Anne Rice's Talamasca: The Secret Order

Previously on Talamasca...

What the hell is that?!

Something very important has gone missing.

It's called the 752.

It doesn't exist.

This is what Soledad ditched the night she died.

Encryption. Next-level shit.

Man: Ancient vampire blood. More valuable than anything.

Have you seen these trainers?

Jasper: Someone cares about you, you know.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Do not worry, my dude.

Between the two of us, I'm sure we can figure it out.

I don't think I'll like being here without her.

Nurse: Don't worry, love.

You're not staying in this place much longer.

You get to go on a train ride soon.

Sorry, no fruit and nut.

Just plain old Dairy Milk.

So, what color loafers was the man in 9C wearing?

Blue suede. Left one had a scuffed toe.

Where are we going?

Oh, somewhere special.

Do they have fruit and nuts there?

They have anything you want.

What about Coca-Cola?

Bathtubs full of it.

Pineapple? Pineapple?

You'll have pineapple coming out of your ears.

When will they bring my sister?

Emma. Do you know what I was wondering?

I was wondering how many steps it was

from our taxi to the train platform.

Depends. 466 for me.

But you take longer strides, so you were 327.

I am sure you're right.

What do I do when I get to the new place?

Not more tests...

No, no, we're done with tests.

No. You'll be doing something much more important.

Highsmith: Come on.

Just tell me who she is.

Why do you care so much about some freaking girl?

I don't. I care about my book.

And I care when someone gets between it and me.

You know what? I'm done. You want your stupid book?

Go get it yourself. Y-You're just using me.

You know, you're right.

Sometimes I do use people.

We all do, though, don't we?

Just a matter of degree.

There are things that I want.

A life outside the shadows.

Some fucking respect. Dignity.

And I tend to see talented people around me

as tools to get those things.

I obsess. I strategize.

But there is one thing that I do not do.

I do not lie.

And I cannot stand it when someone lies to me.

Jasper: Hey!

Who the hell do you think you are?

Let me go. You child! Huh?

You think you can come into my world and toss me in the ditch?

I don't know what you think happened with her.

You don't want things the way I want things.

You can't. You haven't been alive long enough.

You puppy! I walked from Bolivia to Texas.

I had nothing, I had no one.

I've told you how determined I am.

I've shown you what I'm building down here.

You know what I want to destroy.

But you don't take me at my word.

Instead, you try to get in my head and root around.

Yeah, yeah.

I felt you trying to read my mind since we left the hotel.

You think you're smooth? Think you got moves?

You have no moves. I...have all...the moves.

Say it. Say what?

You know what.

See, unlike you, I'm really good at this.

And I've been bopping around your porridge bowl all night,

and you got stuff locked up tight.

Like, does the girl have my fucking book?

But it's the primal shit

that you just cannot hide.

So go ahead, say...what you're thinking.

Say it.

Say it.

I don't wanna die.

What?

I don't wanna die.

Oh, you're not gonna die.

I'm gonna give you purpose.

Guy:

No. Please.

Jasper: You know, for a moment

I actually thought you were different.

But you're exactly what the Talamasca ropes in.

The same kind of venal turncoat who got my family killed.

Start digging.

Fuck you.

So if I feed you to them,

I'm gonna do it a little at a time.

Keep you in a hole as their snack forever.

And trust me, it's painful and smelly.

And it'll drive you to a madness that you cannot possibly fathom.

Far worse than what that poor soul in the hotel

was going through.

And way worse than becoming one of them.

I mean, sure, it's no picnic,

but listen to those crazy fuckers.

They're pumped. They have enthusiasm.

Theygot purpose.

You really wanna know who the girl is?

Okay. I'll tell you.

I don't know.

I've been trying to figure it out, just like you.

And that's the goddamn truth.

Doesn't matter. Dig.

Go to hell. Oh, we're already there, baby.

Hey.

Highsmith:

Jasper:

Doris:

Guy: Come on!

Come on.

Run!

Doris! Come on!

The door!

Both:

Holy shit.

Doris:

Guy: Holy shit. What the fuck was that?

Who are you?

Uh, I'm the girl who just saved your life twice.

So you're welcome.

Why do you keep following me?

God. Don't flatter yourself.

Look, even though you have your doubts,

I'm pretty sure he's the one who had Keves killed.

Jasper?Yeah.

You think he's dead? No, I doubt it.

Okay. Well, we need to ditch this van and then get lost.

Really lost.

We? We. Yes, we.

So what?

Like the countryside? No.

Jasper has all the resources of the London Mother House.

It's only a matter of time before he finds us.

We can't go anywhere in England.

So what does that mean?

Reconstructive plastic surgery.

Sandpaper our fingerprints off.

Are you okay?

I mean...yeah.

Okay, well, we've gotta leave the country.