All language subtitles for Interview with the Vampire - S02E08

Louis: 49 years and thousands
of miles

removed from the room
we shared in San Francisco.

I offer for your journalistic
pleasures my life story.

Take us back to the beginning
of this story of butchery.

- I love you, Louis.
- I love you, too, baby brother.

I could not join
the transformation

of those in attendance.

He would not let me.

Come to me.
Be my companion.

Session ten the vampire Louis
and the vampire Armand.

Armand: I failed Louis once
in my life.

It wasn't in San Francisco.

Why did I owe you my
one act of cowardice?

You broke one
of the great laws.

I don't know any great laws.
Lestat never told me shit.

Louis: We were
on trial for murder.

- You were forced to watch.
- Or they'd kill me.

His name was Magnus.

He took me from my room
as I kicked and screamed.

- I want to get out alive.
- You want a book.

What say you, for the vampire,
Louis de Pointe du Lac?

- Banishment.
- Banishment.

All: Banishment!

A sentence worse
than death.

You saved Louis.

- Yes.
- No, no!

But not her.

Armand:
I could not prevent it.

I could not prevent it.

A quiet, easeful death.

What else would it be?

I had nowhere to go.

No one to talk to.

She was dead.

I knew it.

Claudia was dead.

I could feel it.

Like I couldn't
feel my hands...

or my back.

Like I could feel my heart...

pumping slower every night.

Or my broken arm
resetting itself.

My ankles...
healed in the coffin,

the flesh having...

circled around the insulating
rocks of my death bed.

Are they still there,
right now, in your feet?

If you took an X-ray
they'd look like little cancers.

He could remove them
anytime he wanted to.

Or maybe he has

and he's been lying to you
all these years for effect.

What were the consequences
of you saving Louis?

Demotion.

Ridicule.

Santiago had suspected
I had rigged the audience

to spare Louis's life.

So he made certain
I would not forget

my insubordination
as part of my penance.

Darkness was delirium.

I tried to paint alternatives.

Lucid what ifs.

Wear a different suit
the night you meet Lestat
at the Fair Play.

Snatch the piece of
candy back from the barber

when you're seven years old.

Would I have been
stronger sooner?

Would I have resisted
Lestat two decades later?

Snatch the candy!

Be the man
in the different suit.

But the suit changes nothing,

and again...

I'm kissing Lestat on the altar.

I'm killing Lestat
but won't burn him.

I'm dragged off stage...

and buried alive.

Penny candy's not the answer.

Claudia is dead.

The worst nights
were the pragmatic ones.

A rock shifts by my knee.

Could I make
another rock move?

Could I free my knee
to exploit

the craftsmanship
of the coffin?

But it was all ravings.

The rock hadn't moved.

The craftsmanship was solid.

Claudia is dead.

When a vampire starts
screaming from starvation,

he hasn't much time left.

I didn't know I was screaming.

I had no energy to scream.

If I had I would have used it

to ignite the clothes
on my body, self-immolate.

What was left to endure for?

Claudia is dead.

Good day, master.

And as Louis
withered away,

life in the theater
returned to abnormal.

The old plays were remounted,

the pack hunts revitalized,

all under the increasingly
self-satisfied eye
of Santiago.

You ruined his play.

They didn't get to kill
Louis on stage.

And Santiago
improvised a worse death.

He had outwitted me...

hurt me deeply.

And I played up that hurt.

My subjugation cemented
his power amongst the coven.

So how did you get him out?

I placed a sacrifice
in an old vault coffin.

Swapped that coffin
for Louis's.

I was the defeated vampire,
Mr. Molloy.

No one was looking.

Uh-huh.

Does anyone ever ask Lazarus
if he wanted to be woken?

I don't read
the Bible much anymore.

No one gives a shit
about Lazarus's point of view

is what I remember.

I tasted the blood.

I knew it was his.

"Why?" I thought,
"Claudia is dead."

I was dead.

I was dead.

But my rage...

My rage had risen.

Followed closely behind
by my madness.

They moved from
shadow to shadow,

towards the cemetery
in Montmartre.

Why that place,
it wasn't certain.

It wasn't safe
to return to the apartment.

That would imply
it was rational.

Proximity to the theater?

