So, Mr. du Lac. How long have you been dead?
I'm saying you'd do it for 10%.
10% for all the work?
These men look down on you.
Do you not know your value?
He wouldn't tell me how he did it.
Don't do that here! Not with my family.
I loved my brother more than anyone on Earth.
Paul! Paul!
Paul's in Hell because of you.
Help me, please!
I laid down with the devil.
*
It's Venetian.
A contemporary of Tintoretto's.
"Marius de Romanus."
Never heard of him.
Little of his work survives.
Mr. de Pointe du Lac covets the rare.
Do you hear that?
[Creaking in distance]
I keep hearing that sound.
Well, the building sways a bit,
but that is according to its design, given the height.
We call it the groan.
It won't disturb your meal, which is ready now.
Did you always work for him?
Please have a seat.
Sign an NDA?
I mean, is it only work or are you and he...?
I serve a god.
It is my honor to serve.
Mr. de Pointe du Lac will join you at course seven.
Seven? Wait, but how many courses are there?
Fattening me up for the inevitable end?
*
Butler #1: Duck foie gras terrine, pickled fruit,
roasted apple bonbon.
*
[Box opens]
*
There he is.
You missed at least three or four endangered species.
I want to apologize for my outburst earlier.
I can assure you, it will not happen again.
Memory is a monster.
We forget, it doesn't.
Uh, this is session two, Louis de Pointe du Lac.
Eh, can we turn down the music?
[Volume decreases] Butler #1: Ajoblanco.
Bread, crushed almonds, garlic, olive oil, and salt,
a garnish of green grapes,
and AB negative, fresh from the farm.
Bon appétit.
Part of me wants to ask about the farm.
Two vampires walk into a church.
That's where we left off.
Blissing out post-priesticide.
[Groaning]
Louis: The bliss was merely a stage in my transformation --
pain followed, a seizing and unrelenting pain,
through which I would pass before my apprenticeship began.
What's happening?
Lestat: Your body is confused.
Your lungs feel like water, your heart, fire.
You feel as if you're dying,
because you are.
[Groaning]
[Retches]
And then, there's the retching.
I recognize the hypocrite I am,
emphasizing cleanliness after I overindulged,
but a proper disposal is the penance of a sated vampire.
And you won't always have a conveniently located graveyard
nearby, so... [Breathing heavily]
Nuh-uh-uh-uh.
Nuh-uh-uh.
We live off the blood of the living.
Lap up the blood of the deceased
and it'll suck you right down into death,
along with your victim.
Hmm?
[Humming] [Strained breathing]
[Grunting] [Groaning]
Ugh.
[Groaning continues]
[Grunts] [Body thuds]
[Groans]
Uh.
Louis.
*
[Laughing]
[Wind whistling]
There's the spark.
*
[Laughing continues]
*
[Whistling continues]
*
[Laughing continues]
*
[Laughing]
*
Louis: Lestat's blood was giggling inside me,
teasing my senses, illuminating the district
with overwhelming detail,
as if I had walked my entire life as a dead man,
and now, dead, could finally receive
the secrets of existence.
Daniel: You were fucking loaded.
Beyond articulation.
[Electricity crackles, hums]
*
Lestat: Your ears will pick up the world
like a maddening symphony. [Dog chews]
Follow my voice, a single strain.
Your eyes will wander, led by your hunger.
[Couple moans]
Are you hungry, Louis?
Uh-huh. [Chuckles]
They were your brothers and sisters once,
but now they're your savory inferiors.
A young Tempranillo, fleshy and tart.
[Indistinct conversation]
A Primitivo, hints of iron, rather plain otherwise.
[Indistinct conversation]
A pair of oak-aged cabernet, thick-skinned and chewy.
* Way haul away
* We'll haul away, Joe Hunting is an art.
You have the power to subdue anyone you want,
but sometimes restraint is your most powerful weapon.
* Way haul away, we'll haul away, Joe *
* Way haul away, we'll haul away, my Rosie *
* Way haul away Him.
[Chuckles] Straight to the prettiest girl
at the party.
I admire the aesthetic,
but you'll spend most of your evening
trying to separate him from his crew.
