All language subtitles for Interview with the vampire - 2x01

Daniel:
Memory is a monster.

We forget.
It doesn't.

♪

Louis: Your book makes no
mention of our prior meeting.

Daniel: Yeah, well, things
didn't end well the last time,

so a do-over.

Truth and reconciliation.

The year was 1910.

Tom: Louis, let me introduce you
to Mr. Lestat de Lioncourt.

Paul: That man Lestat?
He the devil.
Paul!

I can swap this life of shame,
swap it out for a dark gift.

I love you, Louis.

Be my companion.

Daniel: Rashid,
did you always work for him?

You are getting access

to very precious items
from the archives.

Claudia was everything.

I loved her unconditionally.

There are four pages
torn out.

She wrote about it,
and I'd like to read it.
No.

Claudia:
Who am I supposed to love?

You two have each other.

Lestat: She is poisoning Louis
against me.

This is how it has to be
for me.

For my family.

This is not a life!

That's 'cause
you took my life!

Louis: The tapes are
an admitted performance.

This is the premise
of our interview.

The odyssey
of recollection.

I'm gonna go out there
and find other vampires.

The vampires out there
are vicious.

Claudia:
I'm going to kill him.

We were going to
kill Lestat.

Daniel: So what
did you do with it?

We threw him in a trunk and
left him out with the garbage.

We got in our car
and drove away.

A merchant vessel,

newly christened
and headed for Europe,

ready to begin the adventure
of our lives.

Well, you didn't
kill Lestat.

You chose Lestat over her
time and time again.

And you're still
Louis the pimp

paying a whore to sit in a room
and talk with you.

Rashid:
This session is over.

Louis can sometimes act up.

I protect him from himself.

What was that you said
about memory?

A monster, was it?

Daniel Malloy, I'd like you
to meet the vampire Armand,

the love of my life.

[* gentle orchestral music]

[* music intensifies]

[rumbling and crashing echoes]

[wind blusters]

[distant explosions]

[page turning]

[Louis] She writes here,
"I do not dream."

I can confirm that.

At least, that's what
she said to me once

when I was talking about
one of my dreams,

which were erratic and often
in those years.

[page turning]

Of course, she might have
said that to shut me up,

but yet she writes it here,

so let's believe it.

- [banging]
- [Molloy] Let's.

[metal door crashing]

- [straining]
- [Louis] She continues.

"We traveled light
in our ancestral home.

We slept in the earth,

took circuitous routes
around the mad army

goose-stepping its way
towards Mother Russia."

[Armand] Some would say a
poorly timed European holiday.

[Molloy] Disregard.

[Louis] Not for Claudia.

[panting]

[* light classical music]

- [she sighs]
- [man groaning in pain]

[groaning continues]

[Louis] All those years,

scouring libraries
for evidence of our kind.

She wasn't going to let
humanity's ideological rift

- delay her.
- [she shrieks]

[man groaning]

[groaning continues]

[Louis] And the horrors
we walked over every night.

[man spluttering]

The precision of trains
speeding to atrocity.

They only calcified
her determination

to find others she could
better relate to.

[she grunts, man gasping]

- [innards splattering]
- And re-reading these pages,

it's clear she didn't think
I qualified any longer.

Can you imagine never dreaming?

Would you look forward to sleep?

Or would it terrify you
when the day broke?

Or is it the sleep of an infant?

Tabula rasa.

Once again, that's the voice
of a vampire - Armand,

but continue to disregard it
as he remains off the record.

It's Louis' interview,
Mr. Molloy.

- You're at the table.
- I'm in our dining room.

You're not dining.

An ancient doesn't need the
blood as often as the young do.

Intriguing and disregarding.

[nearby explosion]

[distant explosions]

[speaking in German]

[* light classical music]

[Louis] She had stowed us away
in ships, trains and wagons.

She had asked the desperate
farmers and rationed soldiers

to teach her their languages
before she killed them.

And when she had
cobbled together

enough words and grammar,

she stopped asking.

Claudia was a thing
of little indecision,

a manic tour guide.

And any castle with ties
to Vlad Tepes or Vlad Dracul,

however slight,
had to be explored.

And I endured it all
for Claudia,

whose rage toward me and
my refusal to burn Lestat

had dulled into
a bitter silence.

This war.

It's affecting the blood.

Been drinking misery,

hopelessness.

It's in the blood,
we're taking it in.

