INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

Louis turns away.

LOUIS
Dear God. I've failed again, haven't I?

MALLOY
No...

LOUIS
Don't say anymore. The reels are still turning. I have but one chance to show you the meaning of what I've said.

He looks at the boy. Then suddenly grabs him, lifts him off the floor, bares his terrifying fangs and brings them to his throat. Malloy screams, in involuntary terror.

LOUIS
You like it? You like being food for the immortals? You like dying? Is it beautiful? Is it intense?

Malloy, now terrified, whispers

MALLOY
No... please...

Louis drops him.

LOUIS
Thank God.

Malloy, falls on the floor, terrified. When he looks up, Louis has vanished.

MALLOY
Louis... Louis...

He looks up at the tape. It is still turning.

MALLOY
Holy shit...

He shakes his head. He gets up, and with shaking fingers gathers his tapes. He runs out of the room.

EXT. STREET OUTSIDE. NIGHT.

Malloy running for his car, a convertible. He leaps in and screeches off through the night.

EXT. STREETS. NIGHT.

Malloy whips the car through the tiny streets, in sheer, unfocused terror.

MALLOY
Jesus...

EXT. GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE. NIGHT.

Malloy driving with streams of traffic over the bridge. He breathes deeply, to calm himself. He takes a tape from his pocket, and with still shaking hands, sticks it in the deck.

LOUIS (VO)(TAPE)
1791. That's when it happened. I was twenty-four. Younger then you are now.

Suddenly a bony hand shoots out from the back seat, pulls his neck backwards --

LESTAT sinks his teeth in his neck.

MALLOY'S hands on the wheel shaking, shuddering, losing their grip.

MALLOY'S eyes bulging, as the life drains out of him. Lestat sucking him like a rat.

THE WHEEL swinging free of Malloy's dying hands.

THE CAR veers wildly into oncoming traffic.

LESTAT drinks regardless

A TRUCK coming towards them, about to crush the car.