Theme Song: "Peter Won't Help" (instrumental from 1985's Fright Night Soundtrack) / "Don't Do Anything I wouldn't Do" ~ Fright Night 2011 Soundtrack Instrumental

On prom night, as Charley stood in front of his mirror, in his tux, trying his best to tie his bow tie, he just couldn't. He kept making a knot but not a proper tie. Yanking the tie off his neck, he threw it down across his bed. This was a time that he missed his mother. His mother could help him tie his tie, but she wasn't there, not any longer. At his age of seventeen, not only was he fatherless but he was also motherless. Dropping his head in his hands, he closed his eyes and sighed. He thought about not even going to the prom at that moment - until Jerry walked in.

"Charley, you're not ready yet? Amy and Ed will be here any minute."

Charley shook his head with a glum expression.

"I'm not going, Jerry. I mean, tonight is going to go all wrong. I can't even tie my tie, I can't find the corsage I bought for Amy–"

"It's in the fridge, Charley," Jerry said with a smile. "I put it there this afternoon to keep it from wilting."

Jerry sighed as he walked over to Charley's bed and picked up the tie.

"As far as your tie, stand up, come on."

Charley stood up and Jerry wrapped the tie around him.

"Now," Jerry said as he began tying the tie, "you cross the longer end of the bow over the shorter one, and then you bring the long side up behind the short side, like this. Then you pull and fold the left end over itself to create a bow look. Then, you pull the longer piece over and in front of the shorter side in the front that is shaped like a bow tie. Next, you fold the longer end of the bow into a bow shape. Find the loop behind the shorter end, push the longer end through the loop. Then, finally, you pull at both ends to tie the knot, and there you have your bow tie."

Charley looked down at his perfectly tied bow tie with a smile.

"Wow, that seemed really easy," Charley said. "Thanks, Jerry."

"You're welcome, Charley," Jerry said with a smile as Charley looked back in the mirror and straightened up his bow tie.

"I wish my father had've been around to teach that to me," Charley said.

Jerry displayed a sympathetic frown.

"Yeah, he missed out on being a part of a great young man's life."

"Sometimes I think his leaving was my fault," Charley said in a low, saddened tone.

"Hey, Charley, no, it wasn't your fault," Jerry said.

"How do you know? You don't know him," Charley said with a shake of his head.

"I know, Charley because I know you. You're a great kid. If I had've had a son, I'd want him to be you. Look, I know I'm not your real father, but if it means anything, I'm really, really proud of you, Charley. You're such a terrific young man."

Charley smiled at him.

"Really?"

"Really," Jerry replied.

As Charley hugged Jerry, Jerry hugged him back with a smile, a warm smile, a parental smile.

As Jerry opened his eyes, coming out of the memory he just revisited, he stared over at Charley, still lying unconscious in the bed, and tears filled his eyes. As he thought back to the two officers who had just walked out of the hospital room, his sadness turned to hot, fiery rage.

Walking out of Charley's hospital room, Jerry was livid and he didn't care if Amy or Ed, who were in the waiting room with Billy, saw it.

"Finally!" Amy yelled through light sobs. "They said we couldn't go see him unless he's family. Can you please tell them to let us see him?!"

"I told them at the desk after I walked out that once you both arrived, you could go see him," Jerry said while walking with pace past Billy, towards the ER's exit doors. "He's in room twenty-one."

With haste, Amy and Ed ran out of the waiting room. As Billy saw Jerry walking out of the hospital, Billy rushed after him and grabbed his arm.

"Hey, wait, where are you going?" Billy asked.

"While I was in there with Charley, two officers walked in and they told me they found the guy that caused Charley's crash."

As Jerry turned to walk away, Billy grabbed his arm again.

"Jerry, wait, you're not going to do what I think you are—"

"Yeah, I am, Billy!" Jerry snapped. "He could die in there! He could die because of some fool who decided to drink and then take to the streets! I'm going to claw him to shreds and then drain every ounce of life from his worthless body."

"Jerry, no!" Billy yelled. "Look, I know you're upset! I get it, you and Charley—bonded over these past five months but you're talking about going into a police station and murdering someone! This is different than just grabbing a girl off the streets and—"

"I don't care!" Jerry yelled. "I—I doubt you'll understand this, Billy but these past five months have made me feel like—if I had've had a son, I'd want one like Charley, just like him. He's a good kid, and he deserves this, he needs it."

Jerry yanked his arm away and continued walking on.

"Jerry, Charley needs you here too!" Billy yelled before walking after Jerry. "Do you honestly think this is what Charley would want? For you to go out and murder this guy, no matter what he did?"

Jerry sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Jerry, I get you're angry," Billy said, "but just think about who Charley is, he's Charley Brewster. Trust me, he wouldn't want you doing this. He'd want you to stay here, with him and—I don't know, use your energy to help him fight through this."

Jerry looked away with a frown as tears clouded his eyes. He knew Billy was right, but damn it, he still wanted revenge, especially after seeing Charley lying in that bed, so frail, so weak, so bruised and damaged. As Billy pulled Jerry into a hug, Jerry bit down on his lower lip, trying his best to fight off the emotions that were running through him at that moment, emotions that he hadn't felt in years, emotions that for so long had only been reserved for those who were truly close to him—Regine, Billy, and his deceased parents of long ago.

"Jerry! Billy! Come quick! Charley's heart stopped!" Amy yelled as she ran out of the ER's hospital doors.

As Jerry and Billy ran behind Amy into Charley's room, they saw two doctors and two nurses surrounding Charley. One of the nurses had defibrillator paddles on Charley's bare chest, shocking him as the ECG monitor remained flatlined.

"Again!" one of the doctors yelled to the nurse with the defibrillator.

As the nurse shocked Charley again, Amy broke into tears while Ed paced the floor, a few feet away with tears clouding his eyes. As the shocks from the defibrillator failed to work and Charley's heart remained flatlined, Jerry stared on with wide, tearful eyes. On the outside, Jerry looked somewhat calm and collected, but on the inside, he was panicking, panicking at the fact of potentially losing the only person who had grown to be a "son-figure" in his life.