Interview with the Vampire (2022) s03e06 Episode Script
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"The Vampire Lestat"
We were only planning
to do one concert.
It has to sound
like death approaching,
like life emerging.
You need to be a vampire
to hear it.
-We want it.
-Make more.
What does he know about me?
That you died in 1794.
I knew her as Gabriella.
Lestat lays with his mother.
There's one thing
that I most fear
above all else,
and that is loneliness.
You take this feeling
away from me, Louis.
52 years, I've watched you.
I want to be your maker,
help you walk in the sun.
Plenty of brooms down the street
at the Mayfair sisters' home.
We played out scenes.
I called her Claudia.
Is it her?
You're hurting him.
I'm hurting Louis?
I carried her home.
I made you turn her.
Don't know why I bother.
Never been about me!
You chose Lestat over her
time and time again.
You cursed her
into the darkness.
You are listening
to "The Failures,".
Album 52, Side A.
At the intersections
of my many selves
the stutterer, the ape,
the actor, the keeper,
the tourist,
the recluse,
the rock star,
the nesting dolls of identity
there is a period of stasis,
a hibernation in shabby robe.
The autumn of 2025 was
one of these periods.
At the time, I thought it a bow
on the goodbye box of Lestat.
But here I am,
dictating for you,
still Lestat.
I was back in my halfway home
of Montreal,
back in hiding across the street
from my vampire band,
bizarrely back rehearsing
a memorial show
for myself and the vampiric ears
I had reworked the album for.
Two years to the day, we formed.
Now a dark, gifted quartet.
But Larry's then mysterious
suicide wove itself
into our bond,
and the Vampire Alex became
the muted center
of a haunted reunion.
Early risers like us are few.
You should take advantage
of the head start.
City's already swamped
with vampires.
See you at rehearsal.
Hello there.
Me again, in a car,
on my way to Moisant Field.
If you're having
second thoughts
and you should be having them
let me know
'fore I pass security.
'Cause if I get on that plane
I was just listening
to your voice message.
How was customs?
-Still in it.
-Oh, dear.
Gotta get on that global entry.
-We still on for the midnight?
-We are.
I have a driver
waiting for you at baggage
and a room
at Auberge du Vieux-Port
for your comforts.
You have dem items we discussed?
I do.
OK, then.
I'ma need two hours
in the room alone.
Leave a key.
The album had fallen flat
with mortals,
but the songs quickly became
a rallying
for the disastrous movement,
the Great Conversion.
And now 50,000 vampires were
descending upon Montreal
to hear me sing it live.
Lestat's final gift
to the Vampiress Gabriella.
Obligations met.
Good luck and fuck off,
everyone, everywhere.
The future, my new distraction.
Who next?
How next?
I was tying off loose ends,
coming out of a coma,
feeling alive.
Or maybe it was him.
I don't think we should do this.
It's a bad idea.
It's a terrible idea.
Was the coffin uncomfortable?
Yeah, I don't sleep
in coffins much now.
-It's a Hastens.
-It's not the coffin.
The coffin's good.
We should cancel.
Cancel the dinner?
Not the dinner. Her.
-Oh, the bad idea.
-Yeah.
Because we should
cancel the dinner too.
That was your idea.
He's come all this way
for the concert.
Also a bad idea.
Cancel that too.
50,000, Louis.
If it was a dozen coming,
you should still walk.
I'm gonna cancel this.
Do you remember cornstarch?
-Hey.
-Rue Royale doorstep?
Cancel the dinner.
Cancel the reckoning.
Let's stay inside and answer
the begging doorbell.
Something wrong?
Drake dropped 50 songs today.
Oh, yeah. I saw that.
I liked him in "Degrassi."
It was a show on cable,
when there was still cable
You know, if I woke up
in a custom-built
Hastens coffin,
the first thing
that I would say to my host is,
"Thank you, Sheridan."
I'm not calling you Sheridan.
Clarence.
I prefer Lestat.
-Lestat is dead.
-OK.
You gon' get on that mic
tomorrow and say,
"We are
the Vampire Clarence Oddbody.
Let's make more"?
It's a bad idea.
It is a very bad idea.
-But conversely
-No, no, no.
-A moderately good one.
-No, no, no.
No good's gonna come of this.
I can feel it in my fingers.
There's also a third possibility
that nothing will come of it.
You know,
these things don't always take.
Sit around the table
thinking that you feel a chill
or somebody's eye twitches.
And really, it's a radiator
or too much coffee,
and nothing happens.
And then the witch
or medium lays blame
-on someone's divergent energy.
-Maybe that's it.
But, still, it is a fun night.
It's the witch part of it.
I don't like witches.
I don't get on with 'em.
And you reached out
to the worst kind of witch.
Oh, Merrick is different.
She is not like the rest.
And her and the uncle,
they're the same.
How do you know the uncle?
We were in a book club
for a moment.
You were in a book club?
With Cortland Mayfair?
And Merrick too.
And Mayor Nagin.
And James Carville.
Everybody hated him.
It had been months
since he called me in a panic.
And he had done his best
to stay clear of the girl
Fraudia, as I called her.
But the wound hadn't closed,
and the bad idea evolved
from texts and phone calls
and connections
I maintained in New Orleans.
You know,
we read your memoir in it.
Everybody loved Tom Anderson.
"Topeka!"
That was my line, you know.
I said "Topeka."
Give me some credit.
It was clever doing it
this week.
Everyone blending in.
Oh, no, are you having
a bad hair day? ♪
They gon' kill half this city
when you're done singing.
It's happening already.
I didn't start it.
Nah, you're the face of it now.
Obey the Five Laws.
"Charlie Brown gets rocks"
agrees with me.
-Make more!
-Make more!
It's the largest gathering of us
in the history of the world,
and they're here to see me.
You could, for a moment,
as a friend,
say,
"Look what you've done here.
Congratulations."
Hey.
-Lem, we're almost there.
-"Lem"?
-Ooh, that is cozy.
-Tell them to keep it simple.
Lemmy, Lemmy, Lemmy.
Lick me, Lem.
Yeah.
OK. You too.
Oh, you too? What "you too"?
Miss you too,
or love you too, or
Are we really gonna do this?
I feel like I could
just go on as I am.
Venmoing Fraudia.
I did it once,
blocked her number.
And then you picked up when
she called you from a new one.
-I didn't know it was her.
-You knew.
You absolutely knew.
She's been dipped
in the River Styx.
Probably dove in,
swam the butterfly.
She'll be angry.
Maybe Claudia would like
a goodbye with you too.
Why are you being nice?
I don't like it.
We could talk about
the proximity
of your restaurant to my home.
It's
catastrophic coincidence.
Ah, Monsieur Pitt,
very nice to have
your attendance tonight.
Your guest has already arrived.
And Monsieur Lioncourt,
such an honor.
Mr. Blackwood.
I see. Yes, this way, please.
May we take your coat,
Mr. Blackwood?
-Make more.
-Make more.
Make more.
-Make more.
-Make more.
Make more.
Taylor and Travis.
Congratulations.
Have you set a date yet?
Ah.
I'm the little killer ♪
I'm the lonely one ♪
I'm the chill
creeping up your spine ♪
Telling you to run ♪
I'm a hanging shadow ♪
I'm a lost love ♪
I'm the past and the future ♪
The last of the sutures,
the cooing dove ♪
We're the rock and rollers ♪
We're the good time ♪
We're the heart
pumping blood ♪
We're the face in the mud ♪
We're this stupid rhyme ♪
Bang, bang - Bang, bang
Bang, bang - Bang, bang ♪
Bang, bang
All fall down ♪
Burn the ground ♪
All fall down
Burn the ♪
Bang, bang - Bang, bang ♪
Bang, bang - Bang, bang ♪
Bang, bang - Bang, bang ♪
Bang, bang, bang, bang,
bang, bang ♪
Please, turn Larry down.
And we were where?
I believe you were
mid-antagonizing us
about Hurricane Odette.
Testing to see
if you two were listening.
Sitting across from each other,
bonds re-bonding.
Odette, category 3.
What did you say to him
after a 77-year ghosting?
I don't remember exactly.
What did he say to you?
I couldn't hear anything.
It was a hurricane.
Yeah, I was just pretending
to understand what you said.
Same.
Just did a lot of nodding.
You assholes.
I don't have an ending
for my doc.
Give me something.
It was enough that he showed up.
-That's it?
-Yeah, sure.
I'll just run credits
over footage
of Riddley gunning him down.
No "Where's the trash go?"
I can see the poster.
"All Jarda Klapek wanted
was love,"
and slap it over
a big herpes sore.
No big gotcha questions?
Now that you mention it,
I do have one.
I knew we weren't gonna
get off that easy.
The fog of vampiric love,
is that a thing for you, Louis?
Was love the reason why
you and Armand never saw
any of my gotchas coming?
I tried to respect you, Daniel.
I tried not to delve
into your thoughts.
I appreciate that.
I appreciate you
respecting my privacy, Louis.
