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Previously on The Vampire List Die.

Ask for a job.

The light's going out of your blue eye.

His name was Magnus. He kept me for a
week locked in a room full of corpses.

It's my era.

Now, is it true you were a stutterer as
a child? You ask this question every

night. I won two Pulitzers. I'm taking
this thing to camp.

How did I get here?

Sophia. Hello, Sophia.

My maker called for his mama and I came.

My first paramour, Nicolas Delapont, a
violinist.

There are four pages torn out. It was
better when he broke

my bone. It was when he had me pinned
and told me he loved me. That fucked me

up. We would like you to take care of
our problem in Detroit.

I believe your Claudia spent a few
nights with him once.

You are listening to The Failures, album
22, side A.

The vainglorious homogeny of the Toronto
skyline is something to behold.

An onslaught of impractical condominiums
dominated by a 147 -floor waterpik.

Its banality has lessened the polite
citizenry of Canada. To them, it's

And what the friends and family of Avery
Olsen and Natalie Bokelhide confirmed

as a must -see when the two planned
their honeymoon and waited for Avery's

divorce to finalize.

Had they stayed within the realities of
their budget and consummated their union

in their home province, the marriage
might have lasted longer.

But love born from a speed dating event
in Moose Jaw, Sacasatuan, merited an

unhurried commemoration. Can I offer my
assistance?

Oh, mercy.

Aren't you the angel?

It's fine to be, sir. Thank you. My
pleasure. I know these moments last the

life.

Make sure we're not in the center center
and that the tower isn't coming out of

its head.

The rule of thirds, the golden mean.

And thus the manatees from the Radisson
Blue honeymoon package went unused.

Exchanged as they were for a vampiric
appointment in Samara.

Gabriela's divine intervention had
raised my raptorial spirits.

And I channeled our kills into prurient
performances, licking the underside of

Lake Erie and Cleveland and Buffalo
before rounding the shaft of Lake

Lover. Where are you?

Where are any of us, really?

Is that him?

Give me that.

Hey! Justin Bieber.

I got 40 fucking people here with their
hands up their asses. And you misplaced

something, Dan? I'm done chasing you bus
to coffin. I saved your life. You owe

me. Perhaps.

I do.

I do.

I do.

We'll be ahead.

Mounted above a covered toilet if it
weren't for me.

Transformational trauma, Dan. It's
Sophia again. What do you know about

Mystery vagina passed itself, I think.
What do you mean, perhaps?

You assume death at decapitation.

A study done in Budapest had two class B
vampires surviving separation for

nearly two hours. A vampire of Lestat's
breeding could last four to five times.

Lestat has the herps.

Daniel Malloy.

Delivered unto the world April 16, 1953
into the arms of his mother in a

hospital. I assume it's not something
vampires ask one another. The details of

their mortal existence is considered
rude.

Nurtured or not nurtured, nudged in San
Francisco towards a career of

distinction and moderate faith. After
the can, Chief.

Sorry. Murdered and reborn July 18th,
2022 by the gremlin Armand.

He led a brief, incidental life as a
vampire.

Incidental.

Is that the right word?

He found me shallow. I gave him every
reason to. I have regrets when it comes

death. Oh, sorry. Yeah, he's here.

Oh.

Okay.

Put that on your lip, Yada.

Okay, we're going to be using a new
camera today. It's called an

I'll be sitting here, but you're going
to see my face in the camera. We will be

like we're talking face to face.

And we are shooting this in color, and
we're going to anchor it to all the

and white tour footage, okay?

So, you were a stutterer as a child.

Evening, Dan.

Happy to be here.

Could you state your name for the
camera, please?

I'm the front man.

Lestat. The vampire Lestat.

I'm immortal.

More or less.

The light of the sun, the sustenance of
an intense fire, Jefferson Starship,

grot -wielding coven members.

These things might destroy me, but there
again, they might not.

I'm on my own.

I'm going to drink up my spine. Tell him
to run.

I'm going to chill.

I'm the last of us.

I'm the last of us. You're the last of
us. You're the last of us. You're the

last of us.

You're the last of us.

That was shit.