You'll race the sun to the kill,
and when he turns up missing in the morning,
you'll have half the frigate on the prowl, looking for him.
In the beginning, it's best to let the food come to you.
Here you go.
I was a baby bird in Lestat's nest --
not yet ready to hunt, but desperate to feed.
[Slurps] So, I'm taking my daughter
to -- to look at horses, uh, Palominos.
You know, those -- those Indian types that --
that they run free out West, and, uh, I gotta tell you,
I'm, uh, I'm doing pretty good for myself, you know?
It's a new century,
new job, so I'm actually entertaining the thought
of getting her one of these,
you know, a special horse.
We go down to the fairground.
She says, "Daddy, why is that horse walking so funny?
Why is his -- his back all crumpled up like that?"
Well, I tell her, I say, "Honey, once the work has gotten
used all up out of a horse..." [Heart beating]
"...this is what happens --"
Amusing, their relentless questions at that age.
That's right.
I tell her, "This is the nature of things.
[Heart beating] [Echoing] Someone has to
hew the oats, someone has to harvest the corn,
the harrow, the tiller."
[Normal voice] Why are you gentlemen down here?
Uh, now, what do you grow? You grow cotton?
Sugar.
[Indistinct conversations]
Sugar...Sugar.
Careful, mon cher, you're beginning to frighten the man.
Um...
So, I look at my daughter's tear-stained face
and I say to her, "Maggie,
that's why your daddy sells tractors."
International Harvester Farmall.
Go ahead and take that. Might come in handy.
[Door opens] Salesman: So [Chuckling]
I am talking about gas-powered,
open-geared beast of burden.
Ooh-la-la.
This is fancy, right here.
Uh, just to be clear here, gents, we --
we are here to talk about, uh, farm equipment.
Am I right? Mm.
And a streamline tractor, you know,
not only gonna increase your harvest,
but it's gonna keep your child from tears.
Oh, thank y-you.
You, uh, on your sleeve --
Whenever you're ready, Louis.
[Gasps, grunts]
[Breathes heavily]
I knew it. I knew you --
Aah!
[Gasps]
What the fuck? [Breathes heavily]
The neck. Bite the neck, Louis.
No -- [Gasping]
No, you don't bite the blood.
You suck it.
[Slurping]
Yes, yes, that's better. [Feet thump]
Good.
For our next carpet, I'm thinking Persian.
Arabesque maybe.
Certainly need a more efficient way of ridding the waste.
Ugh.
The first time is the most unwieldy.
Soon you'll be a natural.
You'll come to enjoy it, its variations, little surprises.
[Thud] I-I gotta go home.
This is your home now, Louis. Breathe.
I -- I gotta collect money from the cribs.
I have all the money we need. Breathe.
I have to go see Grace and Paul.
Oh, dear. You ain't fuckin' hearin' me!
[Grunts]
[Breathes shakily]
I -- I need to go home.
*
[Door closes]
You're going to find that very difficult.
[Groaning, breathing heavily]
[Grunts] Hey!
[Breathes heavily]
[Coughs]
[Groaning]
[Screams] What the hell?
Hey, now. [Screaming continues]
That's coming out of my pay.
[Screaming continues] Lord Jesus!
[Screaming continues]
[Pounding on door] [Screaming]
Lemme in!
[Screaming, pounding continue]
Let me in, God damn it!
Open the fucking door!
[Breathes heavily]
*
The sun gives life to everything but us.
I should have taught you that.
The life of a vampire has its challenges
and its rewards...
[Metal clicks, squeaks]
...but I think New Orleans, with its music, culture,
cuisine, shipping yards, conventioneers,
thrill-seeking tourists far-flung from their homes,
the laissez-faire attitude of the local police force
[Chuckles] oh, yes...
[Gears click, squeak]
...the perfect setting for a vampire home...
[Chains click] ....a vampire romance.
*
I ain't sleepin' in there.
[Chuckles]
We'll get you your own soon enough.
You've had a long life, Louis,
and such an extraordinary one ahead.
Have a rest.
*
It's okay.
You can be on top.
*
Helluva bender.
He rushed me headlong through the encounter
as if it were something to put behind us.
