All language subtitles for Interview.With.The.Vampire.S01E03.1080p.AMZN.WEBRip.DDP5.1.X264-NTb

No, sir.

There's a column in here

about the history
of this lovely square.

It says that the man
who designed it

did so after the
Place de Vosges in Paris.

I can see that.

Used to be called
the Place d'Armes.

I prefer that.
Don't you?

Mm-hmm.

The Louisiana Purchase
was signed here.

Penny wise,
franc foolish.

Say anything about how they used
to take runaway slaves,

cut their heads off,

and pike 'em on the iron gates
as a warning?

I'm only half way through.
Let's see.

Do you ever think that we--
that's to say, our kind--

were put on Earth
for a larger purpose?

I put you on this earth.

Your purpose is
to enjoy yourself.

That can't be
all there is.

I know you don't
believe that.

Well, tell me
what I believe, Louis.

Excavate the hoarded
thoughts buried

beneath my damned soul.

We can eat
animals and be okay.

Rats, cats, cattle.

Is "okay" what you
desire, Louis?

Shall we walk the night

as the gods of easily
attainable dreams?

I desire blood as much
as you do.

But I wonder, should we be
more selective?

What, only eat red-heads?
The humanists?

- Define your terms.
- The worst of 'em.

And how would we go
about determining that?

We use our powers,
read their minds.

Hunting is pure instinct.

Reason is
a set of leg irons.

The ones you admire--
the poets, composers,

the thoughtful man
who designed this park

you love so much--

shouldn't we spare them
the randomness of our killing?

Every one of them
is capable of abomination,

even the ones
worthy of admiration.

Shakespeare, Brahms, this
naturalist that fogs your mind.

Got it off
your bookshelf.

Thrust them
into circumstance,

whisper to them their
Lord, God and Savior

is not listening,
and you will see

all kinds of depravity.

They came from apes.
We came from them.

We should be better
than they are.

You refer to them as "they"
to get on my better side.

Try something for me,
mon cher.

Say we come
upon a murderer

planting a flowerbed,
thinking only of flowers.

How long do we wait
before his bloody deeds

- reveal themselves?
- As long as it takes.

You haven't thought
this through, Louis.

You said you would try.

Just gotta hold it in.
Only another mile.

So inebriated, he's worried
he'll urinate all over himself.

He's just a drunk.

Man#2: $18 in the dresser.

She ain't never gon' miss it.

Stealing from his mother
for a new suit.

- Petty larceny.
- Starts with a suit.

Soon, he'll be
knocking over banks.

You gon' take
the serious or not?

Wait.

What's that I hear?
Ah, yes.

It's the angel of salvation
passing over us.

Man #3: All these stupid people.
Everybody's so stupid.

Him.

He steals from unfortunates,

breaks into tenements

and robs them
of their meager possessions.

And does that meet
your satisfaction?

Don't mind the shaking.
I've snapped his spine.

It's merely
his nerves spasming.

Well, go on.
Here's your criminal biscuit.

See how it tastes.

Eat before your reason
or his heart fails us.

♪ I've got some
good news, honey ♪

♪ An invitation
to the Darktown Ball ♪

♪ It's a very swell affair

♪ All the "high-browns"
will be there ♪

New singer.

She says she heard about the
Azalea all the way in Atlanta.

They talkin' about
this place in Atlanta.

You're angry.

I'm pondering.

Pondering what?

Your night
had nothing to do

with ridding
the world of criminals

or finding some morality
to buoy your existence.

You're ashamed
of what we are.

Maybe I'm just pondering
what I am.

For the infinitesimal time,
you're a vampire.

Could you not use the word
in my place of business?

Place of business.

A cover, an illusion to throw
off the scent of the dogs.

This illusion is frontin'
a dozen businesses

up and down Claiborne.[Chuckles] Yes, yes.

For every
20 people he kills,

he makes one small
businessman's dreams come true.

Louis de Pointe du Lac,
the Dark Prince of Iberville.

Antoinette Brown, and I will
be here all night long.

I don't wanna
kill people anymore.

There it is.

A fish that doesn't swim.

A bird refusing to fly.

You're going
to struggle.

I fear for the feline
population of New Orleans.

Mm.

