All language subtitles for Interview.with.the.Vampire.S02E06.480p.x264-RUBiK(1).eng

Louis:
Pieces of my life gone.

I knew who I was
without those pieces.

No vampire must commit
to writing

the history
of the vampires.

Santiago wants to be
coven leader.

Armand:
Others will follow him.

You should think
to leave.

I'm staying in Paris...
with you.

You sold me a dress.

I liked you.

Claudia: There's something
broken in me,

- like I want to go bang.
- Well, go bang.

I let you whine
and have your say.

Most in my position
will treat you

no better
than you treated your maker.

And the friend you made,
you will not see again.

The name is Raglan James.

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

I could give you
the names of four others,

and they're all dead
or undead.

Four Fred Steins
in the album!

You made me
look foolish.

Man: Louis!

Man: Is that our original
interview?

Daniel: Both our memories
cut out.

Same precise edit
on two brains.

[♪ gentle orchestral music]

[♪ music intensifies]

[♪ music fades]

[♪ "Nocturne No 2" by Chopin]

How did I get the tapes?

There was no postage on
the package with the tapes.

Rashid.

The bylaws of my co-op say
only the mailman

can have the key that
opens up all the mailboxes.

So, did you guys
get to my mailman?

Huh? I usually give him a
little something for Christmas,

but I mean... you know,
I mean, if he's in on it,

then... I'm thinking do I
still have that obligation?

Rashid?

I'm going to the bathroom.

I'm gonna make a run for it...

Rashid.

They're gonna turn
you into broth bags

cos you couldn't hold it.

- [Chef Taka] Irasshaimase.
- [Raglan] Ojamashimasu.

[coughs politely] Hello.

They sent a chaperone.
I'm sorry. Go away.

Rashid? He loves the hand soap
they use here.

I wouldn't worry
too much about Rashid.

[sighs] I've been dreaming
about the mackerel here.

[Armand]
The two Barcelo's would fit.

[Louis]
If we replaced the couch.

- I assumed we would.
- The couch, then the table,

then the Antieau Javelina,
then, then, then, then.

How about
the Ai Weiwei wallpaper

with the Hockney lemons?

Like we're
a Firmdale hotel lobby?

Okay, what do you think
we should do with the wall?

[Molloy] How big
is the Talamasca?

- Mmm!
- Who funds you guys?

Do you work with
nation states?

That's why you called me here?

You had pictures of me
in 1973.

Pictures of them. You were
a fly on the windshield.

- Can you protect me?
- Ah!

From being killed? No.

We're particularly poor
at keeping our assets alive.

- I'm not an asset.
- You messaged me, I showed up.

The mackerel
was better last time.

I want to get out alive.

You want a book.

I want... both.

You fear Armand.

You should fear the other one.

What about a selection of
Fred Stein's, tastefully framed?

They've been sitting
in my albums all this time,

seems a waste.

Or better not to have
so tangible a reminder

of Paris up on our walls?

An interview about Paris
is a more tangible reminder

of Paris than a few photographs.

Huh.

Leave it bare then.

Wait for revelation
to enter the room.

[Raglan] We can help you
find a publisher.

- [Molloy] I have a publisher.
- Your publisher will...

get a phone call
before you turn it in.

They will pay you handsomely
for your manuscript and bury it.

You won't even
see a galley proof.

It's all going to
come out soon enough

and there's
a number of us in the order

who think better it happens
with Daniel Molloy in paperback

than the bumbling
governments of the world.

- What's the ask?
- My superiors have a list,

a few hundred questions
they'd like you to weave

into your interview and I'm...

professionally charged
to press you to include them.

And apart from your charge?

I think it would be disastrous.

I think you've been masterful.

I think if I could
swap bodies with you,

I'd be running the order by now.

How's the soap, Agent Rashid?

We should be returning now.

Mr. Molloy would
like to stay alive, Rashid.

Then perhaps he should've
thrown the tapes away

when he found them
in his mailbox.

