[Crying] Let me go, Lestat.
In Louis hour of need? I'm afraid I can't allow that. He's very fragile right now. Worse than the last time you abandoned him, when you filled your head with knowledge and hitched a ride on a motorbike. [Claudia shudders] Well, you wouldn't talk of it. Louis insisted I not ask. I love our family, but the rules are, 'No secrets!' Fortunate for our family, when I put my mind to it, I can hear the thoughts of other vampires at a very great distance.
He thinks of you often... Bruce.
I couldn't agree more. What he did to you was in very poor taste. Could you imagine if something like that happened to you again? Louis would never forgive himself. Back in your cage, sweetheart. We endure each other for Louis' happiness. So come home, and make him happy. Because if you try this again, Claudia, I won't snap your leg, defile your pocket and zoom off on a motorbike. I'll turn your bones to dust.
[Conversing telepathically with Louis] I've been having a thought the last few days, Louis.
I think he killed Magnus. I think the vampire made him a slave. And he would be a slave no more than I would, and so he killed him. Killed him before he knew all the things he could've known. And now he's gone and made us slaves to him.
We're not slaves. Maybe mindless accomplices.
No, we're his slaves, and I will free us both.
We have no more use for him, and he causes us misery with no horizon.
I don't like what you're feeling right now. You can't kill...
I love you, Louis. I don't say it often enough anymore.
If you love me, then listen to me. I beg you.
If you're going to beat Lestat, you have to become Lestat. You have to think like he does and then five moves ahead of that.
But he's not mortal. No illness can touch him. You threaten a life that will endure until the end of the world.
I am done enduring. I'm going to kill him.
He'll destroy you if you try it.
No, Louis. I can kill him... And I want to tell you something else now, a secret of all secrets, between you and me... The secret is, Louis, you want to kill him too and you will enjoy doing it.
She had stowed us away in ships, trains and wagons. She had asked the desperate farmers and rationed soldiers to teach her their languages before she killed them. And when she had cobbled together enough words and grammar, she stopped asking. Claudia was a thing of little indecision, a manic tour guide. And any castle with ties to Vlad Tepes or Vlad Dracul, however slight, had to be explored. And I endured it all for Claudia, whose rage toward me and my refusal to burn Lestat had dulled into a bitter silence. [Sits besides Claudia passively silent and staring at fire] This war. It's affecting the blood. Been drinking misery, hopelessness. It's in the blood, we're taking it in. Taking it on. [Grunts] I'm thinking that's why we can't get warm, warm up. You think that's it? [Imitates Claudia's voice] "Louis did you say something?" Thank you for asking. I did say something, Claudia. I said I'm cold. I'm sleeping in a hole every night. I'm worn to a nub. How about you? "Well, brother Lou, I'm a little low myself. But, uh..."
Air raid. [Louis and Claudia run out of building amidst bombings]
[Voice of thought] It wasn't the murdering Hun or beasts of Ivan, or the fire raining down from the RAF that chased the vampire away. The vampire hadn't been here for centuries. The few scraps of forensic proof we found made the case plain, but Claudia was unassailable. Like... like some deranged geologist waving a woolly mammoth tusk saying, "Let's knock on the neighbor's door, there must be one inside." It's dead. Maybe it's time we go home.
...
"He asked me if we can go home. Home? Can there be a more offensive question? Run back to New Orleans. Pry up his bones, why don't you? Louis de Pointe du Lac. Dead weight." I want to thank you, for the memories you helped restore the other night. I understand these diaries much better now.
And I want to thank you, Louis, for yesterday's eight hours on how to avoid the sun and torpedoes while cruising the Mediterranean war theater. And tonight's two hours and counting on chasing old world vamps who never materialize. You ever read "Moby Dіck", Real Rashid?
RRReal Rashid
I'm here to serve.
Ah. Yeah, sure. I'm sorry, this is... this is so weird. Where did they send you when Shah Rukh Khan over here was playing you? Is there a panic room behind the stolen Rembrandt?