Your pianist has
lost his passion.

- What?
- Mr. Morton, you have played

the same melody,
the very same way,

for two weeks now.

Your talent is immense,
but your mind is elsewhere.

Think you could
do better, Jack?

Well, I'm not being paid
a small fortune

on top of that tip jar
to perform.

My skills
are irrelevant.

People didn't come to hear you
jabber, Mr. Lioncourt.

Well, they didn't come here
to hear you play either.

Otherwise, you'd be
in a concert hall

and there'd be
fewer prostitutes.

Shut the hell up
and let him play.

This ain't your
kinda music.

You can pretend
you're a vegetarian.

I can pretend the fool.

There he goes.

- Be my guest.
- Thank you.

For our boys being shipped off
to Europe, know your enemy.

What's wrong
with that man?

Oh, hell no!

Oh, didn't that get
your dick wet, gents?

Rate your limits,
Mr. Morton.

What you hear is genius.

All I hear is a man who's
never gotten his dick wet.

Actually, the man had
20 children in his lifetime,

and you're sort of stuck on
that wet-dick zinger, Ferdinand.

It's like your left hand
on the piano,

little walking patterns,
isn't it?

He admitted later
there was nothing wrong

with Jelly Roll's playing,
only something he overheard

in an alleyway-- a steady gig
for the band in Chicago.

Jelly was going to leave me
high and dry in a few days,

and Lestat took umbrage.

If I'm not mistaken,
he improved the melody

for what would later become
the "Wolverine Blues".

Wai-- wait.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on there.

You're saying Lestat wrote
the "Wolverine Blues"?

I can't be definitive.

So much of that year
was a blur.

And you can imagine
what time's inevitable hammer

does to the minute details.

This?

Yes, that's it.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, you know,
I-I gotta say,

it's not so much
the minute details, Louis,

rather the total rewrite
that's giving me pause here.

I mean, 1973.

He was a sow's ear,

out of which nothing fine
could be made.

I was his complete superior,

and I had been sadly cheated
in having him for a teacher.

2022.

It was a cold winter that year,
and Lestat was my coal fire.

And I found myself,
for the very first time,

to anyone other than Paul,

confiding my struggles
to another man.

San Francisco.

He appeared frail
and stupid to me,

a man made of dried twigs
with a thin, carping voice.

Dubai.

I never allowed myself to feel
emotionally close to anyone,

much less a man.

Lestat had surrounded me.

The version we speak of now is
the more nuanced portrait.

Hmm.
Or the more rehearsed.

Perhaps I was mistaken
about the "Wolverine Blues".

Fuck the
"Wolverine Blues".

Ken Burns can choke
on the footnotes.

It's the abused-abuser

psychological relationship
I'm talking about.

I do not consider
myself abused.

I mean, usually when you're
a little too close to it,

the abused still loves
the abuser,

but you flipped it
completely on its head.

I'm not a victim.

50 years later,
you talk like

he was your soul mate,
li-- like--

like you were locked in
some fucked up gothic romance.

Why?

"I am in my Buick,
staring in the rearview mirror

at my daughter in the car seat,
an hour after I gave Derek,

a guy I don't know,
the last 30 bucks I had.

My editor reminds me,

it's seven years before
car seats are mandatory.

My ex-wife reminds me,
I never owned a Buick.

This is the odyssey
of recollection."

The tapes are an admitted performance.

This is the premise
of our interview.

Half a century later,
allow me my odyssey.

Now who's performing?

You were the prince
of your district.

Lestat chased
an American icon

outta town because
he loved you.

1917 doesn't sound like
it was such a bad year.

Rigged to burn, Daniel.

A silent bridge for
your voice to float along.

You talk like you play,
Mr. Lioncourt.

Lestat filled in
for Jelly the next night.

He and Miss Brown
dazzled the waiting johns

and invited their admirers
back to the Rue Royale.

So, the last one to leave
never left?

No.

He would do his killing
away from me now,

out of respect, he said,
for the choice I had made.

'Round the back.

The frolicking
repeated itself

every night for two weeks.

They would add another song
to their set

and work on another at night,

while I tried to adapt
to my new diet.

I barely had the energy
to hold up a book.

My libido was not
what it had been.