Gotcha, smotcha.
We're both here
for the last mic hump
and the end of the world.
Is the 3 out of 10
from "Pitchfork"
easing the transition from
niche rocker to dark monarch?
I gifted the Great Conversion
an anthem.
It's up to them, you,
what's done with it.
Christ sees
the hammer and nails, says,
"I forgot my keys to the car."
Ugh, alarmists, the both of you.
And Sheridan Blackwood
dumb name
he's going to do what after?
Rest?
Hmm.
I've been dreaming of forests.
Forests?
Hmm.
Every night this month
of pumpkins.
I own a cabin
right next to a forest.
And I walk a path nightly
with paper and pen,
transcribing birdsong.
I could do that for a decade.
From Iggy to birder.
I grow bored, of course.
Slug my way back
to the waking world.
Get a job plunking out Sondheim
and Sakamoto in a hotel lounge.
You know anyone who owns hotels?
Gentlemen,
compliments of the chef,
something he has been holding
for this special evening.
An amuse-bouche.
Francine Lucien-LaChapelle.
She is, in fact,
a distant descendant
of the Lioncourt line.
Immigrés who came to Montreal
in 1749.
A delicate, flowery flavor.
Bonsoir.
Mademoiselle.
You still fanging Sofia?
I don't know.
Maybe.
Why?
Has he met her yet?
I'm gonna meet her tonight,
I think.
Sofia. He met her in the 1980s.
I can see her
in those big shoulder pads.
One has to ask,
what is with the tan, Dan?
Did you indulge and overshoot
your coffin again?
Sirs, Mr. du Lac, bon appétit.
I'm seeing someone.
-What?
-Oh.
-Ooh.
-Well
The fog of love.
The tan of "whatever
you want, sweetheart."
To Daniel Malloy,
our biographer,
our documentarian,
our shared ex's
abandoned offspring,
all those things at once.
Ready to eat your own?
He seemed off.
-Dan?
-Mm.
Always.
He's an awkward man.
He has that "you think you're
better than me" chip on him.
And we are.
It is exhausting
to pretend otherwise.
I owed him an ending.
And it worked out
for both of us.
You walking in
probably just made the joint.
Could you feel him
trying to read our minds?
Mm-hmm. He got in mine.
Oh, my God, Lestat!
I love you, Lestat!
Oh.
-Go on.
-No.
Give 'em a taste. Why not?
Arturo, would you mind?
This is a song ♪
For all the Beautiful Unwell ♪
Be damage ♪
Be cabbage ♪
When the curtain drops,
be baggage ♪
This ain't no goddamn crime
of passion ♪
Oh
Be broken ♪
Unlovable ♪
Be lost and irredeemable
Fake Death Sheridan Clarence,
you really have done something.
Congratulations.
Thank you
for the Hastens coffin.
Hmm.
Can I ask you a question?
Yeah, I'll risk it.
In Dan's book, which I do not
need to discuss
-the book is not the point.
-We can discuss the book.
It's not the point.
When you arrived in Paris,
I was a spirit.
And I walked with you
and Armand along the Seine.
And you also ate a photograph.
And was that your psyche
churning up
Uh, guilt.
Sharing a coffin,
slitting your throat guilt,
or you being
in a garbage dump gone,
or the other kind of gone guilt.
I didn't know which.
Hmm.
Did you see me, too,
those years?
The songs might have
shook loose a bone or two.
Ah!
This is it.
No, this is your thing.
All this shit I sense,
but you never share.
No.
All that shit.
How many operas
did you drag me to?
Those are wonderful memories
for me.
And not once did you say,
"Hey, Louis,
-I used to be onstage."
-When you say dragged
"I played a heartthrob
named Lelio.
"Me and my ex-boyfriend started
a murderous theater company
together."
I wanted to live with you
like I had been
dragged out of the bayou,
gills to lungs,
for you and you only.
Oh, me, you, Antoinette.
-Oh, a voice I could fuck.
-I know. I know.
Actually, that's not fair.
She was a good time.
And the book's prose reveled
in making her
smaller than she was.
Justice for Antoinette.
You made her cut off a finger.
Oh, she did that on her own.
She thought the gift would
help her grow it back.
-She was very impulsive.
-You dangled her.
To provoke you
out of a depression.
-And then to punish.
-Why?
-I have the blood of Akasha.
-No, it ain't the blood.
It's what you do with the blood.
Are you opening
vampire gymnasiums next?
Vampire Equinox?
"It's what you do
with the blood."
Why?
Because, Louis,
I'm a monster.
Sludge!
Lestat!
I'm fine.
That her?
That's her.
You want to introduce me?
You'll do fine.
I think that you are
not understanding.
-What is this?
-Exactly. Ciao.
Buona sera.
Hello, handsome man.
Sofia, right?
The famous Louis.
The infamous Louis.
Everything he said
is a quarter-half lie.
Oh, so also
a quarter-half truth.
Mind if I sit with you
and watch?
-Prego.
-Alex, play it.
No, we need to rehearse.
-Sing it.
-Snare.
Just sing.
Sing it!
On the floors of Tokyo-o ♪
Or down in London town
to go-go ♪
With the record selection
and the mirror's reflection ♪
I'm a-dancing with myself
He's shy.
When there's no one else
in sight ♪
It's hard being him.
Well, I wait so long
for my love vibration ♪
And I'm dancing with myself ♪
Oh, oh, dancing with myself ♪
You the one
putting the show together?
One of many.
50,000 of us
out in the woods together.
What could go wrong?
Yes, he said that you said
you don't think
he should sing tomorrow.
Doesn't matter what I think.
He's gonna do
what he's gonna do.
Maybe you are the one
who should not go.
And why is that?
They are coming
from all over the world
Dubai, Paris, Detroit.
You have many admirers,
but also others.
And there's nothing to prove ♪
And I'm dancing with myself,
oh, oh ♪
I I think he'd be hurt
if I didn't show.
I think he'd be more hurt
if you were hurt.
Oh, oh, oh-oh ♪
-You should stand by me.
-Paso doble! ♪
I will protect you.
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
Trap ♪
All right, enough of that.
Let's rehearse.
We're trying to work out
if we're gonna do
this one or not, Mr. du Lac,
Mademoiselle Vecce.
Salamander here calls it a
what did you call it?
-Dick salt.
-Mm.
And the Vampire Tough Cookie,
she's on the fence.
Sam does not get a vote.
The Vampire Alex abstains.
So on the block,
will it be chopped?
We are seeking brutal truth
for a brutal song.
Whoa ♪
I can feel it ♪
The pull on my thread ♪
From a distant,
restless hand ♪
Whoa ♪
How I need it ♪
Just to know
that you're out there ♪
Pulling all you can ♪
Show me that bitter star ♪
I want it ♪
Give me that brutal love ♪
I want it all ♪
I am the meteor ♪
Above it ♪
Writing your name in dust
As I fall ♪
Oh ♪
Strings, you could do more.
Whoa ♪
I can feel it ♪
Every atom like
a planet on fire ♪
Raging at the sun
Show me that bitter star ♪
I want it ♪
Give me that brutal love ♪
I want it all ♪
I am the meteor ♪
Above it ♪
Writing your name in dust ♪
As I fall ♪
Show me that bitter star ♪
I want it ♪
Give me that brutal love ♪
I want it all ♪
I am the meteor
Gliding ♪
Writing your name in dust ♪
As I fall ♪
You are listening
to "The Failures,".
Album Number 55, Side A.
I'll be fine ♪
Get in line
I'll be fine ♪
I'll be fine
Get in line ♪
Get in line
Someone in trouble
Like a star-crossed ♪
Lover of mine ♪
Of mine
-I saw you on your phone.
-I was
You were on your phone.
I was seeing
how the restaurant did
the rest of the night.
It's rude.
Yeah, it was.
You were great.
The show was great.
You shouldn't do it.
It's a bad idea.
It's 11:00.
We got an hour to decide.
Can I have a moment?
How did you two get on?
I'll tell you in the car.
-Ciao, bello.
-Ciao.
He liked Sofia.
He likes his phone.
You left your scarf
on my piano bench.
Marking your territory?
I stopped by to say hello.
You were in coffin.
I saw you had company.
So you left your scarf?
And small books for travel.
Have you packed?
I can't pack if I don't know
where I'm going.
Cádiz.
Oh?
What's in Cádiz?
A slumbering, drunken populace,
a great wave of making more,
a room with a view
to watch it all from on high.
Does the room have HBO?
Armand's in town.
I sensed that.
He's going to try
to disrupt things.
Oh, maybe I should
bring him up onstage,
put him over my knee,
and give him five whacks
for the five Great Laws.
Maybe I should
-Show Alex some affection.
-Avoid an appear
He could use his mother.
I'll have Arturo
bring you to the hangar after.
Don't forget to pack.
Back home, Arturo.
Absolutely, Mr. de Lioncourt.
I think we got to cancel.
What happened to the hour?
What's this?
How did you get that?
A link someone sent me.
A link?
