All language subtitles for Lady Chatterleys Lover_full xx

I'll race you!

Get up!

Let's go and tell everyone.

War there!

War there!

Why do you always beat me, huh?

Connie, I won.

I knew you would.

You'll never beat me as usual.

So what was the bet this time?

The old man.

In honor of having the first dance with
the new Lady Chatterley.

This one's pretty enough.

But I understand.

She's the daughter of an artist.

She's just what Clifford and this old
house needs.

She's alive in the way the others never
could be.

Necessity knows no law, my friends.

Politics, politics.

How to ruin an evening?

Invite a German to a party.

Anton, we're not enemies yet.

But the situation is very serious.

Please, Anton, not this evening.

Why don't you dance with my wife?

With pleasure.

Excuse me.

Have

your attention, please.

My friends.

I'm sorry to interrupt the dance.

But I'm sure you'll all want to hear the
news.

For the last 24 minutes England has been
at war with Germany.

Let us drink to England.

England.

England.

And to Germany.

Of course.

To Germany.

And to England.

Germany.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, auntie.

You'll be back soon.

I shan't be long.

Goodbye, Hilda.

Goodbye.

Darling,

I'd rather you didn't come to the ship.

Are you sure?

Sure.

Cliff.

Take care of yourself.

Roberts.

Darling.

Should be back just in time for the
peasant season.

Come on, lads.

This one's still breathing, buddy.

You

can take a seat.

She looks in her pocket for a notebook and
pencil.

Thank you, Lady Bracknell.

I prefer standing.

Lady Bracknell.

Pencil and notebook in hand.

I feel bound to tell you that you are not
down on my list of eligible young men.

Although I have the same list as all the
other young men in England.

As the dear Duchess of Bolton has.

We work together, in fact.

However, I'm quite ready to
enter your name, should your

answers be what a really
affectionate mother requires.

Do you smoke?

Well, yes.

I must admit, I smoke.

I'm glad to hear it.

10.30.

It's time to go to bed, darling.

Dear, dear.

Another day gone.

Thank you, darling.

Good morning.

Fritchley Hall, the beautiful
country home of Lord and

Lady Stuart, is to be
offered for sale in September.

And it's rumoured that Shipley, near
Matlock, may also suffer the same fate.

It's as if the whole world is collapsing
around us.

What's that, darling?

They want to sell Fritchley Hall and
Shipley.

Oh, yes.

No.

I suppose the one thing pushes out the
other.

But what about us, here, this house?

Everything changes, except change itself.

I fancy a cigar is called for.

I can manage.

Thank you, Field.

That'll be all for this evening.

Very good, sir.

I think you're wonderful.

I do, really.

Why?

The way you are with Clifford.

I think it's wonderful, really.

Poor boy.

So crippled as he is.

Not more than half a man, you might say.

Of course, it's the right half for a woman
like me.

He can be so witty and entertaining.

But for a young wife, I'm not so sure at
all.

Here's one of mine.

Thank you.

I have one of my own.

I was very young when I married Richard.

We wanted reform, politics, all that sort
of thing.

And we got it.

But here, since he died,
even though there are

other children, I feel
I've lived for nothing.

It's a dreadful feeling to
know that you're bound

to die without having the
things you were born for.

Die?

Who's gonna die?

I've been there and back.

Immortality.

What are we born for?

It seems to me that we are born for so
many things.

Or perhaps we're not born for anything at
all.

It's just a matter of making up our minds.

Immortality.

Immortality.

I think women should experiment more.

Get what you want in your youth.

Nothing is so bad about
a woman getting on

in years than the
thought that she's missed.

Good night, dear.

I'm leaving early in the morning so I
shan't see you again.

Oh.

There's nothing so sad or futile as an
elderly woman possessed by vain regrets.

Connie.

I need to talk to you.

Sit down a moment.

You know, you're the worst loser in a
sense.

Darling.

I depend on you.

Live on you.

But you're denied a very serious part of
life.

And the fact you are
denied it may work inside

you subconsciously and
cause you a lot of harm.

But you know I need you as much as you
need me.

