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People ask, where do you get your ideas?

Well, right here.

All this is my Martian landscape.

Somewhere in this room is an African veldt.

Just beyond, perhaps, is a small Illinois town where I grew up. And I'm

surrounded on every side by my magician's toy shop.

I'll never starve here.

I just look around, find what I need, and begin.

I'm Ray Bradbury, and this is...

Well then, right now, what shall it

be?

Out of all this, what do I choose to make a story?

I never know where the next one will take me.

And the trip?

Exactly one half exhilaration, exactly one half terror.

Turkey time!

Hi, Mr. Dumas. I mean, bonjour.

Is that your aid, Dr. Douglas?

Yeah.

Ready? Yeah.

Foul fiend, dig that!

It only hurts when I laugh.

Oh, I'm going to meet you in your jokes.

Do you think your parents would let me keep you?

Oh, Dougie.

that inside?

No.

You're all eyes and stomach.

Operation almost completed.

Dougie, could you see what they want?

Okay, Grandma, sure.

Bonjour, Monty. I don't speak French.

Good afternoon.

Is the owner here? He's busy.

Well, I wish to rent a room.

There are renters. We're full. Sorry.

Douglas.

Come in, sir.

Come in.

Douglas, make yourself useful.

Show Mr... Mr... Coberman.

Show Mr. Coberman to room 12.

Coberman. What kind of name is Colville?

Thank you, madam.

Well, I shall rest a little before dinner.

Dinner's at 6 .30 sharp, and if you're late coming down, the soup will get

Grandma fixes it so it will.

Thank you.

Douglas, Monsieur Dumas, dinner in 15 minutes.

I'm coming.

Supper!

Well, sounds like our new guest is awake.

While everybody here sleeps forever.

More vanishing young women.

More ladies dead.

Another last night.

Found her this morning.

White like snow.

Not a drop of blood left in her.

Monsieur Dumas, fold up that paper and roll up your tongue. Yes.

No death talk, please.

No murders while we eat.

Young ladies like you.

Should be extra careful, Miss Treadwell.

Couldn't hurt.

Why? Nothing could ever happen to little me, could it?

No.

Oh, Mr. Coberman, good evening.

Yes, it is.

This is Monsieur Dumas.

The world's greatest artist.

And bookseller.

I am Madame Marguerite.

Greatest grandma.

And this is, uh, Emily Treadwell.

Greatest student ever.

And you, sir?

Greatest what?

Uh, well, I am the greatest traveler in the world.

Oh, well, now...

That must be fascinating.

And the reason for your travels?

Business? Pleasure?

A little of both, but mostly pleasure.

Enough questions.

Let Mr.

Coberman eat his dinner.

Jimmy, I forgot your silverware.

Oh, don't worry, madam.

I brought my own.

Boy, wooden knife, wooden fork, wooden spoon. You carve them yourself?

Harmless eccentricity.

Have yourself some, Judy Mouth.

You too, Miss Treadwell. Please.

Won't you help yourself, Mr. Coberman?

The sound of silver breaks the thread

all through my system.

By the way, madam, there will be no need for you to prepare me a noon meal.

My hours are irregular and I rarely eat.

During the day.

As you wish, Mr. Coberman.

Should you change your mind?

No. Thank you, madam.

Want to see my magic trick?

Mr. Cobberman, your name, is it Czech?

Hungarian.

Excuse me.

I...

I am no longer hungry.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Douglas, what did you do?

Yeah, what did I?

And these are my favorites. For my dad, two old silver dollars.

And a small Chinese coin from that man who stayed here last week.

Plus all your tips.

Careful, Douglas.

Before that money, your grandma will be charging you for your room and board.

Those coins are for collecting, not for spending.

Wouldn't you like some more coffee?

Oh, no. I have to go to the library.

Don't come home too late.

I won't.

If I did, Douglas would protect me, wouldn't you, Douglas?

Sure. Bye, everybody.

Bye.

Oh,

Mr. Coberman.

Out for an evening promenade?

Yes. Some evenings I can walk forever.

Wait, Mr. Coberman.

You wouldn't happen to have any coins for my collection, would you?

I'm sorry, no.

Bright boy you are there, madam.

Shouldn't he be in bed by this time?

Long man, what are you doing? Just looking.

Just looking?

Yes, sir.

And what do you see?

Things, places, all kinds of worlds.

Blue ones, red ones, all different.

All kinds of worlds, is it?

Oh!

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, my child. How clumsy of me.

I shall get you new binoculars.

Better ones.

Ones that show you your real world.

Again, my apologies.

sweet.

I guess he's sleeping late this morning.

Study's so hard, poor soul.

Studwell?

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Coberman?

Mr.

Coberman, wake up!

And why the sudden interest for the human anatomy, my young friend?

Mr. Dumas, how long ago was the Eiffel Tower built?

Oh, for the 1900 Paris exhibition.

Why?

What if a man was alive then and still alive now and still the same age?

And what if he's a vampire or a monster, like I see in the films, but no one

knows because he don't act like vampires?

I mean...

Maybe this vampire don't go to bed at dawn and get up at sunset.

He just walks around any old time.

And what if he can run around at noon as long as he hides in the shade and

sleeps all kinds of hours?

And what if he has pictures of thousands of ladies on his wall? And what if he

likes lady students?

You go much too fast for me.

Mr. Treadwell.

She'll never come back, will she, Mr. Dumas?

Do you mean, Doug?

Mr. Dumas, are vampires really afraid of silver bullets or any kind of

silver?

Afraid it might kill them?

You got any silver, Doug?

Look at this.

Oh, my God.

Where did you get that?

Up there.

Did you see those things down on the kitchen table?

Yes. Dear God, what were they?

The boy said that Coberman lived after he'd taken those things out of him.

Kept on living.

What was Coberman then?

A monster?

A vampire?

I don't know.

He certainly wasn't human anyway.

Then what killed him?

We'll see.

You think those coins did it?

Yeah.

Maybe.

Well, put them back in place.

You're right.

Looks like the boy made a wise investment.