Taking it on.

[grunts] I'm thinking
that's why we can't get warm,

warm up.

You think that's it?

[imitates Claudia]
"Louis...

did you say something?"

Thank you for asking.

I did say something, Claudia.

I said I'm cold.

I'm sleeping
in a hole every night.

I'm worn to a nub.

How about you?

"Well, brother Lou,

I'm a little low myself.

- But, uh..."
- Air raid.

[plane engines roar]

[explosions]

[Louis] It wasn't
the murdering Hun

or beasts of Ivan,

or the fire raining down
from the RAF

that chased the vampire away.

The vampire hadn't
been here for centuries.

The few scraps of
forensic proof we found

made the case plain,

but Claudia was unassailable.

Like... like some
deranged geologist

waving a woolly
mammoth tusk saying,

"Let's knock on
the neighbor's door,

there must be one inside."

[* light classical music]

[sighs]

It's dead.

Maybe it's time we go home.

[Louis] "He asked me
if we can go home.

Home?

Can there be a more
offensive question?

Run back to New Orleans.

Pry up his bones,
why don't you?

Louis de Pointe du Lac.

Dead weight."

I want to thank you...

for the memories you helped
restore the other night.

I understand these diaries
much better now.

And I want to thank you, Louis,
for yesterday's

eight hours on how to avoid
the sun and torpedoes

while cruising
the Mediterranean war theater.

And tonight's
two hours and counting

on chasing old world vamps
who never materialize.

You ever read 'Moby Dick',
Real Rashid?

I'm here to serve.

Ah. Yeah, sure.

I'm sorry, this is...
this is so weird.

Where did they send you when

Shah Rukh Khan over here
was playing you?

Is there a panic room
behind the stolen Rembrandt?

My love ran a theater company
for 150 years, Daniel.

Your love was in a box

pondering
a premediated neck wound,

according to Claudia.

She wrote it,
let's choose to believe it.

Unworthy in San Francisco,
unworthy in Dubai.

Disregard.

[wind blusters]

[distant explosions]

[distant plane passes overhead]

[* solemn music]

[shivering]

[gasps]

[Lestat] Hmm.

[gasps]

Bonjour, mon amour.

- No.
- Oui.

No.

Is it the same question?

Go away.

Or do you miss me?

I miss you.

Despite our recent
unpleasantness...

- still missing each other.
- Claudia!

Hmm! Four years
of grim wayfaring

and still no sight
of the benevolent vampire.

So, how does denial
manifest itself tonight?

Sniffing German brandy?

You're not here,
I'm just fucked in the head.

Quite fucked.

- Was she worth it?
- Yes.

- You say it like you believe it.
- I do, I do.

I do, I do.

- I do.
- Stop!

[Lestat] I do, I do.

I do, I do.

I do! I d...

[Lestat gasping]

[blood flowing]

- [gasping]
- [bat screeching]

Oh. Purgatory is
a lovely room for music.

I have a new piece, Concerto
for Gashed Throat and Orchestra.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't say it again.

You ruin it with remorse.

It was a perfect betrayal.

You gave me a death
of distinction.

[Claudia] Trucks!

[distant explosion]

- [shivering]
- But in answer to your question.

Yes.

I'm gonna bloody kill you.

If you were alive you'd
have done it already.

Hmm. [chuckles softly]

Oh, love.

I'm merely waiting
until you're happy.

So hurry up, mon cher.

[Louis] I had taken
7,000 souls by then.

- Argh!
- But Lestat was the only one

that felt like murder.

Semantics, surely,

but it's how I felt.

He came by invitation.

My distraction from
the monochromatic landscape.

The gray of
an obliterated road,

the gray-brown of a charred
and bullet-ridden city.

In Germany, Herr Hitler had
popped a pill in his bunker

and Europe celebrated.

But in Romania, the champagne
fizzled and went flat.

[man speaking in Russian]

Soviets replaced Nazis.

- [man speaking in Russian]
- War became occupation.

[Claudia telepathically]
Why they shooting up coffins?

Windows shuttered,
doors bolted.

[Louis] Like every other
village we seen,

folks left when
the Russians rolled in.

[Claudia] Folks left? So who
ran garlic around these doors?

Who nailed the crucifix
to the wall?

Why don't you knock and ask?

Just like in the books, they
think garlic protects them.

- Your books?
- They think we hate Jesus.

Don't start back
with your books!

