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SERLING: Tonight's stars:

Leslie Nielsen,

Fritz Weaver,

Francis Lederer,

and Helmut Dantine.

Good evening, and
welcome to the Night Gallery.

Now if you'll just follow me.

Time again for your weekly
excursion into the cultural.

Paintings, statuary,
still lifes, collages,

some abstracts, and
some items in ice.

That's not the technique. That,
hopefully, is what we turn your blood into.

A good way to begin the
attempt, painting number one,

about a man who spends
a night in a haunted house.

An unbeliever, if you will,
who, by dawn, believes.

The name of the painting
is A Question Of Fear.

The name of this place
is the Night Gallery.

I knew there were no such
things as ghosts or evil spirits.

I made up my mind, I would
spend the night in that house

and put an end, once and
for all, to all the stupid legends.

Against the advice
of my friends,

I went there just after sunset.

I have never been afraid
of anything in my life

and, I give you my word, I
was not afraid of that house.

They found me wandering on
the road sometime after midnight.

When I went in there,
my hair was jet black.

It was this color
when I came out.

And for three years afterwards,

I was confined for treatment.

What happened in
the haunted house?

I don't know.

Mercifully, I have no memory
of the events of that night.

Interesting color, white.

I've often wondered why
they call cowards yellow,

when it's the white flag
they use to surrender.

Does that mean, Colonel Malloy,
that you think I am a coward?

Denny, come on. There's
no such thing as ghosts

or evil spirits. The world is divided
between those with courage and without.

Ghosts are an
invention of the latter.

Denny, Dr. Mazi is my guest!

Well, he makes me sick.

Fear is a disease, and
it's men like you, Mazi,

with your tales of spectral
goblins, help spread it.

I've shot men in a half a
dozen wars for cowardice,

men with your disease, who
are endangering the rest of us.

Put it right there,
will you? Thank you.

No,

I have no patience
with your fear.

My apologies,
Dr. Mazi. Shall we go?

Thank you, gentlemen,
but I would like to stay.

You believe then, Colonel
Malloy, that you are without fear?

When I was 18, as a volunteer
in the Spanish Civil War,

I killed my first man in
hand-to-hand combat.

Since then, I have been
with the armies of Britain,

the United States, the
French Foreign Legion,

and more recently as
a mercenary in Africa.

I have seen and done things
that, were I less of a man,

I too would have white hair.

No,

I am careful,

but I am incapable of fear.

Are you a betting
man, Colonel Malloy?

It depends.

Would you bet on your courage?

That's how I make my living.

I still own that house.

It has been boarded
up ever since that night.

I will wager you $10,000

that you will not be able to spend
one whole night alone in that house

without being
frightened to death.

You must be joking.

On the contrary,
I'm calling your bluff.

All right, you're covered.

You'll hold the
stakes, gentlemen?

With pleasure. I've
got five more with Mazi.

Gentlemen, I shall be
delighted to take your money.

You understand
the terms of the bet.

All you have to do is spend one
whole night in that house alone

without being
frightened to death.

For $15,000, I would
survive a night in Hell.

Well, it looks like
the genuine article.

If you survive, we settle our
bet at noon tomorrow at the club.

You will need a key.

I'll buy you
lunch, it's my treat.

Goodbye, Colonel Malloy.

Mazi!

I don't know how much
all this junk cost you,

but you can add
another 10 grand to it.

And, Al and Fred, if you're
listening, you just lost your five!

That is, unless you
intend murdering me,

which, of course, I doubt, since
it's not part of the terms of our bet.

So, boys,

that's your ball game.

And now, if you'll excuse me,

I think I'll retire
for the night.

How about that, no cobwebs.

Looks very inviting, Mazi.

Maybe too much so, huh?

Good night, all.

Wake me when it's over.

Mazi!

Mazi!

Mazi!

The bet is you were
gonna scare me to death.

You can't scare me if
you kill me, right, Mazi?

You know, for a moment...

Just for a moment, I
thought this was serious.

But you know what I think, Mazi?

I think you just
wanna see me afraid.

You want to reduce me
to your level. Right, Mazi?

Well, I'm sorry, pal.

That's one fraternity
I refuse to join.

Sorry, pal.

Denny Malloy signing off.

One hundred,

ninety-nine,

ninety-eight,

ninety-seven,

ninety-six...

Good morning, Mr. Malloy.

Now we can see each other.

There's a television camera
sending your image to me.

Listen, Mazi.
What's all this about?

A bet. We made a bet.

Oh, no. It's much
more than that.

A man doesn't go to this elaborate
setup here just to win a bet.

You are right. But your
eggs will be overcooked.

I can start and stop
the burner electronically,

but not the actual
cooking process.

Why don't you have
breakfast, and we'll talk?

That's what I say. Why not?

And don't worry about
drugs. The food is harmless.

I wasn't worried about it.

As you weren't worried about
the coffee thermos last night?

That's right.

Drugged, Mr. Malloy.

You left your bag unguarded just after
you entered the house, you remember?

