All language subtitles for Interview with the Vampire (2022) - S02E03 - No Pain (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)

Uhhh....

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
nine hundred of them, a month ago.

We're tracking sixteen hundred 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
Joe Moe vampire

keep people like you in
line?

Unspoken threats?

I mean, 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
on his behalf.

- How do you hide
from the cloud?

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

two hundred and thirty-nine years
as Satan's fool,

by the time Robespierre
was beheaded,

I was, by any measure,

failing.

La mort punira toute infraction de la première et de la cinquième des grandes lois.

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,

Ah!

Madame... ?

prancing and preening

in front of five hundred
mortals a night,

like some patronized,
tarted up dervish.

Vous êtes donc des femmes!

To hear Louis tell it...

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 unnatural.

Using the Dark Gift for what?

His vanity?

It was heresy.

- Ah!

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

Tu es le bâtard de Magnus.

Je sais que tu peux m’entendre, mon enfant.

Qui m’appelle « enfant » ?

Il est mort, n’est-ce pas?

Je peux prendre soin de toi.

Je peux t’apprendre ce qu’il ne t’a pas appris.

Viens à moi.

- Mais de quoi s’agit-il, mes libérales dames?

Viens à moi.

Encore plus honnête...

I followed him for weeks.

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.

À la maison.

Oui, maître.

Désolés, maître.

Tu es si distrayant dans la fosse que je ne me rappelle plus du texte.

Je ne peux pas lire mes notes quand j’entends tes pieds sur le plancher…

Nous allons nous faire attraper.

Je l’espère…

Entends-tu cela ?

Par-dessus tes incessantes divagations ?

Comment pourrais-je entendre quoi que ce soit ?

Qu’est-ce ?

Là… Quelqu’un me regarde.

Tu es toujours au centre de l’attention.

Il pense que je ne sais pas qu’il est là.

Est-ce encore de la poésie?

Viens plus près de mon oreille...

Je peux seulement comprendre quand tu t’approches.

En pardessus.
( In an overcoat. )

Gardes-tu ce garçon comme aide-mémoire ?

Lestat,

Connais-tu ce g*tan?

La solitude que tu ressens, il ne l’atteindra jamais.

Sois avec les tiens.

Et abandonner mon gilet à carreaux? Mon col jabot?

Vivre comme une larve?

Lestat, que se passe-t-il ?

Rien.

Il n’est rien…

Bonne nuit.

Homme étrange !

I'd tolerated his
presence too long already.

I had to act,

or he'd destroy
what little I had left.

Lestat!

Là.

Lestat?

Nicki -- !

Tu ne lui as pas révélé ta vraie nature, n’est-ce pas?

Quel est ce pouvoir ?

Je n'ai pas ce pouvoir.

Mais tu l'auras.

Tu as le sang de Magnus.

Tu gâches ton potentiel en menant cette vie-là.

Relâche-le !

Relâche-le !!!

Et voici un buveur de sang ~

Qui es-tu ?

Je suis Armand.

Je suis le Chef de ton clan.

Nicki... !

Ramène ton gilet chez les larves, veux-tu?

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?

Nous sommes les Dieus.

Vous êtes les Dieus!

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.

Que s’est-il passé?

Je pourrais parler jusqu’à la fin du monde,

sans jamais te dire tout ce que tu as détruit ici.

Nous sommes seuls.

Satan ne nous écoute pas.

Comment transformes-tu l’air en feu?

Comment bouges-tu des objets par la simple force de ton esprit?

Demande-t-il, tout en dansant dans les cendres…

Tu as fait de ton Nicolas l’un des nôtres?

Est-ce que le garçon a accepté le don?

Trop fragile.

J’aurais pu te prévenir.

Il s’en remettra.

Certainement pas.

J’ai une idée.

Eh! Oh!
Mes mignonnes,

avant que de vous en aller, il faudra bien, s’il vous plaît, que nous…

Ils viennent accompagnés.

Séduits dans un élan collectif.

Ils rient ensemble, pleurent ensemble.

Qu’est-ce, pour un vampire ?

Une opportunité.

Hamlet est mort sous les coups d’une lame empoisonnée,

mais l’acteur qui gît sous leurs yeux respire encore.

Dans ce temple, croire protège.

Annonce que tu es un vampire.

Bois le sang à la vue de tous.

Mets en scène les rituels de ton clan,

pas depuis les égouts mais depuis le premier balcon.

Je n’ai pas de clan.

Tu m’en as privé.

Au contraire, Maître.

… assouvir vos cruelles envies au Théâtre des Vampires!

J’ai tant d’années!

Tant d’années!

- Des années?

La mort ne respecte pas l’âge!

Regarde comme ils sont immobiles.

Ils croient vraiment que c’est une pièce de théâtre.

Des clous sur une porte à Wittenberg.

Tu as mené une réforme, Lestat.

Nous l’avons fait ensemble.

Tu fais une meilleure Mort.

La faux fait tout le travail.

Après une centaine de nuits ici, tu t’ennuies déjà ?

Seulement avec le jeu d’acteur…

... Allons-y?

Ici...? Maintenant ?

C’est une loge spacieuse.

Il nous observe.

Il devrait regarder sa partition.

Lestat.

Je t'aime.

Oui...

Je t'aime, aussi.

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 theatre 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 theatre's
cost in perpetuity.

He abandoned Nicki.

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 hundred and fifty 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 "L" train to Chicago.

I said just 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.

Uh-huh.

Maître,

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, Maître.

My fault, I was keeping her.

Have I been late once, Maître?

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

How's she doin'?

She's taking
the abuse in stride.

I've never seen her happier.

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!

... fucking professional!

Fuck off, Estelle!

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 theatre,

and Maître 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 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 theatre 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.

Huh.

Maybe I'm... guarding
my thoughts just fine.

Mmhm?

Maybe I let you into my head
on purpose?

Ah.

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,
rippin' 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 theatre

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, uh,
made me think of, um...

Think what?

Oh...
It's...

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

So where's, where's
Claudia at this point?

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

Maître 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.

But 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
'cause 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 thirty 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 fucking tired
of holding onto it.

Lestat...

... was my companion
in America.

And where is he now?

Mmm...
Still a cunt?

He knows.

You know where he is.

I want you to say it.

I killed him,

and he fuckin' 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.

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, 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 'cause
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, th - 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.

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.

And the matter of provenance?

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...

Fuck off.

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 gonna 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 honour.

He's here
in support of the girl.

Finish the performance.

... going 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.

Are you making demands?

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, Maître.

All respects.

No pain.

No pain...

No pain.

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, Maître?

It's a flea circus.

May it remind you of
your humble beginnings.

Would you have us?

Yes, Maître.

Come.

The Five Laws.

Let the 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...

Accept 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 fourteen.

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 fifty 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?

[ subtitled by xbriyeon ]
French dialogue transcript credit: @greedandenby on tumblr
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