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Louis and Claudia,
the Théâtre des Vampires.

Daniel: What about the others
out there?

Louis: Giddy to increase
their numbers.

The great conversion.

Man: What you're about to see

is for you, an outrage.

You were amazing.

Who's your maker?
His name was Brent.

We don't talk about him much.

Who's that handsome man
on the wall up there?

Armand: Our co-founder,
Lestat de Lioncourt.

Daniel: That means you knew
Lestat before he did.

Yes, Armand knew Lestat.

You both fucked Lestat.

Louis: What if they find out
we killed him?

I want to go back.
It's not safe there.

I do believe I felt
some trepidation

when the name Lestat presented.

Daniel: Who?
Armand: We could simply return to the interview.

If you're willing to ask
your questions and then listen,

which is your job.

What happened next?

Here we go.

Oh...

Partial to the non-wriggling
items. I should've said that.

The perils of Omakase.

We cede power to the chef,
submit to his whims,

to his eye at the fish market.
A series of risks.

- Right.
- 'Under the Burning Sky.'

The one about Enron,
'Black Blood' was it?

You're Daniel Molloy.
I've read your books.

A reader. Well, prepare
yourself for disappointment.

I see they've separated you
from your laptop.

They?

Off your game
a touch yesterday.

Perhaps they believe
you've been humbled.

Clever on their own,
now there's two of them.

Of course,
there was always two of them.

You just came to that late.

Going to stop looking
at you now.

A little pale for Mossad.

Although that could be
very Mossad.

I wish. I'd be better funded.
No, no, no.

I work for another watchful
shop, the name of which

has not come up in your
conversations with them.

A stake in the story
I'm writing.

You have me bugged,
or you want me to think you do.

We were tracking
900 of them a month ago.

We're tracking 1,600 now.

The Great Conversion.

It's real. It's happening.

Well, then you have
a more immediate problem

than a book being researched.
Got a name?

You're not the first
to attempt this, Mr. Molloy.

I could give you the names
of four others who have

and they're all dead,
or undead.

The name is Raglan James.

Got a real name?

Files have been placed,
with proper encryption,

on your comically
vulnerable laptop.

Most are primary sources
that your infamous friends...

Anyone here a fan of
intelligence officers?

We got a live one.

Gochisousama, Taisho-san.

How was your
walkabout, Mr. Molloy?

Michelin fish in the desert.
I burned my entire per diem.

How many people in the world
know what you know, Rashid?

How many Rashids, Rashid?

I suspect just enough
to help them stay hidden.

No, that's how billionaire
vampires do it.

How does your average
Jo Mo vampire

keep people like you in
line? Unspoken threats?

The threat is always there.
He could kill us both now.

But he doesn't.
They are peaceful beings.

They drain and disappear us.

They have a biological
imperative

that is in conflict
with human morality.

But what is that morality
other than rules agreed upon?

Thank you, Rashid.

A romantic answer
to your question.

The average vampire has
minimal contact with humanity.

When exposed, they feed
or run or kill themselves.

And I'd say
we're multi-millionaires.

Not quite a billion.

It was wrong of Louis to enter
your memories yesterday.

You were invited here
as a guest.

- Cell phones.
- You were rude, but he crossed a line.

Artificial intelligence
crunching improbable data.

- I offer my apology...
- How do you hide from the cloud?

...on his behalf.

We should probably
wait for him.

Probably.

He'll awaken when
the sun sleeps.

Your cell phones make
you slaves to your fetishes

and data retrieval
is primarily about profits,

so I suspect no one at Amazon
is trying to sell us blenders.

You kill, nightly.

And sometimes you've watched
that kill on the local news.

You've never been
easier to distract.

You're at the height
of wilful ignorance.

We exploit it. This is, was...

Lestat's prophetic vision.

- Lestat de Lioncourt?
- Yes.

We were shadows
crouching behind stone

prior to his transformation.

I'm listening.

That's my job, right?

It was 1556 when
the Roman coven sent me

to lead the shambolic
Paris coven.

A face from the subcontinent,

French my fourth
and poorest language,

I had never led
anything in my life.

We called ourselves
the Children of Darkness.

We lived in squalor,
hunted in shame,

all in strict obedience
to medieval laws

put in place to protect us
from humanity.