This is on the internet?
Well, it's obviously
one of those fakes.
Hey, cinema geeks,
vamp-o-philes,
and false-flaggers
of the dark web.
It's your boy, Daniel Molloy,
back with another salacious clip
from my upcoming documentary,
"Interview
with the Vampire Lestat."
And so when did you first meet
his girlfriend, Sofia?
In 1793,
when Lestat and I formed
the Théâtre des Vampires.
We all knew her then
as the Vampire Gabriella,
Lestat's mother.
-Huh.
-Mm.
And so here he is,
two months after his "murder,"
taking a break from recording
his posthumous album
to bone his mom
on the Bon Sasquatch
studio couch.
Well, that's your answer, then.
That's obviously why
Daniel was off.
He was sitting on this
sending on that
this AI deepfake.
Was that your mom I just met?
That was Sofia.
OK. Is Sofia your mother?
My mother is dead.
Let me let me put it
this way.
Are you hitting the same vagina
you spent
the first nine months
of your mortal life in?
Anatomically,
there's the womb
-Stop the car.
-And there's the cervix.
-And there's the uterus
-Are you jumping the cervix?
Stop the car. My shoes!
It's not one thing, Louis.
Stop the goddamn car.
Louis! Louis!
Fuck! Fuck!
Louis.
You don't eat where you shit,
and you don't come inside
the door you came out of.
What on God's savage Earth
is there to talk about?
She was dying, Louis.
I gave her the gift.
No. No, it's basic.
It's fundamental.
No, it's a complicated,
multifaceted set
of circumstances.
No, there's no circumstance
that leads to, "Oh, yeah,
I can see
how that would happen."
You're being very judgy.
"Come to Montreal. See me sing.
Hey, meet my friend
with incestual benefits."
This is all
all-time, Armand-level deceit.
Oh, do not walk away
and and and say his name.
Do not compare me to him.
How is this any different?
This is a century-long lie.
You hung her portrait over
our coffins in New Orleans.
-It's sick. You're sick.
-We are unnatural beings!
And this
this is the half-human soul
that you conveniently whip out
whenever you want to win
an argument!
What argument you got
for fucking your mother?
It's sickness.
Maybe the source
of all your sickness.
But my God.
You you you call me
out of nowhere
Seek a professional!
And you say
that you're paying a girl
to pretend to be Claudia!
You're paying a girl
to pretend to be Madeleine!
And what do I say?
Do I say
that you're sick, Louis?
Do I see sickness? No!
I spent a month and a half
talking you back
from unimaginable frenzy
in the middle
of my own fracturing!
-I offer you room under my roof.
-OK.
I offer you the possibility
of reckoning
your crippling guilt.
I offer you
I off
-OK.
-I offer you
It's OK. It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK. It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's all right.
It's all right.
It's OK.
It's OK. It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Ridiculous night.
So Sofia is your mom.
Gabriella was my mom.
Just
Is now a vampire. Huh?
I'm just trying to reset here.
I'm just asking about her.
She was born
in the wrong century.
Bitter life.
There was a closeness
between us.
She was the only one
growing up who showed me
any kind of affection.
She was not a doting mother.
But I could picture
a larger life
outside of Auvergne
because of her.
Well, the cousin
that stuck his fingers in me
also gave me a dollar.
-Louis.
-Oh, sorry.
Go. Go ahead.
Nothing happened
until she came to Paris,
her blonde hair bone white,
her body racked with disease.
She was dying.
Hours from it.
OK, I hear that.
So never before?
Your mother called you
the devil.
Never had sex with me.
Then she blamed you
for Paul's death
You get that getting
with family's
gonna cross some wires
in your head.
Which you then blamed on me.
I let it go. I took it back.
-I was wrong.
-The blame. The blame.
If we can find the blame,
if we agree on the blame,
then it's all mapped,
the why we are, the why we do.
I conduct the chaos.
She's one of the many
chainsaws I juggle.
A hill to climb, vamp or not.
Hmm.
Can you
Mm?
Mm.
Did you
did you notice in the video
that Daniel was in the daylight?
Mm.
The suntan.
I left my phone in the car.
Can you just check
to see if it's everywhere?
A week of ridicule,
and then no one gives a shit.
What's the matter?
That was Lestat.
Lestat is dead.
It matters to you.
Maybe.
I don't know. I don't know.
I am my own zip code
of mess right now.
And I'm not proud
of how I just was.
I'm sorry.
We should cancel.
We should probably cancel.
-Hmm.
-Hmm.
Or
I hope you don't mind.
I steamed me a cup of tea
while you was out.
Mm, please,
make yourself at home.
Make yourself at home.
This Papa Legba's make-do room
of diablerie now.
Louis de Pointe du Lac,
the Witch Merrick.
How do?
Great Mama Ernestine sends
her regards,
says the du Lac boys
walked past her porch
heads so high you wouldn't know
their money came from flesh.
Young, dumb, and mortal.
Called her
Satan's favorite whore.
Ought to be run
out of Nawlin' proper.
That would have been
my brother, Paul, Paul du Lac.
Hear that, Great Mama?
It was the other one.
Have seats.
Feets outside the line.
Ah.
Thank you for your patience
these past months.
There's been some hard thinking
about this.
All spirits can be unruly.
But those
snatched out of life
a burned girl,
a motherless monster,
called up by her killers.
I didn't kill her.
The implication, I believe,
was giving Claudia the gift.
Oh, I thought
I thought you were
talking about Paris.
The implication there
was that I killed her.
-I didn't say that.
-No, you implied it.
Personal items.
Wrote in that.
Died in this.
Skinny.
Knees on cobbles,
face bruised up,
split like a peach.
Madeleine.
Sewed this dress?
Loved Claudia.
These got it.
I can call with these objects.
Papa Legba, Virgin Mary,
Angel Michael, Angel Gabriel,
I cannot do this
without your blessings.
Virgin Mary, Angels, Papa Le
you two together bringing
a jinx, blocking the gate.
What happened to you tonight?
-Well, we had a
-A lot.
Move your chairs. 2:00, 10:00.
Mary, Angels, Papa Legba.
I call on you, Lord of Blood.
I am Merrick Mayfair.
I call on you.
Open the gates.
You know my name, Papa.
All spirits that answer me,
Son of Ham, Mama Yu,
Baron Samedi, Blanc Dani.
I give you my blood.
Bring me to the spirit called.
Bring out the chasm
the spirit Claudia
called by the living,
grand zombie.
I am Merrick Mayfair.
On my dead mother,
bring her to me.
You find the one named Claudia
and bring her out.
Shove her out.
I call the spirit Claudia
and Claudia alone
to come down, come out
the chasm, and show yourself!
The fuck you yanking
on me, you dumb bitch?
She a wild one.
That was that her?
She did not like mm.
She got rage going up,
going down.
Get her back.
I'm gonna have to add
to the envelope.
Find me
a high-presentin' dentist.
Yeah, yeah. Bring her back.
Couldn't keep me on the wall.
Could you, Daddy Lou?
I'm Lestat.
Louis is over there.
Didn't think this
through, did you?
I tried to go on without you.
I'm over here, Claudia.
They dragged me off the stage.
They ripped you away from me.
And and I can't let you go.
It's there at the bottom
of everything.
I wanted to blot that out.
I wanted to say the goodbye
I didn't get to say
and tell you
I hope you found a bit of
a bit of quiet.
You back with him?
I'm I'm sorry, Claudia.
Madeleine made this.
Said I looked splendid in it.
That was her word. Splendid.
You hung it on the wall,
the dress I burned in.
Meant to honor you.
Oh.
Oh, yeah,
that's what I want to be,
car fuel for your self-pity.
Listen to your sad sorrys.
I'm dead.
Dead!
I know.
I know.
I had nights
I wanted to join you.
I know. I know. I know. I know.
Running up on rooftops,
ripping your shirt off
like you a dirty movie.
I heard you calling me.
I didn't call you,
you dumb bitch.
I'd have tripped Armand
on the stairs
if I wanted you with me.
Here's some truth for you,
sad boy.
You weren't even my favorite.
I liked him better.
He knew who he was.
You're not even my maker.
You're not even my blood.
That's my maker.
I even thought about
poisoning you instead of him.
You know why I didn't?
'Cause there's a little etching
on your rib cage,
says you're a slave.
I knew I could count on you
to trail me,
like a dumb dog anywhere I went,
until I could ditch your ass
for something more worthy of me.
Who the fuck are you?
Don't even know you.
Yeah?
What about the thing
you should be thanking me for?
Oh!
Yeah, he thinks it meant
something to hunt Bruce down.
Read my little girl diary pages
seven decades late.
You think I want not one,
but two men I hate
using me as an excuse
for their bullshit?
All cry-face, reading my diary
like it fucking happened to you?
Get this
into your nappy little head.
I hate you!
More than anything
and anyone I have ever known,
more than my dad that left me,
more than my auntie
that whipped me,
more than Bruce
that stuck it in me,
more than the pack of vamps
that seduced and burned me!