Death, rebirth, coming out, homicide,
too many firsts for one night.
Coming out?
You robbed a daughter of her father, maybe a pet pony.
How's sexuality play in that?
It's a complicated question, Daniel,
and we shouldn't conflate it with the salesman's death.
Humor me.
To satisfy your fixation, being transformed by Lestat,
being desired by him, bedding down with him
was an overture of sorts to that side of my nature.
To the shame of queer theorists everywhere.
I got in that coffin on my own free will.
In the quiet dark,
we were equals.
White master, Black student, but equal in the quiet dark.
Provocation.
Is this the primary tool one walks away with
after downloading your Internet class?
[Clattering]
Butler #1: Rabbit, three ways, and Vulpes rueppellii,
or Ruppell's sand fox.
[Screeching]
Back to the salesman for a sec.
Clearly, you were haunted by it, the --
the taste of his blood in the back of your throat,
up in your gums.
Let me ask you, Daniel,
do you contemplate the life of the rabbit before you cut it?
Or do you simply cut?
[Crying]
[Breathing heavily]
Mmm.
[Exhales deeply]
Vampires are killers,
apex predators whose all-seeing eyes
were meant to give them detachment,
the ability to see a human life in its entirety,
not with any mawkish sorrow,
but with the thrilling satisfaction
of being the end of that life
and having a hand in the divine plan.
Don't expect every reader to swallow that one.
That's the purpose.
Our book must be a warning as much as anything.
It was the right line of questioning.
I was haunted by the salesman, and as a fledgling vampire,
I did not readily take to killing.
When I first started learning English, I abhorred it.
Every word felt like a doorknob falling out of my mouth.
Chapeau is a hat, étoile was a star --
Killin' folks ain't a second language.
But when I started dreaming in English,
that's when I embraced it.
And now, I have English consonants to thank
for this astonishing jawline.
These are nightmares I'm having, Lestat, not dreams.
[Horn honks]
Finn, how's your arm?
Is it healing properly?
You might need a proper doctor, my friend.
Me arm's fine.
You let me know if you need a doc.
There is something, Mr. du Lac.
The new gaming house you're fixing up for the alderman,
I want to manage it.
I'm good with people, and I'm good with numbers.
Hmm...
I'll take it up with Fenwick.
Much obliged.
Mm-hmm.
He's lying, you know.
He'll figure I'm a bean counter.
No, he wants the job so he can steal from you.
Overcharge for drinks and women --
not enough for you to notice, but enough to make him
"good extra," he calls it.
And you know that 'cause you got in his head just now?
Vampires can read minds, mon cher.
Right.
And you gon' sit on that skill for how long?
Hmm.
You gon' make me beg?
[Engine starts]
One might think the ability to read a mind
a most useful gift, but, in reality, it's quite mundane.
I forget I can do it most days.
Is that right?
Every human thought boils down to three things --
"I want food," "I want sex," "I want to go home."
You see that man right there?
I want you to peel away every sound
until you find his heartbeat.
Now hold the heartbeat. [Heart beating]
You hear his lungs leaking and flooding air?
His mind is just another bodily sound.
Panhandler: Day and a half since my last meal.
Church says, "Pray about it."
The Lord can't make me no food.
[Chuckles] "I want food." Shall we?
Woman: It's not cheating with a woman
because I can't get pregnant.
"I want sex." [Chuckles]
Man: I'm gonna ditch this town and be somebody.
That's not -- Give it a moment.
Or I'll just go home.
Voilà. [Laughs]
Wait. I saw a little flash just now of his house.
Yes.
You'll see, as your powers grow,
you can see their thoughts, like a one-reeler almost.
Dull, monotonous picture shows.
It's a very distracting gift, the petty musings of meat.
Peel back on me then.
What am I thinkin' right now?
[Chuckles]
You'll have to tell me yourself.
A sacrifice is made when the Dark Gift is shared.
You can't read my mind anymore?
The architects of our creation mean to humble us.
We're at the mercy of the other's discretion.
Just like the meat.
[Sighs] Hmm.
You're not one of them anymore, fledgling.
You chase after phantoms of your former self.
I'll break you of it.
