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Keep talking.

You wanted her,
you fix her!

You refuse me one love
when you've got two!

Lestat: I don't know
if you remember --Louis: Antoinette.

I'll kill her soon.

Don't run off.

You're gettin' a little
close there, Bruce.

Aah!
[Whimpering]

You are bein' rude!

Lestat:
The prodigal daughter.

The first sight of her,

you are just gonna up
and leave me?!

Louis!

Let go of me!

Anything for you.
[Gasps]

♪

♪

♪

♪

Louis:
A few shattered vertebrae,

a punctured lung...

...blind in one eye
for five weeks.

Two months, was it?

I took naps at night then.

I would feel the air
against my skin

as though I was still falling.

[Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

And then I would land
all over again.

Excruciating pain was the proof
I was still alive.

[Doors open]

[Rats squeaking]

♪

Daniel:
He could fly?

Louis:
Yes.

Like Superman?

Not like Superman.

Superman is
a fictional character.

But in the air,

with a "fuck you
to Newtonian physics" flying?

He said it was more
like floating,

arising at will,

propelling in a direction
by the decision.

He called it
"the cloud gift."

Hey, Doc, did you know there's
a flying vampire apocalypse

coming your way?

Most vampires do not possess
the cloud gift.

With a few exceptions, only
the most ancient of us have it.

You know he's a vampire,
right?

I do not discuss
my patients

with anyone but the patients
themselves.

That's the voice
of Dr. Fareed Bhansali.

That is not my voice.

He's the personal physician to
the deputy prime minister and...

And I am not here....the vampire
Louis de Pointe du Lac.

He's officially
off the record.

NDAs signed by any and all
who cross the threshold, eh?

Is your medicine taking?

It's cold and itchy.
Thanks for asking.

Are you still dreaming
about our first meeting, Daniel?

I keep waking up
just before you ask me back

to your shitty apartment.

Can youfly, Louis?

[Gasping]

No.

So for 20 years, you lived
with the vampire Lestat,

and you didn't know
he had the flying gift?

The cloud gift.

And yes, it was a remarkable
bit of restraint he managed.

Why would he do that?

[Gasping]

I suppose he thought if he
exposed all his power to me,

I would never feel his equal and
the relationship would suffer.

"He only beat me
the one time, Officer.

It's not his fault."

Classic Stockholm,
eh, Doc?

I am not here.

Are we the sum
of our worst moments?

♪

Can we be forgiven if we do
not forgive others ourselves?

♪

Lestat had disappeared
after that awful night --

vanished out of a profound
sense of shame

he would later confess to.

Which was just as well,
since Claudia and I

were in no mood
to receive his apologies.

[Telephone ringing] I made pride my blanket.

And she dedicated all her
energy to my rehabilitation.

♪

Claudia:
You ready?

This is humiliating.

[Goat bleating]

[Grunts]

♪

♪

[Breathing heavily]

[Goat bleating]

♪

[Clattering, glass breaking]

[Exhales deeply]

We'll try again
tomorrow.

[Fire crackling]

♪

♪

If you ever want to talk about
what happened to you

while you were gone,
you know you can, right?

Uh-huh.

Or you could just tell me
his name,

write it on a scrap
of paper.

You gonna be my knight
in vengeful black?

I amthe knight.

Don't move it.

I didn't.

Save your charity
for the needful.

[Doorbell ringing]

♪

[Ringing continues]

♪

[Hinges squeaking]

Claudia, hello.

I've been calling
quite often.

I don't know if the operator is
patching me through correctly.

I brought something
from Louis's favorite bookshop.

"The Book of Hours."
Extremely rare, 15th century.

Silver and gold in the vellum,
palettes of blue and old rose.

No one here wishes to speak
with you.

Well, I know he's upstairs.
I can see his silhouette.

Perhaps we should let him decide
if he wants to see me or not.

How's that
for an answer?

♪

Claudia:
"I Felt a Funeral in my Brain."

She also wrote one called
"A Coffin Is a Small Domain."

I mean, come on.Emily Dickinson
is not a vampire.

How do you know?'Cause she's dead.

How do you know?

She got a grave.
She got a tombstone.

So do you.
[Chuckles]

[Horn honking]

♪

[Engine stops]

♪

25-horsepower Rolls-Royce
six-cylinder engine

and a front end
they call a "coffin nose."

