Sous le soleil de Satan Page #4

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...at Vauroux pond to drown myself.

You can see the chateau from there.

It's silly, I know..

What are you scared of?

Sometimes my wife

comes home without warning.

Do you believe in hell?

Mouchette, don't be silly!

Stop it! you can be so annoying!

You believe in hell?

Of course not.

I knew it.

You fear your wife, but not hell.

You're so stupid!

Enough! Shut up or leave!

Now you wish you'd put Mouchette out.

She'd be in the pond now.

her little mouth full of mud,

safely silent.

Coward!

You fear your wife,

but not me! Why not me?

Because you're a good girl.

No doubt.

From Mouchette you want only pleasure.

You just proved that.

But Mouchette's baby...!

It's not my child!

I didn't ask you to recognize it.

We're both at the bottom

of the same pit.

What pit?

Who suspects Mr. Gallet makes love

to a girl of 16?

Two-timing your wife here

is half your fun.

You like troubled water.

In my Vauroux pond

I see odd creatures..

Like centipedes, only longer.

They float on the clear surface,

then suddenly dive.

A cloud of mud rises.

We're like those bugs.

Hidden from the fools by a cloud:

our big secret.

When you realize that,

we'll love each other.

What do you mean?

Listen:

You're not the father!

Guess who is?

Cadignan...the Marquis de Cadignan!

Kiss my hand!

Go on, kiss my hand!

It's the hand that killed him.

This is insane!

You're upset and having

an early pregnancy.

Is this a joke?

Believe what you like!

I killed him.

What day? The 27th

What time? 5 A.M.

I can still see the clock.

I took his gun. It was on the table.

I didn't know it was loaded.

I fired when the muzzle touched him.

Convinced now?

The inquest is over, the verdict given.

I'm not judging you.

Seducing minors has its drawbacks.

I'm your friend.

You can talk to me.

You didn't go home

on the night of the 26th?

What a question!

Your father?

Asleep. Sneaking out was easy.

-How'd you get back?

-Same way.

But the next day, when they heard...?

They thought it was suicide,

as everyone did.

You killed him and ran away?

To the pond, to wash my shoes.

I examined the body.

It looked like suicide.

Such close range...

Under the chin...

I was so much shorter than he...

He came right toward me...

He wasn't scared...

It weighed too much on my mind.

You're mad!

I don't believe a word of it!

It's true!

I can't live or breathe

because of that awful lie.

Now I've told all!

You had a bad dream, Mouchette.

If I doubt my own mind..

what can I believe?

Why reject the word of

a repentant killer? I do repent.

If you doubt my "dream"

I'll tell it to everyone.

Alright, let's drop it.

I scared you, huh?

A bit. You're so nervous

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