Maybe.

My rage had been denied blood.

My rage was lightheaded.

My rage killed without

a single measure
of satisfaction.

My rage found
a forgotten crypt

amongst the forgotten dead.

My rage hid
its killings there.

Do your job.

And conspired with my madness

on a plan for retribution.

Hans.

Sam... Sam.

Quang. Hans.

Luchenbaum!

Du-du-du! Tuan.

Basilic. Planche.

Eglee. Merde'em.

Santiago!

Armand... Sam. Sam!

Sam, Hans, Tuan, Quang!

Meow! Sam, Hans,
Tuan, Quang, Planche,

Estelle, Quang, Sam...

Oh...

There's a lot of 'em in there.

Some'll wake before it gets 'em.

I should think about
taking heads.

Speak English!

You're not a farmer.
I would use the machete.

One of them tries to escape?

You should stand
at the top of the stairs.

Behind the stairs.

Cut their feet off if they go up

but in range if they run
downstairs for the sewers.

That's better.

Louis. Louis.

Planche is a big boy.
Gustave is strong.

- Why haven't you left Paris?
- If you get in a fight or delay,

- you'll be consumed with them.
- Pour more gas on this,

and this one... I'm gonna
need to borrow your truck.

- Louis.
- I don't have
any use for it now.

I know you can hear me.
You must leave Paris.

Maybe you should answer him. He
knows the theater more than you.

Maybe you should shut up!

Louis, save yourself.

They're going to find out what
I did. Do not worry about me.

I ain't fucking
worried about you!

Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

A-huh. A-huh.

Sam tossed her in the rat box,
in the rat box was Sam.

Hans hauled me off,
ugly costume.

Tuan wants to die.
Quang hauled me out.

- Wants to die.
- Louis.

Louis, please listen to me.

If I could explain
to you the events,

I think you would understand
why it was I acted as I did.

I know you will
never forgive me.

- I am not seeking forgiveness.
- Shhhhh!

Shh-shh-shh.

Louis? Is that you?

Did you save me at the trial?

Yes.

Did you pull me
out of the wall?

Yes.

I could not save her.

If I thought there was a way,
I would have...

Shut up. Shut...

How ever you manage it,

do not find yourself at
the theater tomorrow night
at curfew.

Okay.

Uh, did you know he was
going to burn it down?

No.

But I could sense
the fatalism in his thoughts.

- You warned him.
- Yes.

He'd already betrayed you once.

They were his coven
for hundreds of years.

Why risk it?

My rage and madness were asleep?

It was a test?

I don't remember.

If you're wrong, you're dead.

There was 13 of them
and one of me.

I was going to die either way.

Same question to you.

They were your coven
for hundreds of years.

You had no feelings
for any of them?

I had complicated feelings.

But you didn't warn any of them?

No.

Thirteen to one.

Maybe you were
hedging your bets?

See who emerges
from the ash heap.

I didn't know his plan.

I had shut my
mind off to him, Daniel.

My prevailing thought was...

if I am not with him,
I am nothing.

"...him, I am nothing."

Okay, so what was the plan?

The plan?

I was going to die

and I was going to take as
many of them with me as I could.

When a vampire
commits himself to coffin,

all the senses
collapse into submission

and the dark boundaries of
the world begin to stretch out

in all directions.

And in this state,

in the lair where they slept,

I could have been
a marching band,

or a jet engine
taking off a tarmac.

Until Paris spun back
round to the sun,

the advantage was mine.

Six by fire,
two by blade,

one by a combination
of the two,

no legs, one arm, still
clutching onto his clarinet.

Nine in all.

And with no sign
of Armand or Lestat,

that meant four had escaped.

Two out the front,
two through the sewers.

But I had planned
for contingencies.

It had to be
the London coven!

They have always
been jealous of us!

It's because
we started speaking English.

It's because we took over
from Armand

and they smelled weakness,
you idiot!

Or maybe it was Eglee?

- Eglee?!
- She never got over you
stealing Santiago.

You try drinking
from Gustave after...

- It was London!
- Arson is an act of passion.

Celeste?

Estelle?!

Hello, Francis.

You!

Did I wake you?

I tried to be quiet
coming and going,

but all those
iron joists cracking

and load-bearing beams
falling down on you, well...