It was while you
explored the dining room.

But eat, eat, eat.

Haven't I told you,
haven't I reassured you?

The food is harmless.
As indeed it is.

And I want you fully awake
when your fate overtakes you.

The drug I spoke about,

the one I put in your coffee, you
experienced a slight dizziness?

Yes, of course.

Oh, nothing heavy, be assured.

Just a little something
to insure that

when you slept,
it would be deeply.

You really are quite
brave, aren't you?

And for that, I admire you.

But every man has his
breaking point, Colonel Malloy,

and you have yours.

To be absolutely
honest with you,

I never really doubted your
resource and your courage.

It will cost you 10 grand.

We are not finished yet.

Yes, I've learned a great
deal about you, Colonel Malloy.

How brave you are,

how you broke through
the Italian line at Sidi Barrani

and led the attack on Tobruk.

I believe, at that time, you
were serving in the British army.

America was too slow
getting into that one.

Commendable patriotism.

Do you remember a
small command post

you captured along the way?

I captured a lot
of command posts.

Yes, to be sure.

But this one had a
special significance.

Perhaps I can help
you to try to remember.

It's your TV program.

Thank you.

My father was a junior
officer in the army of Mussolini.

He had been left behind
to destroy some papers

which were potentially
useful to the British.

Your advance column
cut off his retreat.

He surrendered at once.

Somehow you got it into
your head that he could tell you

when the German invasion
of Libya would take place.

He was not a brave
man, my father.

He told you with
tears in his eyes

that he was only a
concert pianist in uniform

who wanted nothing
more than for the war to end

so he could get back to
his piano and to his music.

Do you remember?

Well, that was a long time
ago. There was a war on...

Men were dying everywhere.

Ah, you do remember. Good.

I want you to
remember every detail.

You took a can of
gasoline from your Jeep,

and while your
men held him down,

you poured the
gasoline over his hands.

And then, when he failed to
provide you with the information

that was never his to give,

you set fire to his hands.

See it, Colonel Malloy, hero!

Even your own men didn't
expect you to carry out your threat,

but since they were accomplices
to the deed, their lips were sealed.

Thanks to you,

those hands that had given
pleasure to millions of people

were reduced, in a matter of
moments, to blackened stumps.

Needless to say, my
father never played again.

My best friend was killed in
a land mine the day before.

Ah, yes, to be sure,
many men perished.

My father often spoke of you,

and just before he died,

I swore to him I would find you

and I would break you,
just as you broke him.

The bet's off,
Mazi. I'm leaving.

And if anyone tries
to stop me, I'll kill him.

Nobody will try to stop you.

But I think you will be interested
in the rest of what I have to tell you.

Go ahead.

I have lived in your country
for a number of years now.

I changed my name and
I began to hunt you down.

I trailed you incessantly,
awaiting my chance.

Well, you had your chance
last night and you blew it.

And before congratulating
yourself on surviving

the terrors which I so
painstakingly engineered for you,

I think you should know

the worst shock is yet to come.

Which is?

Although mechanics and
electronics are amusing hobbies,

I am by profession a biochemist.

I have been in the employ of
the United States Government

in the field of biological
and chemical warfare.

And, as they say, highly
respected in my field.

Good for you.

Thank you.

Recently, my colleague and I

discovered a way of converting a
complex enzyme molecule in the human body

until its structure is identical
with that of an annelid,

better known to you
as an earthworm.

That's terrific. I'm
delighted for you.

The result is
quite extraordinary.

The bones of the
body disintegrate

without affecting the nervous
system or the vital organs,

until the victim is, as near
as can be, an earthworm.

Able to move on its belly,

but without vertebrae,
unable to stand.

Able to feed, able
to pass waste matter,

but unable to use
its arms and legs,

except to assist with a slithering
motion, in the manner of an earthworm.

You're out of your mind,
man. That's impossible.

Really? Then I suggest you
pay another visit to the cellar.

There, you will see
now my colleague.

He's quite harmless,
only rather repulsive.

You see, his body,
being a stout man,

tended to metamorphose
into that of a giant slug.

Definitely not for the
squeamish, I would say.

All right.

Why are you telling me this?

If you will roll up your
left sleeve and examine

the inside of your arm
just below the elbow,

you will perceive a
small puncture mark.

While you were asleep, sleeping
off the effects of the drugged coffee,

I entered your bedroom
and injected you

with the same serum I
gave to my colleague.

The two of you should really
go down in medical history,

although I rather suspect the
authorities will try to hush it up.

A bit too gruesome to unleash
on the unsuspecting public,

if you see what I mean.

Of course, the transition
doesn't happen overnight.

My colleague was
missing for six months

before they finally
dropped the search for him.

So, you see, you will have
ample time to go to the club,

collect your winnings.
Tell the police, if you like.

I don't care, my job is done.

Although I have planned
a watertight escape route.

No.

That's not the
truth. You're bluffing.

Am I?

The process should
begin in very few days.

Go and see a specialist.