You've said this thing to me a couple of
times on the bus, backstage, that the

songs are your story. Must be important
if I repeat. Or it's a doorstop because

you don't want to talk about yourself.

I'll kick that door down, Dan. I'll bunk
it down with my cookies and trauma.

Exactly my thinking. So let's run with
this. Let's dig into these songs and see

what we get.

You have a song, Long Face.

The lyrics.

are ooh, ooh, ooh, wah, ah, ooh, ooh,
ooh, wah, ah.

What's the story behind that?

Long face is an agreement between myself
and the audience.

Permission disguised as anthem.

Oh, yeah, we're coming. Yeah, yeah,
we're coming.

Oh, yeah, I'm coming.

I'm an actor in my makeup.

I'll get fatter if and when we break up.

Performative vampire, and at the end
they get the real thing. Black licorice?

Structure and ritual.

Judged and drained, thrilled and shamed,
left wanting more. Well, that's great,

because the band thinks that the song's
about... How the current culture has

misshapen the mortal mind, and how easy
and unsatisfying the bringing of death

has become. You must...

Have experienced this, Dan, the memories
you take in as you kill. Life is an

endless cache of influencer videos,
Russian dash cams, and shame -ridden

pornography.

Or are we still pretending that you're
human? So not about sucking dick.

Performative journalist.

Were you a stutterer as a child?

Oh, he doesn't like that question.

Well, we can come back to it.

Let's talk about what happened in
Detroit the other night. Some vampires

to kill you, yeah? Is it a question if
you merely put yeah at the end of the

sentence? Pretty weak bunch, but they
seemed organized, which is different

the other two attempts on your life
during this tour. Is this self -financed

vanity romp your vampire wishful spin on
hope I

die before I get old?

Is my doc your eulogy? Did you promise
him?

I don't do promises.

I've had 40 shows in 43 fucking nights.

Nobody gives a fuck about what I was
before. No one cares. No one seems to

a shit about you now, flatlining a
thousand capacity venues.

Let's take a walk. You're confused about
the pursuit, then.

It is not about asses on seats or
streams on Pandora.

It is about pure expression.

Raphael's Three Graces, Brankuski's Bird
in Space, Calvino's Invisible Cities.

It's embarrassing.

There, stutter. No, no, no, no.

Let them see.

Let them see.

I have had...

40 shows in 43 fucking

nights. No.

done by your relentless questionings,
Mr. Molloy.

Making a brief call to share an
important message with you. You got the

ad.

I'm looking for killer.

Don't. Don't do that. Just think it.

I'm a vampire.

Just like you.

Except I didn't disrespect my face like
you done.

What is that? Is that Jar Jar Binks
dunking a basketball?

Inked. Where's Killer?

They might be killers.

Out, out,

out,

out.

She walks the wind and has a panther
with silver furs.

Howl, howl.

Howl, howl.

Howl, howl. Out the door to a field.

Keep straight five minutes. There's a
car.

Gray doors.

Don't look back.

by yourself.

Everyone always repeats a number when I
say it.

I had a pistol, a rifle, a dagger, a
mastiff.

The Stuttering Wolf Killer.

No, that was the first name for our
band. Hello, Fort Collins. We are the

Stuttering Wolf Killers. Are you ready
to rock?

From the ages of 9 to 29, you...
Stuttered. I stuttered.

Yes, and every kill I have made is a
response. My entire psyche is formed

the deformity. It's like being strapped
down in a dentist chair, opening your

mouth wide only to have the dentist say,
I'm not a dentist, as he lubes up a

thick rubber glove. So you be gentle,
Dan.

I think he's just bored by you.

Try asking him about the great
conversion.

What happened at age nine?

I was taken to see witches being burned
at a stake.

Okay.

Tell me about that.

Marguerite de Rais, Jeanne Baudin, the
twins, Marthe and Aimée Roulet, ceased

their prayers and adored the devil in
ceremony, said the torch -bearing

You remember their names.

Teenage girls with the resonant voices
of men screaming and thrashing for hours

till their jawbones fell and the devil
could sing no more. And you were nine.

That's what moms did with kids before
Lego and Peppa Pig.

