Candyman 2 : Farewell To The Flesh Page #3

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When the clock strikes midnight,

when good ol' Comus greets Rex,

when the police on their horses

come to sweep us out of the Quarter,

it, mes amis, is histoire.

- Annie.

- No.

You brought me here.

You killed Paul.

Swallow your horror,

and let it nourish you.

Come with me,

and sing the song of misery.

Share my world,

Annie.

No!

Annie! lt's all right. lt's all right.

You were just dreamin'.

- Mother, l saw him.

- Annie, death is a return, you know.

We leave life just like we came in.

- Alone?

- Naked, blind,

and covered in our own sh*t.

Oh, no, but not me.

l'm goin' in my prom dress.

The Lord knows it fits again.

You rest. l'll get that.

l don't care what they say.

Tell them she's ill. Tell them they

should be in school, for God's sake.

Who is it?

lt's no one, Annie. Why don't you

just go back up to bed?

Send them up.

Here?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa. Wait a second.

Now, tell me exactly what happened.

- All we know is that Matthew's gone.

- He disappeared last night.

- The cops have been talkin' to everyone.

- They don't know a thing, but, what if...?

Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

Now you makin' me proud, New Orleans.

We are eatin' the meat raw.

l tell ya what. l'm not

goin' home till this is over.

l'm on the air full time.

Man, somebody bring me a hurricane.

Somebody find this Kingfish a woman.

Lent starts tomorrow, mes amis,

and me, l want somethin' tasty to give up.

- Who you lookin' for?

- l'm Matthew's teacher.

- l'm lookin' for his father.

- The Reverend's not seeing anyone.

- Please. l wanna help.

- Help?

We've had way too much of that already.

- Go on back to your classroom.

- You don't understand...

- We understand, all right.

- Understand what?

l always worried about him

being on the street after dark, but...

he didn't want his daddy taggin' along

when he went to buy his paints, so...

- like a fool, l let him go alone.

- What did the police say?

The police don't give a damn.

They figure, one less drug dealer

or potential murderer to worry about.

- But they don't know my son.

- Matthew has seemed withdrawn, lately.

Ever since his mother died,

he's been having nightmares.

- Has he talked about them?

- No, but they must have been pretty bad.

He doesn't sleep in his room any more.

He just sits up all night, painting.

- lt's the only thing that calms him.

- Can l see them? The paintings.

He calls this his studio.

Oh, Lord.

Did he ever mention the Candyman?

All the kids have heard of the stories.

But l never thought he'd believe them.

But how did it happen to Matthew?

l see it every day.

The people around here are desperate.

They have no reason for hope.

Some of 'em get sucked into the pit.

They turn to false gods.

l am not gonna let that happen to my son.

But what if it's true?

What if the Candyman does exist?

Then only God can save us.

Come on, guys, let's go home.

No, l'm gettin' this up.

- Come on. Come on, guys.

- l'm tryin' to do this.

- Come on, now, leave me alone.

- Push it.

Damn. What do you want me to do?

Bees got him.

You will all be punished.

Even you.

That's right,

New Orleans, it's Mardi Gras.

lt's Fat Tuesday, and l am fat.

My belt is broken, my pants are open,

my belly is a mountain of love

stuffed with oysters.

And y'all know what tomorrow is.

Ash Wednesday.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

l just stood there and watched Paul die.

And now Matthew.

l said his name to those kids, Ethan.

Oh, Jesus.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- l wanted to protect you.

You and Mom.

But it wasn't enough.

- lt'll never be enough.

- What did you see that night?

What was Daddy doing there?

He believed, Annie.

He even convinced me.

You weren't around to see

how obsessed he became.

l mean, all Dad ever talked

about was callin' the...

Callin' him. lt got so bad,

l was afraid to leave him alone.

But, that night, he got away from me.

l knew exactly where he'd go.

He'd been goin' to the house every night.

l blew it, Annie.

- lf l'd gotten there five minutes sooner...

- But why? Why did he call him?

Dad said he'd found a way to destroy him.

- What has our family got to do with this?

- l don't know.

Dad wouldn't tell me.

Before he died, he got in touch with this

guy who trafficked in black market stuff.

- Stolen art, weird sh*t.

- What was his name?

- He won't talk to ya. l tried.

- His name.

Thibideaux. He's in the Quarter.

No, don't go. lt's too dangerous.

- l must find out what Dad was looking for.

- Wait till l get out.

There isn't time.

Besides, you'll be safe here.

There's always someone watching.

- l think you've done this before.

- Oh, yeah.

- Come on, get it where it's drippin' there.

- l'm gonna try.

Would you care for something sweet?

A small snowball, please.

Cherry?

Cherry would be fine.

Sweets for the sweet.

Would you like something else?

l'm looking for a man named Thibideaux.

Well, l don't think l'm acquainted

with anybody by that name.

- lt's about my father.

- Maybe you should talk to your daddy.

He's dead.

He was murdered.

Coleman Tarrant.

Clara,

why don't you run on ahead to that party

and l'll meet you over there, OK?

l'll have you know, Honore, l intend

to collect on that drink you promised me.

Oh, yeah, baby.

l'm countin' on it.

Hello.

You wait here.

l'm gonna take a look.

Your father understood the difference

between history and age.

Some pieces are merely old.

Others have history.

And history, because it reflects life,

is not always pretty.

lt eats, it - if you'll pardon

the expression - shits.

Most of the objects your father sought

held history within them.

Your father found out that the Candyman

was born here in New Orleans.

His name was Daniel Robitaille.

And she was his lover.

Caroline Sullivan.

Your father was almost as obsessed

with her as he was with the Candyman.

Why?

There was something of hers

he most desperately wanted.

Her mirror.

Those who witnessed the horror

said that Robitaille's suffering

was so agonising,

so unbearable, that his soul

became trapped in Caroline's mirror.

And my father thought

he could stop him with it.

Break the mirror, break the curse.

Where's the mirror now?

Who knows? Caroline found it next to

Robitaille's body and disappeared.

There were rumours, of course. Suicide...

Your father never believed that, though.

Let me go.

What do you want from me?

There's a life that grows inside you now.

A daughter.

You cannot change who you are.

Come on!

Sh*t.

You have a life

that grows inside you now.

A daughter.

Oh, Paul.

Who am l?

The world is turning, brothers

and sisters, fast towards tomorrow.

And l'm not the man l used to be.

l got hooves on my shoes

and horns on my head.

l want life on a platter, medium rare.

And you can keep the silverware,

cos tonight l'm eatin' with my hands.

Who's there?

Robitaille was born

right here in New Orleans.

- l know.

- l called him in front of Matthew.

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