All language subtitles for Lady Chatterley 2006.3

A FILM BY PASCALE FERRAN

Still, the Germans
had some admirable machines.

It's amazing
what they could come up with.

Not that it stopped them
from losing the war.

You know why they lost?

Because they were too methodical.

They fired the cannon
every ten minutes, like clockwork.

Obviously, it's absurd.

Before long, we knew when to run,
when to lay back.

Thank God I didn't fight in that war.

I could never have stood it.

But of course you could have.

You know, you never get killed
if you don't think you will.

I, for example,
never thought I would be killed.

And I never met anyone who was killed

who did not have the
intimate conviction that he would be.

The body has a mind of its own,

and in times of war,
that results in very strange things.

One day, one of my sergeants
calls me screaming.

Both his feet were torn off,

clean off, at ankle level.

I give him morphine
before he wakes up from the shock

so that he doesn't
feel the pain too much.

When I returned two hours later,
he was dead.

It happens sometimes.
Nothing to be done.

No vital organs were affected.

And yet one's life is broken.

Nothing to do. It's funny.

Until 1916,

the German guns
were much better than ours.

Ours were so old that we didn't know
if they would shoot

past the target, or not reach it.

There was a terrible day

where our guns fired so short
that they killed our own men.

We had the order to charge.
I ran ahead

when I felt a jet
of hot water on my neck.

His name was Wallace.

A nice guy, from Argentina.

He called to me while we were
running. I was ahead of him,

and then I see him running past me,
headless.

He was headless,
and he was running ahead of me.

I don't know how far, but far.
I was covered in his blood.

When I was picked up in pieces
a few months later,

I realized
that I had never thought I would die.

Not even that day,
seeing poor Wallace run.

You're not eating?

We should have invited fewer people.

All these conversations
have exhausted you.

You're exhausted.
Don't you want me to call the doctor?

What for?

I'll let you rest then.

THAT DAY, THE VALET WAS ILL. CLIFFORD
HAD AN ORDER FOR THE GAMEKEEPER.

Hello. Sir Clifford has asked me
to put in an order with you.

It's for tomorrow night's meal.
Sunday.

Sir Clifford
would like two pheasants,

but you don't have
to do it right away.

The cook says
if she has them tomorrow at noon,

it will be fine.

Very well, ma'am.

OK, that's all.

Thank you, good evening.

Good evening to you, ma'am.

Does the lady need anything else?

-No, thank you, Kate. Good night.
-Good night, ma'am.

-Are you finished, ma'am?
-Yes, thank you.

-Shall I help you into bed?
-No thanks, I'll call Marshall.

I'm going to stay
and read for a while.

-Good night, then.
-Good night, Connie.

Connie.

Connie.

What's going on?

I don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know?

Didn't you see a doctor?

No, I don't think it's serious.

I just don't have much energy.

Can you get up?

Well...

Nothing seems to be medically amiss.

But you are weak, ma'am,
abnormally weak.

I'm going to prescribe you something
to cheer you up,

but whether you get better
is up to you.

Get a change of scenery,
take your mind off things.

Do it, ma'am. Otherwise,
I can't be held responsible.

For what, exactly?

Your family has a history...

Your mother's cancer was devastating.

That kind of disease always begins

with a decrease in vitality.

-What about Mrs. Bolton?
-Tevershall's nurse?

Do you know her?

-Vaguely.
-She could take care of you.

Maybe we should ask her
whether she'd want to, first?

Well, we did.

She is thrilled with the idea
and is ready to start on Monday.

What if I don't want her here?

That is your right.

I think the issue is resolved.

Very good.

I will leave for London
with Constance tomorrow morning.

Be reasonable, Clifford.

You've needed a caretaker
for a long time now.

THE FOLLOWING MONDAY, MRS. BOLTON
ENTERED SERVICE AT WRAGBY.

Usually, he prefers to shave himself,

except when he is too tired.

-Marshall will help with the bath.
-Yes, ma'am.