You did want me before all this,
didn't you?

Of course.

I know.

And it's bitter.

You see, I don't want you to feel you've
brought me a sacrifice.

Connie, I must tell you this.

If ever there's another man who you
absolutely want to make love to you, take him.

Have a lover if you want to.

Look.

A casserole.

Don't ever forget I love you.

Hey!

Hey, come on here!

Come here, girl.

Come on up!

I'm sorry about the dog, sir.

Don't worry.

She's a good girl.

Look, while you're here, will you give me
a push back to the house?

Yes, sir.

My lady.

Oh, hello.

Thank you, Mellers.

Do you need some help?

Hmm?

No, nearly done, though.

How did we do last year?

Hmm?

Not bad, considering.

Even the pheasants sold quite well.

What about the mine?

Shouldn't you open it again?

I heard that coal is...
Not the right time, Connie.

Not the right time at all.

Connie!

It's all right, darling.

Don't worry.

I'm sick and tired of these records,
darling.

Could you play me something like you used
to?

What would you like me to play?

Whatever you like.

You know the one.

The one you play so well.

All right, then.

Oh, Clifford.

Call for Dr. Christie.

Okay.

The doctor's on his way.

But it's not the doctor.

It's a nurse.

I'm Mrs. Bolton.

Yes, come in.

I came as quickly as I could.

Good Lord, Lady Chatterley.

You look ill, too.

No, I'm fine.

Far from fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Good afternoon, Mr. Clifford.

Ah, Mrs. Bolton.

I'm perfectly all right.

I've told everyone that.

I'll decide, if you don't mind.

Now, what seems to be the trouble?

Oh, nothing new.

Just the same old nonsense.

It's my shoulders this time.

And what's left of my damn spine.

This weather's a godsend, if you ask me.

Providing we don't get a flood the way we
did in 15.

We won't.

It'll clear up before the week's out.

Isn't there anything I can do?

You should show me in case it happens
again.

We'll see.

You can do something, Con.

Go and find out where the melles have
started setting eggs under the birds.

We did well last year.

I want to do even better this year.

Clifford, that's not important now.

Fresh air and healthy activity.

That's my prescription for you,
my lady.

Pain is nothing to be afraid of.

It's just the body's way of telling us
that something's amiss.

That better?

Right, on your back.

Connie, you're back early.

What did Mela say?

I couldn't find him.

Oh, Connie, I can't ask you to do the
simplest thing.

That's for you, my lady.

What is it?

Just some quinine and herbs.

Hope it's not a love potion.

Oh, by the way, Mrs. Bolton is spending
the night.

Could you organize a blue room for her?

Of course.

Drink up.

You've had a tiring day, Sir Clifford.

And you must get some rest.

Thank you, Mrs. Bolton.

I'll look after my husband.

Certainly, my lady.

Good night, Sir Clifford.

Good night, my lady.

Good night.

Thank you.

Now, what's so funny?

The adventures of Haji Baba.

He's repelled by the naked faces of
English women.

Oh?

If only they'd covered their faces, what
fire of passion would run through his body.

That's amusing.

Perhaps it's a pity that we never see
anything of people but their face.

After all, the worst part of most people
is their face.

You mean if we covered our faces and
walked about naked?

Like Renoir.

Why not?

And a torso in sculpture is often so
lovely without a head.

It has a life of its own.

Hmm.

Perhaps.

Sorry if I was unpleasant this afternoon.

Good

morning, my lady.

And the bishop moves this way.

Yes?

That's right.

And the knight moves one ahead and two
diagonally.

You look beautiful.

What are you going to do today?

Nothing in particular.

Well, if you've nothing better to do,
why don't you try again?

Try what?

Find out about the pheasant's eggs.

If you want me to.

Thank you, darling.

There.

You're very quick.

That I am, sir.

Oh!

Hey!

Oh!

Come on, lay down.

Hello?

What can I do for you?

Sir Pippard wants to know when you'll set
the eggs.

Already started.

It's all under control.

Be better than last year.

Tell him.

May I?

If you'd like.

It's very pleasant here.

