Candyman Page #3

Come on.

Jesus, it stinks.

I was right.

The layout is identical.

Which means that the bathroom

is over there.

- Helen...

- What's the problem?

A woman died in there.

Leave it.

It's all right.

There's nothing to see.

- Wait.

- This is where he broke through, right?

Yeah.

- Well, we found it. Let's go.

- Wait a second.

OK. Hang onto this.

I'm just gonna go through.

- Then we're outta here.

- You're kidding.

It's a derelict apartment.

What if somebody's

packing drugs in there?

You gonna apologise

and give 'em your card? Huh?

All right. Let's listen.

- There's nobody in there.

- OK.

Hurry up. Be careful.

Give me the camera.

- You got five minutes.

- OK. Five.

Damn it.

Bernadette! Sorry.

- I ran out of film. I gotta go back.

- No way.

- You can't...

- No, way, Helen. We're outta here!

Hey, what y'all doin' in there?

We're just leaving.

- You here for the sweets?

- No. We're not cops.

- We're from the university.

- You don't belong here, lady.

Goin' through people's apartments

and things.

My name is Helen Lyle.

This is Bernadette Walsh.

We're doing a thesis, and we were

wondering if we could talk to you.

Here. This is my card.

My baby.

Come on. Let's go.

Whites don't ever come here,

'cept to cause us a problem.

Believe me, that's not

what we want to do.

Let's go in.

So you're doing a study?

What you gonna say?

That we're bad? Hmm?

We steal? We gang-bang?

We all on drugs, right?

We ain't all like

them a**holes downstairs.

I just wanna raise my child good.

- He's a beautiful little boy.

- He's all I got.

- What's his name?

- Anthony.

I'm Anne-Marie.

Anne-Marie McCoy.

- Nice to meet you.

- Sorry we disturbed you.

- We'll just get out of your way.

- It's OK.

I don't mean to be rude. It's...

You know, the white folks

that come round here

ain't too handshakin' with us.

- Hey, what you doin'?

- Let me help you.

Making a mess here, huh?

Thank you. Thanks.

- You got kids?

- No, but I'd love one.

Hey...

Got my eye on this one, big time.

Yeah.

They're not gonna get him.

You wanna know about Ruthie Jean?

They all been here, you know?

Newspapers, cops.

Case workers. They all wanna know.

I heard her screamin'.

I heard her right through the walls.

I dialled 911.

Nobody came.

Nobody came.

Everybody scared.

He come right through these walls,

you know?

I- I'm scared.

Scared for my child.

- They ain't never gonna catch him.

- Who?

Candyman.

If they saw something they liked,

they'd point.

They thought it was rude to point.

- What did they do?

- They went...

Spat over people.

Quite extraordinary.

- Be nice.

- I am being nice.

So how are the two most beautiful

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