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Perused
a few folklore anthologies,

and now you're going
to cross the ocean

and take on a society
of monsters.

I've known exactly
four vampires in my life,

and you've all been the worst.

I'm looking for one
that ain't a goddamn bastard!

Parents named me Bruce.

Sent about 20 of us over
to a place called Copenhagen.

Louis: Don't start back
with your books.

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

Another crucifix.

Claudia: Louis!

A woman vampire.

Armand: The boy we met

in San Francisco --
he's still in there.

We can have him saying

what happened next
in no time.

We're gonna find
others like us.

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

Paris...
Hard to put it into words now.

For what Paris means
to me now is

very different from what
it meant to me then.

- May I try?
- Please.

Paris was
an awakening for Louis.

Paris was a hunger.

Paris was many things
in those days.

Even now, to think of it,
setting aside certain events,

I feel something close to
happiness when I think of it.

- The name alone - Paris.
- Paris sucks.

But you proposed
to your Alice in Paris.

And she divorced me
in Staten Island. Paris sucks.

Paris is a universe
all to herself...

Macarons are bullshit,
café culture is boring.

Paris was Nazi
scar tissue at the time.

It was healing, just as
Claudia and I were healing.

Gotta pick twice the pockets
in this town to get anywhere.

"Confiance en vaut plusieurs

si on prend du temps
pour la trouver."

- What?
- "Truth is more valuable

if it takes you
a few years to find it."

What you said is,
"Trust is worth several

if we take a few years
to find it."

A little rust
on the mother tongue.

Lotta rust. And I'm looking
for francs and diamonds.

- Truth don't pay the rent.
- No salt, no butter.

Can't have milk
unless you got a newborn.

And read here, "Hospitals
running low on plaster of Paris

for a record number of broken
bones due to decalcification

and undernourishment."
You want francs in pockets?

These people are broke.

Maybe we chose the wrong town.

I saw a woman tonight in
a patchy five-year-old dress

putting on
a brand new lipstick.

And what's that supposed to say?

Says Paris is on her way back.
Give her a little time is all.

What makes you think
Paris is a woman?

- Oh, now I know you're hungry.
- Tell me what a woman is?

I'll tell you what a woman is.

Where you want to hunt?
Bourse looks dark.

Always following the blackouts.
Blackouts are easy.

Mmm. So you want a hard meal,
francs and diamonds,

and heaven to open up and rain
down mink stoles, is that it?

That's a start.

for traveling vampires
to make themselves known

- to a local coven.
- Gauche.

We didn't
get that memo.

De Gaulle's Paris
had me etherized.

Ah! The whitest of lies
turning 77 this year.

Do not leave Dubai until
you've made him retract it.

Uh-huh.

If Claudia and I were looking
over our shoulder at all

it was in astonishment
our skin did not attract

the same attention
it did in America.

Right, because
there wasn't any racism

in mid-20th century France.

- Oh, I didn't say that.
- He didn't say that.

I think your Algerian inferiors

- of the time might disagree.
- But I wasn't an Algerian.

I was an American and if
there was an assumption

that I'd arrived to blow
a trumpet or sing for my supper,

it did not register
as a slight in those days.

I was just grateful knowing
no one wanted to lynch me

or direct me to the far end
of the café counter.

That's all he was saying,
Mr. Molloy.

Are you two gonna finish
each other's sentences

for the whole session?

We've been together
77 years, Daniel.

Forty-seven more than
he did with Lestat.

Shall we let the math of that
settle before continuing?

Keep selling it.

We hid ourselves away

in an inconspicuous apartment
in Le Neuvieme,

passing ourselves off
as moneyed Americans,

over-spending for
black market baguettes.

It was the perfect cover.

one floor above the owners,

and one floor below
the students and sex workers.

Literally encircled by curious
and money-hungry motivations.

We never brought
our kills home.

- We used the sewers for that.
- Mm-hm.

Waterways of which
they had no expertise.

The flow controls,
the pumping stations.

We were constantly
cleaning up for them.

And yet you never
made contact with him?

Thank you!
Five months of anxiety

producing choices
and not one "bonjour"

- or "preparez-toi a mourir".
- Custom and practice.