Clifford, I think your bath is ready.

Thank you.

Well, I'll leave you, then.

See you soon.

Right, see you soon.

Sorry, I didn't know you were here.

-The gentleman is in bed, ma'am.
-Good, thank you.

Why don't you go for a walk?

The daffodils have just bloomed
on the side of the guard house.

You could pick some up for your room.

Daffodils?
There are daffodils already?

I wondered
where the noise was coming from.

I need to rest for a minute
before I go back.

-Do you want to sit down inside?
-Yes, I'd like that.

Thank you.

-Shall I close the door?
-No, thanks.

It's really nice out here.

It's so peaceful.

I'd like to come in once in a while,
to rest.

Do you lock the door when you leave?

Is there another key?

No, just mine.

Can't you find me another one?

-Another key for the cabin?
-Don't you understand what I said?

I understand very well.
Sir Clifford may have another key.

Sir Clifford would have a spare key,
you think?

Yes, it's possible.

Good.

All right. I'll ask him.

If he doesn't have one, you can
have me make a duplicate of yours.

I imagine it won't take more
than a day or two.

I couldn't say.
I don't even know who makes keys.

In that case, I'll do it myself.

Just let me know which day,
and I'll give you my key.

That's right, I'll let you know.

-Good evening, Parkin.
-Good evening, ma'am.

I was just going to see
if you were coming.

Sir Clifford
has just asked for his tea.

Am I late?
I didn't see the time pass.

Sorry,
I didn't realize it was so late.

And what have you been doing
all this time?

I went for a walk in the woods.

The flowers are starting to bloom.

Look, aren't they wonderful?

On the way home,
I stopped at Parkin's cabin.

You know,
where he raises pheasant chicks.

Do you know
whether there is a second key?

You can pour the water directly.
Mrs. Bolton boiled the teapot.

-A second key for what?
-For the cabin.

It's so peaceful out there.

If I had a key,
I could go there once in a while,

on my walks.

Parkin said
that maybe you'd have another one.

I'll look into it, but I doubt it.

I have a feeling Parkin
doesn't want me to have a second key.

Yes, I wouldn't be surprised.

And why is that?

He must consider it his territory.

-It's just a place for him to tinker.
-From your perspective, sure.

But he might see it
as his retreat, his hideaway.

So, you think I shouldn't go there?

I wouldn't pose the question
that way.

If you feel like going, you can.

The cabin belongs to you,
like everything else here.

But don't be surprised
if Parkin is offended.

But I don't want him to be offended.

Then you are asking for a lot.

Especially with a curmudgeon
like Parkin.

TWO WEEKS LATER

-June 21st.
-June 21st?

Don't you want me to shave you?

Do you know how?

Yes, I've done it often.

Well, sure.

I didn't know ma'am played the piano.

We had all forgotten.

Clifford, what's going on?

Winter has just informed me
that there is a strike at the mine.

All the shareholders
are waiting for me.

Are you sure this is reasonable?
What about your nap?

I feel great.

-Shall I come with you?
-Of course not.

How nice. Is it a birdhouse?

-A kind of shelter.
-It's nice.

Have the birds made their nests yet?

-Yes, there are chickadees there.
-Where?

In the copse there.

I would love to be a bird.

-I have the second key for you.
-Really?

I'll go get it.

Thank you very much.

But are you sure you don't mind
if I come by?

You don't bother me, ma'am.

Then it's perfect.

-Well, good night, then.
-Good night.

FROM THEN ON, CONSTANCE RETURNED
TO THE CABIN ALMOST EVERY DAY.

Good morning.

-Do you want some?
-Yes.

Thank you.

THE FOLLOWING DAYS,
CONSTANCE COULDN'T GO.

AN AUNT OF CLIFFORD'S SHOWED UP
UNANNOUNCED

AND ONLY LEFT TWO DAYS LATER
AT TEATIME.

Have the eggs hatched?