Hey!

I understood
the indulgence.

I let it happen.

Mr. Louis, you have
to convince Lestat

to keep playin'.

Got a better chance makin'
the Mississippi run north.

We had a good run,
but I did it for Louis.

I do everything
for Louis.

Yeah, I heard
that about you two.

Oh? Well, what
have you heard?

I'm not a gossip.

But I am.

Well, people at the Azalea,
they say...

You're confusing me.

Oh, come now.

I don't bite.

What do the employees
of the Azalea say

about Louis and Lestat?

I'll answer
with a question.

Mm-hmm.

Are there two beds
upstairs or one?

Do you want to find out?

No one goes upstairs,
Miss Brown.

Well, there's my answer.

Still, what do you imagine
confines us to a single note?

Why not a chord?
Why not a cluster?

Oh, see, I'm the same.

I like all sorts.

I like soft hands.

I like
burnished complexions.

I like men called Daddy.

Oh, your blouse is
soaked in champagne.

Bad Daddy.

I was beginning to wonder
about your manners.

I'm hungry.

Think I'm gon'
get something to eat.

Is the animal market
still open?

Enjoy yourselves.
It's the purpose of livin'.

He gets that way
when he's hungry.

She burn quick?

See for yourself.

A dentist
from Tallahassee.

There's a dentistry
convention in town.

Sinister talk of molars and
bicuspids around every corner.

So, you didn't kill her.

No.

She has talents.

Aren't I enough?

D-Don't--

Don't laugh.

Louis.

Don't laugh. Louis.

Louis.

You have some squirrel
on your--

No, don't.

We'll be together 10,000,
nights, 100,000.

What we're doing is hard.

Anything that wards
off the dungs

of the everlasting
road we walk,

the pleasures
of the flesh,

the pleasures of
the kill, for me.

Pleasures of the Good Book
by the fire for you.

I can smell her on you.

From time to time,
I like a little variety.

There. I said it.

We're communicating
so much better now, no?

So, I can fuck
whoever I want?

Of course.

As long as you
come home to me.

Of course.

While the domestic front
simmered on diet

and sanctioned infidelity,

the Western Front started
receiving American troops.

New Orleans was the last
stop before France

for many young men.

And City Ordinance 4118

tried to ensure Uncle Sam's
money went into the right hands.

Ordinance 4118.

I could Google it,
or you could--

A hastily composed
attempt by the city

to segregate Storyville.

It required that all prostitutes

of colored or Black race

move their business
across Canal Street.

This was the heart
of my business,

what the Azalea was known for.

The very men who signed
the ordinance into law

were some of my best clients.

It was an absurdity,
an affront to a Creole man

who had outpaced
his fair-skinned competitors.

How'd you
manage it?

I gave five percent
of the business to my girls,

made 'em all owners.

How's that help you?

Lawyer said if they were owners,
we can file a writ,

saying 4118 was a...

How you put it, Bricks?

Deprives us the use
of our property

without due process of law,
denying us equal protection

under the Constitution
of these United States.

Sounds like some kind of
Russian Bolshevik scheme.

You diddled
the man's money,

and he bought himself
an end-around.

It's pure capitalism,
Mr. Fenwick.

Thank you, Tom.

Unorthodox business mind
under that hat, Louis.

No security guard on the door,
lets a woman count his coin.

No offense, Miss Williams.

Been called
a cunny, a cow,

and a bitch
that ate a thousand dicks.

You wanna apologize
for callin' me a woman?

Whoo, leave your wife.

I'll make you
a happy man, Mr. Anderson.

Bricks don't take
wooden nickels,

and I'm the only security
this place needs.

Christ on a cracker.

We're writing
another ordinance.

You know that, don't you?

The council is not
your problem, Louis.

It's Woodrow Wilson, this war
he's backed us all into.

You think you're
printin' money here?

Them hay pennies compared

to what the build up's
brought the city here.

Just ask Mr. Anderson here.

Not as colorful as
club ownership,

but you'd be amazed
at the high pile

made supplying
the military camps

with cigarettes, chocolates,
and prophylactics.

Well, I'm doing my part
to see them jimmy hats get used.

Son, I can tell you, the Navy
doesn't see it that way.

