INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE
Adapted by Neil Jordan
From the novel by Anne
Rice
INT. ROOM. NIGHT (SAN FRANCISCO)
A small bare room,
illuminated only by the streetlight coming through the window.
A hand
presses a cassette into a recorder and fiddles with a small microphone.
Malloy sits over a table fiddling with the tape. He is young,
half-shaven, dressed in T shirt and jeans. He looks too --
LOUIS,
who stands by the window, looking out on the streeet, with his back to
Mallowy. Louis is dressed in an old-fashioned suit.
LOUIS So you want me to tell you the story of my life...
MALLOYThat's what I do. I interview people. I collect lives.
F.M. radio. F.F.R.C. I just interviewed a genuine hero, a cop who -
LOUIS
(quietly interrupting) You'd have to have a lot
of tape for my story. I've had a very unusual life.
MALLOYSo much the better. I've got a pocket full of tapes.
LOUIS You followed me here, didn't you?
MALLOY Saw you in the street outside. You seemed interesting.
Is this where you live?
LOUIS It's just a room...
MALLOY So shall we begin?
(Playfully, almost teasing)
What do yo do?
LOUIS I'm a vampire.
Malloy laughs.
MALLOY See? I knew you were interesting. You mean this
literally, I take it?
LOUIS Absolutely. I was watching you watching me. I was waiting
for you in that alleyway. And then you began to speak.
MALLOY Well, what a lucky break for me.
LOUIS Perhaps lucky for both of us.
Still in shadow
he turns from the window and approaches the table.
LOUIS I'll tell you my story. All of it. I'd like to do that
very much.
Malloy is uneasy as he studies the shadowy figure,
fascinated but afraid.
MALLOY You were going to kill me? Drink my blood?
LOUIS Yes but you needn't worry about that now. Things change.
Louis stands opposite, hand on the chair. Malloy is riveted.
MALLOY You believe this, don't you? That you're a vampire? You
really think...
LOUIS We can't begin this way. Let me turn on the light.
MALLOY But I thought vampires didn't like the light.
LOUIS We love it. I only wanted to prepare you.
Louis pulls the chord of the overhead naked light bulb.
LOUIS' FACE
appears inhumanly white, eyes glittering. Inhuman
or not alive. the effect is subtle, beautiful and ghastly.
MALLOY Good God!
He struggles to suppress fear and
understand.
LOUIS Don't be frightened. I want this opportunity.
The light appears to go out by itself and suddenly Louis is in the
chair, dimly lit by the street-light from the window. The cassette is turning.
MALLOY How did you do that?
LOUIS The same way you do it. A series of simple gestures. Only
I moved too fast for you to see. I'm flesh and blood, you see. But not human. I
haven't been human for two hundred years.
Malloy is speechless,
frightened yet enthralled.
LOUIS What can I do to put you at ease? Shall we begin like
David Copperfield? I am born, I grow up. Or shall we begin when I was born to
darkness, as I call it. That's really where we should start, don't you think?
MALLOY You're not lying to me, are you?
LOUIS Why should I lie? 1791 was the year it happened. I was
twenty-four - younger than you are now.
MALLOY Yes.
LOUIS But times were different then. I was a man at that age.
The master of a large plantation just south of New Orleans...
DISSOLVE
TO:
EXT. LOUISIANA. DAY. (1791)
A dishevelled Louis, hair in
pigtail, in deep pocket frock coat, rides his horse through the fields of
indigo, passing an overseer and slaves at work.
He passes slave quarters
and the distant colonial mansion of Pointe du Lac.
He comes to a small
parish church and a graveyard. he dismounts and walks through the tombs to an
elaborate one in Greek Style.
LOUIS (V.O.) I had just lost my wife in childbirth. She and the
infant had been buried less than half a year.
There is a marble angel
above the tomb, feminine, with a tiny cherub angel in her arms. Louis looks from
the angel, down to the inscriptions on the tomb:
DIANNE DE POINTE DU LAC 1763 - 1791
INFANT JEAN MARIE - 1791
Louis rps away the vines already covering the inscription,
then drinks from a pocket-flask. His face is ashen.
LOUIS (VO) I was twenty-four and life seemed finished. I
couldn't bear the pain of thier loss. I longed for a release from it.
INT. WATERFRONT TAVERN. NIGHT.
Louis in ragged lace and dirty
brocade sitting between two whores at a gaming table, drinking absinthe. All
around him flatboatmen, whores, gamblers, black african freedmen.
LOUIS (VO) I wanted to lose everything. My wealth, my estate,
my sanity. But Lady Luck didn't oblige.
Louis dsiplays a hand of four
aces. A gambler at the table stands in fury, over turning money, cards, drinks.
LOUIS You're calling me a cheat?
GAMBLER I'm calling you a piece of shit -
The
gambler pulls out a pearl-handled pistol and points it at Louis. The crowd
hushes and draws back. Louis smiles drunkenly and stands. he rips open his lace
shirt, exposing his chest.
LOUIS Then do me a favour. Get rid of this piece of shit...
The gambler's finger on the trigger. His hand shakes.
LOUIS You lack the courage of your convictions, sir. Do it.
LESTAT, a hooded figure in the corner, smiles from beneath the shadow
of his hood. Gleaming blue eyes.
LOUIS (VO) Most of all I longed for death. I know that now. I
invited it, a release from the pain of living...
The gambler lowers
his gun, scowling. Louis pockets the fistfulls of coins he has won.
EXT. WATERFRONT. NIGHT.
Loud, crowded riverfront taverns
full of ruffians. Louis staggers down, an arm around a whore, drinking from a
bottle. A pockmarked pimp follows behind.
LOUIS My invitation was open to anyone. Sailors, thieves,
whores and slaves...
EXT. WHARF. NIGHT.
Louis, quite
insensible, being propped up against a wall by the whore in a dank wharf over
the water. The pimp rifles his pockets, then pulss a knife, about to slice his
throat, when a shadow falls over him. He turns, and we see the face of Lestat,
who lifts him into the air by his throat, breaking his neck. the whore screams
and Lestat's other hand clamps over her mouth. Lestat drags her towards him.
Louis falls to the ground, supported no more, insensible. Close on his face, as
we hear the last breaths of life of the whore, off.
LOUIS (VO) But it was a vampire that accepted.
IN THE
WATER -
The bodies of the thief and whore float by. Above on the
wharf, Louis, now awake, stares down at them. He turns, to see Lestat, towering
above him.
LESTAT
They would have killed you -
LOUIS Then my luck would have changed.
LESTAT You want death? Is it death you want?
LOUIS Yes...
Lestat floats down on top of him, then
lifts him in the air, draws his head back by the hair and sinks his teeth in his
neck.
ON LOUIS' FACE - every muscle rigid, teeth clenched, as the
blood is drained from him.
ON THIER FEET - hovering above the
ground, like two quivering dancers.
THE WIND - billows through
the ghostly white sails and rigging of the boats around the wharf.
LESTAT - floats higher, with Louis in his arms, draining his
blood. One hand reaches out and grips a rope, hanging from a shipmast. The other
holds Louis. He withdraws his teeth, and looks into Louis' drained face.
LESTAT You still want death? Or have you tasted it enough?
Louis can barely get the words out.
LOUIS Enough...
Lestat smiles and lets him go. Louis
falls and plummets into the water below.
LOUIS' FACE - coming to
the surface, in the water lapping by the wharf. The bodies of the whore and
thief float beside him. He looks up and sees Lestat way above him, dangling from
the rope of the shipmast.
INT. ROOM. SAN FRANCISCO.
ON
MALLOY'S FACE
captivated, terrified, enthralled.
MALLOY That's how it happened?
LOUIS No. The Gift of Darkness requires more than that, as
you'll see.
EXT. WATERFRONT. DAY.
Louis floating by mudflats,
surrounded by dead fish, the carcases of animals, eighteenth century rubbish. He
gets to his feet and walks weakly through the mudflats. The sun is coming up
over the sea behind him.
LOUIS (VO) He left me half dead that morning. he wanted
something from me. He came back the following night.
INT. LAVISH
FRENCH-FURNISHED BEDROOM AT POINT DU LAC.
Louis is delerious in a
four-poster bed, shrouded with mosquito netting. A female slave, YVETTE,
bathes his face with a rag. She is crying. Other slave women hover in the
shadows. Yvette puts out all candles save one by the bed, and withdraws, with
the others.
Candlelight flickers on the face of the bisque virgin.
Louis tosses and turns, dreaming, murmuring incoherently. Then he opens
his eyes.
LESTAT, exquisitely dressed in French clothing, stands
by the bed smiling. In the light of the candle we see that he is not human; skin
too white; eyes too bright. Lestat looks amiable, even mischevious, but
impossible - and angel or monster.
Louis grabs his pistol from the table
and cocks it.
LOUIS Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house?
LESTAT And a beautiful house it is too. Yours is a good life,
isn't it?
Louis takes aim. Lestat puts his hand over the barrel.
Louis fires. The bullet tears a hole in Lestat's hand. Lestat is unfazed. He
takes the gun from Louis' hand and throws it away. His hand begins to heal.
LESTAT You're not afraid of anything, are you?
LOUIS Why should I be?
Louis reaches for his sword,
hanging by the bed, and point it. Lestat laughs indulgently. He draws closer.
LESTAT Are you going to put that through me too? Ruin my
beautiful clothes?
He comes closer to Louis, right up to his face, so
the sword passes through his waistcoat.
LESTAT Were all last night's promises for nothing?
He reaches out with his now-healed hand and plucks out the sword.
LOUIS What do you want from me?
LESTAT I've come to answer your prayers. You want to die, don't
you? Life has no meaning anymore, does it?
Lestat sits down on the
bed, drawing up one knee. Louis is becoming spellbound.
LESTAT The wine has no taste. The food sickens you. There seems
no reason for any of it, does there? But what if I could give it back to you?
Pluck out the pain and give you another life? And it would be for all time? And
sickeness and death could never touch you again?
The vampire theme
rises, with the sound of a heartbeat. Dissolve to:
EXT. GRAVEYARD.
NIGHT.
The camera drifts through the graveyard where Louis' wife is
buring. Everything is lit with an eery glow, as if seen through some unearthly
eye.
LESTAT Vampires, that's what we are. Creatures of darkness,
only we see it that darkness more clearly than any mortal has ever seen...
Louis and Lestat drifting, dreamlike, through the overhanging vines,
comes to the grave of his wife and child. Above the crypt, the statue of angel,
mother and child.
LESTAT Wouldn't it be sweet to bid pain goodbye? To wave away
anguish and grief? To embrace the peace of the unending night?
The
marble fingers of the child on the statue move. The angel raises her head and
has the face of Louis wife, Diane. she raises her hand and touches Louis
tear-streamed face. The child speaks.
MARBLE CHILD Papa...
Louis reaches out to embrace
them and finds himself touching cold marble. He cries out in anguish-
LOUIS Diane!!!!
LESTAT They are gone, Louis. Death took them. Death which you
can now destroy...
LOUIS NO!!!!!
INT. LOUIS BEDROOM. NIGHT.
Louis, thrashing on the bed in a delerium. Lestat places a hand on
his forehead and soothes him.
LESTAT You have to ask me for this. You have to want it, do you
hear me?
LOUIS Give it to me!!!
LESTAT Vampires. We thrive on blood.
LOUIS I want it!
Lestat bends close as if to drink
Louis' blood. Louis does not shrink back, but stares into his eyes. Lestat draws
back, then stands up and goes to the French doors.
LESTAT Tomorrow night. You must prove yourself. I will give you
the choice I never had.
He looks outside.
LESTAT The sun's coming up. Watch it carefully. If you come
with me tomorrow, you'll never see it again.
He leaves. Louis sits
dazed, staring at the empty French window. The sun rises with unnatural beauty,
over the swamplands and the plantation, filling the room, striking
water-pitcher, glass, mirror, and the picture of his dead wife.
LOUIS (VO) My last sunrise. That morning I was not yet a
vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, yet I don't
remember any sunrise before it. I watched the whole magnificence of the dawn for
the last time, as if it were the first. And the I said goodbye to sunlight and
went out to become what I became.
EXT. PLANTATION. NIGHT.
Lestat and Louis walk through the slave quarters, huddles groups
around fires, music, singing. The sound of whipping is heard.
LESTAT Your grief has unhinged you. You've let your estate rot.
In the woods beyond the quarters, the white overseer is whipping a
black slave, with horrifying savagery.
LESTAT You let your overseer run riot, work your slaves to the
bone. We'll start with him.
LOUIS How do you mean, start?
LESTAT Call him.
Louis calls.
LOUIS Carlos!!!
The overseer turns and comes towards
them, with the bloodied whip.
LESTAT Why the bloody whip, Carlos?
The overseer
looks into his eyes, shivers with terror, drops the whip and runs for the trees.
Lestat is on him in an instant. He sinks is teeth in his neck. Louis runs to
him, tries to pull him off. But Lestat turns to Louis and smiles, with his
bloodied mouth.
LESTAT Let's call that a start.
LOUIS I can't do it.
LESTAT You've just done it -
LOUIS Kill me if you will, but I can't do this...
He
flees, as Lestat ends to finish off the overseer.
EXT. POINTE DU
LAC. NIGHT.
Louis running up the steps leading to the gallery. He is
crazed with guilt. He looks up and sees -
LESTAT --
Sitting collected at the head of the steps.
LOUIS
Backs away as Lestat rises and descends the steps so fluidly he
hardly seems to move.
LESTAT Don't worry. He was white trash, they come at two a
penny. I dumped him in the swamp and untied the slave, licked his wounds clean.
LOUIS You're the devil, aren't you? That's who you are.
LESTAT (GENTLY) I wish I were. But if I were, what would
I want with you?
LOUIS I can't go through with it, I tell you.
LESTAT Your perfect. Your bitter and you're strong.
LOUIS But why do you want me?
LESTAT Because you're as strong as I was when I was alive.
Louis takes out his flask and drinks. Drunkely, he turns and heads
for a nearby swamp.
EXT. CEMETERY. NIGHT.
Louis stops
again in front of the crypt. Drinks from the flask, leans his forehead against
the stone.
Lestat appears beside him, radiant, beautiful.
LESTAT You really want to be with them?
LOUIS Yes. Kill me. Kill me like you promised -
LESTAT You asked for death. I didn't promise it -
In
a quiet rage, Lestat raise his fist and shatters the marble face stone,
revealing a coffin below. His fist shatters that in turn, revealing the
half-rotted body of a women, holding an infant, no longer recognisable as
individuals, a tangle of gruesome rotted hair, flesh, eaten away lace, insects
and worms crawling over it.
Louis gasps.
LESTAT It's not your wife and child my friend. It's death.
Just that simple. Think and choose. It happens to everyone. Except us.
Lestat stares at him, smiling, becoming a hazy dreamlike vision, then
hyperclear. Louis again is spellbound. He drops the flask, which shatters on the
stones.
Lestat appears angelic in his radiance.
LESTAT We shall be this way always, my friend. Young as we are
now. I'm lonely for a companion, lonely for your strength. But I'm not that
lonely. Do you want to come or not?
Louis capitulates in one long
sigh.
LOUIS Yes...
Lestat comes closer, smiling.
LESTAT Did I hear a yes?
LOUIS Yes...
Lestat embraces Louis, obscuring his
face. He drinks his blood. We hear two heartbeats, out of sync, coming together.
We see Louis' face, growing paler, paler, as his blood is drained. His eyes
stare upwards, losing thier focus.
LOUIS POV --
The moon,
through hanging vines. The marble statue of his wife and child smile at him, as
if come alive. Her hair blows in the breeze, wonderful gold tresses, the child's
fingers reach out...