Yes, nearly the entire first brood.

Oh, they're looking at me.

She won't let me.

How charming.

How charming.

He's lively, huh.

He's one of the liveliest.

Is something wrong?

No.

He's just so confident.

It's nothing to cry over, ma'am.

Put it back.

Do you want to?

Let's go to the cabin.

It was bound to happen, I guess.

Yes, I think so.

I have to hurry.

Don't come with me.
I'll be back soon.

Tell me something.

What do you want me to say?

You don't regret it, do you?

Me? No.

-And you?
-Me?

I'm glad.

The sergeant...

That night,
Constance was a perfect wife.

The mistress of the house
men dream of:

modest and yet attentive,

with her big, clear eyes
and quiet sweetness

that so deftly concealed
her intelligence.

You're late.

Would you like to come in?

I just came by to close up.

Are you angry because of yesterday?

Not at all.

-But aren't you?
-Me? Not at all.

You don't feel like you've been

debased, as it were,

-by doing this with me?
-Debased?

Why, do I look it?

With one of your husband's servants.

You are not a servant.
You are a gamekeeper.

But perhaps it's you who feels

as though he's lost something.

Don't think that, ma'am.

Still, it's not easy

to call you ma'am,
and then afterwards...

But
I don't want you to call me ma'am.

I don't like it at all.
And if you like me...

Do you like me?

Yes.

These things happen.

Well, then,
what's the point of talking?

I can't stay long.

You came so late.

Aren't you cold?

One day you should come to my house.
It would be more comfortable.

You don't mind if I go with you?

Let me go.

I'm not holding you back.

I'll come tomorrow, if I can.

THE FOLLOWING DAYS,
CONSTANCE STOPPED GOING TO THE CABIN.

Hello, Gold.

What a delight to see you again,
ma'am.

I was worried about you.
How is your health?

Better now.

-Would you like a cup of tea?
-I'd love one.

But are you sure
I'm not disturbing you?

-Don't you miss your work?
-No.

Time goes by so quickly with a child.

I always dreamed
of being a housewife.

This is paradise.

Luke will be home soon.

First the miners, then the engineers.

Are you taking the road?

No, I'm going to cut through
the rabbit warren instead.

What are you doing here?

-Were you going to the cabin?
-No, I was going home.

I went to Marehay,
and now I was going home.

I have to go.
Nobody knows where I am.

I won't hold you up, then.

Come.

Come.

We came together this time.

Yes.

Is my dress not too wrinkled?

There.

I don't know how to thank you.

For what?

For this.

I had nothing to do with it.

But...

I just wanted to thank you.

Well, goodbye.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry,
I didn't see the time pass.

I walked toward Marehay.

I stopped by Mrs. Flint's house
to see the baby,

and then I had tea with her.
What a sweet baby.

He has a little hair,
it looks like feathers.

Did you wonder where I was?

We did wonder, but not to the point
of calling the police.

I had seen you
heading toward the gate.

I figured
you stopped by the rectory for tea.

I thought about it, yes,
but I decided to go to Marehay.

You should take a hot bath.
You'll catch a cold.

"Is so sweet a hope permitted me?

"I go where my captive son
waits for me.

"Since, once a day,
you let me see my boy,

"all that remains
of Hector and of Troy,

"I go now, Sire,
to weep awhile with him:

"I have not yet been today
to visit him."

"Ah! ma'am,
if all proves as it appears,

"The Greeks will give you
fresh cause for tears."

"What is this fear their hearts
are gripped by, Sire?

"Has some Trojan
escaped their funeral pyre?"

Good night.

Good night, Connie.

Tell me, Connie...

Did you hear the rumor
that you were going

to provide Wragby with an heir?

-Is there a rumor of this kind?
-Yes.

As absurd as it may sound.

Who told you about it?

Winter.

In the tone of "I'm lying
to find out the true story."

He asked me
whether the rumor was true.

And what did you reply?

Don't you want to turn around?