Isn't that rich?

This one's yours.

Mine's back at home
in blue.

I'm back in town
permanently.

Were you gone?Across the river,
in Algiers.

Louis, I don't know
what possessed me that night.

Three years ago.

That night three years ago,
he means.

I was someone
I don't want to be anymore.

I've changed.

Let me prove it
to you.

I'm nothing
without you.

I'm nothing
without both of you.

♪

If you want me to go away,
just say so.

I'll obey you.

I'll leave your life
forever.

♪

This silence is cruel.

And you were never cruel,
Louis.

♪

[Keys jingling]

[Fingernails screeching]

For six years in all,

these raw and desperate
mea culpas came like the tide.

And for six years, they were
greeted with silence or fire.

We burned more gifts than bodies
in that decade,

but they would not
stop coming.

And Lestat's relentless
determination

began to crack
my considerable armor.

Perhaps it was the modesty
of the gesture.

♪

But in the spring of 1937,
one broke through.

He had written it himself
in the music of the hour.

His first composition
in 100 years.

Rashid, please play
the song in question

for Mr. Molloy
and the doctor.

I'm not here.

[Down-tempo music plays]Lestat: ♪ Come to me

He had engaged
a local record company.

And when the musicians they
hired proved unsatisfactory,

he played all the instruments
himself.

That's his voice?

Yeah.♪ Come to me

♪

[Music continues,
woman singing]

He pressed only one album.

♪

Had the master recordings
destroyed.

You're listening to an inferior
rerecording now.

♪ Star-crossed lovers

The audacity of it all

was matched
only by its sincerity.

He had made
the near-perfect valentine,

with one flaw.

Pathetic.

One perfectly
premeditated flaw.

[Needle scrapes, music stops]

[Woman gasps, screams]

[Dog barking in distance]Six years of begging.

You think a song's
gonna get a rise out of me?!

Did you like it?

This her singing?

It's a clear voice.

I wanted no obstacle
to the lyric.

[Record breaking]

Write me a song and put
your lover's voice on it?

What the fuck is wrong
with your head?

Louis,
you're soaking wet.

I swim faster than I drive.

Put some clothes on
and get the fuck out.

This is my house.

Do I look like I care?

Lestat.

♪

Leave.

♪

You swam the Mississippi
to find me.

I hate you.

As you should.

♪

Alavida,Dr. Bhansali.

[Speaking
native language]

Pleasure never meeting you,
Mr. Molloy.

He said to no one.

Quick and clever,
despite two bags of fluid.

Legal dope makes me constipated,
but the wit flows like a river.

You took Lestat back.

The vampire bond.

There is no
human equivalent.

Lover, murderer, maker.

You took him back.

It's a bond that can never
fully be severed.

A bond like that
makes you believe

there are only two of you
on the planet.

Freedom and chastity
wrapped in one person.

♪

But there were three
of you.

♪

Yes.

Yes.

Rule number four.

Kill Antoinette.

Antoinette is
my own private --

Affair.

Said child, interfering in the
romantic lives of her parents.

She's coming up on 33.

It's a lick and a promise
in vampire years.

Maybe, but I'm not yourchild
anymore.

That's rule number five.

I'll be your companion,
your sister.

It's not as simple as choosing
a new family configuration.

"Now I'm your cousin."
"Now I'm your aunt."

I am your maker.

But not my uncle
or my daddy.

I'm your sister
or that's the door.

Rule number six --And know I'm doing this
for him.

I wouldn't want to
confuse you.

Rule number six --
no lies.

And that includes
lies of exaggeration

and of omission.

For instance, if you can fly,
tell us you can fly.

[Sighs]
Assez.

Grand proclamations
and portentous looks.

Do you think
I'm withholding?

Go on.
Ask your questions.

I'll answer them.

Did you have anything to do
with Paul's death?

No.

I would never hurt
your brother.

It's just something
I always --

Never, Louis.

[Fire crackling]

Who made you?

His name was Magnus.

He took me from my room
in Paris,

as I kicked and screamed.

He kept me for a week, locked
in a room full of corpses --

some freshly killed,
some bloated and black.

But they all looked like me --
my coloring, my physique.

♪

My own eyes staring back at me
from rotting faces.

♪

He fed on me every night.

And then he put me back
in the tower

with the look-alike corpses.