I hate you to the pit
of all things.
Claudia.
Burn the diaries!
Burn this dress!
Stop saying my name!
And you, Uncle Les.
-Yes?
-"Yes?"
Bring your malice.
Some joy I know,
knowin' is how good I
humiliated you in New Orleans,
how I ginned up the train
for the slave here.
"Lestat said he'd do worse
than rape me, Daddy Lou."
Worked good, didn't it?
The train, Antoinette,
Tom Anderson, slit throat,
took your Black queen and ran
off with him across the ocean.
And shitty little bitch
that you are,
revenge swelled in your brain.
How long you rehearse
my death, Antoinette?
Memorize your every line
of that play
just for fun, Mr. Anderson,
and your little make-'em-ups
not in the script.
Slit!
I'd have done the same thing
if it were me.
Yeah, sat on my hands
watching you
char up to thunderous applause.
Only only I wouldn't have
saved his ass
and waited for a hug
in a hurricane.
Dress on the wall.
Song on the radio.
Pay some broke witch
a pittance to drag me
out of my spidery-ass nowhere.
What about Madeleine?
You two hug it out for her too?
Hmm?
You two bringing her back
in the cornstarch?
'Cause I don't see her here.
And I can't find her there!
The one good thing
in my bleak
Black life,
and I don't know where she is!
And I spend every
fucking second of nowhere
looking for her!
And where is she?
Why is she not here with me?
Madeleine! Madeleine!
Madeleine!
Madeleine!
Madeleine!
Madeleine!
Hear me, those spirits
that answer to me.
Close the gate.
Papa Legba.
Virgin Mary.
Angel Michael. Angel Gabriel.
Yeah.
Pretty much closes
the door on that.
She spared us the ambiguity.
That moment, when
"What about the thing
you should thank me for?"
-Yeah.
-Mm.
I didn't know that was in me.
Got some work to do on myself.
It's not something one did
in the late 18th century,
work on the self.
Or the early 20th.
What did one do?
Went on, went to bed,
got up, punched a wall.
-Sat on benches.
-Shared troubles.
Hmm.
She doesn't have that.
No.
No Madeleine.
No rest.
I guess we just carry that.
Hmm.
Can I ask you a question?
Of course.
Did you think you were
gonna get away with it,
the Sofia, Gabriella thing?
That.
I don't know.
I brought her on the bus.
I brought her to you,
or you to her.
I hung her portrait
in our room in New Orleans.
Excellent point in the heat
of the fracas, by the way.
Thank you.
Clearly, somewhere
in the self-destructive
scaffolding I house
my heart in, I wanted it known.
But where I am a mystery
to myself
is why I wanted it now,
the night before I go on stage,
the hour
before the witch arrives.
Why do I actively,
manically pursue failure?
Hmm.
Maybe it's just
the vampire's burden.
What do you replace death with?
What's to live for
if there's no end?
Maybe it's just how you keep
your night straight.
I have some work
to do on myself.
The songs are about me?
-Most of them.
-Hmm.
You opened a restaurant
three blocks from my house
because
Yeah.
If it was just
the two of us again
'cause, yeah, who else
is gonna have us
A trailer park.
Nevada, Utah, the desert.
Couple folding chairs.
Plant some flower boxes.
What blooms at night?
Evening primrose.
They got birds in the desert?
There's birds everywhere.
Could be nice.
Could be.
Thrift store Dracula peeping.
Alex?
Listen to tracks
from "The Vampire Lestat"
wherever you stream music.
My head is rollin' 'round ♪
Will my toesies
ever touch the ground ♪
Hang every rope,
burn every witch ♪
But you'll never catch
the butterscotch bitch ♪
Yeah ♪
Bah-dah, bah-dah ♪
-We should cancel.
-Cancel the dinner?
-Not the dinner, her.
-Oh, the bad idea.
Yeah.
Sit around a table
thinking that you feel a chill
or somebody's eye twitches.
The idea of the seance
is really wonderful.
This is not something
you want to explore.
This is not something
you want to know about
and this is not somewhere you
want to go.
I don't like witches.
I don't get on with them.
Louis' absolutely correct.
It's a horrible idea.
And why do they do it?
Because they're Louis
and Lestat and they're messy,
and they can't turn away
from the messiest option.
You reached out
to the worst kind of witch.
-Oh.
-Merrick is different.
She is not like the rest.
And her and the uncle,
they're the same.
When I first got to New Orleans,
the driver was like, "I'll give
you one piece of advice."
He was like, "Don't
with voodoo," and I don't.
I have a respectful distance
from it.
Let's be clear, I respect it.
But I'm not getting
involved with it.
Do you know what I mean?
We should cancel.
We should probably cancel.
Shot, mark.
When I first got
the seance scene,
I think I was filming
another scene.
And then everybody went around
set and was like,
Ah, episode six.
We've got episode six.
And I'm like, "Oh, my God.
Okay, whoa.
Claudia read it. Read it."
Kept reading it and I was like,
"This is amazing,
and about time."
He's got it.
I can call with these objects.
I'm still mourning Claudia.
I'm still angry for her.
And it's like finally
she gets to say everything,
get it all off her chest
and give it to the two men
she hates the most,
hates but loves the most.
Bring out the chasm,
the spirit, Claudia,
called by the living.
We were all a bit
starstruck, actually,
because I was like,
"Oh, my God, Claudia's here."
You hung it on the wall,
Dress I burned.
But to honor you.
Yeah, that's what I want to be.
Car fuel for your self-pity.
I went very deep
and we did a couple of takes,
and I was happy with them
and everybody else
was happy with them.
But I said, I still have more,
so can we do more?
And Jane was like, absolutely.
And we did.
And then, yeah, it was
like a whole new level of anger.
What about Madeleine?
You do hug it out for her, too?
'Cause I don't see her here!
The one good thing
in my bleak black life!
When me and Sam sat
in the chair watching Delainey,
and we were like,
" this is amazing."
It's a pretty rough sequence
to shoot.
Very sad.
I thought I was gonna feel,
like, defensive for Louis
and for Lestat, but we
deserved what we got.
For Lestat and Louis,
this is one instance
where they actually
dealt with the problem,
and I think that
that's a really cool thing.
It gives them closure
in the sense
that she absolutely hated
them for what they did to her
and for not putting her first,
and she's suffering in hell.
Lestat!
-Is that her?
-That's her.
Jennifer Ehle. She is amazing.
And Gabrielle is one of
my all star favorite characters.
-Want to introduce me?
-You'll do fine.
I was star struck
working with Jacob.
To see him walk on as Louis,
I did feel,
"Oh, my God, you're Louis."
Hello. Handsome man, huh?
Sophia, right?
I think Gabriella
is threatened by Louis,
And she's also jealous
as a lover.
He's also another one
of Lestat's fledglings.
I mean,
there are not many of us.
I think Louis just got
a generally queasy feeling.
He's not really on board
with the, like, make more thing.
50,000 of us
out in the woods together.
-What could go wrong?
-Yes, he said that
you said you don't think
he should sing tomorrow.
Doesn't matter what I think.
He's going to do
what he's gonna do.
I think "Brutal Love" 's
such a beautiful song.
I remember
when I first heard it,
months
before we started shooting.
I was like, "Wow,
this is amazing."
Where's this going to go in
this show?
How does this even fit?
And you do get the sense like
not really sure who's
he's singing it too.
Is he singing it to Gabrielle?
Is he singing it to Louis?
And then, you know,
by the end he's really
singing that song to Louis.
It's a kind of like, perfect
anthem for their love story.
There's that wonderful feeling
where she is the most
important person in the room,
and suddenly she isn't.
Ooh ♪
I can feel it ♪
Every atom like a planet
on fire raging at the sun ♪
Come on.
Taylor and Travis, congratulations.
Have you set a date yet?
Molloy is perfectly happy
to sit there at the restaurant,
let them screw around with him
in their obnoxious way
that they are.
One has to ask.
What is with the Tan Dan?
He could sit there
and say, "Yeah,
you can make fun of me
all you want,
and I look really weird
with this sunburn."
In terms of Louis knowing
that something's different,
like, he looks like a lobster.
-Ooh.
-The fog of love.
The tan of whatever you want, sweetheart.
I think Louis and Lestat
are definitely not picking up
on the hostility from Daniel.
Ready to eat your own?
They continue to bully him in
the way that they always have,
and I think that dynamic is
less apparent to them
than it is to him.
It is hugely shocking,
the end of episode six.
There's no sense,
unless I'm crazy,
that you can see it coming.
Thrift store Dracula peeping.
I was like, wow,
we're doing this.
We're going to go there.
Our two protagonists,
our two lead characters,
we chop their heads
off at the end of six.
We've got a whole episode left.
-What's going on?
-Alex?
I think there's been
so many little hints at it
from the very beginning that
Lestat's going to lose his head.
But the fact that Malloy's
turned against Louis,
I think for me that was like,
whoa, that's really shocking.
