The question was how do vampires hide from Google, not how did Lestat break his heart.
But because you're a good listener, you got answers to both.
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
He abandoned Nicky. He abandoned Armand. He abandoned the coven. Lestat is, was, and will always be for Lestat.
Never say I love you to a raging narcissist.
And I locked away those words for another 150 years.
I was with Bruce for 30 years.
Bruce. How long are we going to play games, Louis?
[To Louis] Even now, I'm still the only one you chose.
You want to come upstairs?
Are you inviting me in?
Depends. Are you gonna kill me?
I'm evil, evil as any vampire who ever lived. I've killed over and over and I will do it again. Why does that make you as evil as any vampire? Aren't there gradations to evil? Is evil a great perilous gulf one falls into with the first sin?
I mean, kinda. It's not as logical as you're saying, but it's dark and it's empty, and I can't see the bottom of it.
But if evil is without gradation and it does exist, this state of evil then, only one sin is needed. That's your argument.
JPJean-Paul Sartre
[Politely coughs] Evil is the product of the ability of humans to make abstract what is concrete.
Jean-Paul.
JPJean-Paul Sartre
Armand.
This is my friend, Louis.
JPJean-Paul Sartre
Bonjour. Now, will you two kindly shut up, so I can hear the music, hmm?
Your argument assumes God exists.
I don't know that God exists. From what I saw in the war, he doesn't.
Then surely, there are degrees and variations to goodness? The goodness of the child which is innocence. The goodness of the nun who lives a life of self-deprivation and service. The goodness of the saints, the goodness of the midwives. And how is this evil achieved? How does one fall from grace?
[To Armand] Discipline Claudia for bumping into the scenery, but let Louis run wild.
[To Claudia at dinner party] So this couple, the Perriers, they got this salon thing they call R-26. Artist types, some showing work, some just there to be there. Painters, poets...
Photographers?
Yeah, me, okay, I showed a little work, got some love back.
I don't know what he sees in him. He's not that attractive. ]
W1Woman 1
And a waterfall of pretension bursting forth from his mouthal cavity. Read my mind, grab my nethers. Already doing it.
M1Man 1
Sam was late with the bed bellows. Head's in a hat. Working on a new play. It won't happen again, Maitre.
M2Man 2
It happened four times!
M1Man 1
It won't happen again, Maitre. Eglee?
Catatonic since Santiago has taken up with Celeste again.
M2Man 2
And Gustave? Les Toilettes? Back at the lair, hung over from last night, when he split from the pack and over-served himself in the Latin Quarter.
W2Woman 2
Ran down the street screaming, "I am a vampire! I am a vampire!"
M2Man 2
Wheels are coming off this week, Maitre. It's not just Paris giving birth to more genius.
She's giving birth...
...to modernity itself?
[To Claudia] Yes! Sculptors and authors, and photographers and saxophone players. Intermingling, innovating.
LSLouis & Santiago
[In unison] Collapsing two art forms into one. Coming up with new ones. Meanwhile, everyone's fawning over Picasso, but out there on the Left Bank in shabby hotel rooms and cold water walk-ups, a new generation's ripping apart the old modes. Bursting into new ones.
Suppose I can come off haughty.
LSLouis & Santiago
[In unison] Everyone's fawning over Picasso, but not me, not Louis du Lac. I'm out in the streets on the barricades with the avant-garde.
Funny.
See, now that I've wriggled inside your voice, pulled it on like a costume, you don't sound all that Chicago to me.
Outside Chicago. We roamed all around.
It's that emphasis on the second syllable, borrowed from the French.
So it's mimicry that you're good at. Like a parrot?
Like a gent with upright downstairs.
Or an organ monkey?
Cajun drawl. I want to test a theory. Say New Orleans!
Or a buffoon! [Santiago hisses with Louis then leaping from seat, popping up besides Santiago pulling his tongue] Anything else you want to say, buffoon?! I couldn't hear you from the other side of the table! But you got my attention now!
Enough! [All guests heads slam on table and whole restaurant goes still]
Take your time. Come on! What?! Spit it out! A-huh.
I said enough!
Good boy.
If you two want to act like fledglings do it in darkness! [Telepathically] Louis, come back!
AAlois
So, you've been showing your work at the Perriers' salon?
Always something interesting happening there.
Alois': Maybe before the war more than now. But then I'm rarely out of my gallery.