I thought for sure
I'd be one of them,

but instead
he turned me into this.

No grand history of vampiric
origins or physiology,

no rules, no counsel.

Just a sweeping hand
to a pile of money

and the sight of him
throwing himself into a fire.

And then I was alone.

I thought...

..."I can't drink hot blood.

I can't feed on others."

♪

I cried.

I called to God.

♪

I didn't want this.

♪

But I have a capacity
for enduring.

♪

It's why I don't particularly
like being abandoned.

♪

Kill Antoinette.

♪

Louis: Years accumulated
in the small city

were catching up to us.

♪

Our home was often vandalized.

[Man shouting in distance]

♪

Cowardly warnings suggesting
we were no longer welcome.

♪

"Please return to
the dark place you came from."

Woman:
Don't look, Eunice.

♪

It was an awkward time,

but I loved Claudia
with all my heart,

and I loved Lestat
with a wounded one.

The work would be convincing
the two

to find room again
for each other.

Concessions would be needed.

I would have to lead
by example.

I'd like to ask a question,
if that's amenable to you both.

You don't have to
ask permission.

Oh, of course I do.
This is the new paradigm.

The lambs herd
the Beauceron.

An apt metaphor.

I always took you for a dog,
Lestat.

Ask the question.

Is it still four legs for Louis
and two legs for Claudia?

I eat what I eat.
She eats what she eats.

We respect our differences.Mm.

Well, it's always made me
feel loathsome,

like I'm...looked down upon
for my body's needs.

Well, you don't
actually need it.

Mm.
See, there it is.

It's an air of superiority
when you say that.

I didn't say
you couldn't.

I'm just saying
you don't have to.

I agree.

I know you don't mean to,
but I feel the same,

I feel tolerated.

Why didn't you ever
say something?

Well, it's obvious.
She doesn't want to upset you.

I can speak
for myself.

Every night, we hunt.

And every night,
these feelings arise.

It breeds resentment.I don't want that.

Well, then, at the risk
of paralyzing this household

with more compromise,
may I propose another rule?

When we hunt,
we hunt human.

[Indistinct conversations]

We are vampire.
We should not --

Ba-a-a-ah!

Call me a dog.

But an honest dog.

♪ In the night

♪ For we're apart

Do you think you could try
a little harder

to get on with him?

Have you asked him
the same question?

He's trying.

Teaching you piano,
the chess board, isn't he?

He hasn't taught me
to fly.

It's -- It's not something
you could teach.

You're born with it
or you're not.

Another one of his lies.

[Door opens]

♪

Hello.

We were wondering
where you were.

It's his nature to lie.

Claudia.

Lestat.

♪

♪

I remember
you like souvenirs.

♪

Thank you.

We should really think about
repairing that mantel.

No.
Enjoy living in a ruin,
do you?

We leave the damage
so we never forget the damage.

♪

If you could just give him
an inch.

One sob story
about his birth,

and you're back to eating
from his hand.

Magnus could be a sous chef
in Switzerland for all we know.

I am all sincerity
and humility.

I cannot wear it
any longer.

She's just stubborn.

She is a wall.
The cliffs at Etretat.

[Hinges creaking]

Lestat the vulnerable
becomes Lestat the irritable

become Lestat
the controlling.
We're all
making compromises

You watch!
...to make this
right again.

I'm drinking the blood.
He ended it with the singer.

Mm-hmm.
What are you doing?

I'm enduring.

Do more.

♪

She's grown very protective
of me.

That's what this is.
It's why it's hard.

She came back altered
when she left us.

There's a darkness in her
that wasn't there before.

Give her a little time.

♪

[Chimes playing
down-tempo music]

In many ways,
they were more like each other

than they wanted to admit.

They both sought out weakness.

They reveled
in the exploitation of it,

and they romped with joy
as I played audience

to their joyless exchanges.

Tell us about your first love,
Nicky.

♪

Nicolas.

Louis said that you
called him Nicky.

That's the song
you wrote for him.

'Tis.

Do you write songs
for all your lovers?

I think this one might be better
than yours, Louis.

Does that mean you loved Nicky
more than you love Louis?

Ignore her, Louis.

She asks these naughty questions
to gain advantage in the game.

It won't work.

I ask these questions

because I'm trying to
understand you better, Lestat.