- Your books are bullshit.
- There's a vampire been here.

Another crucifix.

Hey, now. Okay, okay.

- Oh, shit.
- Look like you should.

Don't say anything
about anything.

[woman speaks in Romanian]

American?

Okay. War, all have sad story.

You understanding my English?

Yeah.

Emilia.

Mary.

This is my father, Robert.

We're tired,
we could use a place to sleep.

We got things to thank you with.

[bottles clinking]

Vodka?

Oh, yeah.

You will make the friends.

No more beds.

Boiler room,
you can use for night.

Warm, boiler loud.

Thank you. That'll be fine.

American!

[hush descends, baby crying]

They are not used to seeing
man with good looks.

And, uh, the rest of everyone?

Most from town,
some can't go home.

Home is gone.

How come you're all
living out here?

Stone walls, metal doors.

Is something going on
out in the woods?

Bombs in ground, wolves,

maybe German soldiers
who don't know war is over.

Maybe something, uh, worse.

- [Claudia] Or maybe vampires.
- [Louis] Please!

[Claudia] Oh, look,

soldiers with garlic
around their necks.

- [Louis] No, no, no, no, no!
- Oh.

Soup for cigarettes.
Bad trade for you.

But God will forget
when you die.

God "not" forget.

[indistinct background chatter]

[chickens clucking]

Americans?

I haven't heard a word of
English in half a year.

Say something, anything.

- Uh, something, anything.
- Oh!

- Hello.
- Hello.

What am I talk?

Oh, you, darling,
are talk broken English

by an Englishman too enamored
with his student

- to do the job properly.
- Mm-hm.

This Robert.

Uh, Louis.

She's a quick studier actually

and very resourceful and I'm
desperately in love with her.

I hear you have vodka.

This Morgan.

Morgan Ward,
correspondent Daily Herald.

They've forgotten I'm here.

And I've forgotten
your name already.

It's, uh, Louis.

Louis! Louis, wonderful strange.

Welcome to, no question,
hell on Earth!

And you? What's your name, sweetheart?

Why are they shooting up
graves outside?

This is my daughter, Mary.

Oh.

[bell ringing]

Uh, Andrei.

Maybe you can take Mary here
to meet the other children.

I'm fine, sir, thank you.

Go ahead, Mary.
Go and meet the other children.

I bet they know everything
about this place.

Wait, that's wrong.

She didn't say that
in front of Claudia.

Say what? Who?

The wolves, the Germans,
something worse.

Emilia, she would not have
said that in front of Claudia.

Wolves, maybe German soldiers
who don't know war is over.

Maybe something, uh, worse.

She thought Claudia was a child.
Claudia left.

And then she said it.

Is something going on
out there in the woods?

Bombs in ground, wolves,

maybe Germans who
don't know war is over.

Maybe something... worse.

Yes.

Yes!

That's how it went.

We should get
every detail right.

In total agreement.

Perhaps this would be a time
to take a break, Louis.

[drink pouring]

You know, Real Rashid,
I'm pretty good at my job,

a bright young reporter
with a point of view.

Interviewed a fallen
Catholic archbishop,

four Enron vice presidents,

and if they've got
something to hide

they always start with
some kind of disguise.

Not literally, not some
dumb Halloween costume,

gloves, contact lenses.

They tell jokes,
they're charming.

And then at some crisis point,
when I get close,

it drops away and I see
a flash of the truth.

Armand didn't want me to do
the interview, Daniel.

Still don't.

But he wanted to be close to it,
right, Real Rashid?

I mean, hey, whatever it is
they're trying to hide,

I'm probably not
going to crack it,

which is, you know, who cares?
Happens all the time.

But I wanna ask you, as a member
of the inferior species,

why say,
"Hey, vampires are real.

Here's almost all the story"?

Thank you, Rashid.

That's why I'm coming
after you, Real Rashid.

You I can fucking break!

If you'll excuse me.

[children singing in Romanian]

Wins what?

Ow!

She got all tore up when
our boys started shipping out.

Volunteered for the Red Cross.

A sainted wife.

Yeah, grew up
in a military family.

Kind of woman you can't
argue much with.

I am familiar with the breed.

[softly] Up your bum.

[glasses clink]

Okay.

[* light jazz plays on radio]

[Morgan sighs]

Why are they firing
into coffins here?

[Morgan laughs]

Farm boys commanded
by farm boys.