- Is your companion with you?
- Didn't you hear?

We broke up.

Oh, I rather doubt that.

Hard to hold hands after he
killed my sister and fledgling
but think what you want.

Don't let him take credit for
the workman role he played,
Louis.

It was me
that planned their deaths.

It was me that gave Claudia
that hot exit from the garden!

Come to me.

Did Armand tell you
what we did with her ashes

after he pulled you
from the wall?

Come to me, Francis.

We used her as eye shadow

for the next month's
performances.

We put them in the pepper
shaker for the popcorn

we sold in the aisles.

- And some nights, Louis...
- Come to me, Francis.

I put a pinch of them in my fist

before I closed
my coffin at night.

I would spit in them

and I'd use her hot, wet ashes
to pleasure myself.

Come to me, Francis.

It's Santiago to you,
you firebug bugger!

Nah! That's a Spaniard's
name you took.

Took it to forget
who you were, Francis.

Took it to compensate for
what God denied you, Francis.

That joke in between your legs

and that farm girl Lenora who
couldn't keep quiet about it.

She only thought it was small
'cause my testicles
are so enormous.

Then maybe it was the limp
applause Francis got

when Francis finally
got on stage in London.

For a week,
as an understudy for Osric.

Or was it the nature
of your transformation

that made you change your name?

The desperate begging,
the urine racing down your leg

as Francis desperately tried
to take back his wish
to be a vampire.

I can see
your maker's face now,

the embarrassment washing
over it as you ask...

"Can I
be c-called Santi-a-a-a-go?"

Your maker's voice
as he walked away.

"I don't care what you
call yourself."

Come to me!

Say that shit
about Claudia to my face.

Pre-dinner martini,
a touch more vermouth

and the newspaper you asked for
this morning, Mr. Molloy.

Santiago's failure
to protect his coven,

how quickly he ran
to save his own flesh,

filled him with unworthiness.

And it made him
an uncomplicated seduction.

He brought a cloak
to a knife fight.

And all my rage
and madness exited my body.

And nothing replaced it.

When did you
start lying to me?

The night of
Madeleine's transformation.

A while back, then.

We parted at Sacré-Coeur.

I went back to make sure
the coven would keep curfew.

Let you do what you were
going to do in safety.

They were all on stage,
waiting for me.

Told me they had done a rewrite,

tossed the script
at my feet and...

I saw the title.

And I thought...

it's my coven of 200 years...

or him.

And at the time, I could not
count on your love
lasting as long.

You rehearsed it with Lestat?

They rehearsed it with him.

I stayed in my coffin
when I was there.

Hmm.

And when you spent
nights over here?

I lied to you, over and over.

Didn't once think,
in all that time, telling me?

Make a different plan with me?

I will spend my life
making it up to you.

You'll never make it up to me.

I know.

Is Lestat still in Paris?

You'll never be able
to kill him.

That wasn't my question.

Yes, he's still here.

Wake me when it's night again.

Ask for it, child.

The light's going out
of your blue eyes...

like all the summer days
are gone.

Was it a good day's rest?

Does it take a lot out of you?

Destroying everything
in your wake?

Well, almost everything.

You look small.

Hmm.

He's come home.

This was Magnus's lair.

Some distance
between the happy couple.

Details left to work out
after the homicidal frolic?

Is this where he kept you,
chained to the wall?

No.

This was for
the disappointments.

The ones before me.

He had a knack for design.
Nordic blonds on walls.

Dirty blonds in piles,

right about where
the gremlin stands now.

I don't care.

Oh...

I came here to have a think...

on my origins.

Why I do what I do.

- Why I--
- Burned your daughter alive?

Why you rehearsed a play

that would burn
your daughter alive?

Why you crossed an ocean
to rehearse a play

that would burn
your daughter alive?

The Great Laws.

What fucking law
did you ever follow, Lestat?

I've come to kill you.

I have the blood
of Magnus in me.

Magnus burned.

I have the blood
of Akasha in me.

He doesn't know who that is?

But the fact, in and of itself,

makes your immediate
desire an impossibility.

And I have to be willing...

and I'm not in the mood.

- My blood is your blood.
- Hmm.