It's annoying.

What could I say to him?

Other than that there was no basis
for it, to my knowledge.

And that there couldn't be any?

No, I didn't go that far.

I wasn't sure, to tell you the truth.

What did you tell him?

Well, my goodness,

it's a bit childish,
no doubt, but I was caught off guard.

I told him we were still hopeful.

What if I really were
to have a child?

-Whose child?
-Just a child.

My child.

But,

nature demands

a partner for conception.

That's true. As you said,

all bodies are equal in that respect,
right?

Fine.

A point for you.

Has your father decided
where you will go in June?

Near Menton,

-at Villa Natividad.
-Villa Natividad?

It's too good to be true.

-Are you going with him?
-That's the plan.

Don't you want me to stop?

No.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

I told Clifford
that I could have a child.

You said that to him?

It is possible.

And Sir Clifford,

he'd treat the child as his own?

I think so.

But there was no mention of me?

No.

I'm going on a trip soon,
with my father and my sister.

I can pretend I met someone there.

How long will you be gone?

Five to six weeks.

When are you leaving?

In three weeks, around mid-June.

That's soon.

Leave it.

I'll do it.

Sir Clifford
will think you have found

someone from high society
to make a baby, right?

What would he say
if he knew it was me?

He would be furious.

But you're not going to tell him,
are you?

No, rest assured.

Is that why you wanted me then?
To have a baby?

I don't know.

I wanted to...

I don't know what I wanted.

I wanted to...

It was you I wanted.

It's you I want.

And maybe a baby as well.

But don't think too much about me.

-I liked your body.
-My body?

And do you still like it?

Yes.

I can't imagine

that you like to touch me
like I like to touch you.

I do. I like to touch you.

I don't think so.

It's just that I'm a little scared.

But you like it when I touch you?

Yes. Yes, very much.

Well then, what's stopping you?

Now you can touch me, if you want.

You are beautiful.

Would you like to lie down?

After all, if he wants a child,
we'd have had this.

See you soon, then.

Go on, run along.

Oh, Lady Chatterley,
how nice to see you!

Hello, Mrs. Bentley.

Sir Clifford isn't with you?

-I'm afraid not.
-He rarely comes at this hour.

Excuse me,

I live right across the street
from the company.

Sir Clifford passes by my windows
every time he goes to his office.

Is Sir Clifford
doing as well as they say?

He's tip-top, yes, thank you.

I felt it as soon as you walked in.

You look so fulfilled.

Sir Clifford
will be here in five minutes, ma'am.

Hello.

-May I come in?
-Come in.

-I hope I'm not disturbing you.
-No, I just got back.

I had to go to Uthwaite
for a poaching case.

Please, eat.

If you want a cup of tea,
the kettle is on the stove.

Maybe I can do it myself.

If you'd like.

The teapot is in the sideboard,
and the tea on the shelf.

Is that you?

In the picture there.

Is that at your wedding?

Just after.

Were you in love with her
when the picture was taken?

I guess, yes, in one way or another.

I was enamored.

And do you still love her?

No. Not anymore.

But it wasn't love, anyway.

What we had wasn't love.

Oh...?

I'd just as soon
talk about something else.

How long ago
did you lose your husband?

-Seventeen years ago.
-Right.

He was 28 at the time.

I was 24.

-He died in the mine?
-Yes. From firedamp.

He really wasn't cut out
for that kind of work.

His father was a miner,
so he went, too,

but it really wasn't the right job
for him.

Do you think about him often?

Yes.

I can't help it.

It happened so fast,
and we had both been so happy.

A FEW DAYS LATER,

CLIFFORD EXPRESSED THE DESIRE
TO GO FOR A WALK WITH CONSTANCE.

Here I am on my foaming steed.

-Or rumbling, rather.
-Yes, that's more like it.

"Put-putting," even.

We could do some work
on the house next year.

Business is good at the mine.

Aren't you afraid that
there will be another strike?