BACK TO SCENE
Lestat lets Louis fall
down beside the broken crypt. Louis looks from the rotting bodies to Lestat
above him. radiant. Lestat speaks gently.
LESTAT I've drained you to the point of death. If you drink
from me you live for ever. If I leave you here you die.
Lestat lifts
his hand to his lips and blows Louis a kiss.
LOUIS No. Don't leave me here. Give it to me.
Lestat
lifts his own right wrist to his teeth. Fangs slash his own flesh, blood falls.
LESTAT You're sure?
LOUIS Sure...
Louis rises to accept the first drops
with his open mouth. Lestat gathers him up, as Louis clamps his hand on Lestat's
arm and drinks from the wrist.
The VAMPIRE THEME swells.
Lestat watches him drink his wrist with wry amusement. Louis finishes,
staggers away from him as if drunk.
LOUIS' POV -
Vampire
vision. The world is transformed, the swamp, the moon, the clouds, the cry of
the night birds all come to him with unnatural clarity. He looks down with pity
at the corpses of his wife and child who appear beautiful in death now rather
than repulsive. He closes the lid of the coffin and replaces it in the ground,
astonished at the ease of it.
He turns and stares at Lestat whom he sees
now with vampire's vision. Lestat's eyes are brighter, his buttons are
glimmering in the light. Everything is clearer, brighter, containing more facets
of light and colour.
LESTAT Stop staring at my buttons. Didn't I tell you it was
going to be fun?
Lestat leads him into the swamp. Everything
astonished Louis, as if he's never seen it before. Louis is suddenly racked by
shudders of pain.
LESTAT You're body's dying. Pay no attention. It will take
twenty minutes at most.
LOUIS Dying?
Louis dry-retches.
LESTAT It happens to us all.
Lestat wipes Louis'
brow.
LESTAT Come, you're going to feed now.
LOUIS I want a woman.
Lestat laughs and his laughter
echoes like bells in Louis' ears.
LESTAT That doesn't matter anymore, Louis. You'll see. Come...
LOUIS' VAMPIRE POV - SWAMP
Small high ground. Camp of runaway
slaves. Several share a bottle of rum around the fire. A male slave rises. A
gorgeous hunk of flesh in the moonlight and goes into the swamp to relieve his
bladder.
LESTAT They're all beautiful now. Men, women, the old, the
young...simply because they are alive. -
The slave walks towards them
in the darkness. A crucifix gleams round his neck.
LESTAT Take him.
LOUIS The crucifix -
LESTAT Forget the crucifix. Take him.
Louis
hesitates.
LESTAT Resist no more Louis. Feed...
The slave looks
up and sees them. Two gleaming white beings standing before him with devil's
eyes. The he runs.
Louis can resist him no more. He swoops on him with a
vampire's rapid movement, brings him to the ground and sinks his teeth in his
neck.
Close on Louis feeding on the slave, the magnificent body
shuddering in its death-throes. Lestat stands above, laughing.
The slave
dies. Louis rises from him, drunkenly, engorged with blood.
LOUIS What have I done?
LESTAT You have fed. You were made for this...
Louis
looks down at the body of the slave. Lestat's laughter echoes around him.
LOUIS Dear God, what have I done?
LESTAT You've killed Louis. And enjoyed it.
Lestat
laughs harder. Louis runs from him, screaming in anguish.
EXT.
GRAVEYARD. NIGHT.
Louis reaches his wife's grave. He falls to his
knees, throws back his head and bares his new fangs to the moon.
LOUIS Dear God, what have I become????
INT. ROOM. SAN
FRANCISCO. NIGHT.
Malloy stares at Louis, terrified and enthralled.
MALLOY You said the slave had a crucifix...
LOUIS Oh, that rumour about crosses?
MALLOY You can't look at them...
LOUIS Nonsense, my friend. I can look on anything I like. And I
am particularly fond of looking on crucifixes.
MALLOY The story about stakes through the heart?
LOUIS The same. As you would say today... Bull shit.
MALLOY What about coffins?
LOUIS Coffins... coffins unfortunately are a necessity...
EXT. MANSION. NIGHT.
Louis walks up the steps to the mansion.
He looks now like a fully-fledged vampire. Yvette, the slave girl stares at him
from the open doorway. Cascades of harpsichord music come from the interior.
LOUIS (VO) Killing is no ordinary act. It is the experience of
another's life for certain. That night I had lost my own life and taken
another's. I was drowning in a sea of human guilt and regret, with all the
heightened senses of a vampire...
Louis enters the mansion, following
the harpsichord music, as if in a dream. Yvette draws back as he approaches.
INT. MANSION. NIGHT.
Louis wanders into the parlour,
where Lestat is playing the harpsichord rapidly and exuberantly. Louis goes to a
full-length mirror and sees his own reflection there - quite the perfect
vampire.
LESTAT Yes, that's you, my handsome friend. And you'll look
that way till the stars fall from heaven.
LOUIS It can't be...
LESTAT Give it time. You're like a man who loses a limb and
still imagines he feels pain. It will pass. And we must sleep now. I can feel
the sun approaching.
EXT. POINTE DU LAC.
Dawn spreading over
the plantation.
INT. BASEMENT. POINTE DU LAC.
A brick
walled storage room. Two coffins stand on the floor. Lestat enters with a
lantern, Louis behind. Lestat is apprehensive and protective of Louis. He pulls
back one lid ot reveal a satin interior.
LESTAT You must get into it. It's the only safe place for you
when the light comes.
LOUIS And if I don't?
LESTAT The sun will destroy the blood I've given you. Every
tissue, every vein. The fire in this lantern could do that too.
Louis
approaches the coffin, hands trembling as he peers into it.
LESTAT Don't be afraid. In moments you'll be sleeping as
soundly as you ever slept. And when you awake I'll be waiting for you, and so
will all the world.
Louis crawls into the coffin, fearful yet
fascinated.
LOUIS You told me something earlier. You said you didn't have a
choice. Was that true?
Lestat smiles bitterly and nods.
LESTAT Someday I'll tell you. We have a lot of time to talk to
each other. You might say... we have all the time we shall ever need.
He closes the lid.
Total darkness. Sounds of Louis' panicked
breathing. Of his prayer again.
LOUIS Dear God, what have I done?
INT. DINING ROOM.
NIGHT.
Louis and Lestat sitting at a sumptuous table, piled with
uneaten food. Lestat is going through sheafs of documents.
LOUIS (VO) I awoke the next evening to a different world. And I
realized there are as profound differences between vampires as between human
beings...
Lestat, totting up figures on a piece of paper.
LESTAT Your wealth, dear Louis, is inestimable. Your income
from cotton alone will keep us in comfort for a century.
Louis just
stares at him.
LOUIS (VO) I sat there staring at him with contempt. He had the
soul of a shopkeeper, he was the sow's ear out of which nothing fine could be
made. I felt sadly cheated in having him as a teacher...
Lestat looks
up at him and grins.
LESTAT You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that
mortal coil. You'll become accustomed to things all too quickly.
LOUIS Do you think so?
Yvette enters, stands behind
him, staring at Lestat with loathing.
YVETTE You are not hungry, sir...
LESTAT Au contraire, my dear. He could eat a horse...
Lestat laughs loudly. Louis turns and looks at Yvette. Her beautiful
forehead in the candlelight, the veins pulsing on her neck and her hands.
LOUIS (VO) I looked at anything mortal and saw all life as
precious, condemning all fruitless guilt and passion that would let it slip
through the fingers like sand...
Yvette returns his stare, troubled.
LOUIS (VO) It was only as a vampire that I could see Yvette's
beauty. Her fear of me increased my desire.
Yvette reaches for his
uneaten plate. Louis stops her hand. Holds it for a beat too long, looking at
the veins in her wrist.
LOUIS I will finish it, Yvette. Now leave us.
She
turns and runs from the table. Lestat leans towards him.
LESTAT Can't you pretend, you fool? Don't give the game away.
We're lucky to have such a home.
His hand snakes out under the table.
It comes up holding a large grey rat.
LESTAT Pretend to drink, at least.
He bares his
fangs and slices the rat's throat. He pours the blood into a crystal glass.
LESTAT Such fine crystal shouldn't go to waste...
He
hands the glass to Louis. Louis drinks the blood and stares at it in surprise,
then at the dead rat on the fine lace tablecloth.
LESTAT I know. It gets cold so fast.
LOUIS We can live like this? Off the blood of animals?
Lestat shrugs.
LESTAT I wouldn't call it living. I'd call it surviving. A
useful trick if you're caught for a month on a ship at sea.
Lestat
strokes the belly of the dead rat, studying it sadly.
LESTAT There's nothing in the world now that doesn't hold
some...
LOUIS Fascination...
LESTAT Yes. And I'm bored with this prattle --
He
throws the rat away.
LOUIS But we can live without taking human life. It's possible.
LESTAT Anything is possible. But just try it for a week. Come
into New Orleans and let me show you some real sport!
He rises. Louis
follows.
EXT. NEW ORLEANS. NIGHT.
A big, lavish drinking
place with a raised stage.
Italian actors in buffoonish costumes act
crude commedia dell'arte on the stage.
Plantation owners in soiled
brocade, lace, crooked wigs watch the show as tavern wenches move about.
LOUIS (VO) This was New Orleans, a magical and magnificent
place to live. In which a vampire, richly dressed might attract no more notice
in the evening than hundreds of other exotic creatures.
Louis and
Lestat by a table, in the shadow of a tree. Teresa, a tavern wench, sits on
Lestat's lap, pouring drinks for the two of them. She lifts a fresh glass to
Lestat's lips as he flirts with her.
TERESA Come on, mon cher. The best in the colony. Once you
touch this you'll never go to any other tavern again.
LESTAT You think so, cherie? But what if I'd rather taste your
lips?
TERESA My lips are even sweeter still...
She kisses
him. He lets his tongue play with hers, then runs it down her neck. She swoons
with pleasure. Then he sinks his teeth gently in her neck, looking playfully
behind at Louis, who if apalled and fascinated.
ANTICS ON THE STAGE
Laughter rocks the tavern.
Lestat slips the pale and dead
Teresa into a chair beside him and folds her hands on the table. No one notices.
He lays gold coins on the table and touches Louis' knee.
LESTAT Let's get out of here!
Lestat rushes out,
thrilled with himself.
EXT. TAVERN. NIGHT.
A crowded
street. Louis and Lestat emerge from the tavern. Louis looks up at the moon.
LOUIS Have you ever been caught?
LESTAT Of course not. It's so easy you almost feel sorry for
them.
They walk down the crowded night street, full of ladies in
their finery, freed slaves, whores, sailors etc.
LOUIS (VO) Lestat killed two, sometimes three a night. A fresh
young girl, that was his favourite for the first of the evening.
INT.
FRENCH QUARTER MANSION -- BALLROOM
Small orchestra plays for colonial
couples in fine wig and garb prancing to a French minuet. Young women sit in
chairs along the walls with their chaperones. Young men stand opposite.
LOUIS (VO) But the triumphant kill of Lestat was a young man.
They represented the greatest loss to Lestat because they stood on the threshold
of the maximum possibility of life.
A youth of preternatural beauty,
sillhouetted against French windows. He is talking to an elegan widow, seated,
holding two manicured poodles. Lestat stares at the youth with longing.
LESTAT The trick is not to think about it. See that one? The
widow St. Clair? she had that gorgeous young fop murder her husband. She's
perfect for you. Go ahead.
LOUIS But how do you know?
LESTAT Read her thoughts.
LOUIS I can't.
LESTAT The dark gift is different for each of us. But one thing
is true of everyone. We grow stronger as we go along.
He leads Louis
closer to them.
LESTAT Take my word for it. She blamed a slave for his murder.
And do you know what they did to him?
He smiles at the young man, who
smiles in return.
LESTAT The evildoers are easier. And they taste better...
EXT. LAWNS. NIGHT.
Lestat walks the youth towards a copse of
trees. He looks back at Louis, who holds both poodles on a delicate leash,
walking with the widow. The minuet spills from the french windows.
WIDOW ST. CLAIR Now, young man, you really amaze me! I'm old
enough to be your grandmother.
She leans towards him concquettishly.
Louis, crazed with hunger, sees her as beautiful in the moonlight. He allows her
lips reach his. He takes her in his arms, gently, romantically, and sinks in his
teeth. She swoons.
WIDOW ST. CLAIR Yes, that's the melody, I remember it. Oh
yes...
Louis draws his lips away. She is weak in his arms, but still
alive. He can't do it. The poodles growl. He shotts out an arm and grabs one,
then the other.
EXT. TREES. NIGHT.
Lestat, bending over
the body of the dead youth. A scream pierces the night.
WIDOW ST CLAIR Murder!!! Murderer!!
EXT. LAWNS. NIGHT
The widow on the grass, her poodles dead beside her. Louis is trying
to quiet her.
WIDOW ST CLAIR My little papillions! My butterflies!!! He
killed them!!!
Lestat comes from nowhere, claps a hand over her mouth
and breaks her neck. He spits in fury at Louis.
LESTAT You whining coward of a vampire who prowls the night
killing rats and poodles. You could have finished us both!
Louis
throws himself on Lestat with extraordinary force, pummelling him towards the
trees.
LOUIS What have you done to me? You've condemned me to hell.
LESTAT I don't know any hell -
Louis hurls him
against tree after tree with a strength he never knew he had.
LOUIS You want to see me kill? Watch me kill you then -
He drags him to the ground an throttles him. Lestat looks up at him,
amazed and amused at the same time.
LESTAT What strength, my friend, what strength. I remember why
I chose you now.
Lestat squirms from his grip, seemingly
effortlessly.
LESTAT But you can't kill me, Louis. Nor I you.
He
ruffles Louis' hair, with wry affection.
LESTAT Feed on what you want, mon cherie. Rats, chickens,
doves, goats. I'll leave you to it and watch you come round. Just remember, life
without me would be even more unbearable...
He smiles. A sly,
pleasureable secret secret smile.
EXT. POINTE DU LAC. NIGHT.
Their carriage draws up to the mansion as the first fingers of light
spread across the sky.
LOUIS (VO) Being a vampire to him meant revenge. Revenge
against life-itself. Every time he took a life it was revenge. and the slaves
with a wisdom that was denied their masters, began to notice...
INT.
SLAVE-HUT. NIGHT.
In a tiny cabin, a slave family. Kids sleeping on
the floor, in cribs and cots. The parents sleep on the bed, young, beautiful,
naked. Beside them is Lestat, who is drinking the husband's blood, his hand
playing across the breast of the wife as he does so. She murmurs in her sleep.
WIFE Yes... please...
She grabs his fingers and
kisses them, thinking him to be her husband. Lestat gently disengages himself
and leaves.
EXT. SLAVE-HUT. NIGHT.
The woman's scream
pierces the sky, as Lestat walks into the night.
EXT. CHICKEN-COOP.
NIGHT.
Every chicken is dead, bloodies necks hanging down from the
cribs. Louis emerges from the entrance, blood on his lips. He hears the scream.
EXT. SLAVE QUARTER. NIGHT.
The sound of drumming is
heard, african, primal. The woman runs through the quarters, screaming grief.
Others gather at doorways, restrain and console her.
EXT. DOVE-COTE.
DAY.
A beautiful, elaborate eighteenth century dove-cote. Every dove
inside is dead, pierced at the neck. A balck hand throws in a flaming torch and
it bursts into flame.
INT. CABIN. NIGHT.
A doll, made in
the image of Lestat, is pierced with needles.
EXT. SWAMP BY FIELDS.
DAY.
Bodies of slaves floating in the swamp, with the bodies of
goats. Slaves at the edge throw ropes around the bodies, pull them towards the
shore. The drumming grows louder.