German amphetamines,

the superstitions of
a backward country.

Mad fog in the dirt,
trees and rivers.

I keep my trousers pinned
at the ankle when I sleep

for fear it will get me too.

This is an old country

with old things in it.

More mad fog, and she's
currently village prefect.

- I believe you.
- Oh, I do too.

I believe everything
you say, Emilia.

- [she smirks]
- Marry me.

[she laughs]

When the priest comes back.

- [radio crackles]
- [Morgan laughs]

That's our little joke.

The priest was dragged away
by our Soviet friends.

And by dragged,

I mean, tied to a truck
and dragged.

- [radio static]
- [Emilia] Something out there

with soul disturbed.

Disturbed?

[owl hooting]

[twig snapping]

[bell ringing]

[rasping snarl]

[rasping snarl]

- [loud rasping snarl]
- [men] Argh! Argh! Argh!

[Claudia shudders]

[rasping breaths]

[man groaning]

[snarling]

[groaning continues]

[slurping]

Argh!

[man gasping]

[body slumps]

[rasping snarl]

Argh!

Oh!

- [man groans]
- [rasping breaths]

[newsreader] The triumph
over Hitler's evil

can be felt throughout France,

and in no more
fantastic an example

than the priceless
works of art

being bundled up
in the countryside,

lifted on to trucks

and returned to their
rightful place in Paris.

And we of
the BBC World Service,

speaking for the rest
of the western world,

send a most grateful thankyou
to our allies in France

with one of your very own.

[* "Y'A Pas D'Printemps"
by Edith Piaf plays]

[Edith Piaf singing on radio]

[sighs heavily] Mm!

[indistinct chatter]

[chuckles]

Are you a Red, Louis?

You say something?

I did.

Didn't catch it.

Then I'll repeat myself.

Are you... a Red?
No judgement. Simple question.

I am...

a magical vodka Negro.

Having the first alright night
in quite a while. C'mon now.

You're either a deserter
or a Bolshevik, which is it?

This is why you have
no friends, old man.

[Louis] I told you already.

- I'm looking for my wife.
- Oh.

It's printed on albumen.

I really want to hear
the lady sing.

I take my own photographs,
I make more money that way.

And your dutiful wife's
photograph

was taken by
a glass-plate camera,

printed on albumen paper.

That makes this 30 years old,
which would make her...

sixty, sixty-five,

and the birth of your daughter
a medical miracle.

This is a road you really
don't want to go down.

I like you.
You seem like a good man.

If you can be quick with it.
Song's half over.

If you're AWOL, turn back around
and take your punishment.

It'll be paradise in comparison
to Uncle Joseph's utopia.

That it?

That's it.

That was unkind.

I'm cutting you off
and taking your woman.

Never mess with
a magical vodka Negro.

May I have this dance?

If you're a Bolshevik,
you're making a fool's bet.

You really want to marry him?

He's got the big one
down the pants.

[Louis laughs]

[Claudia] Daddy!

I fell out a tree.

It was this big grayish thing

and clothes were rotting off it
like it died in 'em. Do it!

- [snapping]
- Aargh!

It was strong and it killed

- and carried off its kill.
- Was it a vampire?

It had fangs,
what else would it be?

- A snake, a baboon.
- Baboons?!

- Baboons got fangs.
- We're in Romania! Baboons?

[banging]

[rats squeaking and scurrying]

Did it speak?
Did you try telepathy?

- Yes.
- Yes, it spoke?

- Yes, I tried telepathy.
- So it didn't speak?

I think it was sick.

Why are you laughing with them,
giving out your real name?

You even notice
while you're making friends,

everyone's got a crucifix,
wearing garlic.

[crunching, rat shrieks]

Mortals are scared of vampires

in a part of the world
known for vampires,

ain't a surprise or evidence
of an actual vampire!

There's one of us out there!

But if he can't take you
ballroom dancing

and tell you you're pretty,
hell with him, is that it?

- Hello, grudge!
- No! Mm-mm!

I forgave you
for messing up my plan,

I did not forgive you
for bringing him with you.

In a landfill with five years
of garbage on top.

In here! You carry him in here.

You slow us down!

What were you gonna ask him
if he could talk?

Change the subject when the
truth blinds you.

Who made you?

And then what? Who made
the one that made you?

What are we looking for here,
Adam and Eve of the damned?

God? Are we looking
for God, Claudia?

Yeah, get in the hole.