I played three games at once
in the Jardin du Luxembourg,

and one of my opponents
was Johannes Zukertort,

who, you know,
of course,

won the Paris championships
of '78 and who...

Of course.

...later that afternoon,
I dueled to a draw.Who doesn't know

who won the Paris Chess
championship of '78?

So please continue...My mama taught me that

before I started crawling....with your tedious
interrogations.

And I, once again...
put you in check.

Did Nicky kill himself
like your maker, Magnus?

[Music slowing,
off-key notes playing]

♪

Check.

Or did you kill him,
like you did Antoinette,

and how you tried to do
with Louis?Claudia.

Nicky passed on
after he and I parted ways.

It took me over a century
to try again.

[Fire crackling]

Mm.

Checkmate.

I'm sorry for your losses,
Lestat.

Oh, it's you who lost, Claudia,
for the many hundredth time.

I admire
your steadfast pursuit

of a game you clearly
have no acumen for.

My massa taught me
how to play,

but only enough
to occupy his time.

I think I'll hunt alone
tonight. Mm.

Massa's had so much loss
in his life.

Lord couldn't ask him
to bear any more.

I'll come with you.

Thank you.
No.

Poor massa and his pain.

It's an honor just to sleep
under massa's roof.

And I know she's talking
to you.

[Door opens, closes]

You're ugly
when you act like that.

Better ugly
than blind.

She's an affected,
self-absorbed,

nasty little creature
who's fooled herself

into thinking
she's smarter than she is,

and she is poisoning
Louis against me.

Antoinette: You don't need her,
and you don't need him.

They don't appreciate you
like I do.

I have given her so many gifts,
so many incalculable gifts.

And you're right.
It is both of them.

He broods.
She snipes.

♪

That's why I need you.

♪

You fortify me
against them.

You're like me.
You like to laugh.

You make me laugh
all the time.

Hm.

♪

We should go away,
Lestat.

New York, Chicago,
Los Angeles.

You want to be
a movie star?

Well, now that I'm dead,
I can be whoever I want.

I've been working on
a new name.

What do you think of...
Marie Lepere?

Don't be ridiculous.

There's no place for me
other than New Orleans.

[Exhales sharply]
New Orleans?

You got me stashed away here
at Ponchatoula.

How am I supposed to make
a career here?

[Grunts]

I seek refuge from complaints
when I visit you, dear.

I know that,
but promises were made.

And promises
will be kept.

I am withering here,
Lestat.

Who's gonna hire a singer
who don't sing, who's a cripple?

No.

That's what gloves
are for.

♪

I know.
I didn't mean to make you mad.

♪

I love you, Lestat.

Lestat:
I love you, too.

[Neon buzzing]

It wasn't shocking.

It was perfectly consistent
with his nature.

He'd been told to do something
and, brat that he was,

didn't like being told
what to do.

The effect, however,
was numbing.

I'm sorry, Louis.

It's all what it is.

He's the father of lies.

And if that's
the kind of desperate trash

he wants to love,
then let him have her.

He doesn't love her.

You heard him say it.

Spit in the sandwich
and serve it with a smile.

What?

It's only fun if you get to
watch them take a bite.

Hides her a town away.
Done by design.

He wanted us
to discover him.

But why?

Because he's all kinds
of fucked up.

'Cause he would've killed her
in a second

if he thought I'd take him
as he is.

And I probably will.

So you ain't gonna tell him
that you know about her?

What difference
would it make?

♪

Claudia: There's a train leaves
every night for New York.

We could hide out in Harlem
for a few, then hop on a boat.

Take us anywhere
we want to go.

Louis:
"Anywhere" sounds like nowhere.

♪

Prague. Bucharest.
Varna. Silistra.

Ploiesti.

Funny-sounding towns.

Ancient towns with more
like us living in them.

And they can't all be
like him...or him.

♪

We can get on that train,
Louis.

[Exhales deeply]
Louis.

♪

The numbness remained,

hardened somehow into
a dissociative shell,

a vessel of acceptance,
tortured rationalization.

This life,
it does a number on the head,

on the soul --
if we even have a soul.

We could say,
"That won't be us."

But every night,
I feel a little crazier.

And off
to Antoinette.

♪

I'll see you both
at dawn.

♪

I love you.

Give us a hundred more years
of this,

taking anything we want,

killing anything
in front of us,

no one says shit
about it.