EXT. SLAVE-QUARTERS. NIGHT.
Louis walking through. The slaves hush as he appraoches, gather in
doorways and whipser. He turns and looks at them, sorrowfully. He looks truly
like a ghost. Their eyes turn away when they meet his. He walks on.
INT. DINING ROOM IN MANSION. NIGHT.
Lestat and Louis sit
at the table, the untouched food between them.
LESTAT Consider yourself lucky. In Paris a vampire has to be
clever for many reasons. Here all one needs is a pair of fangs.
LOUIS Paris? You came from Paris?
LESTAT As did the one who made me.
LOUIS Tell me about him. You must have lernt something from
him! It had to happen for you as it did for me!
LESTAT I learnt absolutely nothing. I wasn't give a choice,
remember?
LOUIS But you must know something about the meaning of it all,
you must know where we come from, why we...
Lestat spits out in
anger.
LESTAT Why? Why should I know these things? Do you know them?
The drumming grows outside.
LESTAT (gripping his temples) That noise! It's driving
me mad! We've been in the country for weeks, with nothing but that noise!!!
LOUIS They know about us. They see us dine on empty plates and
drink from empty glasses.
LESTAT Come the New Orleans then. There's an opera on tonight.
A real french opera! We can dine in splendour!
LOUIS I respect life, don't you see? For each and every human
life I have respect.
LESTAT Respect me a little then. I'm the only life you know.
Louis stares. Lestat turns childishly, petulantly.
LESTAT You'll soon run out of chickens, Louis...
He
walks out, humming a French aria. Louis stares at his plate.
EXT.
SLAVE QUARTERS. NIGHT.
The slaves, gathered on mass around fires.
Frenzied drumming, dancing. Lestat rides through, scattering the flames. The
drumming stops. The slaves look towards the house. Slowly, they begin to move
towards it.
INT. POINTE DU LAC DINING ROOM. NIGHT.
Louis,
sitting in despair by the table. Yvette, the slave girl enters.
YVETTE Michi Louis? You don't want any supper?
Louis
laughs harshly.
LOUIS No, ma cher. I need no supper. Is all well at Pointe Du
Lac tonight?
Yvette draws closer. Light reveals her beauty.
YVETTE We worry about you master. When do you ride about the
fields? How long since you've been to the slave quarters? Everywhere there is
death. Animals, men. Are you our master still at all?
Louis watches
her sadly. He's getting hungry. Her throat is long and slender, her breasts are
gorgeous.
LOUIS (dazed) Leave me alone now, Yvette.
YVETTE I will not go unless you listen to me. Send away this
new friend of yours. The slaves are frightenend of him. They are frightenend of
you.
She comes closer, and he can hear her beating heart. She touches
his hair. He takes her hand and brings it to his lips.
LOUIS I am frightened of myself, Yvette.
He kisses
her wrist. She suddenly gasps, sharply, withdraws her hand. She sees her wrist
is red with blood. She sees the blood on his lips. She screams.
Louis
stands.
LOUIS Hush, Yvette -
She screams even louder.
Louis clamps his hand over her mouth. Her hand grips the table-cloth, pulls,
bringing the empty glasses and crockery to the floor.
In horror, Louis
realises he has broken her neck. He brings her cut wrist to his lips, then drops
it, revolted. He carries her body outside, grief-stricken.
The drumming
grows louder.
EXT. MANSION. NIGHT.
Fires burning in the
distance, round the slave-cabins. The slaves are gathered at the foot of the
mansion steps. They see Louis come out, holding the body of Yvette. He is
deranged with grief.
LOUIS This place is cursed. Damned, do you hear me? And your
master is the devil.
He places the body of Yvette in a rocking chair
on the varanda.
LOUIS Get out while you can. You're free men.
They
don't move. They stare at him blankly.
LOUIS Unlike me, you are no free men...
He turns
behind him, and looks at the mansion, all candleabra and chandeliers lighted,
all windows open.
LOUIS Do I have to convince you?
He rushed up the
stairs, snatches up the candleabra and sets fire to the drapes. He goes from
window to window, lighting drapes, lace curtains, everything.
SLAVES
POV -- MASTER
Setting fire to the house.
They rush up the
stairs with shouts of "STOP HIM, HE'S MAD". A wall of flame gushes out from the
interior, blocking their way.
INT. BURNING MANSION. NIGHT.
Louis, wandering from room to room of the burning mansion. he sees
paintings of his wife consumed by the flames. He is weakening with the fumes,
the heat. We can see this in his face, the texture of his skin.
Suddenly
a large french window cascades inwards and Lestat stands there, whip in hand.
Behind him we can see the morning sky.
LESTAT You fool, what have you done?
LOUIS What you wouldn't do. It's almost sunrise. It will be the
sun or the fire. You said they can kill me. The sun or the fire!
Louis stands there, weakened, then collapses onto the floor. Lestat
darts forward and catches him before he drops. He runs out the shattered window,
carrying him on his shoulder.
EXT. LARGE GRAVEYARD. DAWN.
With many crypts. Louis, unconscious, carried over Lestat's shoulder.
INT. CRYPT.
Darkness. Louis lying on the floor of a large
crypt. He slowly comes to.
LOUIS Where are we?
LESTAT Where do you think, my idiot friend? We're in a nice
filthy cemetery. Does this make you happy? Is this fitting and proper enough?
Louis laughs softly.
LOUIS We belong in hell.
LESTAT And what if there is no hell, or they don't want us
there? Ever think of that?
INT. ROOM. SAN FRANCISCO. NIGHT.
The vampire sits in silence, as if tired by his story. Malloy speaks,
hesitantly.
MALLOY You loved Yvette...
LOUIS Can a vampire feel love?
MALLOY You loved your wife, surely.
LOUIS I was human then. Might as well ask can an angel feel
love. Both are blesses or cursed with a certain... detachment. Though whether
angels take as long to learn it as I, I will never know.
He looks
directly at Malloy, shocking him with his gaze.
LOUIS Yes, I loved Yvette. As I loved Pointe Du Lac. And as
with each thing I loved, I destoryed it.
EXT. NEW ORLEANS. EVENING.
From the sea, at evening, shrouded in mist.
LOUIS (VO) Lestat I did not love. And he survived.
INT.
INN. EVENING.
A lavish little supper chamber with coffered bed, fancy
French furniture. Open to rooftops of colonial city. Louis sits by an open
window looking out over the city. Behind, we can hear the laughter of Lestat and
tow female voices. Louis turns and sees -
Lestat, in the main chamber
with two drugged or drunked whores. One runs her finger down his chest. The
other seems out of it.
WHORE 1 You're skin's icy.
LESTAT Not always...
He presses his thumb on her
neck and holds her tight, sinking his teeth into her neck. After a time she
falls to the bed, dead. he turns to the other.
LESTAT Your friend has no head for wine.
WHORE She's stupid. I can warm that cold skin of yours better
than she can.
LESTAT Do you think so?
He rubs her breast.
WHORE Why you're warm now.
LESTAT Ah, but the price is pretty high. Your sweet friend - I
exhausted her.
He bites her in turn, drinks her blood. She does into
the swoon.
Louis looks on in disgust. He stands.
LOUIS I'm leaving you. I can't stand this any longer.
Lestat pulls away from the whore.
LESTAT What, no flowery speeches? About what a monster I am?
What a vulgar fiend?
LOUIS I'm not interested in you. You disgust me. I'm interested
in my own nature and know I can't trust you to tell me the truth about me.
LESTAT What do you imagine you are Louis?
LOUIS I don't pretend to know.
LESTAT Don't you understand, Louis, that you alone of all
creatures can see death with impunity... you alone under the rising moon can
strike like the hand of God.
The girl moans.
LOUIS Lestat, she's alive!!!!
LESTAT Vampires are killers. Predators, who's all seeing eyes
were meant to give them detachment.
The girl moans again, open her
eyes.
LOUIS The girl, Lestat -
LESTAT I know. Let her alone.
He slashes her wrist
with his teeth, and lets the blood drip into a glass.
LESTAT You think you can be human. You think you can go back.
But you can't. You live off the blood of rats now Louis. How human is that?
The girls moans again. Lestat drinks that glass.
LESTAT Lie still, love...
The girl begins to scream.
Lestat picks her up.
LESTAT You're tired love, you want to sleep.
He
walks to his coffin, puts her inside and sits on the lid. We hear muffled
screaming and banging from inside.
LOUIS Why do you do this Lestat?
LESTAT I like to do it. I enjoy it. Take you aesthete's taste
to purer things. Kill them swiftly if you will, but do it! For now doubt, you
are a killer Louis. Ah!
He stands up. The girl pushes the lid off,
hysterical. She looks at Louis.
GIRL It's a coffin, a coffin! Get me out!
LESTAT Of course it's a coffin. You're dead, love.
Louis screams at Lestat
LOUIS Lestat - finish this -
LESTAT You finish her - if you feel so much -
The
girl grabs Louis and pleads.
GIRL You won't let me die, will you? You'll save me?
LESTAT But it's too late, love. Look at your wrist, you breast.
He picks her up again. He turns to Louis laughing.
LESTAT Unless I make her one of us...
LOUIS NO!!!
LESTAT THEN YOU KILL HER!!!!!
The girl screams.
Louis puts his hands to his ears. Then Lestat, in a fit of pique puts his teeth
to her neck. She dies at last.
A terrible silence descends. Lestat looks
at Louis.
LOUIS My God... to think you... are all I have to learn from...
LESTAT In the old world, they called it the dark gift, Louis.
And I gave it to you.
Louis leaves without a word.
EXT.
DANK NEW ORLEANS BACK STREETS. NIGHT.
A rat scurried down a gutter,
then another and another. Louis' hand graps the rat. We see him from behind,
walking down the street, gripping one, then another.
LOUIS (VO) Am I damned? Am I from the devil? Is my very nature
that of a devil? And all the while, as these dreaded questions caused me to
neglect my thirst, my thirst grew hotter, my veins were threads of pain in my
flesh, my temples throbbed.
A smaller side street, in which every
house is marked with an X. The street is crawling with rats, and Louis is
following them. A man passes with a lantern.
MAN Don't go that way Monsieur. It's the plague. Go back the
way you came.
Louis smiles bitterly at these words, repeating them to
himself.
LOUIS The way I came...
He walks on, following the
rats.
LOUIS (VO) ...and finally, when I could stand it no longer, I
stood in an empty desolate street and heard the sound of a child crying.
A house, the door slightly open, marked with an X. The sound of a
child crying inside. Louis walks towards it.
INT. HOUSE. NIGHT.
A little girl, pulling at a figure in a rocking chair.
CLAUDIA Mama, please wake up. Mama, I'm frightened, please wake
up.
As Louis enters, he sees the woman is dead. Her eyes are being
eaten away by rats.
Louis gasps in horror. Claudia turns. She is a
radiant doll or angel as she stretches out her hand to Louis.
CLAUDIA Monsieur, please help us. Papa's waiting for us at the
ship. Please wake mama, Monsieur.
She runs to him. Instinctively, he
gathers her in his arms. He looks down pitying on her beautiful face.
LOUIS (VO) And if I am damned, why do I fell such pity for her
gaunt face? Why do I wish to warm her tiny arms? Comfort her beating heart?
She snuggles into him, suddenly utterly secure. She tugs at his hair,
brings his head down towards her. And we see Louis shiver, as his lips go to her
neck.
Her breathing becomes calm as she goes into the swoon. Gradually
another sound replaces it.
LESTAT'S LAUGHTER, GROWING LOUDER AND
LOUDER.
Suddenly Louis backs away, caught redhanded, the child in his
arms. He sees Lestat slapping his knee and laughing in the doorway.
LESTAT Ah, my philospher, my martyr. "Never take a human life".
Well you must admit it is funny. Or is it merely touching? I'm not sure.
Louis stares at hte unconscious Claudia in horror, then lets her slip
gently into a chair. Shamefully he wipes his mouth, sees the tiny wounds on her
throat.
Lestat snatches up the dead mother from the chair and begins to
dance with her in great circles, humming and talking. Her head falls back. Black
water flows from her mouth.
LESTAT Let's make some party of it, shall we? Maybe there's
some life in the old lady yet?
Louis flees into the street.
LESTAT Come back, Louis, you are what you are. The plague would
have got her within hours anyway. Merciful Death how you love your precious
guilt.
EXT. STREETS. NIGHT.
Louis running through an
assortment of streets. All the night life of New Orleans flows by him.
LOUIS (VO) For years I had not savoured a human. And when I had
Lestat's words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I
heard her heart in that terrible rhythm I knew again what peace could be. Yet
even then I could not contenance it...
EXT. WATERFRONT. DAWN.
Fingers of light in the sky. Louis, pale and shivering, walks
splashing through the water. He comes to a huge sewer-pipe, crowded with rats.
He crawls inside.
EXT. WATERFRONT. SOME EVENINGS LATER.
The same sewer-pipe. Now the bodies of dead rats lie all around. A
pire of fine leather boots splash through the water - LESTAT'S.
INT.
SEWER-PIPE. EVENING.
Louis huddled there, so pale and shivering he
seems close to death. Lestat comes through.
LESTAT All I need to find you Louis is follow the corpses of
rats.
He bends down to him, suprisingly gently and puts his own coat
around him.
LESTAT Pain is terrible for you. You feel it like no other
creature because you are a vampire. You don't want it to go on.
LOUIS No...
They emerge from the sewer and walk
along the waterfront.
LESTAT Do what it is in your nature to do. And you will feel as
you felt with that child in your arms.
LOUIS Oh God Lestat. I felt peace. I felt an end to the
craving.
LESTAT That and more.
He puts his arm around Louis,
to stop his shivering.
LESTAT Evil is a point of view. God kills, indiscriminately,
and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are, none so like him as
ourselves.
LOUIS Is God merciless? Greedy and cruel?
LESTAT Ah, but we have even more in common with our creator.
come, I am like a mother tonight. I want a child.
Louis is baffled.
He follows.
INT. INN. SUPPER ROOM.
Lestat enters.
LESTAT She's here, your wounded one.
LOUIS What are you saying?
LESTAT You need company, Louis. More congenial than mine...
Lestat holds up a candle and walks towards a large four-poster bed.
Claudia lies there, angelic, under the coverlet, two marks on her neck.
LOUIS Lestat!
LESTAT You remember how you wanted her, the taste of her -
LOUIS I didn't want to kill her.
LESTAT Don't worry, Louis, you're conscience is clear. You left
her alive.
Lestat shakes her gently.
LESTAT Claudia, Claudia, listen to me. You're ill, my precious
and I'm going to give you what you need to get well.
LOUIS Lestat, what do you mean?
Louis runs at him,
but Lestat brushes him aside efforlessly, so he falls to the floor. Lestat bites
his wrist and presses the bledding wound to the child's mouth... He winces in
pain.
LESTAT That's it dear. More. You must drink it to get well.
Claudia sucks on the wound, reviving, making little noises like a
person waking from sleep.
Louis rises to his feet as Claudia clutches
Lestat's arm, sucking the blood fiercely. Lestat moans.
LESTAT Stop, that's enough. No more.
He pulls her
losse and she growls and stares at him with big clear astonished eyes.
CLAUDIA I want more.
LOUIS What have you done?
Lestat puts her down on
the bed and sits beside her, holding his wrist, obviously in pain.
CLAUDIA More.
LESTAT Yes, cherie, of course you want more. And I'll show you
how to get it. You drink from morals, my beauty, but from me? Never again.
Still suffering, Lestat pulls the bell-rope.
CLOSE ON
CLAUDIA
Being transformed. Becoming white yet robust, bright-eyed yet
crazed. She shakes her beautiful curls and the dust falls from them. They are
shining in the candlelight.