Looking back on it now, they were
definitely witches. The twins, that is,

Marguerite and Jeanne, probably caught
masturbating in a field with a few sick

oxen.

Tiff, of course, not bad, considering it
was a priestly -led sentence.

What happened at 29?

Hmm.

I heard music.

So you made it to Paris.

Eyes closed, mouth distorted.

What struck my heart was the way that
his whole body leaned into the music.

Had I the ear I have now, I would have
found it pedestrian.

But I was an ape from Auvergne.

And it sounded like a god machine,
played by an angel.

Ah, merde!

I just stood elsewhere, honnête. I won't
miss.

Oh, it must be our monsters rising over
all the deshtops. Your peace, madame,

kindly. Peace off!

This is Nicky, who you sing about in
your song, Why Do I Have to Feel.

Nicolas de l 'Enfant.

My first love.

Tell me to piss off again!

Finished, madame.

Finished.

Nicolas de l 'Enfant.

L 'est -ce pas?

De Lyon court.

Ah, non.

De Valois.

Ça me donne la tête, là.

Wearing pantaloons.

Trying to fit in.

In a wolf -like cloak, eh?

Good luck with that.

What are you doing in Paris?

Eight walls.

Impossible.

Take the heads in the square and the
children play hide the heads with them.

Sounds like our village.

It's my father's teaching.

He gave it to me before I left.

And your address on the... I

haven't lived there for six months.

My father's allowance barely covers the
cost of my music instruction, much less

rent, food, and the bribes to keep me
out of the National Guard.

Pity the treason.

I play like a tale of fun.

Did he say anything else?

My dad?

Is that dumb?

What did he really say?

He said, help him.

Help him to be a man.

But he said it without the stammer.

Are you going to teach me to be a man?

It goes

where you think it

goes. All the old tropes and trapes of
tortured and forbidden love. Blah, blah,

blah. Bipolar boyfriend.

Blah, blah.

Fast forward.

Stop.

Vape.

Check your phone.

First play.

Good. Now he's a vampire.

But you're not a vampire.

You're the stuttering ape of Auvergne.

Any Quebecers here? Tongue twisters,
vocal exercises, repeated every day for

years while I washed the floors and
emptied chamber pots, did a job I got

through Nicky who worked in the pit
there.

Go pull up the song for him, Why Do I
Have to Feel.

So the stuttering, you just bullied it
out of yourself.

Nicky got me the job that cured my
affliction. It was first love, not a

love. Thank you.

Buried yourself in the ground for a
century over a not great love.

Only thing you carry with you to New
Orleans is a music box reminder of a not

great love. I carried the box because I
destroyed him, Dan.

I carried the box to remind me what I
was capable of.

You perform a song.

Can someone do something about this?
Quite on set.

You perform a song every night by your
abuser.

Biggest fan.

Abuser.

Go pull up the song for me. Liberator.

Emancipator. He says, I want to give you
everything I've got. I know you're

stubborn, but you have to ask for it.
Did Magnus ask your permission before?

transforming you into a vampire i see it
as an unbroken chain of similar songs

in pop music herman hermit's laying on a
lamppost every breath you take by the

police i love that one eminem stan
according to louis his name was magnus

took me from my room in paris as i
kicked and screamed locked me in a room

for a week with corpses they all look
like me i mean Does that even sound like

me, Dan? My coloring. Where's the artful
turn of phrase? Where's the assonance?

He fed on me for a week.

I thought for sure I'd become one of
them, but instead he turned me into

Louis was not there when Magnus abducted
me. But he was there in New Orleans

when you recounted it. And I was not
there in Dubai to correct his faulty

recall.

Yeah.

I got a battle.

And yeah, that's me at your window.

We're gonna have such a goddamn good
time. I wanna be your crescendo,

babe.

Don't let me catch you crying.

Don't tell me the spell is breaking.

You're so perfect in that raging light.

I know I'm hard to look at sometimes,
but I'm here for the taking.

Understood, my maker.

If I had seen 19 straight performances
of my Lillio, I would have abandoned all

decorum, too.

Abandoned decorum? He made you a monster
and killed himself in front of you.