And yet...

Here's your death, Lestat.

He and I are going to spend
the rest of our lives together.

And wherever your
miserable life takes you,

whoever you find
to endure time with,

whatever pale proxy of me,

I'll be with him.

Just wanted you to know that.

Well...

Enjoy him.

Let's see how long it holds.

An odd phrase.

What do you think
he meant by that, Louis?

It's fairly obvious.

He didn't think
we would make it.

Seventy-seven years.

- Almost to the day.
- We left him there.

Walked Paris one last time,
completely silent.

Stopped for a moment
in the Place de la Concorde,

the Luxor Obelisk.

I stood staring up at it as
cars and carriages circled us.

I said, telepathically...
Was it telepathically?

I don't remember.

I said, "Let's go see Egypt."

Then sailed port to port.

Settled in New York
a good while.

San Francisco.

And we did.

Here, there,
everywhere and Dubai.

And that's the end of it.

There's nothing else.

End of session.

Ah!

He loved you.

I can say that now.

He loved you a great deal.

It must have been terrible for
him to see us off that night.

Mind if I ask
a few follow-up questions?

There's just some things I've
been jotting down along the way.

Yeah, of course.

It's just small stuff
like, um...

Like, you
and the tractor salesman

in the bar in New Orleans,
before you killed him.

You said that Lestat
telepathically told you

that you were
scaring the salesman.

But a maker
can't do that anymore

after transformation, right?

Uh... Yeah.

I don't know. Maybe
he whispered it to me.

Yeah, I figured as much.

Uh...

You said that
four escaped the theater.

Celeste, Estelle,
Santiago and...

Sam.

Right.
The vampire Sam Barclay.

We never quite
figured out how he did it.

Did you ever... get to him?

No. Time heals, Daniel.

- I believe he's a DJ now.
- A DJ?

He wears a decorative helmet
on his head when he performs.

Does he? It's funny 'cause,
Sam's in two places at once

at one point in your story.

He's guarding
Armand in the theater box.

But you also have him
helping to bury you below stage.

- He was with me in the box.
- Yeah. He was with Armand
in the box.

Oh. Maybe he did
a quick vamp back and forth?

I just got it wrong.

Rashid, shall we begin
dinner preparations?

- Yes, sir.
- I do hope you'll join us.

I'd be honored.

Okay. Um, let me just look
at my list one more time here.

Another New Orleans thing.

I'm... I'm sorry, I'm jumping
all over the place here,

but the night that Lestat

brings all those soldiers home
and you tell him to
throw them out.

How many soldiers
did he mind fuck out of
the townhouse that night?

- I don't know.
- Ten? Fifteen?

Uh, more like 30.

Huh.

"Huh"?

Oh, well, it seems to me,
I mean, back to the trial again,

it seems to me that there was

more than one person
in the theater that night

who could have saved you.

- Dan... Daniel.
- I know. I know.

It's my job. I'm built this way.

I know. It's a stretch but...

It's in your nature, Mr. Molloy.

Couldn't get out the door
without lobbing one more bomb.

You said it yourself
just now, he loved Louis.

Lestat would have tried to
save him as much as you did.

And he certainly would have
made it known that he had.

Shall we takes these follow-ups
and specious theories
to the dining room?

We have something special
prepared for you, Daniel.

Uh... "Santiago should...

hand the diary
into the audience.

Have them feel
the evidence in their hands.

This is too early for Lestat

to acknowledge Louis.

Keep the tension.
Have him look at Louis later,

the moment he describes
meeting him in New Orleans."

These are just some notes
along the margins here.

Uh...
"We need an animation here.

It's not clear how
extreme the hoarding was."

Where did you get that?

Read it for yourself.

That's
when the black angel came!

But he came back.

He did. With her.

Oh...

And now you rise from your chair
and walk towards Claudia.

Hmm?

And how do suppose that you will
keep her quiet in this moment?

Hmm?

One of your cheap theatrical--

The judges will fog her mind.

You have no idea
of Claudia's strength!

He didn't witness the play.

He directed the play!

What say you for the vampire
Louis de Pointe du Lac,

guilty or not guilty?

- Guilty!
- Guilty!

And the sentence?

- De...
- De...

