Movie - Interview with the Vampire
Release Date: 11 November 1994 (USA)
Tagline: Drink From Me And Live Forever
Runtime: 123 mins
Director: Neil Jordan
Producer: David Geffen, Stephen Woolley
Writer: Anne Rice (screenplay), Anne Rice (novel)
Scripts - Undated draft with possible deleted scenes and changed story
13: Lestat's Vengence
INT. FLAT - NIGHT
Sturdy mulatto workmen lifting cases and trunks out of
the apartment. All the furniture is covered in white
sheets. Claudia dressed in a cap and hat, is playing
the piano by the light of one remaining oil-lamp.
Louis comes from her room with the cage of canaries.
The birds. We forgot about the
birds. There's nothing for it but
to let them go.
He opens the cage, and the canaries fly around the
There is a knocking on the door. Claudia falters.
What was that?
The workmen must have a trunk -
don't stop, cherie -
He goes downstairs. Claudia plays a moment, then stops,
perturbed. She goes to the window. Then sees something
out there that makes her face go white. She screams.
Louis walking to the door. The knocking gets louder.
Claudia runs for the stairs, after Louis.
Louis reaches the door. The knocking gets louder. He
opens the door as -
Reaches the stairs. She screams -
Don't Louis -
But Louis has opened the door. Nothing there. He looks
back at Claudia, puzzled, then at the door again when,
swooping into his vision comes the nightmare image of -
In filthy swamp-soaked rags, robust again, but his
flesh shriveled, covered in scars, his eyes riddled,
bloodshot. he roars.
Where is she? Where is that accursed child?
Louis throws his body against the door, slamming it on
Lestat's reaching hand. The hand withdraws, as Lestat
roars. Louis bolts the door.
Louis runs up the stairs, sweeps Claudia in his arms,
watching appalled as the door shudders with the force
of Lestat's body.
IN THE PARLOUR
Louis runs through with Claudia in his arms.
It can't be -
It is! Take the back stairwell -
Suddenly Lestat crashes through the casement window,
scattering blood everywhere, reefing himself on the
shattered glass. He tumbles to the floor and gets
unsteadily to his feet.
GIVE ME HER LOUIS!!
Louis throws Claudia behind him and hurls himself on
Lestat, who fights like a ravening animal, bits of his
broken body coming off in the process. Then with a
terrifying effort, Lestat hurls Louis off, goes for
Claudia, who grabs the poker from the fireplace,
scatters burning coals over him. He falls back, then
comes at her again, as the drapes catch fire. Louis
grabs the lamp.
Stay back - for the love of God...
or I'll burn you alive...
Lestat lunges again at Claudia.
Louis hurls the lamp, which explodes him in flame.
Lestat screams in agony, whirls around the room, then
comes on Claudia again. She hurls another lamp.
Louis throws the flaming sheets around him, wrapping
him further in fire. Lestat falls to his knees,
choking, hands up over his face in the smoke. The whole
parlor is afire. Louis gathers up Claudia, smothering
the burning house, carries her down the back stairs,
through the carriage way and through the gathering
crowds of mortals into the street.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Louis running, with Claudia in his arms. He looks back
at the flames of the house. Sound of a ship's horn.
The ship is sailing without us!
Holding her tightly, Louis
EXT. DECK OF SHIP - NEAR DAWN
Louis stands at the railings in the morning mist as the
ship moves down the river. He sees...
CITY OF NEW ORLEANS
With flame lighting up the sky.
Though the fire seemed to spread
through the quartier, I stood on
that deck until dawn, fearful he
would come out again of the very
river like some monster to destroy
us both. And all the while I
thought, Lestat, we deserve your
vengeance. You gave me the dark
gift. And I delivered you into the
hands of death for the second time.
INT. ROOM. SAN FRANCISCO
Louis and Malloy.
Did he die in the fire?
He was dead to us. We were free.
That was all that mattered.
EXT. SHIP - EVENING
The ship, shrouded in mist.
Though the ship was blessedly free
of rats, a strange plague
nonetheless struck its passengers.
A body is slipped into the sea. A priest reads last
rites to a mourning family.
INT. SHIPS HOLD
Trunks and cases, creaking with the ship's movement.
Dead rats everywhere.
Claudia and I alone seemed immune.
We kept to ourselves, pondering the
mystery of Lestat and the greater
mystery of each other.
EXT. SHIP - NIGHT
Passing through the Straits of Gibralter.
We reached the Mediterranean. I
wanted those waters to be blue.
They were black, nighttime waters
and how I suffered then, straining
to remember the color that a young
man's senses had taken for granted,
that my memory had let slip away
for eternity. It was black off the
coast of Italy, black off the coast
of Greece, Europe itself was black.
EXT. DECK - NIGHT
Claudia, sitting with an easel and sketch-pad,
sketching the bay of Naples. A beautifully realized
drawing, all in shades of grey and black. Louis
Louis, your quest is for darkness
only. This sea is not your sea.
They myths of men are not your
myths. Their history isn't yours.
The sketch changes to a sketch of -
In the moonlight.
We saw the Acropolis by moonlight,
shades of grey and silver. And I
longed for the brilliant white of
those marbles in the hot sun of
The sketch changes to a sketch of -
And the traditional shapes of the vampire landscape.
We docked at Varna and searched the
rural countryside of the
Carpathians, for what she liked to
term "our kind"...
MONTAGE OF SKETCHES
A TRANSLYVANIAN VILLAGE, A GRAVEYARD.
RUINED CASTLE AFTER CASTLE, LOOKING INTO THE SKIES...
The quest for these Old World
vampires filled me with bitterness.
We searched village after village,
ruin after ruin and I was glad when
always we found nothing. For what
could the damned really have to say
to the damned?
INT. ROOM. SAN FRANCISCO
Malloy and Louis.
You found nothing?
Peasant rumors, superstitions about
garlic, crosses, stakes in the
hear, all that - how do you say
again? Bull shit. But one of our
kind? Not a whisper.
No vampires in Transylvania? No
Fictions, my friend. The vulgar
fictions of a demented Irishman...
So we prepared to Paris...