Oh, that's very kind of you.
Thank you.

I'm leaving you.
I wish to tell you that now.

[Santiago] I thought as much.

And I thought as well that you'd
make a flowery announcement.

[♪ gentle piano]

Tell me what a monster I am,
what a vulgar fiend.

I make no judgement of you.
I am not interested in you.

I am interested in my
own vampire nature now.

What do you think a vampire is?

[Sam] I don't pretend to know.

What is it?

[Armand]
A flaccid full-length play

based on nothing other than
the superficial observations

of the vampire Sam,
his meditation

on vampiric existence
and enduring.

Strange, I remember you
racing back from rehearsals

to tell me how ambitious
the conceit was.

Well, I was following
your advice, wasn't I?

I didn't want to bring the
work's anxieties into our home.

Or you're recalling
the events with bias

because of the machinations
surrounding it.

Lead with a velvet glove

instead of an iron gauntlet
was the advice.

Indulge the buffoon
were my words.

Feed Santiago
his own ego back to him...

and smother mutiny
with praise.

What does it mean to die...

when you can live until
the end of the world?

And what is
the end of the world...

except a phrase?

I have lived now
in two centuries,

seen the illusions of one
utterly shattered by the other,

been eternally young
and eternally ancient,

living moment to moment
in a way that made me

picture a silver clock
ticking in a void.

- Line?
- As a painted face.

Oh! A painted face, yes.

Let's stop there. Take
the passage again, Santiago.

And a foot forward downstage.

It's quite lovely, Sam.

Even more, what you're
doing with it, Santiago.

Thank you, Maitre.

[♪ gentle piano]

What does it mean to die

when you can live until
the end of the world?

[Armand] I thought
I was being clever,

nailing him to the stage.

And what is the end of
the world except a phrase?

[Armand] My eyes on him
till curfew every night.

I have lived now
in two centuries...

But the play had
no roles for women

and petulant members
of the coven were free
to roam the night.

[Pierre Roget] I walked by
the theater a fortnight ago.

- I saw it was that it was dark.
- Yes.

The theater is updating
its repertoire.

[Pierre] Isn't that exciting?

For those with roles
in the updated repertoire

obstreperously exciting.

It's why we sit across from
you this evening, Pierre Roget.

Monsieur Lioncourt,

the gentlemen whose wealth
has made our sacred art

possible for the last 150 years.

Maitre wishes to invite him
to attend the premiere.

Ah, a lovely mission.

Of course, the difficulty
is, uh... communications

with your esteemed patron
occur only one way.

[Santiago telepathically]
Ask him when was the last time
they were in communication.

May we ask, when the last time
you spoke with him?

Ah, hard to say.
Communications are irregular.

[Santiago] Has there been
a lapse in communication?

There hasn't been a lapse
in communication, has there?

On that point, I haven't been
authorized to divulge.

[Santiago] Get on with it!
The day, the hour, the minute

you last spoke with...

[Celeste and Santiago]
...Lestat de Lioncourt.

Telegram.

New Orleans, Louisiana,
early February, 1940.

[Santiago]
Merci, Monsieur Roget.

...illuminated by light.

In retrospect, the buffoon
was in the audience.

Like the light by which God...

made the world
before He made light.

[Armand]
Scribbling in the margins...

oblivious to the conspiracy
uniting around him.

Ticking, ticking, ticking.

The precision of a clock, in
a room as vast as the universe.

[Armand inhales]

- Bravo!
- Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

- Really?
- Yes.

You were an ancient vampire,

you could read
any mind you want.

I was in love.

You buy that?

I buy he'd been
in power a long time.

- You can get lazy.
- It was love.

Okay.

And love.

He was loving
in those days, sure.

Love.

Rashid. Did you and Mr. Molloy
talk to anyone during dinner?

[Rashid] Just the chef
when ordering, sir.

Were you with Mr. Molloy
the entire dinner?

He used the restroom
for approximately five minutes.

Had a piece of halibut
that still wanted to swim.

