Candyman 3 : Day Of The Dead Page #2

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You're an actor?

- A very well-paid actor.

- Nice doing business with you.

I'll take that.

Hey, you ok?

- You're so f***ed.

- Yes, I know.

But you have to admit

it was cool, right?

We had that Melrose crowd

shitting in their pants.

- I'm out of here!

- Hey... come on...

Come on, Caroline,

we're just having fun.

- Don't you need a ride home?

- I'll get home myself.

Ay... caramba.

She's cute, man.

You better watch

where you're walking.

It's dark in here.

C A R O L I N E...

Caroline...

You doubted me...

And yet you call my name...

Who are you?

Your past...

Your present...

Your future...

Your blood...

What do you want?

I...

came...

for you...

Believe...

in me...

Mickey?

Mickey, it's Caroline.

Mickey?

Son of a b*tch!

Miguel?

That gross!

Yes, sauce.

It's Caroline!

Mickey, are you here?

Get this off...

- Come here, my little bumblebee.

Miguel?

Miguel?

Get them away!

What the f***'s going on?

What the f***'s going on? Oh, putamadre!

Oh, f***!

Oh, f***!

Help me!

Help me!...

Miss McKeever...

I'm detective Jamal Matthews.

This is detective Jamie Gold.

Hi.

Miss McKeever?

I already told them everything.

I... I just wanna go home.

Miss McKeever...

Why don't we go out

and get some air?

We need to talk.

I already told them

everything.

Look I know,

but I still have some questions.

- Maybe we can get a cup of coffee.

- I don't want any coffee.

- Beaner's doing pretty good for himself.

- Tell me about it.

- Then he goes and gets himself killed.

- Ay, caramba!

We got it from here, Jamal,

why don't you take a boot.

Take a hike.

Look, we're taking care of it,

okay?

We investigated

a robbery this morning...

involving the victim.

We got primary.

Like he said, Jamal... why

don't you go shoot some hoops?

- What, the hell, did you say to me?

- Come on, it's not worth it.

That's right, sweetheart.

It isn't.

Det Sacco?

Caroline McKeever?

I'm detective Samuel Kraft.

We met at the gallery yesterday.

I'm sorry, Caroline.

I have some...

questions regarding, what you told

the first officer on site.

You said that a male hispanic...

David de La Paz...

was the last person,

you saw with Miguel and the girl.

You said that he was carrying

a weapon of some sort.

It was a prop...

A meat hook.

He was an actor.

I have witnesses that say

this guy went ballistic at the show.

It was an act. He was an actor.

Tell me about...

The Candyman...

The Candyman?

We just came from Miguel's gallery.

The place had been broken into.

All the paintings were stolen...

Stolen?

We think the robbery

and the murders are connected.

Someone obsessed with this killer.

This Candyman.

There's no such thing as the Candyman.

You wanna be alone?

My roomate's upstairs.

Here's my home number...

If you can think of anything else,

just give me a call... anytime.

Day or night.

Hey...

We used to give Miguel

a hard time, but...

underneath it all,

we really liked him.

I'm sorry about what happened.

Thanks.

"Underneath it all...

We liked him"?

What's that crock of sh*t?

Oh, you trying to get

in her pants, aren't you?

Let's go...

Next you'll be showing up

on her doorstep with a dozen roses.

- She's a witness.

- She's a piece of ass, is what she is.

Sh*t.

Caroline...

Oh my God.

Tamara!

Who are you?

Get... Get away from me...

Oh my God.

What do you want?

Oh my God!

Oh, no, no.

Don't kill me!

Oh my God!

Please, don't kill me!

- Don't! Oh, please!

- Tamara!

Don't kill me!

I got the part!

It's a horror movie...

Are you ok?

God...

Help me!

Help me!

Help...

Caroline... they're shooting

the scene in Burbank...

and I left the production

office number on the fridge.

They're gonna find out

who did this, ok?

It was him...

I called his name and he came...

My mother knew it.

The night she died...

She'd called his name.

You must destroy the myth...

As long as people believe...

As long as they...

call his name...

He will always come back.

It's ok, mom.

It's ok.

Two hours later she was dead.

Caroline, I want you to stop this.

Your mother committed suicide...

- I don't know any more.

- Caroline...

I saw him kill Mickey.

No, no, you found

their dead bodies.

You couldn't deal with it,

so your mind made up the rest.

Some nut-job...

obsessed with the Candyman

killed Miguel and that girl.

And the police

are gonna find out who did it.

And it's not gonna be some guy

with the hook for a hand.

I'm sorry.

Do you want me to stay?

Well, you page me if you need me.

What, the hell,

did you tell the cops?

The've been playing "good cop,

bad cop" on my ass all afternoon.

Turned my sh*t inside out.

I'm sorry, but I just told them the truth.

That Miguel hired you as an actor.

Right... an actor, not a killer.

I've known Miguel for years...

We went to the same school

since we were little.

I loved Miguel, I wouldn't kill him.

I wouldn't kill anybody!

Then you've nothing

to worry about...

But Miguel and Lina

were killed with the hook.

If it's the same hook I had

in the gallery last night.

It's got my fingerprints on it.

- I'm screwed.

- Don't worry, I told them the truth.

What f***ing planet

o you live on?

You know what they say

about this cop Kraft?

He's been investigated 5 times

for police brutality.

He likes to close the case,

no matter who he's pinned it on.

And in his mind I'm just another wetback.

And if he can pin it on me...

it's miller time...

He's closed the case;

He goes home to Simi Valley;

and I'm up in chino doing life.

Look, I'm innocent...

I didn't do this...

I know...

I'm sorry.

Hell, if they done their...

f***ing job.

Then they'd know it wasn't me.

Word on the street is: A gang... broke

into, the gallery and stole the paintings.

They probably killed

Miguel and the girl.

A gang?

What gang?

- I don't know yet.

- Why didn't somebody tell the cops?

The gallery's in Boyle Heighst.

If you live in east L.A.,

you don't go outta your way

to be friendly with cops.

Well... we have to find them.

Find who?

We have to find that gang.

What, the hell,

are you talking about?

If we can find them and prove that

they did it... no one else could have.

Not you...

Not anybody.

Hey Sac, have we found

the murder weapon yet?

No. Still looking.

Hey, you know that

Caroline McKeever?

Do a backround check.

See what you can find out.

What's wrong, Sam?

- She didn't like the roses?

- You go to hell.

Just check her out.

We're looking for some cholos that

were hanging out near Miguel's gallery.

You need to find somebody

talk to Tino.

- Tino?

- Yeah.

But tell him you're my cousin, 'cause

he don't like talking to strangers.

Cool.

- Okay, later, primo, take care.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- Hey, you're welcome.

Hey, this is a good one, man.

What's the matter?

It's... him.

No, Miguel hired some taggers

to paint it to promote the show.

A few years ago, they found

a little girl, she was murdered there.

People in the neighborhood-

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