You got a nice one. You might remember, I bought a Fougeron from you early in the year. I was a little short of asking so I threw in that watch I was wearing.
Alois': Ah, yes, yes, a good watch. Where did you hang the Fougeron?
Over my bed all spring. Then I sold it to Germain Seligmann in summer. I saw he was expanding beyond decorative arts, getting into paintings. I got a good price.
Alois': So are you a dealer or are you an artist, Mr. Du Lac?
I like to think I'm maybe both.
Alois': Mm. You are using a Rolleiflex and always at night? Very hard. Sometimes a Leica. Like this one?
That's in there by mistake. I didn't mean to bring that one.
Alois': Mm, you aim the camera straight but here, something fragile about this man.
If you knew the man you'd know he was anything but.
Alois': A happy mistake then? You caught the soul he is hiding. So... [lays out a photo on table] tell me... what do you see?
Frame of the door. The light on the street. The door across the street. The look he's getting from the stoop across the street.
Alois': Is the look a warning? "This is what happens if you play in the street," thinks the mother.
Or is it, the friend of the boy he used to play with? Can't anymore.
Alois': And what of the look of the boy who cannot play anymore? We are left to wonder.
Helluva shot. Who took it?
Alois': A young American like yourself. He has the eye.
Are you're saying I don't have the eye?
Alois': No, no. I think you do have the eye. Like I have the eye. We know it when we see it. You see it in yours? Only five prints left. You should buy one from me. Sit on it. Sell it to Seligmann when he moves into photography. You'll get a good price.
[Slams binder shut] Fսck you! [Storms off, slamming door]
Yeah, early work. I can't read anything I wrote before Michael Jackson's hair caught on fire. But some of these aren't so bad, Louis.
They document, nothing more.
I mean, this one with the fountain and the couple, and the water's glowing. I think I've seen it somewhere, like in a book or something. Right?
There's a good reason you picked that one, Daniel. It's not mine. That's Fred Stein. Elsa Triolet. Model, mid-30s I'm still in New Orleans. What is this?
Dear, this is a Stein.
I know. Why is it in there? Why are all these in there?
Don't ask me. We've been staring at those...
I didn't put these here.
Probably, Rashid confused them.
FRFlashback Rashid
In high school, you told a girl you'd only do her if she had a paper bag over her head. She agreed and you did...
This is embarrassing. I don't want you thinking I was trying to pass them off as mine.
Yeah.
I was an adequate photographer. An amateur. [Shuts briefcase] I want our readers to know that.
[In apartment with photos strung up] Only been at it a few years.
It's one man's opinion.
Can only take 'em at night when I can't control the light I'm getting. I'm supposed to stand by a street lamp and wait for the world to pass under it? I'm a vampire!
You're a vampire, a hunter!
I'm out there prowling for the moment. Do you know how many great shots I've taken only to find that the light was insufficient when I put it in the bath?
Tell me, mon cher.
A whole goddamn lot! [Hands Lestat a photo who immediately starts eating it] Look at this. And this fսcking Gordon Parks fella he put in front of me? Guy spends three or four days with folks before he even picks up a camera. Friends with 'em and shit. I can't do that. I'll end up eating 'em!
[Starts perusing photos on a table] Like this gentleman. And this one. [Picks up photo] Oh, and her.
[Clips up a photo] Tell me one thing wrong about this photo.
[Walks up] Well, for one thing, I'm not in it.
Please!
Mmm? Your lens is not entirely clean. And you see here in the corner? And on this night you only had eight frames of film on you. A haunting set of clouds moved in minutes after your last shot. If it lacks singularity, there is nothing wrong per se with the frame but... perhaps, going forward, when the moon is your favored source of light... a little patience? If it lacks singularity, there is nothing wrong per se with the frame but... perhaps, going forward, when the moon is your favored source of light... a little patience?
[From below in streets] What light through yonder window breaks? It is there, no? Northwest and Louis is...
Romeo!
...the sun? Barely Balthasar. The moon? [Louis goes out onto balcony] I was wondering if you wanted to take one of our walks!
I love you.
I’m not Lestat.
LLLouis & Lestat
Okay.
Who are you?
Who am I, Louis? I am my history I have endured? I am the job I do not want? I do not know anymore. No one has painted me in over 400 years.
RRomaine
[Telepathically while dressing up Claudia] Sorry to disturb you, Maitre.
