INT. HOTEL ROOMS. NIGHT.
Louis closes the door behind him. Claudia paces.
L: Do you think I would let them harm you.
C: No you would not Louie, danger holds you to me.
L: Love holds you to me.
C: Love?
L: Love.
C: (She smiles at him. A strange, sad, adult smile.) You would leave
me for Armand if he beckoned you.
L: Never
C: He wants you as you want him, He's been waiting for you, he want's
you as a companion. He bides his time in that place. He finds it a dull
and lifeless as we do.
L: Perhaps, yes.
C: do you know what his soul said to me without saying a word? Let him
go he said, let him go. (She touches his face.) Is that what I should do
Louie, Let you go. My father, my Louie, who made me.
L: It will be all right.
C: You really believe that.
INT. THEATRE. NIGHT.
Louis, sitting alone in the box, as the curtains draw back, to show Santiago as death, as before. Louis takes advantage of the darkness to slip away.
S: The soldier on returning from the war. Thinks victory has inoured him against sorrow, till death comes by and chops him from his horse.
INT. ARMAND'S ROOM. NIGHT.
Louis opens the doors and walks in.
A: I was waiting for you.
L: Listen to me, Claudia is very dear to me, she is my daughter.
A: You love her.
L: or my beloved my child
A: you say so you are innocent.
L: She's in danger, isn't she?
A: She is
L: but why?
Armand's Voice: I could give you reasons her silence, her youth, it
forbidden to make one so young, so helpless, that cannot survive on it's
own
EXT. DOLL-SHIP. NIGHT.
Claudia, staring at the dolls. We see Madeleine inside, painting a
doll. She sees Claudia and smiles and waves.
INT. ARMAND'S ROOM. NIGHT.
Louis and Armand continue to talk.
L: Then blame the one who made her.
A: Did you kill this vampire who made you both. Is that why you won't
say his name Santiago thinks you did.
L: We want no quarrel with him.
A: No no it's already begun, If you want to save her, send her away.
L: Then I leave to.
A: (Armand smiles.) So soon. With out any of those answers you so long
for
L: You said there where none.
A: But, You asked the wrong questions. You know how few vampires have
this talent for immortality, how quickly they parish of their own will,
and the world changes, we do not, there in lies the irony that finally
kills us. I need you to make contact with this age.
L: (Louis laughs bitterly.) Me. Don't you see, I'm not the spirit of
any age. I'm at odds with everything, I've always have been.
A: (Armand smiles.) Louie That's the very spirit of you age, The heart
of it, your fall from grace, has been the fall of a century. (Louis is
stunned.)
L: The vampires in the theater..
A: Decadent, useless, They can't reflect anything, but you do. You reflect
it's broken heart. (Louis is speechless.) Vampire with a human soul, immortal
with a mortal's passion. You are beautiful my friend. Lestat must have
wept when he made you.
L: Lestat? You knew Lestat?
A: Yes, Knew him,: Knew him well enough not to morn his passing.
EXT. THEATRE DES VAMPIRES. NIGHT.
Louis, in the street outside, as the door closes behind him.
LV: I felt a kind of peace at last. I had found the teacher which Lestat
could never I knew now have been. I knew knowledge would never be withheld
from Armand. I knew it would pass threw him as threw a pain of glass.
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