I can see us
just like him.

I can see it,
Claudia.

Well, I can't.

Train's leavin' in an hour.
Get off that bench.

I can barely speak French
and English.

I'd just hold you back.

When he hurts you again,
and he will, come find me.

I'll be in --
Prague.

Bucharest.

Varna, Silistra.

Ploi-- Ploi-- um...

Ploiesti.

Pff.

I could never get that one
to tumble out right.

♪

Hey, sis.

♪

You don't need me.

You think you do,
but you don't.

You're smarter now.

You see trouble coming
a mile away.

♪

[Sobbing]

♪

♪

Louis: Dark woods
and bridged rivers.

♪

Then the lights
of the city depot.

♪

Birmingham.

Atlanta.

Greensboro.

Washington, D.C.

♪

She, of all things
on the Earth,

deserved a nice seat
and a wide window

to watch the countryside blur
before the glass.

♪

But it was 1939, and the only
Negro allowed in first class

was the porter,

and the Negro passenger
rode the rear.

The Negro vampire made do
with what was left,

which was fine with her.

This is the part of my story,
back in San Francisco,

where you said,
and I paraphrase,

"Give it to me.

Make me a vampire now."

In the eyes of a 20-year-old,
you were wasting the gift.

You're in your 20s, Rashid.
What do you think?

Well,
Mr. du Lac presides

in the most desired real estate
in the country.

I do not see the waste
Mr. Molloy sees.

Yeah, well, he lived in a dump
the last time we did this.

I'd give it to you now.

♪

A still hand, time to watch
your daughters marry.

And divorce.

And die.

♪

Save it
for the rent boy.

May I be excused,
Mr. du Lac?

Are you planning
on slapping me again, Daniel?

♪

No.

♪

I teased the sun that night
in Jackson Square.

Thought about the walking cane
and pile of ash

they'd find in the morning.

But Paul had forever ruined
Grace's wedding night,

and I would not do the same
to Claudia

on the anniversary
of her escape.

♪

If I was to join Dante's Wood
of the Self-Murdered,

it would be another night.

And so I endured my way home...

♪

...back to the crypt.

♪

Back to the undeserving Lestat.

[ Man speaking indistinctly
on TV]

[Door opens, closes]Louis: Lestat, I'm home.

Louis, come.

Listen here.

What is it?

Germany's invaded Poland.

Tanks rolling through
the countryside.

Horrors unleashed.

Since when do you care
about humanity?

Well, I don't.

But to think our sister,

impulsive tot
that she is,

was on her way
to holiday in Europe.

I'm so glad she decided
the better of it.

♪

We'll have to make it up
to her Stateside somehow.

♪

Won't we, Louis?

♪

[Train rumbling]

[Train whistle blows]

[Laughing]

Man:
Hey, what you doing here?!

[Screaming][Thudding]

[Squelching]

Lestat: [Brooklyn accent]
Tickets, please.

Tickets, please!

You are riding
the New York Limited.

Next stop --
Birmingham, Alabama.

♪

[Normal voice] Claudia.

♪

Claudia.

[Dog whining]Shh, shh, shh, shh.

♪

Claudia, you left
without saying goodbye.

Again.

I'm sure it was an oversight,
but still.

You'd think your creator
had earned the courtesy.

You didn't want me.

You made me for Louis.

And he needs you now
more than ever.

He's in a terrible state.

He said I could go.

He picked you over me.

Louis couldn't pick an apple
off a tree in his current state.

[Dog whining]

♪

He'd grip it, tug at it,

and, weak as he is,
the stem would hold.

Let me go, Lestat.

In Louis' hour of need?

I'm afraid
I can't allow that.

He's very fragile right now,

worse than the last time
you abandoned him,

when you filled your head
with knowledge

and hitched a ride
on a motorbike.

[Crying]

Well, you wouldn't
talk of it.

Louis insisted I not ask.

I love our family, but the rules
are "no secrets."

Fortunate for our family,
when I put my mind to it,

I can hear the thoughts
of other vampires

at a very great distance.

Bastard.

He thinks of you often.

Bruce.

Fucking bastard.

I couldn't agree more.

What he did to you
was in very poor taste.

♪

Could you imagine if something
like that happened to you again?

Louis would never
forgive himself.

[Door closes]Back in your cage,
sweetheart.

