Querelle Page #3

I remain standing in the wind.

Cold and headache

clamp my forehead...

and crown me

with an iron tiara.

I am growing and melting.

A naval officer.

When I was a young man,

even when I chose this career...

I didn't realize what a perfect alibi

a naval career provides.

It justifies celibacy.

Women don't ask,

"Why aren't you married?"

They pity you for knowing

only the transient affairs...

and never the true love.

The sea, the solitude...

Nobody asks me

whether or not I'm engaged.

Neither my comrades...

nor my mother.

From the time I fell in love

with Querelle...

I've become

less of a disciplinarian.

My love makes me softer.

The more I love Querelle...

the more gentle and definite...

the sadder

the woman in myself becomes...

because she cannot

achieve fulfillment.

During one of these

strange revelations...

defining my relationship

with Querelle...

I think amidst all these sorrows

and inner defeats...

"What's the point?"

That sailor got his throat slit?

Yeah. Nobody knows

who killed him.

Did you know him, Querelle?

Yeah. We all know each other.

I didn't know him well.

There is a masculine passivity...

which is expressed...

in the indifference

towards courtship...

the completely relaxed...

anticipation of the body...

concerning his role...

in the taking or giving of passion.

Want to shoot dice?

7 orders, 14 pays

and 21 's gotta drink, okay?

- Want to play too, Querelle?

- Sure, why not?

Stop the fighting!

Stop the fighting!

Between such men,

and for them alone...

a universe is established from which

the idea of woman is banished.

The absence of woman

forces the two males...

to draw a little femininity

from within each other...

to invent the woman.

You know, I know. Just ask him.

I'm okay. You can ask anybody you want.

You know, I know. Just ask him.

I'm okay. You can ask anybody you want.

And you?

You're in the navy.

I've met plenty of sailors

who were into that.

That didn't stop them

from being real men.

Maybe.

And if you let Nono f*** you,

why not me?

But you shouldn't believe

everything you hear about Nono.

I know all about life.

Believe me.

Okay, I did it with Nono.

But don't start

getting any funny ideas.

I'm no fairy.

I know that.

- But Nono did the f***ing, right?

- Right.

- So?

- Forget it.

You don't have to prove to me

that you're a man.

We know...

we're both men.

You went to bed with Nono

and that's no crime.

Just as long as

he took good care of you.

I hope you got

your share of the pleasure.

I won't say no.

I could do any guy

a lot of good.

You see, if it's fun,

there's nothing wrong with it.

I'm sure Nono enjoyed it just as much.

He's a pretty hot number.

And you're very pretty.

- I look just like the next guy.

- Bullshit! I can just see Nono now.

He must've had a hard-on

the first moment he saw you.

- Tell me, is he good at it?

- Cut it.

Tell me, is he a master of his craft?

What's so interesting

about it for you?

Gets you all excited, doesn't it?

Maybe you'd like

a little taste of it yourself.

Why not, if it's nice?

- Tell me, how does he do it?

- He does it well.

Are you satisfied now?

- Did you come? Was it super?

- Try it yourself.

- Tell me. Is it nice?

- It's not bad.

When he first puts it in,

that's a little painful...

then it's okay.

Seriously, is it nice?

I just did it for the first time.

It's different than I thought.

I'll bet he's got a big prick.

Did you like his prick?

I didn't pay any attention to that.

Well, if it's bugging you,

we can stop talking about it.

No, it's not bugging me.

When I talk about this stuff,

I get a mother of a hard-on. Believe me.

You're kidding!

- Don't you believe me?

- What, this gives you a hard-on?

Check it out.

Come on. Touch it.

Bullshit!

You haven't got one!

Go on. Touch it.

You'll feel it all right.

Nothing.

You call that a hard-on?

Come on. Press it.

It's a monster!

Sure, the cloth makes it bigger.

Reach inside. You'll see.

Open it.

You'll see I'm not lying.

You're right. Not bad.

You like it?

I told you,

size doesn't interest me.

Come on.

Give me a hand job.

This is supposed to be soup?

This is f***ing dishwater!

Piss broth,

that's what that is!

You need vegetables in soup...

but vegetables are getting

harder and harder to find.

Maybe we have to tighten up

our belts a little more.

Maybe we could find some vegetables

around here somewhere.

Do you think so?

Maybe someone shoved

some up his ass.

There are people who dig that.

Eat through their a**holes.

You thought out this little number,

didn't you, Theo?

Well, let me tell you one thing:

I'm not going to put up

with this sh*t much longer!

What are you talking about?

Gets you horny, turns you on,

doesn't it?

But don't worry.

I'll always be here when you need me.

You want to f*** me?

Don't be embarrassed!

Go ahead!

And you guys laugh.

You think it's funny!

Is there anybody else

who wants to f*** me?

Please!

Cut it out, Gil.

Your hassle with Theo's

none of our business.

What? I've got

no hassle with Gil.

I don't give a sh*t about him.

Not one little sh*t!

Why didn't I smack Theo

in the mouth right then and there?

Why didn't I push

that motherf***er's face in?

Just 'cause the guy keeps

paying for my drinks?

I hate him because

he has power over me.

I wanted to be his friend,

but not like that.

He made a fool of me

in front of all of them.

And all because I didn't

smash him in the mouth soon enough.

Why didn't I push

that motherf***er's face in?

Paulette...

you sweet little piglet

with that adorable p*ssy.

You're going to get

another taste of my rod!

I'm a man.

I even f*** guys!

And I f*** you too, Theo!

Why didn't I push

that motherf***er's face in?

I can put you away, Theo!

Whenever I feel like it.

- Roger!

- Hi, Gil.

- Roger!

- Hi, Gil.

Roger, my mate,

let's have a drink together.

- How's it going?

- Okay, I guess.

You don't have to

worry about me.

There ain't no Theo anymore.

You don't have to put me

in the same boat as him.

I'm no f*ggot,

but he ain't a man.

He's a whore, a cocksucker.

You and me, we're friends.

And we've got a right to be.

But he's just a dirty motherf***er.

I think you've had

a little bit too much to drink.

Don't get in a state.

I paid for it

with my own money.

He can take his money...

and shove it

right up his ass!

I tell you, he's nothing...

and I'm going to crush him.

Hello, Gil.

It's you, Theo!

Are you buying?

I'm here with a friend.

Sure. Why not, honey?

And now you're not

with us anymore!

How did you meet Gil?

How did you meet Gil?

Easy, just like that.

He was after my sister.

Did he have an affair

with your sister?

With Paulette? No. Why?

Because we found these pictures

under his pillow.

I've nothing to say to that.

Did you make it with him?

Did you and he have an affair?

Never, Inspector. I swear it.

And this Theo,

the one Gil murdered...

did you make it with him?

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