I was an actor at a second -tier theater
squatting in a beheaded nobleman's flat

with a severely depressed look. How do
you still bother my beauty?

How is the kielbasa crafty?

And as for the suicide, it gave me a
lightness that I would not have known

he loitered the centuries beside me.

I see the burden written on your face,
Dan.

When I say God and you say monster, is
it your absence but very much alive

father walking around that gives you
this lowly idea of yourself, son of

Who needs another victim song?

Exactly. Very rock and roll. Still.

Well, it must have been hard keeping
that from Nicky. Armand got that part

in my book.

He confronted you on the street,
abducted Nicky, fed him to his coven,

you hid your vampirism from him, yeah?

Question mark.

You're safe.

You are now roomie in Paris.

Why am I weak?

Delirium took you.

I've been your nurse, man. You've been
well -company.

A rush.

The patterning is typhoid.

Also, the doctor you slept through
said... Oh, favorite game.

You lie, and I believe you. I'm not
lying. I'm not sick! Go!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Your changed eyes.

And your mother.

I wish she alive.

Your... What? Your mother?

The vampire Gabriela.

How?

What?

She followed me to Paris.

Her body was ready to die, but her mind
was not.

My first fledgling.

Louis must have told you. No.

I thought it was discretion that kept
her out of your book.

My love was a small box that I kept him
in.

No room for the many hours I talked with
her, I guess.

And where is she now?

She's here right now.

Right here.

She died.

Vampire toddlerdom.

Always the hardest years, as you know.
Or don't know, Dan.

What do you think about the Great
Conversion?

Oh.

The vampire thing.

Vampires taking over the world,
collaborating.

Fucking stupid.

Can you get out of my eyeline?

Yeah.

Three flights up.

Your bones would be pieces. What are
you?

What is she?

Mother.

Outside the theater.

The ragged man calling wolf -killer.

Blackened passages and dog -toothed
fiends. You are gibberish.

I want to know you in exchange, Bob.

Don't look to her.

Roger has bought you a house from the
key. I have opened a bank account in

name. I could move to a dam and sell
cloth. Don't buy me a house. Move,

Speak to my thoughts before I speak
them.

You gave this witchery to her.

She was an hour from death. Finally.

Admit it.

Do you want me to murder her? I want you
to love me.

You cannot do it.

You mustn't do it.

I've driven him mad.

And now I leave him to this madness. You
have used up your affection for him.

You know you have.

Don't bring him into eternity.

Disaster, Max.

He's playing as greatly improved.

I cannot hear the actors over his
improvements.

Well, I prefer his music to Gustav's
acting.

Well, you can return to the role anytime
you wish.

And have your cumbersome words in my
mouth again?

No, thank you.

Are there the blood drinkers in Italy?

Excuse me?

Are there covens like this one in Roma,
Venezia, Salerno? Does Nicola know about

us? Us?

What is us? Do you think you're the only
one in the company he drinks from? Do

you think I am the only one with disdain
for his fledgling?

Take him aside.

You're the active manager?

Manage. You're his maker. Make him.

Is there an evil older than you?

Your maker, Mario. My maker is dead. I
told you that already.

Oh, just check.

I give you the death of the vampires!

The greatest spectacle of the boulevard!

He was dramatic as a moral.

You'll find his way.

No, he won't. I believe you.

I love you, Lata.

There's not room enough in this box for
your desperation.

Has anyone seen the letter opener? We
don't need a letter opener, Nicky. We

don't get any letters. You want to talk
about your recent work in the theater,

Nicola? He's not in the chamber, but I
left it there a week ago.

You don't like my music, Metro.

Well, it's not me.

It's my hands, but I don't have my
letter opener. I think the music will

once I find the letter opener.

We think you should take some time away
from the theater, Nicky.

Did you two decide this in the wings,
huh? Or the box?

The Place Dauphine?

Last Sunday? The Hotel de Ville? And the
Feast of Assumption? And the Night

Doctor? Don't stop! Look at me! Look at
me!

Yes, I would.

His mind is critical.

How dare you open up my letter, repout
it and shout it? I was trying to make

opener happy. I was trying to give it
purpose.

