Querelle Page #5

There's no room

for me in between.

I'm at the door.

I'm too fat.

That's it. I'm too fat!

Her mind was clouded

by the extreme, precise...

indescribable melting of those

two muscular, sinewy bodies.

She tried to force

the soft, dissolving mass...

of her own sumptuous body

between them.

Robert...

my heart's delight...

I wish you'd be

alone with me once.

You make me unhappy.

I'm afraid for you.

Afraid you might not

be free anymore.

When Madame Lysiane

found herself before Querelle...

her gaze went to his fly

in spite of herself.

Perhaps this evening

the cloth would be less stiff...

would clearly outline

his cock and balls...

allowing Madame Lysiane to note a

difference between the two brothers.

She still hoped that the sailor's cock

would be smaller than Robert's.

Lysiane waited

a long time for love.

Men never did

get her all that excited.

It wasn't until she was around 40...

that she developed an appetite

for men with hard muscles.

When she enjoyed happiness,

she started to get horribly jealous.

But she didn't admit it.

She loves your brother.

Robert is her man.

The first real one, I think.

But when they make love,

they make it like gays...

and Lysiane despises gays.

You love each other.

You love each other

with your beauty.

I can't break you up.

You'll always find

your way back to each other.

You love your brother

more than me.

No way can I get around that.

That's the kind of misery...

that can only happen

to a woman my age.

I always remained indifferent...

to the desires

the others showed me...

but my mental chastity...

has built a field inside of me...

a field that can be easily sown...

with the seeds of the miraculous.

Having seen her that first day...

Querelle no longer thought

of looking at Lysiane.

But bit by bit,

with her usual authority...

she imposed herself upon him

and took possession of him.

Neither my brother nor I

is sufficiently in love with love...

to seek new experiences.

Nor do we need to satisfy

some hygienic urge.

Nono sees in his game

with Querelle an energetic...

somewhat boastful manifestation

of a horniness...

which he believes to have

discovered in Querelle.

There's nothing more to it than there

would be to an orgy in a monastery:

a bit of pleasant fun

in which Nono is also indulging...

because of his powerful shoulders.

I know I'm risking nothing...

because absolutely no emotion

clouds the purity of my game.

No passion.

It's a game without weight.

Two men having the time of their lives

by virtue of one of them...

without complication,

offering the other his ass.

Nono agreed to f*** Querelle

more or less to be nice.

It doesn't seem to him that

the sailor was in love with him...

but he needed that

to continue living.

Because of Querelle's strength,

Nono did not feel contempt for him.

You like f***ing me, don't you?

Why not? It isn't bad.

If I were to say I felt for you,

that would be a lie.

I've never understood how anybody

could fall in love with a man.

I could never fall

in love with a guy.

I let myself get f***ed

'cause I like it.

- Have you tried to f*** a guy?

- Never.

Not the least bit interested either.

But you don't mind

other guys f***ing you?

Why not?

Like I said,

it's just for the fun of it.

Nono doesn't love me...

but I feel more and more

that something new is happening.

A feeling binds me to Nono.

I would never admit that Nono

dominates me just because he fucks me.

But you can't keep

playing the same game every day...

without subsequently

giving in to it.

Beyond that, there's Lysiane.

My friendship with you

makes me happy.

For these reasons...

I've lost the desire to continue

playing this game with Nono.

Gil felt a strange emotion when,

for the first time in his life...

Gil felt a strange emotion when,

for the first time in his life...

he saw his name in the headlines.

It was on the front page.

At first he thought

the story was about someone else...

and at the same time

about himself alone.

Nevertheless,

the judges will realize...

Realize what?

What judges?

You're not thinking

of giving yourself up now?

That would be really idiotic.

You've been hiding out too long

for them not to believe you're guilty.

His name exposed him,

and exposed him completely naked.

This was glory...

terrible to be ashamed of it...

of entering it

through the door of contempt.

What have you got to lose?

If you steal something now,

it won't even go on your record.

What's a robbery next to a murder?

There isn't much a sailor

like me can do, but I've done it.

I looked for a likely safe place...

and I've found one.

Really?

If you had money...

you could buy some different clothes

and get out of here safely.

What's the plan?

My lieutenant has

an appointment today.

He always has

lots of cash on him.

And how's this

supposed to come out?

Easy.

Easy?

On his way, he'll pass

a pissoir he always uses.

He turns on to

the dirty graffiti in there.

Change into these.

No one will ever suspect you.

What if he tries to fight me off?

I mean...

He never fights.

He's too chicken for that.

He's just a big queen.

What if he does fight?

I thought of that.

You have to think of everything.

That's why I brought this.

A gun?

Only if push comes to shove.

You won't need it.

I'm sure of that.

That suit looks perfect on you.

You think so?

If I say so.

I'm gonna give you a mustache.

Perfect.

It's the pissoir between the dock

and the Catholic church.

Double brandy.

Hands up!

- What's all this about?

- Shut up!

Just hand over your briefcase

or I'll shoot.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Shut up and don't move.

Give me your cash

or I'll blow a hole in your guts.

Go ahead. Shoot.

Come on. Shoot!

Come on!

Okay?

Almost.

Almost?

What's that supposed to mean?

He didn't want

to hand over the cash.

I had to shoot!

And is he...

Just wounded him.

Hit him in the shoulder.

How much cash did he have?

Fifty thousand.

I threw the briefcase in the sea.

That's good.

That's very good.

And now?

I bought you a ticket to Bordeaux.

For when?

Today. 4:
20.

Already? Today?

Every second you stay in Brest

is dangerous.

Now you've got money.

You can take care of yourself.

Fifty thousand ought

to do you for a while.

I'm so lucky

you helped me out, Querelle.

- You know?

- Forget it.

You still gotta be careful

they don't catch you.

Can I trust you to keep your trap shut

if you do get nabbed?

Sure you can.

The cops will never get

anything out of me.

I never even heard of you.

Well, I better leave now.

Yeah, I guess you better.

Sorry about this, old buddy.

Really.

- I liked you.

- I like you too.

But we'll meet again.

I'll never forget you.

You say that now.

Life happens fast.

You've already forgotten me.

No way, pal.

Not at all.

I'm not that kind of guy.

Really?

You won't forget me?

If I say I won't,

you know I won't.

Funny what good friends

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