I: So a vampire can cry.
L: Once may twice in his own eternity. Maybe it was to quench those
tears forever that I took such revenge on them.
INT. THEATRE
Louis hurls kerosene all over the stage, the curtain, the sets, the
seats below. He grabs the scythe from the playlet. He walks out. Dribbling
a trail of kerosene behind him.
INT. STAIRS.
Louis walking rapidly down, leaving the trail of kerosene. He creeps
quietly into the
-- BALLROOM Leaking kerosene from the cask. He splashes over the coffins
that gleam in the dimness. Then he knocks a candelabra into the kerosene.
Everything bursts into flame. The trail of kerosene roars into fire through
the ballroom over the coffins and up the stairs. We hear EXPLOSIONS of
fire from above.
Louis, shudders all over, fighting the morning weakness. He readies the scythe, like the grim reaper. ESTELLE rises from her burning coffin, screams and tries to run through the fire but Louis slashes her down with the scythe and she goes down screaming, her dress in flames.
LVE: Help me. It's burning fire.
.
Others rise, choking in the smoke. Screams from everywhere. They are
burning. Louis backs up the stairs to the -- Theater.
.
(Screams)
.
L: (Scream)
S: (Laugh) (Slice)
. .
SANTIAGO Comes at him from behind. Louis turns. Santiago rushes him in a blur. Louis swings the scythe, too fast to see what he himself is doing.
Santiago's head streaming blood flies through the air. The body drops, flapping its arms. SCREAMS come from everywhere.
EXT. THEATRE DES VAMPIRES. DAWN.
Louis staggers out of the burning theatre, into the thin daylight.
Great gusts of smoke cover the street. He staggers through the daylight,
weakening, about to fall, when through the clouds of smoke comes < theatre.
burning the of spectacle leaving smoke, through vanishes hearse The inside.
him pulls and Louis to out hand a reaches He Armand. see we interior, enclosing
curtains Through opens. door boy. human Armand’s by driven dream, in As
- HEARSE MAGNIFICENT A>
A: Louie.
EXT. THEATRE DES VAMPIRES. TWILIGHT.
The gutted Theatre and ballroom, the roof collapsed, exposed to the
evening sky. The life of Paris goes on around it, oblivious.
 |
 |