My love ran a theater company for 150 years, Daniel.
Your love was in a box pondering a premediated neck wound, according to Claudia. She wrote it, let's choose to believe it.
Unworthy in San Francisco, unworthy in Dubai. Disregard.
Hmm. [Louis gasps] Bonjour, mon amour.
Or do you miss me? I miss you. Despite our recent unpleasantness still missing each other.
Hmm! Four years of grim wayfaring and still no sight of the benevolent vampire. So, how does denial manifest itself tonight? Sniffing German brandy?
You're not here, I'm just fսckеd in the head.
Quite fսckеd. Was she worth it?
You say it like you believe it. [Repeatedly] I do...
[Repeatedly] I do... Oh. Purgatory is a lovely room for music. I have a new piece, Concerto for Gashed Throat and Orchestra.
Don't say it again. You ruin it with remorse. It was a perfect betrayal. You gave me a death of distinction.
But in answer to your question. Yes. I'm gonna bloody kill you.
If you were alive you'd have done it already.
Hmm. [Chuckles softly] Oh, love. I'm merely waiting until you're happy. So hurry up, mon Cher.
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.
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?
Why don't you knock and ask?
Just like in the books, they think garlic protects them.
They think we hate Jesus.
Don't start back with your books! Your books are bullshit.
There's a vampire been here. Another crucifix.
Look like you should. Don't say anything about anything.
SSSoviet soldier 1
Papers [Claudia hands over passports then holds up photo speaking in Hungarian] My mother. Have you seen? Please to help.
SSSoviet soldier 1
Hungarian. This is Romania.
Looking for my wife, hope to find.
SSSoviet soldier 2
Your papers aren't good.
[Stops walking by speaking Romanian] Making them stand out here in the dark? Are you stupid?
SSSoviet soldier 1
Speak Russian.
Go, go. Do your very important patrols.
SSSoviet soldier 1
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]
[Brings Louis and Claudia to shelter] No more beds. Boiler room, you can use for night. Warm, boiler loud.
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.
And, uh, the rest of everyone?
Most from town, some can't go home. Home is gone.
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.
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.
Americans? I haven't heard a word of English in half a year. Say something, anything.
Oh, you, darling, are talk broken English by an Englishman too enamored with his student to do the job properly.
She's a quick studier actually and very resourceful and I'm desperately in love with her. I hear you have vodka.
Morgan Ward, correspondent Daily Herald. They've forgotten I'm here. And I've forgotten your name already.
Louis! Louis, wonderful strange. Welcome to, no question, hell on Earth! And you? What's your name, sweetheart?
Why are they shooting up graves outside? This is my daughter, Mary.
Oh. [Holds up cigarette] Uh, Andrei. Maybe you can take Mary here to meet the other children.
I'm fine, sir, thank you.
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.
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.
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.
Armand didn't want me to do the interview, Daniel.
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.
[Holds up photo] She got all tore up when our boys started shipping out. Volunteered for the Red Cross.
[Observing photo] A sainted wife.
Yeah, grew up in a military family. Kind of woman you can't argue much with.
I am familiar with the breed. [Softly] Up your bum. [They clink glasses]
Okay. Why are they firing into coffins here?
[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.
More mad fog, and she's currently village prefect.
Oh, I do too. I believe everything you say, Emilia. Marry me.
[Emilia laughs] When the priest comes back.
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?
Then I'll repeat myself. Are you... a Red? No judgement. Simple question.
I am a magical vodka Nеgrо. Having the first alright night in quite a while.
C'mon now. You're either a deserter or a Bolshevik, which is it?
This is why you have no friends, old man.
I told you already. I'm looking for my wife.
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.
That's it. That was unkind. I'm cutting you off and taking your woman.
Never mess with a magical vodka Nеgrо.
May I have this dance? If you're a Bolshevik, you're making a fool's bet.
You really want to marry him?
He's got the big one down the pants.