- De...
- De...

- De...
- De...

- De...
- De...

Banishment.

Banishment.

- Banishment.
- Banishment!

Banishment!

Banishment!

Where does the bullshit start,
Armand, Amadeo, Arun?

You were supposed
to die with Claudia.

He didn't save you,
Lestat did!

He just took credit for it

when the opportunity
presented itself.

And you wasted everyone

who could have
told you differently.

Seventy-seven years
based on a seismic lie.

- It's a forgery, Louis.
- It's from the Talamasca.

Sam was their guy in Paris,
he gave it to them,

they gave it me here.

Louis.

Louis.

Louis!

Louis!
This was Santiago's doing.

Just like he put me to
work in the wet room after.

- He wanted me to suffer.
- Don't!

One night, 70 years ago.
You are over this, Louis!

The pain of it has left you.

Don't let an insignificant
detail, delivered from
am insignificant mortal...

You have forgiven me for what
part I played in her death!

And time has
opened back up to us

and we are once again
teachers of one another.

Louis, everything that gives you
happiness gives me... Louis.

Rashid?

Rashid?

Rashid?

I'm guessing Rashid left after
he brought me the newspaper.

You're not to touch him.
Do you understand?

You harm him in any way,

I will kill you.
Do you understand?

I'm leaving now.

When I return,
you need to be gone.

You should gather
your things from your room.

I'll arrange a car
and a plane to take you home.

I'll see there's ten million
dollars wired into your account.

Thank you.

I was hoping the
'canes would wait until July.

I had two on the floor
for New Edition at
the Essence Festival.

But that's all shuttered up now.

Two on the floor,
must have cost ya.

Wasn't cheap.

Me and my babe
was on the bad side.

Then I see they got New Edition
headlining the festival.

She had a thing for Ralph
when she was young.

Can you believe that, Ralph?

Then I think, well,
each one on the floor

is gonna open back the door.

- She'll be back.
- She'll be back for Ralph!

So, answer me this.

How come you coming in when
everybody else is gettin' out?

This Odette,
said too be at least a three.

Could be a four.

First time in New Orleans?

No.
Did my luggage arrive?

Yes, sir.
Two bags and an oversized
crate, early in the morning.

It's all waiting
for you in your suite.

Thank you.

Very generous, Mr. Du Lac,
thank you, sir.

Your card. Your key.

We're happy to have you
as long as you'll have us,

but we are boarding up
the hotel for the hurricane.

So, we're asking our guests

to fill out
this liability waiver.

No problem.

Now, everybody, if you
want to turn your attention
to the right,

at them bit green pearly gates,

this is 1132 Royal Street,

home of the most infamous party
ever thrown in New Orleans.

This is where two dozen
members of high society,

they walked in them doors
right there.

Ain't nobody ever
seen them again.

Take a picture if you need to.

The year is 1940.

The man that owned this townhome
and that year's King of Raj

went by the name
Sebastian Melmoth.

Now, now, history's going
have him go down as
a little somethin' different.

A Monsieur Lesander Lioncourt.

He was a so-called Frenchman.

A so-called seller
of industrial machinery.

But now tell me,
tell the Crime Dawg,

why would a man, a known
hoarder and an infamous recluse

be named King of Raj
in the first place?

Why, Crime Dawg?

Sebastian knew a fella
by the name of Tom Anderson.

He was a former
Louisiana State Representative

and a full-time
Bourbon Street gangster.

Mr. Melmoth,
he wasn't alone in 1132.

Also, in residence was
a local Creole hustler

and his little child bride,
they were running a voodoo cult

in the back rooms
above the courtyard garden.

Yes, they were.
Now, it's Mardi Gras, 1940.

Mr. Melmoth and Tom Anderson,
they brought back

the who's who of who dat.

The next morning, couldn't
nobody find head or
hairpiece of none of 'em.

What did they find? Blood
in between the floorboards

of three different rooms,

bits of indeterminate
pieces of bone

inside the factory-sized
incinerator.

Why did Tom Anderson,
Mr. Melmoth,

the hustler and the child bride
lure these particular citizens

to this house of lies
and intrigue?

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Saw a crane
smashed into a low-rise.

