Emilia quotes from Interview with the Vampire

Your flesh will feed our soil. Your bones will whiten our land. [Soldiers walk away unimpressed]

Louis de Pointe du Lac

I had taken 7,000 souls by then. Argh! But Lestat was the only one that felt like murder. Semantics, surely, but it's how I felt. He came by invitation. My distraction from the monochromatic landscape. The gray of an obliterated road, the gray-brown of a charred and bullet-ridden city. In Germany, Herr Hitler had popped a pill in his bunker and Europe celebrated. But in Romania, the champagne fizzled and went flat. Soviets replaced Nazis. War became occupation. [Witnesses soldiers exhuming cemetery internments and shooting them up]

[Telepathically] Why they shooting up coffins? Windows shuttered, doors bolted.

Louis

Like every other village we seen, folks left when the Russians rolled in.

Folks left? So who ran garlic around these doors? Who nailed the crucifix to the wall?

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Why don't you knock and ask?

Just like in the books, they think garlic protects them.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Your books?

They think we hate Jesus.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Don't start back with your books! Your books are bullshit.

There's a vampire been here. Another crucifix.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Hey, now. Okay, okay.

Oh, shit.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Look like you should. Don't say anything about anything.

Papers [Claudia hands over passports then holds up photo speaking in Hungarian] My mother. Have you seen? Please to help.

Hungarian. This is Romania.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Looking for my wife, hope to find.

Your papers aren't good.

[Stops walking by speaking Romanian] Making them stand out here in the dark? Are you stupid?

Speak Russian.

Go, go. Do your very important patrols.

Speak Russian.

Papers don't matter if they're dead. [Soldier hands back passports, takes one of Emilia's hunting kills and they walk away]

American? Okay. War, all have sad story. You understanding my English?

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Yeah.

This is my father, Robert.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

We're tired, we could use a place to sleep. We got things to thank you with. [Produces vodka bottle]

Vodka?

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Oh, yeah.

You will make the friends.

[Brings Louis and Claudia to shelter] No more beds. Boiler room, you can use for night. Warm, boiler loud.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Thank you. That'll be fine.

American! [Speaks Romanian] They've brought vodka and cigarettes [Shelter refugees stare silently] They are not used to seeing man with good looks.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

And, uh, the rest of everyone?

Most from town, some can't go home. Home is gone.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

How come you're all living out here? Stone walls, metal doors. Is something going on out in the woods?

Bombs in ground, wolves, maybe German soldiers who don't know war is over. Maybe something, uh, worse.

[Telepathically] Or maybe vampires.

Louis

Please! Claudia:

Oh, look, soldiers with garlic around their necks.

[Sets down bowl] Soup for cigarettes. Bad trade for you. But God will forget when you die. God "not" forget.

Morgan

Americans? I haven't heard a word of English in half a year. Say something, anything.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Uh, something, anything.

Morgan

Oh! Hello.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Hello.

What am I talk?

Morgan

Oh, you, darling, are talk broken English by an Englishman too enamored with his student to do the job properly.

Mm-hm. This Robert.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Uh, Louis.

Morgan

She's a quick studier actually and very resourceful and I'm desperately in love with her. I hear you have vodka.

This Morgan.

Morgan

Morgan Ward, correspondent Daily Herald. They've forgotten I'm here. And I've forgotten your name already.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

It's, uh, Louis.

Morgan

Louis! Louis, wonderful strange. Welcome to, no question, hell on Earth! And you? What's your name, sweetheart?

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Why are they shooting up graves outside? This is my daughter, Mary.

Morgan

Oh. [Holds up cigarette] Uh, Andrei. Maybe you can take Mary here to meet the other children.

I'm fine, sir, thank you.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Go ahead, Mary. Go and meet the other children. I bet they know everything about this place. [Claudia takes the hint and leaves then cut to scene of interview] Wait, that's wrong. She didn't say that in front of Claudia.

Daniel Molloy

Say what? Who?

Louis de Pointe du Lac

The wolves, the Germans, something worse. Emilia, she would not have said that in front of Claudia. [Flashback] She thought Claudia was a child. Claudia left. And then she said it. [Flashback of Emilia sitting at table after Claudia leaves] Yes. Yes! That's how it went. We should get every detail right.

Daniel Molloy

In total agreement. Perhaps this would be a time to take a break, Louis. You know, Real Rashid, I'm pretty good at my job, a bright young reporter with a point of view. Interviewed a fallen Catholic archbishop, four Enron vice presidents, and if they've got something to hide they always start with some kind of disguise. Not literally, not some dumb Halloween costume, gloves, contact lenses. They tell jokes, they're charming. And then at some crisis point, when I get close, it drops away and I see a flash of the truth.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Armand didn't want me to do the interview, Daniel.

Still don't.

Daniel Molloy

But he wanted to be close to it, right, Real Rashid? I mean, hey, whatever it is they're trying to hide, I'm probably not going to crack it, which is, you know, who cares? Happens all the time. But I wanna ask you, as a member of the inferior species, why say, "Hey, vampires are real. Here's almost all the story"? Thank you, Rashid. That's why I'm coming after you, Real Rashid. You I can fսcking break! If you'll excuse me.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

[Holds up photo] She got all tore up when our boys started shipping out. Volunteered for the Red Cross.

Morgan

[Observing photo] A sainted wife.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Yeah, grew up in a military family. Kind of woman you can't argue much with.

Morgan

I am familiar with the breed. [Softly] Up your bum. [They clink glasses]

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Okay. Why are they firing into coffins here?

Morgan

[Laughs] Farm boys commanded by farm boys. German amphetamines, the superstitions of a backward country. Mad fog in the dirt, trees and rivers. I keep my trousers pinned at the ankle when I sleep for fear it will get me too.

This is an old country with old things in it.

Morgan

More mad fog, and she's currently village prefect.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

I believe you.

Morgan

Oh, I do too. I believe everything you say, Emilia. Marry me.

[Emilia laughs] When the priest comes back.

Morgan

That's our little joke. The priest was dragged away by our Soviet friends. And by dragged, I mean, tied to a truck and dragged.

Something out there with soul disturbed. Disturbed?

Morgan

Are you a Red, Louis?

Louis de Pointe du Lac

You say something?

Morgan

I did.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Didn't catch it.

Morgan

Then I'll repeat myself. Are you... a Red? No judgement. Simple question.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

I am a magical vodka Nеgrо. Having the first alright night in quite a while.

Morgan

C'mon now. You're either a deserter or a Bolshevik, which is it?

This is why you have no friends, old man.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

I told you already. I'm looking for my wife.

Morgan

Oh. It's printed on albumen. I really want to hear the lady sing. I take my own photographs, I make more money that way. And your dutiful wife's photograph was taken by a glass-plate camera, printed on albumen paper. That makes this 30 years old, which would make her sixty, sixty-five, and the birth of your daughter a medical miracle. This is a road you really don't want to go down. I like you. You seem like a good man. If you can be quick with it. Song's half over. If you're AWOL, turn back around and take your punishment. It'll be paradise in comparison to Uncle Joseph's utopia.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

That it?

Morgan

That's it. That was unkind. I'm cutting you off and taking your woman.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Never mess with a magical vodka Nеgrо.

Morgan

May I have this dance? If you're a Bolshevik, you're making a fool's bet.

Louis de Pointe du Lac

You really want to marry him?

Morgan

He's got the big one down the pants.