You were not to leave
Mr. Molloy alone.

He didn't. Stood by
the hand dryer like a creep.

Why do you ask?

Love?

[drink pouring]

Mmm.

"Diaries are friends
of last resort.

I have found one not
made of paper and glue.

Fuck these vampires."

That's her last entry.

Unless you're sitting on
more of those ripped out pages.

You have everything we have.

Unless you're
sitting on something

behind your encrypted laptop.

Madeleine,
Claudia's immortal beloved.

Not yet immortal.

Note to self,
everything related to Claudia

from this point forward is
without written corroboration.

Just our memories of her.

However porous they come.

Little more vermouth
next time, Rashid.

- I can make another.
- No, it's good.

Just his were better.

[♪ gentle music]

[people singing raucously]

[drunken singing in French]

[singing continues]

[glass shatters]

[Madeleine screams]

[Madeleine screams]
Lâches-moi!

[both women speaking French]

[Madeleine yelling]

[Madeleine screaming]

[crashing and banging]

[Madeleine yelling
and screaming]

[Madeleine yelling
and struggling]

Uhh!

[man screams]

[distant screams]

[Madeleine panting]

[metallic rattling]

[rattling and banging]

[Madeleine panting]

[♪ gentle music]

[soft whimper]

[liquid dripping, snarling]

[soft whimper]

[Madeleine panting with fear]

[woman spluttering]

[soft whimper]

[spluttering]

[man speaks French softly]

[Madeleine gasping]

[man groaning]

[man whimpering]

[Madeleine gasping]

[Madeleine mutters softly
in French]

[man groaning]

You gonna run?

[man groaning]

Don't.

Don't run, cos...

a lot of noise just happened,
middle of Paris.

I gotta clean up.
I can do it fast.

I can do it right but...

if I don't clean up,

you could be in some trouble.

[man groaning]

That's good.

Sit down.

[Madeleine breathes heavily]

I'm gonna clean up.

- [Madeleine gasps]
- And then we can talk.

Vampire.

[gasps softly]

[man spluttering]

Where is the light switch?

[indistinct chatter in French]

Eh? You seen Armand?

- In his office.
- Thank you.

- [distant music plays]
- Hey.

Top of the morning.

[footsteps]

I got that Wols.

Different brushes, hands,
stains, rubbing, scratching.

Gestures of anxiety
but then the blues.

Like little cigar ends.

Like portals to the sky beyond.

- Like he got sick on the canvas?
- Watch.

I'll sell it for five
times the price in a year.

Thirty times
if he keeps drinking and dies.

- And what then?
- Re-invest.

- More Wols?
- [chuckles]

More Wols.
More Mathieu, Soulages.

Real estate. Dividend stocks
with compound interest.

- Maybe a plane.
- [Armand laughs]

And who is going
to fly your plane?

I'll fly it.

The first vampire capitalist.

- The first vampire pilot.
- Why not?

Take your clothes off.

I am going through
Sam's new pages.

Clothes off,
face down in the coffin.

You can read 'em to me
while I fuck you.

Uh! Uhh!

[woman singing]
♪ Happiness for everyone ♪

♪ So let's go sunning ♪

[Madeleine smirks]

It probably reads shallow now
but not... not insightful.

Human death in all its variety.

- What's blood taste like?
- You've bit your lip before.

No, um...

What's it like to drink blood?

Is it like drinking life itself?

Warm.

Thick. It's...

It's not answers to
life's mystery. It's food.

I need it.

And me?

Right now?

I can't lie. I watch it
slide along your veins.

Take a sip!

- No.
- [in French] Pourquoi non?

- No.
- Pourquoi...

Cos once she starts,
you can't stop her.

This the dressmaker you were
supposed to run out of town?

Um, yes. I'm
the forbidden friend.

Madeleine this is Louis.
Louis...

She's reading one of
your diaries in my coffin.

- I won't tattle.
- She says another word,

I break her arms and
throw her out the window.

Pull up a chair.
Let's start again.