Why in God's name
should they go on strike again?

They'd ruin the industry, or what's
left of it, but other than that...

Maybe they don't mind
destroying the industry.

You forget that the industry
fills their bellies,

if not their pockets,
as Mrs. Bolton would say.

No, I'm not too worried
about strikes.

For the good reason that soon,
they will be almost impossible.

What do you mean?

Are you going to ban strikes?

-They won't allow it to happen.
-We're not going to tell them.

We could do it on the sly,
for their own good.

Introduce the smallest grain of sand
into the industry's machinery,

and it's starvation for the workers.
For them, not for me.

I have other resources.

Is it so obvious to you

that there is nothing good
to be gleaned from socialism?

No. It's an ideal based on lies.

The masses only want one thing:
masters.

-That is, you.
-That is, me, you, us.

It's my turn to find that
a bit narrow-minded, if I may.

What?

The idea that some are made
to rule, and others to obey.

But that's how it has been
since time immemorial.

Do I have to remind you
which side you were born on?

-But I don't play the boss.
-Of course you do, because you are,

as your servants know very well.

You can have all the sympathy
in the world for them,

but it doesn't change the position
you hold. You are their boss,

whether you like it or not.

Even with Mrs. Bolton.

I'm sure
I don't act like a boss with her.

No, you ask her to do this or that,
and she does it.

Which is exactly the same thing.

What if I tried
to go down to the spring?

It's been so long
since I last saw it.

Sure, why not?

Do you want to come
to my place tonight?

-Tonight?
-Yes, tonight.

OK.

-I have to go.
-I'll wait for you at the gate,

around 10 p.m.

This chair is wonderful.

It's freezing.

Shouldn't we make a wish?

Sure.

-Did you do it?
-Yes.

But we're not allowed to say.

You should honk your horn
to call Parkin.

Let's let it catch its breath.

Do you have a stone
to put on the wheel?

-Let me help.
-No, don't push.

What's the point of having an engine?

Put the stone in.

-You should call.
-Leave me alone.

Can't you be still for five minutes?

I figured you were in trouble.

-The chair won't work anymore?
-It seems not.

-Does it have gas?
-Of course.

It's full.

What's going on?

Can you see anything?

No, all the contacts look good.

Try it again.

It looks like it's getting better.
Let's push it a bit anyway.

Wait, let the engine work.
It has to work.

But Clifford,

the car can't move by itself.
Why be stubborn?

-The engine isn't powerful enough.
-It climbed this hill before.

-Watch out!
-Clifford!

That's what I was saying.

-You're pushing it?
-Well, yes.

Stop, now!

-But it can't do it alone.
-I said stop!

This is what it's made for.
It's got to do it.

Clifford, the brake!

The brake!

Clearly,
I'm at the mercy of anyone here!

I think
we're going to have to push it.

Could you push me to the castle,
Parkin?

I hope I haven't said
anything to offend you.

None taken, sir.

Do you want me to push the car?

Please.

Is this really necessary?

You should have let us push it
before.

Parkin, there's nothing left
but to thank you.

I need to put another motor
on this chair.

Go to the kitchen
and have a glass of beer.

Thank you, sir,
but I'd better be getting back.

I'll have lunch in my room,
if you don't mind.

As you wish, my dear.

-Are you there?
-Yes.

-You're on time.
-Yes, it was very easy.

Can you hear the noises?

It's the trees.

Sometimes they seem
to call to each other,

each in their own language.

What's that?

Pines.

-You leave the lights on?
-In the evening, yes.

That way,
people can't know whether I'm there.

-What people?
-I don't know, anyone.

-Do you want something to eat?
-No, thanks.

But you should eat if you're hungry.

It's OK, I'll just make some tea.

Do you want one?

Yes, please.

Will you love me?

Yes.

-Yes, I love you.
-You have to love me.

You should take off that shirt.

Then take yours off.

Turn around.

Turn around
before you blow out the candle.

You're already awake?

