Isn't it beautiful?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Albany?

Oh yeah, I guess I'm on some other ship now.

Huh?

When something leaves his name, even if you wash it out, he's still there.

You can feel it a thinning deep in the fabric.

This neighborhood got caught in the loop.

The ship got stained in the exact same spot over and over until finally rotted from the inside out.

They tore down our homes so they could move back in.

We need Candy man.

Because this time they were killing their fathers, their babies, they're sisters.

I knew it was only a matter of time before the baby came back here, imperfect symmetry.

A chance for Candyman to take back what's rightfully his.

Mm hmm.

His legend.

Mhm.

Mhm No.

Mhm.

See you can really make the story of your own, but some of the specifics should be somewhat consistent.

Mm hmm, mm hmm, mm hmm.

You ever hear the story of Anthony McCoy artists who lost his mind and the cops showed up and shot him down in cold blood without even saying a word.

Well say his name.

If you dare say it five times in the mirror, see what happens.

But it's all done.

They'll tell a story and Candy man will live right forever.

Here comes this wall.

Are you ready for the sacrament?

Ah Hey?

Mm hmm.

Mhm.

Okay.