[Sobbing]

♪

We endure each other
for Louis' happiness.

♪

So come home
and make him happy.

♪

Because if you try
this again, Claudia,

I won't snap your leg,
defile your pocket,

and zoom off
on a motorbike.

I'll turn your bones
to dust.

[Sobbing]

♪

President Roosevelt:
I had hoped against hope

that some miracle
would prevent

a devastating war in Europe

and bring to an end the
invasion of Poland by Germany.

The Dutch Defense.
Naturally.

Claudia:
I've been having a thought
the last few days, Louis.

Louis: Yeah?
What's that?

Claudia: I think
he killed Magnus.

I think the vampire
made him a slave.

And he would be a slave
no more than I would,

and so
he killed him --

killed him before he knew
all the things

he couldn't know.

And now he's gone
and made us slaves to him.

Stonewalling again.

You've become
quite predictable,

my sister,
disappointment.

Louis: We're not slaves.
Maybe mindless accomplices.

Claudia: No, we're his slaves,
and I will free us both.

Louis: Claudia.

Claudia: We have no more use
for him.

And he causes us misery
with no horizon.

[Sighs]
What are you gonna do?

Pout and mimic me
until I grow empathetic?

Is that
your strategy tonight?

President Roosevelt:
...the teachings of religion,

the continuation of efforts
to restore peace...

[Chuckles]

One bishop
can be captured,

but...I see the trap.

Louis: I don't like what
you're feeling right now.

You cannot kill --

Claudia:
I love you, Louis.

I don't say it often enough
anymore.

Louis: If you love me,
then listen to me.

I beg you.

Claudia: If you're going to
beat Lestat,

you have to become Lestat.

You have to think
like he does

and then five moves
ahead of that.

Bishop to G1.

Louis:
But he's not mortal.

Queen to H2.

No illness can touch him.

You threaten a life
which will endure

till the end of the world.

You will bring your queen,

but the bishop
cannot be ignored.

The rook, the queen...

Claudia:
I am done endurin'.

I'm not moving my rook.

♪

Knight takes the bishop.

♪

I'm going to kill him.

♪

Check.

Louis: He'll destroy you
if you try it.

Claudia: No, Louis.

Rook protects the king,

and your queen
has been neutralized.

It's a very spirited effort.

I can kill him.

♪

Another baffling
pawn sacrifice.

♪

Check.

♪

And I want to tell you
something else now.

♪

A secret of all secrets
between you and me.

♪

Now you're giving up
bishops and knights for pawns.

♪

♪

Wait.

No, that can't be.

The secret is, Louis...

Queen on one side,

rook on the other.

...you want to kill him too,

and you will enjoy doing it.

♪

You have won.

I'm tired.

We'll finish the game.

I think
I'm gonna go to bed.

♪

Move your pawn.
Finish the game.

Good night, Lestat.Finish the game!

Good night, Louis.

[Gasps]

Louis: She was right.

Spoiled, selfish, thankless.

It was inevitable.

Heedless, disagreeable,
obnoxious, repellent,

unkind, spoiled to the core!

[Shouting in French]

President Roosevelt: ...every
ship that sails the sea,

every battle that is fought

does affect
the American future.

We were
going to kill Lestat.

We were
going to kill Lestat.

Rashid, are you awake?

Rashid: I can be.

I think the medication
has overwhelmed our boy.

[ Speaks Latin]

I would gladly wake him.

No, we can pick it up
again tomorrow.

But fetch a cover,
would you?

Let him be warm
with his dreaming.

["Baby Strange"plays]

♪

♪ I see you walking

♪ I see you talking
with all of my friends ♪

♪

[Indistinct talking]

♪

♪

♪

What's in the bag?

♪

Hello.

Hi.

♪

Work.
My work's in the bag.

Is it a gun?

Are you an assassin?

Am I the man
you came to kill?

I did a terrible thing once.
It wouldn't surprise me.

I'm a writer.

A journalist mostly, so...

Do you have money tonight,
Danny?

Get the boy
whatever he want.

I'll have
a grasshopper.

Tom Collins.

♪

Louis de Pointe du Lac.
That's an interesting name.

Louis of
Pointe du Lac Plantation.

My great-great-grandfather
owned one.

All that remains
is a name.

Ah, that's the accent.

I have an accent?

You have a slight sharpness
of the consonants,

that's all.

An observant journalist.