You got 400 men
over in charity

gettin' treatment
for the clap.

I got pristine pussies
walkin' my floor.

Now I'm offended.

Washington's making us
choose, Louis.

It's either win the war
or fuck the whore.

Well, just, Council's just
stallin' for time, chasin' race.

Don't feel like a stall.

Feel a little
beside the point.

Feel like
a boot on my neck.

He's one man on a council
of 17, Louis.

Well, maybe he's
still sideways

'cause I turned down
his 15%.

Yeah, I'll admit,
I prefer the days

you let us win on occasion,
days of deference.

What is it?

There's a gentleman
asking for you, Mr. du Lac.

A man in uniform.

What I say,
Mr. Anderson?

The war's come a-knockin'.

Cash me out.

Good Lord.

Jonah?

Louis de Pointe du Lac.

Jonah Macon.

How long's it been?

A day and forever.

Told Grace you wouldn't
remember me.

'Course I remem--
You're enlisted?

Ain't you good at noticing
what's plain?

You seen Grace?

Saw her this mornin',
getting the yard ready

for a birthday party.

Oh, yeah, right. Twins.

She got twin girls.

Could barely keep her
head straight,

all those kids runnin' round,
tuggin' at her dress.

So, you a big-shot
businessman now.

Heard about Paul.

Yeah.

Paul.

Where you been, Jonah?

Philadelphia for a spell,
hotel work.

Then, a gunpowder mill
in Delaware.

Fella working next to me
blew off three fingers.

- I saw enough.
- Hell.

Thought this might be a way
to rise through the ranks,

and-- and all that.

Look like you already rose up,
and by a fair amount.

I done all right.

Done all right?
You own all this.

Sign me up for
"done all right".

You ever think
about those old days

when we were kids?

How long you here for?

Couple of nights.
In the boat over the ocean.

Me and a couple thousand
other fellas wearin'

this same costume.

You think this is nice?

Wait till you see
my pretty automobile.

Louis de Pointe du Lac.

Nothin' much changed
here, I see.

Crickets and katydids.

You gon' ruin those
sharp shoes in this mud.

I got another
pair back at home.

I'll bet you do.

Easy livin' Louis.

There's nothing easy about
my life, I'll tell you that.

Well, you've
been blessed.

Ain't aged a day
since I seen you last.

That's the moonlight
lyin' is all.

You worried about
goin' over there?

Some nights.

I mean,
my squad's all colored,

so we mostly gon' be
in the rear,

supply lines and shit.

Better than gettin' shot at
for a country

makes you use
the side entrance.

And most of why I signed up
is I kept hearing

something about
something they call

"European sensibilities".

They care less what you look
like or who you're lookin' at.

Yeah, I got someone.

I figured as much.
No ring on your finger?

Not a woman.

Well, what's he like?

He's... a lot.

It's not perfect.

Mm-hmm.

But we kind of
have this agreement.

One of those "you can drive
out to the bayou"

kind of agreements?

Good fit, this,
uh, uniform.

Well,
it's the moonlight.

Hello.
Hello.

How was your night?

Fine. Yours?

Fine.

He found me, you know.

Went to my old house
on Esplanade.

Grace told him
where to find me.

An old love.

We had a few
early fumbles.

He was 16.
I was... older.

We both knew, even then,
we were a little different.

Hmm.

How's Antoinette?

Tedious.

No, I don't see
that happening again.

These affairs
always flame out.

Shall we have a night
out tomorrow?

I was gonna go see Grace and the
kids, keep up appearances.

How 'bout after?

Fine.

Lock us in, would you?

Many streets
in New Orleans

weren't paved at the time.

The mud on his boots could
have come from anywhere.

Was it raining
that night?

Yeah, I got someone.

I figured as much.
No ring on your finger?

Not a woman.

Did it rain?

Yeah, I got someone.

I figured as much.
No ring on your finger?

Not a woman.

I don't remember now.

It could have been dry on the
bayou and wet in the Quarter.

It's Louisiana.

The odyssey
of recollection.

Hmm.

I would meet Jonah
decades later.

You're lingering, Rashid.

Apologies,
Mr. du Lac.

What did he say
when he met you again,

when you were young
and he wasn't?

