Candyman 3 : Day Of The Dead

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CANDYMAN:

DAY OF THE DEAD:

Daniel Robitaille was my great,

great grandfather.

He was the son of a slave.

He fell in love

with a white woman.

When they were found out a mob

dragged him into a field and...

sawed off his right hand.

They took honeycomb from a beehive

and covered his body in honey.

A swarm of bees attacked

and killed him.

That is one messed-up way to die.

They say he came back

from the death.

His hand replaced

by a bloody hook.

Call his name 5 times

into a mirror and he appears...

and when he comes,

he'll be the last thing you ever see.

They call him the Candyman.

Come on...

You called his name five times

and nothing happened.

- Right?

- I've never done it.

No sh*t?

Ok...

- Come on.

- What are you doing?

I guess I'll just

have to prove this to you.

Five times, right?

No, no...

No, no, no, don't do this.

No. It's for your own good.

All right...

Candyman...

All right...

Candyman...

- Ok, I get your point.

- Candyman...

Candyman...

You're right...

He doesn't exist.

- Right...

- It's just a story.

Yes... that's what I've been

trying to tell you.

Now, get your little ass over to the

gallery and get the show over with.

Gosh, I'm late

for my audition.

Seora, seora...

I have some sweets.

Would you like to buy some?

- They're real cheap.

- I don't speak spanish.

Candy, candy, candy, candy...

They're for

the "Day of the Dead".

- How much for one, little boy?

- One dollar.

- Oh, no, thank you. No, I couldn't.

- Go ahead.

A gift from me to you.

Okay. Thank you.

On the "Day of the Dead",

they remind us that death is sweet.

Personally...

I like to take a bite

out of the death.

"Happy Day of the Dead".

"Sweets to the sweet"!

Sh*t.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

the whole urban myth was based on

this bad boy and I got his paintings.

That's right, homes.

It's authenticated.

Hold on one second. Guys,

that's leaning to the left.

Yeah, yeah, Jeffrey...

listen, I'm talking a killer show,

all right?

Now you're f***ing art-critic.

You're not gonna see anything like this.

Yeah, you'll have an exlusive.

Just get your ass down here, ok?

- You a**hole.

- Hold on one second.

You held out on me, Ruca.

You didn't tell me this was the Candyman.

This is the reason I didn't tell you.

Mickey... you can't do this.

Jeffrey, Jeffrey...

Can I call you back

in about 10 minutes?

All right...

Peace.

- Now, baby.

- No.

Daniel Robitaille was an artist.

Not some monster with a hook.

- This is unfair. It's bullshit.

- Ok, all right. Take a breath...

- please.

- I want people to know...

Daniel Robitaille as a man...

not some twisted urban myth.

Yeah, I hear you, baby. Guys,

lift up the left side, please.

- Mickey!

- What?

You're turning this show

into exactly what I didn't want.

It's just an angle, baby.

I'll pull the paintings, Mickey.

- I own them.

- All right, look. Let's chill.

Now, I agreed to show the paintings,

but I did it to promote my gallery.

Now, these pieces, they're good, they're

f***ing great. But I need an angle.

I mean, come on.

Saturday is Day of the Dead.

It's "Synergy". You cannot buy

promotion like this.

I make a name for the gallery.

And you get a lot more people

to hear your side of the story. Right?

Right...?

Relax...

I'll honor the dead.

Man, that's not straight.

Hold on one second.

Left side, pendejos, left side!

- Like that.

- Yeah, but how do you do that?

- Miguel?

- Yeah, babe.

There's some guys here

to see you.

Aw, sh*t.

What? Who are they?

Cops.

Kraft...

Sacco...

So...

looks like you're having

another opening night tonight.

Everything up to code?

- Got all your licences in place?

- Yeah.

All the paperwork's in back,

but I'm sure you guys will find...

some way to bust my balls.

You always do.

Yeah, your kind's always

up to something.

Is that all?

'Cause I'm busy.

Yeah...

Get back to your business...

Miguel.

Catch you later.

Miss...

L.A.'s finest a**holes.

Are you serious?

Joe... it so nice to see you!

- Good to see you!

...It has been long time...

- Oh, well, you know, busy as...

I never took you for an art lover.

You ok?

You know... I don't know

if this show was a good idea.

It's not... going the way I wanted.

- Ow!

- What's blood for...?

- if not for shedding.

- Oh, don't want...

Excuse me...

So...

who was Daniel Robitaille?

And why did he become the Candyman?

It all began...

when a confederate army colonel

hired the young black artist...

to paint the portrait

of his only daughter...

...Caroline.

They fell in love...

And it was a love as forbidden

as it was passionate.

When they were discovered...

The colonel gathered an angry mob

and chased him down like an animal.

They tied him to a tree,

where his body was ravaged by bees!

Candyman, candyman, candyman, candyman...

By the time mob chanted his name

for the fifth and final time...

Daniel Robitaille was dead.

Stories of the Candyman spread througout

the black population of the South.

They said the hate, that had killed the

young artist, had created something evil.

Hate generates hate! Evil breeds evil.

This man couldn't lash out in life.

But in death that... that hate, that evil

was strong enough to bring him back...

...to reclaim what was taken away.

Do any of you dare call his name?

Do you?

Daniel Robitaille was just a man.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Daniel Robitaille's

great great granddaughter...

Caroline McKeever,

give her a hand.

I think it's sad that this

wonderful artist's memory...

is overshadowed

by all those stories...

It's not who

Daniel Robitaille was...

The soul of a good man

is reflected in these paintings.

That is what's real.

He should be remembered

for what he left behind.

His art...

Not the terrible myth that has

haunted my family for years.

But...

what about the Candyman, huh?

How can you deny the stories?

- I don't believe in him or the stories.

- Prove it. Call his name 5 times,

- it's gonna be...

- I'm not gonna play this game.

Why not?

You afraid he might appear?

No.

But in the back of your mind

you still have some doubt, don't you?

Well?

Candyman...

Candyman...

Candyman...

Candyman...

Candyman...

See?

Nothing.

Do not tempt

the powers of darkness...

For the hour of dead.

- Is at hand!

- Get him outta here!

He will come for you...

- He will come for you.

- I said get him out!

He will come for you!

He will come for you...

Hey...

I'm sorry. I guess things

got a little carried away...

I... I'll be fine.

Cool.

Miguel?

We're outta here or what?

Yeah, baby,

I'll be there in one second.

New friend?

Lina... something.

She's a model...

- You're pathetic.

- No, I know, I know.

Mira, do me a favor and put this on

my desk. I'm gonna go close this deal.

Oh my God...

Mickey!

Mickey?

Mickey!

And the award for the best actor goes to

David de La Paz as the Candyman freak...

Hey, I'm sorry if I scared you,

I got carried away with the part.

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