Interview with the Vampire

So, Mr. du Lac. How long have you been dead?

I'm saying you'd do it for 10%.

10% for all the work?

These men look down on you.

Do you not know your value?

He wouldn't tell me how he did it.

Don't do that here! Not with my family.

I loved my brother more than anyone on Earth.

Paul! Paul!

Paul's in Hell because of you.

Help me, please!

I laid down with the devil.

It's Venetian.

A contemporary of Tintoretto's.

"Marius de Romanus."

Never heard of him.

Little of his work survives.

Mr. de Pointe du Lac covets the rare.

Do you hear that?

I keep hearing that sound.

Well, the building sways a bit,

but that is according to its design, given the height.

We call it the groan.

It won't disturb your meal, which is ready now.

Did you always work for him?

Please have a seat.

Sign an NDA?

I mean, is it only work or are you and he...?

I serve a god.

It is my honor to serve.

Mr. de Pointe du Lac will join you at course seven.

Seven? Wait, but how many courses are there?

Fattening me up for the inevitable end?

Duck foie gras terrine, pickled fruit,

roasted apple bonbon.

There he is.

You missed at least three or four endangered species.

I want to apologize for my outburst earlier.

I can assure you, it will not happen again.

Memory is a monster.

We forget, it doesn't.

Uh, this is session two, Louis de Pointe du Lac.

Eh, can we turn down the music?

Ajoblanco.

Bread, crushed almonds, garlic, olive oil, and salt,

a garnish of green grapes,

and AB negative, fresh from the farm.

Bon appétit.

Part of me wants to ask about the farm.

Two vampires walk into a church.

That's where we left off.

Blissing out post-priesticide.

The bliss was merely a stage in my transformation...

pain followed, a seizing and unrelenting pain,

through which I would pass before my apprenticeship began.

What's happening?

Your body is confused.

Your lungs feel like water, your heart, fire.

You feel as if you're dying,

because you are.

And then, there's the retching.

I recognize the hypocrite I am,

emphasizing cleanliness after I overindulged,

but a proper disposal is the penance of a sated vampire.

And you won't always have a conveniently located graveyard

nearby, so...

Nuh-uh-uh-uh.

Nuh-uh-uh.

We live off the blood of the living.

Lap up the blood of the deceased

and it'll suck you right down into death,

along with your victim.

Hmm?

Ugh.

Uh.

Louis.

There's the spark.

Lestat's blood was giggling inside me,

teasing my senses, illuminating the district

with overwhelming detail,

as if I had walked my entire life as a dead man,

and now, dead, could finally receive

the secrets of existence.

You were fucking loaded.

Beyond articulation.

Your ears will pick up the world

like a maddening symphony.

Follow my voice, a single strain.

Your eyes will wander, led by your hunger.

Are you hungry, Louis?

Uh-huh.

They were your brothers and sisters once,

but now they're your savory inferiors.

A young Tempranillo, fleshy and tart.

A Primitivo, hints of iron, rather plain otherwise.

A pair of oak-aged cabernet, thick-skinned and chewy.

You have the power to subdue anyone you want,

but sometimes restraint is your most powerful weapon.

Straight to the prettiest girl

at the party.

I admire the aesthetic,

but you'll spend most of your evening

trying to separate him from his crew.

You'll race the sun to the kill,

and when he turns up missing in the morning,

you'll have half the frigate on the prowl, looking for him.

In the beginning, it's best to let the food come to you.

Here you go.

I was a baby bird in Lestat's nest...

not yet ready to hunt, but desperate to feed.

So, I'm taking my daughter

to... to look at horses, uh, Palominos.

You know, those... Those Indian types that...

that they run free out West, and, uh, I gotta tell you,

I'm, uh, I'm doing pretty good for myself, you know?

It's a new century,

new job, so I'm actually entertaining the thought

of getting her one of these,

you know, a special horse.

We go down to the fairground.

She says, "Daddy, why is that horse walking so funny?

Why is his... his back all crumpled up like that?"

Well, I tell her, I say, "Honey, once the work has gotten

used all up out of a horse..."

"...this is what happens..."

Amusing, their relentless questions at that age.

That's right.

I tell her, "This is the nature of things.

Someone has to

hew the oats, someone has to harvest the corn,

the harrow, the tiller."

Why are you gentlemen down here?

Uh, now, what do you grow? You grow cotton?

Sugar.

Sugar... Sugar.

Careful, mon cher, you're beginning to frighten the man.

Um...

So, I look at my daughter's tear-stained face

and I say to her, "Maggie,

that's why your daddy sells tractors."

International Harvester Farmall.

Go ahead and take that. Might come in handy.

So

I am talking about gas-powered,

open-geared beast of burden.

Ooh-la-la.

This is fancy, right here.

Uh, just to be clear here, gents, we...

We are here to talk about, uh, farm equipment.

Am I right? Mm.

And a streamline tractor, you know,

not only gonna increase your harvest,

but it's gonna keep your child from tears.

Oh, thank y-you.

You, uh, on your sleeve...

Whenever you're ready, Louis.

I knew it. I knew you...

Aah!

What the fuck?

The neck. Bite the neck, Louis.

No...

No, you don't bite the blood.

You suck it.

Yes, yes, that's better.

Good.

For our next carpet, I'm thinking Persian.

Arabesque maybe.

Certainly need a more efficient way of ridding the waste.

Ugh.

The first time is the most unwieldy.

Soon you'll be a natural.

You'll come to enjoy it, its variations, little surprises.

I-I gotta go home.

This is your home now, Louis. Breathe.

I... I gotta collect money from the cribs.

I have all the money we need. Breathe.

I have to go see Grace and Paul.

Oh, dear. You ain't fuckin' hearin' me!

I... I need to go home.

You're going to find that very difficult.

Hey!

What the hell?

Hey, now.

That's coming out of my pay.

Lord Jesus!

Lemme in!

Let me in, God damn it!

Open the fucking door!

The sun gives life to everything but us.

I should have taught you that.

The life of a vampire has its challenges

and its rewards...

...but I think New Orleans, with its music, culture,

cuisine, shipping yards, conventioneers,

thrill-seeking tourists far-flung from their homes,

the laissez-faire attitude of the local police force

oh, yes...

...the perfect setting for a vampire home...

...a vampire romance.

I ain't sleepin' in there.