[Indistinct conversations]
Louis: My unwillingness to separate from humanity
was a constant struggle in my vampiric existence.
I felt it was essential to maintain ties.
But it was getting more difficult.
The curtain goes up at eight.
We'll only be here an hour.
They'll seat us late, and we'll miss Nora's entrance
with the Christmas tree.
You ain't gon' miss anything.
Look what the wind blew in.
Louis: Mama. [Footsteps approach]
[Indistinct conversations]
You remember Lestat.
Madame de Pointe du Lac,
all the kindness for the invitation.
I don't remember inviting him, but please,
take your overdressed self and have a fine time.
[Chuckles]
I see you have a banjo band in your front yard.
Mm-hmm.
Madame.
Louis.
Was that necessary?
Move half a mile away,
don't come see your family for half a season.
[Sighs] Don't come back fragile, son.
Haven't heard a knock on my door.
It's a half-mile both ways, Mama.
Hm. [Heart beating]
Look at his nails.
He's getting his fingernails done.
And the glasses?
Some fashion certain men like him do.
Lord.
[Sighs]
Eye doc says I gotta wear them from now forward.
Sensitive eyes.
*
You seen Grace about?
[Indistinct conversations in distance]
*
Louis: You seen my alligator, ma'am?
[Gasps] Seems I lost it
by the punchbowl.
Oh, been too long.
I know, I know.
[Heart beating]
Wait.
[Beating continues]
Oh, my.
You makin' me an uncle right here?
Who told you? No one told me.
It was Levi. I could tell by the look...
I ain't far enough along. ...on your face.
He shouldn't be telling anyone. And...
And what? And...
And what?
Gon' be twins. [Scoffs, chuckles]
You a fool doctor now?
Oh, I miss you, Louis.
Yeah.
You hearin' me?
Look at me, Louis.
Take them glasses off and look at your baby sister.
Don't. Gimme those back.
Your eyes...
like a church window.
Same eyes, same me.
Different you.
Better you, I'd say.
You hide from me this long again,
I'll hunt you down and slap you sideways.
[Both laugh]
I got you something.
Oh, no, Louis.
What is this? I don't need your money.
It ain't for you, it's for the babies.
Stop it with the "babies".
One's gon' be plenty.
There's two of 'em.
[Chuckles]
Well.
This'll come in handy, then.
Levi ain't the businessman you are.
[Chuckles]
So, how's it in the district?
Must be good if this here's extra.
Oh. [Chuckles] [Laughs]
Now, I-I know it's hard to see it now,
but Mr. Fenwick gon' have himself
the most profitable sportin' house
this side of Basin Street.
The alderman certainly thinks so,
but then you have to ask yourself why he sent me.
New business, new partner.
No, sir, Mr. Carlo, I-I'd do the same thing myself.
You got your own personal attorney, do you, boy?
No, sir.
But then, I'm not an alderman, am I?
No, you're his partner.
Hm.
These balconies, they have to be decorative only.
Building codes allow those for residents, not for business.
Well, that's only if you call it a balcony.
What are you callin' it?
Fire escape.
[Laughs]
That's clever, my boy.
That's very clever. [Chuckles]
Right.
Dozen rooms, proper acoustics for the musicians.
You know, good for those waitin'.
Best to drown out the business behind the walls.
Yes.
Oh, you really do have a mind inside out head of yours,
don't you?
I-I know some of the finishes seem penny heavy,
but it's the alderman's name goin' out there,
so every detail has to shout "exclusivity".
You're bright and industrious, huh?
[Laughs]
I trust you're overseeing all stages of construction as well?
Yes, sir.
Fire escape.
[Laughs]
Now, I must say, I had my doubts, but
you really have earned your 15%.
You truly are an exceptional Negro.
Thank you, sir. Mm-hmm.
[Laughs]
Ah, "fire escape." [Laughs]
Louis: "Exceptional Negro." Ah, yes.
"Thank you, sir."
It was the call and response of my entire life.
I had let them talk to me like that so long,
I stopped hearing it.
"Yes, sir."
"Of course, sir."
Subject, verb, agreement, "sir".
Smile, nod, "yes, sir."
