Candyman (1992) - full transcript

Helen Lyle is a student who decides to write a thesis about local legends and myths. She visits a part of the town, where she learns about the legend of the Candyman, a one-armed man who appears when you say his name five times, in front of a mirror. Of course, Helen doesn't believe all this stuff, but the people of the area are really afraid. When she ignores their warnings and begins her investigation in the places that he is rumored to appear, a series of horrible murders begins. Could the legend be true?

(BUZZING)

CANDYMAN: They will say that

I have shed innocent blood.

What's blood for,

if not for shedding?

With my hook for a hand,

I'll sp/it you from your groin

to your gullet.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

CAN DYMAN: I came for you.

GIRL: It's the scariest story I have

ever heard, and it's totally true.

It happened a few years ago,

near Moses Lake, in Indiana.

Clara was babysitting

for the Johnsons,

and Billy pulls up

on his motorcycle.

Now, she wasn't even

going out with Bil/y.

She was actually going out with

Michael for about six months.

But she always had

the hots for Billy

'cause he was like a bad boy.

And Michael was just so nice.

So, anyway, she decides

that tonight's the night

that she's gonna give Billy

what she never gave to Michael.

Have you ever

heard of Candyman?

No.

Well, his right hand

is sawn off

and he has a hook jammed

in the bloody stump.

And if you look in the mirror,

and you say his name

five times,

he'll appear behind you

breathing down your neck.

You wanna try it?

GIRL: So Billy began.

He looked in the mirror

and he said...

Candyman.

Candyman.

Candyman.

Candyman.

No one ever got past four.

Not here.

Go downstairs.

I have a surprise for you.

(CHUCKLES)

GIRL: She looked in the mirror,

and I don't know why,

but she said his name

the last time.

Candyman.

She turned out the lights...

(CLARA SCREAMING)

What he saw turned his

hair white from shock.

Killed her,

split her open with his hook,

and then killed the baby, too.

And Billy got away,

but soon after he went crazy.

My roommate's

boyfriend knows him.

So, when did you

first hear this story?

My friend heard it on the radio.

It's true. Sick, huh?

The babysitter

just roasted the kid,

like it was a turkey

or something.

So, what's the deal?

You guys doing a page on

serial killers or something?

Something like that.

Well, that's it. We're done.

All right. Thanks.

No problem.

See ya. See ya.

See ya. (BOTH GIGGLE)

Seems like they're gettin'

younger every day.

TREVOR: Does anybody remember the

craze for the pet baby alligators?

DIANE: When they got

too large to keep,

people flushed them

down the toilet.

They live in the sewers now.

Some of them are 30-feet long.

TREVOR: Where did this happen?

DIAN E: Ln Miami.

They went blind and albino

from living in the dark.

(STUDENTS LAUGHING)

DANNY: Sir, it wasn't

Miami, it was New York.

I read it in the paper.

Oh, well, then it must be true.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Why would Danny and Diane both be

suffering from the same delusion,

in two cities,

over 1,000 miles apart?

Let's face it, folks.

There are no alligators

in the sewers.

No, it's round the campfire,

it's bedtime stories.

See, these stories

are modern, oral folklore.

They are the unselfconscious reflection

of the fears of urban society.

(BELL RINGING)

Thafslunch.

The primordial reptile is then transformed

into this monster, right? Why?

Ah, the dashing professor.

The lovely wife.

Hello.

Helen, you know everybody?

The créme de la créme. Harold.

Hi.

Diane, Daniel, Stacey.

Hi. Hello.

So, keep up the good work.

Thank you for

the contributions.

Thanks. Bye. Awesome lecture.

See you.

Bye.

See ya.

So you wanna tell me

about this girl?

What's her name? Stacey.

She could barely look me

in the eyes, Trevor,

and I swear she was blushing.

Well, I guess that's because

she's madly in love with me.

You know, all those bursting

adolescent hormones.

You don't really think...

No, of course not.

Good. I should hope not.

So, what's the matter?

Trevor,

you promised you wouldn't do

the urban legends lecture

until next semester.

You knew that Bernadette and I were

gathering data from the freshmen,

so why did you have to ruin it?