I'd like a couple of months...

- Louis.
- ...when you don't
tear things down...

- This is Madeleine.
- ...or fuck things up.

She sold me that lavender dress
I wore out a while back.

She's... She's funny,
she's blunt

and it's a long story
but I killed in front of her.

- [scoffs] Of course you did.
- And she sat in the corner
and watched

while I bundled up bodies.
Didn't cry,

didn't get flustered and
since then we've been talking.

Is it romantic?

- No.
- No.

Not yet.

You were Lestat's,
now you're Armand's.

Or Armand is mine.

I've been a third all my life.

Not saying that to fight,
just saying that it's true.

I feel like I get to pick

one thing for myself,

and it's her.

A weird white lady
I met by happenstance.

[♪ gentle music]

[chair legs scraping on floor]

[♪ gentle music]

You want a companion?

Uh-uh.

She does.

Yes?

Last time I tried,
those young boys back in...

They all died, Louis.

I'm too small.

I never made one before.
I'm not sure if I can...

No. Not you.

Not... Not Lestat's blood.
I wouldn't want that for anyone.

- It was good enough for us.
- Not good enough for her.

She swore an oath,
trampled on the laws

and I am to reward her for it?

To every vampire a dressmaker?

They'll bitch at the moon,
mock you in their coffins,

but she'll never fit in.
They won't miss her.

You think you're happy
with me now?

Can you imagine me
without the burden of her?

Paris is yours, Maitre.
I ask for this respectfully.

Respect comes without a shield.

You're a manipulator,
Claudia de Lioncourt!

No.

Close your minds, both of you.

I'll know it if you haven't.

[curtains whoosh]

They always think
they're different.

Stronger, superior.

[♪ gentle music]

[Armand and Madeliene speaking
indistinctly next door]

[Claudia chuckles]

Without the burden of me?

I said it to
get him through the door.

Hmm.

Did you mean it?

Does it matter?
I got the result.

Getting results, Louie du Lac.

Is that what you found when
you went looking for yourself?

Shortcut to the end of things?

That's your nerves talking now.

There's been a war.

Claudia, he thinks there is
something left of my era!

[Madeleine laughs]

He's going to say yes.

[Armand talking indistinctly]

You're stronger.
I can feel it.

I am.

Harder too.

But you gotta give up
something to get something.

[Madeleine talking indistinctly]

He's going to say yes.

[Madeleine laughs]

And I have again.

Hmm.

[♪ gentle music]

- He said no.
- I said I would not do it.

Maitre in the bedroom.

Maitre only when
it's hot or convenient.

- That's how I took it.
- I had reasoning.

What was it?

He had never made one.

- What?
- I have never made a vampire.

You are a 500-year-old vampire.

You led the Parisian coven
for two centuries.

- And he hadn't told me.
- I did once. He didn't hear it.

He didn't, no.

The idea repulsed me,
repulses me.

Well, at least we can agree
it was a disingenuous act.

- I went there open-minded.
- You walked into Madeleine's...

- It was an outrageous request.
- ...with your mind made up!

Louis's opinion.

Claudia's opinion.

Uh, let's see, let's see, um...

"Fuck these vampires."

[Santiagrned from draining men,

reading their thoughts.

Not from books. I never went to
school long enough as a mortal.

[Quang Pham] You do not know
your vampire nature.

When our maker Guido gets here,
he'll tell you the same!

[Santiago] And what if
Guido never shows?

Santiago, why is
your back to the audience?

I've got an impulse.

It doesn't work, turn around.

But if we stage it
in the round...

And where shall
we put the audience?

Behind the fucking
projection screen?

Ooh! What's up
your arse tonight?

Is your... [coughs]
...companion

stuck up there, chewing on
your inner bits like a hamster?

Claudia, can you respectfully
find another object to buff?

Always a yes, Maitre.

Projections are our aesthetic.

- Or a crutch.
- I am the director, directing.

- A play is a map for production.
- Uh, no.

Uh, a play is the script.