Yeah.
I do interviews mostly.

I have a series
at the Berkeley Barb.

Hey, you know,
I could interview you.

Well, I'm no one
of importance.

Well,
that's my speciality.

You see, I look for people
in the cracks, you feel me?

I do feel you.

You know, it's about the people,
you know,

who make the city,
right?

You know, not a cop
or a politician.

Any asshole
can do that.

Look.

You see, I get 'em on tape,
and then I write 'em up.

You didn't come here
for that.

♪

I know you're struggling,
Danny.

It's Daniel.

I have
what you're looking for.

High quality.

Befitting a man
of my tastes.

I have a room over on
Divisadero, not too far a walk.

Are you a narc?

I'm a vampire.

♪

I want to interview you.

Sounds fun.

I mean, if something happens,
you know, I'm cool,

but, yeah,

I really
want to interview you.

Course.

We'll take it as it comes.

That okay with you?
Would you like to join us?

♪

No.

You go ahead.
Have your fun.

♪

♪ Aah

[Breathing heavily]

♪

♪ Come to me

♪ And let my everloving arms

♪ Surround you

♪ Come to me

♪ And let my infinite embrace

♪ Confound you

♪ And mourn each other
like star-crossed lovers ♪

[Singing in French]

♪ Oh, come to me

♪ Come to me

♪

Louis: I wanted him dead.

I wanted him all to myself.

I wasn't thinking clearly.

We have to leave this place.

For a king.

Would you like the secret
of immortality?

Where do you meet the Devil

and what are the terms
of the agreement?

[Hisses]

A last dance
before the feast.

♪

♪

You think
I'm withholding?

Go on,
ask your questions.

Who made you?

Man: Episode 6, "Like Angels Put
in Hell by God" --

When you take 'em back, you know
you shouldn't do it,

and you do it anyway.

His name was Magnus.

He took me from my room
in Paris...

as I kicked and screamed.

You know, whatever your feelings
about Lestat are,

here we get to finally hear what
Lestat's pain is all about.

And it is a fairly traumatic
entrance into the world.

For a guy who had been
withholding for a long time,

he resents having to do it,
but does it anyway

because his love and his
intensity for Louis,

he knows that's what he needs,

it's the offering that
he needs to give.

He kept me for a week,

locked in a room
full of corpses.

Some freshly killed,

some bloated and black.

But they all looked like me.

Lestat has had to go through
life figuring it out blindly.

Just a sweeping hand
to a pile of money

and the sight of him throwing
himself into a fire.

I cried.
I called to God.

I didn't want this.

But I have a capacity
for enduring.

One reaction to that,
which is Louis accepts it,

and there's Claudia,
who is still...

"Yeah... Yeah, and what?

You've had 200 years to get over
your shit."

Do you think you could
try a little harder

to get on with him?

Have you asked him
the same question?

Trying to bring the family
together,

and the family doesn't want it.

If you could just
give him an inch.

[Scoffs] One sob story
about his birth,

and you're back to
eating from his hand.

She's just stubborn.

She is a wall.

And it's very clear that

the family is not
functioning well,

that there is something very,
very screwed up

about the dynamics here.

It's not fun, it's not pleasant,
but you endure the years

because you cannot have
relations with humanity.

We are only stuck with
ourselves.

Claudia: I've been having
a thought

the last few days, Louis.

Louis: Yeah? What's that?

Claudia: I am done enduring.

The chess scene is quite
interesting, it's based off

a very famous, uh, chess game
called the Polish Immortal.

Basically, it's a series of
moves by one opponent

that sort of lures in a person

who wants everything in
the world,

wants to take everything,
and she can see

this is the way into Lestat.

Stonewalling again,
you've become quite predictable,

my sister, disappointment.

She is slowly suckering him in.

And she is wise enough to
kind of look at the landscape

and go, "There's only one way to
do it, we have to kill him."

Claudia: I can kill 'im.

Jones: She, through this chess
game, sees it's possible.

"We could do it,
we can out-think him

if we know his weaknesses."

You're giving up bishops
and knights for pawns.

♪

And she just needs Louis to be
on board for it.

Claudia: The secret is, Louis...

Queen on one side...

Claudia: ...you want to kill
him, too.

And you will enjoy
doing it.

You've won.

Louis: She was right,
we were going to kill Lestat.

♪