A true Parisian
vampire is a prideful monster.

from our theater in Pigalle.

I had endured
hundreds of nights

in the theater with Lestat.
I was not seeking more.

A theater called
Theatre Des Vampires.

A company that had been
in existence for 150 years!

77 years and
it still feels like a slight.

Pride.

Were they romantic? No.

Who was the master?
Neither, it seemed.

The male hunted to please her,
the girl suffered

philosophical conversation
to please him.

The American vampires appeared
to be as dull and plain

as their tourists
and soldiers were.

Rude.

I took up photography
as a hobby.

Vampires
with hobbies! Insanity!

Killing time when
you weren't killing Parisians.

Oh, wrestling time
to the ground,

staring it into submission.

Holding it in your hand.
"I was there. This occurred."

How's that any
different from the photos

- I keep on my phone?
- It isn't.

It's a human
perspective of time.

When you have
the ability

to stretch a millisecond
into an hour,

it's a reduction.

I hadn't come
to that conclusion yet.

I liked taking photographs.

It took my mind off things.

I don't know.
A surprise maybe.

Something off. Like a hat
that's too small for a head.

Or someone realizing
they forgot to do something

- and they stop.
- Okay.

Then you can get
mindful about it.

Ask yourself
what brought them here?

What brought you here?
Is it coming together random?

Choreographed? The metro
late for him. The rain--

Sometimes I want
the short answer.

You listen to their thoughts.
You know what's coming.

You take the picture.

Well, if you knew the answer,
why did you ask?

Is the coming together
random, choreographed?

Let a brother primp a bit. Let
me think I'm deeper than I am.

Is that how you sell
yourself yourself?

I'm just trying to
get through nights, sis.

I shortcut it. You caught me.

Take the win.

Who are you, Louis?

I'm your brother.

Who are you outside of me?

I'm the reticent vampire
of the Ninth Arrondissement.

I walk the night

capturing disappointment
and regret

as only
the reticent vampire can.

Hah!

If there was no me...

and there was no him...

...who would you be?

What do you want?

How are you gonna get there?

She had a point.

- Yes.
- Paris sucks.

That's not the point
she was making.

Sure it is. She's miserable
but she doesn't want to fuck

with your too delusional
"left bank dilettante" vibe.

She wasn't telling me something
I didn't know about myself.

She was giving me permission to
explore a life apart from her.

- It's Alice, Louis, not Claudia.
- Excuse me?

Oh, I see.
I've triggered a memory.

No, it's Claudia.
It's her journal.

- "Louis needs Paris. I don't..."
- It's 1985.

You and Alice
are at a brasserie,

talking past each other

and she tells you
she's pregnant.

The fishing rod
in the head again?

And you say, "Yeah,

let's talk about it
later tonight."

I've gotta knock out
another chapter. One a week.

I leave before the bill is paid,
I never finish the novel.

I think it was the "yeah" that
pissed her off most. Yeah?

Yeah.

"Louis needs Paris.

I don't know what I need.

Maybe a new brain in my head.

I suppose I'm afraid
my joylessness will take away

his happiness and maybe
I don't want his feelings

to depend on mine anymore.

Maybe I want to be
joyfully joyless.

A forever switch of
wild opposites at play."

Oh!

Mademoiselle?

American? Your French is ugly.

You can take it in for me. Yes?

You do alterations?

Please, don't pretend to be
something you're not, yeah?

Believe me, womanhood
will happen soon enough.

Never thought about
choosing to pretend.

Life hasn't been kind enough
to allow me that.

Maybe if it had been,
I'd be a lonely dressmaker

in an empty shop, denying
my only potential customer.

Respect my time.

No!

The dress, for my body.
And I'll need some gloves.

I'm thinking white.

Real Rashid. Just in time
for the big "meet cute".

What weirdness have you
brought us today?

The Paris Albums, 1946-1949.

Oh, you really
shouldn't wear gloves

when handling historical
documents, Real Rashid.

- It reduces dexterity.
- It's just Rashid.

Makes it more likely
you'll rip a page

in the item being examined.