They all came from the same organ inside me --
an organ unknown to science at the time.
Because what scientist would look for an organ found only
in Black men who use their weakness to rise?
But I wasn't a man anymore.
I was something else.
I had powers now and decades of rage to process,
and it was both random and unfortunate,
the man picked that night to dabble in fuckery.
If not him, would have been the next man.
Louis, my boy, j-- [Screams]
This was your man's esquire, sent in his stead!
I was hungry. Stone's throw
from your place of business.
What were you thinking? He disrespected me.
How did he do that?
He told me I did a good job.
You are a library of confusion.
There's some things... [Door opens]
...you don't get about America, Lestat.
Yes, let's have this conversation again.
Colored, white.
Creole, French.
Queer, half-queer, mostly queer, what is it?
Non-discriminating.
[Grunts] Complicated situation
we got here's what I'm saying.
[Body thuds] A couple of parish priests
go missing, people say, "Fine.
Most likely kid-fiddlers."
But this, this was an important man in town.
The police will be looking for this man, fledgling.
That's why we got this beast, yeah?
No, you need to show restraint, fledgling!
Oh, you need to stop using that word right now,
'cause it's soundin' a little like "slave".
Don't say it. Well, that's what
it fuckin' sound like. [Sighs]
It's what it feel like sometimes.
And the carousel comes around again.
Fuck you.
[Speaking French]
[Sighs] [Door closes]
Lestat: I don't like sleeping angry.
For the record, if disrespect was done to you,
I would have killed him myself.
Well, what can I do to make it up to you?
I wanna buy the Fair Play Saloon.
That's ambitious.
If you don't wanna help, I'll do it myself.
Ridiculous of you to mix human and vampire business.
It always ends poorly.
But how can I stop you?
How can I say no to you?
*
Man: Sign here and here and here.
Tom: Well, I do not see the clause in this paperwork
wherein I continue to eat, drink, and fornicate
on the house.
Louis?
You have my word, and my word is thicker than paper...
Mm. ...Tom.
Louis: It was a grand and loving gesture on Lestat's part.
That's a mighty tall ladder you're climbin', Mr. du Lac.
And I was now the owner
of the brightest club in the district.
My club, my rules.
[Indistinct conversations]
I opened the doors to anyone with money to burn.
I paid the staff better, paid the band better,
all the while helping those who had been with me
down the block to better themselves.
Miss Williams. Mr. Du Lac.
And it was a pointless point of pride
that I paid back every cent I borrowed from Lestat.
It was everything I had ever wanted or wished for.
And it doubled nicely as a revolving door of prey.
You fellas know where I can find the Fair Play Saloon?
You about five years late.
So how long are you in town for?
Man: Uh, yeah, I'm just --
From 1912 to 1917,
I made a mountain of money,
enough to retire and be buried like a pharaoh.
But in the essential duties of the executor in charge,
I had been most delinquent.
We named him Benjamin.
Benny. [Baby coos]
Did you even meet the twins?
No, ma'am. Ma'am?
I look that old to you?
No, I mean, I haven't had the pleasure
of meetin' more of the family.
I've been so busy with work, and, you know --
Him?
You know my situation.
How are things with you and...
It's Lestat still, right?
Yes, it's Lestat. Shh!
[Baby coos]
Got some gumbo on the stove still.
Tasted great this evening.
Let me fix you something.
I'm good. [Baby coos]
Hold your nephew.
[Chuckles softly] [Baby coos]
He's the quiet one, this one.
The other two...
the twins?
Lord, help us.
[Baby cooing]
[Breathing heavily]
[Heart beating]
*
[Breathing heavily]
*
All right. Here it is.
Still warm.
Well? [Baby coos]
No, please.
You look good.
You should stay the night.
I'm sure Mama would love to see you.
[Baby coos]
[Both laugh]
[Babies crying] Shh, shh.
Let's see if he goes back down, let's see.
Levi: Honey, the twins again! [Crying continues]
Florence: Grace! Okay. [Sighs]
Let -- Let me just see what the hell is goin' on.
Oh, no, I -- Shh.
[Crying continues] [Baby cooing]
[Breathes heavily] [Heart beating]
*
[Baby crying]
*
I no longer kill.