And though I managed
to maintain

a discipline and humility
for 239 years as Satan's fool,

by the time Robespierre
was beheaded,

I was, by any measure,
failing.

- Our ways were finished.

We were embers
on a waning pyre.

Lestat was the wind
to scatter.

I really
gotta meet with this guy.

I felt his presence
before I saw him.

Sired by one of my deserters,
Magnus,

this was something new,

something I hadn't
felt before.

The fourth of
our Great Laws was writ:

"No vampire shall ever reveal
his true nature to a mortal

and let that mortal live."

And here he was,
prancing and preening

in front of 500 mortals
a night,

like some patronized,
tarted up dervish.

Lestat becoming a vampire
was a horror show.

That may be.

But he made a remarkable
recovery shortly thereafter.

How else could you explain
his hand feeding the audience?

How words came out
like canaries,

summer fruit
in the dead of winter.

They were all
in love with him.

He had that effect
on everyone.

- He...
- Was a natural?

Entirely un-natural.

Using the Dark Gift for what?
His vanity? It was heresy.

I had to bring him
under my control by any means.

His rejections
only inflamed me.

And the longer I allowed him
to exist outside the coven,

the more unsettled
my children became.

They watched in secret,
fascinated by his disregard

for the laws I told them
could never be broken.

He took a mortal lover.
More heresy.

I'd tolerated his
presence too long already.

I had to act or he'd destroy
what little I had left.

Lestat!

Lestat?

Nicky!

Uhh! Uhh!

Nicky!

Uhh!

You let it happen?

Yes.

You led him there,
so he could destroy it.

His words had been my thoughts
for half a century.

If it had come from me,
they wouldn't have believed it.

Hmm?

My children left.

They roamed
the streets of Paris,

wreaking havoc with mortals.

Some could not reconcile
the life I had made for them

with the life Lestat
had told them was possible.

They went mad, ended themselves.

The only thing
that kept me from the fire...

were the old rituals.

Lestat.

That's it? You're just
going to end it there?

They went at it
on the floor.

Armand taught Lestat
the Mind Gift.

And a week later,
Lestat was gone.

The question was how do
vampires hide from Google,

not how did Lestat
break his heart.

But because you were
a good listener, you got answers to both.

When he went to open
the theater the next night,

he was met by the lawyer,
Pierre Roget I.

Waiting for me with a trunk full
of cash and instructions

to cover the theater's
cost in perpetuity.

He abandoned Nicky. He abandoned
Armand. He abandoned the coven.

Lestat is, was, and will
always be, for Lestat.

Never say I love you
to a raging narcissist.

And I locked away those words
for another 150 years.

And then he arrived...

and shattered that lock.

This is what...
frightened me most about you.

He's in Copenhagen

working at a car factory.

He hates his maker,
takes the boat back to America.

He gets me on
an El train to Chicago.

I said outside of Chicago. He
said he didn't like big cities.

He gets me outside Chicago.

- A diner on the way to Gary.
- You find me in Springfield...

Selling chestnuts
outside the train station.

By the train station.

He kills himself in Cincinnati.

What the hell do we know
about Cincinnati?

What do they know
about Cincinnati?

- What's he look like?
- They won't ask that.

- They will.
- It's been weeks, it's enough.

I'm finally working backstage
tonight, I don't wanna be late.

You're the one said
he was our maker.

I need this cold for myself.

Black wavy hair...
smile crooks up to the left.

Buncha moles on
his crotch and thighs.

I don't need that.

Well, he didn't keep you
under floorboards for a week.

I don't know what it is
that you need.

I remember what I remember.

I pry to keep us safe.

You might be having
a good time now,

but there's danger
if they find out we lied.

Maybe not Cincinnati.
How about Shreveport?

Caddo Lake. My daddy took me
and Paul there to fish.

There's a drawbridge there.
He burned on the bridge.

Shreveport, Caddo Lake,
burned himself on the bridge.

Armand.

The door was ajar.

Uh... If you open up
the windows and the doors,

you get a little breeze.

Cavalier. But I'm sure
you're being careful.

A-huh.

Maitre, welcome to our lair.

- Shouldn't you be in the lobby?
- I got three minutes.