You think so?

Yes.

I shall come here and see the birds.

Watch them grow.

Will you now?

Are there two keys to the hut?

Do you hear me?

There's only one key.

Wouldn't you have one made?

Aye, we could.

Only why doesn't Sir Clifford build a
little summer house for you?

No, I want to come here and watch the
pheasants hatch.

I've to be here on my own now that birds
are laying 19 to dozen.

I shan't interfere.

So, have you thought birds don't like
strangers round?

I want a key.

When can I have it?

How many bosses am I reckoned to have
round here nowadays anyway?

Then don't make a key.

On second thoughts, I don't believe I ever
want to be here again.

Clifford, I gave Mellors your message.

Oh, what's this?

I've decided to try my hand again.

Thinking of Renoir.

What a good idea.

Of course, I was never very good.

I wonder what I'll see now after all has
happened.

Well, there's always me.

If I start on portraits, you'll have to
join the queue.

Mrs. B's already asked.

How can she?

She's going to stay here for a while.

Nothing serious, is it?

No.

She just thought if she was here,
it'd free you more.

She's going to give me my exercises,
so she may as well be on the spot.

It's marvelous, isn't it?

Marvelous?

Mrs. Bolton, you'll be staying with us for
a while.

That's good.

I think it's for the best.

Did you find Mr. Mellors today?

I certainly did.

He's the most insolent man I've ever
talked to.

He was a defiant little demon,
even when he was a lad.

You know him, then?

As much as anyone knows anyone who prefers
to keep his own company.

I used to think he had a heart,
if anybody could get there.

A heart?

With most women, he just gets their backs
up, like he has with you.

No, that's a cheat.

You can't do that.

You're cheating, Mrs. B.

Take a card, thank you.

No, that's you.

My go, my go.

Jack.

Ah.

Card change.

I'm tired.

I think I'll go up.

Good night, Mrs. Bolton.

Good night, my lady.

Good night, darling.

Good night.

Ten.

Ten.

Eight and change.

Change the suit?

Yes, change the suit.

What do you want?

Clubs.

Clubs.

Clifford, I have a problem.

You said I should take a lover.

Ah, want me to choose one for you,
do you?

No, but what if I should have a child?

Would you mind if I had a child?

If you had whose child?

I don't know.

Would you mind?

Couldn't you promise it would be by the
Holy Ghost?

Would you mind?

Whose child?

But need you ask?

Isn't it the Holy Ghost if one looks at it
that way?

All right, my dear.

Breathe.

It's nature's law.

I trust my son and heir will have a father
worthy of a future baronet.

But I trust your taste, of course.

It is a sacrifice.

For both of you.

A sacrifice to what?

To God's will.

For once, can't you
come out from under your

pieties and speak to me
as a man to a woman?

You want me to condone something you have
done?

No.

Perhaps if you look upon things as a period
of trial, in time you will find your way.

Good afternoon, Father.

Good afternoon.

A period of trial.

Keep still, Mrs. B.

This is hard enough without you fidgeting
all the time.

Well, see you.

Not bad.

Do you want to play seriously?

If you like.

I'd like to win.

I haven't quite got the hang of playing
this way.

Well, it'll be a change for me to win.

I hear you did something rather out of
character today.

Oh?

Went to church, did you?

Yes.

What on earth for?

I thought I'd book an appointment with the
Holy Ghost.

My lady.

Sit.

Yes, my lass?

Got that key for you, my lady.

Was it a lot of trouble?

No, how could it be?

Were no trouble.

Thank you, then.

Come on.

Good morning, darling.

Morning.

Morning.

Am I late?

No, no, not at all.

Did you sleep well, my lady?

Thank you, Mrs. Bolden.

Well, I think I'll have some breakfast,
then.

Yes.

See you later.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Hello.

Hello.

Shame about Sir Clifford, doesn't it,
Mrs. B?

Fair young wife and all this land.

And no children to pass it on to.

That shows how little you know.

Sir Clifford's getting stronger every
time.

Thank you, Robert.

That will be all.

My prescription certainly seems to have
worked, my lady.

