Querelle Page #4

Jesus Christ, I only knew him

from seeing him around.

But this Gil must

surely have tried to seduce you.

No, never, Inspector.

Whatever gave you that idea?

Simply because Gil is gay.

- That's not true!

- How could you be so goddamn sure?

Because he was after my sister,

that's why.

He never tried to touch you?

- What do you mean, "touch" me?

- You know what I mean.

Did he do anything indecent to you?

I already told you: nothing.

Did he ever run his hands

over your pants?

Didn't he even try

to touch your crotch?

No. He never did.

It's like I said.

He never touched me.

Okay.

They couldn't pull anything out of him,

who now loved Gil all the more.

At first he loved him as a child whose

imagination is quick and exhilarating.

Crime enabled him

to penetrate a world...

where feelings are violent.

You can go now.

What sudden desire?

I am nothing but desire.

At first, only mechanically...

my hands formed

female breasts on my chest...

as if they had been grafted there.

I was happy.

I went through the motions again,

and I feel happy.

I am filled.

I take my hands away,

I am filled.

- Are you looking for me?

- Yes, we are.

- That is if you're Lieutenant Seblon.

- Yes, I am.

We are from the police.

It has to do with that murdered sailor.

You mean Vic?

That's what I thought.

You don't say.

Yes, we're investigating

this Vic Rivette case...

and so far we haven't

made much progress.

- Really?

- Yes.

But maybe you could

tell me if this Vic Rivette...

had a special relationship

with any of his mates.

How do you think a love relationship

like that could be recognized?

I didn't say anything

about a "love relationship."

No? Then I probably

misunderstood you.

Probably...

but perhaps you know more

about this Vic's associations.

The physical relationships of my boys

have nothing to do with me.

And even if someone had killed Vic...

in connection with one of these

adventures, I wouldn't be informed.

Of course, Lieutenant,

but it would be possible...

that you might have heard

something about it, wouldn't it?

You must be joking.

I don't spy on my men.

Besides, take it from me.

These young people, when they get

involved with shady individuals...

they certainly don't

like to talk about it.

I believe these meetings...

are enveloped in dark secrets.

These shady characters

are extremely well-organized.

You seem to have given this particular

matter quite a bit of thought.

It only seems like it.

Basically, I'm not at all interested

in this kind of thing.

Really?

By the way, has your alibi

been checked out yet?

My alibi?

But of course. You can

check your files on that.

Are you sure?

All the best, Lieutenant.

All the best.

Do I have charms

which might conquer another?

And who, besides myself, has been

conquered by Querelle's charms?

How could I become him?

I push up my pajama sleeves...

to keep them from getting

in my way when I jerk off.

This simple motion

makes a man out of me.

Thus I appear as a lion tamer

before Querelle.

But all of this

will end tragically.

Have the cops questioned you?

Yeah, but I didn't say a word.

What was there to say?

Right.

And Paulette?

What's Paulette doing now?

Nothing special.

She still hasn't

gone back to work.

She just sits around the house.

Did you talk to her about me?

I don't think that's a good idea.

It's too dangerous. Paulette can't

always keep her trap shut.

Your picture was in the paper.

They say you've got that sailor

on your conscience too.

Says who?

The police.

It was in the paper.

Bullshit!

They don't believe

that fairy tale themselves.

They found your lighter

next to the corpse.

My lighter?

God, I must have lost that ages ago,

didn't I?

- I think so.

- There, you see?

Boy, your sister!

Could I do with

a piece of her right now!

She's so cute.

- She looks like me.

- I know.

But she's prettier.

If I were holding her

like I'm holding you now...

I'd make out with her

like crazy.

Too bad you're not a girl.

Really?

You're definitely

as pretty as a girl.

What's the matter?

Scared?

No.

What then?

What do you think I want?

You don't feel safe

with a guy like me...

do you?

What do you mean?

If I didn't, I wouldn't

have come here, would I?

Right.

You've got to see Robert.

I've been thinking this over.

He and his friends might be able

to help me get out of here.

Okay, Gil.

I'll try to get

in contact with Robert.

I think it's better you leave now.

- Yes?

- Come over here.

I know you.

You're that friend ofTurko's.

Gil Turko, the one

who committed the murder.

Don't you know me?

Yeah, you're Querelle...

Robert's brother.

Right.

Thought I might be able to help

your friend if he's still in Brest.

What do you think?

Well, since you're Robert's brother...

I'll be right back.

An uneasiness filled Querelle,

troubling his mind.

For the first time he was

going to meet another criminal...

a murderer of his own stature with whom

he would be able to talk business.

I met Querelle.

You know, Robert's brother?

He wants to help you.

Should I bring him here?

Sure! Why didn't you

bring him in the first place?

- I thought that...

- Hurry up! Get him!

It's okay. Come with me.

- Thanks, kid.

- My name's Roger. Roger Bataille.

Thanks, Roger. Roger Bataille.

Now, in this abandoned prison...

Querelle was to meet

a young fellow who had killed.

This thought filled

him with tenderness.

The murderer was an awkward kid...

a murderer for nothing.

A fool.

But, thanks to Querelle, he would be

adorned with a true murder.

Tell me...

why did you

knock that sailor off?

I don't understand that.

Come on. Tell me.

Why did you do that to the sailor?

He didn't do it.

- If he didn't, who did?

- Word of honor. I didn't do it.

I can't tell you who did it,

but I swear...

it wasn't me.

The paper said you did it.

I believe you...

but you'll never

convince the police.

They found your lighter

next to the body.

Get out, Roger. Get lost!

I can't stand another minute

of you today. Get the hell out!

I lost my lighter.

I didn't even notice it.

How can a lighter

be so important?

Finally I know why you won't let

the other girls wear black lingerie.

Why?

Because you alone are

ennobled by this black.

It makes you so beautiful...

gives you a solemn air...

and at the same time

you are unbearably hot.

Do I make you hot?

Want to see?

Okay, get started.

You're alone in the world.

The night lies

over the solitude...

of an endless space.

Like a double mirror image

of your brother...

you live in your double solitude.

You upset me.

There's no reason to hide it.

Your similarity does me in.

I'm sick of your obscenities.

Right?

Your obscenities.

Don't you think I know?

I'm sick of it.

All you ever look at

is yourselves.

I'm not even there for you.

Who am I then?

Where do I fit in?

You only live

in your brother's eyes.

Inside your brother,

and he lives inside of you.

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