Thank you, Rashid.

So?

Photos are the record
of time passing.

- Outward evidence.
- They do not lie,

but neither do they
tell you a thorough story.

Who are the young men? Vampires?

Those were our young friends.

Humans. Guys.

Some are
very old now, most are dead.

And some we simply drained
for sport. Well...

generally me.

Louis has his ways.

You could tell from
his walk, he was an American.

I'm an American. What
exactly is an American walk?

Two wars had made
a certain impression

on the men of France.

There was no way to describe
it other than... optimistic.

There was a park
I'd heard about.

I would go to this park often.

I was an armored thing
that spring,

someone steady
on his feet but...

With a history of chasing
the wrong kind of love.

I'll describe it myself,
thank you.

Yes.

But with a history of chasing
the wrong kind of love.

Well, where better
to explore who you are,

to find the right kind of love,
than in a public park?

I had lost patience.

I was convinced
we were being toyed with

and I could hold back
the coven only so long.

I knew the park well myself,

knew what went on
in the rambles there,

so I was not surprised
to find him without the girl.

I would confront
the elder and make him aware

of the ways rogue vampires
were dealt with in Paris.

He looked like a boy
masquerading as a gentleman.

But I sensed his
ancient power right away.

He was... awkward.

His attempt to blend
in as some layman,

thinking he could fade into
the landscape, it was absurd.

I mean...

he was alarmingly handsome
in the muted lamplight.

I thought
he was going to kill me.

So?

- Yeah?
- Who broke the ice?

What were the first words
of the ancient vampire

to the future love of his life?

I will not...

- Please.
- No.

Please.

He said, "I will not harm you."

And I never have.

Come.

And bring the petite
beauty with you.

You are most welcome.

Claudia!

Claudia!

Claudia!

I found someone.
Or they found me.

Found us!

Five months removed

from their
velvet-heeled arrival,

the Americans were
finally coming to Pigalle.

Entradas. Tickets. Des billets.

Monsieur de Pointe du Lac.

Our finest seats.

A mixture of slavish devotees
and over-served tourists.

amongst the theater community

and found a more receptive
audience from our

Anglican friends
now invading Paris postwar.

Five out of every
seven performances

were in the King's English.

Some had been there
dozens of times.

And some couldn't
care less what was spoken.

They were
all the same to us.

Cattle for
our nightly sabbath.

But we were there
for vampires

and we felt their numbers
in the charged air.

Places!
Projections! Music!

Screams and lights.

Santiago!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Madames and messieurs!

Offal and offalesses.

Welcome!

To the displacement of reason.

And the excretion
of pathetic desires.

By that I mean...

- Good evening.
- Good evening!

What you're about to see...

is, for you, an outrage

that masks a birth
and a rebirth of what is...

The rope's limp.
He's really flying.

- I know!
- Instead of mere human drama,

we here at
Theatre Des Vampires,

delve into the underbelly
of the human soul,

to present to you
the highest form of art

in the lowest of ways!

Have you repressions
that need airing?

Oh, you've come to
the right place.

Phobias toward your next of kin?

Amis, we assist in turning
down the sheets!

Bloodlust?!

Fear of the insane?!

I salute your honesty.

Right after I take
my boot from your arse!

But seriously, mes amis,

being vampires, and by nature
superior to you mortals,

we can replicate the
level of bilge necessary

to disrupt your tiny ship
called human decency.

In fact, we capsize it. So,
if you don't leave here tonight

seeing the world upside down and
liking very much what you see,

and feel,

then we here
at Theatre Des Vampires,

have failed in our jobs
which is, at the heart of it,

to laugh alongside your misery

while you cry
and scream for more.

More!

Everything you're
about to see...

is real.

Remember that when
you leave here tonight.

You are all...

complicit...

repugnant...

and appalling!

And...

I love you for it.

And I welcome you...

even as you disgust me!

Well done! Superb! Superb!

Why does the Master
have us tend to the prized,

singular plant at night,

when the rest of the garden
is tended by day?

The actors performed
in front of a cinema screen,

interacting with animations
and bits of film

in near perfect
synchronization.