Did I give you consent
to look me in the eye, Puce?

- No, Maitre.
- My fault, I was keeping her.

Have I been late once, Maitre?

Have you been early once is the
question I'd be asking myself.

How's she doing?

She's taking
the abuse in stride.

- I've never seen her happier.
- Mmm.

The coven has
grand designs for her.

You're drawn to portraiture.

Hides the cracks in the walls.

Show me where you go at night.

Unconscious death
is the fate of all mortals.

Up.

Up.

Up.

We are conscious death,
Rolf Wangler.

And that
would make you a groom.

Do you know what it means
to be loved by death?

No pain.

This is my favorite part.

No pain.

No pain.

No pain.

How does he get 'em
to beg for it?

Eyes down, Puce, eyes down.

No pain.

No pain.

Did you fucking sneeze
at the end?

I tried to stifle it.

It's the bloody fucking
moment of quietus.

It's hay season.

It's not a farm, Estelle!

It still sounded terrifying,
Mr. Santiago. I got chills.

Of course you did
because I'm a...

Fucking professional!

- Puce!
- Coming, sir.

You know, Clau, this is
what's called the wet room.

A hateful place.
You never get over the smell

and I'm glad to Garryduff
it's your job now.

Keep the sacrifice in there
till ten minutes to the stage.

- Mm-hm.
- This is the body box.

And this is the rat box.
You put your freshie...

in the body box.

You close the lid.

You take the safety off
the funnel.

And, begosh and begorrah,
the rats do the dirty for ya.

Now on a Tuesday, this is the
body box and that's the rat box.

On Wednesdays, that's the body
box, this is the rat box.

Back and forth, back and forth.
Keep track.

These rats are smart.
They can go quiet.

You open up the wrong box,
they go running up the stairs

into the green room,
into the theater

and Maitre punishes
the entire coven,

which does not win you
friends and furain.

We had an incinerator at home.

- How'd that work?
- Throw 'em in. Watch 'em burn.

Hmm. Feels a bit German.

You can piddle a week before
you have to empty the bones.

This door leads to the sewers,
catacombs and various ossuaries

we've got hidden
around the underground.

- What are these?
- Burial vaults.

Coven members past. Mostly
heretics and law breakers.

- What are the laws?
- Not till the ceremony, Puce.

They found the heart!

Rats love hearts.

I walk a new part
of the city every night.

I try to get lost.

Somehow I always end up
back by the river.

The waters of the Seine,
contained and beautiful.

Mm-hm.

A vein winding through
the heart of Paris.

There's much talk
of your camera in the coven.

Is that right?

They say you're mad in love
with humanity.

Thieving their private moments
with light and shadow.

They pester Claudia about it.

They should ask me
if they're curious.

How could they when
you're so rarely present?

I saw enough theater back home
for several lifetimes.

- No offense.
- None taken.

Nothing worse than being
dragged around unwillingly

by a companion.
This was Bruce?

Yeah, Bruce.

- The opera-loving motorcyclist.
- Yeah.

You should talk with
Tuan Pham about cameras.

He's very learned.
Perhaps the two of you could...

I'm not doing the coven.

Trying to save you
a sales pitch.

You got Claudia,
she's happy, I'm happy.

But me...

- not much of a joiner.
- Mmm.

Yes, you have made that
clear enough.

So if that's why you're here.

It's not the whole reason
I'm here.

- No.
- No.

It's most definitely not
the whole reason he's here.

I like you.

I like you, isn't that obvious?

We really must work on
blocking your thoughts.

- Excuse me?
- Bruce.

- I sense him now in your mind.
- A-huh.

Maybe I'm guarding
my thoughts just fine.

Maybe I let you into my head
on purpose.

Oh, that's nice, mon cher.
Lovely.

Ha!

If we were the only
vampires in Paris...

For a second I felt
like we were.

The coven is envious
of your independence.

It's a problem.
You outside looking in.

Your problem, not mine.

You want me, I'm here.

But I'm here, here.

In the streets, cafés,

the salons, the bars,
ripping hot jazz.

The whole place feels
like it's born again.

Everyone's asking,
"What's next, what's next?"

Not, "Where were you?"
Or, "Be careful."

