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Adapted by Neil Jordan From the novel by Anne Rice
(quietly interrupting) (Playfully, almost teasing) What do yo do? Malloy laughs. Still in shadow he turns from the window and approaches the table. Malloy is uneasy as he studies the shadowy figure, fascinated but afraid. Louis stands opposite, hand on the chair. Malloy is riveted. Louis pulls the chord of the overhead naked light bulb. LOUIS' FACE appears inhumanly white, eyes glittering. Inhuman or not alive. the effect is subtle, beautiful and ghastly. He struggles to suppress fear and understand. The light appears to go out by itself and suddenly Louis is in the chair, dimly lit by the street-light from the window. The cassette is turning. Malloy is speechless, frightened yet enthralled. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. LOUISIANA. DAY. (1791) A dishevelled Louis, hair in pigtail, in deep pocket frock coat, rides his horse through the fields of indigo, passing an overseer and slaves at work. He passes slave quarters and the distant colonial mansion of Pointe du Lac. He comes to a small parish church and a graveyard. he dismounts and walks through the tombs to an elaborate one in Greek Style. There is a marble angel above the tomb, feminine, with a tiny cherub angel in her arms. Louis looks from the angel, down to the inscriptions on the tomb: INFANT JEAN MARIE - 1791 Louis rps away the vines already covering the inscription, then drinks from a pocket-flask. His face is ashen. INT. WATERFRONT TAVERN. NIGHT. Louis in ragged lace and dirty brocade sitting between two whores at a gaming table, drinking absinthe. All around him flatboatmen, whores, gamblers, black african freedmen. Louis dsiplays a hand of four aces. A gambler at the table stands in fury, over turning money, cards, drinks. GAMBLER I'm calling you a piece of shit - The gambler pulls out a pearl-handled pistol and points it at Louis. The crowd hushes and draws back. Louis smiles drunkenly and stands. he rips open his lace shirt, exposing his chest. The gambler's finger on the trigger. His hand shakes. LESTAT, a hooded figure in the corner, smiles from beneath the shadow of his hood. Gleaming blue eyes. The gambler lowers his gun, scowling. Louis pockets the fistfulls of coins he has won. EXT. WATERFRONT. NIGHT. Loud, crowded riverfront taverns full of ruffians. Louis staggers down, an arm around a whore, drinking from a bottle. A pockmarked pimp follows behind. EXT. WHARF. NIGHT. Louis, quite insensible, being propped up against a wall by the whore in a dank wharf over the water. The pimp rifles his pockets, then pulss a knife, about to slice his throat, when a shadow falls over him. He turns, and we see the face of Lestat, who lifts him into the air by his throat, breaking his neck. the whore screams and Lestat's other hand clamps over her mouth. Lestat drags her towards him. Louis falls to the ground, supported no more, insensible. Close on his face, as we hear the last breaths of life of the whore, off. IN THE WATER - The bodies of the thief and whore float by. Above on the wharf, Louis, now awake, stares down at them. He turns, to see Lestat, towering above him. Lestat floats down on top of him, then lifts him in the air, draws his head back by the hair and sinks his teeth in his neck. ON LOUIS' FACE - every muscle rigid, teeth clenched, as the blood is drained from him. ON THIER FEET - hovering above the ground, like two quivering dancers. THE WIND - billows through the ghostly white sails and rigging of the boats around the wharf. LESTAT - floats higher, with Louis in his arms, draining his blood. One hand reaches out and grips a rope, hanging from a shipmast. The other holds Louis. He withdraws his teeth, and looks into Louis' drained face. Louis can barely get the words out. Lestat smiles and lets him go. Louis falls and plummets into the water below. LOUIS' FACE - coming to the surface, in the water lapping by the wharf. The bodies of the whore and thief float beside him. He looks up and sees Lestat way above him, dangling from the rope of the shipmast. INT. ROOM. SAN FRANCISCO. ON MALLOY'S FACE captivated, terrified, enthralled. EXT. WATERFRONT. DAY. Louis floating by mudflats, surrounded by dead fish, the carcases of animals, eighteenth century rubbish. He gets to his feet and walks weakly through the mudflats. The sun is coming up