Querelle Page #7

There.

- Motherf***er!

- Hitting a defenseless girl.

If you were a real man...

Watch out, guys, he's got a knife.

Don't be crazy.

This is pure madness.

I don't want you to get involved

in this kind of business.

Put away your knife.

Come on.

Come with me.

You're a pal.

All the others are a**holes,

but you're a pal.

Whatever you want from me,

it's yours.

Be quiet. If an officer

were to come along...

I don't give a f***!

As far as I'm concerned,

you're all there is.

Stop yelling!

You're going to wind up

in the brig!

I'd be very sad

if you went to prison.

Really?

You're just saying that.

You're an officer.

What do you care?

You know perfectly well

it isn't so.

I'm on the brink of a shame

from which no man ever rises.

But only in that shame

will I find my everlasting peace.

I am so weak.

I've been conquered.

Totally conquered.

And my thoughts are sad.

I have feelings of autumn...

soilings...

fine mortal wounds in me.

I will never find peace

until you take me.

It must be done

so that afterwards...

I can lie across your thighs

like a Piet...

cradling a dead Jesus.

That's the guy who shot me.

I recognize him.

Querelle, finally!

Why did you keep me

waiting so long?

You want to hurt me?

Destroy me?

My longing for you...

is so strong...

so deep...

endless.

What's all this about?

Why are you crying?

Because you've been longing for me?

Do you know

who you've been longing for?

Your husband's boyfriend.

His piece of ass.

Look at him! Big Nono!

The best stallion that ever existed!

- That can't be true!

- Why shouldn't it be true?

Cut it out, kid.

There's no point in it.

You f***ed with Nono...

only because...

you love your brother madly, right?

More and more, Lysiane was

left out of the game.

All that was most beautiful and

most incredible took place without her.

Believe whatever you want.

So, kid, you're nothing more

than a fairy, right?

- What's so funny about it?

- Nothing.

Except that makes

Nono a fairy too!

I think that's pretty funny.

- And Robert?

- What do I care about Robert?

- I'm me!

- You're disgusting!

You're my enemy!

You've destroyed me.

You have mysterious powers.

They multiply infinitely.

You're not a human being.

You don't belong to this earth!

When looking at Querelle,

Lysiane had already lost that feeling...

fencers call

"the fraternity of the sword. "

She was alone.

I know now...

why I feel so abandoned.

Querelle's inner harmony

was indestructible...

because it was sealed

in that heaven of heavens...

where beauty unites with beauty.

What's with you?

I was wrong!

You haven't got a brother.

You understand?

I made a mistake.

Do you hear me?

You haven't got a brother.

He hasn't got a brother at all.

His birth certificate states...

"Born December 19, 1918,

10:
00 A.M.

Mother:
Gabrielle Genet.

Father:
unknown.

Apart from his books,

we know nothing about him.

Not even the date of his death...

which to him seems near.

Jean Genet. "

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