The effect was wondrous.

The modern cinema
had an enormous influence

on my aesthetic and
the light of the projector

on the faces of our actors
lent a romantic air

to their performances.

The plays were weird.

The plays were
timeless, updated for the age

and all from our
150 year repertoire.

They were weird!

And always ended in death
or some kind of cruel,

barely motivated violence.

Life is cruel.
Life is violent.

Claudia
absolutely loved them.

And it was
the first time in Paris

I had seen a smile
or a laugh come out of her

that wasn't for my benefit.

But what was truly confusing
that first night

were the efforts to make it
all appear as farce.

Syrup!

The fake vampire teeth,

the fake blood,
the trick rope.

It was all
a seduction,

to lure the cattle into
a willing belief of disbelief.

The only play that mattered
was the last.

Woodcutter!

- Woodcutter!
- Who are you?

I am what you think I am,
woodcutter.

Go away.

The clock in your heart.

The gears have stopped meshing.

Help me, someone! Please!

What is this?

She's disrupted
the performance!

No! No, no, no, no!

Let her speak, Sam.
Let her speak.

Shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh. Now, now, now, now.

This is an "English only"
performance.

Start again.

My...

My name is Annika Rooman.

I live in Antwerp.

I was taken from
my hotel room last night.

These people are vampires!

True vampires!

This... This is real!

- Call my husband!
- I'll call him for you, baby.

Suppose we were to let you go.

- P-Please! Y-Yes.
- Yes?

Yes.

Suppose the Reaper had a heart

that could resist
your Belgian beauty.

Someone would have
to take your place.

Your husband?

Oh?

Your son?

I... I can't...
I can't and I wouldn't.

How about...

him?

Mmm. Mm, mm.

Oh, dear man,

whose flesh has run in every
direction from his mustache,

I want you to remember this...

the next time you're in the pew,

you turn to your neighbor
and say,

"Peace be unto you."

They'll give you up...

in a wink!

Not his time, Annika.

Shh, shh.

Now, now. There, there.

It must...

be.

Annika Rooman of Antwerp.

Death...

awaits everyone...

everywhere.

Why not here?

Unconscious death is
the fate of all mortals.

Up.

Up.

Up.

We are conscious death, Annika.

And that would make you...

a bride.

Do you know what it means
to be loved by death?

No pain.

No pain.

- Bravo!
- Santiago!

Bravo!

Our coven has been here
since the reign of Charlemagne

but we only became
a theater company

after Danton was guillotined.

Ah! Do I hear French from
the lips of an English company?

Ah, better, better. If you
desire to seduce on stage

you must live it off stage!
Thank you.

London was not made
overnight, Maitre.

And that is why several
Toulousian G's

pricked my ear in act four.

- Did you catch that Englishman?
- Oh, I did, Maitre.

Otherwise very committed
tonight, Madame.

- Merci.
- That goes for the entire company.

Very committed tonight!
Bravo! Brava!

Even as they wipe
their greasepaint,

as if this were
an ordinary night.

Five months of nights.

Five insolent months of nights,

waiting for you to humble us
with your appearance.

I ask you, Maitre,
was it worth the wait?

Oi!

Oh, Estelle!

The Americans are here!

Bonsoir!

Louis and Claudia.

The Theatre Des Vampires.

Fuck off!

Eglee, front of house. Romaine,
stage management, props.

- Luchenbaum, costumes.
- Stunning work.

Ah, Samuel Barclay,
playwright in residence.

Sam. Call me Sam.

Basilic, Planche, Merde'em,
the orchestra.

- Nice drumming, drums.
- Thank you.

Tuan and Quang Pham.
projections,

scenery, swing actor.
Father and son.

They joined the coven
on an eventful

pre-century tour
of the colonies.

- Oh, the son looks...
- Older than the father. Yes.

Quang here refused the dark
gift until he could be on stage.

My son is rebellious.

- English!
- Father is an asshole.

Landing us our core
acting company.

Gustave, Celeste, Estelle
and Santiago.

You were amazing.

I was, wasn't I? Love the dress.

Oh. Thank you.

Do American vampiresses
all wear pastels?