over the sea behind him. INT. LAVISH FRENCH-FURNISHED BEDROOM AT POINT DU LAC. Louis is delerious in a four-poster bed, shrouded with mosquito netting. A female slave, YVETTE, bathes his face with a rag. She is crying. Other slave women hover in the shadows. Yvette puts out all candles save one by the bed, and withdraws, with the others. Candlelight flickers on the face of the bisque virgin. Louis tosses and turns, dreaming, murmuring incoherently. Then he opens his eyes. LESTAT, exquisitely dressed in French clothing, stands by the bed smiling. In the light of the candle we see that he is not human; skin too white; eyes too bright. Lestat looks amiable, even mischevious, but impossible - and angel or monster. Louis grabs his pistol from the table and cocks it. Louis takes aim. Lestat puts his hand over the barrel. Louis fires. The bullet tears a hole in Lestat's hand. Lestat is unfazed. He takes the gun from Louis' hand and throws it away. His hand begins to heal. Louis reaches for his sword, hanging by the bed, and point it. Lestat laughs indulgently. He draws closer. He comes closer to Louis, right up to his face, so the sword passes through his waistcoat. He reaches out with his now-healed hand and plucks out the sword. Lestat sits down on the bed, drawing up one knee. Louis is becoming spellbound. The vampire theme rises, with the sound of a heartbeat. Dissolve to: EXT. GRAVEYARD. NIGHT. The camera drifts through the graveyard where Louis' wife is buring. Everything is lit with an eery glow, as if seen through some unearthly eye. Louis and Lestat drifting, dreamlike, through the overhanging vines, comes to the grave of his wife and child. Above the crypt, the statue of angel, mother and child. The marble fingers of the child on the statue move. The angel raises her head and has the face of Louis wife, Diane. she raises her hand and touches Louis tear-streamed face. The child speaks. Louis reaches out to embrace them and finds himself touching cold marble. He cries out in anguish- INT. LOUIS BEDROOM. NIGHT. Louis, thrashing on the bed in a delerium. Lestat places a hand on his forehead and soothes him. Lestat bends close as if to drink Louis' blood. Louis does not shrink back, but stares into his eyes. Lestat draws back, then stands up and goes to the French doors. He looks outside. He leaves. Louis sits dazed, staring at the empty French window. The sun rises with unnatural beauty, over the swamplands and the plantation, filling the room, striking water-pitcher, glass, mirror, and the picture of his dead wife. EXT. PLANTATION. NIGHT. Lestat and Louis walk through the slave quarters, huddles groups around fires, music, singing. The sound of whipping is heard. In the woods beyond the quarters, the white overseer is whipping a black slave, with horrifying savagery. Louis calls. The overseer turns and comes towards them, with the bloodied whip. The overseer looks into his eyes, shivers with terror, drops the whip and runs for the trees. Lestat is on him in an instant. He sinks is teeth in his neck. Louis runs to him, tries to pull him off. But Lestat turns to Louis and smiles, with his bloodied mouth. He flees, as Lestat ends to finish off the overseer. EXT. POINTE DU LAC. NIGHT. Louis running up the steps leading to the gallery. He is crazed with guilt. He looks up and sees - LESTAT -- Sitting collected at the head of the steps. LOUIS Backs away as Lestat rises and descends the steps so fluidly he hardly seems to move. Louis takes out his flask and drinks. Drunkely, he turns and heads for a nearby swamp. EXT. CEMETERY. NIGHT. Louis stops again in front of the crypt. Drinks from the flask, leans his forehead against the stone. Lestat appears beside him, radiant, beautiful. In a quiet rage, Lestat raise his fist and shatters the marble face stone, revealing a coffin below. His fist shatters that in turn, revealing the half-rotted body of a women, holding an infant, no longer recognisable as individuals, a tangle of gruesome rotted hair, flesh, eaten away lace, insects and worms crawling over it. Louis gasps. Lestat stares at him, smiling, becoming a hazy dreamlike vision, then hyperclear. Louis again is spellbound. He drops the flask, which shatters on the stones. Lestat appears angelic in his radiance. Louis capitulates in one long sigh. Lestat comes closer, smiling. Lestat embraces Louis, obscuring his face. He drinks his