It bears repeating, I did not consider myself a homosexual man at the time. I mean, I had had experiences. Guilt, shame, floating-on-a-sea-of-vodka type encounters. Obviously, I've come to embrace my sexuality. Course, you know that. We met at a gay bar, didn't we, Daniel?
Bless me Father, for I have sinned. Grievously sinned.
FMFather Matthias
Sign of the cross, son.
Louis de Pointe du Lac
I'm a drunk, Lord. I'm a liar. I am a thief, Lord. I profit off the miseries of other men, and I do it easy. Drugs, liquor, women. I lure them in and grab what they got, Lord. I take daughters with no homes and I put 'em out on the street, Lord, and I lie to myself sayin' I'm givin' 'em roof and food and dollar bills in they pocket, but I look in the mirror, I know what I am. The big man in the big house, stuffin' cotton in my ear so I can't hear their cries. And, Lord, I dragged my family into this mess with me. I shame my father. I failed my brother.
FMFather Matthias
No, son.
Louis de Pointe du Lac
I lost my mother and sister, and rather than fix it like a man should, Lord, I run like a coward. I run to the bottle. I run to the grift. I run to bad beds. I laid down with a man. I laid down with the Devil. And he has roots in me. All his spindly roots in me. And I can't think nothin' anymore but his voice and his words! Please, help me! I am weak and I want to die!
Vampires are killers. Apex predators whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment, the ability to see a human life in its entirety, not with any mawkish sorrow, but with the thrilling satisfaction of being the end of that life and having a hand in the divine plan.
A couple of parish priests go missing, people say, 'Fine. Most likely kid fiddlers.' But this, this was an important man in town. The police will be looking for this man, fledgling!
Fifty years later, you talk like he was your soulmate. Like you were locked in some fucked up gothic romance. Why?
Louis de Pointe du Lac
[Reading aloud from Daniel's memoir] 'I am in my Buick, staring in the rearview mirror at my daughter in the car seat, an hour after I gave Derek, a guy I don't know, the last 30 bucks I had. My editor reminds me it's seven years before car seats are mandatory. My ex-wife reminds me I never owned a Buick. This is the odyssey of recollection.' [Closes book]
Louis de Pointe du Lac
The tapes are an admitted performance. This is the premise of our interview. Half a century later, allow me my odyssey. [Daniel throws away the tapes of their first interview] Now who's performing?