What is it, Romaine? I look good. I look French.
RRomaine
No, it's not right at the front because your chest...
I don't have much.
RRomaine
Yes, you don't have more than you did two years ago. Same shape, same height. The war. Shriveled some people, stunted others. Claudia, you have eyes like my windows. Been through some shit like anybody else. Mom died. Dad ran off. Aunt didn't want me. A fire. Adopted. One of them was bad trouble. Ran away. One dark thing after another. Maybe I seek it out. Maybe I chase after it. Why? I don't know. But it's something to think about. Because even in between the dark things... there's something broken in me. A collision in me, like I wanna go bang. Well, go bang. Go flag it out or go cold. I mean, that's fine, then you'll be fine again. And then bang. And then okay, and then bang, and... You just get used to it, like weather.
[Noticing blood trickling down Romaine's leg and begins to protrude fangs] You got blood on your, uh...
RRomaine
Ah, I bled through. Ah, don't move too much, the pins, huh? [Gets up and walks away] I am leaving a trail. I am Gretel!
[Peers through shop window] Claudia! [Dragging Claudia by arm up alley steps] The show is a hit! The show is our cover!
Tell me again what it is.
We all humble ourselves!
Tell me again how Sam licks the stage clean after every show, and I'll tell you a job I'd rather do.
You're the only one with a child's physique.
Audiences don't give a shit. Tuan could play the part. They just wanna watch the bouncing ball. Fifteen minutes a night to pretend. It's a degrading 15 minutes. I'd like to walk off stage in the middle but I don't. I'd like to pounce on the audience members, but I don't.
[Walking down marketplace corridor] You left the sacrifice on the green room floor. We honor the blood when we dispose of it.
You dispose it so you won't get caught. C'mon, now. I missed a chore and made a friend. And before you tell me to make friends with the coven, I can't.
Because they've turned inward too long ago and you know it!
Which is why you run to Louis!
[Grabs Claudia by neck and slams her against pillar] I've let you whine and have your say. Most in my position would treat you no better than you treated your maker. Let us agree, going forward, you will do more than the bare minimum, on and off stage. And the friend you made, you will not see again. Yes? There's rot on the green room floor. See to it. [Claudia walks away violatedly and Armand realizes Santiago is behind pillar and grabs him slamming him against pillar] Too old to play Hamlet, too young to play Polonius. Know your role, thesp', or join your maker in oblivion. [Lets go of Santiago who slumps down and walks away]
You can't think of it as a waste of time, Louis. What's two years? I pretended to be actor for two years. And your dalliance with that manipulative gremlin? Well... what is vampire life but poor decisions, stacked next to better ones. [Sound of door opening]
[Enters room] Louis!
Speaking of poor decisions.
Louis! Armand knows all about Lestat! How long's he known?!
The whole time.
What?!
Read our minds, first night at the theater.
But you colored it in for him, painted a picture?! Who did the poisoning, who did the throat cutting!
You can trust Armand.
What about, "Me and you"?! "You and me! Me and you!"
New Orleans, unhappy. Vampire homeland, unhappy. Paris, unhappy. Comes the coven, you're beaming like the whole world went technicolor.
What the fսck's gone on without me here?
I didn't want to wreck that for you and this whole time...
Chasing it! Chasing!
..he hasn't betrayed our trust or told our secret!
Gotta be chasing it! Except he just threatened me with it!
Doesn't sound like him.
Doesn't sound like him?! Oh, forgot! Love makes you stupid! Makes you fickle and weak and blind! Let me guess, he's your companion finally?! Well, good for fսcking you! You and him! Him and you! [Swipes down photo drying line] You and fսcking him! Picked another one over me! [Storms out room]
[Follows her passionately pointing] You picked the coven! You left me! Go sit in your choice, sister! [She slams door] Go sit in it!
The wilderness that is our daughter. [Louis stares hard in reluctant admittance looks at photo of Armand starting to incinerate and extinguishes it and looks back at Lestat] Hmm.
Shall we hunt?
Does Malik know he's lunch?
Malik knows if he makes it on foot to Jumeirah Mosque by evening, he'll be paid enough crypto to, well, most anything he wants.
Has anyone ever cashed in?
...
How was your lunch?
[Smiles while wearing Malik's sunglasses] Entertaining. (Malik) made it all the way to the Burj Khalifa.
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