blood. We hear two heartbeats, out of sync, coming together. We see Louis' face, growing paler, paler, as his blood is drained. His eyes stare upwards, losing thier focus. LOUIS POV -- The moon, through hanging vines. The marble statue of his wife and child smile at him, as if come alive. Her hair blows in the breeze, wonderful gold tresses, the child's fingers reach out... BACK TO SCENE Lestat lets Louis fall down beside the broken crypt. Louis looks from the rotting bodies to Lestat above him. radiant. Lestat speaks gently. Lestat lifts his hand to his lips and blows Louis a kiss. Lestat lifts his own right wrist to his teeth. Fangs slash his own flesh, blood falls. Louis rises to accept the first drops with his open mouth. Lestat gathers him up, as Louis clamps his hand on Lestat's arm and drinks from the wrist. The VAMPIRE THEME swells. Lestat watches him drink his wrist with wry amusement. Louis finishes, staggers away from him as if drunk. LOUIS' POV - Vampire vision. The world is transformed, the swamp, the moon, the clouds, the cry of the night birds all come to him with unnatural clarity. He looks down with pity at the corpses of his wife and child who appear beautiful in death now rather than repulsive. He closes the lid of the coffin and replaces it in the ground, astonished at the ease of it. He turns and stares at Lestat whom he sees now with vampire's vision. Lestat's eyes are brighter, his buttons are glimmering in the light. Everything is clearer, brighter, containing more facets of light and colour. Lestat leads him into the swamp. Everything astonished Louis, as if he's never seen it before. Louis is suddenly racked by shudders of pain. Louis dry-retches. Lestat wipes Louis' brow. Lestat laughs and his laughter echoes like bells in Louis' ears. LOUIS' VAMPIRE POV - SWAMP Small high ground. Camp of runaway slaves. Several share a bottle of rum around the fire. A male slave rises. A gorgeous hunk of flesh in the moonlight and goes into the swamp to relieve his bladder. The slave walks towards them in the darkness. A crucifix gleams round his neck. Louis hesitates. The slave looks up and sees them. Two gleaming white beings standing before him with devil's eyes. The he runs. Louis can resist him no more. He swoops on him with a vampire's rapid movement, brings him to the ground and sinks his teeth in his neck. Close on Louis feeding on the slave, the magnificent body shuddering in its death-throes. Lestat stands above, laughing. The slave dies. Louis rises from him, drunkenly, engorged with blood. Louis looks down at the body of the slave. Lestat's laughter echoes around him. Lestat laughs harder. Louis runs from him, screaming in anguish. EXT. GRAVEYARD. NIGHT. Louis reaches his wife's grave. He falls to his knees, throws back his head and bares his new fangs to the moon. INT. ROOM. SAN FRANCISCO. NIGHT. Malloy stares at Louis, terrified and enthralled. EXT. MANSION. NIGHT. Louis walks up the steps to the mansion. He looks now like a fully-fledged vampire. Yvette, the slave girl stares at him from the open doorway. Cascades of harpsichord music come from the interior. Louis enters the mansion, following the harpsichord music, as if in a dream. Yvette draws back as he approaches. INT. MANSION. NIGHT. Louis wanders into the parlour, where Lestat is playing the harpsichord rapidly and exuberantly. Louis goes to a full-length mirror and sees his own reflection there - quite the perfect vampire. EXT. POINTE DU LAC. Dawn spreading over the plantation. INT. BASEMENT. POINTE DU LAC. A brick walled storage room. Two coffins stand on the floor. Lestat enters with a lantern, Louis behind. Lestat is apprehensive and protective of Louis. He pulls back one lid ot reveal a satin interior. Louis approaches the coffin, hands trembling as he peers into it. Louis crawls into the coffin, fearful yet fascinated. Lestat smiles bitterly and nods. He closes the lid. Total darkness. Sounds of Louis' panicked breathing. Of his prayer again. INT. DINING ROOM. NIGHT. Louis and Lestat sitting at a sumptuous table, piled with uneaten food. Lestat is going through sheafs of documents. Lestat, totting up figures on a piece of paper. Louis just stares at him. Lestat looks up at him and grins. Yvette enters, stands behind him, staring at Lestat with loathing. Lestat laughs loudly. Louis turns and looks at Yvette. Her beautiful forehead in the