I've known exactly
four vampires in my life

and you've all been the worst.

Lestat, Antoinette,
the motherfucker and you.

I'm looking for one,
just one,

that ain't a goddamn bastard!

Memories just keep bubbling up.

[people arguing nearby]

[Louis] I woke that night
to the sound of chaos

erupting nearby.

Claudia was, uh...

- [nearby arguing continues]
- [Claudia moaning softly]

She was dreaming.

Her head twitching
like you would.

Maybe you're just, uh...

- frosting the pie.
- No.

I can feel her.

[nearby arguing continues]

[Louis] I can feel her
next to me.

She's having a nightmare.

What's worse than a nightmare?

If your soul's
projecting out its fears,

at least it's up and running.

But the absence of anything?

The void.

The nothing.

Pieces...

coming back.

Hours,

nights.

Objects...

surfacing in water.

[* poignant music]

It was just something she wrote.

But it wasn't true.

She could dream.

Thank you.

If you wanna take that break.

[softly] No.

No.

I want this.

To remember.

[* poignant music continues]

[nearby arguing continues]

[Louis] She woke up
to the noise.

We arrived back
on the factory floor

to a maddening swirl
of shouting

and Red Army soldiers.

- [woman groaning loudly]
- [Morgan] For God's sake!

Louis, please, help bring
some damn sanity to the room!

[Emilia groans in pain]

- [soldier speaks in Russian]
- They think she's a monster.

Louis or Robert, or whoever
the hell you are, just help me!

[speaking in Russian]

- [speaking in Russian]
- Look, look!

Look! Look!

Look! Look!

- Look. Look. Right!
- [speaking in Russian]

[crowd shouting]

[Emilia groans in pain]

[crowd gasps]

No!

[Emilia groans in pain]

[Claudia telepathically]
Are you coming or not?

They're going to butcher her!

Louis, for God's sake,
do something!

[Louis] Human affairs.

Help her, for God's sake!

[Louis] Death
and how to avoid it.

- She was getting them rabbits.
- [soldier speaks in Russian]

- Their problem.
- [Morgan speaks in Russian] No!

No, don't! Don't! Don't!

[axe crashes, screaming]

[Louis] Our concern
was in the woods.

[engine idling, man urinates]

- [Claudia singing in Romanian]
- [soldier gasps]

[twig snapping]

[soldier groaning in pain]

- [soldier speaks in Russian]
- [snarling]

[soldier screaming]

That look like a baboon?

[rasping snarl]

[rasping snarl]

- [rasping snarl]
- [Claudia] It's okay.

It's okay, he's yours.
We don't want him.

[rasping snarl]

What the hell is that?

It's...

a vampire.

No, I'm a vampire. That's
a fucking catfish with teeth.

It's dirty.

[snarling]

It doesn't like us.

Us, you, the same.

Not the same,
not even close. Uhh!

[Claudia] Louis!

[snarling]

[both groaning]

[she shrieks]

- [Claudia] Louis!
- [gunshot]

Uhh!

[Louis straining]

[Louis gasping]

[rasping snarl]

Louis!

[Claudia shrieks]

[Louis] Claudia!

[Claudia shrieking]

[rasping scream]

[rasping breaths]

[she comforts] Shh! Shh!

[rasping breaths]

[she grunts]

[rasping screams]

[grunting continues]

[she screams]

[sobbing]

A woman vampire.

An angry woman vampire.

A mom.

[Louis] Words, language,
and moving slow enough

we sensed she wanted us
to follow.

I'm not stopping.

Me neither.

[Louis] And so we did.

Through the forest,
as if a fairy tale.

But even if we could
get her to talk to us,

what would she say?

What, after all,

can the damned
really say to the damned?

[man shivering]

[female vampire
singing in Romanian]

[man gasping]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[man gasping]

Yes.

Yes.

Tell her about the blood.

Say it in English.

The blood is bad here.

[Claudia translates]

The humans...

there's too much sadness,
too much pain.

[Claudia translates]

We feel it too when we drink.

[Claudia translates]

- We can't get warm.
- [Claudia translates]

- [man gasping]
- Our bodies hurt.

[Claudia translates]

Maybe you need better blood.

[Claudia translates]

America.

[female vampire
singing in Romanian]

[singing continues]

[female vampire laughs]

What's she saying?

What's she saying?

Louis.

Claudia.

Yah!