Watch
"The Vampire Lestat: After Dark"
on AMC+ or wherever you
get your podcasts.
Previously on
"The Vampire Lestat"
We were only planning
to do one concert.
It has to sound
like death approaching,
like life emerging.
You need to be a vampire
to hear it.
-We want it.
-Make more.
What does he know about me?
That you died in 1794.
I knew her as Gabriella.
Lestat lays with his mother.
There's one thing
that I most fear
above all else,
and that is loneliness.
You take this feeling
away from me, Louis.
52 years, I've watched you.
I want to be your maker,
help you walk in the sun.
Plenty of brooms down the street
at the Mayfair sisters' home.
We played out scenes.
I called her Claudia.
Is it her?
You're hurting him.
I'm hurting Louis?
I carried her home.
I made you turn her.
Don't know why I bother.
Never been about me!
You chose Lestat over her
time and time again.
You cursed her
into the darkness.
You are listening
to "The Failures,".
Album 52, Side A.
At the intersections
of my many selves
the stutterer, the ape,
the actor, the keeper,
the tourist,
the recluse,
the rock star,
the nesting dolls of identity
there is a period of stasis,
a hibernation in shabby robe.
The autumn of 2025 was
one of these periods.
At the time, I thought it a bow
on the goodbye box of Lestat.
But here I am,
dictating for you,
still Lestat.
I was back in my halfway home
of Montreal,
back in hiding across the street
from my vampire band,
bizarrely back rehearsing
a memorial show
for myself and the vampiric ears
I had reworked the album for.
Two years to the day, we formed.
Now a dark, gifted quartet.
But Larry's then mysterious
suicide wove itself
into our bond,
and the Vampire Alex became
the muted center
of a haunted reunion.
Early risers like us are few.
You should take advantage
of the head start.
City's already swamped
with vampires.
See you at rehearsal.
Hello there.
Me again, in a car,
on my way to Moisant Field.
If you're having
second thoughts
and you should be having them
let me know
'fore I pass security.
'Cause if I get on that plane
I was just listening
to your voice message.
How was customs?
-Still in it.
-Oh, dear.
Gotta get on that global entry.
-We still on for the midnight?
-We are.
I have a driver
waiting for you at baggage
and a room
at Auberge du Vieux-Port
for your comforts.
You have dem items we discussed?
I do.
OK, then.
I'ma need two hours
in the room alone.
Leave a key.
The album had fallen flat
with mortals,
but the songs quickly became
a rallying
for the disastrous movement,
the Great Conversion.
And now 50,000 vampires were
descending upon Montreal
to hear me sing it live.
Lestat's final gift
to the Vampiress Gabriella.
Obligations met.
Good luck and fuck off,
everyone, everywhere.
The future, my new distraction.
Who next?
How next?
I was tying off loose ends,
coming out of a coma,
feeling alive.
Or maybe it was him.
I don't think we should do this.
It's a bad idea.
It's a terrible idea.
Was the coffin uncomfortable?
Yeah, I don't sleep
in coffins much now.
-It's a Hastens.
-It's not the coffin.
The coffin's good.
We should cancel.
Cancel the dinner?
Not the dinner. Her.
-Oh, the bad idea.
-Yeah.
Because we should
cancel the dinner too.
That was your idea.
He's come all this way
for the concert.
Also a bad idea.
Cancel that too.
50,000, Louis.
If it was a dozen coming,
you should still walk.
I'm gonna cancel this.
Do you remember cornstarch?
-Hey.
-Rue Royale doorstep?
Cancel the dinner.
Cancel the reckoning.
Let's stay inside and answer
the begging doorbell.
Something wrong?
Drake dropped 50 songs today.
Oh, yeah. I saw that.
I liked him in "Degrassi."
It was a show on cable,
when there was still cable
You know, if I woke up
in a custom-built
Hastens coffin,
the first thing
that I would say to my host is,
"Thank you, Sheridan."
I'm not calling you Sheridan.
Clarence.
I prefer Lestat.
-Lestat is dead.
-OK.
You gon' get on that mic
tomorrow and say,
"We are
the Vampire Clarence Oddbody.
Let's make more"?
It's a bad idea.
It is a very bad idea.
-But conversely
-No, no, no.
-A moderately good one.
-No, no, no.
No good's gonna come of this.
I can feel it in my fingers.
There's also a third possibility
that nothing will come of it.
You know,
these things don't always take.
Sit around the table
thinking that you feel a chill
or somebody's eye twitches.
And really, it's a radiator
or too much coffee,
and nothing happens.
And then the witch
or medium lays blame
-on someone's divergent energy.
-Maybe that's it.
But, still, it is a fun night.
It's the witch part of it.
I don't like witches.
I don't get on with 'em.
And you reached out
to the worst kind of witch.
Oh, Merrick is different.
She is not like the rest.
And her and the uncle,
they're the same.
How do you know the uncle?
We were in a book club
for a moment.
You were in a book club?
With Cortland Mayfair?
And Merrick too.
And Mayor Nagin.
And James Carville.
Everybody hated him.
It had been months
since he called me in a panic.
And he had done his best
to stay clear of the girl
Fraudia, as I called her.
But the wound hadn't closed,
and the bad idea evolved
from texts and phone calls
and connections
I maintained in New Orleans.
You know,
we read your memoir in it.
Everybody loved Tom Anderson.
"Topeka!"
That was my line, you know.
I said "Topeka."
Give me some credit.
It was clever doing it
this week.
Everyone blending in.
Oh, no, are you having
a bad hair day? ♪
They gon' kill half this city
when you're done singing.
It's happening already.
I didn't start it.
Nah, you're the face of it now.
Obey the Five Laws.
"Charlie Brown gets rocks"
agrees with me.
-Make more!
-Make more!
It's the largest gathering of us
in the history of the world,
and they're here to see me.
You could, for a moment,
as a friend,
say,
"Look what you've done here.
Congratulations."
Hey.
-Lem, we're almost there.
-"Lem"?
-Ooh, that is cozy.
-Tell them to keep it simple.
Lemmy, Lemmy, Lemmy.
Lick me, Lem.
Yeah.
OK. You too.
Oh, you too? What "you too"?
Miss you too,
or love you too, or
Are we really gonna do this?
I feel like I could
just go on as I am.
Venmoing Fraudia.
I did it once,
blocked her number.
And then you picked up when
she called you from a new one.
-I didn't know it was her.
-You knew.
You absolutely knew.
She's been dipped
in the River Styx.
Probably dove in,
swam the butterfly.
She'll be angry.
Maybe Claudia would like
a goodbye with you too.
Why are you being nice?
I don't like it.
We could talk about
the proximity
of your restaurant to my home.
It's
catastrophic coincidence.
Ah, Monsieur Pitt,
very nice to have
your attendance tonight.
Your guest has already arrived.
And Monsieur Lioncourt,
such an honor.
Mr. Blackwood.
I see. Yes, this way, please.
May we take your coat,
Mr. Blackwood?
-Make more.
-Make more.
Make more.
-Make more.
-Make more.
Make more.
Taylor and Travis.
Congratulations.
Have you set a date yet?
Ah.
I'm the little killer ♪
I'm the lonely one ♪
I'm the chill
creeping up your spine ♪
Telling you to run ♪
I'm a hanging shadow ♪
I'm a lost love ♪
I'm the past and the future ♪
The last of the sutures,
the cooing dove ♪
We're the rock and rollers ♪
We're the good time ♪
We're the heart
pumping blood ♪
We're the face in the mud ♪
We're this stupid rhyme ♪
Bang, bang - Bang, bang
Bang, bang - Bang, bang ♪
Bang, bang
All fall down ♪
Burn the ground ♪
All fall down
Burn the ♪
Bang, bang - Bang, bang ♪
Bang, bang - Bang, bang ♪
Bang, bang - Bang, bang ♪
Bang, bang, bang, bang,
bang, bang ♪
Please, turn Larry down.
And we were where?
I believe you were
mid-antagonizing us
about Hurricane Odette.
Testing to see
if you two were listening.
Sitting across from each other,
bonds re-bonding.
Odette, category 3.
What did you say to him
after a 77-year ghosting?
I don't remember exactly.
What did he say to you?
I couldn't hear anything.
It was a hurricane.
Yeah, I was just pretending
to understand what you said.
Same.
Just did a lot of nodding.
You assholes.
I don't have an ending
for my doc.
Give me something.
It was enough that he showed up.
-That's it?
-Yeah, sure.
I'll just run credits
over footage
of Riddley gunning him down.
No "Where's the trash go?"
I can see the poster.
"All Jarda Klapek wanted
was love,"
and slap it over
a big herpes sore.
No big gotcha questions?
Now that you mention it,
I do have one.
I knew we weren't gonna
get off that easy.
The fog of vampiric love,
is that a thing for you, Louis?
Was love the reason why
you and Armand never saw
any of my gotchas coming?
I tried to respect you, Daniel.
I tried not to delve
into your thoughts.
I appreciate that.
I appreciate you
respecting my privacy, Louis.