Claudia is the only
American vampiress,

so I say that's a yes.

And are all American vampires

- as alluring as you?
- Uh...

No. Louis was expelled
for his beauty.

Oh, such a burden, beauty.

Who's your maker?

- My maker?
- Mmm.

Eglee here does star charts
for us all.

Night you were given the gift,

phase of the moon,
name of the maker.

- I don't really need...
- D'you both have the same maker?

We did. Yeah.

His name was Bruce.

Bruce?

Is he Scottish?

He said he was from Copenhagen.

We met him on the road
just outside of...

- Chicago.
- We traveled a lot.

As you do,
when the kills pile up.

We don't like to talk
about him much.

He threw himself into
a fire in front of us.

And once again, Santiago,

it seems you've missed
the vein and drawn air instead.

- Hmm!
- I got a question.

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

Ah!
With us in spirit always.

Our co-founder and the finest
actor ever to walk our stage.

Lestat de Lioncourt.

Should have seen that coming.
Did not see that one coming.

- Big red flag, huh?
- The biggest.

- You must understand...
- Oh, I understand.

In a community as small as ours,

such crossings of immortal
paths is expected,

perhaps more common
than you would think.

And Juan looked up
at the painting

and saw that Theresa's
dead husband was Roberto.

He had eloped with
his enemy's widow.

It's a telenovela!

I mean, come on!
Lestat's painting on the wall!

Are you kidding me? Really?

Oh, and that means...

That means you knew
Lestat before he did!

- Yes, Armand knew Lestat.
- Wait a minute.

And yes, he was
briefly with Lestat.

- You both fucked Lestat?!
- A hundred plus years apart.

- They were not compatible.
- He tasted like vermouth

and annihilation.

You shared a boyfriend!

This is great!

I fucked Santiago too.

And Celeste, and Estelle.
Even had an aerobic evening

with Tuan and Quang Pham
in the back row of a cinema

- watching 'Now, Voyager'.
- Did you?

It's repertory theatre, Mr.
Molloy. It's how one endures.

Lestat's appearance
is important,

just not in the way
you think it is, Daniel.

Oh, I'm done thinking.

Bring me the tequila
and some popcorn,

let's flip to
channel 300-something,

it's a Univision night!

I saw his stupid face
up there and had to think of something quick.

You couldn't make up a name?

Best lies got some truth to 'em.

And that's the only
other vampire I knew.

- It's gonna be fine.
- Fine?

Yeah, fine. What about Lestat?

He's 100-something-year-old
painting in a frame.

They got a fucking shrine! What
if they find out we killed him?

One of us
would have to tell them. - Or think it!

Well, I thought it
the second I saw his face

in the frame, but there
they were inviting us back,

- five minutes later.
- To kill us.

And right after that
I invaded their thoughts,

and not one, not one of them,

thought anything other than
I want to lick these two,

so we need to stay away
from Estelle if we can.

But they knew nothing

and they're gonna
continue knowing nothing,

cos you're gonna keep
that loose head of yours

tight because I wanna
go back, Louis.

- Are you crazy?
- What about the play?

When they all pounced
on that woman,

drained her right in front
of their dumb faces?

Tell me you did not feel pride.

- I did not feel pride.
- Yes, you did!

Past your empathy
for that woman,

past your fear of being
exposed. Vampire pride.

Those Frenchies
love being vampires.

And they shamed us because
we never felt that way

and we fucking should!

- I'm going back. I want more.
- It's not safe there!

Fourteen hapless vampires
being led by a vampire

with skin darker than yours?

What else is there to be scared
of? Other than your own lust?

- Oh, you felt my lust?
- Armand?

Oh, yeah. Felt his too.

Now I know what
two blood fat cocks

slapping hands feel like,
so thank you for that.

Take your people pictures!

Worship them in
the red light all you want!

I want to be with my own!

Don't ruin this for me, Louis.
I need this!

The coven had lifted
Claudia's spirits

but seeing Lestat's portrait
put me on edge.

I needed confirmation
of his death,

and then I remembered
his frequent money wires

came from a law firm
with an address in the Marais,

Roget & Associates.