And there are no mentions
in this script of projections.

That's your cue, Sam.

Uh... It's a work in progress.

Oh! Oh, I see.

[Armand] Pick it up,
where we left off.

Well, if it is
a work in progress,

can I ask when the fuck is Guido
arriving on the stage, please?

[Sam] He doesn't, he can't.

- He mustn't.
- Where we left off, Santiago.

Guido is hope.
There can be no hope.

You want to write poetry,
write poems. This is a stage.

- We perform plays on a stage.
- Is this you honoring
the playwright?

Not prose, poems
or fucking maps!

And plays require events, Sam!

And there are no events
in your shitty little play!

And Quang and I are bloody
dangling up here!

That can be remedied!

Gustave!

We do horror shows
so we can eat people!

You're fangless!

[Santiago telepathically]
I love your work, Sam.

Apologies.

[Sam] Well played, Maitre.

- You summoned me?
- There's a script on stage.

It's yours for the moment.

In the round? Humans on stage?

Ignore him. He'll be back.

[♪ gentle music]

[Louis] The Berlin Blockade
ended in May.

The Geneva Convention
was agreed in August.

Some of the front pages
from that year.

But if you look in the filler,
in the back pages.

Strange crimes reported.

[motorbike engines purr]

[Armand]
A telescopic lens stolen

from the Observatory at Meudon.

A film company shooting
the crime thriller
'Porte D'Orient'

delayed when its inventory of
color film stock is snatched.

[Louis] A gang of drunkards,

hanging off of the side
of the Eiffel Tower,

all facing south by southwest,

all muttering in unison,

gone by the time
police arrive by elevator.

[Armand]
Crimes all left unsolved.

[Louis] A thousand humans
arrive in Paris

each carrying a suitcase.
What's one more vampire?

Why are we still talking about
this? This should be behind us.

I'm not satisfied
with your answer.

Those we make ourselves
will always despise us for it.

Celeste and Estelle,
they're inseparable.

Merde'em, Basilic, Planche.
That's a tight band.

And he made you and Claudia.

- You're going to do it?
- Yes.

- When?
- Tonight.

It's forbidden.

Claudia does not want his blood.

She doesn't have an alternative.

It could fail. The woman
could turn into one of those

drooling revenants
you saw back in...

[Louis] Mmm.

[indistinct chatter
and laughter of crowd]

You shouldn't do it.
You shouldn't tell me.

My mind, I...

I... I can't keep it
closed anymore.

I want you to come.

I want you to witness.

Why?

Cos... it could be beautiful.

We can bring one in a good way.

Are you asking or making me?

Okay.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

It's okay.

Make sure we're not bothered.

Yeah?

[indistinct chatter
and laughter continues]

- [Josephine Baker singing]
- Oh, I like this song!

"My Heart Is An Island Bird".

I've never been to an island.

Well, once.

On a lake, surrounded by carp.

I don't like carp,
I don't like Chardonnay.

This feels right for my life.

Gonna go crazy
if we don't start.

Yeah, me too. [coughs]

Now then, if you get scared,

you just look at that light...

and listen to my voice.

I won't let anything go wrong.

Don't worry about the blood.

It's the blood that made you.

[snarling]

[soft snarls]

[the song continues]

[Madeleine gasps]

Madeleine welcomed my fangs.

The lamb smiling up at the wolf

with unsettling passivity.

- [squelching]
- [Madeleine gasps]

[Louis] She watched the lamp
while I fed on her.

That's good. That's right.

You're turning cold.
That's good too.

[Louis] And Claudia
guided her softly

down the path,
down the dark path.

Just hold on to my voice.

[Madeleine breathing heavily]

[softly] I want you to.

[the song reaches
a crescendo and ends]

[Madeleine gasps]

[her gasps continue]

[record needle crackles]

Claudia drank with reverence.

I drank with...

obligation.

Disjointed fragments
of Madeleine's life

filled my head,

carried on the warm
current of her blood.