Gotcha, smotcha.
We're both here
for the last mic hump
and the end of the world.
Is the 3 out of 10
from "Pitchfork"
easing the transition from
niche rocker to dark monarch?
I gifted the Great Conversion
an anthem.
It's up to them, you,
what's done with it.
Christ sees
the hammer and nails, says,
"I forgot my keys to the car."
Ugh, alarmists, the both of you.
And Sheridan Blackwood
dumb name
he's going to do what after?
Rest?
Hmm.
I've been dreaming of forests.
Forests?
Hmm.
Every night this month
of pumpkins.
I own a cabin
right next to a forest.
And I walk a path nightly
with paper and pen,
transcribing birdsong.
I could do that for a decade.
From Iggy to birder.
I grow bored, of course.
Slug my way back
to the waking world.
Get a job plunking out Sondheim
and Sakamoto in a hotel lounge.
You know anyone who owns hotels?
Gentlemen,
compliments of the chef,
something he has been holding
for this special evening.
An amuse-bouche.
Francine Lucien-LaChapelle.
She is, in fact,
a distant descendant
of the Lioncourt line.
Immigrés who came to Montreal
in 1749.
A delicate, flowery flavor.
Bonsoir.
Mademoiselle.
You still fanging Sofia?
I don't know.
Maybe.
Why?
Has he met her yet?
I'm gonna meet her tonight,
I think.
Sofia. He met her in the 1980s.
I can see her
in those big shoulder pads.
One has to ask,
what is with the tan, Dan?
Did you indulge and overshoot
your coffin again?
Sirs, Mr. du Lac, bon appétit.
I'm seeing someone.
-What?
-Oh.
-Ooh.
-Well
The fog of love.
The tan of "whatever
you want, sweetheart."
To Daniel Malloy,
our biographer,
our documentarian,
our shared ex's
abandoned offspring,
all those things at once.
Ready to eat your own?
He seemed off.
-Dan?
-Mm.
Always.
He's an awkward man.
He has that "you think you're
better than me" chip on him.
And we are.
It is exhausting
to pretend otherwise.
I owed him an ending.
And it worked out
for both of us.
You walking in
probably just made the joint.
Could you feel him
trying to read our minds?
Mm-hmm. He got in mine.
Oh, my God, Lestat!
I love you, Lestat!
Oh.
-Go on.
-No.
Give 'em a taste. Why not?
Arturo, would you mind?
This is a song ♪
For all the Beautiful Unwell ♪
Be damage ♪
Be cabbage ♪
When the curtain drops,
be baggage ♪
This ain't no goddamn crime
of passion ♪
Oh
Be broken ♪
Unlovable ♪
Be lost and irredeemable
Fake Death Sheridan Clarence,
you really have done something.
Congratulations.
Thank you
for the Hastens coffin.
Hmm.
Can I ask you a question?
Yeah, I'll risk it.
In Dan's book, which I do not
need to discuss
-the book is not the point.
-We can discuss the book.
It's not the point.
When you arrived in Paris,
I was a spirit.
And I walked with you
and Armand along the Seine.
And you also ate a photograph.
And was that your psyche
churning up
Uh, guilt.
Sharing a coffin,
slitting your throat guilt,
or you being
in a garbage dump gone,
or the other kind of gone guilt.
I didn't know which.
Hmm.
Did you see me, too,
those years?
The songs might have
shook loose a bone or two.
Ah!
This is it.
No, this is your thing.
All this shit I sense,
but you never share.
No.
All that shit.
How many operas
did you drag me to?
Those are wonderful memories
for me.
And not once did you say,
"Hey, Louis,
-I used to be onstage."
-When you say dragged
"I played a heartthrob
named Lelio.
"Me and my ex-boyfriend started
a murderous theater company
together."
I wanted to live with you
like I had been
dragged out of the bayou,
gills to lungs,
for you and you only.
Oh, me, you, Antoinette.
-Oh, a voice I could fuck.
-I know. I know.
Actually, that's not fair.
She was a good time.
And the book's prose reveled
in making her
smaller than she was.
Justice for Antoinette.
You made her cut off a finger.
Oh, she did that on her own.
She thought the gift would
help her grow it back.
-She was very impulsive.
-You dangled her.
To provoke you
out of a depression.
-And then to punish.
-Why?
-I have the blood of Akasha.
-No, it ain't the blood.
It's what you do with the blood.
Are you opening
vampire gymnasiums next?
Vampire Equinox?
"It's what you do
with the blood."
Why?
Because, Louis,
I'm a monster.
Sludge!
Lestat!
I'm fine.
That her?
That's her.
You want to introduce me?
You'll do fine.
I think that you are
not understanding.
-What is this?
-Exactly. Ciao.
Buona sera.
Hello, handsome man.
Sofia, right?
The famous Louis.
The infamous Louis.
Everything he said
is a quarter-half lie.
Oh, so also
a quarter-half truth.
Mind if I sit with you
and watch?
-Prego.
-Alex, play it.
No, we need to rehearse.
-Sing it.
-Snare.
Just sing.
Sing it!
On the floors of Tokyo-o ♪
Or down in London town
to go-go ♪
With the record selection
and the mirror's reflection ♪
I'm a-dancing with myself
He's shy.
When there's no one else
in sight ♪
It's hard being him.
Well, I wait so long
for my love vibration ♪
And I'm dancing with myself ♪
Oh, oh, dancing with myself ♪
You the one
putting the show together?
One of many.
50,000 of us
out in the woods together.
What could go wrong?
Yes, he said that you said
you don't think
he should sing tomorrow.
Doesn't matter what I think.
He's gonna do
what he's gonna do.
Maybe you are the one
who should not go.
And why is that?
They are coming
from all over the world
Dubai, Paris, Detroit.
You have many admirers,
but also others.
And there's nothing to prove ♪
And I'm dancing with myself,
oh, oh ♪
I I think he'd be hurt
if I didn't show.
I think he'd be more hurt
if you were hurt.
Oh, oh, oh-oh ♪
-You should stand by me.
-Paso doble! ♪
I will protect you.
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
Trap ♪
All right, enough of that.
Let's rehearse.
We're trying to work out
if we're gonna do
this one or not, Mr. du Lac,
Mademoiselle Vecce.
Salamander here calls it a
what did you call it?
-Dick salt.
-Mm.
And the Vampire Tough Cookie,
she's on the fence.
Sam does not get a vote.
The Vampire Alex abstains.
So on the block,
will it be chopped?
We are seeking brutal truth
for a brutal song.
Whoa ♪
I can feel it ♪
The pull on my thread ♪
From a distant,
restless hand ♪
Whoa ♪
How I need it ♪
Just to know
that you're out there ♪
Pulling all you can ♪
Show me that bitter star ♪
I want it ♪
Give me that brutal love ♪
I want it all ♪
I am the meteor ♪
Above it ♪
Writing your name in dust
As I fall ♪
Oh ♪
Strings, you could do more.
Whoa ♪
I can feel it ♪
Every atom like
a planet on fire ♪
Raging at the sun
Show me that bitter star ♪
I want it ♪
Give me that brutal love ♪
I want it all ♪
I am the meteor ♪
Above it ♪
Writing your name in dust ♪
As I fall ♪
Show me that bitter star ♪
I want it ♪
Give me that brutal love ♪
I want it all ♪
I am the meteor
Gliding ♪
Writing your name in dust ♪
As I fall ♪
You are listening
to "The Failures,".
Album Number 55, Side A.
I'll be fine ♪
Get in line
I'll be fine ♪
I'll be fine
Get in line ♪
Get in line
Someone in trouble
Like a star-crossed ♪
Lover of mine ♪
Of mine
-I saw you on your phone.
-I was
You were on your phone.
I was seeing
how the restaurant did
the rest of the night.
It's rude.
Yeah, it was.
You were great.
The show was great.
You shouldn't do it.
It's a bad idea.
It's 11:00.
We got an hour to decide.
Can I have a moment?
How did you two get on?
I'll tell you in the car.
-Ciao, bello.
-Ciao.
He liked Sofia.
He likes his phone.
You left your scarf
on my piano bench.
Marking your territory?
I stopped by to say hello.
You were in coffin.
I saw you had company.
So you left your scarf?
And small books for travel.
Have you packed?
I can't pack if I don't know
where I'm going.
Cádiz.
Oh?
What's in Cádiz?
A slumbering, drunken populace,
a great wave of making more,
a room with a view
to watch it all from on high.
Does the room have HBO?
Armand's in town.
I sensed that.
He's going to try
to disrupt things.
Oh, maybe I should
bring him up onstage,
put him over my knee,
and give him five whacks
for the five Great Laws.
Maybe I should
-Show Alex some affection.
-Avoid an appear
He could use his mother.
I'll have Arturo
bring you to the hangar after.
Don't forget to pack.
Back home, Arturo.
Absolutely, Mr. de Lioncourt.
I think we got to cancel.
What happened to the hour?
What's this?
How did you get that?