(SIGHS)

Honey, you're my wife

and I love you dearly,

but you can't expect me

to hold up their education

while the two of you complete your thesis.

I mean, be realistic.

I have a curriculum

I have to follow here.

Yes, I know.

Well? So don't be mad at me.

GIRL ON TAPE: /fyou

look in the mirror

and say his name five times,

he'// appear behind you

breathing down your neck.

(KEYS CLATTERING)

Can I clean the room?

Oh, sure. Don't mind me.

GIRL ON TAPE: So Billy began.

He looked in the mirror

and he said...

"Candyman,

Candyman, Candyman... "

Candyman, huh?

Yes, have you heard of him?

Mmm-hmm.

You doing a study on him?

Yes, I am. What have you heard?

Everybody's scared of him

once it get dark.

He live over at Cabrini. My

friend told me about him.

Cabrini-Green?

Yeah, in the projects.

I live on the South Side, so I

don't know too much about it,

but my friend,

she know all about it.

Her cousin live at Cabrini.

They say he killed a lady.

Can I talk to your friend?

Sure.

Kitty?

Yeah? What do you want?

Lady down here

wanna talk to you.

All right.

She comin'.

I'm Helen Lyle.

Pleased to meet you.

Henrietta Mosely.

And this is Kitty Culver.

Hello.

Tell her what you told

me about the Candyman.

All I know was there was some lady

in a tub, and she heard a noise.

Do you remember her name?

I think her name

was Ruthie Jean.

And she heard this

banging and smashing,

like somebody was tryin'

to make a hole in the wall.

So Ruthie called 911

and she said,

"There's somebody comin'

through the walls."

And they didn't believe her.

They thought the lady

was crazy, right?

Mmm-hmm.

So she called 911 again, and

they still didn't believe her.

But when they finally got

there, she was dead.

Was she shot?

No.

She was killed with a hook.

(MIMICS SLICING)

HENRIETTA: It's true.

Yeah, it is.

I read it in the papers.

Candyman killed her.

Yeah, but I don't

know nothin' about that.

BERNADETTE:

Helen, this is sick.

This isn't one of your fairytales.

A woman got killed here.

Jesus.

That's not the half of it.

Now, that's Cabrini-Green,

not that you'd

recognize it today.

Yeah, no kidding. I won't

even drive past there.

Heard a kid got shot

there the other day.

Every day.

Okay, now look carefully

at this picture.

And then this one.

You spot it?

No.

That's not Cabrini-Green.

That's this building,

Lincoln Village.

My apartment was built

as a housing project.

No. Yeah.

Now take a look at this.

Once it was finished,

the city soon realized

that there was no barrier between

here and the Gold Coast.

Unlike over there,

where you got the highway

and the "L" train to

keep the ghetto cut off.

Exactly. So they made

some minor alterations.

They covered the cinder

block in plaster

and they sold

the lot off as condos.

How much did you pay

for this place?

Don't ask. (LAUGHS)

Now wait till you see this.

Here's the proof.

The killer, or killers,

they don't know which,

smashed their way through

the back of this cabinet.

See, there's no wall there.

It's only a medicine chest separating

us from the other apartment.

Hey, hey, wait!

What are you doing?

There could be somebody

on the toilet.

No, the apartment's vacant.

Are you sure?

Yes.

There.

Okay. Now take a look.

BERNADETTE: That is amazing.

(GASPS)

What? There's somebody in there.

I saw a light go on.

There's nobody there.

Psych.

That's not funny.

That was not funny.

(LAUGHING)

You didn't scare me at all.

Yeah, right.

Ow.

You don't believe all that

nonsense anyway, do you?

I don't. Do you?

No.

All right.

BOTH: Candyman, Candyman,

Candyman, Candyman,

Candyman.

Oh, you chicken! (LAUGHS)

You have to do it five times.

Go on. Go again.

BERNADETTE: I'm sorry...

HELEN: I did it...

(CLOCK TICKING)

(SOFT THUD)

Trevor?

(SCREAMING)

Oh, Trevor!

What? Who were you expecting?

(SIGHS)

What time is it?

It's late, and I'm smashed.