I had enough of that back home.

I'm out here finding myself.

Then what room is there
left for me,

if you have not found yourself?

Hmm!

Oh, there's room.

We were circling each other.

I was putting him in
a very difficult position.

I was supposed to
be luring him in,

but the opposite was happening.

I started spending
less time at the theater

and more nights strolling
the boulevards with Louis.

The conversation
was easy and flirtatious...

- And combative.
- And combative, yes,

but only in the most
stimulating ways.

Arguing as foreplay.

Some of my most profound
feelings

and thoughts were taking shape.

When my mind was touched
by Armand's,

I became deeply
excited and driven

to form new conclusions
about myself

and vampiric life
in the abstract.

- Something wrong, Daniel?
- Mmm...

Oh, no. It's... It's the, um,
the computer, uh...

Something you were saying
made me think of, um...

Think what?

Oh... It's...

It just flew out of
my head there. It's gone.

So where's Claudia
at this point?

How's she doing?
What... What's she doing

at this stage of things?

How do you do it?

How do you get them
to accept death?

They'll never hear you in the
front row with your head down.

First thing I do when
I creak open the lid

is have a chat with my
scene partner for the night.

Muck about in their heads,
find their shame.

In short, an actor prepares.

See you on stage, Claude.

Who's Francis Naughton?

The best Iago
to walk the York Royal.

That was you?

And what was your
shabby life in Chicago

before the vampire Bruce
bit down on your wee neck?

I was in Springfield...

selling little trinkets
at the train station.

- You were an orphan?
- You could say that.

And an orphan again.
We have that in common.

- I thought Maitre made you?
- And why would you say that?

Estelle told me
you were the youngest.

But you're also the strongest.
Figured you got the best blood.

No.

My maker lies
in the walls downstairs.

Maitre put him there.

Woodcutter, three minutes.

Thank you. Three.

- Sorry.
- Oh, don't be.

He deserved his death...

and his blood was exquisite.

I'm a good mimic and I can fly.

- And you kill with panache.
- Hmm.

And your dearly departed maker,

what gifts did he bequeath
the moppet vampiress?

He taught me how to lie well.

You'll make a fine actor, then.

It's Louis who's from
Chicago, yes?

Just outside it. Gary, Indiana.

Stick with it, Puce.
You're almost there.

I'm evil, evil as
any vampire who ever lived.

I've killed over and over
and I will do it again.

Why does that make you
as evil as any vampire?

Aren't there gradations to evil?

Is evil a great perilous gulf

one falls into
with the first sin?

I mean, kinda. It's not
as logical as you're saying,

but it's dark and it's empty,

and I can't see
the bottom of it.

But if evil is without gradation
and it does exist,

this state of evil then,

only one sin is needed.

That's your argument.

Evil is the product
of the ability of humans

to make abstract
what is concrete.

- Jean-Paul.
- Armand.

- This is my friend, Louis.
- Bonjour.

Now, will you two
kindly shut up,

so I can hear the music, hmm?

Your
argument assumes God exists.

I don't know
that God exists.

From what I saw in the war,
he doesn't.

Then surely, there are degrees
and variations to goodness?

The goodness of the child
which is innocence.

The goodness of the nun
who lives a life

of self-deprivation
and service.

The goodness of the saints,
the goodness of the midwives.

And how is this evil achieved?

How does one fall from grace?

* You little whore *

* You only want him
cos you're feeling blue *

* Come to me *

* He'll never run his fingers
through your hair *

* The way I do *
That's quite good, hmm.

* You'll fumble each other *

Louis?

* Impotent lovers... *

I don't... I don't know.

Maybe you're right.

There he is again.

* Come to me *

I'm sorry.

And we were having
such a nice conversation.

I was with Bruce for 30 years.

"Bruce"?

How long are we going to
play games, Louis?

- Lestat...
- Before you say it,

let me tell you
a little something

about 18th-century Armand.

- Lestat.
- Oh, dear.

- Finally.
- I'm tired of holding onto it.

Lestat was my companion
in America.

- And where is he now?
- Mm, still a bookbinder's wife?

- He knows.
- You know where he is.

I want you to say it.

I killed him and he
fucking had it coming.

- Well, that's debatable.
- I've known for months.

