All language subtitles for Lady Chatterley 1993 S1E2

This programme contains
some scenes of a sexual nature.

HAMMERING

How nice!
A little hose for the birds.

Bit of shelter, like.
It's so pretty.

Have the birds made their nests?
Aye.

There's a jenny wren's nest
over there. Oh, where? Show me.

I got that key you were asking for.

Have you?

Oh, how kind. I didn't
see you for a while,

so I thought you might not be
wanting it any more. Thank you.

Are you sure you won't mind
my being here?

Not if you don't mind me working.
No.

Mrs Bolton says
I must get out of the house.

I fret when I'm indoors

and when I'm here
and I feel you're somewhere about,

I feel safe, that's all.

I, er...

Well, you do as you please.
It's your own place.

Yes, but I didn't want to interfere
with you or seem to.

Oh, you won't be interfering
with me, milady.

Very well, then.

Where's the nest?

Just here, under the eaves.

Oh!

I wish I were a bird.

Do you?

What, such a little one as that?

It's the end of the day.

Aye.

Another.

Thank you for the key.

You're welcome, milady.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

DOOR OPENS

Would you mind drawing the curtains,
please, Mrs Bolton?

Oh, good morning, Sir Clifford.
Of course.

It's a lovely morning.

I should go out in your chair a bit
if I were you. Would you?

Well, perhaps I may...

and perhaps I may not.

Would you mind placing
that vase of spray carnations

where the light falls onto them?

No, no, no, on the piano there.

Careful! Um...a little forward.

To the right a little.

Ah, so!

Now I can see them at their best.

They're very beautiful,
don't you think?

Oh, they're lovely...

..and the scent is simply gorgeous.

No, their scent is what I object to.

Too funereal.

Do you think so?

Perhaps it is.

Shall I shave you now, Sir Clifford,
or would you rather shave yourself?

Um, don't know.

Do you mind returning when I ring?

Of course, Sir Clifford.

DOOR SHUTS

Mrs Bolton!

Um, I'd rather you shaved me.

Very good, Sir Clifford.

Oh, and you might tell her ladyship
that I'd like to speak to her.

I noticed her leaving the house
a few minutes ago, Sir Clifford.

Really?

It's good to see her active again,
isn't it?

Mmm.

I'll go and get your hot water now,
sir.

What happens to the pheasants?
Don't they miss their eggs?

I leave some in the wild,
but they'll lose a lot more
of their chicks

than I shall with these farmyard
hens. How many will hatch out?

60, 70-odd,

24 days after they set.

Next month!

Aye.

I'd like to be here.

Oh, things have changed
since the war.

This new breed of miners
aren't like their dads.

They're rough and selfish.

They spend every penny
on themselves -

smoking, drinking at the pub,

jaunting off on motorbikes
to Sheffield and Nottingham,

but it's the girls
who've changed the most.

Chin up a bit, if you would,
Sir Clifford.

Talk about morality.

Nobody cares a jot.

And spend! Every penny they make
goes on clothes,

but they're having to draw
in their horns a bit,

now the pits are working so bad
and they've no money.

The grumbling they do is awful.

Is there much Socialism or Bolshevism
amongst the young people?

No, I don't see how you're
going to get Bolshevism

when all the young lads want
is money to enjoy themselves,

and the girls the same.

When they've got no money, they'll
listen to the reds spouting,

but nobody believes in it really.

So there's no danger? Not if trade's
good, there won't be.

But if things stay bad,
the young ones might go funny

and try closing down the pits
out of spite.

They're saying the old seams
are running thin.

A few more years and the mines
will have to close down.

Tevershall will go
and Wragby with it, so they say.

It's bad enough during a strike,
but, my word,

if they close for good,
it'll be the end of the world.

Everybody says it's a shame
something can't be done.

So, they're waiting for Wragby to be
wiped out, are they? Good, good.

Let them wait. I'll show them
what I'm good for.

Clifford, I'm going out
this afternoon.

I expect your colliery manager
is staying to dinner? Oh, yes.

We've a lot to discuss. I've been
hatching plans, new developments.

Next week, I shall visit the pit...
The pit! Mm-hm.
Clifford, that's wonderful.

You haven't visited the mine since
the war. I'd invite him back.

Our men are deserting us for
the colliery at Stacks Gate according
to Mrs Bolton. Oh, Mrs Bolton.