Big chunks of shit,
trash cans, mail boxes,

blowing around everywhere.

- It's fucking wild out there.
- Shut up.

Out there, running rats.

Goddamn hurricane out there.
Shut up?

I mean, we should be, out of
town is where we should be.

Shut up?
Crazy old man, playing...

Who you?

Hello.

Who's he?

Louis.

That's Louis?

He's Louis?!

Get out.

Get out? Where?!

I mean, there's
a mad hurricane outside!

I keep fucking telling--
Oh, shit!

Goddamn it!

God!

Enjoy your rats,
you French fucking...

Motherfucker!

The fire gift in your honor.

A wearisome fledgling.

All the millennials are.

But...

he is an excellent rat catcher.

Would you like one?

Hello, Lestat.

Hello, Louis.

Passing through?

No.

I came to see you.

Oh...

And what does your
companion think of that?

I'm companion enough
for myself now.

Hmm.

Good for you.

I'm sorry,
I don't have much time.

I'm in the middle of rehearsing.

- Rehearsing?
- I'm going on tour.

Argerich, she seems...

she seems to have retired
and I thought...

who better than me
to carry on the great work.

I just need about
50 more years of practice.

Siri, pause.

Did you save my life in Paris?

I gave you to Armand.

You tell me if that was saving.

Why didn't you say...

it was me who saved you,
not him?

I don't like
to point out my virtues.

Besides...

I knew you'd figure it out.

And look...

you have, I was right.

All hail me.

Been enduring here?

Not enduring.

Living.

Here in New Orleans
the whole time?

It's my home.

I am she, she is me.

I didn't know it was a gift.

I wore it like a curse.

I was selfish.

I...

I tried to make nights
awful for you.

I see.

I see.

I wanted you to suffer.

Because I was... suffering.

Oh...

Shall we list all the ways
we have wronged each other

and why it'll never be right
between monstrous--

I came to thank you.

For the gift you offered me.

The gift I denied.

For the nights in front of me,

where I might
learn to live honestly.

Thank you.

September 8th...

1973.

September 8th, 1973.

It was 11:07 here.

It would have been
9:07 in San Francisco.

Armand called me.

Were you there?

Yeah.

Did you hurt yourself?

I was lost.

I was in a dark way and...

I was thinking about...

I can't...
I can't get her out of my mind.

You have the same problem?

Yeah.

I can't, Louis.

- I can't...
- Hey, hey.

Hey, it's not on you.

You hear me?

I carried her home.

I made you turn her.

And saved her from a fire...

so a half century later
she could...

She looked at me, at the end...

like a child...

looking to her father.

But I was never...

And we are back
in five, four, three, two...

Welcome back, Atlanta,
and welcome to my next guest,

the two-time Pulitzer Prize
winning investigative journalist

and author of the current
bestselling fictional memoir

"Interview With The Vampire",
Daniel Molloy.

Thanks, Leonard.
It's a memoir, it's not fiction.

That is one of the main topics
of debate regarding your book.

Is it true or is it a joke?

Well, I've sold five million
books in four months...

- Yes.
- You can't see
the forest for the trees

they killed printing it.
Hey, Atlanta, check out

- the book fair this weekend.
- It is gonna be quite something.

- The Washington Post...
- The Bezos Bugle...

That's a good one.

It called your book
a sophomoric footnote

in an otherwise stellar career.

- A conceptually weird...
- Middle finger

to the publishing industry
that turned its back on him

a decade ago.
I don't read reviews.

Is it true you shopped this
book to every major publisher

in the country and the UK?

- What is this?
- It's a legitimate question.

No, it's not. I mean,

you haven't even told your
viewers what the book is about.

Good point! The book
purports to be an interview
with an actual vampire.

Oh, I know what it's about,
it's about you, Leonard,

trying to go viral with your
dinky little provincial
news desk.

Yeah, I did... I did
interview an actual vampire.

Oh, here's the camera. I
interviewed an actual vampire...

Actually two vampires, a species
that's lived among us
for centuries

and it's supported by a mountain
of historical documentation.

- You took a noble career.
- You didn't even read it.

- Put it in the shredder.
- You didn't read the book!