The pleasures of
a sly coupling.

The joys of a sunny afternoon.

The anguish
of an unexpected death.

[flash bulb pops]

The rage and humiliation
of a trial by mob.

[crowd shouting, drum beating]

But amongst the pastiche
of war and desire,

beauty and damage...

I saw Claudia...

in an impossible afternoon light
she could never survive in.

Claudia as Madeleine
perceived her.

Resplendent.

Rendered even more
beautiful by her beholder.

And I knew then,
with all certainty,

she would be a better
companion to Claudia

than I ever had.

I tore my wrist...

and fed her the gift.

[blood splashes]

[door opens and closes]

[footsteps approaching]

Did she take?

Yeah.

Yeah, she is.

They're both...

on their way.

I told 'em to get out of town.

They're out of town.

And I know that...

because I can feel her.

Madeleine.

This stranger.

My fledgling.

What happened here?

Opened my wrist back up.

Gagged myself, tried
to throw the blood back up.

I thought I'd feel
like I was losing Claudia.

I did not care.

I finished the job.

Claudia took my hand.

We said something
about being even.

I did not care.

You were right.

Give it time.

She is a difficult one
but one worth having.

Hmm.

You'll find your way
back to each other.

What's in the suitcase?

Some clothes.

A few books.

A cutting from a magnolia tree
I've been growing.

I could have fought.

They might've killed me.

Hunted the three of you down,

caught you, burned you.

I don't know if it will satisfy.

There might be hostilities
or the first

bloodless vampire coup.

You broke with the coven?

They gave me a choice.

I chose.

[Louis] That's what
you said to me, right?

Standing in my blood,
stroking my hair.

You know it is.

That's my memory of it.

But you were there too.

Maybe there's
something I missed?

Or maybe there's something

- you put in there later.
- Stop it!

Stop it.

This is too important a moment
in our story for these games.

Oh, is there a game
being played?

You've remembered what you did
to yourself in San Francisco.

And you're angry
that I erased it.

I am.

You've no right to be.

You asked me to do it.

- What?
- He's full of shit.

I've failed Louis
once in my life.

- It wasn't in San Francisco.
- I'd never ask you to do that!

The pages I tore
out of Claudia's diaries,

- we did most of those together.
- Not all of them.

And the ones I did on my own
were to protect me

from you, Mr. Molloy.

Why did I owe you my shame?

Why did I owe you
my one act of cowardice?

The series of abhorrent
consequences that followed?

I've spent the rest of my life
trying to make up for it.

I'll never make up for it.

But he forgave me for it.

I didn't forgive you.

Drugs did far more
damage to your mind

than five nights
in San Francisco.

- It was six.
- My point made.

You've as sharp a mind
as any human that walks.

You want an apology. I'm sorry.

He thought it was
the right thing to do too.

You were going to drain me, pal.

Belated apology number two.

I asked you to erase it?

Yes.

[♪ gentle piano]

After you came out of a shower
in our home in Sausalito.

Three days
after we abandoned him.

[♪ gentle piano]

[sighs and shudders]

Continuing on the record,
Mr. Molloy, I was a coward.

[♪ gentle piano]

[Claudia] We've been burying
our meals outside Saint Denis.

Flowers are starting
pop up out of the ground.

Lavender, sweet iris, peony.

Flowers growing from the dead.
Cold things becoming warm.

I saw a dead girl in your mind,
while you were dying.

Oui. Aimee, my sister.

She the replacement?

What?

I saw the same thing that night.

We already had it out.

Aimee, we used to call her
the family idiot.

She would eat pinecones.

And I didn't tell her about
Aimee because I didn't want
her thinking she was...

- What was your word?
- A replacement.

So thank you for falling
right back into Daddy Lou shoes.

And thank you for never
treating me like a child.

Take some lessons, Louis.

[Armand] Are you thinking
of coming back to Paris?

Trash piles and men who smell
like cheese? Non, merci. No.

- We're going to wander.
- [Louis] Wander?