Louis cannot stop looking at her. He does
not notices as --
The MAID enters.
MAID Ah, quelle Belle enfant!
The maid comes near
the bed, kneels in front of Claudia. Lestat lays his hand on the maid's throat
and Claudia watches keenly.
LESTAT Gently, cherie. They are so innocent. They must not be
made to suffer.
Claudia lunges for the throbbing vein in the neck,
locking on to the flowing blood.
The Maid is transfixed.
Close
on Louis, his anguish, his fascinated horror.
LOUIS You are the devil! You are the instrument of Satan!
LESTAT That's enough, cherie. Stop before the heart stops.
He lets the dead maid onto the floor. Claudia looks at the corpse.
CLAUDIA I want some more.
LESTAT It's bet in the beginning, lest the death takes you down
with it. yes, that's it. My child. My beloved child.
Lestat and
Claudia sit on the Louis XVI settee. Claudia is a vision, a doll made out of
pearl. Animated, voice crisp.
CLAUDIA Where is Mamma?
The words echo in Louis'
head, as he puts his hands to his ears.
LESTAT Mamma's gone to Heaven, cherie, like that sweet lady
over there. They all go to Heaven. And you did very well, cherie. Not a drop
spilt. Very good! You're going to be our child now.
Lestat takes out
his comb and begins to comb her hair.
LESTAT Your mama's left you with us. She wants you to be happy.
LOUIS(WHISPER) You are the devil! You are the instrument of
Satan!
LESTAT Shhhh! Do you want to frighten our little daughter?
CLAUDIA I'm not your daughter.
LESTAT Yes you are, my dearest. You are mine and Louis'
daughter. You see Louis was going to leave us. He was going to go away. But now
he's not. He's going to stay and make you happy.
Claudia runs over to
him. She smiles at him.
CLAUDIA Lou...eee...
Louis is conflicted. He cannot
leave her. He touches her cheeks, her hair. Same as his. Vampire skin and hair.
He draws in his breath, shocked by her beauty, then he embraces her as a father
might a daughter. He looks over her shoulder to Lestat.
LOUIS You fiend. You monster.
Lestat smiles
LESTAT One happy family.
INT. ROOM. SAN FRANCISCO.
Malloy is open mouthed.
MALLOY A child vampire!
He sees the tape has run
out. He rapidly and clumsily sticks in another.
LOUIS Shall we go on?
MALLOY He did it to make you stay with him!
LOUIS Perhaps. He knew me. He knew I would love her more than
the waking world. But there was more to it than that. Perhaps in the end he did
it -- to show me that he could. For he lavished affection on her, there was no
doubt about that. Life was very different with madame Claudia, as you can
imagine...
EXT. NEW SPANISH TOWNHOUSE. (RUE ROYALE, NEW ORLEANS)
Two husky movers bring in furniture through the back courtyard, past
the fountain and the banana trees, up the back stairs and into ---
INT FLAT
Striped wallpaper gives way to flowers in the
bedrooms. Huge four-poster beds in the bedrooms, and large chests, as big as
coffins standing against the wall. Everywhere there are candles and pretty Louis
XVI furniture. Lestat gives instructions to the movers.
WE MOVE INTO
--
A DIMLY LIT PARLOUR
We see Claudia draped in lace standing
on a petit point chair as a DRESSMAKER measure out a garment.
Louis can
be seen, in an inner room.
DRESSMAKER Monsuier, I need more light. I shall go slind if you
do not bring me a lamp, or let me fit this child during the day. Ouch!
She has pricked her hand. A spot of blood appears on her finger
Claudia takes her hand.
CLAUDIA Let me kiss it better...
Claudia brings the
hand to her lips. The dressmaker abruptly pulls her finger away, in pain again.
CU her finger - two holes showing.
LOUIS (VO) A little child she was, but also a fierce killer,
now capable of the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding.
Lestat walks through - sees the dressmaker lying dead at Claudia's
feet, Claudia still on the chair in the half-finished dress.
LESTAT Claudia, Claudia, will you never learn? Who will we get
now to finish your dress? A little practicality, cherie...
INT. LOUIS'
BEDROOM. NIGHT.
LOUIS (VO) She would sleep in my coffin, daily, curl her
child's fingers round my hair as she dreamt of I know not what...
Claudia and Louis, sleeping in a coffin together, Claudia's fingers
curling his hair.
INT. CLAUDIA'S BEDROOM.
Claudia playing
with dolls, each as perfect and beautifully dressed as she is.
LOUIS (VO) Mute and beautiful, she played with dolls, dressing
them and undressing them by the hour.
INT. PARLOUR. NIGHT.
Claudia tinkling with her child's hands on the piano, picking out a
hesitant tune.
LOUIS (VO) Mute and beautiful, she killed. And to watch her
kill was chilling.
EXT. SQUARE. NIGHT.
The tinkling of
Claudia's piano is heard, over -
A well-dressed lady, walking through a
square lit by gaslight. The lady hears a child's sobbing and stops, turns.
POV --
Claudia, the picture of lost innocence, sitting on
a bench and crying.
WOMAN Why are you crying, child?
The woman, all
solicitude, goes to Claudia.
WOMAN Are you lost, my love?
CLAUDIA Mama...
WOMAN Hush now, don't cry, We'll find her...
CLAUDIA Mama...
The woman takes Claudia in her arms.
Claudia nestles her head in her shoulder, her teeth near her neck.
LOUIS (VO) They found death fast in those days, before she
lernt to play with the, to delay the moment till she had taken what she
wanted...
INT. PARLOUR. NIGHT.
A stern, stiff piano-teacher
(male) beating time with a ruler as Claudia picks out scales on the piano. He
raps her on the knuckles.
PIANO-TEACHER The thumb girl! Mind the thumb!
Claudia glares at him, then returns to playing, improving rapidly.
INT. DOLL-SHOP. NIGHT.
Piano music over. Mozart, now well
played.
Claudia staring at a glass case, inside of which are an array of
eighteenth century dolls. An old doll-maker looks down on her.
DOLLMAKER They are expensive, my dear. Maybe too expensive for
a young girl like you...
EXT. STREET. NIGHT.
Claudia walking
along, clutching the doll.
INT. DOLL-SHOP. NIGHT.
The
dollmaker lying dead, two puncture marks in his throat, his dolls scattered all
around him.
EXT. UNDERTAKER'S. NIGHT.
Claudia and Louis
looking through the window at a display of coffins. Claudia point at the
smallest one.
LOUIS (VO) She grew, yet stayed the same. She wanted a bed of
her own, yet would climb back into mine.
INT. CLAUDIA'S BEDROOM. NIGHT.
The child's coffin on the floor. The lid lifts. Claudia emerges,
yawning, wanders through the flat into. -
LOUIS' BEDROOM
Where his coffin sits. She slides the lid off, and curls in beside
him.
INT. PARLOUR. NIGHT.
Claudia playing the piano, now
with remarkable dexterity. The piano-teacher sits mute beside her. As she plays,
he topples over and falls to the ground. We see the puncture-marks in his neck.
Lestat, hearing the noise, comes in.
LESTAT Claudia, Claudia! Didn't I tell you, never in the house!
Claudia smiles to herself, keeps playing.
INT. CLAUDIA'S
BEDROOM. NIGHT.
CANARIES sing in a cage, above a child's coffin.
Claudia is writing at a secretaire. She is writing in a diary with a
quill pen in an adult hand. She murmurs the date as she writes.
CLAUDIA September 21st, one hour after sunset. The sky is still
violet, the way Louis loves and as always Lestat was gone when we rose.
She looks up and sees Louis in the doorway, watching her.
LOUIS How did you learn to write, Claudia?
CLAUDIA The way I learn everything. By watching you.
She closes the diary.
CLAUDIA But you never let me see you kill, Louis.
LOUIS Lestat taught you all you need to know about that.
CLAUDIA Infant death, he calls me. Sweet daughter death. You
know what he calls you? Merciful death.
LOUIS He jests.
CLAUDIA Why does he call you that?
LOUIS Hush, Claudia don't talk about such things. Show me your
book.
She opens it. Inside there is a beautiful pen and ink portrait
of Louis.
LOUIS Claudia! You did that?
CLAUDIA Sit still. It's not finished -
She begins to
fill in the sketch.
LOUIS (VO) Time can pass fast for mortals when they're happy.
With us it was the same.
EXT. RUE ROYALE. NIGHT (1800'S)
Street lamps are oil at this period. Houses are now tall two-story
Spanish style. Streets are flagstone. Passing carriages are black.
LOUIS (VO) It was a very different life. And a new century was
beginning. what had once been a small godforsaken French colony was growing into
a great port, giving us an endless train of magnificent strangers...
Claudia, Louis and Lestat, dressed in the same clothes walking
through a racuous carnival with sideshows. Crowd milling around, sailors,
whores, children, thieves, freed slaves, Indians. They pass a Wild West display,
jugglers, fire-eaters, three-card tricksters...
LOUIS (VO) All human life was here, for the taking. And we
took, all three of us, in our different ways...
They come to a raised
platform where a troupe of perfectly-formed midgets do a burleque show.
Claudia stops. She stares, at these small, perfect creatures like
herself, intrigued and troubled.
Louis and Lestat walk on, not noticing
as --
CLAUDIA
Circles the troupe. She comes to a small
tent, behind it. At the entrance stands a midget youth.
YOUTH You want to come inside, lovely?
CLAUDIA walks up
to him.
YOUTH Ever been kissed?
Claudia shakes her head. He
kisses her. Claudia allow her to be kissed, then bites his tongue. he youth
struggles, as Claudia holds him and drains him. She lets him go as Louis appears
behind her.
CLAUDIA She's like me, Louis. Small and yet not small at all.
Like me.
Louis hurriedly draws her away.
LOUIS (VO) I watched her grow yet stay the same, her doll-like
face possessed of adult eyes, eery, powerful, seductive...
INT. FLAT
NIGHT.
Claudia playing the piano, now like a demonic Liszt. Louis
writing.
Lestat appears in the doorway. He has a big box in his arms.
CLAUDIA Another doll? I have ten, you realise.
FOCUS
ON early 19th Century French dolls -- wood, glass, wax, bisque -- all around the
bedroom, on chairs, on the bed. Some newish, some tattered old.
LESTAT Well, I thought you could use another.
He
hands her the box. It is a fine Parisian Jumeau doll. She likes it and stokes
its face.
CLAUDIA Why always on this night?
LESTAT What night? What do you mean?
CLAUDIA You always give me the doll on the same night of the
year.
LESTAT I didn't realise.
CLAUDIA Is this my birthday?
He examines the other
dolls.
LESTAT Some of these are so old and tattered. You should throw
them away.
CLAUDIA I have. Or there would be twice as many.
LESTAT But you're the fairest by far.
CLAUDIA You dress me like a doll. You make my hair like a doll.
Why?
Lestat doesn't answer. Claudia stands up quickly, and strides
out into the -
PARLOUR, where Louis is reading by the window. She walks
to a mirrored cabinet, takes out a scissors and begins cutting her hair.
CLAUDIA You want me to be a doll forever?
LOUIS Claudia - don't -
CLAUDIA Why not?
She continues cutting. She sees
Lestat emerge from her bedroom in the mirror behind her then turns to him, an
angelic little boy's face now with soft curls around her face.
CLAUDIA Can't I change, like everybody else?
She
walks past him, back into her bedroom and slams the door.
A beat. Louis
looks from the mass of blonde hair on the floor to Lestat. Then a HORRID SCREAM
pierces the silence. More screams, which become roars.
INT.
CLAUDIA'S BEDROOM.
She stands before the dressing-table, all her long
hair grown back over her shoulders. She holds it with both hands, screaming and
screaming. Lestat and Louis come through the door.
CLAUDIA Which of you did it? Which of you made me the way I am?
LESTAT What you are? You would be something other than you are?
CLAUDIA And if I cut my hair again?
LESTAT It will grow back again!
CLAUDIA But it wasn't always so! I had a mother once! And Louis
- he had a wife! He was mortal the same as she! And so was I!
LOUIS Claudia -
She turns on Lestat.
CLAUDIA You made us what we are, didn't you?
LESTAT Stop her Louis!
CLAUDIA DID YOU DO IT TO ME????
She runs at him with
the scissors, scoring his face. The cut heals. She scores it again. It heals
again. She stares at him in horror.
CLAUDIA (WHISPERING) How did you do it?
LESTAT
And why should I tell you? It's in my power.
CLAUDIA Why yours alone? Tell me how it was done!!!!
LESTAT Be glad I made you what you are! You'd be dead not if I
hadn't.
He storms out. Louis goes to Claudia and picks her up in his
arms.
LOUIS (TENDERLY) We're immortal. You've always known that.
CLAUDIA Tell me why...you've got to tell me...
Louis
carries her outside, onto the porch. There is an old flower-seller going by.
LOUIS You see the old woman? That will never happen to you.
You'll never grow old. You will never die.
CLAUDIA And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall
never, ever grow up.
She clutches Louis desperately.
CLAUDIA I hate him. But I cannot bear to lose you. You're the
only companion I have, forever. You taught me everything I know. Please tell me
Louis. Tell me how it came to be that I am this... thing...
Louis
strokes her beautiful face, her hair.
LOUIS Come... I've something to show you...
EXT. NEW
ORLEANS STREETS. NIGHT.
Louis walking, holding Claudia as if he was
about to lose her.
LOUIS (VO) Though everything was changed, through the years had
warped the contours of the streets, I found my way there, aware that I'd always
known where it was and avoided it, not wanting to pass the doorway where I'd
first heard Claudia cry.
Louis back in the same street, outside the
same house. He stands with Claudia at the window. There is a family inside, a
picture of domestic tranquility.
LOUIS I heard you crying. You were there in a room with your
mother. You were hugging her for warmth, crying pitifully as you had been for
days. Because your mother was dead...
Claudia stares at him, suddenly
very cold, very alert.
LOUIS I opened the shutters... I came into the room... I felt
pity for you. Pity, but something else.
He can't go on. Claudia's
eyes are remoreseless.
CLAUDIA You... fed on me?
LOUIS And he found me with you. I ran, sickened at what I'd
done. Then he cut his wrist and fed you from him. I tried to stop him, but you
were a vampire then. And have been every night hereafter.
CLAUDIA You both did it?
LOUIS I took your life. He gave you another one.
Claudia speaks through indrawn breath.
CLAUDIA And here it is. And I hate you both.
She
runs.
INT. ROOM SAN FRANCISCO.
Malloy and Louis.
MALLOY But why did you tell her?
LOUIS How could I not? She had to know.
MALLOY And did you lose her? Did she go?
LOUIS Where would she have gone? She was a child, and
beautiful, heartbreaking merciless child. And I had made her that...
EXT. STREETS. NIGHT.
Louis, walking the streets, shivering.
LOUIS I walked all night. I walked as I walked years before
when my mind swam with guilt at the thought of killing. I found myself at the
Cathedral.
A cathedral rising out of the mist, the doors open.
LOUIS I thought of all the things I had done and couldn't undo.
And I longed for one second's peace...
Louis walks towards the doors,
inside.
INT. CATHEDRAL. NIGHT.
Louis enters. The dim
lights of candles. A sacristan tending the altar, an old woman praying --
otherwise empty.
LOUIS I had no fear. If anything I longed for something to
happen, for the stones to tremble as I entered the foyer.
Louis
walking down the nave of the church. He stops by the alter.
LOUIS I almost genuflected from old habit. I almost prayed.
Louis sits in a pew.
LOUIS And then it struck me.
Louis' POV - the cross,
the statues, the tabernacle.