A link someone sent me.
A link?
This is on the internet?
Well, it's obviously
one of those fakes.
Hey, cinema geeks,
vamp-o-philes,
and false-flaggers
of the dark web.
It's your boy, Daniel Molloy,
back with another salacious clip
from my upcoming documentary,
"Interview
with the Vampire Lestat."
And so when did you first meet
his girlfriend, Sofia?
In 1793,
when Lestat and I formed
the Théâtre des Vampires.
We all knew her then
as the Vampire Gabriella,
Lestat's mother.
-Huh.
-Mm.
And so here he is,
two months after his "murder,"
taking a break from recording
his posthumous album
to bone his mom
on the Bon Sasquatch
studio couch.
Well, that's your answer, then.
That's obviously why
Daniel was off.
He was sitting on this
sending on that
this AI deepfake.
Was that your mom I just met?
That was Sofia.
OK. Is Sofia your mother?
My mother is dead.
Let me let me put it
this way.
Are you hitting the same vagina
you spent
the first nine months
of your mortal life in?
Anatomically,
there's the womb
-Stop the car.
-And there's the cervix.
-And there's the uterus
-Are you jumping the cervix?
Stop the car. My shoes!
It's not one thing, Louis.
Stop the goddamn car.
Louis! Louis!
Fuck! Fuck!
Louis.
You don't eat where you shit,
and you don't come inside
the door you came out of.
What on God's savage Earth
is there to talk about?
She was dying, Louis.
I gave her the gift.
No. No, it's basic.
It's fundamental.
No, it's a complicated,
multifaceted set
of circumstances.
No, there's no circumstance
that leads to, "Oh, yeah,
I can see
how that would happen."
You're being very judgy.
"Come to Montreal. See me sing.
Hey, meet my friend
with incestual benefits."
This is all
all-time, Armand-level deceit.
Oh, do not walk away
and and and say his name.
Do not compare me to him.
How is this any different?
This is a century-long lie.
You hung her portrait over
our coffins in New Orleans.
-It's sick. You're sick.
-We are unnatural beings!
And this
this is the half-human soul
that you conveniently whip out
whenever you want to win
an argument!
What argument you got
for fucking your mother?
It's sickness.
Maybe the source
of all your sickness.
But my God.
You you you call me
out of nowhere
Seek a professional!
And you say
that you're paying a girl
to pretend to be Claudia!
You're paying a girl
to pretend to be Madeleine!
And what do I say?
Do I say
that you're sick, Louis?
Do I see sickness? No!
I spent a month and a half
talking you back
from unimaginable frenzy
in the middle
of my own fracturing!
-I offer you room under my roof.
-OK.
I offer you the possibility
of reckoning
your crippling guilt.
I offer you
I off
-OK.
-I offer you
It's OK. It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK. It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's all right.
It's all right.
It's OK.
It's OK. It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Ridiculous night.
So Sofia is your mom.
Gabriella was my mom.
Just
Is now a vampire. Huh?
I'm just trying to reset here.
I'm just asking about her.
She was born
in the wrong century.
Bitter life.
There was a closeness
between us.
She was the only one
growing up who showed me
any kind of affection.
She was not a doting mother.
But I could picture
a larger life
outside of Auvergne
because of her.
Well, the cousin
that stuck his fingers in me
also gave me a dollar.
-Louis.
-Oh, sorry.
Go. Go ahead.
Nothing happened
until she came to Paris,
her blonde hair bone white,
her body racked with disease.
She was dying.
Hours from it.
OK, I hear that.
So never before?
Your mother called you
the devil.
Never had sex with me.
Then she blamed you
for Paul's death
You get that getting
with family's
gonna cross some wires
in your head.
Which you then blamed on me.
I let it go. I took it back.
-I was wrong.
-The blame. The blame.
If we can find the blame,
if we agree on the blame,
then it's all mapped,
the why we are, the why we do.
I conduct the chaos.
She's one of the many
chainsaws I juggle.
A hill to climb, vamp or not.
Hmm.
Can you
Mm?
Mm.
Did you
did you notice in the video
that Daniel was in the daylight?
Mm.
The suntan.
I left my phone in the car.
Can you just check
to see if it's everywhere?
A week of ridicule,
and then no one gives a shit.
What's the matter?
That was Lestat.
Lestat is dead.
It matters to you.
Maybe.
I don't know. I don't know.
I am my own zip code
of mess right now.
And I'm not proud
of how I just was.
I'm sorry.
We should cancel.
We should probably cancel.
-Hmm.
-Hmm.
Or
I hope you don't mind.
I steamed me a cup of tea
while you was out.
Mm, please,
make yourself at home.
Make yourself at home.
This Papa Legba's make-do room
of diablerie now.
Louis de Pointe du Lac,
the Witch Merrick.
How do?
Great Mama Ernestine sends
her regards,
says the du Lac boys
walked past her porch
heads so high you wouldn't know
their money came from flesh.
Young, dumb, and mortal.
Called her
Satan's favorite whore.
Ought to be run
out of Nawlin' proper.
That would have been
my brother, Paul, Paul du Lac.
Hear that, Great Mama?
It was the other one.
Have seats.
Feets outside the line.
Ah.
Thank you for your patience
these past months.
There's been some hard thinking
about this.
All spirits can be unruly.
But those
snatched out of life
a burned girl,
a motherless monster,
called up by her killers.
I didn't kill her.
The implication, I believe,
was giving Claudia the gift.
Oh, I thought
I thought you were
talking about Paris.
The implication there
was that I killed her.
-I didn't say that.
-No, you implied it.
Personal items.
Wrote in that.
Died in this.
Skinny.
Knees on cobbles,
face bruised up,
split like a peach.
Madeleine.
Sewed this dress?
Loved Claudia.
These got it.
I can call with these objects.
Papa Legba, Virgin Mary,
Angel Michael, Angel Gabriel,
I cannot do this
without your blessings.
Virgin Mary, Angels, Papa Le
you two together bringing
a jinx, blocking the gate.
What happened to you tonight?
-Well, we had a
-A lot.
Move your chairs. 2:00, 10:00.
Mary, Angels, Papa Legba.
I call on you, Lord of Blood.
I am Merrick Mayfair.
I call on you.
Open the gates.
You know my name, Papa.
All spirits that answer me,
Son of Ham, Mama Yu,
Baron Samedi, Blanc Dani.
I give you my blood.
Bring me to the spirit called.
Bring out the chasm
the spirit Claudia
called by the living,
grand zombie.
I am Merrick Mayfair.
On my dead mother,
bring her to me.
You find the one named Claudia
and bring her out.
Shove her out.
I call the spirit Claudia
and Claudia alone
to come down, come out
the chasm, and show yourself!
The fuck you yanking
on me, you dumb bitch?
She a wild one.
That was that her?
She did not like mm.
She got rage going up,
going down.
Get her back.
I'm gonna have to add
to the envelope.
Find me
a high-presentin' dentist.
Yeah, yeah. Bring her back.
Couldn't keep me on the wall.
Could you, Daddy Lou?
I'm Lestat.
Louis is over there.
Didn't think this
through, did you?
I tried to go on without you.
I'm over here, Claudia.
They dragged me off the stage.
They ripped you away from me.
And and I can't let you go.
It's there at the bottom
of everything.
I wanted to blot that out.
I wanted to say the goodbye
I didn't get to say
and tell you
I hope you found a bit of
a bit of quiet.
You back with him?
I'm I'm sorry, Claudia.
Madeleine made this.
Said I looked splendid in it.
That was her word. Splendid.
You hung it on the wall,
the dress I burned in.
Meant to honor you.
Oh.
Oh, yeah,
that's what I want to be,
car fuel for your self-pity.
Listen to your sad sorrys.
I'm dead.
Dead!
I know.
I know.
I had nights
I wanted to join you.
I know. I know. I know. I know.
Running up on rooftops,
ripping your shirt off
like you a dirty movie.
I heard you calling me.
I didn't call you,
you dumb bitch.
I'd have tripped Armand
on the stairs
if I wanted you with me.
Here's some truth for you,
sad boy.
You weren't even my favorite.
I liked him better.
He knew who he was.
You're not even my maker.
You're not even my blood.
That's my maker.
I even thought about
poisoning you instead of him.
You know why I didn't?
'Cause there's a little etching
on your rib cage,
says you're a slave.
I knew I could count on you
to trail me,
like a dumb dog anywhere I went,
until I could ditch your ass
for something more worthy of me.
Who the fuck are you?
Don't even know you.
Yeah?
What about the thing
you should be thanking me for?
Oh!
Yeah, he thinks it meant
something to hunt Bruce down.
Read my little girl diary pages
seven decades late.
You think I want not one,
but two men I hate
using me as an excuse
for their bullshit?
All cry-face, reading my diary
like it fucking happened to you?
Get this
into your nappy little head.
I hate you!
More than anything
and anyone I have ever known,
more than my dad that left me,
more than my auntie
that whipped me,
more than Bruce
that stuck it in me,
more than the pack of vamps
that seduced and burned me!