Yes, you've done wonders for Sir Clifford.

No, I meant fresh air, healthy activity.

It's not much of a life for a woman if her
heart never works.

Of course, there's many who have no real
hearts.

But if you've got a heart, you don't want
to live for money and things.

I'm sure you're right.

If there's something about you, my lady,
it makes one say more than one should.

It's because you're a true woman and a
body's heart burns for you, not against you.

I know you wouldn't do anything against
me.

Neither shall anyone else if I can help
it.

Good girl.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

You weren't ill then?

No, nurse went away, so I stayed with Sir
Clifford.

Uh-huh.

I see.

Oh, what lovely soft creatures.

Aye.

Pretty young things.

Come, baby thing.

Gently do this.

Oh, they don't like me.

Oh, then we'll find one that does.

Come on.

Hey.

It's not worth crying for.

Hey.

It's not worth crying for.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

It's all right.

Oh.

Oh.

Mm.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Mm.

Oh.

Beautiful.

Mm.

It's beautiful.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Ini...

I'm sorry I'm late.

Why don't I do that today?

You're excused, Field.

Very good, my lady.

What a nice idea.

Want a game in a minute?

I don't want to beat you again.

You won't today.

I've been practicing.

Don't go, Mrs. Bolton.

Excuse me, my lady.

Please, join us.

You're part of the family now.

Thank you.

How do you like your tea?

Very strong.

Lots of sugar.

Strong, sweet tea.

I got the taste from my husband.

Is it many years since he died?

I was 24.

How awful.

Yes, same age you were widowed,
Con.

Now, Sir Clifford, we're going to get you
back on your feet.

Aren't we?

Yes, Mrs. B.

I don't know how you lived through it.

No, I didn't think I could.

But the heart makes up for a lot.

And God knows, but I'll never forget him.

I believe he'd never have left me.

And I'll never leave him.

A lesson to us all, Con.

I mean, that's very touching, Mrs. B.

You'll never leave me, will you,
Con?

Clifford, once a wife in your heart,
always a wife, I say.

Come on, Mrs. B.

I can't think straight.

I've spent all my money.

It's late.

Don't complain.

Check.

Very good.

It must be daylight now.

You can go to bed if you like.

Oh, open the curtains before you leave,
would you?

Where are you taking all this?

Sir Clifford's instructions, madam.

Bury it all in the attic, he said,
my lady.

Where is he?

In the library, my lady.

Thank you, Phil.

I believe that now is the right time.

But we simply must have the pits
modernized.

Especially the Oakwood pit.

Because that we can exploit down to the
last possibility.

Once we've... Good
morning, everybody.

Gentlemen, my wife.

How do you do?

Darling, would you let us talk in peace,
please?

Now, where were we?

Sit down.

Hello?

No.

Have I done something wrong?

No.

You think you've lured yourself with me?

No.

Push.

Good.

And the other side.

And push.

Push.

You must strengthen these shoulders.

And rest.

Do you really think there's hope,
Mrs. B?

Do you trust me?

Yes, Mrs. B.

Well then, try again.

Lift.

And push.

Good.

Good.

Good.

And rest.

Good.

Oh, you're lovely to me.

I read something one day.

I will experience everything in life.

So on the final journey to my death,
the nights will not be haunted by regret.

So no need to cry.

Don't worry.

It's really happiness.

Where are the others?

Sir Clifford is working in the library and
asks not to be disturbed.

Mrs. Bolton is taking a nap.

Oh, well, it'll be just for me then.

Yes, milady.

This magazine came for you.

Connie.

My darling Connie.

Are you happy?

Why?

Because you look so adorable.

I couldn't bear it if you were unhappy.

So kind.

I honestly think I should have died.

They should have let me.

Clifford, don't.

If something is lost, it needn't be all
lost, need it?

There's no reason for me to live if nobody
else wants me to live.

Just seeing you there then, I thought
you'd be better off if I were dead.

And perhaps you knew it.

I don't want you to die.

But it is cruel to make me responsible for
your living.

You want to live, don't you?

Darling, I'm sorry.