- Mm-hm.
- [Louis chuckles] Wander?

This one? She of the straight
line to the next X on the map?

This is the X, Louis.

Alright. Okay, well...

to finding the X.

- [Madeliene] Santé!
- Santé!

How do you like my coffin?

I wake up at night and the Phams
aren't trading insults,

Estelle isn't smearing
makeup all over herself

- or humming off-key.
- [Claudia] Singing off-key.

No one is forcing me
to listen to their gossips

or solve their petty crises.

It's bliss.

Still, we didn't make it
easy for you.

I'm sorry for that.

You alright there?

I cannot read your mind.

The architects of our, uh...
[coughs]

I made you,
that's just the way it is.

Yes, but I feel you, Louis.

I feel you too, Madeleine.

I told Claudia
I can feel you love her...

and we should see him once more.

I'm glad you did.

I'm glad we did this.

I can feel you too.

Through him.

- Yes, he loves you.
- Okay.

Okay, well, let's get
the hell out of my soul!

- [laughter]
- He gets enough affection.

I don't need his head getting
too big to get out the door.

Taking a stretch.
Order me another, love.

There he goes.

- Mm-hm, there he goes!
- [laughter]

Will he get through
the door with that big head?

[laughter]

[Madeleine laughs]

Why don't you want him to know
how much you love him?

[Louis]
That's a little personal.

- He knows.
- [Madeleine] Uh-huh.

[Louis] He knows.

[♪ tense music]

[♪ daunting music]

They gave him a choice.

He chose.

[Santiago]
Ladies and gentlemen!

Madames et messieurs!

Offal and offalesses!

And all those who flourish
outside the divide, welcome.

For 150 years, we here
at the Theatre Des Vampires

- have shown you "you".
- [audience laughs]

Your obscene predilections,

your savage desires.

But today, we're shunting
human affairs aside.

So if you want to kill your
lover or fuck your mother,

- it'll have to wait.
- [audience laughs]

Because today...

we're turning our lurid
spotlight on ourselves!

I stand before you
in broad daylight

at this first ever matinee

at the Theatre Des Vampires

to perform for your
salacious gratification...

[audience] Yes!

...us!

Are you ready,
you filthy animals?

- [audience shouting] Yes!
- Yes?

- [cheering and applause]
- Yes?

[whistling and cheering]

The jury may be seated!

[cheering and applause]

[♪ dramatic classical music]

- [Santiago] Whoa!
- [Celeste] Advocat!

Read the crimes for which this
iniquitous trio stand accused.

[Santiago speaks
indistinctly on stage]

...the making of a vampire
from a mortal child.

Ten minutes to your entrance,
Monsieur Lioncourt.

[Santiago] ...of the vampires to
the mortal, Madeleine Eparvier.

[Romaine] Monsieur Lioncourt?

- [Santiago] Finally, the most...
- [Lestat] Thank you.

[Santiago] ...the heretical
desecration of Law Five...

[Lestat] Ten minutes.

[Santiago]
The pre-meditated murders

of the vampiress
Antoinette Brown

and the vampire
Lestat de Lioncourt.

[♪ music stops abruptly]

Louis:
We were on trial for murder...

and all I could think was...

♪

...he's coming.

Santiago:
Lestat de Lioncourt

the victim.

It's justice for the attempted
murder of my being.

...guilty...

♪

Aah!

...or not guilty?

♪

Mmm.

Who funds you guys?

Do you work
with nation states?

I think the stakes for Molloy
in Episode 6

really begin to ramp up.

I mean, it doesn't help that
the Talamasca is telling him

that things are getting intense.

Can you protect me?

Oh!
From being killed?

No. We're particularly poor
at keeping our assets alive.

But also,
he's really making headway.

And he's an experienced
enough journalist to know

that with powerful people,
they're liable to lash out.

So I think, yeah,
there's real fear.

And you can see it
in Eric's performance

that he's still
cracking wise,

but it may not be
quite as convincing.

I wanna get out alive.