[she shrieks]

[Louis] And that is how
we met the old world vampire.

We've received an aggressive
offer for the Bacon triptych.

Oh? I didn't know
we'd made it available.

It's a new name so I'll have
to run due diligence,

but it's a number
you wouldn't anticipate.

Could I see the pages
we removed?

Of Claudia's diaries.

We made an agreement.

I don't know what else
is blurred or misremembered.

My name is in
some of those pages.

I sit across from him

and reckon with
the knowledge I don't know

what other mis-rememberings
made into it.

I won't share them with him
but I need to read them again.

May I make an observation?

I've lost control
of the interview.

Yes.

He's skilled.

He wants you in pieces
for the privilege

of putting them back together
as he sees fit.

- It's his job.
- It's his drug.

He's reveling in it.

- You should end it.
- No.

Put him back on a plane
is what I mean.

No.

[Louis sighs]

I'll have Rashid assemble
the pages removed.

[Louis sighs]

[metallic creaking]

What's the observation?

The boy we met in San Francisco.

The one who fumbled over
his tape recording device,

who barely understood
the meaning

of the story he was being told.

He's still in there, somewhere.

We can find him.

We can have him saying what
happened next in no time.

How?

We do it together.

Like everything we've done
for the past 70 years.

[metallic creaking]

[whistling a tune]

Good morning.

Uh-huh.

So, fellas, what's up?

You have our attention.

Yeah?

Yeah.

On the record?

Okay.

Um...

Session ten, the vampire Louis

and the vampire Armand.

You went west.

Claudia was entirely broken.

She had left a part of herself
in Romania.

I knew I had to steer her
far away from it.

I chose the city that called
to us on the radio.

To the mother of New Orleans.

- Members of my coven sensed--
- Uh, uh, uh.

We'll get to you.

The war had turned off
the lights,

stripped its streets
of their beauty,

sent its avant-garde into exile.

But now, the whole world
was ready to return,

to remake their lives.

Pilgrims on their hopeful way.

[* light classical music]

I wanna say something to you.

I don't need to hear
anything back,

I just need you to hear me.

Hard words and soft words.

The hard.

Our life is shit.

It's been shit.

It is shit.
It's gonna be shit again.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

No one's watching,
no one cares.

A shit life beats no life.

But where we're going now
we can't be running away again.

Doesn't mean we forget
what we saw.

What she did in front of us.

If I see you going that way,
I'm going pull you back.

I don't need that from you.

As long as you walk the Earth,

I'll never taste the fire,
you understand me?

We're going to find
others like us.

And if it ain't here,
cos life is shit,

or I fuck it up again,
or you fuck it up,

we'll go to the next place.

We can't be the only
good ones out there.

Soft words.

If you were
the last vampire on Earth...

it would be enough.

[* music intensifies]

You and me.

Me and you.

You and me.

Me and you.

You and me!

Okay.

Okay.

[* music continues]

[* music stops]

Louis: Don't be afraid.

Just start the tape.

Welcome
to the Théâtre des Vampires.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Americans are here!

[ All cheering ]

Claudia: It's different here.
I love it.

I never want to leave.

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

Louis:
They've got a shrine to him.

What if they find out
we killed him?

Lestat: We both now exist

in two different worlds.

[Shouts indistinctly]

Are you schizophrenic,
Louis?

Lestat:
Doomed. Always doomed.

Claudia:
Picked another one over me!

What about me and you,

you and me, me and you?!

Let me tell you
a little something

about 18th-Century Armand.

You fear Armand.

You should fear the other one.

Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Lestat,
Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Lestat!

♪

♪

Episode one is called
"What Can the Damned

Really Say
to the Damned"?

It is very much
the recognition of being damned

and looking for an answer.

And there is no answer.

O'Byrne: In the early stages
of development

of season one,

we were originally gonna do
the entire first book

in one season,
and there was always a thought

that we would have
Louis and Claudia

post-New Orleans
and pre-Paris

to have this episode
of upheaval,

where they're
in the European war theater

and they're searching
out these vampires.

[Explosions]

Anderson: Louis and Claudia
are, like,

right in the thick of it.

I think it's a very bold way
to start.

It was really exciting to feel

like you're taking
these characters

completely out
of their comfort zone.

Claudia and Louis are at odds
with each other

because of how
season one left off.

This war...

it's affecting
the blood.