Here it is.

You can't hear that.

I fear I won't be able to with only one
now.

Can you help him, please?

Are you Nicky?

No, no.

Nicky, stop.

Stop!

Would you point the way?

Thank you ever so much. Stop, Nicky! No!

It's all a misunderstanding, my love.

I wish to serve the god of the dark wood
like the rest.

Forgive me.

I am much older than the rest of me.

Forgive me.

Gabriela went to coffin.

Leaving us.

Nikki that I loved him.

From the first seconds I saw him in
Paris, I was

drunk with his love.

I was engulfed by it.

Your maker would tell you I was being
kind, but in the

moment,

The words were true.

I remember

the

light.

Fireplace.

Reflecting golden under his face.

Bear arms.

as Armand pushed him into the fire and
made sure

he stayed there with a poker in his
chest.

Nicky had a bemused look on his face as
he burned his mouth.

Formed into a circle.

And he made only one sound.

That isn't death.

It was a nothingness.

A memory.

A memory!

Can we get something?

Yeah, okay, we're cutting. We tried
booking something called the Ryan Center

Kingston, Rhode Island. 8 ,000 seats.

I thought this deep end we'd be able to
fill it.

We sold 2 ,500, including a papering
service.

Unlike your last vampire, there are no
delusions here.

Arduous. It's a tour.

My ego.

Still, it's not what I hunt.

Never say I didn't give you anything.

Let Larry run it.

I was check me.

Like Carlo Vivari, fun for three minutes
when you're longing for frog.

Frog is that way. You can dig yourself a
hole in cork and be buried in a matcha

the night after.

Provoked. Bored.

Ah, you'll run fewer reds that way.
There's a shameful tiki bar in Parkdale.

Rain check, Sophia.

That took forever, right?

All right, run it back about, I don't
know, four minutes.

Been trying to crack those cheeks for
two months.

Vampires, we're just like you.

Okay, let's see what we got here.

What the hell?

Go back a few more minutes, please.

Stop. Wait a second.

What am I looking at here?

Did you go back far enough?

All right, let's keep going back.

Yeah, right about there. Stop.

Can you get out of my eye line?

Yeah.

What?

Where's the part where he talks about
transforming Nikki?

They... What?

What? He just, he just, just sat there
like a fucking blow -up doll and no one

said anything?

Nothing? You gotta be fucking kidding
me. What is this?

No, yeah, it was frickin' weirdsville to
you to sat there for like half an hour,

eh?

He was crying fucking blood tears. Did
no one see that?

A mean -spirited telepathic prank.

The price paid for amusing my muses.

It brought poor Dan to his knees and
seeded a hate for me inside him, there

be watered in the sunlight later.

But what can I say?

Serving cunt has its consequences.

You are listening to The Failures, album
28, side B.

You going to carry me into the
threshold?

Yes, ma 'am. Mm -hmm.

I got you, man.

You gonna make me a mom in a minute?

I don't think it works like that for us
no more. We can give it a try.

We're home.

You're trying to get back to my good
side.

Come on, get to the bed.

It don't happen.

Surprise.

Congrats on the happy day.

I couldn't make it to the ceremony. I
hope you don't mind me inviting myself

the honeymoon.

You make that mess upstairs, friend?

I did.

Where's the food?

I'll call them an Uber.

Shut up, Bruce.

Because my name is Killer.

You and I have a friend in common.

Mo Wayne?

Cold tea, they call it here.

Apples with the hint of cowardice.

Still in rags?

It is better.

Same face, same smell.

No hope for you, Father Max.

Not exactly forthcoming, the vampire
journalist.

left out a few prickly details.

Uh -oh.

You forgot to put your blinkers on.

Booth walked back from the fire, leaned
down over me, and for a second I thought

I was going to go right there, but no.
He plunked me onto his motorbike.

And switched into his friendly self.

The Lord's right hand. Chants of joy and
victory resound from the tents of the

right. The Lord's right hand is in
sight.

No more of that in my presence.

But we'll live and proclaim what the
Lord has done. The Lord's right hand has

done mighty things. Back in sight.

You got your song.