I should like to see his face

when you try to explain to
him what is wrong with you.

He won't believe a
word of it, of course,

but even if he did, he would
be powerless to help you.

You see, we never really found
a way of reversing the process.

I don't think one exists.

Do you feel a
stiffness in the joints,

elbows, knees, shoulders?

It's lies!

You're lying!

There is no such serum!

There is a very
easy way to find out.

Just go down to the cellar and
have a look at my colleague.

He won't mind.

He's past caring about anything.

There you are. Brave as ever.

You will be a very brave worm.

Why are you stopping?

Your fate is
there in the cellar.

Go and look at what you will be!

Why are you stopping?
Go, I command you.

You still lose, Mazi.

No, Mr. Malloy, you lose.

There is nothing in the cellar.

Oscar Wilde said
something to the effect

that if there were not a devil,

we'd very likely invent him.

He serves many a purpose,

and this grim-visaged
character here

is proof of that
rather bitter pudding,

in a story that
tells what happens

when evil collides with evil.

The painting is called
The Devil Is Not Mocked.

You've asked your grandfather
what he did in the Great War?

Listen attentively,
child, and I will tell you.

For while many are
the terrible charges

made against our ancestors,

let no man deny our patriotism.

Hello? Wagner Drei,
this is Mozart Ein.

Hello, hello?

Wagner Drei, this is Mozart Ein.

Hello? Wagner Drei,
this is Mozart Ein.

Hello? Wagner Drei,
this is Mozart Ein.

Hello?

Wagner Drei?

The sector to the west is
cleared of partisans, Herr General.

They have shown
their true color.

Serbs, Croatians, Slavs.

Stupid peasants putting on
an act for their womenfolk.

The castle will be
surrounded at any moment.

Good. Dietrich, proceed.

Microphone.

This is General von Grunn,

Commander in Chief,
SS, Balkan Forces.

Your headquarters are
completely surrounded.

Resistance is, of course,
futile and utterly suicidal.

You will open the gates
and file out one at a time,

weapons raised over your heads.

We will count to five.

Gentlemen, welcome.

What do you mean, "Welcome"?

You are my guest.

You are headquarters for a
secret partisan organization.

We have come to burn you
out. Don't you welcome me!

Kranz, move in!

Dietrich.

General, I assure you.

You must forgive us for
interrupting your supper.

It is your supper, General.

We have anticipated your visit.

Herr General.

There are only these servants.

Possibly a half-dozen more
downstairs and in the stable.

These old castles, they all
have subterranean tunnels.

The others have already
escaped into the hills.

But we'll send out a
reconnaissance party

and hunt them down
like the dogs they are.

General, there are no others.
Of that I can assure you.

There is a secret
resistance movement

operating in this area.

Terrorists, fanatical
in their defense

of this depressing
Balkan wasteland.

But they shall not escape.

Kranz!

Have the girl taste the food.

I assure you, General,
the food is harmless

and superbly prepared.

There are beds for
you and for the officers.

The servants downstairs
are eager to do

everything within
their power to make

the visit of your troops
as memorable as possible.

You seek to attach
yourself to me.

Win my confidence and
learn our battle plans, right?

I'm merely proud of
my homeland, General.

We have an historic
tradition of hospitality. We...

You have no homeland.

You are a doorstep
to the Ukraine.

You have become a mat
on which we wipe our boots

before re-entering
the Fatherland.

General.

It is delicious.

There's goose, sauerkraut,
sweet potatoes, spaetzle.

The bread, still warm.

Good.

You will join me.
Please sit down.

I will share your
company, General,

but if you forgive
the eccentricity,

I do not sup before midnight.

What a foolish,
primitive custom.

Under the Third Reich,
all this will change.

Goose.

So you are a Count, huh?

I am heir to that
ancestral title, yes.

Enjoy it while you can, my host.

Under German
rule, people like you

will be no better off
than their servants.

Only, unlike your staff,

you will not be
serving a single master,

but an entire race.

That is what
distresses you, huh?

It is not patriotism
or love of country,

it is the knowledge that
all of this will be lost to you,

and this is the reason

why you have organized
your pathetic resistance forces.

I am a member of the resistance?

Not only a member,
you are their leader.

I grant you, I've not been
able to prove that as yet.

You are too clever for that.

However, let me assure you,

before we are through
with you, you will talk.

We will learn the truth.

Perhaps you shall.

I could have stood you
up against a wall right now,

if I wished to. You
realize that, don't you?

Under martial law,

I could have you shot
merely for suspicious conduct.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler.

How can you live with
these eternal wolves?

Kranz!

Your bullets are
useless, General.

What do you mean?

You are finished. All of you!

We have 100 men
out there! Dietrich!

Useless, General.

If the bullets were silver,

it would, of course,
be a different story.

You must forgive my servants,

and our primitive
Transylvanian customs.

If it's any
consolation, General,

this is the headquarters
of the secret resistance

and I am its proud commander,

Count Dracula.

And that, dear child,

is how your grandfather
served his country

in the Great War.