Sorry I scared you.

What's with the arsenal,

Bernadette?

We're only going eight blocks.

You're the one who got

us dressed up like cops.

I just said

dress conservatively.

Yeah, well, we look like cops.

Why are you trying to scare me?

I'm not trying to

scare you, Helen.

I just want you to think, okay?

The gangs hold this whole

neighborhood hostage.

Okay, let's just turn around then!

Let's just go back,

and we can write a nice

little boring thesis,

regurgitating all the usual

crap about urban legend.

We've got a real

shot here, Bernadette.

An entire community starts attributing

the daily horrors of their lives

to a mythical figure.

Now, if Trevor and Archie

were in on this,

do you think

they'd chicken out?

In a second.

Exactly.

(SIGHING) All right.

Yo, G, what's up?

What's up, man?

You wanna wait here for me?

No.

Well, then let's go.

Check them out.

HELEN: And lock the car.

MAN 1: Hey, now. Whoo!

Want somethin', baby?

I got it for you.

MAN 2: Say, yo, mama. Come over here, baby.

Come on, come on.

Yo, baby.

Which way you goin'?

Just going inside.

Yeah? (MAN LAUGHING)

MAN 1: Y'all can't come up in here.

MAN 2: Can't come up in here.

Excuse me, y'all can't

come up in here.

Who you lookin' for?

Just going up to

see a friend of ours.

Sure you're

not the police, huh?

MAN 3: Look like Five-O to me.

Ask blondie where she goin'.

Who she goin' to see?

Who you goin' to see?

Let's take the stairs. Come on.

Where you all goin' there?

(WHISTLING)

Heads up, people! Five-O comin'

up the back door! Police!

It's okay.

They think we're cops.

They're not going to follow us.

Hang on.

Look at this.

Oh, this is great.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

BERNADETTE: "Sweets to..."

HELEN: "The sweet."

"Sweets to the sweet."

Hurry up, Helen.

Let me just get the door.

(BARKING)

Sorry.

Jesus, Helen.

Here it is.

Don't go in there.

Come on, come on.

Jesus, it stinks.

See, I was right.

The layout is identical.

Which means that the

bathroom is over there.

Helen...

What's the problem?

A woman died in there. Leaveit.

It's all right.

There's nothing to see.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

God.

Wait a minute.

This is where he crawled

through, right?

Yeah.

Well, we found it. Let's go.

Wait a second.

Okay. Hang onto this.

What?

I'm just gonna go through,

and when I get back,

we're out of here.

You gotta be kidding.

Oh, come on. It's just

a derelict apartment.

What if somebody's

packing drugs in there?

You're just gonna apologize

and give them your card?

Huh?

All right. Let's listen.

HELEN: There's nobody in there.

Okay.

But hurry up. Be careful.

Give me the camera.

You got five minutes.

Okay. Five.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(CAMERA WHIRRING)

Damn it.

(SIGHS)

Bernadette! Sorry. (GASPS)

Iran out of film.

I've gotta go back.

No way. You can't

believe what...

No way, Helen.

We're out of here.

(DOG BARKS)

Hey, what y'all doin' in there?

We're just leaving.

You here for the sweet?

HELEN: No.

We're not cops.

We're from the university.

Well, you don't

belong here, lady.

You don't belong goin' through

people's apartments and things.

My name is Helen Lyle

and this is Bernadette Walsh.

We're doing a thesis,

and we were wondering if we could

just talk to you for a few minutes.

Here. This is my card.

(BABY CRYING)

My baby. Come on.

Come on. Let's go. Come on.

You know, whites don't

ever come here,

except to cause us a problem.

Believe me, that's not

what we want to do.

(SOFTLY) Let's go.

So you say

you're doing a study?

What you gonna say?

That we're bad? Hmm?

We steal? We gangbang?

We all on drugs, right?

We ain't all like them

assholes downstairs, you know.

I just wanna

raise my child good.

He's a beautiful little boy.

He's all I got.

What's his name?

Anthony.

I'm Anne-Marie.

Anne-Marie McCoy.

Nice to meet you.

I'm sorry we disturbed you.

We'll just get out of your way.

It's okay.

