meet.
Yeah, Mom.
Charley, this is
our next-door neighbour...
Jerry Dandrige.
Hello, Charley.
Charley, don't be rude.
Shake hands.
- What's he doing here?
- I invited him for a drink
You what?
I invited him over.
Why?
What's the matter, Charley?
Afraid I'd never come over
without being invited first?
You're quite right.
Of course, now that
I've been made welcome...
I'll probably drop by
quite a bit.
In fact,
anytime I feel like it.
With your mother's
kind permission, of course.
Oh, jerry, anytime.
It's nice that someone interesting has
finally moved into the neighbourhood.
Charley, are you all right?
Yeah, Mom, I'm fine.
I just gotta get back
to my trig.
Nice to meet you.
See you.
Soon.
We wouldn't want towake
your mother, would we?
Then I'd have to kill her too.
Right?
Do you realize how much trouble
you've caused me?
Spying on me.
Almost disturbing my sleep
this afternoon.
Telling policemen about me!
You deserve to die, boy.
Of course, I could give you
something I don't have.
A choice.
Forget about me, Charley.
Forget about me,
and I'll forget about you.
What do you say, Charley?
Fool.
Charley!
Charley, can you hear me?
Charley, is thatyou?
My door is stuck
- What is going on?
- Nothing. I just had a nightmare.
I had one last night.
It was awful.
I was at this white sale
and suddenly realized I was stark naked.
- Now what is it?
- Nothing.
Just raccoons
in the garbage again.
- Go back to sleep.
- But what about your nightmare?
- Do you want a Valium?
- I'm fine now.
- Honest.
- I do need my sleep.
I start the night shift tomorrow.
3:00 in the morning.
- It's so bad for my complexion.
- Good night, Mom.
I know you're there, Charley.
I can see you.
What's the matter, Charley?
scared?
You started this, Charley,
and I'm gonna finish it.
I just destroyed your car,
Charley.
But that's nothing compared
to what I'm gonna do to you...
tomorrow night.
Once again, your host...
Peter Vincent.
Good evening, horror fans.
Did you know
there are a lot of people...
who do not believe in vampires?
But I do...
because I know they exist.
I have fought them
in all their guises--
man, wolves, bats--
and I have always won!
That is why they call me...
the great vampire killer.
Now...
watch me do it.
Go, Peter.
Go.
Mr Vincent,
could I talk to you for a minute?
Please, Mr Vincent.
It's very, very important.
- What do you want me to sign?
- Pardon me?
You do want my autograph,
don't you?
No, sir, I was curious about
what you said last night on TV...
about believing in vampires.
What about it?
Were you serious?
Oh, absolutely.
Unfortunately,
none of your generation seems to be.
What do you mean?
I have just been fired because nobody
wants to see vampire killers any more...
or vampires either.
Apparently all they want
are demented madmen...
running around in ski masks
hacking up young virgins.
Excuse me.
I believe in vampires.
That's nice.
If only there had been more of you,
perhaps my ratings would've been higher.
In fact, I have one
living next door to me.
Would you help me kill him?
Pardon me?
You know that murder
a few days ago?
Yes.
The guy who lives next door to me
did it, and he's a vampire.
If this is your idea of a joke,
I am not amused.
Mr Vincent, I am not joking.
I am deadly serious.
Well, if you would excuse me--
But, Mr Vincent,
you have to believe me.
I'm telling the truth.
You just said you believed in vampires.
I lied.
Now, if you will leave me alone--
You have to listen to me!
The vampire tried
to kill me last night...
and trashed my car
when he didn't succeed.
He's gonna be back tonight.
If I don't get help, he's gonna kill me.
Mr Vincent!
Just listen to me for a second.
No! Wait!
Please, Mr Vincent!
Wait!
- What are you doing here?
- What about you? You just dumped him.
- It's none of your business.
- So you do like him.
Anybody home?
Wow.
What's all this for?