My last victim was in the year 2000.
Some Y2K disagreement?
I want our readers to understand that.
Okay.
Did you eat the baby?
I sit here a master of my instincts.
Mm-hmm.
And what about the others out there?
Have they mastered theirs?
Just the opposite.
Most of them are slaves to the blood,
exhausted from decades, centuries of hiding,
giddy to increase their numbers.
Mm-hmm.
Two questions --
did you eat the baby?
And is the pandemic the opening they've been waiting for?
Pandemic, the unraveling of geopolitical foundations.
And you know this how?
You guys have a thread on 8chan?
I hear them.
Our thoughts can travel thousands of miles
to one another.
I can stand out on my balcony, close my eyes,
and they're plotting speeds to me.
One of them, a brute in Madagascar,
called it "the great conversion".
The great conversion?
Well, good luck with that, because most people I know like
to play little ball in the afternoon,
or maybe going down to the beach,
catching a few rays.
Yes.
What on earth would a meth-addicted son
of a coal miner in West Virginia want with eternal life?
Did you eat the baby?
Or the Arab youth whose family were wiped from existence...
Did you eat the baby? ...by a Western drone?
No, I'm sure you're right.
Hello, Damek. Hey.
[Chair creaks]
[Fork clinks]
Mmm. [Blood squelches]
Mm-hmm.
[Speaking Russian]
He's American, Damek.
[Blood squelches]
You like Dubai?
I haven't had the time to sight-see.
[Blood squelches] Go to Kite Beach.
It's good.
Kites.
[Slurps] Mmm.
[Slurps]
[Hand pats]
Thank you, Damek.
See you soon.
As I was saying, I no longer kill.
You might have a drinking problem.
Rashid!
[Body thuds, Damek grunts]
The baby.
[Baby coos]
[Baby cooing]
*
[Baby crying]
*
Grace: Benny? Benny!
*
[Baby crying]
*
Louis: I had him in my arms... [Crying continues]
...and I was ready to tear into him.
I'm never gon' get control over it.
You've been skipping meals lately.
Don't think I haven't noticed.
It was my nephew.
You have to stop seeing them, Louis.
They'll grow fearful of you if they haven't already.
I can't do it.
It's a rite of passage for all of us.
If you love your family, as I know you do,
spare them all the pain that you are causing them.
I ain't never gon' have a family of my own, am I?
No sons, no daughters.
I'm your family, Louis.
You should just throw me in the incinerator
and make another one.
Hmm. And what a waste that would be.
I have two centuries walked this Earth and can report,
you have no twin.
No one as angry, as stubborn, as unaccommodating,
as maddening -- Sound like trash to me.
As loving, as dedicated, as thoughtful,
as imperfectly perfect as you've become.
You're a challenge every sunset, Saint Louis,
and I'd have it no other way.
Here's an idea -- let's take a holiday.
What about Rome?
Rome? R-Rome, Italy?
Would you prefer Rome, Wisconsin?
I can't just pick up and go to Rome.
I got a business to run.
Leave the Azalea to the capable hands of Miss Bricktop
and follow the Appian Way.
How you gon' get coffins across the Atlantic?
It can be an inconvenience, but not impossible, obviously.
Well, how do you get them from ship to train to cab?
Ah, the changeovers can be jarring, I'll give you that.
Well, maybe there's a deaf, blind porter we can hire
and kill when we get to the hotel.
Well, I had been thinking the Inghilterra.
Imagine hunting between the Caffe Greco
and the Spanish Steps.
But you've made your point. Pity.
We'll just have to settle for Rome coming to us.
Oh, another opera.
Not another opera.
Donizetti's comic masterpiece, "Don Pasquale."
I was an acquaintance of his, and I saw the premiere
at the Salle Ventadour 73 years ago,
and I remember it like it was yesterday.
I almost ate my nephew, Lestat.
It's the soprano Sofia Consoli's American debut,
her fifth stop in a 22-city tour,
so the orchestra should be in excellent form.
I have a private box, and I had tuxedos made.
I've been neglectful of our romance.
*
And a steadfast pupil deserves a divine reward.