I don't mean

to be rude. It's...

The white folks

that come round here

ain't too handshakin'

with us, you know?

(BABY GURGLES)

Hey, what you doin'?

HELEN: Let me help you.

Oh.

Making a mess here, huh?

Thank you. Thanks.

You got kids?

No, but I'd love one. Hey.

Got my eye on

this one, big time.

Yeah. They're not

gonna get him.

You wanna know

about Ruthie Jean?

They all been here, you know.

Newspapers, cops, case workers.

They all wanna know.

I heard her screamin'.

I heard her right

through the walls.

I dialed 911. Nobody came.

Nobody came.

Everybody scared.

He can come right through

these walls, you know?

I'm scared.

Scared for my child.

They ain't never

gonna catch him.

Who?

Candyman.

(PURCELL LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

If they saw something

they liked, they'd point.

They thought

it was rude to point.

What did they do?

They went... (GRUNTS)

Spat over people.

It's quite extraordinary.

Be nice. I am being nice.

I'm being very nice.

So how are

the two most beautiful

graduate students

getting along, then?

Trevor tells me you've been

dabbling in my favorite subject.

Well, I can't wait

to review your data.

I think I can fit you

in tomorrow morning.

We're not ready yet.

That's precisely the moment at which

I can be of greatest assistance.

Before you disappear down

a path to academic Bolivia.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

TREVOR: I think I've been there.

(PURCELL LAUGHING)

Actually, Purcell, we're

about to bury you.

Helen... What?

(MOUTHING)

I'm sure we're gonna have something

for you in a week or so.

It's just that we only

went to Cabrini today...

PURCELL: Ah!

Cabrini-Green.

Candyman country.

Well, if you're after

the hook man, Helen,

you really must read the paper I

wrote about him 10 years ago.

You do know the story,

don't you?

No.

(LAUGHING POMPOUSLY)

Then how are you

going to bury me?

The legend first

appeared in 1890.

Candyman was

the son of a slave.

His father had amassed

a considerable fortune

from designing a device for

the mass-producing of shoes

after the Civil War.

Candyman had been sent

to all the best schools,

and had grown up

in polite society.

He had a prodigious

talent as an artist

and was much sought after

when it came to the documenting

of one's wealth and position

in society, in a portrait.

It was in this latter capacity

that he was commissioned

by a wealthy landowner

to Capture his daughter's

virginal beauty.

Well, of course,

they fell deeply in love,

and she became pregnant.

(SCOFFS)

Poor Candyman.

The father executed

a terrible revenge.

He paid a pack of brutal

hooligans to do the deed.

They chased Candyman through

the town to Cabrini-Green,

where they proceeded to saw off his

right hand with a rusty blade.

(SAWING) (MAN SCREAMING)

And no one came to his aid.

But this was just the

beginning of his ordeal.

Nearby, there was an apiary.

Dozens of hives

filled with hungry bees.

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

They smashed the hives

and stole the honeycomb,

and smeared it over

his prone, naked body.

Candyman was stung

to death by the bees.

They burned his body

on a giant pyre

and then scattered his ashes

over Cabrini-Green.

Hello.

Anne-Marie ain't in.

Are you sure?

Yeah. She said you'd be back.

(BARKING)

What's your name?

Jake.

Well, listen, Jake, maybe

you can help me out.

I wanted to find out about

that woman who got killed.

Do you know

anything about that?

Her name was Ruthie Jean.

I don't know nothin'.

Did anybody else talk about it?

You know, it's okay

to talk to me, Jake,

'cause I'm not a cop.

So nobody's

gonna get in trouble.

I can't say nothin',

or Candyman'II get me.

Candyman, huh?

You scared of him?

I ain't scared of nobody.

But you're crazy

walkin' here on your own.

It ain't safe around here.

Yeah, I know.

But I don't scare

too easy either, Jake.

You know,

you don't have to tell me.

You could just show me.

And if you show me where Candyman

is, I'll make you a promise.

It'll be our secret.

Unless you're too scared.

Somebody building a bonfire?

Yeah, for the party.

In there.

Candyman's in there?

My friend Charlie says so.

A boy got killed there.

