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Previously on "The Vampire Lestat"...

We were only planning to do one concert.

It has to sound like death approaching,

like life emerging.

You need to be a vampire to hear it.

- We want it. - Make more.

What does he know about me?

That you died in 1794.

I knew her as Gabriella.

Lestat lays with his mother.

There's one thing that I most fear

above all else, and that is loneliness.

You take this feeling away from me, Louis.

52 years, I've watched you.

I want to be your maker, help you walk in the sun.

Plenty of brooms down the street

at the Mayfair sisters' home.

We played out scenes.

I called her Claudia.

Is it her?

You're hurting him.

I'm hurting Louis?

I carried her home.

I made you turn her.

Don't know why I bother.

Never been about me!

You chose Lestat over her

time and time again.

You cursed her into the darkness.

You are listening to "The Failures,"

Album 52, Side A.

At the intersections of my many selves--

the stutterer, the ape,

the actor, the keeper,

the tourist,

the recluse,

the rock star,

the nesting dolls of identity--

there is a period of stasis, a hibernation in shabby robe.

The autumn of 2025 was one of these periods.

At the time, I thought it a bow

on the goodbye box of Lestat.

But here I am, dictating for you,

still Lestat.

I was back in my halfway home of Montreal,

back in hiding across the street

from my vampire band,

bizarrely back rehearsing a memorial show

for myself and the vampiric ears

I had reworked the album for.

Two years to the day, we formed.

Now a dark, gifted quartet.

But Larry's then mysterious suicide wove itself

into our bond, and the Vampire Alex became

the muted center of a haunted reunion.

Early risers like us are few.

You should take advantage of the head start.

City's already swamped with vampires.

See you at rehearsal.

Hello there.

Me again, in a car, on my way to Moisant Field.

If you're having second thoughts--

and you should be having them--

let me know 'fore I pass security.

'Cause if I get on that plane--

I was just listening to your voice message.

How was customs?

- Still in it. - Oh, dear.

Gotta get on that global entry.

We still on for the midnight? - We are.

I have a driver waiting for you at baggage

and a room at Auberge du Vieux-Port

for your comforts.

You have dem items we discussed?

I do.

OK, then.

I'ma need two hours in the room alone.

Leave a key.

The album had fallen flat with mortals,

but the songs quickly became a rallying

for the disastrous movement, the Great Conversion.

And now 50,000 vampires were descending upon Montreal

to hear me sing it live.

Lestat's final gift to the Vampiress Gabriella.

Obligations met.

Good luck and fuck off, everyone, everywhere.

The future, my new distraction.

Who next?

How next?

I was tying off loose ends,

coming out of a coma, feeling alive.

Or maybe it was him.

I don't think we should do this.

It's a bad idea.

It's a terrible idea.

Was the coffin uncomfortable?

Yeah, I don't sleep in coffins much now.

- It's a Hastens. - It's not the coffin.

The coffin's good.

We should cancel.

Cancel the dinner?

Not the dinner. Her.

- Oh, the bad idea. - Yeah.

Because we should cancel the dinner too.

That was your idea.

He's come all this way for the concert.

Also a bad idea. Cancel that too.

50,000, Louis.

If it was a dozen coming, you should still walk.

I'm gonna cancel this.

Do you remember cornstarch?

- Hey. - Rue Royale doorstep?

Cancel the dinner. Cancel the reckoning.

Let's stay inside and answer the begging doorbell.

Something wrong?

Drake dropped 50 songs today.

Oh, yeah. I saw that.

I liked him in "Degrassi."

It was a show on cable, when there was still cable--

You know, if I woke up

in a custom-built Hastens coffin,

the first thing that I would say to my host is,

"Thank you, Sheridan."

I'm not calling you Sheridan.

Clarence.

I prefer Lestat.

- Lestat is dead. - OK.

You gon' get on that mic tomorrow and say,

"We are the Vampire Clarence Oddbody.

Let's make more"?

It's a bad idea.

It is a very bad idea.

But conversely... - No, no, no.

- A moderately good one. - No, no, no.

No good's gonna come of this.

I can feel it in my fingers.

There's also a third possibility

that nothing will come of it.

You know, these things don't always take.

Sit around the table thinking that you feel a chill

or somebody's eye twitches.

And really, it's a radiator or too much coffee,

and nothing happens.

And then the witch or medium lays blame

on someone's divergent energy. - Maybe that's it.

But, still, it is a fun night.

It's the witch part of it. I don't like witches.

I don't get on with 'em.

And you reached out to the worst kind of witch.

Oh, Merrick is different.

She is not like the rest.

And her and the uncle, they're the same.

How do you know the uncle?

We were in a book club for a moment.

You were in a book club?

With Cortland Mayfair?

And Merrick too.

And Mayor Nagin.

And James Carville.

Everybody hated him.

It had been months since he called me in a panic.

And he had done his best to stay clear of the girl--

Fraudia, as I called her.

But the wound hadn't closed,

and the bad idea evolved

from texts and phone calls and connections

I maintained in New Orleans.

You know, we read your memoir in it.

Everybody loved Tom Anderson.

"Topeka!"

That was my line, you know. I said "Topeka."

Give me some credit.

It was clever doing it this week.

Everyone blending in.

They gon' kill half this city when you're done singing.

It's happening already. I didn't start it.

Nah, you're the face of it now.

Obey the Five Laws.

"Charlie Brown gets rocks" agrees with me.

- Make more! - Make more!

It's the largest gathering of us

in the history of the world, and they're here to see me.

You could, for a moment, as a friend,

say, "Look what you've done here.

Congratulations."

Hey.

Lem, we're almost there. - "Lem"?

Ooh, that is cozy. - Tell them to keep it simple.

Lemmy, Lemmy, Lemmy. Lick me, Lem.

Yeah.

OK. You too.

Oh, you too? What "you too"?

Miss you too, or love you too, or--

Are we really gonna do this?

I feel like I could just go on as I am.

Venmoing Fraudia.

I did it once, blocked her number.

And then you picked up when she called you from a new one.