Fright Night

Defy reason. Defy everything you know.

Welcome to Fright Night.

Onstage at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas.

Welcome back.

In the northern Las Vegas suburb of Hillcrest Bluffs today,

a woman leaving a grocery store says a man came up to her

and tried to bite her.

He was scared off by the security guard.

If you've seen or witnessed anything similar...

Really? Really? I'm going to take you apart.

You watch me. Watch me take you apart.

You're done. You're done.

Nothing doing, huh?

This thing has got no ambition. It's got no huevos.

Doris, do you want some help with the trash?

Oh, I got it. Thanks.

All right. Good to see you, Char-Char. You're getting big.

Hey, kid. Don't leer at the neighbors.

She's the one that put the word on her butt.

I'm just reading it.

Is he ever going to move that dumpster?

Oh, Mom, come on. You got to get over it.

Attitude.

You've been stressed or something.

Amy?

Amy is good. Hasn't dumped me yet, so...

Getting what you want can be stressful.

Especially when you're not used to getting it. More to lose.

You reading those books again? The Power of Whatever-the-Hell?

Because they're definitely not working.

And neither is this bike.

Still tripping out over some guy's box.

It's an eyesore.

I'm trying to get people to move in, not join the legions leaving town.

- I like that word. "Legions." - Hello.

Can I get some help here?

- When the Perrys lived there... - When the Perrys lived there,

they were the greatest neighbors ever, but they moved.

I thought you were happy their house finally sold.

He's not digging a pool, so where did all this concrete come from?

That's a very good question.

Maybe you should spy on him some more and find out.

He's 13 feet from our house. That's not spying.

It's merely observing.

- Hi, Mrs. Brewster. - Hey, honey. Hi, girls.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Oh, hey, Ed called again. - Yeah?

I'm tired of making excuses for you, Charley.

If you don't want to talk to him, just tell him.

Kind of defeats the purpose.

- Still can't get the bike started? - No faith.

So you don't need a ride?

Amy!

Amy! Oh, my God.

Hey!

- Charley? - Yeah.

- Guess what? - What?

- Guess what? We are on time. - Oh, good.

- You stress too much. - No, I don't.

Yeah, you do. You do your worried thing.

- What's my "worried thing"? - Your worried thing.

I don't have a worried thing. I never make that face.

All the time.

- Ladies. - Dudes. Looking good.

Seriously? A mochaccino?

You can't ride with the girls any more. I mean,

you let them brush your hair, My Pretty Pony?

Chuck's secure.

Nice, man. Nice kicks.

- Puce. - Fuck, yeah.

I have track after school. I'll see you later.

Hey, Amy, Amy.

About the prom. I was going to ask you. I just kind of figured it was a go.

You, me, ill-fitting tuxedo. The whole thing, you know?

No. Nobody goes to the dance in senior year.

Okay. Yeah, I knew that.

- It's so not cool. - I know.

- Okay, bye. - Bye.

Did you find a freaking genie lamp, man?

Make a sacrifice to the hot-ass gods? How do you get that?

Just game, man.

Rock-solid game.

- He doesn't even have a car. - Seriously.

- Ben Wegener? - Here.

Nick Straley?

Nick?

- Courtney Frank? - Here.

Adam Johnson?

Adam?

- Steve Danton? - Here.

- Matt Hofstetler? - Yo.

- Ellen Mclntosh? - Here, Ms Granada.

Samuel Silverman?

Holy crap, man. How did you get that?

She's hard up, man.

Dude, I think Ed's going to talk to us.

Hey, can I get a minute?

Just the two of you? That's sweet!

Now he can school you in the ways of geek-douchery.

Nice. Don't you have some sluts to go fuck?

Actually, yeah, I do.

It's important, Brewster.

What's up, Ed?

You know Adam's missing, right?

What do you mean, Adam's missing?

I keep trying him. No texts, no phone calls, nothing.

I don't know if you were paying attention at roll call,

but he's not the only one that's gone.

Kids aren't coming to school. That happens all the time.

What do you want me to do about it?

Just meet me at his house after school.

We'll check around and see if he's okay.

I can't. I'm sorry. I'm busy.

I don't think you understand what I'm telling you. Adam's gone.

Do we really have to do this here?

Wow. Am I supposed to not even speak to you any more?

- Be quiet. Don't spaz out. - "Don't spaz out."

You don't want me to spaz out? Oh, my God! It's so horrible!

Crossing the streams! Will high school as we know it cease to exist?

Okay. You want me to go tell your pals how well we really know each other?

The LEGO contests, the Farscape conventions,

- the costumes? - Please stop.

Or how about that one time you took my Stretch Armstrong,

so you could tie it around your balls and jerk off for an hour?

- Stop. - Then be my backup.

Okay, fine. Adam's after school.

Don't be late.

I'd really like Stretch back, by the way.

You know what I want for dinner?

You realize you're eating right now, right?

You just forced me to get you a smoothie so big

that they named a planet after it.

It's true. I'm insatiable.

You are.

What was that for?

Nothing.

I'm so sorry to take up your time. I really appreciate your help.

Is my mom flirting?

Hey, Charley, I'm at Adam's house,

and it's really weird, because you're not here.

Remember those videos of us back in the day?

Adam, you, and I dressed in tights?

You don't want your new pals seeing you in that, do you? All right.

So, not a pool? What's the work you're doing?

Foundation problems. I had to rip up half the basement.

Oh, these houses were practically built overnight.

It never surprises me when they come apart.

This is the third time this thing has broken.

Done. Just needed a new stem.

Jerry, this is my son, Charley, and his...

I don't know. Do we say "girlfriend"?

Hi, I'm Amy.

Hey, Jerry.

Nice to meet you.

So, Jerry is our new neighbor at the Perry place.

- And he's handy. - No kidding.

I'm sorry about the mess, Charley.

I was just saying to your mom I'll have the dumpster gone tomorrow.

It doesn't bother me. My mom was...

Jerry does night construction on the Strip.

Oh.

You play ball.

I'm always looking for a pickup game.

Yeah, no, I do. Definitely.

- I do. - It's more of a collector thing, the shoes.

He's obsessed. They sleep on sidewalks to get them.

- I play, though. - It takes a real man to wear

puce.

I like them.

So, I'd invite you guys inside, but it's a mess.

- I've been meaning to. - Be neighborly.

A drink. Something.

Soon, okay?

Yeah, you bet. And thank you so much for the help.

It's the least I could do.

My God. Why did you blow him off?

A guy that good-looking still single? Bad bet. He is a player.

Nice, Mom, breaking it down.

I've had enough man troubles. I am not getting suckered again.

Oh, wow.

I got to go.

- What? - I'll call you later. Okay?

- Now? - Dinner's on.

- That's fine. I'll eat after. - Charley!

- Are you okay? - Okay, see you, guys.

Dude, where the hell have you been?

- You said after school. - I meant right after. This is dusk.

- Do you know what that means? - No, I have no idea.

- Let me consult my pocket dictionary. - Nice.

Hello? Anybody home?

Nope.

This is nuts.

I really hate to be the one to tell you this, but

that guy, your neighbor,

he's a vampire, man.

- My neighbor? Next door? - Yeah.

Jerry. I just met him.

Okay. Jerry.

That is a terrible vampire name. Jerry?

I didn't name him, man. I'm just reporting the facts.