I've just waited
for you to say it.

And that means what?
You gotta kill me now?

What does that mean for Claudia?

- Did she help you kill him?
- Yes!

- No.
- You broke one of the Great Laws.

I don't know any Great Laws.
Lestat never told me shit.

- I told you I loved you.
- Go away!

- Calm down.
- And you said nothing.

Back to hell with you!

Louis...

Even now, I'm still
the only one you trust.

Kill me again.

Go on, kill me again!

Show me the only way
you know how to love.

Aah! Uhh! Aah!

He was a loner.
Had fickle moods,

switched between 'em real fast.

We can take a night off.

Uh, you're probably right.

Probably let it go after
we said he burned himself.

No, we should do this. We should
be real careful, like you said.

Louis?

Three of us were
a little gang for a while.

The open road, roaming America.

Killing at truck stops, motels.

Till one day he set himself on
fire. Shocked the shit outta us.

Did it with a lighter.

Held it up to a rag
hanging out his gas tank.

Thought we'd be on that road
for a long time.

His last words were...

"Had enough of your
gloomy faces."

Good.

Lestat could have said,

"Put your coffin on a boat.
Go to Paris.

There's a beautiful coven there,

I know cos
I fucking founded it."

But he said the vampires
out there are vicious.

I should tell you something.

And then I met the motherfucker,
and, yeah, Lestat was right.

It was better when
he broke my bones,

crammed me under
the floorboards.

I fought him, kicked him,

clawed him, bit him.

That was fine.

It was when he had me pinned,

and he'd tell me he loved me.

Before, during,

and after.

Before, during,

after.

That fucked me up.

One day he said, "Had enough
of your gloomy face."

Drove off on a motorbike.

Thought I might as well go home,
get Louis, head to Europe.

They're gonna let me join
the coven end of this week.

It'd be nice if you come.

I wouldn't miss it
for the world.

Excuse the interruption.

The lawyer for the buyer is
ready for the teleconference.

Uh, the lawyer?

It's about the Bacon triptych.

- Would you mind, Daniel?
- I'll take a piss.

A real cold cup of water there,
Rashid. I was really in it.

- Mr. Philips, yes?
- Hello.

This is the owner, Mr. Du Lac.

Mr. Philips.

Three Studies for Figures
at the Base of a Crucifixion,

witnesses to Christ's agony.

Mr. Bacon also referred to
these as the Three Furies,

punishers of human wrongdoing.

Is the buyer
questioning the authenticity?

The buyer wants it
for her husband.

She probably Googled what
questions she should ask.

The reverse on the right panel
is inscribed Petersfield,

which is near a cottage
Bacon worked at

during the gestating years
of the painting.

An X-ray of the Fury
on that panel would reveal

the face of a man, likely Eric
Hall, the owner of that cottage.

It's only had
three owners.

The research is basic
but on you.

We have to run.
Thank you.

I'll run it past my clients.

- Woodcutter!
- Who are you?

I am who you think I am,
woodcutter.

- Go away.
- The clock in your heart.

The gears have stopped meshing.

The vampires are real.
They're going to kill us all.

The vampires, they're real!

- They're going to kill us all!
- What is this?

He's disrupted the performance!

No, no, no, no.
Let him speak, Sam.

Look who's
graced us with his presence.

What an honor.

He's here
in support of the girl.

- Finish the performance.
- Gonna to kill you next.

Why don't you tell us
who you are?

- Did you read Le Monde today?
- I have not.

A mutilated body found
in a park three nights ago.

Crushed skull,
puncture wounds on neck,

chest and shoulder blade.

- Was that you?
- Of course not.

Because everyone
was in coffin by curfew.

Suppose we were to let you go?

And I don't see our girl here

at that particular park,
do you?

Speak plainly.

You've had
your time to recruit.

It's not happening.

He will be the ruin of us.
Do what must be done.

The coven
would like to know

what you intend
to do with him,

beyond comping him a fifth row
center aisle ticket?

And do you speak
for the coven?

After the ceremony.

After she's committed
herself to us.

Then I'll do what must
be done. Does that satisfy?

- Did in my maker for far less.
- Does that satisfy?

- It does, Maitre.

All respects.