You were one of our finest,

and now you're a Bigfoot hunter

- chasing Jesus's bloodline.
- Hey, man! I've sold...

millions of these books,
more than Johnny Grisham,

or Prince Harry and
the prisoner of Santa Barbara.

It's a great f-BLEEP read
and you're a hack.

What a delight.

Thanks so much for being here,
Daniel Molloy.

- Can't wait to read the book.
- BLEEP.

Page after page of heresy.

Run him down, all of us.

Rip out him
fangs and cut out him tongue.

- Louis!
- Hunt him down!

Louis.
Louis Du Lac. It's me.

Listen, your royalty checks
keep bouncing back to me, man.

I need a forwarding address.

Why not send them to your
editors at the Talamasca?

The shit
they made me take out.

No editors next book, I promise.

There won't be a next book.
There shouldn't have been
a first book.

You want the ten million back,
just say it, man.

Send me an address.

You know where I live.

I really wouldn't be
staying put if I were you.

I'm guessing you haven't
heard from my maker?

- No.
- Fucking asshole.

I'm sorry you were
burdened out of spite.

I shouldn't have
left you alone with him.

Make it up to me.
We'll do a follow-up book.

What do you want, Daniel?

I'm worried about you.

I'm fine.

I keep hearing the other vamps
talking about you.

They're really fucking
pissed off about our book.

And you want to write
another with me?

Sequels,
audio books, sex toys.

Yeah.

You've become a good killer.

You still
haven't read it, have you?

It's the top of my stack.

You said that last month.

It's getting early here, Daniel.

Get out of Dubai, Louis.

Hey, where did you get
those headphones?

Kill him.

Stuff him
in the oven like a...

We'll all get a chop.

Burn him!

A hairy, naked banquet!

Burn it!

The skyscraper.
The skyscraper. The skyscraper!

- Quiet now.
- Who is that?

Is that him?

All of you.

- Is that him?
- Shh-shh-shh.

This is the vampire
Louis Du Lac.

I live in
the penthouse apartment

at the Al Sharaf Towers
in Dubai,

United Arab Emirates.

The security staff here
is robust but mortal.

My front door
is always unlocked,

as are the windows
to my balcony,

which were designed with
a protective film coating

for those of us
"sun-challenged".

So for all you cowards
out there talking shit,

talking about
taking a run at me,

hear this now and hear it plain.

I own the night.

Johnson: And that's the end of
it, and there's nothing else.

That's the end of our season.

It would appear
that all is lost.

And these significant
characters,

who hopefully have entertained

and fascinated us
for all of this season,

come to their end.

Claudia is dead.
I was dead.

Louis feels deeply responsible
for her,

feels responsible
for the good things that happen

and the bad things
that happen to her.

Louis:
My rage had risen,

followed closely behind
by my madness.

However you meant it,
do not find yourself

at the theater tomorrow night
at curfew.

Burning the theater down
physically was really difficult

because keep in mind,

we were just lighting fires
in an old wooden building,

and we had firemen
and everybody standing by.

Every time a match was lit,
there were three people there.

LePere-Schloop: We knew that
there was going to be a fire.

So the other thing that we did

is we put a layer
of cement board

underneath all of our flooring.

We put cement board behind walls

so that even
if our finishes were wood,

there was something
underneath it

that was going to help
with fire prevention

in the existing structure.

The coven got
what they deserved,

every one of them.

Burn it down.
Let them burn.

He did what I might do.

That's his sister,
his daughter, his companion.

And they were very vengeful.

So occasionally
an eye for an eye.

Louis: Nine in all.
That meant four had escaped.

Anderson:
In shooting that scene.

It's such an iconic part
of the book,

but it's also, like, a very
iconic part of the film,

and I think we've done
something different.

Louis:
Hello, Francis.

Anderson: Louis has just left
the theater.

Now he's on his way
to get Santiago,

who's the ringleader.

Louis:
Come to me, Francis.

It's Santiago to you!

An understudy
for Osric.

Anderson:
I think his main plan, really,

with Santiago is to just,
like, wind him up,

is to bait him,
lure him to Louis,

and then chop his head off.

I am about to film my death.

Was that a big spoiler?

No, it isn't, not if you've
read the books.