LOUIS What if the statues gave an image to nothing? What if I
was the supernatural in this cathedral? The only immortal under this roof. And I
felt nothing but loneliness. Loneliness to the point of madness.
Suddenly a hand is laid on his shoulder. Louis almost jumps. He turns
and sees the face of a grey-haired priest.
PRIEST You wish to go to confession? I was about to lock up the
church.
Louis stares at him, tears in his eyes.
PRIEST You are troubled, aren't you? Can I help?
LOUIS It's too late, too late -
PREIST No, it's never too late. Come...
The priest
gestures to the confessional. Louis rises, slowly.
INT.
CONFESSIONAL.
Louis, kneeling in the darkness. The hatch slides back.
LOUIS Bless me father for I have sinned so often and so long, I
don't know how to change nor beg for forgiveness.
PRIEST Son, God is infinite in his capacity to forgive. Tell
him from your heart.
LOUIS Murders, father, death after death. The woman who died
two nights ago in Jackson Square, I killed her. And thousands of others before
her. I have walked the streets of New Orleans like the Grim reaper. And fed on
human life for my own. I am a vampire, father, and have turned the one I love
most of all into on too --
The hatch slams down. Louis rises,
confused, and the door is flung open, the priest stands there.
PRIEST Do you know the meaning of sacrilege?
Louis
rises. Walks out.
LOUIS Then there is no mercy.
His face comes into
the light. The priest steps back, open-mouthed.
LOUIS You talk of sacrilege. Why if God exists does he suffer
me to exist?
He bares his fangs. The priest runs, screaming. Gets to
the bellrope, begins to ring the bell. Louis swoops on him.
LOUIS Why does he suffer me to live?
Louis takes
him, lifting him from the floor, till his feet stop kicking.
INT.
FLAT. NIGHT.
Louis enters, slidently, like a corpse. He hears a voice
behind him.
CLAUDIA Locked together in hatred --
He turns, sees
her sitting in the darkness. She is wearing a tiny nightgown fo stiched lace and
pearls, wierdly adult and seductive. She comes towards him.
CLAUDIA But I can't hate you Louis.
She sprays
perfume over her body as she comes nearer.
CLAUDIA Is this the aroma of a mortal child?
She
whispers.
CLAUDIA Louis. Lover.
She kisses his cheek.
CLAUDIA I was mortal to you. You gave me your immortal kiss.
You became my mother and my father. And so I'm yours. Forever.
She
takes his face in her hands.
CLAUDIA But now's the time to end it, Louis. Now's the time to
leave him.
LOUIS He'll never let us go.
Claudia smiles.
CLAUDIA Oh... really?
EXT. DOCKLANDS. NEW ORLEANS.
NIGHT.
A sailing ship, by the docks. Louis and Claudia talking to a
shipping-clerk.
LOUIS (VO) So we made plans. She was convinced there were
others of our kind in Europe, that they would have the answers Lestat couldn't
provide. Lestat whom she now hated, who she thought she could be free of. I
doubted, but then she had a suprise in store...
INT. FLAT. NIGHT
Lestat playing the piano. Louis reading. Claudia enters, wearing a
cape and hat. She walks to the piano, sits at the end of the piano and stares at
him as he plays.
LESTAT What is it now? You irritate me! Your very presence
irritates me!
CLAUDIA (SWEETLY) Does it?
LESTAT Yes. And I'll tell you something else! I've met someone
who will make a better vampire than both of you.
CLAUDIA Is that supposed to frighten me?
LESTAT You're spoilt because you're an only child. You need a
brother. Or I do. I'm weary of you both.
CLAUDIA I suppose we could people the world with vampires, the
three of us.
LESTAT Not you my dear.
CLAUDIA You're a liar. But you upset my plans.
LESTAT What plans?
CLAUDIA I came to make peace with you, even if you're the
father of lies. I want things to be as they were.
Louis perks up,
puzzled.
LESTAT Stop pestering me then!
CLAUDIA Oh, Lestat. I must do more than that. I've brought a
present for you.
LESTAT Then I hope its a beautiful woman with endowments you
will never possess.
Claudia stares at him for a moment.
CLAUDIA Better than that.
She takes his hand and
leads him into an inner room. Louis follows behind.
CLAUDIA You haven't fed enough. I can tell by your colour.
INT. DINING ROOM. NIGHT.
Two beautiful youths, lying asleep
on a couch, by a table full with a half-eaten meal. Lestat sighs.
LESTAT Oh, Claudia, you've outdone yourself. Where did you find
them?
CLAUDIA Drunk on brandy wine. A thimblefull. I thought of you
when I saw them.
LESTAT We forgive each other then?
Claudia stares at
him, sitting. She nods.
Lestat bites into the neck of one of the youths,
sucks greddily and horribly. Claudia watches him without expression. He finished
one, is about to take the other when he staggers. He looks at Claudia.
LESTAT Absinthe? You gave then absinthe?
CLAUDIA No. Laudanum.
Lestat stares wildly at her,
tries to move towars her, then slips to the floor.
LESTAT Laudanum!
CLAUDIA Yes. It killed them, unfortunately. But it keeps the
blood warm.
Lestat tries to rise.
LESTAT Ah Louis, Louis, she killed them... and let me drink...
Louis watches, apalled. He goes to move.
CLAUDIA Don't Louis --
LESTAT Louis, put me in my coffin...
CLAUDIA I'll put you in your coffin. Forever.
She
pulls a knife out from under her shawl, walks rapidly to him and slashes his
throat. Blood explodes from it.
LOUIS Claudia! Don't do this thing!!!
LESTAT Louis, Louis, I gave you the gift --- help me ---
Claudia lacerates his face. Blood pours from everywhere. She plunges
the knife in his chest. He falls back, fangs bared, clutching the knife. Claudia
leaps on him then, bites deep into his neck as he dies. Louis screams, runs
forward, pulls her away.
LOUIS What have you done, Claudia -
He drags her off
Lestat, tries to pull her out of the room. She hisses at him.
CLAUDIA Louis! Look what's happening to him!!
Louis
looks. The fllor is a sea of blood. Lestat has begun to shrivel, as if he'd been
a bag of blood. His skin is shrivelling against his bones like parchment, his
eyes are slipping back into his skull-like face. His lush, beautiful hair
remains unchanged. But his clothes are virtually being emptied of the body. It
is no more than bones, wrapped in paper and the pupils of the eyes suddenly roll
up into the papered skull.
LOUIS Lestat. Oh, God forgive us.
CLAUDIA Don't mock me, Louis. Help me.
She stares at
the shrivelled skeleton in its skin wrapping. She is fascinated. She sees the
vampiric blood flow all over the floor. She touches it and brings her finger to
her lips.
CLAUDIA Goodnight, sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you
to your rest.
Louis walks forward, touches the skeleton, the blonde
hair.
LOUIS He's dead, Claudia, dead.
CLAUDIA The one good lesson he taught me, Louis. Never drink
from the dead.
She stands up, all business suddenly.
CLAUDIA Help me. We must get rid of him.
She drags
the coverlet from the table, knocking the crockery over the dead youths, and
wraps Lestat's skeleton in it. She takes a bunch of chrysanthemums and places
them in his skeleton hands.
CLAUDIA Should we burn him? Bury him? What would he have liked,
Louis?
LOUIS Don't mock, Claudia...
CLAUDIA The swamp...
EXT. CARRIAGE. NIGHT.
Louis whipping the horses. Claudia beside him. Lestat's skeleton in
the back, with the bodies of the two dead youths.
CLAUDIA In Europe, Louis. We shall meet our own kind. Find the
one who made him. Learn what it means.
LOUIS And suppose the one who made him knows nothing and the
vampire who made him knows nothing, and it goes back, nothing proceeding from
nothing, until there is nothing! And we must live with the knowledge that there
is no knowledge.
The carriage pulls up by a swamp. Mist everywhere.
Overhanging creepers.
LOUIS And if we find the one who made him? Do we tell him we
destroyed his own creation? The vampire Lestat?
Louis drags out the
bodies of the boys. He slides them into the waters of the swamp. We see ripples
in the water and the churning of alligators, as they attack the corpses. Louis
takes Lestat's skeleton in his arms. He slides it into the waters. The
alligators speed towards it.
CLAUDIA He belongs with those reptiles, Louis. He deserved to
die.
LOUIS Then maybe so do we. Every night of our lives. He was my
brother. My maker. He gave me this life, whatever it is.
CLAUDIA I did it for us, Louis. So we could be free.
He stands there, saying nothing.
CLAUDIA Louis, look at me.
LOUIS (BITTERLY) I can't. Go away from me.
Claudia
is shocked to her core. She steps back. Louis stares at the rippling waters.
Gradually the movement of alligators stops. Then he hears a sound he hasn't
heard in years. Soft, chocking. He turns, sees Claudia sitting by a cypress
tree, like a little girl for the first time in years. She is weeping copiously.
LOUIS Claudia - You're crying -
We see her face,
tears of blood running down it. She is heartbroken, lost.
CLAUDIA You never talked to me like that - in all these years.
LOUIS And you never cried -
CLAUDIA I can't bear it when you do - I would die rather than
lose you Louis. I would die the way he died.
Louis gathers her in his
arms.
LOUIS Hush, Claudia, hush now my dear -
CLAUDIA Tell me you don't hate me Louis. I did it for you -
Louis walks her towards the carriage.
LOUIS I love you Claudia. Always. And we are free now, Claudia.
No Lestat. Just the two of us, beginning the great adventure of our lives.
He lifts her into the carriage and drives off, leaving the silent
waters of the swamp.
INT. FLAT. NIGHT.
Sturdy mullato
workmen lifting cases and trunks out of the apartment. All the furniture is
covered in white sheets. Claudia dressed in a cap and hat, is playing the piano
by the light of one remaining oil-lamp.
Louis comes from her room with
the cage of canaries.
LOUIS The birds. We forgot about the birds. There's nothing for
it but to let them go.
He opens the cage, and the canaries fly around
the room.
There is a knocking on the door. Claudia falters.
CLAUDIA What was that?
LOUIS The workmen must have a trunk - don't stop, cherie -
He goes downstairs. Claudia plays a moment, then stops, perturbed.
She goes to the window. Then sees something out there that makes her face go
white. She screams.
CLAUDIA Louis!!!
THE STAIRWAY --
Louis
walking to the door. The knocking gets louder.
THE PARLOUR --
Claudia runs for the stairs, after Louis.
THE HALLWAY --
Louis reaches the door. The knocking gets louder. He opens the door
as -
CLAUDIA -
Reaches the stairs. She screams -
CLAUDIA Don't Louis -
But Louis has opened the door.
Nothing there. He looks back at Claudia, puzzled, then at the door again when,
swooping into his vision comes the nightmare image of --
LESTAT --
In filthy swamp-soaked rags, robust again, but his flesh shrivelled,
covered in scars, his eyes riddled, bloodshot. he roars.
LESTAT WHERE IS SHE? WHERE IS THAT ACCURSED CHILD?
Louis throws his body against the door, slamming it on Lestat's
reaching hand. The hand withdraws, as Lestat roars. Louis bolts the door.
Louis runs up the stairs, sweeps Claudia in his arms, watching apalled
as the door shudders with the force of Lestat's body.
IN THE PARLOUR
Louis runs through with Claudia in his arms.
LOUIS It can't be -
CLAUDIA It is! Take the back stairwell -
Suddenly
Lestat crashes through the casement window, scattering blood everywhere, reefing
himself on the shattered glass. He tumbles to the floor and gets unsteadily to
his feet.
LESTAT GIVE ME HER LOUIS!!
Louis throws Claudia
behind him and hurls himself on Lestat, who fights like a ravening animal, bits
of his broken body coming off in the process. Then with a terrifying effort,
Lestat hurls Louis off, goes for Claudia, who grabs the poker from the
fireplace, scatters burning coals over him. He falls back, then comes at her
again, as the drapes catch fire. Louis grabs the lamp.
LOUIS Stay back--- for the love of God... or I'll burn you
alive...
Lestat lunges again at Claudia. Louis hurls the lamp, which
explodes him in flame.
Lestat screams in agony, whirls around the room,
then comes on Claudia again. She hurls another lamp. Louis throws the flaming
sheets around him, wrapping him further in fire. Lestat falls to his knees,
choking, hands up over his face in the smoke. The whole parlour is afire. Louis
gathers up Claudia, smothering the burning house, carries her down the back
stairs, through the carriage way and through the gathering crowds of mortals
into the street.
EXT. STREET. NIGHT.
Louis running, with
Claudia in his arms. He looks back at the flames of the house. Sound of a ship's
horn.
CLAUDIA The ship is sailing wihout us!
LOUIS Not yet.
Holding her tightly, Louis runs.
EXT. DECK OF SHIP. NEAR DAWN.
Louis stands at the
railings in the morning mist as the ship moves down the river. He sees...
CITY OF NEW ORLEANS
With flame lighting up the sky.
LOUIS (VO) Though the fire seemed to spread through the
quartier, I stood on that deck until dawn, fearful he would come out again of
the very river like some monster to destroy us both. And all the while I
thought, Lestat, we deserve your vengeance. You gave me the dark gift. And I
delivered you into the hands of death for the second time.
INT. ROOM.
SAN FRANCISCO
Louis and Malloy.
MALLOY Did he die in the fire?
LOUIS He was dead to us. We were free. That was all that
mattered.
EXT. SHIP. EVENING.
The ship, shrouded in mist.
LOUIS (VO) Though the ship was blessedly free of rats, a
strange plague nonetheless struck its passengers.
A body is slipped
into the sea. A priest reads last rites to a mourning family.
INT.
SHIPS HOLD.
Turnks and cases, creaking with the ship's movement. Dead
rats everywhere.
LOUIS (VO) Claudia and I alone seemed imune. We kept to
ourselves, pondering the mystery of Lestat and the greater mystery of each
other.
EXT. SHIP. NIGHT.
Passing through the Straits of
Gibralter.
LOUIS (VO) We reached the Mediterranean. I wanted those waters
to be blue. They were black, nightime waters and how I suffered then, straining
to remember the colour that a young man's senses had taken for granted, that my
memory had let slip away for eternity. It was balck off the coast of Italy,
black off the coast of Greece, Europe itself was black.
EXT. DECK.
NIGHT.
Claudia, sitting with an easel and sketch-pad, sketching the
bay of Naples. A beautifully realised drawing, all in shades of grey and black.
Louis observes.
CLAUDIA Louis, your quest is for darkness only. This sea is not
your sea. They myths of men are not your myths. Their history isn't yours.
The sketch changes to a sketch of -
THE ACROPOLIS --
In the moonlight.
LOUIS (VO) We saw the Acropolis by moonlight, shades of grey
and silver. And I longed for the brilliant white of those marbles in the hot sun
of Homer...
The sketch changes to a sketch of --
TRANSYLVANIA --
And the traditional shapes of the vampire
landscape.
LOUIS (VO) We docked at Varna and searched the rural
countryside of the Carpathians, for what she liked to term "our kind"...
a montage of sketches now - A TRANSLYVANIAN VILLAGE, A GRAVEYARD.
RUINED CASTLE AFTER CASTLE, LOOKING INTO THE SKIES...
LOUIS The quest for these Old World vampires filled me with
bitterness. We searched village after village, ruin after ruin and I was glad
when always we found nothing. For what could the damned really have to say to
the damned?
INT. ROOM. SAN FRANCISCO.
Malloy and Louis.
MALLOY You found nothing?
LOUIS Peasant rumours, superstitions about garlic, crosses,
stakes in the hear, all that - how do you say again? Bull shit. But one of our
kind? Not a whisper.
MALLOY No vampires in Transylvania? No Count Dracula?