You fear Armand.

You should fear
the other one.

Imagine a tightrope walker.

He knows that he knows
how to walk a tightrope.

But every once in a while,
he glances down,

and a little shiver
goes through his stomach,

that cold chill.

Rashid.

Did you and Mr. Molloy
talk to anyone during dinner?

As soon as he gets an inkling

that they know,
he's already working on

how to manipulate it
and spin a new web.

Why do you ask...
love?

Louis' known for a long time
that there's something wrong.

There's a lie being told,

and that penthouse in Dubai
is a bit of a prison.

and I think Louis and Daniel
throughout the years

have been like sort of
kept things for Armand.

♪

[Choking]

Mark: Claudia revealing
that she's a vampire

shows how comfortable she is

revealing that
to another person.

Don't run.

Delainey:
I think it's really beautiful

that she gives Madeleine
the choice

on how to react
to her being a vampire.

I'm gonna clean up.

They have such
amazing chemistry.

I was just drawn
to what they were doing.

Is it romantic?

No.
No.

Not yet.

She likes her so much
and sees

that there's something in her
that she's actually like,

"Here's me in all my entirety.

What are you going to do now?
You have a choice to make."

I feel like I get to pick
one thing for myself.

And it's her.

Louis turns Madeleine
without doubt

because he loves Claudia.

And that's what
he wants to do for her.

Louis: You think you're
happy with me now?

Can you imagine me
without the burden of her?

Claudia's very good
at reading people.

She knows
that she can convince Louis.

You're going to do it?

Yes.

When?
Tonight.

The reason that Louis does it is

because they're
reaching that stage

where they're growing apart now,
and it's like, oh, okay, so

once we do this, we're done.

Jacob: Turning Madeleine
was a really beautiful moment

for Madeleine and Claudia,
and I was just thinking, like,

I just don't want
to get in the way.

I'm gonna go crazy
if we don't start.

Yeah, me, too.

And I couldn't anyway.

What they're doing
is so magnetic.

If you get scared,
you just look at that light.

Working with Kat, who was
our intimacy coordinator,

we worked on, like,
levels of distance

between like mouth to neck.

[Both gasping]

When we see Louis
take a bite of Madeleine,

it's like Claudia's hunger
takes over, as well,

and she gets involved.

Jacob: I love that scene.
I love that relationship.

Those two characters
deserve more

than any of the characters
in the show

to just be able to live,
like, an eternal life,

companionship together.

[Gasps]

♪

Madeleine: Flowers growing
from the dead,

cold things
becoming warm.

The scene in the cafe
where they, like, meet up...

To finding the X.

...seems like a romantic comedy

or like a family Thanksgiving.

Everyone's getting back
together, and it's awkward,

and you feel the tensions.

You alright, dear?

The sets were beautiful.

They built a cafe, with a band
and beautiful lights.

For the Mishka Bar,
named after my eldest dog,

we wanted this almost
to feel like a fever dream,

but really playing
with light and space

in a way that connects
kind of deeply

with what's happening
with the scene.

And we got to do
a bit of improvising

in that scene, as well.

I got to shout things at Armand.

Will he get through
the door

with that big head?!

[Laughter]

Delainey:
Filming it was so bittersweet,

because we were having
such a lovely dinner,

and then it all goes--

♪

Gustav was the vampire
that kidnaps Claudia.

And you can hear Louis
screaming for Claudia.

Louis' just, like, missile
focused on Claudia.

He's like, how do I get her
out of this situation?

I have to give massive props

to the background actors
on our show

who would just like,
be completely still in place

and just do it again and again
and again and again and again.

[Cheers and applause]

I think pissed doesn't
really cover how Louis feels

when they're kidnapped.

The jury may be seated.

Man: 10 minutes to your
entrance, Monsieur Lioncourt.

Lestat returns for the trial.

Thank you.

He's back in all his kind of
hectic, complicated glory.

What is he going to do?

Emcee: And the vampire
Lestat de Lioncourt.

♪