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How did I get the tape?

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 going to make a run for it.

Rashid, they're going to turn you into broth bags because you couldn't hold it.

Hello.

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

Rashid? He loves the handsome thing you say. I wouldn't worry too much about

Rashid. Oh, I've been dreaming about the macro here.

The two Barcelos would fit.

If we replaced the couch.

I assumed we would. The couch and the table and the Antio Javelina.

Then, then, then.

How about DIY wallpaper with the Hockney lemons?

Like we're a Ferndale hotel lobby?

Okay. What do you think we should do with the wall?

How big is the Talamasca?

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?

Trump 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 Steins?

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.

Leave it there, then.

Wait for Revelation to enter the room.

We can help you find a publisher.

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 Malloy 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. Malloy would like to stay alive, Rashid.

Then perhaps he should have 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.

I thought as much.

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

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

I make no judgment of you. I am not interested in you. I'm interested in my

own vampire nature now.

What do you think a vampire is?

I don't pretend to know.

What is it? A flaccid, full-length play based on nothing other than the

superficial observations of the vampire Sam, his meditation on vampiric

existence and enduring.

Great. 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 a nine 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?

What is the end of the world, except a phrase?

I have lived now in two centuries, seeing 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.

It's quite lovely, Sam.

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

Thank you, Matt.

What does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world?

I thought I was being clever, nailing him to the stage.

And what is the end of the world?

Except a phrase.

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.

I walked by the theatre a fortnight ago.

I thought that it was dark. Yes, the theatre is updating its repertoire.

Isn't that exciting?

For those with roles in the updated repertoire, it's treacherously exciting.

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

Monsieur Leonco, the gentleman whose wealth has made our sacred arts possible

for the last 150 years.

Maître wishes to invite him to attend the premiere.

Ah, a lovely mission.

Of course, the difficulty is the...

Communications with your esteemed patron occur only one way.

Ask him when was the last time they were in communication.

Maybe ask when was the last time you spoke with him.

Hard to say.

Communications are irregular.

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 devote. Get on with it.

The day, the hour, the minute you last spoke with.

Telegram. New Orleans, Louisiana, early February 1940.

Illuminated by light.

In retrospect, the buffoon was in the audience.

Like the light by which God made the world before he made light. Scribbling

in the margins, oblivious to the conspiracy uniting around him.

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

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

Really? Yes.

You were an ancient vampire. You could read any mind you want.

I was enough.

You buy that? I buy that 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. Malloy talk to anyone during dinner? Just the chef when

ordering her.

Were you with Mr. Malloy 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. Malloy alone?

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

Why do you ask, love?

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.

Madeline, 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.

A little more vermouth next time, Rashid? I can make another.

No, it's good.

It's just his were better.

Go on, make your way down, very ingenious!

Stop going backwards!

We're stopping coming back, okay?

Okay, you see?

Write everything you want.

See you, son.

We'll see if this gives an alarm.

You going to run?

Don't.

Don't run.

A lot of noise just happened.

Miller Paris.

I got to 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.

That's good.

Sit down.

I'm going to clean up.

And then we can talk.

Vampire.

Where's the light switch?

Thank you.

Top of the morning.

I got that vault.

Different brushes, hands, things, 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 spell it for five times the price in a year.

30 times if he keeps drinking and dies.

And what then?

Reinvest. More Vols?

More Vols. More Mathieu, Solage, real estate, dividends, stocks with compound

interest.

Maybe a plane.

And who is going to fly your plane?

I'll fly it.

The first vampire capitalist, the first vampire pilot.

Why not?

Take off your clothes.

I am going through Sam's new papers. Clothes off, face down, in the coffin.

You can read them to me while I fuck you.

Probably really shallow now, but not insightful.

Human death and all this variety.

What's blood taste like?

You've bit your lip before.

No.

What's it like to drink blood?

Is it like drinking life itself?

Warm?

Thick? It's not the answer to life's mystery. It's food.

I need it.

I watch it fly along your veins.

Thank you, babe.

No. Why not?

No. Why not? Because once she starts, you can't stop her.

This a dressmaker? You're supposed to run out of time?

Um, yes, I'm the forbidden friend.

Madeline, this is Louie. Louie. She's reading one of your diaries in my

coffin. I won't touch her. She says another word, I'll break her arms and

throw her out the window. Pull up her chair.