LOUIS Fictions, my friend. The vulgar fictions of a demented
Irishman... So we repaired to Paris...
EXT. BOULEVARD FACADE OF GRAND
HOTEL AND PARIS OPERA.
Crowds and gaslight everywhere. Carriages,
horses, OPERA coming from the opera house.
LOUIS (VO) I think the very name of Paris brought a rush of
pleasure to me that was extraordinary. I was a Creole, after all and Paris was
the mother of New Orleans, a universe whole and entire unto herself...
EXT. 18TH CENTURE PALACES ALONG THE SEINE - NIGHT
The high
walls of the Louvre, dark figures walking in pairs through the shadowy
tulieries.
EXT. STREET - SHOP WINDOW
Claudia, in
furtrimmed muff and bonnet, peers through the glass at a display of dolls. Each
doll in there seems to resemble her, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She peers
deep into the shop and sees -
MADELEINE, a young woman bent over
a workbench painting a doll's face, oblivious to being watched.
INT.
OPERA STAIRCASE
Louis and Claudia hurrying hand in hand with a crowd
of mortals towards the sound of an ORCHESTRA TURNING beyond.
INT.
NOTRE DAME.
Claudia and Louis standing in the deep shadows, looking
at the branching arches. Louis is overcome with sadness, Claudia is fascinated.
INT. GALLERY.
Louis and Claudia walk among a series of
mythological nudes by Poussin.
INT. SALON. NIGHT.
Claudia, surrounded by discarded dresses and outfits, being attended
by cautouriers. All the clothes are tiny, to fit her frame, but have an adult
cut and shape.
LOUIS We were alive again. We were in love and so euphoric was
I that I yielded to her every desire...
INT. SUMPRUOUS HOTEL SUITE
Full of late 19th century furniture, lots of Empire style, Regency,
gilt, velvet and brocade.
CLOSE ON A HUGE BLACK EBONY CHEST
Against a wall, solemn among all the light and glitter.
CLAUDIA
By a large gilt mirror, in her new clothes. She
is covered with jewelry, fixing earrings to her ears.
CLAUDIA Help me, mon chere...
Louis walks over,
helps her with the earrings.
CLAUDIA How do I look?
LOUIS Still my beautiful child.
Claudia laughs.
CLAUDIA A beautiful child! Is that what you still think I am?
LOUIS Yes...
He turns away.
CLAUDIA Why do you turn away? Why don't you look.
She twirls, looking at herself in ht emirror, then stops, stares at
herself.
CLAUDIA You want me to be your daughter forever, don't you?
LOUIS Yes.
CLAUDIA Well tell me, papa. What was it like making love?
Louis is stunned. He blushes.
CLAUDIA You don't remember? Or you never knew.
LOUIS It was something hurries...and seldom savoured...
something acute that was quickly lost. It was the pale shadow of killing.
CLAUDIA But how will I ever know, Louis?
She stares
at him through the mirror.
CLAUDIA I'll never find them, will I? My own kind...
EXT. BOULEVARD. EVENING.
Louis and Claudia walk along a
boulevard like father and daughter. All around them are bourgeois Parisian
families on their evening stroll. Claudia points at the children that pass.
CLAUDIA Have I anything in common with her, Louis?
She points to a beautiful French child walking by with her mother.
CLAUDIA Or her, or her - or any of them?
LOUIS Claudia, you torture yourself.
CLAUDIA They are ducklings, that will grow into swans. Whereas
I must be the duckling forever.
LOUIS You are more beautiful than any of them.
EXT.
DOLL-SHOP. NIGHT.
We see Madeleine, inside, painting a doll's face.
Louis and Claudia arrive outside.
CLAUDIA All her dolls resemble me.
POV --
Claudia's face, with the dolls in the background. The resemblance is
uncanny.
CLAUDIA Are they my kind Louis? Dolls never change either.
LOUIS You are neither, Claudia. Now stop this --
Madeleine sees Claudia from inside. She waves.
LOUIS You know her?
CLAUDIA Yes. Should I take her, Louis? Among her dolls? make a
doll of her in turn?
LOUIS Come, Claudia...
He takes her arm. But Claudia
shakes him off, and moves into the shop.
EXT. LATIN QUARTER. NIGHT.
Louis walks briskly, head bowed.
LOUIS (VO) For a time we had been almost human, in the sensual
whirl of whtt Paris had to offer. But the human delights of that city only
served to remind her of the ageless child she had become. I felt her pain as I
walked until I become aware that I was being followed.
CU LOUIS' FEET -
Walking. A step echoes his.
Louis stops. Turns, sees nothing.
Then walks again. The echoing steps begin again.
Louis again. Sees a
shadow, flitting.
LOUIS Claudia!
Nothing. He walks again, hears the
same effect. Then he stops. He stares at a gaslamp opposite.
LOUIS (VO) So it was when I had given up the search for
vampires that a vampire found me...
Santiago, a tall vampire,
materialises under the gaslight. And Louis gradually realises that this vampire
has assumed the same attitude, posture, clothes and hair-style as Louis.
Louis gives an involuntary shake of the head. Santiago mimics. Louis
takes a step forwards. Santiago mimics. Louis folds his arms. Santiago mimics.
LOUIS AND STATIAGO (SIMULTANEOUSLY) Clever.
LOUIS You mean me harm?
SANTIAGO (A BEAT LATER) You mean me harm?
Louis
calculates.
LOUIS Trickster. Buffoon!
Santiago echoes the first
word, but not the second. Louis has broken his composure. He turns his back on
Santiago, only to come face to face with Santiago right in front of him.
Again Louis turns this back to find Santiago facing him.
Louis
turns, glowers, refusing to look at him.
LOUIS I've searched the world for an immortal and this is what
I find?
Slowly he looks up. Santiago draws close, breaking the mirror
trick and suddenly slams Louis back against the wall.
Louis is furious.
He regains his balance, strikes out at Santiago and when Santiago vanishes, to
reappear behind him, Louis slams back his elbow into his midriff. Santiago
staggers, amazed and then rushes at Louis, throwing him down.
Louis
rolls back to his feet, then to his amazement sees two vampires, on in front, on
behind. He looks both ways, then sees one has vanished. He stares, awestruck, at
this new one:
ARMAND
He looks like an angel.
ARMAND You are all right.
He reaches into his
waistcoat, takes an engraved invitation out of his pocket and thrusts it at
Louis.
Louis reads it alound, as we see:
THEATRE DES VAMPIRES
By Special Invitation
Friday, 9 p.m.
ARMAND Bring the petit beauty with you. No one will harm you. I
won't allow it. Remember my name. Armand.
Armand bows and vanishes.
Louis listens to the silence.
EXT BOULEVARD DES CAPUCHINES -
THEATRE DES VAMPIRES - NIGHT
Louis formally dressed with Claudia in
rich attire on his arm. They pass people buying tickets for the theatre and go
inside.
LOUIS Remember what I've told you. They'll have different
powers. They'll read your thoughts if you allow it.
They draw close
to:
HUGE POSTERS, reading --
THEATRE DES VAMPIRES PRESENTS
THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH
By
Edgar Allen Poe
The posters are illustrated with cliched
images of vampires overcoming damsels in distress.
ANOTHER ANGLE
CLAUDIA But this can't be real. This is nonsense.
LOUIS Nonsense all right. But something tell me it's going to
be the strangest nonsense we've ever seen.
Warily, they show their
invitations to the mortal ticket taker at the door. He glances away
indifferently.
INT THEATRE BOX. NIGHT.
Claudia and Louis
look at the crowd as the lights go down.
CLAUDIA Mortals, mortals everywhere. And lots of drops to
drink.
LOUIS They are here. I know they are. Listen for something that
doesn't make a sound.
Stage: curtain rises.
An elaborate
painted set of an Italianate castle. Death standing before it, the traditional
image of the Grim Reaper, complete with magnificent scythe.
LOUIS (WHISPER) It's a vampire. It's the one I saw in Rue St
Jacques.
A version of the Poe story unfolds before them. All of the
participants are vampires. All beautiful gleaming white, aged 20 or 30.
LOUIS They use no paint. And the audience think it is paint.
CLAUDIA How devilishly clever.
A spotlight uncovers
a mortal woman suddenly forced out upon the stage.
CLAUDIA She's no vampire.
LOUIS No. She's frightened. She doesn't know where she is.
The audience laughts uneasily, then stops as the Mortal Woman comes
into the footlights. She is too beautiful, too confused. Santiago, as Death,
advances on her. She backs away, terrified, then sees the other vampires, in a
phalanx, advancing from behind, in a half-circle.
MORTAL WOMAN I don't want to die!
She looks around
in panic. Santiago swoons, arms over his breast as if he is hopelessly in love.
SANTIAGO We are death!
The Mortal Woman steps to the
footlights.
MORTAL WOMAN Someone help me. Please... What have I done?
Louis whispers to Claudia.
LOUIS This is no performance.
CLAUDIA And no one knows but us...
ON THE STAGE --
SANTIAGO We all die. Death is the one thing you share with all
those here.
Santiago gestures to the audience.
AUDIENCE.
Rapt faces.
ON STAGE
MORTAL WOMAN But I'm young...
SANTIAGO Death is no respecter of age. He can come any time,
any place. Need I tell you what fate has in store for you?
MORTAL WOMAN I would take my chance. Let me go! Please...
SANTIAGO And if you take that chance and live, what is your
fate? The humpbacked toothless visage of old age?
Santiago approaches
her and tears the drawstring out of her peasant blouse. It opens completely and
starts to slip. She tries to catch it, but gently stops her wrists. The blouse
falls, exposing her young breasts.
LOUIS AND CLAUDIA
LOUIS This is monstrous!
CLAUDIA Yes, and very beautiful.
ON STAGE
SANTIAGO Just as this flesh is pink now, it will turn grey and
wrinkle with age.
WOMAN Let me live, please. I don't care.
SANTIAGO Then why should you care if you die now?
She shakes her head, confused. he catches her wrists behind her back.
AUDIENCE is awestruck by her beauty, her suffereing.
SANTIAGO draws near her cheek.
SANTIAGO And suppose death had a heart to love and to release
you? To whom would he turn his passion? Would you pick a person from the crowd
there? A person to suffer as you suffer?
AUDIENCE
A young
girl cries out in jest.
YOUNG GIRL Oh, yes, take me Monsier Vampire! I adore you!
Audience roars with laughter.
ONSTAGE
SANTIAGO You wait your turn.
The AUDIENCE
laughs again.
The Mortal Woman shakes her head in panic.
SANTIAGO Well, have you a sister, a mother, a daughter you
would send in your place?
CLOSE ON CLAUDIA
Even she is
repelled by the cruelty. She shakes her head.
MORTAL WOMAN
Shakes her head. She is helpless.
SANTIAGO We alone can give death meaning. Do you know what it
means to be loved by death, to become our bride?
MORTAL WOMAN looks
up on hte verge of hysteria or fainting. But then her eyes mist over. She is
being entranced.
FROM HER POV we realise she is looking past
Santiago at the divinely beautiful Armand, who has just stepped out of the
wings. Armand has entranced her. He passes Santiago. Santiago stiffens, but
yields the stage.
ARMAND No pain.
MORTAL WOMAN No pain?
ARMAND takes her by the nakes
shoulders.
ARMAND Your beauty is a gift to us.
ON STAGE
Armand gestures to the others who slowly, gracefully close in.
ARMAND Who deserves such a gift?
He pulls the
drawstring from her skirt and it falls revealing her nakedness. But she is
spellbound.
MORTAL WOMAN No pain...
Armand embraces her, drinks,
her naked body stark against her black clothes, then he passes her to the other
vampires one by one.
CLOSE ON LOUIS who battles desire and hunger
with anger.
LOUIS I've seen enough of this! I loathe it!
CLAUDIA Be still!
ON STAGE
The naked Mortal
Woman lies dead on the floor. The vampires seem to vanish one by one. As the
curtain draws across, the Audience loudly applauds what they presume are
theatrical tricks.
ANOTHER ANGLE
The audience, milling
towards the exits. They talk in vacuous terms about the beauty of the show, the
symbolism of it, the daring of it as they leave.
Gradually Louis and
Claudia are left alone in the empty theatre. Louis seems anxious to leave.
Claudia whispers in his ear.
CLAUDIA Patience, Louis. Patience.
He looks around
the empty theatre, more eery now than when the play was on. The red curtain
shifts slightly in a hidden breeze, a candle sputters and dies in a box. Then
the candle flares again, and we see Armand in the box, looking down on them. He
stares with a dreamy expression, saying nothing.
LOUIS We've been searching for you for a very long time...
His voice echoes eerily. Armand gestures for them to follow him.
INT. FOOT OF STAIRWAY.
Armand leading, Louis and Claudia
following. It opens into a --
HUGE UNDERGROUND BALLROOM
Walls are painted with famous copies of Durer, Brueghel, Goya and
Bosch depictions of death. Fine wooden coffins line the walls. Candles burn in
sconces, casting alternate shawdows and pools of light. Armand walks through,
gesturing Louis and Claudia to follow him.
As they walk through, vampire
man and women appear out of the shadows like wraiths, startling them, drifting
around them, stroking them, touching Claudia as if she were a doll. Shrieks of
preternatural laughter.
Armand gestures to the vampires to back off.
All obey but ESTELLE.
ESTELLE Such a darling.
She menaces Claudia, her
breasts enormous, her fangs bared. Armand throw her a look, and she is flung
against the wall.
Louis stares around. The vampires faces drift towards
him and away, always disclosing the face of Armand, who seems some distance
away, but strangely close, staring at Louis with a constantly calm, hypnotic
gaze. Then a young mortal boy comes from the shadows with a candleabra, which he
hands to Armand.
Armand and the boy come towards them, leading them
along the walls, his candleabra illuminating the ghastly murals, his face
gleaming like an angel above the candleflame.
LOUIS Monstrous.
ARMAND Yes, and very beautiful.
LOUIS Your lips, they didn't move.
ARMAND They did, but too fast for you to see them. No magic,
just grace and speed.
The boy is watching Louis. Armand's hand
beckons and the boy draws up to Louis in the candlelight. He places his arms on
Louis' shoulders. Louis glances at Armand, who smiles. Louis sees the puncture
marks on the boy's neck.
ARMAND He wants you...
Louis is utterly confused.
Can't resist. Drinks his blood.
The boy's body presses against him,
sensual, willing. The other vampires appear all around Louis, who suddenly
senses it and draws away, ashamed.
Claudia watches warily, from a
distance. Armand beckons at her and Louis and open a door in the wall which
reveals a stone staircase.
INT. MEDIEVAL ROOM.
Medieval
chairs, table, an old coffin, a bed in one corner, a blazing fire. A medieval
painting of Satan, being banished from heaven, above the fire. Armand places the
boy on the bed, settling him so he sleeps.
ARMAND Disappointing, isn't it? To come so far and find so
little. Jaded ingenues, amusing themselves with make- believe...
LOUIS We had feared we were the only ones...
ARMAND But how did you come into existence?
He
glances at Louis, then at Claudia, who averts her eyes.
ARMAND You don't want to answer... Two vampires from the new
world, come to guide us into the new era as all we love slowly rots and fades
away.
LOUIS Are you the leader of tis group?
ARMAND If there were a leader, I would be the one.
Claudia stares at him constantly, guarded.
LOUIS So you have the answers...
ARMAND Ah! You have questions?
LOUIS What are we?
ARMAND Nothing if not vampires...
LOUIS Who made us what we are?
ARMAND Surely you know the one who made you...
LOUIS But the one who made him, who made the one who made him,
the source of all this evil...
Louis looks at the picture. Armand
watches him.
ARMAND That is a picture, nothing more.