I'm a real brute.

For my selfish sake, I'm not worthy of
you.

Wait here, Mellis.

What are you doing here?

Yes, Mellis.

What is it?

I caught a couple of poachers,
Sir Clifford.

With snares and rabbits.

Just come dormant.

Where are they?

Outside, Sir.

What should I do about them?

Prosecute.

Yes, Sir.

Is it really necessary to prosecute them?

Is it really necessary to poach rabbits?

Or anything else, for that matter?

We'd have them all over the wood if we
didn't show them the law.

You were colliers, weren't you?

Yes, my lady.

You see, they're only poaching because
they're hungry.

If the money... Her
ladyship is right.

We won't prosecute.

Let them go.

After you've thrashed them.

Clifford!

He'll thrash them.

Though he'll consider his employment here
ended.

Quack!

Quack!

Thank you, Mullers.

You're late.

I meant to be.

Didn't you want me to be here?

Is it only to be when you want it to be
now?

Well, no, but... And what
happened to those poachers?

That doesn't bother you?

Well, it didn't seem to bother you.

Well, should I have disobeyed Sir
Clifford's orders?

Oh, you would have beaten them anyway.

Here, even so.

Even so, my lady.

Hey, I'm sorry.

That's enough now.

Faster today.

A couple more.

That's good.

To be honest, when we started,
I thought it was hopeless.

But now, I think you can do it.

What happens if you have a child?

I should like to have a child.

What about Sir Clifford?

Clifford talked about it.

He wants a son and heir.

What?

He knows about me.

No.

And if you have a child, you'll tell him
then?

If he ever suspects about you,
I'll have to go right away somewhere.

What for?

I've got to go.

I couldn't live without you.

But I couldn't live with him if he knew
about you.

I

couldn't live with him if he knew about
you.

I wouldn't fret if you went away and never
was to see me again.

Yes, I'd mind.

I'd fret.

Should you mind?

Aye, that I would.

I should like you to lie one night with me
at my cottage.

Just for once.

Yes.

I must go now.

Sorry, my lady.

Oh, where's Sir Clifford?

He's in the library.

Perhaps he didn't hear.

I'll tell him.

Oh, my lady?

Yes?

Aren't you coming in to dinner?

Yes, yes.

I'm starving.

I just want to finish with these plans.

What is it?

A mind?

I can't father a dynasty.

I can't paint like Renoir.

It has to be business, Con.

Immortality must be the name, Chatterley.

We start with the mind.

Are you listening to me?

Yes, yes.

We'll have to make sacrifices at first,
of course.

In income and capital.

Because we have to modernise.

Good night, Clifford.

Good night, Con.

Sleep well.

Good night.

I was scared you wouldn't come today.

What do you come to a fellow like me for?

Because you can take it or leave it as you
please.

I saw you once, washing.

I thought you were beautiful.

Me?

Your body was beautiful.

I wanted you.

My body beautiful?

To you.

As knows all the tip-top young fellas.

I don't mean handsome.

Oh, handsome is as handsome does.

But you don't take me serious,
do you?

What am I to you?

What do your sorts say?

A fucker.

No, lover.

You are my lover.

Aye.

You wouldn't marry me if you was free.

You wouldn't want me to.

If you weren't above me, I should.

But you're above.

You look down on me.

No, I'm grateful to you.

And me.

I am too.

This is extra, but I don't mean this.

No.

When I wait, I look across the grounds,
and you don't come.

I say, she wants none of you today,
lad.

You best hang up your gun and go home.

I...

You think nothing of me.

I do.

Not me.

I...

It's this you enjoy.

Oh, yeah.

And that's all.

And that's all.

Yeah.

Yes.

No, you're wrong.

I do love you.

And I want to sleep with you in your
cottage.

And I will.

When?

I want you to tell me my body is
beautiful.

I would be your wife, but I can't leave
Clifford.

He understands I need somebody.

You... Don't you
understand I need him?

What would he say if he knew it were me?

I don't know.

I'll never tell him.

No, you'd never tell him.

Because you know you'd lose him right
enough.