When we got to his house, I guess my
biggest question was, why are you

me down now? I read your little page,
Turner.

And it's all gone dumb in my mind, too.

Crossed out.

New sentence.

You tipped over the golly wobble shelf
and took the cloth off the long table.

We eat your soul at the long table.

68 courses so far.

We keep waiting for the bill, but the
plates keep coming.

And we keep asking ourselves, when's he
going to make an album?

When we are ready!

She's going to change a lot of little
French folks with her death.

I don't do nothing that bad to her,
Daddy Lou.

Guess I don't have to tell you, dear
diary.

What it's like to have a person crack
your spine, open you up, and shove a

pencil inside you. Very hard company at
the long table.

A heart.

A finger.

A drummer.

A pimp.

You are my Claudia.

And I fought him, even with my broken
arm.

And then my re -broken arm.

But even still, all the bad things
happened that bad men do.

He had my legs pulled apart.

And my dress pulled up around my waist.

And that awful, stuffed, full, too wet
feeling down

there.

Like I was packed with dirt.

And I hope one day he feels this.

Small and cornered and crushed like a
cannon.

But then there was a part where he
brought home kills.

And I sat with him and ate.

I just said what he wanted to hear.

And it ain't easy to like myself because
of it.

Oh, the light's gone out of your blue
eyes. I even once felt a twinge of

something nice.

As if all the summer days are gone.

And not the worst thing ever.

He let me go because I seemed small.

And it looked like he'd won.

And he did win.

Because I want nothing to be nothing

and say nothing and do nothing.

You know the stupidest of all, dear
diary?

I thought I was the thing lurking in the
shadows.

I thought I was.

That's it.

I

imagine

you naked in your gold gilded bed,
wondering why it didn't end on the

How I got on stage the following night
to another feverishly modest audience.

I couldn't pretend anymore that we were
a ticketmaster must -have, or that I

wasn't having a nervous breakdown, or
that psychosis wasn't the exhilarating,

horrifying byproduct of romping and
stomping around a hippocampus.

But here's the thing.

I love the music.

It was compelling me forward, pulling me
through the perennial walls of my

psyche, and I thought, why not ride it
to blindness?

Because it seemed possible this was the
muddy bottom, and on the other side, a

marble floor, polished to the horizon.

Music in its purest expression would
make me worse, and then make me better.

Bring on the music.

Yeah, you fuck.

Away The loneliness It'll wait Till

you die Till you come To the vampire

You've been drunk Away The

loneliness It'll wait Till the next day
Like a

headache

When you dry,

you can taste this loneliness.

It'll say, what a mess, how could I?

Thank you.

They're out there killing it every
night.

And I'm following them, you know, on my
phone.

Refresh, refresh, refresh.

They're blowing up.

You're going to hear about them soon, if
you haven't already.

I'm stuck here in Monroe, Ohio, of all
places.

No offense.

God, I just want to drink.

I feel sorry for myself.

Yeah, thank you for giving me another
way through.

Thank you. Thank you for sharing.

So, who else wants to share tonight?

Come on, guys.

I will.

I'll share.

Um... Hello?

My name is... Arun.

Hi, Arun.

Hello, Arun.

And... I am an addict.

From the vampire -less death. Wherever
you stream music.

I am the toxic bitch. God, let's start.

Oh, come on now, you filthy little
monster.

Abuso.

Hi, what can I get you?

The start is going to get us all killed.

I've got five more shows.

I'm getting bored.

Shall we do it?

Shall we... Scorch the mortal world.

The stuttering wolf killer, the vampire
Lestat. Evening, Den.

Happy to be here.

You really caught my eye.

Malloy is a deft investigator, but he's
never investigated anybody like this

before, and that's going to become
really clear in this episode.

Were you a stutterer as a child?

It's a really wild interview scene. I
mean, there's like 300 things happening

one time.

You perform a song every night by your
abuser. Magnus. Biggest fan.

Abuser.

You see the music video of

how Lothar wants to portray his
transformation and...

He's like, I'm going to write you my,
you know, sweet little Taylor Swift pop

ballad song, make a fool out of my
maker.

He wants to think about it as like he
was my fan and he made me. But of

the truth within that episode asserts
itself.