Who was he?

Ain't sure.

Charlie tell me he was weird.

He was crazy?

No, a retard.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

His mom was in the store.

And the boy needed

to go to the bathroom.

His mom was takin' her time,

choosin' this, lookin' at that.

So the boy started moanin'.

His mom get mad at him.

Sent him across the street.

His mom was at the Checkout.

She hears her boy screamin'.

BOY: (SCREAMING) Mommy!

Mommy!

There's a big tough guy.

He runs over to check it out.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

JAKE: Come out of there

shakin' and cryin'.

He only been

in there five seconds.

Come out of there and

his hair turned white.

I mean, it turned white,

just like that.

Was the boy murdered?

Worse.

He's lying on the floor in a

pool of blood, holdin' himself.

(BOY SCREAMING)

Mommy!

Mommy!

They found it floating

in a toilet.

Can't fix that.

Better off dead.

Did Candyman do this?

Listen, you wait here

for me, okay?

Okay.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Hello?

(GASPS)

(COUGHING)

(BUZZING) (HELEN EXCLAIMS)

(COUGHING)

Candyman.

Oh, excuse me.

I'm done here.

I'll just get out of your way.

Listen, I don't want to

interfere with your business.

I'm not a cop.

I'm from the

University of Illinois.

I'll just get out of your way.

Hey, come on! Let me go!

Look, you're not

being very smart.

My colleagues know where I am

and they're expecting me back.

Now let me go!

Ihear you're lookin'

for Candyman, bitch.

Well, you found him.

We hear you're looking

for Candyman, bitch.

VALENTO: Step back.

Number four, step forward

and say the line.

We hear you're looking

for Candyman, bitch.

VALENTO: Step back.

Number five, step forward

and say the line.

We hear you're looking

for Candyman, bitch.

VALENTO: Step back.

Take them out.

He's number five.

Good work.

(SIGHS)

How'd you catch him?

We swept the place.

We start from the top floor

and work our way down.

That way you can

flush them all out.

Whole of Cabrini's

locked down now.

You're very lucky

to be alive, Ms. Lyle.

Did he kill Ruthie Jean?

No question.

Killed that poor kid as well.

He ran the Overlords.

Oh, we knew everything

about him.

Only reason why we didn't

bring him in before

because we couldn't

find anyone to testify.

We can't protect them down at

Cabrini-Green, and they knew that.

What about

the little boy, Jake?

We don't need him. We have you.

Hey, Jake.

Listen, I just wanted to

thank you for saving my life.

I wanna go home.

We'll get you out of

here right away, kid.

You did good.

You said it was our secret.

You lied.

It still is, Jake.

You won't have to go to court.

(WHISPERS)

Candyman will get me.

Candyman isn't real.

He's just a story.

You know, like Dracula

or Frankenstein.

A bad man took his name

so he could scare us.

But now that he's locked up,

everything's gonna be okay.

Candyman ain't real?

No.

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

Hey!

Slow down!

You're supposed to

be the invalid here.

No, it's much better. Look. See?

It's much better today.

Yeah, it looks great.

Come sit down.

(CHUCKLES)

You haven't eaten already,

have you?

No, of course not.

Okay, good.

BERNADETTE: Hey,

welcome back.

Thanks. Let me see.

I'm so glad you're okay.

I would've totally freaked.

Yeah, but you know what bugs

me about the whole thing?

Two people get brutally murdered

and the cops do nothing.

Whereas a white woman goes

in there and gets attacked,

and they lock the place down.

Yeah, I know,

but this was a bad guy.

You got him put away.

That's all that matters.

Oh! I've got

a surprise for you.

What?

You're not gonna believe it.

The pictures. A friend of mine

in the photography department

managed to save most of them.

I'd written them off.

The camera was smashed.

That's not all.

I've been talking

to some publishers,

and there's a lot of interest

since you made the local section.

We're gonna be published.

All right. So I'll come over tomorrow

at 9:00, and we'll get started, right?

Yeah. Okay.

(HORN HONKING)

CANDYMAN: Helen.

Yes?

CANDYMAN: Helen.

Who is that?

Who is that?

Helen.