What they all eventually say
in one articulation or another.

Here comes the ghost!

Hurry!
He's gonna get us!

The party was
this afternoon.

Seem my invitation
got lost in the mail.

You wanna come around,

you come around when
people are awake.

It's barely dinnertime, Ma.
I don't wanna make a fuss.

Six months
and you just show up!

You're not welcome
in this home!

I own this home.

I'm the executor in charge,
so welcome don't matter.

The Devil walks at night.

What?
What did you say?

What's goin' on
out here?

I got your girls
some paper dolls.

Go back inside, son.

Son?
I'm your son.

Let me handle this,
Mamaw du Lac.

Don't.

Comin' off
a little hot, now.

I ain't come here
to see you.

I didn't come
- here to see you.
- Louis.

Came here to see Grace... They're afraid of you.

...and give the girls
- some paper dolls!
- That's why you weren't invited.

Children,
go to your room, now.

What did I tell y'all?

There he is.

There he is.

Grace.

- Grace.
- Get out!

♪ First of all, at the call,
when the war began ♪

♪ Pat enlisted in the army
as a fighting man ♪

♪ When the drills began,
they'd walk 100 miles a day ♪

♪ Though the rest got tired,
Paddy always used to say ♪

♪ Where do we go
from here, boys? ♪

♪ Where do we go from here?

♪ Slip a pill to Kaiser Bill

What is this?♪ And make him shed a tear

♪ And when we see the enemy

♪ We'll shoot them
in the rear ♪

What are you thinking?

Well, I thought
we could have an orgy.

You can fuck them,
and I can eat them.

What about
the coffin room?

Well, that would require
curiosity and intelligence.

All these murderous slobs
want is more wine

and a German
on their bayonets!

- Kill the Hans!
- Kill the Hans!

I brought them back after
they cut the electricity

at the Azalea.
What?

Miss Bricktop wanted you
to have this.

I think she's on to us.

Get 'em out of here.

Well, now that I know
you have a type,

I thought you'd
be pleased.

Lestat!

♪ Oh, joy, oh, boy,
where do we go from here? ♪

Not funny.

What can I say?

I'm a lot.

I'm not perfect.

I knew it.
I knew you were there.

Yes.
You're jealous?

Yes.
I don't like sharing.

- What about Antoinette?
- It's different.

I don't have
feelings for her.

He did me some face,
and I drove him home.

I heard your
hearts dancing!

You watched the whole thing
like some creeper!

And then, I watched you pull
over and drain a dog

and run down an alleyway
for two more rats!

This is not a life!

That's 'cause you
took my life!

I got nothing!
I lost everything!

I lost my brother.
I lost my family.

'Bout to lose the last
fucking thing I care about.

How am I supposed to get
bodies in the door

without hookers,
hooch, or cards?

Hey, you were given a courtesy,
and you ignored it.

Finn O'Shea, a man who used
to work for me,

got a dirty house
across the street.

City ain't shut off
his lights.

Finn O'Shea serves
sandwiches at his bar.

That makes him
a supper club.

In time, Mr. O'Shea
will move his business

Riverside Basin Street,
along with everyone else.

Oh, so you just
startin' with

the colored
businesses, then?

It does appear businesses run
by white gentlemen are thriving.

Look, I-I tried
to persuade the city council.

They said it was
short-sighted at best.

Mm, this tedious Negro,

still clinging to his Creole
heritage like a life raft.

We're all hurtin'.

It's these damn
teetotalin' types, too.

As if we're supposed to turn
New Orleans into Topeka,

or God help us,
Salt Lake City.

Might I suggest,
Mr. du Lac, that you move your

operation to the Quarter?

Just keep your girls
out the windows.

Who do you suggest gon' sell me
a property in the Quarter?

Make Mr. Lioncourt here
the public face

of your operations.

This is Louis' hobby,
not mine.

Well, there's, shall we say,
a clannish majority

amongst the property holders
in the court.

Well, maybe old Tom here
had it right.

Maybe in the end, Louis,
you're a dumb pimp

who got robbed blind years ago.

It's bend or break,
I'm afraid.

Did you sell me the Azalea
'cause you knew

this day was comin', Tom?

You put a "sir"
on the end of that.