It's nothing to do with your class or my
class.

Oh, it's got everything to do with it.

Everything.

Then we'd better say goodbye.

Oh, you've given me more than I've ever
given you.

You must really hate me.

I mustn't come here anymore.

Wait a bit!

I don't want you to go.

Say you'll always come back here.

Say something that will keep till you come
back here again.

What shall I say?

Say you'll never break it off between us.

I never will.

Then let's make it legal.

Will you drive your nail into this tree
for good and for all?

Yes.

When will you stop the night with me?

Soon.

What are you doing?

I've been watching the sunset.

That's a good ride.

Where are you going today?

I'm going to the woods.

See if the chicks have hatched.

Why have you brought him here?

I thought you were going to be my wife in
the woods.

And he's in the rest of the world.

It was his idea to come here.

Well, he knows.

He can't.

He must be suspicious.

Connie!

You'd better come to the cottage soon,
just in case.

Tonight.

Bye.

Tonight.

Connie!

Where the devil are you?

I'm coming.

It's all right.

I thought I was going to sink in.

That's all.

We're stuck.

Mellus!

Mellus!

Ah, Mellus.

Am I caught up somewhere?

I should say, you are, sir.

Shall I give you a push?

No.

Let the motor do it.

I'll try again.

Now,

let's put your back into it, man!

The gears have gone.

You'll have to push me in neutral.

We'll give him a hand, Connie.

Whew!

It's a shame to be the mercy of anyone.

Mrs. Bolton, could you send for Newman?

Don't bother him.

Mellus can carry me.

Can't you, Mellus?

Yes, sir.

Oh, Connie.

Tidy my chair away, will you?

Not too heavy, am I, Mellus?

Don't touch those.

Thanks awfully, Mellus.

Thank you, sir.

Did you enjoy your walk?

Yes, thank you very much.

He's really quite a good sword.

Don't you think?

Mrs. B, ask Field to run me a bath,
will you?

Though he thinks he's the whole hill of
beans, as the Americans say.

Oh.

People like him, even Mrs. Bolton, nice
as she is, they've no real respect for us.

For what we've got, perhaps.

Not what we are.

Ought they to?

Do we respect them for what they are?

What are they, apart from what they do for
us?

Would you raise a shout about his immortal
soul?

He's just so much live human meat.

Thank you, Mrs. B.

So you've come, then?

Obviously.

Is it all right?

You wanted to come.

Of course, otherwise I wouldn't.

I'm glad you did.

It's cozy in here.

They're pretty.

Ah, the flowers.

So that's what she looks like.

Who?

It is your wife, isn't it?

How do you know?

I know a lot about you, one way or
another.

Well, we didn't come here to talk about
her.

No.

But I have to think about her.

After all, you must have liked her once.

She ran off.

She's not my wife now.

So there's an end to it.

Connie?

You're crazy.

You look a figure out here.

Am I still beautiful?

Aye.

Under the moon.

You're more of the moon than this world.

Oh, the sky is real.

The woods are real.

And you are real.

I am your wife, in other words.

Aye, my wife, anyway.

I never had a wife before.

I never knew what a woman was like before.

Hmm.

We've time.

Now I know what it's really like to sleep
with someone.

Hmm?

What?

Oh, nothing.

Hmm.

I should go now.

Stay with me.

It's cold.

Oh, what's wrong?

What sort of a man am I?

Running around at the beck and call of a
paralyzed man and fucking his wife?

Shh!

Aye, and you?

What sort of a mate am I for you?

I know you like me, but how can you
respect me except for fucking?

And almost anyone would do for that.

Here.

No other man would do for that.

I can't go among your sort of people and
you can't come down to mine.

Does it matter, all that social stuff?

Aye.

It matters.

This much?

This much?

You must go.

We'll have another time like this.

Clifford.

You could tell me it's all untrue.

Go ahead, Connie.

Take a man if you wish only.

Never leave me.

A man, Connie.

Not a damned... Peasant?

Slave?

What if you got pregnant, my lady?

Think of that.

Think of me.

Think of the future.

