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
15: Theatre des Vampires
EXT BOULEVARD DES CAPUCHINES - THEATRE DES VAMPIRES -
Louis formally dressed with Claudia in rich attire on
his arm. They pass people buying tickets for the
theatre and go inside.
Remember what I've told you.
They'll have different powers.
They'll read your thoughts if you
They draw close to:
"THEATRE DES VAMPIRES PRESENTS
THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH
By Edgar Allen Poe"
The posters are illustrated with cliched images of
vampires overcoming damsels in distress.
But this can't be real. This is
Nonsense all right. But something
tell me it's going to be the
strangest nonsense we've ever seen.
Warily, they show their invitations to the mortal
ticket taker at the door. He glances away
INT. THEATRE BOX - NIGHT
Claudia and Louis look at the crowd as the lights go
Mortals, mortals everywhere. And
lots of drops to drink.
They are here. I know they are.
Listen for something that doesn't
make a sound.
Stage: curtain rises.
An elaborate painted set of an Italianate castle. Death
standing before it, the traditional image of the Grim
Reaper, complete with magnificent scythe.
It's a vampire. It's the one I saw
in Rue St Jacques.
A version of the Poe story unfolds before them. All of
the participants are vampires. All beautiful gleaming
white, aged 20 or 30.
They use no paint. And the audience
think it is paint.
How devilishly clever.
A spotlight uncovers a mortal woman suddenly forced out
upon the stage.
She's no vampire.
No. She's frightened. She doesn't
know where she is.
The audience laughs uneasily, then stops as the Mortal
Woman comes into the footlights. She is too beautiful,
too confused. Santiago, as Death, advances on her. She
backs away, terrified, then sees the other vampires, in
a phalanx, advancing from behind, in a half-circle.
I don't want to die!
She looks around in panic. Santiago swoons, arms over
his breast as if he is hopelessly in love.
We are death!
The Mortal Woman steps to the footlights.
Someone help me. Please... What
have I done?
Louis whispers to Claudia.
This is no performance.
And no one knows but us...
ON THE STAGE
We all die. Death is the one thing
you share with all those here.
Santiago gestures to the audience.
ON THE STAGE
But I'm young...
Death is no respecter of age. He
can come any time, any place. Need
I tell you what fate has in store
I would take my chance. Let me go!
And if you take that chance and
live, what is your fate? The
humpbacked toothless visage of old
Santiago approaches her and tears the drawstring out of
her peasant blouse. It opens completely and starts to
slip. She tries to catch it, but gently stops her
wrists. The blouse falls, exposing her young breasts.
LOUIS AND CLAUDIA
This is monstrous!
Yes, and very beautiful.
ON THE STAGE
Just as this flesh is pink now, it
will turn grey and wrinkle with
Let me live, please. I don't care.
Then why should you care if you die
She shakes her head, confused. he catches her wrists
behind her back.
Is awestruck by her beauty, her suffering.
Draws near her cheek.
And suppose death had a heart to
love and to release you? To whom
would he turn his passion? Would
you pick a person from the crowd
there? A person to suffer as you
A young girl cries out in jest.
Oh, yes, take me Monsieur Vampire!
I adore you!
Audience roars with laughter.
ON THE STAGE
You wait your turn.
The audience laughs again.
The Mortal Woman shakes her head in panic.
Well, have you a sister, a mother,
a daughter you would send in your
CLOSE ON CLAUDIA
Even she is repelled by the cruelty. She shakes her
Shakes her head. She is helpless.
We alone can give death meaning. Do
you know what it means to be loved
by death, to become our bride?
Mortal Woman looks up on the verge of hysteria or
fainting. But then her eyes mist over. She is being
FROM HER POV
We realize she is looking past Santiago at the divinely
beautiful Armand, who has just stepped out of the
wings. Armand has entranced her. He passes Santiago.
Santiago stiffens, but yields the stage.
Armand takes her by the naked shoulders.
Your beauty is a gift to us.
ON THE STAGE
Armand gestures to the others who slowly, gracefully
Who deserves such a gift?
He pulls the drawstring from her skirt and it falls
revealing her nakedness. But she is spellbound.
Armand embraces her, drinks, her naked body stark
against her black clothes, then he passes her to the
other vampires one by one.
CLOSE ON LOUIS
Who battles desire and hunger with anger.
I've seen enough of this! I loathe
ON THE STAGE
The naked Mortal Woman lies dead on the floor. The
vampires seem to vanish one by one. As the curtain
draws across, the Audience loudly applauds what they
presume are theatrical tricks.
The audience, milling towards the exits. They talk in
vacuous terms about the beauty of the show, the
symbolism of it, the daring of it as they leave.
Gradually Louis and Claudia are left alone in the empty
theatre. Louis seems anxious to leave. Claudia whispers
in his ear.
Patience, Louis. Patience.
He looks around the empty theatre, more eerie now than
when the play was on. The red curtain shifts slightly
in a hidden breeze, a candle sputters and dies in a
box. Then the candle flares again, and we see Armand in
the box, looking down on them. He stares with a dreamy
expression, saying nothing.
