Candyman Page #2

My apartment was built

as a housing project.

- No?

- Yeah.

Now take a look at this.

The city realised there was no barrier

between here and the Gold Coast.

Unlike the highway and the El train

to keep the ghetto cut off.

Exactly.

So they made some alterations.

They covered the cinder block in plaster

and sold the lot off as condos.

- How much did you pay for this place?

- Don't ask.

Now wait till you see this.

Here's the proof.

The killer, or killers,

they don't know which, smashed through

the back of this cabinet.

See, there's no wall there.

Only a medicine chest

separates us from the other apartment.

There could be somebody on the toilet!

- The apartment's vacant.

- Are you sure?

There.

OK. Now take a look.

That is amazing.

- What?

- I saw a light go on.

There's nobody there.

- Psyche.

- That's not funny.

- You didn't scare me at all.

- Yeah, right.

You don't believe all

that nonsense, do you?

I don't. Do you?

No.

All right.

Candyman, Candyman, Candyman,

Candyman...

Candyman.

Oh, you chicken!

You have to do it five times.

Go again.

Trevor?

- Oh, Trevor!

- What? Who were you expecting?

- What time is it?

- It's late, and I'm smashed.

Sorry I scared you.

What's with the arsenal?

We're only going eight blocks.

- You got us dressed up like cops.

- I just said dress conservatively.

No, we look like cops.

- Why are you trying to scare me?

- I'm not.

I just want you to know the gangs

hold this whole neighbourhood hostage.

OK, let's just turn around.

We can write a boring thesis

regurgitating all the usual crap

about urban legend.

We've got a real shot here, Bernadette.

A community attributes the daily horrors

of their lives to a mythical figure.

If Trevor and Archie were here,

would they chicken out?

- In a second.

- Exactly.

All right.

- You wanna wait here for me?

- No.

Well, then let's go.

- Check 'em out.

- Lock the car.

Hey, now.

Want somethin', baby?

I got it for you.

Say, yo, mama.

Come on, baby.

Yo, baby.

- Which way you goin'?

- Just going inside.

Yeah?

- You can't come up in here.

- Who you lookin' for?

- Just going up to see a friend.

- Sure you're not the police?

Look like Five-O to me.

Ask blondie where she goin'.

- Who you goin' to see?

- Let's take the stairs. Come on.

Where you all goin' there?

Heads up, people.

Five-O comin' up the back door. Police!

It's OK. They think we're cops.

They're not going to follow us.

Hang on.

- Look at this.

- This is great.

"Sweets to... "

- "The sweet. "

- "Sweets to the sweet. "

- Hurry up, Helen.

- Lemme get the door.

- Sorry.

- Jesus, Helen.

- Here it is.

- Don't go in there.

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