Louise's kind of trying
to earn back

Claudia's trust in him,

but Claudia's
very reluctant to hear it.

[Soldier whimpering]

Hayles: The scene where I threw
the heart at Louie,

it was really exciting
to film.

The guy that played
the dead soldier,

he was very sweet
about everything.

He was like, "Hit me in the
chest as hard as you want."

And I was like,
"I'm not gonna do that."

Anderson: I had the heart
in my hand

and then just, like, preloaded
it and then bit into it,

and it's just like an explosion
of sugar in your mouth.

So I spent the rest of the night
just, like, just buzzing.

♪

♪

[Gasps]

Johnson:
If you've committed murder

and you've killed somebody
you love more than anyone else,

that's gonna stick with you
for a while.

Louis...

Lestat haunts Louis,
and it is a fixation.

Louis is never going
to shed Lestat.

The way
to approach "Dreamstat,"

which is what Jacob called him,

I definitely tried to bring
as much Louis into that Lestat

as I possibly could.

He's mimicking his
body language.

I do, I do.

He repeats the words
that he says in the same way.

I do.
Stop!

So you kind of really get the
sense that this is also Louis.

I do, I do.

Johnson: Claudia is looking
for where she belongs,

where she comes from.

Where are there other vampires?

[Vampires hissing]

[Man screaming]

[Gasps]

We encounter
the revenant vampire,

which is described in the book
as a zombie vampire.

Anne Rice's vampires
are so human.

[Speaks
foreign language]

It's such a departure
from these kind of, like,

beautified, glamorous vampires.

Oh, sorry.
It's just really fun.

It's a vampire.

Louis: Oh.
No, I'm a vampire.

That's catfish
with teeth.

Action!

The sequence
that we're doing today

is the revenant attacking Louis.

We got a wire system that's
lifting our actor Jacob

up in the air as if he's
being strangled by the neck.

Louis!

And then Claudia does
a big wire-assisted leap,

lands on his back, rips
his eyes out, saves the day.

Delaney is really good.

She's actually really
very handy in a wire.

It's been a lot of fun. I
actually really enjoy stunts.

I like doing physical things,

so the more I could do,
the more I wanted to do.

A lot of harness work,

a lot of leg locking
around actors and pulling.

Ateah: The trickiest thing is
her ripping his eyes out.

So our idea for cheating it

was to slap her fingers
onto his eyes

and cover it
with the revenant's hands,

and then they drop
to their knees,

and we use that
as a stitch point

where we can put in
the prosthetic eye makeup

and cover it
with Delaney's hands.

Eyeballs are kind of
in the palm of my hand,

and I'm gouging, gouging.
[Pop!] Pop them out.

Dirk's amazing
and Dirk's really tall,

so when I was locking
my legs around him,

the harness had to be there.

The sounds that he makes
as the revenant

and how he embodies
it is really amazing.

Louis: Claudia!

[Screaming]

[Screeching]

[Screaming]

A woman vampire.

O'Byrne: Claudia has never met
a vampire

that she was fully on board
with,

and finally meeting
this female vampire

that she appears
to make a connection with

is so joyful for her.

[Speaks foreign
language]

[Speaks foreign
language]

Anderson: Dasiana throwing
herself in the fire--

It's a brutal,
brutal moment.

Hayles: That kind of solidifies
everything

that Claudia thinks of herself

and what it means
to be a vampire.

It's a lonely life.

Johnson: The interview becomes
more important in season two.

This is the first time

that Armand has been
in this conversation.

Bogosian:
I think Armand is trying

to knock Molloy off his game.

I think he's trying
to frighten Molloy.

May I make
an observation?

I've lost control
of the interview.

Yes.
He's skilled.

He wants you in pieces
for the privilege

of putting them
back together

as he sees fit.
It's his job.

It's his drug.

Armand wants to protect
himself,

but also he wants to protect
his relationship with Louis

and what they have.

He feels he has no choice

except to come in sharing
the narrative with Louis.

Louie: Claudia was
entirely broken.

She had left a part of herself
in Romania.

I knew I had to steer
her far away from it.

I want to say
something to you.

In the van on the way
to Paris,

he's kind of planting a flag
in the ground and saying, "Look,

we've been through it.

We're gonna keep
going through it."

We're gonna find others
like us.

Regardless of what happens,
I will be here.

If you were
the last vampire on Earth...

...it would be enough.

Okay.

Okay.

♪

♪

[* light classical music]