I hate you to the pit
of all things.
Claudia.
Burn the diaries!
Burn this dress!
Stop saying my name!
And you, Uncle Les.
-Yes?
-"Yes?"
Bring your malice.
Some joy I know,
knowin' is how good I
humiliated you in New Orleans,
how I ginned up the train
for the slave here.
"Lestat said he'd do worse
than rape me, Daddy Lou."
Worked good, didn't it?
The train, Antoinette,
Tom Anderson, slit throat,
took your Black queen and ran
off with him across the ocean.
And shitty little bitch
that you are,
revenge swelled in your brain.
How long you rehearse
my death, Antoinette?
Memorize your every line
of that play
just for fun, Mr. Anderson,
and your little make-'em-ups
not in the script.
Slit!
I'd have done the same thing
if it were me.
Yeah, sat on my hands
watching you
char up to thunderous applause.
Only only I wouldn't have
saved his ass
and waited for a hug
in a hurricane.
Dress on the wall.
Song on the radio.
Pay some broke witch
a pittance to drag me
out of my spidery-ass nowhere.
What about Madeleine?
You two hug it out for her too?
Hmm?
You two bringing her back
in the cornstarch?
'Cause I don't see her here.
And I can't find her there!
The one good thing
in my bleak
Black life,
and I don't know where she is!
And I spend every
fucking second of nowhere
looking for her!
And where is she?
Why is she not here with me?
Madeleine! Madeleine!
Madeleine!
Madeleine!
Madeleine!
Madeleine!
Hear me, those spirits
that answer to me.
Close the gate.
Papa Legba.
Virgin Mary.
Angel Michael. Angel Gabriel.
Yeah.
Pretty much closes
the door on that.
She spared us the ambiguity.
That moment, when
"What about the thing
you should thank me for?"
-Yeah.
-Mm.
I didn't know that was in me.
Got some work to do on myself.
It's not something one did
in the late 18th century,
work on the self.
Or the early 20th.
What did one do?
Went on, went to bed,
got up, punched a wall.
-Sat on benches.
-Shared troubles.
Hmm.
She doesn't have that.
No.
No Madeleine.
No rest.
I guess we just carry that.
Hmm.
Can I ask you a question?
Of course.
Did you think you were
gonna get away with it,
the Sofia, Gabriella thing?
That.
I don't know.
I brought her on the bus.
I brought her to you,
or you to her.
I hung her portrait
in our room in New Orleans.
Excellent point in the heat
of the fracas, by the way.
Thank you.
Clearly, somewhere
in the self-destructive
scaffolding I house
my heart in, I wanted it known.
But where I am a mystery
to myself
is why I wanted it now,
the night before I go on stage,
the hour
before the witch arrives.
Why do I actively,
manically pursue failure?
Hmm.
Maybe it's just
the vampire's burden.
What do you replace death with?
What's to live for
if there's no end?
Maybe it's just how you keep
your night straight.
I have some work
to do on myself.
The songs are about me?
-Most of them.
-Hmm.
You opened a restaurant
three blocks from my house
because
Yeah.
If it was just
the two of us again
'cause, yeah, who else
is gonna have us
A trailer park.
Nevada, Utah, the desert.
Couple folding chairs.
Plant some flower boxes.
What blooms at night?
Evening primrose.
They got birds in the desert?
There's birds everywhere.
Could be nice.
Could be.
Thrift store Dracula peeping.
Alex?
Listen to tracks
from "The Vampire Lestat"
wherever you stream music.
My head is rollin' 'round ♪
Will my toesies
ever touch the ground ♪
Hang every rope,
burn every witch ♪
But you'll never catch
the butterscotch bitch ♪
Yeah ♪
Bah-dah, bah-dah ♪
-We should cancel.
-Cancel the dinner?
-Not the dinner, her.
-Oh, the bad idea.
Yeah.
Sit around a table
thinking that you feel a chill
or somebody's eye twitches.
The idea of the seance
is really wonderful.
This is not something
you want to explore.
This is not something
you want to know about
and this is not somewhere you
want to go.
I don't like witches.
I don't get on with them.
Louis' absolutely correct.
It's a horrible idea.
And why do they do it?
Because they're Louis
and Lestat and they're messy,
and they can't turn away
from the messiest option.
You reached out
to the worst kind of witch.
-Oh.
-Merrick is different.
She is not like the rest.
And her and the uncle,
they're the same.
When I first got to New Orleans,
the driver was like, "I'll give
you one piece of advice."
He was like, "Don't
with voodoo," and I don't.
I have a respectful distance
from it.
Let's be clear, I respect it.
But I'm not getting
involved with it.
Do you know what I mean?
We should cancel.
We should probably cancel.
Shot, mark.
When I first got
the seance scene,
I think I was filming
another scene.
And then everybody went around
set and was like,
Ah, episode six.
We've got episode six.
And I'm like, "Oh, my God.
Okay, whoa.
Claudia read it. Read it."
Kept reading it and I was like,
"This is amazing,
and about time."
He's got it.
I can call with these objects.
I'm still mourning Claudia.
I'm still angry for her.
And it's like finally
she gets to say everything,
get it all off her chest
and give it to the two men
she hates the most,
hates but loves the most.
Bring out the chasm,
the spirit, Claudia,
called by the living.
We were all a bit
starstruck, actually,
because I was like,
"Oh, my God, Claudia's here."
You hung it on the wall,
Dress I burned.
But to honor you.
Yeah, that's what I want to be.
Car fuel for your self-pity.
I went very deep
and we did a couple of takes,
and I was happy with them
and everybody else
was happy with them.
But I said, I still have more,
so can we do more?
And Jane was like, absolutely.
And we did.
And then, yeah, it was
like a whole new level of anger.
What about Madeleine?
You do hug it out for her, too?
'Cause I don't see her here!
The one good thing
in my bleak black life!
When me and Sam sat
in the chair watching Delainey,
and we were like,
" this is amazing."
It's a pretty rough sequence
to shoot.
Very sad.
I thought I was gonna feel,
like, defensive for Louis
and for Lestat, but we
deserved what we got.
For Lestat and Louis,
this is one instance
where they actually
dealt with the problem,
and I think that
that's a really cool thing.
It gives them closure
in the sense
that she absolutely hated
them for what they did to her
and for not putting her first,
and she's suffering in hell.
Lestat!
-Is that her?
-That's her.
Jennifer Ehle. She is amazing.
And Gabrielle is one of
my all star favorite characters.
-Want to introduce me?
-You'll do fine.
I was star struck
working with Jacob.
To see him walk on as Louis,
I did feel,
"Oh, my God, you're Louis."
Hello. Handsome man, huh?
Sophia, right?
I think Gabriella
is threatened by Louis,
And she's also jealous
as a lover.
He's also another one
of Lestat's fledglings.
I mean,
there are not many of us.
I think Louis just got
a generally queasy feeling.
He's not really on board
with the, like, make more thing.
50,000 of us
out in the woods together.
-What could go wrong?
-Yes, he said that
you said you don't think
he should sing tomorrow.
Doesn't matter what I think.
He's going to do
what he's gonna do.
I think "Brutal Love" 's
such a beautiful song.
I remember
when I first heard it,
months
before we started shooting.
I was like, "Wow,
this is amazing."
Where's this going to go in
this show?
How does this even fit?
And you do get the sense like
not really sure who's
he's singing it too.
Is he singing it to Gabrielle?
Is he singing it to Louis?
And then, you know,
by the end he's really
singing that song to Louis.
It's a kind of like, perfect
anthem for their love story.
There's that wonderful feeling
where she is the most
important person in the room,
and suddenly she isn't.
Ooh ♪
I can feel it ♪
Every atom like a planet
on fire raging at the sun ♪
Come on.
Taylor and Travis, congratulations.
Have you set a date yet?
Molloy is perfectly happy
to sit there at the restaurant,
let them screw around with him
in their obnoxious way
that they are.
One has to ask.
What is with the Tan Dan?
He could sit there
and say, "Yeah,
you can make fun of me
all you want,
and I look really weird
with this sunburn."
In terms of Louis knowing
that something's different,
like, he looks like a lobster.
-Ooh.
-The fog of love.
The tan of whatever you want, sweetheart.
I think Louis and Lestat
are definitely not picking up
on the hostility from Daniel.
Ready to eat your own?
They continue to bully him in
the way that they always have,
and I think that dynamic is
less apparent to them
than it is to him.
It is hugely shocking,
the end of episode six.
There's no sense,
unless I'm crazy,
that you can see it coming.
Thrift store Dracula peeping.
I was like, wow,
we're doing this.
We're going to go there.
Our two protagonists,
our two lead characters,
we chop their heads
off at the end of six.
We've got a whole episode left.
-What's going on?
-Alex?
I think there's been
so many little hints at it
from the very beginning that
Lestat's going to lose his head.
But the fact that Malloy's
turned against Louis,
I think for me that was like,
whoa, that's really shocking.