Let's start again.

I'd like a couple months.

Louie. When you don't tear things down. This is Madeline. Or fuck things up. I

had you covered. Don't be that laugh at the dress I wore a while back.

She's funny, she's blunt, and it's a long story, but I killed in front of

her.

And she sat in the corner and watched while I bundled up bodies.

Didn't cry.

Didn't get flustered.

Since then, we've been talking.

Is it romantic?

No. No, not yet.

You were the thoughts, 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.

You want a companion?

She does.

Yes.

Last time I tried those young boys.

Back in... They all died, Louie.

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. Not 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 you 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, Major.

I ask for this.

Respectfully.

Respect comes without a field.

You're a manipulator, Claudia de Leoncourt.

No.

Close your minds.

Both of you.

I'll know it if you haven't.

They always think they're different.

Stronger.

Superior.

Jusqu'à ce que la solitude arrive.

Monsieur, ça fait longtemps que je suis toute sale.

Tu feras un monstre.

Si tu fais de moi un monstre, tu feras comme Transformer en ce que je suis

déjà.

Without the burden of me.

I said it to get him through the door.

Did you mean it?

Does it matter?

I got the result.

Getting results, Louis Delac.

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

Shortcut to the end of things?

That's your nerves talking now.

Tu vas manger des humains comme tu manges ta pomme.

Une part nuit.

Aucune pitié pour l'enfant, la mère, l'invalide.

Je suis un humain et j'aime ma nourriture.

Quand je serai un vampire, est-ce que j'aimerai ma nourriture?

Comment choisiras-tu qui tu es?

Je tuerai sur les bords. Les faibles d'abord.

Et occasionnellement, je me livrerai à mes appétits.

Et quand on est dernier vesti, toute une époque auront disparu.

There's been a war.

He thinks there's something left of my era.

He's going to say yes.

You're stronger. I can feel it.

I am.

It's harder too.

But you got to give up something.

To get something?

He's going to say yes.

La Gestapo est venue le chercher.

On a entendu un coup de feu quand la voiture a tourné au camp de la rue.

Et la femme qui habitait plus bas, allait mort de faim dans sa chambre,

portait des vêtements très chics, devenait de plus en plus maigre jusqu'à

ce qu'un jour, je regarde contre sa porte et elle était là.

Parce qu'elle avait des vêtements chics.

Parfois je le voyais dans leurs yeux, comme si c'était sur le point d

'abandonner.

Et moi j'ai survécu.

Moi j'ai suivi mes intents.

I found the love I needed.

Even when it was a dangerous love.

An eye with an eye.

And what will you do in a few decades?

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

Metzger in the bedroom, Metzger 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 were 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, repulsed.

Me. Well, at least we can agree it was a disingenuous act. I went in there open

-minded. You walked into Madden, outrageous. What's your mind made up?

Louis' opinion.

Claudia's opinion.

Let's see, let's see.

Fuck these vampires.

What I've learned, I've learned from draining men, reading their thoughts.

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

You do not know your vampire nature.

When I make a guido, Getze, he'll tell you the same.

What a guido never shows.

Santiago, where 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 ass tonight?

Is your...

Companion, duck up there. Chew in on your inner bits like a hamster.

Claudia, can you respectfully find another object to bop?

Always a yes, Major.

Projections are our aesthetic.

Or a crutch.

I am the director directing.

A play is a map for production.

No, a play...

is the script.

And there are no mentions in this script of projections.

That's your cue, Sam.

It's a work in progress.

Oh, I see.

Pick it up, what we left off. Well, if it is a work in progress.

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

He doesn't. He can't. He mustn't. Where are 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. This you honor in 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 fucking

dangling up here. That can be re...

Gustav!

We do horror shows so we can eat people!

You're fangless!

I love your work, ma'am.

Apologies. Well played, maître.

You come and read the script on stage. It's yours for the moment.

And around, humans on stage. Ignore him.

He'll be back.

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.

A telescopic lens stolen from the observatory at Meudon.

A film company shooting the crime thriller Port d'Orient delayed when its

inventory of color film stock is snatched.

A gang of drunkards hanging off the side of the Eiffel Tower, all facing south by

southwest, all muttering in unison.