candlelight, the veins pulsing on her neck and her hands. Yvette returns his stare, troubled. Yvette reaches for his uneaten plate. Louis stops her hand. Holds it for a beat too long, looking at the veins in her wrist. She turns and runs from the table. Lestat leans towards him. His hand snakes out under the table. It comes up holding a large grey rat. He bares his fangs and slices the rat's throat. He pours the blood into a crystal glass. He hands the glass to Louis. Louis drinks the blood and stares at it in surprise, then at the dead rat on the fine lace tablecloth. Lestat shrugs. Lestat strokes the belly of the dead rat, studying it sadly. He throws the rat away. He rises. Louis follows. EXT. NEW ORLEANS. NIGHT. A big, lavish drinking place with a raised stage. Italian actors in buffoonish costumes act crude commedia dell'arte on the stage. Plantation owners in soiled brocade, lace, crooked wigs watch the show as tavern wenches move about. Louis and Lestat by a table, in the shadow of a tree. Teresa, a tavern wench, sits on Lestat's lap, pouring drinks for the two of them. She lifts a fresh glass to Lestat's lips as he flirts with her. She kisses him. He lets his tongue play with hers, then runs it down her neck. She swoons with pleasure. Then he sinks his teeth gently in her neck, looking playfully behind at Louis, who if apalled and fascinated. ANTICS ON THE STAGE Laughter rocks the tavern. Lestat slips the pale and dead Teresa into a chair beside him and folds her hands on the table. No one notices. He lays gold coins on the table and touches Louis' knee. Lestat rushes out, thrilled with himself. EXT. TAVERN. NIGHT. A crowded street. Louis and Lestat emerge from the tavern. Louis looks up at the moon. They walk down the crowded night street, full of ladies in their finery, freed slaves, whores, sailors etc. INT. FRENCH QUARTER MANSION -- BALLROOM Small orchestra plays for colonial couples in fine wig and garb prancing to a French minuet. Young women sit in chairs along the walls with their chaperones. Young men stand opposite. A youth of preternatural beauty, sillhouetted against French windows. He is talking to an elegan widow, seated, holding two manicured poodles. Lestat stares at the youth with longing. He leads Louis closer to them. He smiles at the young man, who smiles in return. EXT. LAWNS. NIGHT. Lestat walks the youth towards a copse of trees. He looks back at Louis, who holds both poodles on a delicate leash, walking with the widow. The minuet spills from the french windows. She leans towards him concquettishly. Louis, crazed with hunger, sees her as beautiful in the moonlight. He allows her lips reach his. He takes her in his arms, gently, romantically, and sinks in his teeth. She swoons. Louis draws his lips away. She is weak in his arms, but still alive. He can't do it. The poodles growl. He shotts out an arm and grabs one, then the other. EXT. TREES. NIGHT. Lestat, bending over the body of the dead youth. A scream pierces the night. EXT. LAWNS. NIGHT The widow on the grass, her poodles dead beside her. Louis is trying to quiet her. Lestat comes from nowhere, claps a hand over her mouth and breaks her neck. He spits in fury at Louis. Louis throws himself on Lestat with extraordinary force, pummelling him towards the trees. Louis hurls him against tree after tree with a strength he never knew he had. He drags him to the ground an throttles him. Lestat looks up at him, amazed and amused at the same time. Lestat squirms from his grip, seemingly effortlessly. He ruffles Louis' hair, with wry affection. He smiles. A sly, pleasureable secret secret smile. EXT. POINTE DU LAC. NIGHT. Their carriage draws up to the mansion as the first fingers of light spread across the sky. INT. SLAVE-HUT. NIGHT. In a tiny cabin, a slave family. Kids sleeping on the floor, in cribs and cots. The parents sleep on the bed, young, beautiful, naked. Beside them is Lestat, who is drinking the husband's blood, his hand playing across the breast of the wife as he does so. She murmurs in her sleep. She grabs his fingers and kisses them, thinking him to be her husband. Lestat gently disengages himself and leaves. EXT. SLAVE-HUT. NIGHT. The woman's scream pierces the sky, as Lestat walks into the night. EXT. CHICKEN-COOP. NIGHT. Every chicken is dead, bloodies necks hanging down from the cribs. Louis emerges from the entrance, blood on his lips. He