I came for you.

Do I know you?

No.

No, but you doubted me.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

No need to leave yet.

But I'm late.

You are not content

with the stories,

so I was obliged to come.

(SIGHS)

Be my victim.

Be my victim.

I am the writing on the wall,

the whisper in the classroom.

Without these things,

I am nothing.

So now, I must

shed innocent blood.

Come with me.

(ANNE-MARIE SCREAMING)

(ANNE-MARIE MOANING)

(ANNIE-MARIE SOBBING)

ANNE-MARIE: No!

(ANNE-MARIE SCREAMING)

(SOBBING)

Anthony!

Anthony!

No, no! No! No!

Anthony!

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

Anthony!

Anne-Marie?

(YELLING) No!

You bitch! You bitch!

Stay back! Stay back!

Where's my baby?

Where's my baby? No!

My baby!

You murderer!

You... No!

Stop! Please, stop! Stop.

(SCREAMING)

Now, stop! Stop!

Police! Open up!

All right, hold it right there!

Back away! Now!

(SCREAMING)

Look out, look out!

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

Remove your sweater.

(SOBBING)

Drop it and

slide it over to me.

Take off your brassiere.

Can I please take a shower?

(GROANS)

Oh, God.

Drop it, slide it over to me.

Lift up your arms.

Lift your left breast.

Your right.

Remove your underwear.

Can I please speak

with Detective Valento?

Remove your underwear.

Frank.

Ms. Lyle, you're under arrest.

Do you understand?

Please let me explain.

Do you understand?

Yes, but...

You have the right

to remain silent.

Do you understand?

This is crazy. I was attacked.

Respond to the question!

I understand.

At approximately 10:00 p.m.,

Anne-Marie McCoy

returned to her apartment.

She discovered her dog

with its head cut off.

She cried for assistance,

at which point you attacked

her with a meat cleaver.

You were still in

possession of this weapon

when the arresting

officers came to her aid.

DETECTIVE: Where's the baby?

I don't know.

You're sick.

VALENTO: Before I ask

any further questions,

would you like to have counsel?

(BANGS TABLE) Yes or no?

(STUTTERING) I would like

to make a phone call.

(RINGING)

(ANSWERING MACHINE CLICKS)

TREVOR: I'm sorry,

we can't take your call.

Please leave a message

after the tone.

Trevor, are you there? Pick up.

It's an emergency, Trevor.

Pick up the phone!

I've been arrested.

I'm at the 18th District.

Can you please come pick me up?

That's it.

Do you know what time it is?

3:00 a.m.

(DOOR SLAMMING) (KEYS JINGLING)

(BABY COOING)

(ANNE-MARIE WAILING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, God.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

There's gotta be

another way out of here.

ATTORNEY: Cover her face.

Don't say anything.

Just have to walk to the car.

TREVOR: Okay? That's it.

All right. Here we go.

You'll be fine. Stick with me.

REPORTER: There she is!

There she is!

Just keep your head down.

(ALL CLAMORING)

All right, people. Back off. Back off.

We have no comment.

Absolutely no comment.

Nothing to say.

We have absolutely nothing to say!

No comment!

My client has not been

charged with a thing!

FEMALE REPORTER ON TV: Some

information has indicated

that baby Anthony was abducted

and may still be alive.

The blood may have

come from the dog.

A suspect was released this

morning after questioning,

and I guess we'll just have

to follow this one as it...

Well, at least they didn't

mention your name. That's good.

Now, they haven't charged you

because they think

they'll find the body.

Which means, I'm afraid, they're

shooting for murder one,

but I don't think

they have a chance.

Do you think I did it?

No, nobody believes that.

But it's crossed your mind?

ATTORNEY: Is there anything,

any detail, however small,

that you can recall

that would help us

substantiate your

version of events?

I blacked out.

I don't know what happened.

I just woke up in that place

and there was blood everywhere.

Can I get you anything?

Are you sure?

Look, honey, I was supposed

to go over to the campus

and pick up some work.

I'm concerned about leaving

you alone, though.

I'll only be about 20 minutes.

Trevor?

Where were you last night?

I was here. I was fast asleep.

