Candyman Page #4
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- Year:
- 1992
- 99 min
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graduate students getting along?
Trevor tells me you've been dabbling
in my favourite subject.
I can't wait to review your data.
I can fit you in tomorrow.
We're not ready yet.
That's the moment at which
I can be of greatest assistance.
Before you disappear down a path
to academic oblivia.
I think I've been there.
Actually, Purcell,
we're about to bury you.
- Helen...
- What?
We'll have something for you soon.
- We only went to Cabrini today, and...
- Ah! Cabrini-Green.
Candyman country.
If you're after the hook man, read the
paper I wrote about him ten years ago.
You do know the story, don't you?
No...
Then how are you going to bury me?
The legend first appeared in 1890.
Candyman was the son of a slave.
His father had amassed a considerable
fortune from designing a device
for the mass-producing of shoes
after the Civil War.
Candyman had been
sent to the best schools
and had grown up in polite society.
He had a prodigious talent
as an artist
and was much sought after when it came
to the documenting of one's wealth
and position in society in a portrait.
It was in this latter capacity
that he was commissioned
by a wealthy landowner
to capture
his daughter's virginal beauty.
Well, of course,
they fell deeply in love,
and she became pregnant.
Hmph.
Poor Candyman.
The father executed
a terrible revenge.
He paid a pack of brutal hooligans
to do the deed.
They chased Candyman
through the town to Cabrini-Green,
where they proceeded to saw off
his right hand with a rusty blade.
No one came to his aid.
But this was just the beginning
of his ordeal.
Nearby there was an apiary. Dozens
of hives, filled with hungry bees.
They smashed the hives
and stole the honeycomb...
...and smeared it
over his prone, naked body.
Candyman was stung to death
by the bees.
They burned his body
on a giant pyre
and then scattered his ashes
over Cabrini-Green.
Hello.
Anne-Marie ain't in.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah. She said you'd be back.
What's your name?
Jake.
Well, listen, Jake,
maybe you can help me out.
I wanted to find out
about that woman who got killed.
Do you know anything about that?
Her name was Ruthie Jean.
I don't know nothin'.
Did anybody else talk about it?
It's OK to talk to me, Jake.
Cos I'm not a cop.
- So nobody's gonna get in trouble.
- I can't say nothin',
or Candyman'll get me.
Candyman, huh?
You scared of him?
I ain't scared of nobody.
But you're crazy
walkin' here on your own.
- It ain't safe around here.
- Yeah, I know.
But I don't scare
too easy either, Jake.
You know, you don't have to tell me.
You could just show me.
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