You have to go.

-Is it nice out?
-It will be.

It so odd. It's so little now.

Like a bud.

When did you say
Hilda was coming to pick you up?

Thursday.

Oh yes, that's right, Thursday.

And when are you coming back?

One month later.

Five weeks at the most.

If you ever do come back, of course.

-Why wouldn't I come back?
-Who knows?

The hand of God.

An earthquake.

Or a heart-quake.

By the way,

is your sister planning on looking
for a brand-new husband as well?

I mean, in addition to yours.

-Not that I know of.
-Ah, the plan provides only for you.

Would you like to know my conditions?

-Your conditions?
-As the legal father.

Did you forget that detail?

Let's see.

The child will be English
on both sides.

And on the father's side,

of at least decent stock.

I'll make a note of it.

So...

I thought you were lost.

Lost? No.

I was very busy, with the departure.

-When are you leaving?
-Tomorrow.

-Tomorrow?
-Yes.

My sister is coming to get me.
We have to leave after lunch.

-And where are you going?
-To London, and then to Paris.

And near the Italian border,
near Menton.

-Nowhere where the war was?
-No, much farther south.

At the seaside.

It's only for a month.

And then you'll be happy
to see me again, right?

You know, I think it will do me good
to get away.

It's been so long
since I've been away.

Yes, it will do you good.

-What are you doing?
-I want to run in the rain.

You think
you're not wet enough as it is?

No, not nearly enough.
I have to take it all off.

Hold on.

It's nice.

You need a flower too.

Hold on.

It's too long.

There.

Perfect.

You need a crown too.

How nice it would be
if we were all alone in this forest.

Come on.

Wouldn't you like to go with me
to Canada?

The world is the same everywhere.
It will be the same in Canada.

But over there,
nobody will know who we are.

At first, yes.

Then they'll find out,
and it will be the same as here.

What if I bought a little farm,

and you ran it?

I have enough money of my own.

And that way,
you would be your own master.

-How much money do you have?
-I don't know exactly.

Between 400 and 500 pounds per year.

Between 400 and 500 pounds per year?

-Every year?
-Yes, an inheritance from my mother.

Well then...

I thought I was comfortable
with 100 pounds saved.

But wouldn't you like to have a farm?

My sister could help me find one.

She's very practical.

I don't think I want a woman
to help me settle down.

I don't think so.

But I'm not just a woman.

And...

It wouldn't just be
to help you get settled.

You could start the farm up,

and I could come live with you later,

if we decide to divorce,
and we want to live together.

You'll never want to live with me
on a farm.

You'll never want to be
Mrs. Oliver Parkin.

Why not?

And you would be independent.
You wouldn't owe anything to anyone.

I think what you like is to be alone

as much as possible.

You like me to be yours
from time to time,

but I don't think
you want me around all the time.

That's why it would be best
if you had a small farm

where I can come from time to time,
like here,

without getting bored with marriage.

Yeah, you're right.

As soon as you marry a woman,
it's all over.

She starts handing out orders.

Yes, well, in general,
it's the man who's in charge.

Let's forget it.

God, how I love you.

THE NEXT DAY, CONSTANCE WAS DELIGHTED
ABOUT GOING AWAY.

I'll be right back.

-Goodbye, Clifford.
-Have a good trip.

Goodbye.

Go on, drive.

-Stop!
-What?

Stop, please!

You're here.

Don't cry, it's OK.

It's going to be fine.

Fly away now.

Constance!

What's going on?

Well, we're off to a fine start.

The two young women
joined their father in London,

where they spent a few days
before departing with him

toward Southampton.

They were a clan.
They protected each other,

and Constance became aware,
in an unexpected way,

of the power that this family link
had preserved in her,

the reality of which
she had so often denied.

On the ferry,
she confided in Hilda about her love.

Hilda, though she disapproved
of the unsuitable match,

could not stop herself
from sympathizing

with the passion itself.

In Paris, the trio became a quartet.