It's a combination of stuntman,
me, and a fake head,

which fortunately, I worked with
the makeup designer, Tami Lane,

on a different show and
they did a full cast of my head,

so they had one in stock.

He's made of rubber,
so he's pretty solid.

He's really hard to destroy,
just like Ben Daniels.

So I was really glad
I didn't have to do it again.

It's so awful
if you're claustrophobic.

You're encased
in gel and plaster

with just tiny holes through
your nostrils for 15 minutes.

That's just what I sent him.

That was our conversation
about this scene,

was that picture.

He just texted it to me.

Man: Three, two, one.
Action!

Given what a wonderful
character Ben created

with Santiago,
it was fitting to give him

a sort of real cinematic death.

Say that about
Claudia to my face.

Ask for it, child.

The light's going out
of your blue eyes.

The Louis and Lestat
relationship in episode 8

is lovely conclusion

to the full two seasons
of their relationship.

At the beginning
in Magnus' lair,

Louis doesn't know how much
Lestat did to save Louis' life.

He does-- He's not aware
of that at that point.

Louis: That why you crossed
an ocean?

To rehearse a play

that would burn
your daughter alive?

Louis really just
does the thing

that he thinks will
most destroy Lestat,

which is leave him...

Here's your death,
Lestat.

...and leave him
for someone else.

You know, Lestat's
deep, deep insecurity

is the thing Louis just pours
salt on in that moment.

Louis doesn't have
all the information,

just to clarify.

Reid: Lestat really thinks
that Louis knows

that he saved him,
so he's quite surprised

when he turns up with Armand,

and Louis' blaming him
for Claudia's death,

which is, you know, fair enough,
because Lestat was a part of it,

but they all were part of it.

He and I are going to spend
the rest of our lives together.

There's a very interesting
dynamic

between Lestat and Armand,
with Lestat looking at Armand,

and Armand thinking,
"Oh, my God."

Enjoy him.

"You could just ruin everything
for me right now."

And he doesn't.

Let's see how long
it holds.

Everything he's been playing
up until this point--

the facade of the stoic, wise,
responsible

514-year-old vampire
who sticks to his principles

has been shown to be
a complete lie.

Back to the trial again,
it seems to me

that there was more than one
person in the theater that night

who could have saved you.

Anderson:
Lestat would have saved Claudia

if he had the energy.

I believe that to my core.

Banishment.

It's just that
he had to save Louis.

You were supposed to die
with Claudia.

He didn't save you.

Lestat did.

What we discover
in the course of the 15 episodes

of these two guys
is that they have

such profound love
for each other,

but they are really capable
of hurting each other

in unspeakable ways.

Hello, Lestat.

Hello, Louis.

And I think that that's
where they get to

in the final embrace
in New Orleans.

I don't want to speak for them

because we don't hear
what they say.

As an audience member,

I see them forgiving each other
for what they've done.

I carried her home.
I made you turn her.

She looked at me
at the end like a child...

...looking to her father.

It was a beautiful ending

for this whole chaotic
revenge Louis

that we see in those last
couple of episodes, yeah.

Anderson:
It's a beautiful scene.

And, yeah, there's things
that are said at the end

that nobody will ever know
other than me and Sam.

Reporter: It is one
of the main topics of debate

regarding your book--
is it true or is it a joke?

In this scene,
we understand

that Malloy is a vampire,

and I'm very excited about that
as a fan.

The reveal
really happens in a beat.

It happens in the taking
off of sunglasses.

I'm guessing you haven't heard
from my maker.

Eric Bogosian both was
surprised and not at all

when he realized
that his character, Malloy,

was to become a vampire.

I'm sorry you were burdened
out of spite.

You get a sense in that, like,

final interaction with them
in this season

that Daniel has become
kind of like

an annoying little brother
to Louis.

Malloy: You still haven't read
it, have you?

Louis:
It's the top of my stack.

You said that last month.

It's getting early here,
Daniel.

Get out of Dubai, Louis.

Louis' Inviting all the
vampires to come and get him.

This is the vampire
Louis du Lac.

It's his signing off.

So for all you cowards
out there talking...

Anderson:
I think that...

...talking about
taking a run at me...

Anderson:
...he needs that friction.

...hear this now.

He needs something
to fight against.

I own the night.