hears the scream. EXT. SLAVE QUARTER. NIGHT. The sound of drumming is heard, african, primal. The woman runs through the quarters, screaming grief. Others gather at doorways, restrain and console her. EXT. DOVE-COTE. DAY. A beautiful, elaborate eighteenth century dove-cote. Every dove inside is dead, pierced at the neck. A balck hand throws in a flaming torch and it bursts into flame. INT. CABIN. NIGHT. A doll, made in the image of Lestat, is pierced with needles. EXT. SWAMP BY FIELDS. DAY. Bodies of slaves floating in the swamp, with the bodies of goats. Slaves at the edge throw ropes around the bodies, pull them towards the shore. The drumming grows louder. EXT. SLAVE-QUARTERS. NIGHT. Louis walking through. The slaves hush as he appraoches, gather in doorways and whipser. He turns and looks at them, sorrowfully. He looks truly like a ghost. Their eyes turn away when they meet his. He walks on. INT. DINING ROOM IN MANSION. NIGHT. Lestat and Louis sit at the table, the untouched food between them. Lestat spits out in anger. The drumming grows outside. Louis stares. Lestat turns childishly, petulantly. He walks out, humming a French aria. Louis stares at his plate. EXT. SLAVE QUARTERS. NIGHT. The slaves, gathered on mass around fires. Frenzied drumming, dancing. Lestat rides through, scattering the flames. The drumming stops. The slaves look towards the house. Slowly, they begin to move towards it. INT. POINTE DU LAC DINING ROOM. NIGHT. Louis, sitting in despair by the table. Yvette, the slave girl enters. Louis laughs harshly. Yvette draws closer. Light reveals her beauty. Louis watches her sadly. He's getting hungry. Her throat is long and slender, her breasts are gorgeous. She comes closer, and he can hear her beating heart. She touches his hair. He takes her hand and brings it to his lips. He kisses her wrist. She suddenly gasps, sharply, withdraws her hand. She sees her wrist is red with blood. She sees the blood on his lips. She screams. Louis stands. She screams even louder. Louis clamps his hand over her mouth. Her hand grips the table-cloth, pulls, bringing the empty glasses and crockery to the floor. In horror, Louis realises he has broken her neck. He brings her cut wrist to his lips, then drops it, revolted. He carries her body outside, grief-stricken. The drumming grows louder. EXT. MANSION. NIGHT. Fires burning in the distance, round the slave-cabins. The slaves are gathered at the foot of the mansion steps. They see Louis come out, holding the body of Yvette. He is deranged with grief. He places the body of Yvette in a rocking chair on the varanda. They don't move. They stare at him blankly. He turns behind him, and looks at the mansion, all candleabra and chandeliers lighted, all windows open. He rushed up the stairs, snatches up the candleabra and sets fire to the drapes. He goes from window to window, lighting drapes, lace curtains, everything. SLAVES POV -- MASTER Setting fire to the house. They rush up the stairs with shouts of "STOP HIM, HE'S MAD". A wall of flame gushes out from the interior, blocking their way. INT. BURNING MANSION. NIGHT. Louis, wandering from room to room of the burning mansion. he sees paintings of his wife consumed by the flames. He is weakening with the fumes, the heat. We can see this in his face, the texture of his skin. Suddenly a large french window cascades inwards and Lestat stands there, whip in hand. Behind him we can see the morning sky. Louis stands there, weakened, then collapses onto the floor. Lestat darts forward and catches him before he drops. He runs out the shattered window, carrying him on his shoulder. EXT. LARGE GRAVEYARD. DAWN. With many crypts. Louis, unconscious, carried over Lestat's shoulder. INT. CRYPT. Darkness. Louis lying on the floor of a large crypt. He slowly comes to. Louis laughs softly. INT. ROOM. SAN FRANCISCO. NIGHT. The vampire sits in silence, as if tired by his story. Malloy speaks, hesitantly. He looks directly at Malloy, shocking him with his gaze. EXT. NEW ORLEANS. EVENING. From the sea, at evening, shrouded in mist. INT. INN. EVENING. A lavish little supper chamber with coffered bed, fancy French furniture. Open to rooftops of colonial city. Louis sits by an open window looking out over the city. Behind, we can hear the laughter of Lestat and tow female voices. Louis turns and sees - Lestat, in the main chamber with two drugged or drunked