I thought of who it might be, but that
damned Oliver Mellors.

Oliver, is it?

You never even asked his name.

I've made all the arrangements for you.

Sent a telegram to your
sister telling her you'll be on the

10.30 train to London and the
3.30 boat train on from Victoria.

We both need time to think.

Have a good journey, my lady.

Thank you, Field.

Could you do something for me?

Please tell Mellors.

Darling, if I left my husband,
you can leave yours.

You've already made the first move with
this gamekeeper chap.

Why are the second, third, and fourth
moves so difficult?

It's not as easy for me as it is for you.

I don't like seeing you like this.

I'll make you smile again.

Can you wait for me here, please?

Honey, look what I have found for you.

Which one do you want?

Have them both.

I'll see you later.

Are you listening to me?

How can you stand it here all the time?

I quite enjoy it here.

It makes my dilemma seem even more
difficult.

Dilemma?

This letter's arrived for you.

I hope that it's good news.

I'll see you in a minute.

.

.

We're coming.

Come on.

Come on, Cody.

Come on.

Honestly, Connie, you're such a bore.

Clifford arranges it all perfectly by
sending you into exile, and all you do is

moon around doing the exact opposite of
what everyone else wants to do.

Pregnant women are allowed the occasional
whim.

You can't be pregnant.

I am.

I've seen a doctor.

Oh, absolutely awful.

Well, I think it's the best thing that
ever could have happened to me.

Don't be silly.

What are we going to do with you?

And eat?

Get me back to England.

Clifford!

Wait.

Welcome back, my lady.

Hello.

Isn't it simply wonderful?

And all Mrs. B is doing.

My encouragement, perhaps, Sir Clifford.

Your willpower.

Be careful!

Careful?

Are you all right?

It's the devil of an effort.

But really worth it.

Going down the mine was the real triumph.

What?

I wrote you about it.

Didn't you get my letters?

I wrote you about everything.

Oliver.

My lady.

Oh, he don't work here no more.

Was it anything important?

No, thank you.

I'm sorry to have troubled you.

What's happened to Mellon?

He's gone, my lady.

Sir Clifford dismissed him.

I see.

Clifford, you'd better tell me everything.

About what?

Mellors.

Mellors?

Connie, I wrote you about it.

It was all in my letters.

Cliff, I didn't read your blasted letters.

Now tell me everything.

I thought you didn't answer them because
of that.

Then when I heard you were coming back,
I thought you'd forgiven me.

Because of what?

He really didn't want to stay,
you know.

You sent me away and you dismissed him.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe it.

I didn't want you to become too fond of
him.

I know what we agreed about you having a
lover.

But I did it because of you.

To save you, Payne.

After all, we did talk about a son and
heir.

And if you'd started to see
too much of him, who knows

what sort of little bastards
I'd have to give my name to.

Your name?

Con, darling, surely you can understand my
position.

Clifford, I'm pregnant.

He's the father.

And your name be damned.

What are you doing here?

I just got back today.

Did you now?

What do you want?

Please.

Look, it can't be the way it was.

So there's an end to it.

Don't you want me anymore?

I want to be with you.

I don't want to miss you all my life.

Well, if you hate me, how can you work
here and still slave for the Chatterleys?

Have you never heard of Canada?

What?

Canada.

14 pounds a week when I get there.

And I'm working to earn my fare.

Now, you've got to listen to me.

I've got it all planned out.

No.

How can you like the likes of me?

Oliver, I'm pregnant.

Oh, damn you.

So you've got what you want.

And Sir Clifford gets a child.

No.

It will have my maiden name or your name.

There will be no other Chatterley.

Clifford will be the last.

And I'll leave him, whether you come with
me or not.

And where will we go?

What will we do?

What will I do?

You could run your own farm.

How?

We could use my income.

No.

No.

Can't you see you live like a slave?

I've made myself free and you can be too.

I'll not be a kept man.

And our child, no class.

The best of you, the best of me.

Do you remember?

My nights will not be haunted by regrets.

So, you really think I'm beautiful?

You are.

How long to go?

Seven months.

We'll see.

We'll see.