No pain.

No pain.

No pain.

Puce! Puce! Puce!

Puce! Puce! Puce! Puce! Puce!

Your first night
over the footlights.

- How did it feel?
- Like home.

Come, I have something for you.

Sit.

What is it, Maitre?

It's a flea circus.

May it remind you of
your humble beginnings.

Would you have us?

Yes, Maitre.

Come.

The Five Laws.

Let youngest
read in the youngest.

The ceremony is for
members only.

Shall we have a walk?

The Five Laws.

Law one.

Each coven must have
its leader

and only he might order

the working of the Dark Trick
upon a mortal.

Will you abide?

I will.

Law two.

The Dark Gifts must never
be given to the crippled,

the maimed or to children...

- I'm gonna leave Paris.
- Where would you go?

I was thinking London.

If it's too large, maybe Dublin.

You left a body in the park.

More reason I should leave.

No vampire must commit
to writing

the history of the vampires.

You exposed us. Should I allow
the London coven such exposure?

No vampire shall ever reveal
his or her true nature

to a mortal and let
the mortal live.

You revealed yourself to
the law firm of Roget & Abert.

They do business with vampires.

No vampire may ever
destroy another vampire...

except that the coven master

has the power of life
and death over all his flock.

"I will not harm you."

Those were your
first words to me.

"My maker was a vampire
named Bruce.

Who's Lestat de Lioncourt?"
Your first words to the coven.

And it is his obligation to
finally seek the destruction

of all those who have
broken these five laws.

Where are we going?

We're going to get lost

and end up back by the river.

Like all our walks.

Will you abide by this
fifth and final law?

I will.

A flea no more.

Take my head off
if you're gonna do it.

I saw what fire does.

I don't want to go out that way.

Any other requests?

Look after Claudia.

She doesn't need
looking after.

She won't be here very long.

What?!

You made her at 14.

A most turbulent chemistry.

Her mind, as fierce as
it is now, will not endure.

It will break apart in time.

You don't know her.

I don't have to.

I've seen it all before.

I've seen too much, Louis.

Surprise!

You didn't think
we were going to

leave you in the wet room,
did you?

You're a star, Claudia.

A new play for you
and the ladies.

'My Baby Loves Windows.'

I play your governess.

And I play your mother.

And I play the little girl?

You'll be their little birdie
for the next 50 years.

What did he call it?

'The Savage Garden.'

Why is it, Louis,

those with the most power
are often the weakest?

Don't give up on her.

Tell her she's beautiful.
Tell her that every morning.

You walked me home.

Did I?

That's my building over there.

Did he break you, Louis?

Are you broken?

No.

But I carry him.

And I don't know if I...

if I can...

The pain, the...

You will.

I did.

You and him?

A century or so ago.

Yesterday.

What is time to a vampire?

You wanna come upstairs?

Are you inviting me in?

Depends. Are you gonna kill me?

Claudia:
I'm a fierce vampire trapped in the body of a little girl.

I'm reminded of it
every night of my existence.

There's something broken in me.

*

Who am I?
Am I my history I have endured?

What is vampire life
but poor decisions?

What about you and me?
Me and you?

I want you.
You sure about that?

*

Unconscious death
is the fate of all mortals.

Up.

Up.
Mark: "No Pain" is the name of episode three,

and it is ironic because
the whole episode is about pain.

No pain.

No pain.

Adam: We jump back in time
with Armand.

What we get is
Armand's back story,

which pulls a little bit
from the vampire, Lestat,

which is the next book.

So that's obviously exciting
for our literary fans.

Armand: Our ways were finished.

We were embers
on a waning pile.

Adam: It also gives us
an opportunity

to learn a little bit more
about the coven.

Gets us some Lestat in there.

And one of the best things
is that for a long time,

we get the Louis version
of Lestat,

and now we get
the Armand version of Lestat.

And how are they different?

And you watch Sam do that stuff,

and it's just exquisite.

Ah! Madame.

By this point,

we've learned
that who tells the story

is often more important than
how the story is being told.

How much of it is true?

How much of it is used to paint
Armand in a good light?

Lestat!

Scott: Tonight, we have
a little altercation

between two vampires
and a mortal.

Man: Action!