Gone by the time police arrived by elevator.

Crimes all left unsolved.

A thousand humans arrive in Paris, each carrying a suitcase.

What's one more vampire?

Why are we still talking about this? This will be behind us. I'm not

satisfied with your answer. Those we make ourselves will always despise us

for it.

Celestine is still.

There's the Mardem, the silly plot.

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.

We could fail.

The woman could turn into one of those drooling revenants and fall back in.

You shouldn't do it.

You shouldn't tell me in my mind. I can't keep it closed any longer. I want

you to come.

I want you to witness.

Why?

Because it can be beautiful.

We can bring one in a good way.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Make sure we're not bothered.

Yeah?

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.

It's right for my life.

I'm going to go pay the iftar.

Yeah, me too.

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

Listen to my voice.

I won't let anything go wrong.

Don't worry about the blood.

It's the blood that made you.

Madeline welcomed my fangs, the lamb smiling up at the wolf

with unsettling passivity.

She watched the lamb while I fed on her.

That's good. That's right.

You're turning cold now.

Me too.

And Claudia guided her softly down the path.

Down the dark path.

Hold on to my voice.

Drank with reverence.

I drank with obligation.

Disjoint fragments of Madeline'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.

The rage and humiliation of a trial by mob.

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 Madeline perceived her, was splendid,

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.

Did she take it?

Yeah.

Yeah, she is.

They're both on their way.

I told them to get out of town.

They're out of town.

And I know that because I can feel her.

Madeline, this stranger.

My fledgling.

What's happened here?

I opened my wrist back up, gagged myself, tried to throw the blood back

up.

I thought I 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.

It is a difficult one, but one worth having.

You'll find your way back to each other.

What's in the suitcase?

Some clothes.

A few books.

Cutting from a magnolia tree I've been growing.

Might have killed me.

Hunted the three of you down.

Caught you, burned you.

I don't know if it will satisfy their might be hostilities or the fur.

Bloodless vampirical.

You broke with the Coven?

They gave me a choice.

I chose.

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.

It's too important a moment in our story for these games.

Oh, is there a game being played?

You remembered.

What you did to yourself in San Francisco, and you're angry that I

erased it.

I am.

You have no right to be.

You asked me to do it.

What? He's full of shit.

I failed, Louis, once in my life. It wasn't in San Francisco. I will 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. Malloy.

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 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 a sharper 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.

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

Three days after we abandoned him.

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

We've been burying our meals outside St. Denis.

Flowers starting to pop up on 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 pine cones.

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

What was your what? The replacement. What?

To thank you for falling right back into Daddy Lou's shoes.

And thank you for never treating me like a child.

Take some lessons, Libby.

Are you thinking of coming back to Paris? Trash piles and men who smell

like... We're going to Wander.

Wander? Mm-hmm.

Wander. This one?

See the straight line of the next X on the map?

This is the X, Louis.

All right.

Okay, well, to finding the X.

Stop it. Okay.

How do you like my coffin?

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

Estelle isn't smearing makeup all over herself or humming off key. Singing off

key. No one is forcing me to listen to their gossip or solve their petty

crisis.

Please.

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

I'm sorry for that.

You're out there?

I cannot read your mind.

The architect of our...

I made you. That's just the way it is. Yes, but I feel you, Louis.

I feel you too, Madeline.

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.

He gets enough affection. I don't need his head getting too big to get out the

door.

Take a stretch.

Or do me another.

Love.

There he goes.

Mm-hmm. There he goes.

Will he get through the door with that big head?

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

That's a little personal.

They gave him a choice.

He chose.

Ladies and gentlemen, mesdames et messieurs, awful and awfulestes, and all

those who flourish outside the divide, welcome.

For 150 years, we here at the Théâtre des Vampires have shown you, you,

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.

Because today, we're turning our lurid spotlight on ourselves.

I stand before you in broad...

daylight at this first-ever matinee at the Théâtre des Vampires to perform for

your salacious gratification.

Are you ready, you filthy animals?

The jury

may be seated.

Times for which this iniquitous trio stand accused.

The making of a vampire from a mortal child.

It's a minute to your interim, Mr. Dianko.

Mr. Dianko?

Thank you.

meditated murders of the vampires Antoinette Brown and the vampire Le Dac

de Leoncourt.