whores. One runs her finger down his chest. The other seems out of it. He presses his thumb on her neck and holds her tight, sinking his teeth into her neck. After a time she falls to the bed, dead. he turns to the other. He rubs her breast. He bites her in turn, drinks her blood. She does into the swoon. Louis looks on in disgust. He stands. Lestat pulls away from the whore. The girl moans. The girl moans again, open her eyes. He slashes her wrist with his teeth, and lets the blood drip into a glass. The girls moans again. Lestat drinks that glass. The girl begins to scream. Lestat picks her up. He walks to his coffin, puts her inside and sits on the lid. We hear muffled screaming and banging from inside. He stands up. The girl pushes the lid off, hysterical. She looks at Louis. Louis screams at Lestat The girl grabs Louis and pleads. He picks her up again. He turns to Louis laughing. The girl screams. Louis puts his hands to his ears. Then Lestat, in a fit of pique puts his teeth to her neck. She dies at last. A terrible silence descends. Lestat looks at Louis. Louis leaves without a word. EXT. DANK NEW ORLEANS BACK STREETS. NIGHT. A rat scurried down a gutter, then another and another. Louis' hand graps the rat. We see him from behind, walking down the street, gripping one, then another. A smaller side street, in which every house is marked with an X. The street is crawling with rats, and Louis is following them. A man passes with a lantern. Louis smiles bitterly at these words, repeating them to himself. He walks on, following the rats. A house, the door slightly open, marked with an X. The sound of a child crying inside. Louis walks towards it. INT. HOUSE. NIGHT. A little girl, pulling at a figure in a rocking chair. As Louis enters, he sees the woman is dead. Her eyes are being eaten away by rats. Louis gasps in horror. Claudia turns. She is a radiant doll or angel as she stretches out her hand to Louis. She runs to him. Instinctively, he gathers her in his arms. He looks down pitying on her beautiful face. She snuggles into him, suddenly utterly secure. She tugs at his hair, brings his head down towards her. And we see Louis shiver, as his lips go to her neck. Her breathing becomes calm as she goes into the swoon. Gradually another sound replaces it. LESTAT'S LAUGHTER, GROWING LOUDER AND LOUDER. Suddenly Louis backs away, caught redhanded, the child in his arms. He sees Lestat slapping his knee and laughing in the doorway. Louis stares at hte unconscious Claudia in horror, then lets her slip gently into a chair. Shamefully he wipes his mouth, sees the tiny wounds on her throat. Lestat snatches up the dead mother from the chair and begins to dance with her in great circles, humming and talking. Her head falls back. Black water flows from her mouth. Louis flees into the street. EXT. STREETS. NIGHT. Louis running through an assortment of streets. All the night life of New Orleans flows by him. EXT. WATERFRONT. DAWN. Fingers of light in the sky. Louis, pale and shivering, walks splashing through the water. He comes to a huge sewer-pipe, crowded with rats. He crawls inside. EXT. WATERFRONT. SOME EVENINGS LATER. The same sewer-pipe. Now the bodies of dead rats lie all around. A pire of fine leather boots splash through the water - LESTAT'S. INT. SEWER-PIPE. EVENING. Louis huddled there, so pale and shivering he seems close to death. Lestat comes through. He bends down to him, suprisingly gently and puts his own coat around him. They emerge from the sewer and walk along the waterfront. He puts his arm around Louis, to stop his shivering. Louis is baffled. He follows. INT. INN. SUPPER ROOM. Lestat enters. Lestat holds up a candle and walks towards a large four-poster bed. Claudia lies there, angelic, under the coverlet, two marks on her neck. Lestat shakes her gently. Louis runs at him, but Lestat brushes him aside efforlessly, so he falls to the floor. Lestat bites his wrist and presses the bledding wound to the child's mouth... He winces in pain. Claudia sucks on the wound, reviving, making little noises like a person waking from sleep. Louis rises to his feet as Claudia clutches Lestat's arm, sucking the blood fiercely. Lestat moans. He pulls her losse and she growls and stares at him with big clear astonished eyes. Lestat puts her down on the bed and sits beside her, holding his wrist, obviously in pain. Still suffering, Lestat