Assad:
So I'm gonna be hurling Lestat

up against that wall
just over there.

Levan, who's directing
this episode,

is detail oriented,

and he's a massive fan
of the books, as well,

so he understands where this
particular part of the story

fits narratively
in the next book.

Levan: What I felt was important
in this scene,

we have a time freeze element
that happens.

We're using people
who are good at standing frozen,

and we're using fishnets
to have dresses --

It's very analogue,
which I like.

It's pretty impressive
I think.

They've managed
to freeze some horses

in the background, so the horses
are being very well-behaved.

I get dragged on a rig,
which was really fun to do,

and it's difficult
to see all those

beautiful velvet wolf killer
coats get ripped up.

It's lots of stunts.
It's lots of French.

We've done a system,
we call it a slack line

and a nitrogen ratchet

to motivate our
stunt performer toward the wall.

We always take what's on paper

and try to make it
bigger and better.

As the scene progresses,

the anger and the emotion
increases

so the stunt becomes bigger
and bigger.

We go from a slide and a flick
to flying against the wall.

You're not the first
to attempt this.

I could give you the names
of four others who have.

And they're all dead,
or undead.

The Talamasca is very important

to the Anne Rice canon.

The files have been placed

with proper encryption on your
comically vulnerable laptop.

It's almost like "Men in Black".

This is an organization
that oversees all of the demons,

witches, vampires,

all of this unexplained
phenomena.

Anne Rice's imagination
seems to be limitless,

and she's able to create a world

and then add another world
onto it.

So the Talamasca world is --
it's just wonderful.

It's a wonderful foil
to the whole vampire world.

Mark: Louis, who we met
before he was a vampire,

he's almost like
an undercover agent

in a world
in which he can't be found out.

Armand: There is much talk
of your camera in the coffin.

They say you're mad
in love with humanity,

saving their private moments
with light and shadow.

So Louis is very tentative

and reluctant to join anybody.

Perhaps the two of you --
I'm not joining the coven.

I think the coven,
it's a rejection of them

and what a vampire should be
and shouldn't be,

while Louis is always teetering
on ideas of morality

and who he is and what's right
and what's wrong.

He can't commit in the way

that they've committed
to their set of rules,

and that just makes him
a target.

I'm out here finding myself.

Then what is there left
for me?

Oh, there's room.

Stick with it, Puss.

You're almost there.

Puss. Flea.

It's a horrible nickname,

but Claudia doesn't take
any of it in

because she realizes
what they're doing

in calling her that,
and it's flea,

meaning little,
like, bottom of the barrel.

They're gonna let me join
the coven end of this week.

It'd be nice if you come.

As an audience,
everybody roots for Claudia

because she demands
to be taken seriously.

Delainey:
Claudia is very intelligent,

so I wouldn't say
she completely changed herself.

I'd say she molded herself
to appease them.

But I think she's
always combating with being

a second choice for people.

So when she meets the coven
and all these vampires

are accepting her
into the coven,

she is fulfilled,

and she's found
what she's been looking for --

a group of people
that put her first.

Adam:
To finally be in the coven,

have an opportunity
to go on stage,

but to have to play a baby

just reinforces
all of the issues

that she has
about being taken seriously,

being respected.

Man: You'll be their little
birdy for the next 50 years.

Adam: Being able to make
proactive decisions

about her own life,

it's a void
that's created for her

that she can never have that.

Shall we have a walk?

Assad:
For all intents and purposes,

Armand is going to kill Louis.

I don't think it was preempted
that he might not,

because he feels
he has no choice.

His 200 years with the coven

is a lot more important
than this new person

who's coming to his life,
even though this person is...

magnetic and making him feel
all these amazing new emotions.

I will not harm you.
Jacob: Louis's in shock --

Those were your
first words to me.

...in that moment.

And so,
they share a bit of their past

and a bit of their trauma.

What is it, Louis?

I think the cogs are turning.

Those who are
the most powerful...

Their power dynamic.

...they're often the weakest.

Louis: You want to come
upstairs?

Assad: He doesn't have a way out
in the end, he chooses.

Are you inviting me in?

The choice in the end is...

Depends.
...to pursue love...

Are you gonna kill me?

...to pursue this feeling.