Oh, yes. Mrs Bolton's
an excellent informant. I get
a picture of Tevershall from her

which would require the services of
a professional spy. You'd be amazed.

Where are you going?

Just to the woods.

You seem rather restless of late.

Do I?

Are you happy?

I... Oh, I hadn't thought about it.

Why do you ask?

Because you look so beautiful,

as fresh and vibrant as a flower.

I couldn't bear it
if you were unhappy.

My love.

SHE BLOWS HIM A KISS

INTERFERENCE ON RADIO

I brought you some lovely
barley water, Sir Clifford...

when you've finished
playing with your toys.

I wanted to be in time.

How many have hatched out?

Well, they're nearly all out now.

Just look!

Can I touch one?

There you go.

It's adorable!

Isn't it adorable?

It's so little and so cheeky.

These weren't the lively ones.

There's nothing amiss, is there?

It's just that they're so unafraid.

SHE SOBS

I want to go to the hut.

Just hold me, please.

All right, Simpson.
It's her ladyship. I'll go.

I think Cook wants to see you.

Oh, your ladyship! I was beginning
to wonder what had become of you.

Why on earth did you lock the doors?

It was getting late.
I naturally thought...

It's never done. We don't
lock our doors at this hour.

Yes, milady. Besides, I told
Sir Clifford I was going out.

Oh, Sir Clifford
never asked for you.

Shall I ask Mrs Marshall
to put dinner back a bit?

Perhaps you might. Ten minutes.

Very good, milady.
That'll give you time to dress.

"I am black but comely,
O ye daughters of Jerusalem."

You know, Connie, Solomon's
description might well apply
to coal tar.

Nasty black waste
we used to think it was,

but science reveals it to be
an astonishing box of tricks.

German scientists, of course,
have known that for years.

Sir Clifford took his degree
at a German university.

We both loved Germany
before the war.

Yes, yes.
A terrible thing, the war.

Ah, but possibly
a bonus for our industry,

because, you see, Germany is
restricted on her export of dyes,
aniline dyes,

which once she used to make
from our coal. Really, Clifford?

Now that competition is removed,
we must make our own dyes.

Why not a chemical works
at T.... C....,

producing coke
for the blast furnaces of Sheffield,

but also barrels of magic coal tar
for all the colours of the rainbow?

Yes, my dear. Soon when you
walk the earth in "goodly colours
gloriously arrayed",

you can reflect that all their beauty
may be borrowed from the black coal
seams under your feet.

What do you say to that?

Poor earth.

Spencer's "goodly colours"
were in the flowers.

Now you'll tear them out
to dig up your coal.

Ah, well, that's progress for you,
Lady Chatterley.

Yes, Mr Linley. I'm afraid it is.

DOG BARKS

THUNDER RUMBLES

Is it raining again?

Just drizzle, but it's stopped.

I thought we might have
a game of bezique after dinner.

Or you could play your Schumann
for me on the piano if you prefer.

No, I think I'll retire early.

We were rather late last night.

Perhaps tomorrow?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Never mind.

Mrs Bolton will play chess with me.

I'm instructing her
in the pleasures of the intellect.
She seems quite taken by it all.

Will you take me to my room, please?
Good evening, milady.

Shall I get Simpson to help you
out of your damp clothes? No, I can
manage perfectly well, thank you.

Shall I ask Simpson to fetch you up
a cup of tea, milady?

No, thank you. Please don't fuss so.

Very well, milady.

DOG BARKS

You're quite late today.

Aye.

Didn't you think I wanted
to see you again?

Won't the folks at the hall
be thinking something -

you being here every day?

Why?

Nobody knows.

Are you sorry...about the other day?
Aye, in a way.

Thought I'd done wi' all that.

Now I've begun again.

Begun what?

Life.

There's no keeping clear of it.

If you do, you might as well die.

Seems I'm to be broken open again.

Well, I'm glad.

But what when folk find out?

Think about it.

Think how lowered you'll feel.

One of your husband's servants.

You think I'm lowering myself?

It's not that, your lady.

How can I call you "your ladyship"
and then...? I don't want you
to call me "your ladyship"!

I don't care about it.

I hate it, really.

I feel people are jeering at me
when they say it and they are.

Even you jeer at me.