I thought you were

with Bernadette.

Look, honey,

I'm gonna stand by you.

We're gonna get

through this, okay?

I'll be right back.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

Believe in me.

Be my victim.

Come on.

Please.

Do you believe in me?

Keep away from me!

I have the child.

Allow me to take you, or

he will die in your place.

No!

Your disbelief destroyed the

faith of my congregation.

Without them, I am nothing.

So I was obliged to come.

And now I must kill you.

Your death will be a tale

to frighten children,

to make lovers cling

closer in their rapture.

Come with me and be immortal.

(GROANING)

Helen?

Bernadette.

Bernadette, go.

Helen?

Helen, honey, it's...

He's here.

Bernadette.

Go!

Helen!

Helen?

Go on! Get out!

Oh!

(SOBBING) Oh, no, no, no.

(SLASHING)

(BERNADETTE SCREAMING)

(CAN DYMAN GRUNTING)

(SLASHING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Trevor...

Trevor, he's here.

He's here. He's here.

Don't let him kill me.

Trevor?

Trevor!

Trevor!

Trevor!

(GRUNTING)

Trevor. Trevor!

Hey, hey. Trevor!

(GROANS)

Take her outside.

Trevor.

Hold me, Trevor, please?

(BUZZING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

CAN DYMAN:

Why do you want to live?

If you would learn

just a little from me,

you would not beg to live.

I am rumor.

/tis a blessed condition,

believe me.

To be whispered about

at street corners.

To live in other people 's

dreams, but not to have to be.

Do you understand?

(BABY CRYING)

HELEN: Please, God,

don't let him kill the baby.

Trevor!

Trevor?

Trevor!

Where are you going?

No, you can't leave me here!

I can't defend myself!

(GRUNTING)

No.

What do the good know,

except what the bad teach

them by their excesses.

Murderer.

Allow me at least a kiss.

Just one exquisite kiss.

(CRYING)

Murderer!

Help!

Listen, he's under the bed!

Bring me 1,000 mills.

Listen. He's here.

He's under the bed!

No. DonT

(BABY COOING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(HELEN COUGHING)

She's coming around. Morning.

I'd like to speak

to my husband.

(CHUCKLES)

So would I.

There we go. What time is it?

Where are we going?

We're going to Disneyland.

(WOMAN ANNOUNCING OVER PA)

Clyde, open it up.

Winley? Clyde, open it up.

(DOOR BUZZING OPEN)

What the hell are you

all doing back there, huh?

A little reading? Huh?

MAN: Freak.

Dr. Burke? DR. BURKE: Yes.

Ms. Lyle, I'm Dr. Burke.

I'd like to speak

to my husband.

I'm sure we can

arrange a visit.

A visit?

Have I been committed?

Do you really think these

restraints are necessary?

Helen,

this is a writ of detention from

the state attorney's office.

Now, for the past month...

Month?

Yes.

We've been stabilizing you on

a heavy dosage of Thorazine.

You probably remember

very little, or nothing.

Get me my attorney.

I'm working for your defense.

We have to assess your

ability to stand trial.

Helen,

you've been charged

with first-degree murder.

Why don't you tell me what

happened in your apartment?

(HELEN GRUNTING)

The night you were admitted,

did the killer appear to you?

Murderer! Murderer!

Murderer! Help me!

(GRUNTING)

He's here! He's under the bed!

I don't understand.

Help! Please! He's here!

Help me! Help me! Please!

He's under the bed.

He's under the bed...

That's not possible.

MAN: Bring me 1,000 mil/s.

Bernadette.

(SNIFFLING)

I'm not capable of that.

No matter what's going wrong,

I know one thing.

That no part of me,

no matter how hidden,

is capable of that.

I can prove it.

H ow?

I can call him.

Candyman, Candyman,

Candyman, Candyman,

Candyman.

(GRUNTS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(CAN DYMAN GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

You're mine now.

Tonight our congregation

shall witness a new miracle.

(GRUNTS)

(ALARM RINGING)

NURSE: Dr. Burke?

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Dr. Burke!

Dr. Burke!

Dr. Burke, please answer.

Dr. Burke!