He had a way about him, those first years, Lestat.
Preternaturally charming, occasionally thoughtful.
He was my murderer, my mentor, my lover, and my maker --
all of those things at once.
He didn't choose me to be his doormat.
I knew he enjoyed it when I fought back,
but there was present
a kind of worship on my part.
The earth beneath me always felt liquid.
*
The status I enjoyed in Storyville
did not extend itself to the operators and patrons
of the French Opera House on Bourbon and Toulouse.
We did what we always did to avoid conflicts there.
I performed as his valet, walked a pace behind him,
took his overcoat once we found our seats,
remained standing in the back of the box
until the lights went down, and only joined next to him
once the overture had begun.
And again... [Applause]
...he had a way about him,
so that as I sat there trying to practice restraint,
simmering in my indignation...
*
...Lestat seized it as opportunity to disarm me.
There is one thing about being a vampire
that I most fear above all else...
*
...and that is loneliness.
You can't imagine the emptiness --
a void stretching out for decades at a time.
*
You take this feeling away from me, Louis.
We must stay together and take precaution
and never part.
*
How many of us are out there?
We can't be the only ones.
How many vampires?
*
Not many, I'm afraid.
Maybe 100,
101.
[Applause]
*
Louis: The touring production of "Don Pasquale"
was a cheap affair,
but the soprano was everything Lestat said she would be.
[Singing in Italian]
*
And music,
that was where Lestat separated man from food.
Music pierced his damned soul.
And any human who were involved with the creation of it
existed on an elevated plane in his eyes.
I was moved to see he too had his human attachments.
[Singing in Italian]
And this woman sang for us, it seemed,
articulating the difficult love
we often had trouble expressing ourselves.
There was one issue, however,
that threatened to pop the bubble of our Italian holiday,
and that was the tenor playing Ernesto.
[Both vocalizing]
*
To be kind, he did not live
in the soprano's vocal stratosphere...
[Singing in Italian]
*
Ah.
...and Lestat was unamused.
[Singing continues]
I don't understand how someone like that
can make it onto a stage.
I understand they're a rogue company,
but are they pulling talent from roadside gas stations?
[Singing continues]
[Tenor sings flat note] [Grunts]
[Singing in Italian]
[Cheers and applause]
It didn't help matters that the majority of the audience
didn't seem to notice.
And so Lestat oscillated his disdain between the tenor
and the witless swamp-dwellers in the seats below.
The curtain fell like a guillotine,
and Lestat leapt to his feet in mock appreciation,
which could mean only one thing --
the hunt was on.
[Applause continues]
I stood in the lobby bar, nursing my complicity,
as rounds were bought and fake praise
was lavished upon the mark.
And I was surprised by a wave of nausea coming over me.
Here I was, six years his pupil,
and it was no different than the tractor salesman.
This poor soul was someone's son,
someone's brother,
and he was to be butchered.
For what?
An offending note?
[Singing in Italian]
*
Wrong.
[Singing in Italian]
He sat the tenor down, opened up the score in front of him
and sang as it was written.
And you could see all the doubts the young man had
about his art,
about himself, exposed on his nodding, agreeable face.
Lestat removed a lifetime of confidence, of joy,
in less than half an hour.
[Vocalizing]
[Notes play] [Speaking Italian]
[Gasps, groans]
[Body thuds]
So no more of your sound can pollute this world.
Why do you do this, Lestat? [Man gurgles]
Well, I like to do it. I enjoy it.
Well, I don't.
You don't have to humiliate him.
Well, I don't say that you have to enjoy it!
Kill them swiftly if you have to, but do it!
Embrace what you are!
You are a killer, Louis!
[Gasping]
Come now, love,
let's get you to the couch to die.
Louis: I was in denial.
For in bringing death,
Lestat was an artist.
He had cut the man tenderly so that he could not call for help,
but also so that his death was slow, meditative.
And I felt a charge witnessing it.
I listened to his thoughts as Lestat drank,
and this time, they came with vision.
I could see his life as he remembered it.
Scenes from an Italian childhood --
the Easter pageant in a mountain village,
an afternoon with his father on the sea,
watching the fishing boats
slowly encircle a school of tuna.