We were very close friends.

We owned some
real estate together.

A townhouse on Royal Street...

in New Orleans. Maybe
your records reflect that?

We were separated by war,
Mr. Lioncourt and myself.

I had some work in Europe.

I lost my American passport
doing that work.

I'm in the process of...

Uh, I'm not here for money.

I'm here to know if
you've heard from... him.

If...

If he is alive, and if so--

We have not heard from
Monsieur de Lioncourt

since February 1940,

when we processed
several wires for him, uh,

for a party he was throwing.

I know who you are, Monsieur.

And I know what you meant
to our cherished client,

Monsieur de Lioncourt.

You say...

You said "meant".

Perhaps he is dead.

Or "sleeping". Hmm?

I have no confirmation
of his actual death,

and cannot declare him
legally dead for years,

but seeing as you are
now here in Paris,

and the fact he has made
no withdrawals from his account,

between us,
it is confirmation enough

for me to pass this box to you,

as instructed in case of, uh...

Well...

I have a client
arriving in 20 minutes.

You may have the office.

Hmm.

In the event
that you are reading this,

something dreadful has occurred,

which is not my own death,
but rather...

the fact that we both now
exist in two different worlds.

Do not waste your life

seeking revenge on the person
or persons who did this.

Do not give them
the satisfaction of the hunt.

Let treachery eat away
at them from within.

And you...

you go carry on
with your living.

Know only this, mon cher,

you are the only being I trust,

and whom I love,
above and beyond myself.

All my love belongs to you.

You are its keeper.

A veil will now forever
separate our union.

But it is a thin veil...

and I am always
on the other side,

face pressed up
against your longing.

Lestat de Lioncourt.

Lestat, Lestat, Lestat.

Love of my life, or is it more

"rebound of my life"
with you two?

It's a haunting memory
Louis just shared with you.

What a comfort,
your ability to continue

pulling humor from his pain.
Cathartic.

It's a joke.
It's a joke. You serve it up.

Alice is in her third trimester.

She's steps in gum
on the corner of

- Rues Palatine and Servandoni.
- The old parlor trick.

She makes you scrape it off
with a credit card.

It's not a credit card. I have
no credit. It's a library card.

She was wearing that short
purple dress you favored.

I liked the way she walked
in it. She was confident in it.

You felt freer to hold her hand
in Paris. I wonder why that is?

Hitting the garage door, Louis.
All the crap, have at it!

You worked so hard to get
that table right in the corner,

so you could pull out the ring.

The ring! Yeah, that's good.

Just at the right moment
to surprise her.

- Which I did.
- And what did she say

when you finally asked
her to marry you?

In middle school you stole
your dad's Playboy magazines.

- Sold them at recess.
- Danny.

I'll ask for a third time.

What did Alice say when you
finally asked her to marry you?

Louis,
perhaps we should...

She said no.

She wanted to say yes,
but she didn't trust you.

You hadn't given her
a reason to.

Would you like to know
what she thinks of you now?

If she thinks of you now?
We could do that.

Or we could simply
return to the interview.

If you're willing to ask
your questions and then listen,

which is your job.

Yes.

Good.

So...

your question.

Um...

What happened next?

Claudia had attended
a month of performances

and the coven felt she had
proven herself sincere.

I nodded off one night

while Santiago
was hamming it up.

Apparently, that made me
persona non grata

with the leading man.

We played follow the leader.

A slithering creature
with multiple heads,

rounding roundabouts
with ravenous intent.

Waiting for Maitre
to make the call.

as they did
every night on stage,

it's merely a taste,
an amuse-bouche.

you take on
a collective hunger.

The longer the ride,
the more intense the craving.

I am in Paris
with my Parisienne family!

Allez! Allez! Allez!

Put your camera away,
my American friend.

Be one with us.

As far as
our petrol will take us.

Esurient hearts
beating as one.

The rumbling beast
of the moveable feast!

The estate
of the family De LaCroix.

Whilst their countrymen
clutch ration cards,

they've made quite a killing
manipulating the black markets.

Santiago.

Give us the layout,
would you, love?