We cast Damien Atkins as Magnus. He's a
terrifying, vulnerable creature.

And the transformation that he inflicts
upon Lestat is incredibly

violent. Ready, and action.

We were trying to really make it as
brutal as we possibly could so that it

real contrast to his kind of gilded
music video version that he wanted to

And then Damien's got this incredible,
like, neck blood pump, you know, that

getting rained on beneath and blood
going into my eyes. And we tried to make

as gruesome as possible and really show
that it was an actual assault. And that

is something that LeDoc, like,
completely carries through his life. His

transformation was full -on kidnapping,
assault.

He's got to reconcile that on a daily
basis.

What happened at 29?

Nicolas de l 'Enfant.

My first love.

Don't bring him into eternity.

Disaster, my friend.

Gabriella cannot bear Nicky. I think she
really is being honest, and I think

she's absolutely right. She knows that
Lestat doesn't really want to spend

eternity with Nicky. Does Nicolas know
about us?

Us?

What is this?

This is one of those scenes that I was
really interested to see how they were

going to revisit the theater.

Je t 'aime.

Je t 'aime aussi.

This is basically a revisit of Armand's
story to Daniel in episode three of

season two, but now it's through
Lestat's eyes, which arguably is maybe

truthful version.

I love you, Lestat.

Christ. And there's also the dynamic of
Gabriella.

Oh, she doesn't like Armand.

Do you think you're the only one in the
company he drinks from? Do you think I

am the only one with disdain for his
fledgling? Armand is like the consummate

third wheel in every situation.

Louis enlistat Armand. Gabrielle
enlistat Armand. And Armand's jealousy

shows.

He knew that Nicky couldn't withstand
what it takes to live

this life.

He was already unstable before he became
a vampire, and Armand has seen vampires

succumb to the madness, so he's not
surprised when it finally turns.

I couldn't do it.

But I watched as Armand pushed him into
the fire and made sure he stayed there.

Malloy thinks he strikes gold, as it
turns out.

That's an illusion.

What am I looking at here? What is this?

No, yeah, it was frickin' weirdsville.
Two of you sat there for like half an

hour, eh? It is a mean -spirited prank
in the fact that Malloy didn't get it on

camera. But he is talking truth to
Malloy when he gives him his telepathic

about what happened there.

It's more of a shared experience between
the two of them. The anger is deep. To

some degree, Lestat is bullying Daniel.

And I don't respond well to bullying.
And I will push back hard.

We would like you to take care of our
problem in Detroit, Mr. Dulac.

The coven leader's name is Bruce.

I believe your Claudia spent a few
nights with him once.

At the end of episode two, Raglan James
tempts Louis with this getting revenge

on the guy who hurt Claudia. And Louis
has a big hole in his... and

he feels like doing this will fill it.
Making a brief call to share an

message with you. You got the wrong
address. The wrong address.

That first section, when he's trying to
get to Bruce, he's doing his job.

What? I'm looking for killer.

You're not killer. Okay.

He's become so adept at doing this.

He's very efficient.

And also, he's held himself back a lot
from having that kind of killer

So then when it comes out, it... Like,
it explodes.

The thing that I actually found
creepiest about that set was the

the people lying in there, fully
clothed.

And I was talking to one of the people
that was in the bathtub. I was like, is

that cold or is that warm?

And they were like, it's warm.

I was like, okay, so it's like a bath.

It's still horrible.

He wanted Bruce to understand on some
level a degree of the pain and of the

suffering that he put Claudia under.

You and I have a friend in common.

I personally had a kind of complicated
relationship with Louis reading

diary entry because I sort of felt like
that's not really his place. But I think

Louis thinks that he's speaking on her
behalf.

And it looked like he won.

And he did win.

Because I want nothing to be nothing.

It's just important that before he dies,
he can hear it for himself. The hell

that he created.

And then it's done.

I think one of the most poignant moments
of the season up to this point is when

you see him in that diner. I think he
realizes almost immediately that it

bring her back. It can't undo the pain.

Kai, you okay? How can I get you
anything else?

I'm good. Thank you, Regina.