And he sold you the Fairplay
for a price you set.

You ain't answer
my question, Tom.

Now, we're all in
this together, Mr. du Lac.

I'll be happy to buy
the property back from you.

Say...

15 cents
on the dollar.

When your mother sees the Devil
in your eyes,

it's a hard assessment
to abandon.

Am I from the Devil?

Is my very nature
that of the Devil?

I had hedged against
the question,

but now, it completely
overwhelmed me.

We don't need the money.

It's not about that.

You think I'm gon' let that
snake bite me and my people?

You have your investments on
the Claiborne Avenue.

What, hats,
little grocery stores?

Nickels,
dimes, quarters.

So, it is about
the money.

What is it?

I'm gon' speak for the girls and
say, as minority owners,

that's a stupid
fucking business plan.

The state I was in,
I was what-- I was manic.

You put up a sign like that,
you're inviting chaos.

And the hubris on display
caused me to

neglect my thirst.

This cease
and desist order is granted

by the New Orleans
Council of Aldermen

for the final infractions...

And in neglect,
my thirst grew harder,

my temples throbbed,
and finally,

I could not stand it
any longer.

Broken?
What broken windows?

And I was through struggling.

Illicit activity
and thuggish behavior

will not be tolerated.

We have families
and service members nearby,

and it's for their concern,
we remind...

Rats, cats, dogs
would no longer suffice.

...and Baton Rouge supports
the actions

of the City Council, as well.

Take a Black man in
America, make him a vampire,

fuck with that vampire,
and see what comes of it.

Breakin' into my home
is one thing.

Making me drop my Atherton,
now that's a new low.

You're here to
threaten me, I suppose.

You think I have
a vendetta against you,

against your race.

Well, think that
if you must.

Storyville is
a sinking ship,

and naturally,
you are the first to drown.

But that's your problem,
Louis, always has been.

You're arrogant.

You haven't accepted
your place in this world.

And your pale lover,

with his seemingly
endless supply of capital,

and the weird goings-on
in your Sodomite townhouse

won't change the fact
that you're a tiny man

flying too close
to the sun.

And that's what I am,
Louis-- the sun.

Walk away.

Why is your heart
beatin' so fast?

Everything that's been
done is legal

under the City of
New Orleans charter.

And again, I'm merely one
alderman on that council.

There's a harder way
of doing this.

You're thinking about your wife
and your two daughters

and how fortunate it is

that they're away
in your winter home.

It is fortunate.

I'll let you reload.

You said I'm arrogant?

Maybe I am arrogant!

What-- What are you?

I'm a vampire.

I must confess,
I'm very proud of you, Louis.

It goes against much
of my teaching,

but you managed to
execute it with such aplomb.

I didn't do it for me.

I did it for my city,
my people.

Destroy our businesses
and buy the land for cheaper.

I know what they doing!

So, that torturous death
was for your people?

That garish display
of his body,

like some public art piece,
was for your people?

I didn't
see this coming.

Save that lie
for yourself.

Did you not smile
when he begged?

Did you not feel pleasure
as you carved him up?

Maybe you saw it comin'
and didn't stop me.

Maybe you went quiet
on purpose.

You did what you did
because it gave you pleasure.

Companion of the dark
gift, finally.

We should make this
our anniversary.

Anniversary?

That out there,
that's on me.

Well, yes. Yes, you merely
provided them the excuse.

It's as I say--
toss them into circumstance,

they go for the throat.

And that's why you and me
ain't never gon' work.

That's why you're always
gonna be alone.

I ran from the Quarter
that night,

ran to where the violence
spread most wild.

I stumbled through the streets
like an irrational child

who had tested his strength
on the small bird

and now asked,
"Can I make it whole again?"

Can I help you?
Please let me help.

Don't help, just run.

Their faces raced past me
like snow in a terrible wind,

unaware it was I who had
brought this retribution.

It was I who should pay
for this sin.

And then...

Help me!

...one of those
inconceivable moments

where who you were before

and who you would be forever
after is marked in time.

Help!

A rooming house,
now a fire trap.

I could not save the Azalea.

I could not save Storyville.

I could not save the aunt
on the wrong side of the wall,

but I could save her.

My light.

My Claudia.

My redemption.