Me? I don't jeer at you,
but think of the risk.

Your ladyship carrying on
with her gamekeeper.

It's not as if I were a gentleman.

I don't care.

You should care.

Don't care when it's too late.

Don't put me off, please.

What's a bit of talk?
You know what you're doing?

Here.

You lie down here.

What it is to touch thee.

Are you cold?

I must go or they'll wonder.

Ah, well.

I had to happen.

I suppose it had.

Say something to me.

What should I say to you?

You aren't sorry, are you?

Me?

No.

Are you?

No.

Goodnight.

Come on!

That's it. Let me down here.

No, Field, no, not like that. You're
not handling a sack of potatoes.

Take more care.

Now, Sir Clifford, you just show
them who's boss,

but be careful. Oh, I'll be all
right. Stop fussing.

Is your rug all right?

Are you quite comfortable?

Yes, not too bad at all, thank you.

Connie!

Connie, I'm going to the mine.

Why don't you come too?
It might amuse you.

Well, I was going down to the farm
to see how Mrs flint's getting on
with her new baby.

I'm going to break the strike
single-handed.

Well, if you're going to be tempted
into such foolhardy behaviour,

I'd better be there
to look after you.

Good girl. Get in.

We'll fight them together.

Oh, my lady. Is it a good idea?

They're a very rough lot.
Yes, I want to be there.

Drive on, Field.

We'll be perfectly all right,
Mrs Bolton.

KLAXON BLARES

BLARES AGAIN

KLAXON BLARES

Looks like trouble, sir.
Sound the horn, Field.
Linley should be here somewhere.

What are they doing? I don't know,
but I shall find out. These tricks
have to stop. ..Linley!

Don't forget your hat, Mr Linley.

Ah!

There's no change, Sir Clifford.

The men won't move the coal tubs.

We'll see about that!

Field, help me out, please.
What will you do?

They must work.
We shall see that they shall.

How? Are you going to bully them
into it? They need discipline,
drive.

Either these men submit
to my command or they will starve.

Hurry up, Field.

Clifford, must you? You can't
believe in this sort of control.

What sort should I believe in?
The mines have got to pay!

But we've got to have some feeling
for others. We're not women,
we're men!

You can't hew coal with emotion,
especially from a poor seam.

I'm ready.
Tell them to let it roll.

I don't think the men will shift,
not while this strike lasts.
They say if we move these tubs...

What utter rot!

I am going down to inspect this mine.

Now clear the gates!

Anyone who gets in the way
does so at his own risk.

Release the break.

I don't know.
It might turn ugly...

I said...let her go.

Aggh!

It's all bluff! You see?

That's how we're going to win!

COWS MOO

DOG BARKS
Belle!

Don't you know me?

Come on, Bell.

Oh, be quiet, Bell.
It's Lady Chatterley.

BELL BARKS
You used to know me.

Of course he knows your ladyship.

He's showing off.
It's so long since he's seen you.

I do hope you're feeling better. Yes,
I'm all right. Thank you, Mrs Flynn.

We've hardly seen you all winter.

Would you like to see the baby? He's
changed so, you'd hardly know him.

Well, just for a minute.

Please, come in.

Why, what a dear he is!

How he's grown!

You're a big boy, aren't you?

Now then, Luke, who's this, then, eh?

It's Lady Chatterley.

You know Lady Chatterley, don't you?

Is it all right that I hold you,
Luke?

Oh, how warm and lovely he is.

Now then, would you care
for some tea, Lady Chatterley?

No, I must go. My husband
will wonder what's become of me.

Perhaps it's good for him
not to always be certain.

Men have to be kept on tenterhooks
now and then, don't they?

Please, I insist.

There's some fresh baked bread
and some lovely damson jam.

Well, all right,
but don't go to any trouble.

Which way are you going? Oh, I think
I'll go across the warren.

Oh, no, the gate's locked.
You'll have to climb, you know.
Oh, I don't mind climbing.

Oh, it's the keeper's churn
for his milk. I'll have to fill it.
He'll be round to fetch it.

When? Whenever he's around.
Well, goodbye, Lady Chatterley.

Do drop in and see us again soon.
I do so enjoy your visits.

Thank you. I shall.

Why? ..How's this?

How did you get here?

Nay. How did you?

Were you going to the hut? No.