pulls the bell-rope. CLOSE ON CLAUDIA Being transformed. Becoming white yet robust, bright-eyed yet crazed. She shakes her beautiful curls and the dust falls from them. They are shining in the candlelight. Louis cannot stop looking at her. He does not notices as -- The MAID enters. The maid comes near the bed, kneels in front of Claudia. Lestat lays his hand on the maid's throat and Claudia watches keenly. Claudia lunges for the throbbing vein in the neck, locking on to the flowing blood. The Maid is transfixed. Close on Louis, his anguish, his fascinated horror. He lets the dead maid onto the floor. Claudia looks at the corpse. Lestat and Claudia sit on the Louis XVI settee. Claudia is a vision, a doll made out of pearl. Animated, voice crisp. The words echo in Louis' head, as he puts his hands to his ears. Lestat takes out his comb and begins to comb her hair. Claudia runs over to him. She smiles at him. Louis is conflicted. He cannot leave her. He touches her cheeks, her hair. Same as his. Vampire skin and hair. He draws in his breath, shocked by her beauty, then he embraces her as a father might a daughter. He looks over her shoulder to Lestat. Lestat smiles INT. ROOM. SAN FRANCISCO. Malloy is open mouthed. He sees the tape has run out. He rapidly and clumsily sticks in another. EXT. NEW SPANISH TOWNHOUSE. (RUE ROYALE, NEW ORLEANS) Two husky movers bring in furniture through the back courtyard, past the fountain and the banana trees, up the back stairs and into --- INT FLAT Striped wallpaper gives way to flowers in the bedrooms. Huge four-poster beds in the bedrooms, and large chests, as big as coffins standing against the wall. Everywhere there are candles and pretty Louis XVI furniture. Lestat gives instructions to the movers. WE MOVE INTO -- A DIMLY LIT PARLOUR We see Claudia draped in lace standing on a petit point chair as a DRESSMAKER measure out a garment. Louis can be seen, in an inner room. She has pricked her hand. A spot of blood appears on her finger Claudia takes her hand. Claudia brings the hand to her lips. The dressmaker abruptly pulls her finger away, in pain again. CU her finger - two holes showing. Lestat walks through - sees the dressmaker lying dead at Claudia's feet, Claudia still on the chair in the half-finished dress. INT. LOUIS' BEDROOM. NIGHT. Claudia and Louis, sleeping in a coffin together, Claudia's fingers curling his hair. INT. CLAUDIA'S BEDROOM. Claudia playing with dolls, each as perfect and beautifully dressed as she is. INT. PARLOUR. NIGHT. Claudia tinkling with her child's hands on the piano, picking out a hesitant tune. EXT. SQUARE. NIGHT. The tinkling of Claudia's piano is heard, over - A well-dressed lady, walking through a square lit by gaslight. The lady hears a child's sobbing and stops, turns. POV -- Claudia, the picture of lost innocence, sitting on a bench and crying. The woman, all solicitude, goes to Claudia. The woman takes Claudia in her arms. Claudia nestles her head in her shoulder, her teeth near her neck. INT. PARLOUR. NIGHT. A stern, stiff piano-teacher (male) beating time with a ruler as Claudia picks out scales on the piano. He raps her on the knuckles. Claudia glares at him, then returns to playing, improving rapidly. INT. DOLL-SHOP. NIGHT. Piano music over. Mozart, now well played. Claudia staring at a glass case, inside of which are an array of eighteenth century dolls. An old doll-maker looks down on her. EXT. STREET. NIGHT. Claudia walking along, clutching the doll. INT. DOLL-SHOP. NIGHT. The dollmaker lying dead, two puncture marks in his throat, his dolls scattered all around him. EXT. UNDERTAKER'S. NIGHT. Claudia and Louis looking through the window at a display of coffins. Claudia point at the smallest one. INT. CLAUDIA'S BEDROOM. NIGHT. The child's coffin on the floor. The lid lifts. Claudia emerges, yawning, wanders through the flat into. - LOUIS' BEDROOM Where his coffin sits. She slides the lid off, and curls in beside him. INT. PARLOUR. NIGHT. Claudia playing the piano, now with remarkable dexterity. The piano-teacher sits mute beside her. As she plays, he topples over and falls to the ground. We see the puncture-marks in his neck. Lestat, hearing the noise, comes in. Claudia smiles to herself, keeps playing. INT. CLAUDIA'S BEDROOM. NIGHT. CANARIES | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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