LOUIS You mean we are not children of Satan?
ARMAND No.
He smiles at Louis. A smile of infinite
compassion.
ARMAND I understand. I saw you in the theatre, your suffering,
your sympathy for that girl. I saw you with the boy. You die when you kill, you
feel you deserve to die and you stint on nothing. But does that make you evil?
Or, since you comprehend what you call goodness, does it not make you good?
LOUIS Then there is nothing.
ARMAND Perhaps...
He passes his finger through the
candle flame.
ARMAND And perhaps this is the only real evil left...
LOUIS Then God does not exist...
ARMAND I have not spoken to him...
LOUIS And no vampire here has discourse with God or the Devil?
ARMAND None that I've ever known. I know nothing of God or the
Devil, I have never seen a vision nor learnt a secret that would damn or save my
soul. And as far as I know, after four hundred years I am the oldest living
vampire in the world.
He stares at them, his face angelic, hypnotic,
young. His eyes hold them both in a trance.
LOUIS My God... So it's as I always feared. Nothing, leading to
nothing.
ARMAND You fell too much. So much you make me feel...
He stares from Claudia to Louis. He seems to be reading their souls.
ARMAND The one who made you should have told you this. The one
who left the old world for the new...
LOUIS He knew nothing. He just didn't care.
ARMAND Knew? You mean he is...
Claudia appears
suddenly to Louis' shoulder, interrupting.
CLAUDIA Come, beloved. It's time we were on our way. I'm hungry
and the city waits.
She stares hard at Armand. Armand looks from her
to Louis.
ARMAND So soon to go?
He seems genuinely regretful.
But Claudia pulls Louis out.
INT. DARKENED CORRIDORS AND THEATRE.
NIGHT.
Louis and Claudia feel their way through darkened corridors,
trying to find their way out.
LOUIS (VO) The place was dark as we left, a darkness that
confounded even Claudia. And as we blundered through it, again came the thought:
I have wronged Lestat, I have hated him for th wrong reasons.
Suddenly a light comes on. They see they are in the empty theatre.
Santiago stands on the stage, under a candle.
SANTIAGO How did you wrong him?
Louis is stunned.
LOUIS You read my thoughts?
SANTIAGO You said a name -
LOUIS A name I don't want to say again.
SANTIAGO I seemed to recongise it...
Other vampires
appear behind him.
SANTIAGO There is but one crime among us vampires here.
He looks at Claudia.
SANTIAGO You should know, who are so secretive about the
vampire who made you.
Claudia laughs.
CLAUDIA Boredom!
SANTIAGO It is the crime that means death to any vampire. To
kill your own kind!
CLAUDIA Aaaah! I was so afraid it was to be born like Venus out
of the foam, as we were! Come Louis, let's go!
EXT. HOTEL SAINT GABRIEL.
NIGHT.
Claudia and Louis enter the Lobby.
CLAUDIA I lothe them! I can't stand the sight of them! Stupid
bourgeois Parisians, all dressed in black like some private club! I've searched
for them the world over and I despise them!
LOUIS What danger?
CLAUDIA I can feel it from them! They want to know who made us,
what became of him. They have their rules, their idiotic rules!
They
come to their room, enter.
INT. HOTEL ROOMS. NIGHT.
Louis
closes the door behind him. Claudia paces.
LOUIS Do you think I would let them harm you?
CLAUDIA No, you would not, Louis. Danger hold you to me.
LOUIS Love holds you to me. And we are in danger, not you.
CLAUDIA Love?
She smiles at him. A strange, sad,
adult smile.
CLAUDIA You would leave me for Armand if he beckoned you.
LOUIS Never.
CLAUDIA He wants you as you want him. He's been waiting for
you. He wants you for a companion. He bides his time that place. he finds them
as dull and lifeless as we do.
LOUIS That's not so.
CLAUDIA Do you know what his soul said to me without saying a
word? When he put me in that trance...
LOUIS So you felt it too!
CLAUDIA Let him go, he said. Let him go.
She touches
his face.
CLAUDIA Is that what I should do Louis? Let you go? My father?
My lover? My Louis, who made me?
There are tears in her eyes. Louis
lifts her up in his arms.
LOUIS He can protect us, Claudia.
CLAUDIA You really believe that?
EXT. DOLL-SHIP. NIGHT.
Claudia, staring at the dolls. We see Madeleine inside, painting a
doll. She sees Claudia and smiles and waves.
INT. THEATRE. NIGHT.
Louis, sitting alone in the box, as the curtains draw back, to show
Santiago as death, as before. Louis takes advantage of the darkness to slip
away.
INT. ARMAND'S ROOM. NIGHT.
Armand opens the door to
Louis' knock.
ARMAND I was waiting for you...
LOUIS Listen to me.
He follows Armand into the room.
LOUIS Claudia is dear to me. My... daughter.
ARMAND Your lover.
LOUIS No, my beloved, my child.
ARMAND If you say so. You are innocent.
LOUIS I'm not innocent. But I'm afraid. She feels she's in
danger from the others.
ARMAND She is.
LOUIS But why?
ARMAND I could give you reasons. Her silence. Her youth. It's
forbidden to make so young, so helpless, that cannot survive on its own.
LOUIS Then blame the one who made her...
ARMAND Did you kill this vampire who made you both? Is that why
you won't say his name? Santiago thinks you did.
LOUIS We want no quarrel with him.
ARMAND It's already begun. If you want to save her, send her
away.
LOUIS Then I leave too.
Armand smiles.
ARMAND So soon? Without any of those answers you so longed for?
LOUIS You said there were none.
ARMAND But you asked the wrong questions. Do you know how few
vampires have the stamina for immortality? How quickly they perish of their own
will.
LOUIS We can do that?
ARMAND You would never give up life. If the world were reduced
to one empty cell, on fragile candle, you stay alive and study it. You see too
clearly. You see too much.
LOUIS That's what the one who made me said.
ARMAND How he must have loved you.
Armand suddenly
grips Louis close to him.
ARMAND Louis, I need you more than he ever did. I need a link
with this century. The world changes. We do not. Therein lies the irony that
ultimately kills us. I need you to make contact with this age.
Louis
laughs bitterly.
LOUIS He? Don't you see? I'm not the spirit of any age! I'm at
odds with everything and always have been! I'm not even sure what I am!
Armand smiles.
ARMAND But Louis, that is the very spirit of your age. The
heart of it. You fall from grace has been the fall of a century.
Louis is stunned.
LOUIS And the vampires of the Theatre?
ARMAND Like moths around the candle of the age. Decadent,
useless. They can't reflect anything. But you do. You reflect its broken heart.
Louis is speechless.
ARMAND Are these not the answers you came for?
LOUIS (SOFTLY) Yes... My God...
ARMAND A vampire with a human soul. An immortal with a mortal's
passion. You are beautiful, my friend. Lestat must have wept when he made you --
LOUIS Lestat! You knew Lestat!
ARMAND Yes I knew him. Knew him well enough not to mourn his
passing.
Armand stands. He takes Louis by the arm, leads him towards
the back wall.
ARMAND But you must go now. You must get her safely out of
Paris.
He opens a hidden door in the wall.
ARMAND No-one else knows of this door. When you knock you will
find me waiting...
EXT. THEATRE DES VAMPIRES. NIGHT.
Louis,
in the street outside, as the door closes behind him.
LOUIS (VO) I feld a kind of peace at last. I had found the
teacher which Lestat could never, I knew now, have been. I knew knowledge would
never be withheld by Armand. It would pass through him as through a pane of
glass. And I knew Claudia must leave me...
INT. HOTEL SUITE. NIGHT.
Louis enters. There is unfamiliar scent in the air, a doll sitting by
the mirror. Louis looks in the mirror and sees --
MADELEINE, the
doll-maker, resplendent in green taffeta, sitting like a Madonna with Claudia on
her lap. Claudia's arms are wound round her neck. The contrast between mortal
woman and immortal child is plain.
CLAUDIA Madeleine... Louis is shy.
Madeleine
rises and comes towards Louis. She draws back the lace fringes round her throat,
so he can see the two marks there. She says softly, dreamily.
MADELEINE Drink.
Louis turns away. Claudia speaks,
icy, from the bed.
CLAUDIA Do it Louis. Because I cannot do it. I haven't the
strength. You saw to that when you made me.
Louis turns to Madeleine.
LOUIS You haven't the vaguest conception under God of what you
ask!
MADELEINE Au contraire, monsieur, I have.
Louis
pushes her away. Claudia screams.
CLAUDIA You have found your new companion, Louis! You will make
me mine!
Louis grips Madeleine and shakes her.
LOUIS How do we seem to you? Do you think us beautiful,
magical, our white skin, our fierce eyes? Drink, you ask me! Have you any idea
of the thing you will become?
CLAUDIA Your evil is that you cannot be evil! And I will suffer
for it no longer!
LOUIS Don't make me, Claudia! I cannot do it!
CLAUDIA Yet you could do it to me! Snatching me from my
mother's hands like two monsters in a fairy-tale! Couldn't you have waited? Six
more years and I would have had that shape! And now you weep! You haven't tears
enough for what you've done to me.
She points to Madeleine
CLAUDIA You give her to me! Do this before you leave me!
She begins to weep, sobbing like a child.
CLAUDIA Oh God! I love you still, that's the torment of it. But
you know I must leave you Louis...
LOUIS Yes...
CLAUDIA And who will care for me my love, my dark angel, when
you are gone?
Louis looks at Madeleine
LOUIS You promise to care for her then?
MADELEINE Yes...
LOUIS And you know what you ask for?
She wraps her
arms around Claudia.
MADELEINE Yes.
LOUIS What do you think she is, Madeleine? A doll?
MADELEINE A child who can't die...
Her finger
clutches a locket around her neck, Louis touches it, opens it.
THE
LOCKET --
A picture of a young girl, Claudia's age, wistful,
beautiful.
LOUIS (SOFTLY) And the child who did die?
MADELEINE My daughter...
Louis takes her chin in his
hand, gently.
LOUIS Look at the gaslight. Don't tke your eyes off it. You
will be drained to the point of death, but you must stay alive. Do you hear me?
MADELEINE Yes!
Louis pulls her to him and starts to
drink her blood.
EXT. HOTEL BALCONY. LATER.
Louis on the
balcony, weakened terribly. A breeze blows on the gauze curtains behind him,
through which we see --
SILHOUETTES of Madeleine and Claudia.
Madeleine her arms outstretched, now a vampire, a long moan of pain coming from
her. Claudia comes through the curtains, alarmed.
CLAUDIA (WHISPER) Louis!
Louis speaks without
turning.
LOUIS She is dying. It happened to you too, but your child's
mind can't remember.
CLAUDIA But if she dies...
LOUIS It's only mortal death.
He turns to look at
Claudia.
LOUIS Bear me no ill will, my love. We are now even.
CLAUDIA What do you mean?
LOUIS What died tonight inside that room was not that woman. It
will take her many nights to die, perhaps yeaars. What has died in that room
tonight is the last vestige in me of what was human.
She takes his
hand.
CLAUDIA Yes father. At last. We are een.
He bends
down and kisses her. He looks up, at the wafting curtains. he sees --
MANY VAMPIRE SHADOWS
Silhouetted, coming closer.
CLAUDIA
Looks up and sreams.
THE CURTAINS
Are ripped aside. The vampires of the Theatre surge through.
ESTELLE Time for justice, little one.
The vampires
close on them as Louis struggles, Claudia's scream pierces the night air.
INT. CORRIDOR OF THEATRE DES VAMPIRES. NIGHT.
In a press
of vampires, Louis, Claudia and Madeleine are forced down the dark corridor.
Into -
THE BALLROOM
Vampire chaos, as they are dragged
through. Louis struggling like a demon.
LOUIS Armand! Get me Armand! he wouldn't countenance this -
SANTIAGO You can make no demands here! Buffoon! Bastard -
Santiago strikes Louis to the ground. As he struggles to his feet, he
sees the vampires part around a figure coming through. He gasps at the sight of
--
LESTAT
Dressed beautifully, but horribly scarred now,
from the fire as well as the earlier stabbing. Lestat is confused, ancient,
teetering, reaching for Santiago's shoulder to steady himself.
LESTAT Louis...
SANTIAGO Is he the one?
Lestat shakes his head.
LESTAT No, the child. The child was the one...
SANTIAGO All the murderers!!!
LOUIS You are alive, Lestat! It can't be murder! Tell them how
you treated us...
Lestat reaches out to Louis.
LESTAT No... You come back to me Louis...
LOUIS Are you mad????
ESTELLE The sentence is death! To all of them!!!
LESTAT Only the girl - it was the girl -
The sound
of something being dragged through the crowd. Horrible echoing, scraping -
Lestat grips Santiago.
LESTAT You promised me - I could take him back to New Orleans -
Louis - there's something I must tell you - about that night - that night I met
you -
He stares around him, confused. The scraping gets louder.
LOUIS You let her go, Lestat - you let her free - and I'll come
back with you -
Santiago grabs Louis by the neck.
SANTIAGO Death for the others. For you eternity in a box -
We see now what caused the scraping. A huge metal coffin being
dragged through the vampires. Claudia screams.
SANTIAGO Walled in a dungeon. Your only company will be your
screams... Perhaps it will take centuries...
The vampires grap Louis.
They force him towards the coffin. Lestat struggles with them.
LESTAT He's coming home with me - you promised -
SANTIAGO (LAUGHING) We promised nothing!
Louis
struggles fiercely as he is forced into the coffin. Claudia weeps.
LOUIS They've fooled you, Lestat! You must reach Armand! Armand
has the power!
Louis, struggling in the coffin. Then the lid is
forced down, huge locks closed over it.
INT. COFFIN.
Louis, in the smallest imaginable space. Beating his forehead against
the metal.
EXT. COFFIN.
Claudia, throwing herself on the
coffin, crying. She is dragged away. Vampire hands drag the coffin across the
stone floor.
INT. COFFIN.
Louis, forehead pouring with
blood, being thrown this way and that. The coffin is liften, upside down, Louis'
head crases off the floor.
EXT. COFFIN.
Is thrust into a
niche in the wall. Bricks being placed over, mortar trowelled on.
INT. COFFIN.
Louis upside down. Sounds of bricks and
mortar. Then terrifying, unearthly scream pierces the coffin, striking to his
very soul.
LOUIS Claudia!!!!!
He loses consciousness.
BLACKNESS.
INT COFFIN.
Louis sleeps, upside down.
Sound of bricks being broken, thrown aside. Then of locks breaking.
Louis opens his eyes. The lid opens. He sees -
ARMAND
Above him, reaching down to take his hand.
ARMAND Hurry. Don't make a sound.
Louis gets out,
into a vast long catacomb. Louis runs to the end of it, steps through a broken
brick wall.
LOUIS Where is she? Where's Claudia?
ARMAND Follow me - that way - through my cell -
He
points to his cell at the end of the passage, the foot of the steps. Sound of
rain beyond the door.
LOUIS Not without Claudia. Where is she?
ARMAND I can't save her.
LOUIS You can't believe I'd leave without her. Armand! You must
save her! You have no choice.
ARMAND Louis, I can't save her. I will only risk losing you -
Louis runs up the stone stairs. It leads to the ballroom. He enters.
Estelle stands far off, looking at him coolly. She lifts the stage skull
mask and laughs softly behind it. A male vampire slumps in a chair staring
softly at Louis.
Silence. Indifference.
Louis sees Lestat
sitting in a far corner. he rushes up to Lestat, who looks up at him, confused.
He's holding something crumpled, made of cloth.
LESTAT You'll come home with me Louis? Fro a little while...
until I am myself again.
LOUIS CLAUDIA!!!