Giving me the slip, like?

Not now.

Not now! Why not?

Because I've got to run.
I'm late! Nay.

I want you.

I want you now.

Through here.

We come off together that time.

It's good when it's like that.

Are you glad?

"Glad"?

Aye.

But never mind.

And have you come off like that
before...with other women?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Am I tidy?

There.

You'll do.

Don't you want to walk with me?

You!

I could die for the touch
of a woman like you,

and if they knew,
they'd just about hang me as it is.

Stop it!

Stay a moment longer.

No, no, don't keep me.

Shall you stay with me
in the cottage one night?

Shall I? Do you think I dare?
What's to stop you?

Just open the door and go out.
No, I don't know.

Then I'll find you.

I know where your bedroom is.
No, you won't.

I would, even tonight.

I'll find you. You wouldn't dare!

I must run.

Good night, your ladyship.

Why did you say that?

When you're gone,
that's what you are to me.

Good night.

No, you must say "j'adoube",
Mrs Bolton.

It allows you to touch the man
without committing yourself.

J'adoube. Ah!

Well done, Mrs Bolton.
DOOR OPENS

Oh, am I so late?

Have you had dinner?

Yes, indeed, milady.

Shall I ask Simpson to fetch you
something on a tray?

Oh, no, thank you.

I went over to Marehay Farm
to see the baby and Mrs Flint
made me stay for tea.

Oh, it's such a lovely baby,
but did you wonder where I was?

Well, we wondered,
but we didn't think of sending down
to the police station just yet.

Quite right too.

I was telling Sir Clifford
we ought to be very glad

if her ladyship can get out
and find a bit of company
amongst the folks around here.

Well, you finish your game...
No, no, stay with me.

Mrs Bolton's had quite enough
for one evening.

Yes. The two of you
want to be alone,

and I've a few things of my own
I want to attend to.

Really, I... No, please.

Good night, Sir Clifford.

Good night, Mrs Bolton.

Good night, milady.

Good night, Mrs Bolton.

Well, shall we play a game or shall
I read to you or what shall it be?

Oh, whatever you like, dear.

Then I shall read Racine to you,
in the grand manner, in French.

"Quelle nuit! Quel reveil!
Vos pleurs,

"votre presence n'ont point
de ces cruels desarme l'insolence!

"Que faisait votre amant?
Quel demon envieux...

"..Ma princesse,
avez-vous daigne me souhaiter?

"Songiez-vous aux douleurs
que vous m'alliez couter...?"

Thank you, dear.

You do read Racine so beautifully.

No more beautifully
than you listen to it.

BELL RINGS

BELL RINGS AGAIN

BELL RINGS A THIRD TIME

BELL RINGS

Oh, dear!

Dear me!

Can't sleep again, Sir Clifford.

What is it, then?

I don't know.

In no-man's-land, were you?

No, no, not tonight.

Is there something you'd like?

Um...

we could go on with our game.

Well, if that's what you want.

Well, I hope I can keep awake.

Well, it doesn't matter
as long as you're here.

Oooh!

What a weight!

Now...

where were we?

Um, my move, I think.

Yes.

Checkmate.

Did you get me up just for that?

Well...let's have another.

Here's something.

Oh, yes! This was a wedding present
from one of Sir Clifford's aunts.

It's quite horrid.
It's perfect for a jumble sale.

She never visits us.
Put it with the things to go.

It should fetch quite a bit,
I would think.

I wonder what this is.

Well, let's have a look.

Oh, it's an old cradle! Lovely!
Look at that! So it is!

It's beautiful. It's rosewood,
isn't it? It could be mahogany.

It feels soft as silk.

Oh, it's sweet, but a bit
cumbersome, don't you think?

No, I like it. I like it very much.
It seems almost...alive.

I supposed it's been used so often.

Oh, perhaps by Sir Clifford's father
and his grandfather.

Sir Clifford too.

Just fancy, though. In these old
family houses, things linger on,

no matter how the world changes.

It seems a pity there isn't
a little baby to put in it now.

Don't you think?

I suppose it is.

But there may be.

Well, that would be good news.

Yes, of course.

But you're not expecting, are you?

No, no, not as a certainty,
but...you never know.

Oh, I do hope so,
both for your sake and Sir Clifford.

Anyhow, we can't let it go.