We've been searching for you for a
very long time...
His voice echoes eerily. Armand gestures for them to
INT. FOOT OF STAIRWAY
Armand leading, Louis and Claudia following. It opens
into a -
HUGE UNDERGROUND BALLROOM
Walls are painted with famous copies of Durer,
Brueghel, Goya and Bosch depictions of death. Fine
wooden coffins line the walls. Candles burn in sconces,
casting alternate shadows and pools of light. Armand
walks through, gesturing Louis and Claudia to follow
As they walk through, vampire man and women appear out
of the shadows like wraiths, startling them, drifting
around them, stroking them, touching Claudia as if she
were a doll. Shrieks of preternatural laughter.
Armand gestures to the vampires to back off.
All obey but ESTELLE.
Such a darling.
She menaces Claudia, her breasts enormous, her fangs
bared. Armand throw her a look, and she is flung
against the wall.
Louis stares around. The vampires faces drift towards
him and away, always disclosing the face of Armand, who
seems some distance away, but strangely close, staring
at Louis with a constantly calm, hypnotic gaze. Then a
young mortal boy comes from the shadows with a
candelabra, which he hands to Armand.
Armand and the boy come towards them, leading them
along the walls, his candelabra illuminating the
ghastly murals, his face gleaming like an angel above
Yes, and very beautiful.
Your lips, they didn't move.
They did, but too fast for you to
see them. No magic, just grace and
The boy is watching Louis. Armand's hand beckons and
the boy draws up to Louis in the candlelight. He places
his arms on Louis' shoulders. Louis glances at Armand,
who smiles. Louis sees the puncture marks on the boy's
He wants you...
Louis is utterly confused. Can't resist. Drinks his
The boy's body presses against him, sensual, willing.
The other vampires appear all around Louis, who
suddenly senses it and draws away, ashamed.
Claudia watches warily, from a distance. Armand beckons
at her and Louis and open a door in the wall which
reveals a stone staircase.
INT. MEDIEVAL ROOM
Medieval chairs, table, an old coffin, a bed in one
corner, a blazing fire. A medieval painting of Satan,
being banished from heaven, above the fire. Armand
places the boy on the bed, settling him so he sleeps.
Disappointing, isn't it? To come so
far and find so little. Jaded
ingenues, amusing themselves with
We had feared we were the only
But how did you come into
He glances at Louis, then at Claudia, who averts her
You don't want to answer... Two
vampires from the new world, come
to guide us into the new era as all
we love slowly rots and fades away.
Are you the leader of this group?
If there were a leader, I would be
Claudia stares at him constantly, guarded.
So you have the answers...
Ah! You have questions?
What are we?
Nothing if not vampires...
Who made us what we are?
Surely you know the one who made
But the one who made him, who made
the one who made him, the source of
all this evil...
Louis looks at the picture. Armand watches him.
That is a picture, nothing more.
You mean we are not children of
He smiles at Louis. A smile of infinite compassion.
I understand. I saw you in the
theatre, your suffering, your
sympathy for that girl. I saw you
with the boy. You die when you
kill, you feel you deserve to die
and you stint on nothing. But does
that make you evil? Or, since you
comprehend what you call goodness,
does it not make you good?
Then there is nothing.
He passes his finger through the candle flame.
And perhaps this is the only real
Then God does not exist...
I have not spoken to him...
And no vampire here has discourse
with God or the Devil?
None that I've ever known. I know
nothing of God or the Devil, I have
never seen a vision nor learnt a
secret that would damn or save my
soul. And as far as I know, after
four hundred years I am the oldest
living vampire in the world.
He stares at them, his face angelic, hypnotic, young.
His eyes hold them both in a trance.
My God... So it's as I always
feared. Nothing, leading to
You fell too much. So much you make
He stares from Claudia to Louis. He seems to be reading
The one who made you should have
told you this. The one who left the
old world for the new...
He knew nothing. He just didn't
Knew? You mean he is...
Claudia appears suddenly to Louis' shoulder,
Come, beloved. It's time we were on
our way. I'm hungry and the city
She stares hard at Armand. Armand looks from her to
So soon to go?
He seems genuinely regretful. But Claudia pulls Louis
INT. DARKENED CORRIDORS AND THEATRE - NIGHT
Louis and Claudia feel their way through darkened
corridors, trying to find their way out.
The place was dark as we left, a
darkness that confounded even
Claudia. And as we blundered
through it, again came the thought:
I have wronged Lestat, I have hated
him for the wrong reasons.
Suddenly a light comes on. They see they are in the
empty theatre. Santiago stands on the stage, under a
How did you wrong him?
Louis is stunned.
You read my thoughts?
You said a name -
A name I don't want to say again.
I seemed to recognize it...
Other vampires appear behind him.
There is but one crime among us
He looks at Claudia.
You should know, who are so
secretive about the vampire who
It is the crime that means death to
any vampire. To kill your own kind!
Aaaah! I was so afraid it was to be
born like Venus out of the foam, as
we were! Come Louis, let's go!