(GROANS)

WOMAN ON PA: Code nine,

Ward B-5, stat.

Code nine, Ward B-5, stat.

MAN: Check the west wing!

All clear! Right!

Let's go! Go, go!

We have a direction

on this one?

HELEN: Please be home, Trevor.

Please be home.

(PANTING)

Get out of my home.

(WHIMPERING) Trevor!

TREVOR: What's the matter,

sweetie pie?

Did you make

another little boo-boo?

What are you doing here?

I live here. Remember?

Call the hospital.

Don't touch the phone.

What's the matter, Trevor?

Scared of something?

(SCOFFS)

I hate the color scheme.

What were you gonna do, Trevor?

Wait till I got out

before you told me?

Helen.

You knew I was never

coming out, didn't you?

I think we should

call the hospital.

Okay.

(DIAL TONE)

Go on.

Go on.

Is that what you wanna do?

(SOBBING)

Call them.

(SOFTLY) I'm not a murderer.

I'm not...

Trevor, you were all Ihadleñ.

(BLEEPING)

It's over.

RECORDED VOICE: If you'd like to make

a call, please hang up and try again.

CAN DYMAN:

They will all abandon you.

All you have left

is my desire for you.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(EXCLAIMS)

Helen.

You came to me.

The Child...

We had a deal.

Surrender to me now,

and he shall be unharmed.

We have a bargain.

And I'm afraid.

Do you fear the pain,

or what is beyond?

Both.

The pain, I can assure

you, will be exquisite.

As for our deaths, there

is nothing to fear.

Our names will be written

on a thousand walls,

our crimes told and retold

by our faithful believers.

We shall die together

in front of their very eyes

and give them something

to be haunted by.

Come with me

and be immortal.

(EXCLAIMS) (BUZZING)

(SCREAMS)

No!

No!

No!

(SCRUNCHING)

(CANDYMAN SHUSHING)

You're mine now.

It's time for a new miracle.

(EXCLAIMING)

(PANTING)

CAN DYMAN:

Lt was always you, Helen.

It was always you.

(BABY CRYING)

(CRYING CONTINUES)

(BABY CRYING)

He's here.

(CRYING)

HELEN: I'm coming.

(GRUNTING)

It's okay.

BOY: Check it out, man.

Yes.

MAN 1: What happened?

MAN 2: They got

Candyman out there!

JAKE: Candyman's in there! I saw

him go in there! I saw his hook!

The Candyman's in there!

I saw his hook!

(SHUSHING) (CRYING)

I knew you'd come.

Burn him.

(CHEERING)

(MUFFLED YELL)

Hush.

ALL: (CHANTING)

Burn him! Burn him!

Burn him! Burn him!

Burn him! Burn him!

Burn him! Burn him!

Burn him! Burn him!

Help! Help!

Burn him! Burn him!

Burn him! Burn him!

Help! Help me!

You lied to me!

CANDYMAN: We must be on

our way now, you and I.

Our bones will soon be ashes,

and we shall never

be separated again.

HELEN: Let me go.

Icannot We are already dead.

(CRYING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Come back to me!

Come back!

(CRYING)

(SCREAMING)

PRIEST: We commend to Almighty

God, our sister, Helen,

and we commit her body

to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes

to ashes, dust to dust.

The Lord bless her and keep

her and give her peace.

God of holiness and power,

accept our prayers, on behalf

of your servant, Helen.

Do not count her deeds

against her,

for in her heart she

desired to do your will.

May Almighty God bless you, the Father

and the Son and the Holy Spirit.

MAN: My God. Look at that.

PURCELL: Trevor?

STACEY: Trevor?

What is it?

Trevor, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Aren't you hungry?

No, I'm okay.

I'll eat a little bit later.

I was gonna make us

a nice dinner.

Okay. Whatever.

(SIGHS)

Hey, why don't you help

me make the salad?

Okay. I'll be there

in a minute.

(EXHALES)

(SOBBING)

Helen.

Oh, Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Ow.

What's the matter, Trevor?

Scared of something?

(GROANING)

(GURGUNG)

Trevor?

My God, Trevor?

Trevor?

Trevor?

(SCREAMING)