Candyman 3 : Day Of The Dead Page #4

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Go to the next room.

Hurry, later.

Drink.

Evil..

cannot exist...

without good.

Without one there is no other.

Nothing left.

You must destroy...

the good.

Without the good...

the evil will die.

There will be nothing...

left.

"The good"?

I don't understand, Abuela.

You...

must find the good.

What is his... good?

The paintings.

You guys...

Check De la Paz' apartment.

Let's go. Let's move it!

It's Tino...

He's looking for papi.

Who is this?

It's Caroline.

I... was with David last night.

Well, look...

You know that gang you were looking for?

It's not what you think.

I got one of them here.

You want him?

Yeah.

Tino, don't let him go anywhere.

He ain't going nowhere.

He wants to talk to you.

- Ok.

Where is my papi?

Don't let the Candyman take him away...

Oh Cristina, I won't.

Don't worry.

Open up... Police.

Cristina, I need another way out of here.

I know. The back door.

Come on. Open up...

Or I'll break the door down.

Open the door.

I just saw the Coroner's pictures

on that guy Sacco.

Somehow, this chick

gets out of the cuffs...

and rips the guy twice her size to shreds.

Gives a whole new meaning to P.M.S.

That's it. Go and do your own damn job.

Go find her.

Spread out and find her!

Sh*t!

Caroline...

Give yourself to me!

Just like your mother did.

It's ok, honey.

I'm here.

Move! Get out of my way!

Move it!

Come on! Move it out.

Move it out.

Get out of my way!

Move it!

Move!

Turn around!

Put your hands on your head!

Where is she?

Where, the f***, is she?

Tell me where she is!

Back off, Kraft!

Get away from me, boy.

Sh*t.

Nice shot.

Get his drunk, racist ass,

the f***, out here now!

Get him outta here.

Get him outta here.

All right, spread out.

I want her found now!

Tino...

the skinny huera again.

Is this the chick?

Yes.

Where are paintings?

I'll take you to them.

Don't you, f***ing, worry.

I'll take you to them right now.

Some sick sh*t's

been happening, you know.

Take you there right now.

You can take them, the f***, away.

Hey huerita!

You be careful.

Chingado crazy.

Right here.

They're all there

and the're all yours. Take them.

I'm glad you can make it.

Look, there's papi.

You said you wouldn't

let the Candyman take my papi.

No...

Somebody is awake...

I got you.

Fooled you, didn't I?

You and that fat mexican f***.

You didn't know, did you?

None of you did.

I brought you here...

to him!

Him!

Tonight we HONOR him.

It's the Day of the Dead.

We had an epiphany...

at the gallery.

His myth...

called to us.

A reflection of the evil...

that created him.

He came back...

- to shed innocent blood.

- What's blood for...

if not for shedding...

Poetry...

We...

are his new congregation.

Believers... of his myth.

We will keep the myth alive...

...so others will believe.

We are the faithful.

You're responsible

for bringing him to us.

If there wasn't for his art,

we would've never known his pain...

Called his name.

Do you dare...

call his name?

Candyman.

Candyman.

Candyman.

Candyman.

Candyman.

He's here.

Candyman.

Believe...

Come to me...

His life...

for yours.

Be...

my victim.

You took them.

You took them!

You took everything from me!

My family!

My mother!

I hope you burn in hell!

Take my shield...

for one

little fuckup.

One little fuckup!

You know...

I'll f***ing show 'em.

I'll show those f***ing a**holes.

David?

David!

God.

I'm here.

What has he done to you?

David...

I'm going to get you help.

I need your help.

Caroline...

Your life...

for his.

You cannot fight it, Caroline.

Caroline...

see...

what the've taken from me.

Feel...

my pain.

Be...

my...

victim.

Come to me...

Do not fear the pain.

It will be but momentary.

In death there will be release...

peace.

Our legends will be

forever remembered.

Written on the walls.

Immortality...

shall be yours.

The last of my descendants...

will finally be with me.

At last...

I will have...

what was taken from me so many...

many years ago.

My dignity...

my destiny...

my blood.

Behold...

your end.

Noo!

Caroline.

Caroline.

Do not forsake me...

Caroline.

Caroline!

Do not betray me!

Caroline!

Don't move.

I'm gonna get some help.

Where am I?

You're going to be ok.

Everythings gonna be ok.

Look at you...

You disgust me.

Making nice to the wetback.

After you cut him up.

You don't understand.

Oh, I understand.

I understand

you're a twisted little b*tch.

You don't understand.

I'm gonna split you open

from groin to gullet.

Don't do this;

it was the Candyman.

I'm the Candyman.

Miss McKeever?

Miss McKeever, you ok?

All right.

Just relax.

Candyman.

You must destroy the myth.

Kraft was the Candyman.

It was him.

After an exhaustive year-long

internal investigation...

the department has come

to the conclusion...

that lieutenant detective

Samuel Deacon Kraft,

an officer

with a long history...

of psychiatric

and disciplinary problems,

was solely responsible

for the serial homicides...

now dubbed

"The Candyman murders".

They all blame someone else

for your crimes.

I destroyed you.

Your good and your evil.

There's nothing left.

There's no proof

of your existence.

I destroyed the myth.

No one will ever

call your name again.

There's no such thing

as the Candyman.

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