Querelle Page #3
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- 1982
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Okay, you can go now.
My brother will take
care of everything.
He's in Brest in the Feria.
In the Feria?
You got to be kidding.
They say the Feria's
You can't believe every
line of bullshit you hear.
You know just as well as I do
what they say.
What of it?
He's making it
with the patronne.
That cop is covered with jewels.
I've got my jewels,
but I don't show 'em off.
I hear the boss
So what, if he digs it?
If he asked you,
would you do it with him?
Why not, if I felt like it?
I've done worse sh*t
than that before.
If you saw my brother,
he'd turn you on too.
You'd get together with him.
I wouldn't dig it.
I'm telling you
you would.
Want a smoke?
Nono would like you.
You're a cute chicken.
He wouldn't have a chance with me.
And me?
Would I have better luck with you?
Cut that sh*t out!
Querelle listened to the drums and pipes
performing for him alone.
The offices for the dead.
He wrapped himself in prudence,
waited for the angel to strike.
In a very indistinct way, Querelle
sensed that everything was not finished.
He still had to accomplish
the final formality:
his own execution.
Tell me what turns you on about
Lysiane that makes you all excited.
Explain it to me.
That's simple enough.
I like her.
Okay, you know the rules of the game.
If you win, Lysiane is yours.
If I win, you're mine.
Twenty-nine.
Twenty-five.
You lose.
Death sentence.
What did you say?
Nothing.
We won't kiss.
Goes without saying.
I'll just give my ass.
That's all.
That's right.
That's all there is to it.
Are you ready?
You got to be careful, okay?
I don't think
this is exactly painless.
Don't worry. This isn't
the first time you've been f***ed.
This is the first time.
You just take my word for it.
Don't you try any
funny business with me.
Don't hand me that sh*t.
Not me.
Or do you think
I'm some kind of idiot?
Don't you think I saw you cheating
when we threw the dice?
That'll do.
Don't forget
I didn't ask you to do it.
Now lie down!
- You're wrong. I wanted your wife.
- Come on.
Good.
Were you a sailor?
- I was Zephir.
- Zephir?
Legionnaire in a
prison detachment.
Lie down on the table.
Come on.
It's gonna be fast.
That's how I like you.
This doesn't hurt.
I'll have to give you that.
You know your job.
Here goes nothing.
Morning, Lieutenant.
Hello, Querelle.
I must say, you're doing
a very good job.
Without even telling me,
you've offered to do another duty.
- Who ordered you to shovel coal?
- Nobody, sir.
Don't you find your job with me
a little more pleasant?
Sure, Lieutenant. Absolutely.
But this was a voluntary decision
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