Something about a wet piece of bread in his pocket.
If you'd listen to me, if you finally submit to your nature,
you will be filled, Louis, with all the life you can hold.
You will see death in all its beauty,
life as it is only known at the very point of the death.
You alone, of all creatures,
can see death with that impunity.
You alone, under the rising moon...
*
...can strike like the hand of God.
And I'll say it for a third time and no more --
he had a way about him.
And I was still very much under his power.
We would drain the tenor for hours that night.
Lestat completely enthralled.
Myself, pretending to be.
*
Afraid to disappoint.
*
Lestat was wrong.
I was never going to be a natural.
I was never going to savor the aftertaste.
I was a shame-ridden second, a -- a fumbling,
despondent killer, a botched vampire.
*
I try to have a human dish once a week
to maintain the thread.
There was an offhanded remark in your memoir about this dessert.
I hope you don't mind.
[Chuckles softly]
*
What does this taste like to you?
Like almost all human food --
like paste,
chalk,
like soap.
This is the dessert I had after I proposed to my first wife,
after I got my shit together.
We were in Paris.
Little cafe on the Rue Servandoni,
up the way from Saint-Sulpice.
I know it. It's a beautiful street.
*
Alice --
half of her eyebrow was blond, like a mutt.
She always dyed it back to brown.
*
I liked it when she left it alone.
*
[Laptop whirs]
*
Louis: Do you ever think that we --
that's to say, our kind --
were put on earth for a larger purpose?
*
How was your night? Fine.
Jonah: So you a big-shot businessman now.
I like a little variety.
The devil walks at night.
*
[Screams]
Louis: Is my very nature that of the devil?
*
Two vampires walk into a church. That's where we left off.
Blissing out... post priest-icide.
Jones: Episode 2, "After the Phantoms of Your Former Self" --
it is Louis de Pointe du Lac as fledgling vampire
and Lestat as his master teacher.
Are you hungry, Louis? Uh-huh.
Louis trying to figure out what this new world is,
what the burdens are, and how to use these powers.
His mind is just another bodily sound.
Day and a half since my last meal.
Part of the tension here becomes about
"I am a different species than these people."
So if you're a vampire and you're a Black man
and people don't know that you're a vampire,
you are going to run up against a couple of things.
Bright and industrious, huh?
[Laughs]
And you don't have to put up with that bullshit anymore.
Louis: It was both random and unfortunate
the man picked that night to dabble in fuckery.
[Snarls]
But you can't be dropping bodies left and right.
What were you thinking? He disrespected me.
How did he do that?
He told me I did a good job.
[Sighs] You are a library of confusion.
We get to have a little fun with race and sexuality
and then the burdens of an interracial,
interspecies relationship.
You need to show restraint, fledgling!
You need to stop using that word right now,
'cause it sounded a little like "slave." Don't say it.
Well, that's what it fuckin' sound like.
And also the professor-student relationship. It's messy.
But something about taking of human life
is not sitting well with Louis...
and the complications of trying to have a foot in both worlds...
I -- I need to go home. ...sort of reminds him
of what a monster he thinks he's become.
[Both vocalizing]
The killing of the tenor is, I think,
the final sort of straw that, like,
"this is never gonna be comfortable for me."
[Gasps]
*
"I'm never gonna be a vampire like Lestat."
Lestat: If you finally submit to your nature,
you'll see death in all its beauty.
While he is at his most articulate
about what this is about, Louis fully admits it --
"I'm not buying it."
But he was still so under the throes of Lestat,
so he fakes it.
Louis: Afraid to disappoint.
Jones: The idea of being a botched vampire,
that slowly begins to kind of open up something inside Molloy.
I was never going to savor the aftertaste.
I was a shame-ridden second,
a fumbling, despondent killer.
Like any good journalist, he's sniffing around
for what the armor is, but there are things
in this story where you sit back and say,
"Hmm, vampires -- they're just like us."
This is the dessert I had after I proposed to my first wife.
He starts opening up a little bit,
catches himself and turns off the interview
and I think begins to, you know, start that road down
"how am I gonna empathize against
this predator that feasts on people like me?"
*