Oh, no, not ever!

This can go to the bazaar.

Oh!

It's perfect lovely!

Do you think so? Yes.

Then you can have it as a present.

Thank you, milady.

You see, my lady said she could be,
you know, um...

But she can't be.
I mean, he can't, can he?

Well, that's what I thought myself,
just at first,
but then I got to thinking.

Oh, surely it's impossible.

Well, yes, you would think so.

Of course, Sir Clifford's legs are
paralysed, but, you see, um...

when I have to wash him, you know,
er...down there, it's surprising.

Of course, the poor man
feels nothing, I suppose,
but all the same.

Wonders will never cease, then.

It seems you can almost kill a man
and he'll still be able to do
something that way.

I'd never have believed it.

Oh, but I do hope
it's really true, though,
for poor Lady Chatterley's sake.

DOOR OPENS

Connie! Mmm?

Did you know there's a rumour you're
going to supply Wragby with an heir?

No.

Is it a joke or malice?

Well, neither, I hope.
It may be prophecy.

And who may I ask is the prophet?

Aptly enough it was the rector.
I've just had him on the telephone.

He wanted me to be the first to know.

Since he just heard the news from
his housekeeper, it must be all
over the entire village by now.

Well, fortunately the whole village
knows that she is
an incorrigible rumour-monger.

The thing is...
Do you mind turning round?

Connie!

The thing is, can you think how such
a rumour could have started

or whether there's
any foundation for it?

There is no foundation for it
as far as I know.

Clifford, there's this wonderful
piece that I want you to read
in The Times.

Is there a man yet, may one ask?

Why should you ask, Clifford?
There might be. Quite.

"Might be." Between "might be"
and "may be" is such a long stride.

If I were to say that I may be going
to have a child, what would you say?

What would you feel? Well, is it
true that you may be going to have
a child? No, but I might be.

Well, when might changes to may,
I'll let you know how I feel.

Until then, I see no reason to rack
my brains, rumour or no rumour.
No, I suppose not.

Look, I don't care who the father
may be. Give me the child
of a normally intelligent man

and I'll make a perfect Chatterley
of it. Right, I'll bear that in mind.

Haven't they grown?

Aye. They'll be going into
the rearing fields next week.

I told Sir Clifford
I might have a child.

You told him that?

Yes.

Well, you see, I might.

And what did he say?

Oh, he wouldn't mind.

He'd be glad, really,
so long as it appeared to be his.

No mention of me, of course.

No.

No, well, he'd hardly be thrilled
with me as his substitute.

When are you supposed
to be getting this child?

I'll be going away this summer
with my father and sister.

I might have a love affair then.

You might.

Is that why you're going?

Not to have the love affair.

Just the appearance of one.

He'd think you'd found somebody
higher up, like.

What would he say
if he thought it were me?

He'd hate it,
but you'd never tell him, would you?

You'd never want to give me away.

Me?

No.

He'd never be the wiser
if he waited for my telling.

That's all you wanted me for, then,
was it?

A baby?

No, not really.

What then, "really"?

I don't know.

Then I'm damned if I do!

I wanted... I don't know
what I wanted. I wanted...

I wanted you.

Yes, I did.

I do...

..and perhaps a baby.

Well, then.
It's as your ladyship likes.

If you get the baby,
Sir Clifford's welcome to it.

I shan't have lost anything.

On the contrary, I've had a very
nice experience, very nice indeed.

If you've made use of me, it won't
be the first time it's happened.

I didn't make use of you.
At your service, my lady.

So you never liked me?
I liked your body.

My body? And do you like it now?
Lots.

Then we're quits. I like yours.

Do you want to go inside?

Do you want me? Aye, if you want it.

I want to touch you
the way you touch me.

I've never really touched your body
before. Now?

Aye, it were no good that time.

You wasn't there.

Hey, but what's amiss?

It's once in a while that way.

I...I can't love you.

Can't you?

Well, don't fret.

There's no law says you've got to.

Take it for what it is.

But...

I want to love you and I can't.

It just seems horrid.

It isn't horrid,
even if you think it is.

You can't force yourself
to love someone.

Are you cross with me?

Nay, nay,
take the thick with the thin.

This were a bit of thin for once.

There's sure to be a bad nut
in a basketful.

Don't go!

Don't leave me!