Fourteen rooms. Nineteen
guests plus their hosts.

Thirteen men, eight women.

And, and... Oh!

Small firearms
in the library bureau.

- Enjoy yourselves.
- Mmm!

You coming?

I ate before the play.
I'm gonna...

I understand you
supplement your diet.

I feast human every other night.

It's my way.

You're not gonna...?

I am now where
I most want to be.

- Nice night.
- Mmm.

Very nice.

You carry yourself well.

Merci.

I like how you withhold.

Don't know about that.
Cautious maybe.

It's alluring.

It's practiced.

I find myself thinking,
"What is in there?"

Been thinking
the same about you.

Been thinking about you often.

Tricky.

What's that?

Us.

- Yes! My word, yes!
- Mmm.

Coven life can get...

labyrinthian depths of...

It can be tricky.

Yes!

- She is something, your Claudia.
- A spark in the dark.

Pity she was made so young.

Imagine her in a body
equal to her mind.

She's managed through it.

Particularly skilled
at blocking her thoughts.

You must work harder on that.

Merci!

I could help you
hone that skill.

Oh, yeah?

- That'd be great.
- Good.

Because I do believe
I felt some trepidation

when the name Lestat
was uttered.

Who?

My dear American friend,

who thinks of me often
and who has...

dominated my mind ever since
I laid eyes upon him...

don't.

I don't know the particulars
of your acquaintance with him.

You can tell me
when you're ready.

But a few of the coven
can be volatile

and quite unforgiving
when lied to.

Shut your mind if you
hear his name again.

Also, mon ami,

may I suggest you never visit
Roget, Abert & Associates again.

That sort of enquiry can
open all sorts of trouble.

As you suggest, Maitre.

Armand.

"Maitre" is a coven endearment.

Come on, people, come on!

Armand for you.

Caught a lively one
for tomorrow's show.

- Pip's a savage!
- Oh, Louis! I see it now!

It's different here! I love it!

I never want to hunt alone
again! I never want to leave!

Je vous aime tous!
J'adore être une vampire!

In English!

I love everybody and everything

in this every moment,
right every now!

[♪ "Ménilmon
Man: It was 1556.

I felt his presence
before I saw him.

And here he was.

Man #2: We might be having
a good time now,

but there's danger
if they find out we lied.

How do you get them
to accept death?

The great conversion.
It's real.

Aah!
To hell with you!

How long are we going
to play games, Louis?

"Do you know what
it means to be loved by death?"

is something that...

No pain.

Santiago says to his victims
on stage

as he basically lulls them
into their death.

So all of a sudden, we're
in Paris

and we're in exciting
post-war Paris.

There's a certain
intellectual fervor

that is taking
over this particular city.

Paris is everything
that Claudia's been waiting for.

I love getting old
baguettes,

and, like, Louis,

wearing this little scarf

is what Louis imagines
French people wear.

I'm the
reticent vampire of the night

there on the east.

I don't think
Louis is really playing

at stereotypes
of an American tourist.

I think he is that.
He's living it.

He is the stereotype
of an American tourist.

What do you want?

How are you
going to get there?

There's some giddiness there,

and there's some humor
that they haven't had.

Certainly not
since they killed Lestat.

Our finest seats.

O'Byrne: And then
they get to meet these vampires.

And this is really the thing

that Claudia has
been desperately seeking.

And in Armand, we have someone

that is really intriguing
to Louis.

So both of them
are over the moon.

You learn
when they go to the theater

and they meet the coven,

Claudia
is someone that needs community.

Louis is someone that needs
to know that community is there,

but to be away from it

a lot.

Welcome to "The
Displacement of Reason".

What sold Prague to us
as a shooting location for Paris

was not the physical Prague,

which is one of the most
beautiful cities in the world

and can recreate Paris in many,
many ways.

It was this huge factory

we walked into looking for
the vampire theater.

The Americans are
here.

And almost immediately,
I just saw

the sparkle on
Marla LePere-Schloop's eyes,

and our production designers,
and we said, "Okay, we're home."

This is where we need to be.

It's just spectacular.

That was a key factor
that brought us to Prague,

was landing this location
and understanding

how vital that was going to be
to season two.

