that's what i do. i interview people. i collect lives. f.m. radio. f.f.r.c. i just interviewed a genuine hero, a cop who -
so much the better. i've got a pocket full of tapes.
saw you in the street outside. you seemed interesting. is this where you live?
so shall we begin? what do you do?
see? i knew you were interesting. you mean this literally, i take it?
well, what a lucky break for me.
you were going to kill me? drink my blood?
you believe this, don't you? that you're a vampire? you really think.
but i thought vampires didn't like the light.
good god!
how did you do that?
you're not lying to me, are you?
yes.
that's how it happened?
you said the slave had a crucifix.
you can't look at them.
the story about stakes through the heart?
what about coffins?
you loved yvette.
you loved your wife, surely.
a child vampire!
he did it to make you stay with him!
but why did you tell her?
and did you lose her? did she go?
did he die in the fire?
you found nothing?
no vampires in transylvania? no count dracula?
lestat escaped the fire!
no.  it can't end like that.
but you talk about passion, about longing, about things i'll never know in my life! it's still inside you, in every syllable you speak! and then you tell me it ends like that? just empty?
you need a new passion, louis, a new reason to feel.  what a story you've told, you don't understand yourself.
you have another chance, louis. take me! give me your gift, your power.
if i could see what you've seen, feel what you've felt i wouldn't let it end like this! you need a like to the world out there, a connection.  then it won't end like this.
you need me.
no.
no.  please.
louis.  louis.
holy shit.
jesus.