Louis turns round and round in
rage. Passive still faces. A door bangs open and shut.
Louis looks again
at Lestat. He snatches the cloth from Lestat's hand. We see it is a small torn
bloodstained dress. Claudia's dress.
The door bangs again. Estelle
laughs. Rain gusts into the ballroom.
Louis goes to the door, holding
the dress. Armand approaches, trying to pull him away, but Louis shrugs him off.
He draws nearer and nearer and stairs at --
INT. BRICK AIRWELL
On the stones lie Claudia and Madeleine, burn to ashes, in each
other's arms, like the corpses of his wife and daughter in the New Orleans
graveyard, embracing each other.
Only Claudia's blond hair and
Madeleine's red hair remain unburnt.
Louis looks up at the walls of this
airwell, many stories to the sky. He cries out in agony.
Santiago
appears behind him, staring. Louis roars in horror and attacks Santiago,
scattering the ashes into the rainy wind. Claudia's golden locks fly up into the
wind, they whirl around the warring figure.
Armand appears, drags Louis
free, pulls him screaming from the airwell, into the ballroom, towards the exit.
Claudia's hair is sucked up by the wind through the airwell, towards the
night sky.
EXT. NOTRE DAME DOOR. NIGHT.
Louis is slumped
against the stone wall. Armand stands beside him like a guardian angel.
ARMAND I couldn't prevent it.
LOUIS I don't believe you. I do not have to read your soul to
know that you lie.
ARMAND Louis, they cannot be brought back. There are some
things that are impossible, even for me.
LOUIS You let them do it.
Louis climbs to his feet.
LOUIS You held sway over them. They feared you. You wanted it
to happen.
ARMAND Louis, I swear I did not.
LOUIS I understand you only too well. You let them do it, as I
let Lestat turn a child into a demon. As I let her rip Lestat's heart to pieces!
Well I am no longer that passive fool that has spun evil from evil till the web
traps the one who made it. Your melancholy spirit of this century! I know what I
must do. And i warn you - you saved me tonight, so I return the favour - do not
go near your cell in the Theatre Des Vampires again.
EXT. THEATRE DES
VAMPIRES. DAWN.
Wet and deserted, the streets around the theatre are
quiet.
C/U CLOCK
Chiming five a.m.
CLOSE ON
LOUIS
Lookin at the paling sky. He is in an alleyway, outside of
Armand's cell. He has a huge keg with him. he finds the door unlocked. He
enters.
INT. CELL.
Empty. The hearth is cold. The old
coffin is gone. Louis silently closes the door to the passage and blocks it with
an immense bar. He goes in the other door.
INT. THEATRE
Louis hurls kerosene all over the stage, the curtain, the sets, the
seats below. He grabs the scythe from the playlet. He walks out. Dribbling a
trail of kerosene behind him.
INT. STAIRS.
Louis walking
rapidly down, leaving the trail of kerosene. He creeps quietly into the --
BALLROOM
Leaking kerosene from the cask. He splashes over
the coffins that gleam in the dimness.
Then he strikes a match and
heaves it into the kerosene. Everything bursts into flame. The trail of kerosene
roars into fire through the ballroom over the coffins and up the stairs. We hear
EXPLOSIONS of fire from above.
LOUIS
Shudders all over,
fighting the morning weakness. He readies the scythe, like the grim reaper.
ESTELLE rises from her burning coffin, screams and tries to run
through the fire but Louis slashes her down with the scythe and she goes down
screaming, her dress in flames.
ESTELLE Stop him. It's morning. The sunlight. Stop him.
Others rise, choking in the smoke. Screams from everywhere. They are
burning.
Louis backs up the stairs to the --
DUNGEON
He can see there a thin pale light under Armand's bolted door.
Suddenly --
SANTIAGO
Comes at him from behind. Louis
turns. Santiago rushes him in a blur. Louis swings the scythe, too fast to see
what he himself is doing. Santiago's head streaming blood flies through the air.
The body drops, flapping its arms.
SCREAMS come from
everywhere.
Another vampire rushes burning towards Louis. He decapitates
him in turn. Then he staggers into Armand's cell, and bars the door the connects
it to the ballroom behind him. He staggers to the outer door. There is a thin
strip of daylight, beneath the door, blinding him. He throws it open, and
staggers into the daylight.
EXT. THEATRE DES VAMPIRES. DAWN.
Louis staggers out of the burning theatre, into the thin daylight.
Great gusts of smoke cover the street. He staggers through the daylight,
weakening, about to fall, when through the clouds of smoke comes -
A
MAGNIFICENT HEARSE -
As in a dream, driven by Armand's human boy. The
door of the hearse opens. Through the curtains enclosing the interior, we see
Armand. He reaches a hand out to Louis and pulls him inside.
The hearse
vanishes through the smoke, leaving the spectacle of the burning theatre.
EXT. THEATRE DES VAMPIRES. TWILIGHT.
The gutted Theatre
and ballroom, the roof collapsed, exposed to the evening sky. The life of Paris
goes on around it, oblivious.
INT. LOUVRE. NIGHTS LATER.
It is already a museum by this time and Louis and Armand, fancily
dressed and composed, walk through it. They stop by a Gericault - The Wreck of
the Medusa.
LOUIS You didn't even warm them, did you?
ARMAND No.
LOUIS And yet you knew what I would o.
ARMAND I knew. I rescued you, didn't I? From the terrible dawn.
LOUIS You were their leader. They trusted you.
ARMAND You made me see their failings, Louis. You made me look
at them with your eyes.
He looks at Louis affectionately.
ARMAND Your melancholy eyes...
LOUIS What a pair we are. We deserve each other, don't we?
ARMAND We are a pair, and that's what counts.
Armand
and Louis walk slowly through the Louvre together. Camera follows them for a
while, then comes to rest on a sunrise by Turner.
LOUIS (VO) We left Paris shortly after. For years we wandered.
Greece, Egypt, all the ancient lands. Then, out of curiosity, perhaps, boredom,
who knows what, I took him home, to my America...
INT. MOVIE THEATRE.
NIGHT.
A deco cinema of the twenties. Louis and Armand, dressed in
the style of the period walk down the aisle through the crowded seats.
LOUIS (VO) And there, a technological wonder allowed me see
sunrise, for the first time in two hundred years...
On the screen,
Murnau's SUNRISE, in black and white. We see a montage of sunrises, from a whole
range of movies, in black and white.
LOUIS (VO) And what sunrises! Seen as the human eye could never
see them. We would sit in the dark, night after night among nameless humans,
entranced with the miracle of light. Silver at first, then as the years
progressed in tones of purple, red and my long-lost blue...
The
SUNRISES continue, in colour now, and the backgrounds in them change to the
fifties.
LOUIS (VO) And in time parted. We had become so alike, we both
wanted the certainties of loneliness once more.
The lights come up in
a different theatre. Louis sitting there, alone, in a half empty theatre,
dressed in the clothes of the fifties. He rises, exits with the others.
EXT. NEW ORLEANS STREET. NIGHT.
Cars rushing by,
twentieth-century madness. Louis emerges from the theatre, walks through the
streets.
LOUIS (VO) I had returned to new Orleans. As soon as I smelt
the air, I knew I was home. There was sadness there, rich, almost sweet, like
the fragrance of jasmine. I walked the streets, savouring it like a long lost
perfume...
EXT. GARDEN DISTRICT. NIGHT.
Louis walks past the
many Greek Revival Mansions.
LOUIS (VO) And then on Prytania Street, only blocks from the
Lafayette cemetery I caught the scent of death and it wasn't coming from the
graves...
CAMERA PANS OVER white-walled Lafayette cemetery and its
surrounding mansions.
LOUIS (VO) The scent grew stronger as I walked. Old death. A
scent too faint for mortals to detect.
Louis sees rats darting across
the street. They rush into a great overgrown garden surrounding a ruined
mansion. No lights.
Louis stops at a rusted gate. He forces it open and
enters --
A VERITABLE JUNGLE of overgrown rose and oak tree and
wisteria. he sees a faint glimmer of light coming from a distant glass window of
a huge Greek Revival house. He approaches then he sees --
OLD
SHRIVELLED CORPSE of a man, long dead and dried up, snagged in the thorny
rosevines.
LOUIS looks around. Walks on. Sees another corpse,
almost nothing but bones, sinking into the wet earth, the roots of an oak
overgrowing it.
He looks up at the distant light.
He passes a
third corpse, caught in wisteria and rose vine, only bones and clothes.
LOUIS (VO) They were like the doomed princess caught in the
thorny vines of Sleeping Beauty's castle. I knew what it meant. A vampire had
lured them here, but had benn to weak to get rid of them.
Louis sees
dead rats lying near the steps.
LOUIS (VO) It spelt weakness, madness, the behavior of a dying
animal that pollutes its own lair.
Louis treads carefully on the
rotted steps. he moves along the porch. More dead rats. He sees through the
floor-length window into rooms lined with stacked books. Virtually walled with
them. Water seeps down from the ceiling, gleaming as it streaks over the books.
The floors of the splendid rooms are bare, except for a rotten French chair by a
dead fireplace. A single mirror reflecting the moon.
Dead rats.
He moves along the porch to the parlour windows. The candle flickers
inside. He sees --
HIS POV
Lestat lying on the floor. He
is gaunt to near starvation. All his scars are gone, but he is almost a skeleton
and his eyes are enormous in their sockets. His clothes are rags. Blond hair
beautiful, as always.
MALLOY'S ENTRANCES FACE SUPERIMPOSED OVER
MALLOY (VO) Lestat escaped the fire!
LOUIS (VO) He hadn't even been there. And all those years I
thought he was dead.
BACK TO --
Lestat. One tiny candle
stands beside him. He reads an early comic, from the turn of the century.
Without turning his head, he speaks.
LESTAT I'm so glad you're here Louis... I've dreamed of your
coming...
LOUIS Don't try to speak... it's alright...
LESTAT I didn't mean to let them do it... that Santiago, he
tricked me...
LOUIS That's all past, Lestat.
LESTAT Yes. Past... she should never have been one of us...
He turns and looks at Louis. Old, fearful, broken.
LESTAT Still beautiful Louis. You always were the strong one.
LOUIS Don't fear me, Lestat. I bring you no harm.
LESTAT You've come back to me, Louis? You've come again to me?
Louis shakes his head. A series of police sirens go by, piercing the
night sky. A helicopter goes overhead. Red flashes illuminate his face. Lestat
shivers, covers his ears. He's terrified. Louis touches him, calming him, until
the lights pass over.
LOUIS It's only a siren...
LESTAT I can't bear it Louis! The machines out there, that fly
and that roar! And such lights! They make the night brighter than the day!
LOUIS And they frighten you?
LESTAT You know I love the dark. But there's no dark anymore.
LOUIS It's false light, Lestat. It can't harm you...
LESTAT If you stayed with me Louis, I could venture out...
little by little... become the old Lestat.
Louis shivers. He releases
him.
LOUIS I have to go now Lestat...
LESTAT You remember how I was, Louis.. the vampire Lestat...
LOUIS Yes. I remember...
Lestat shivers.
LESTAT I tried to tell you Louis... that night in Paris... when
I first came to you... no-one can refuse the dark gift, Louis... not even you.
LOUIS I tried...
LESTAT And the more you tried, the more I wanted you... a
vampire with your beautiful, suffering human heart. And how you suffered... I
need your forgiveness, Louis.
LOUIS You have it...
Louis walks slowly away from
him. Lestat turns back to his candle, his magazine.
LESTAT You'll come back, Louis... take me out... little by
little... and maybe I'll be myself again...
A bluebottle buzzes by
him. His hand shoots out and grabs it, squeezes the blood.
LOUIS (WHISPERING) Yes, Lestat...
ON LOUIS as he
walks through the decayed house. His eyes are expressionless.
LOUIS (VO) And my story ends there. But in fact it ended a long
time ago, with Claudia's ashes in that theatre. My love died with her. I never
really changed after that. What became of Lestat I have no idea. I go on, night
after night. I feed on those who cross my path. But all my passion went with her
yellow hair. I ma a spirit with perternatural flesh. Detached. unchangeable.
Empty.
INT. ROOM. SAN FRANCISCO. NIGHT. (PRESENT)
Malloy,
staring at Louis.
MALLOY No... it can't end like that...
LOUIS But it has. There is no more to tell.
MALLOY But you talk about passion, about longing, about things
I'll never know in my life! It's still inside you, in every syllable you speak!
And then you tell me it ends like that? Just empty?
LOUIS It's over, I'm telling you...
MALLOY You need a new passion, Louis, a new reason to feel...
what a story you've told, you don't understand yourself.
Louis looks
at the cassettes on the table.
LOUIS Do what you want with it. Learn what you can. Give the
story to others.
Malloy rises.
MALLOY You have another chance, Louis. Take me! Give me your
gift, your power...
Louis is slowly horrified, then outraged and
angry.
LOUIS Is this what you want? You ask me for this after all I've
told you?
MALLOY If I could see what you've seen, feel what you've felt I
wouldn't let it end like this! You need a like to the world out there, a
connection... then it won't end like this...
He stares at Louis.
MALLOY You need me.
Louis turns away.
LOUIS Dear God. I've failed again, haven't I?
MALLOY No...
LOUIS Don't say anymore. The reels are still turning. I have
but one chance to show you the meaning of what I've said.
He looks at
the boy. Then suddenly grabs him, lifts him off the floor, bares his terrifying
fangs and brings them to his throat. Malloy screams, in involuntary terror.
LOUIS You like it? You like being food for the immortals? You
like dying? Is it beautiful? Is it intense?
Malloy, now terrified,
whispers
MALLOY No... please...
Louis drops him.
LOUIS Thank God.
Malloy, falls on the floor,
terrified. When he looks up, Louis has vanished.
MALLOY Louis... Louis...
He looks up at the tape. It
is still turning.
MALLOY Holy shit...
He shakes his head. He gets up,
and with shaking fingers gathers his tapes. He runs out of the room.
EXT. STREET OUTSIDE. NIGHT.
Malloy running for his car, a
convertible. He leaps in and screeches off through the night.
EXT.
STREETS. NIGHT.
Malloy whips the car through the tiny streets, in
sheer, unfocused terror.
MALLOY Jesus...
EXT. GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE. NIGHT.
Malloy driving with streams of traffic over the bridge. He breathes
deeply, to calm himself. He takes a tape from his pocket, and with still shaking
hands, sticks it in the deck.
LOUIS (VO)(TAPE) 1791. That's when it happened. I was
twenty-four. Younger then you are now.
Suddenly a bony hand shoots
out from the back seat, pulls his neck backwards --
LESTAT sinks
his teeth in his neck.
MALLOY'S hands on the wheel shaking,
shuddering, losing their grip.
MALLOY'S eyes bulging, as the life
drains out of him. Lestat sucking him like a rat.
THE WHEEL
swinging free of Malloy's dying hands.
THE CAR veers wildly into
oncoming traffic.
LESTAT drinks regardless
A TRUCK
coming towards them, about to crush the car.
LESTAT'S BONY HAND
grabs the wheel, jerks it as he drinks.
THE CAR misses the
truck by inches.
LESTAT throws Malloy to one side, climbs into
the front seat.
THE TAPE playing
LOUIS (VO) (TAPE) My invitation was open to anyone. Sailors,
whores, thieves. But it was a vampire that accepted...
ON LESTAT at
the wheel, the corpse of Malloy in the passenger seat. He smiles. We can see the
blood renewing him.
LESTAT Dear Louis... will I ever forget?
EXT. GOLDEN
GATE BRIDGE. NIGHT.
Lestat drives on, the car a tiny speck against
the bridge, the sea, the sky beyond, with the first fingers of light spreading
through it.
THE END.
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