The prospect
of getting to work on a TV show

where there's a theater company

was just too exciting
to pass up,

and we wanted to have an
exciting leading man, Santiago.

So we got the great Ben Daniels.

We here at Teatres de Vampires

delve into the
underbelly of the human soul.

Anderson: Santiago
and the whole coven --

it's like a breath of fresh air.

It's like this new mischievous
energy that comes into the show.

Hayles: This is what she's been
waiting for.

And she envisions a family
with these coven members,

just living her best life,
eating people.

Johnson: Santiago is
certainly the most theatrical

of everybody
in the vampire theater.

Everything you're
about to see...

Johnson:
He thinks he's Laurence Olivier.

...is real...

Johnson: But he is
mesmerizing,

and he is captivating.

...and appalling!

Johnson: And the audience
loves him.

I love you for it.

And Claudia immediately falls
in love

with what he represents
and wants to be a part of it.

Santiago: No, no, no,
no, no, no.

Let her speak, sir.

I'd like to point out,
also, just a little aside,

that the woman who plays Annika,
the first victim we see,

is actually our director's
assistant.

We found out that she is
an actress, a very good actress,

and primarily an actress.

Sinead, who played the woman,

she was very,
very good at being terrified.

It was very upsetting to see
because it was like all of her

in her entirety.

But for Claudia,
I think Claudia fully was like,

"Where are the stairs
to the stage?

Like, get me on there right
now."

Up.

Johnson: It was
just so funny to be working

alongside the set
next to somebody

who all of a sudden is on stage
being devoured by Santiago

and later the rest
of the company.

And it's brutal and
beautiful

and just so theatrical
and so brilliant.

Bravo!

Anderson: There's, like,
14 vampires now on the show.

And I was like, "Wow,
this is intense.

This is like a new thing."

And they all
had relationships already,

and they've been rehearsing

and they've been,
like, shooting these plays.

It was really helpful
for me personally to walk

into this whole world
of vampires.

It was, like, unfamiliar
and different as well

to what we established
in season one,

but also just, like,
a very funny,

very lovely group of people.

I ask you now --
was it worth the wait?

Malloy
is finally getting his footing

when it comes to
how to deal with the fact

that there are now
two vampires instead of one.

Are you two going to finish

each other's sentences
for the whole session?

We've been together
77 years, Daniel.

What was fun was
realizing

that we'd spent
all of season one

with Rashid lingering in the
background.

You're lingering, Rashid.

It was fun
for me to see, like,

little things that Assad was
doing in season one as Rashid,

where you can see him under it

What do you think will happen
to Mr. du Lac

when you publish this book?

I love
working with Assad.

He's so intense and
it's wonderful to play against.

It's really fun.

She wanted to say yes,

but she didn't trust you.

You hadn't given her
a reason to.

Zaman: It's not Malloy's fault
that he's here.

He was brought here by Louis.

But now that he is here
and he's prying,

Armand has to preserve
their relationship

and their history together.

If you're willing to ask
your questions and then listen.

It becomes a battle of wits.

What happened next?

O'Byrne:
And we have this phenomenal scene in front of this --

we always called it
the Murder Mansion.

It's described exactly
how we see it.

They arrive,
and then Louis and Armand

have this wonderful flirtation.

Enjoy yourselves.Mmm.

That might have been
one of the best days of my life.

It was --
It was -- Honestly,

it was just adults playing.

You coming?

A hit
before the play?

Hayles: What
I really liked about Levan's

direction in this is
that when we got in the mansion,

it was like, "You're vampires.
Go have fun.

Be vampires."

Zaman: The chaos
in the background

and vintage noir romance
happening in the foreground.

She's something,
your Claudia.

Spark in the dark.

The thing that I remember

most about
filming the Murder Mansion scene

was that it's like --

"Ah! Ah!"

Just, like, all this madness
happening behind him.

You must work harder
on that.

And every single time
something smashed or popped,

I was like --
just jumping.

You're not going in?

I am now
where I most want to be.

But somehow,

Assad just managed
to, like --

just very focused
and didn't flinch.