Duncan Forbes,

a young Scottish painter and
childhood friend of the two sisters,

joined the group.

Together, they set off again

and crossed France
from North to South,

stopping whenever one of them
expressed the desire to do so.

Finally,
they came to their destination.

Two weeks after their departure,
they reached Villa Natividad,

at the edge of the sea.

Constance was happy
only with Hilda and Duncan.

The first few days,
everything seemed wonderful to her,

but quickly,
she felt something growing in her,

a kind of uneasiness

that she had no grip on.

She received news from Clifford
regularly.

He was happy that she was
enjoying herself on the Riviera.

He wrote with his usual wit

of what he'd been reading,
as well as a few anecdotes

of life at the château
in her absence.

His best stories came straight
from Mrs. Bolton,

who, again this morning,

recounted to him the misadventures
of their gamekeeper.

The day before, Bertha,
Parkin's lawful wife,

had come back to settle down
at his place.

The man with whom
she had been living, a miner,

had, it seems, thrown her out.

I just found your letter

and am taking advantage of a short
moment of freedom to answer them.

You would be surprised and happy,
I think,

to see the state
of Sir Clifford's health.

He has recovered so well
that he can't wait to see you again.

As far as Parkin is concerned,
the situation is changing every day.

The day after she unexpectedly
appeared,

Bertha went to the Justice
of the Peace to ask Parkin

to get back together with her
and finally live a decent life.

But Parkin would have none of it.

The judge told him
he had to file for divorce,

which Parkin said he would do
as soon as possible.

It's been a week now that Parkin
went to live at his mother's house,

and he says that now he has to leave,

and that Sir Clifford will
have to look for another gamekeeper.

I was about to conclude this letter,

but news has just come,
and I add these few lines in a hurry.

Earlier, Parkin passed by the inn

while Bertha's brother was there
with his friends.

They had all been drinking.

Dan Coutts blocked him from passing,
then attacked him.

They went into the rear courtyard
to fight.

I heard it was awful to see,
all that blood,

and those brutes standing around
watching.

In the end, Parkin was struck by blow
that knocked him to the ground,

and his head hit the rail
that runs through the courtyard.

The doctor says
he only has a mild concussion,

but he kept throwing up,
and we were all rather scared.

I went to see him at his mother's
house. He was doing a little better.

I gave him word
that you would come back soon,

and he just turned his head
to look at me.

Then he went back to sleep.

My dear Connie, how are you?

Me?

Wonderful, but what about you?

It's so amazing
to see you on your feet.

-Can you walk?
-Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

But sometimes I move around.

Field, were you in on the conspiracy?

-Ma'am must be surprised.
-Yes, you can say that.

And a little scared too.

Do you really think it's safe?

Don't worry, it's quite all right.

Shall we go, or would you prefer
that I bring the chair?

Let's go.

Finally, ma'am, you're here.

Welcome home.

What a joy to see you here again.
Let me give you a kiss.

Are you OK, Clifford?

The stairs are a little tougher
than the rest.

This is really wonderful, Clifford.

Let's go, Marshall.

Let's go.

That's it.

You must be exhausted.
Did the trip go well?

Yes, no problems.

Thank you for your letter. I don't
know what I'd have done without you.

So how did it all end?

-Is Parkin still here?
-No, he moved out yesterday.

The new gamekeeper is moving in.

The new gamekeeper?

-Mrs. Bolton?
-Excuse me.

I'll be right there.

I wanted to tell you...

I think I'm going to have a child.

-Have you told Sir Clifford?
-Not yet.

When you do,

will he accept the child?

Yes.

You shouldn't hate him for that.

I don't hate him.

Yes, you do.

You hate everyone right now.

Yes, you're right.

I feel like I've been poisoned.
It's horrible.

Is that why you want to go
to Sheffield?

Yes, and I hate that too.

Would you have wanted to stay here?

What's the point of talking about it?

I always knew it wouldn't last.
It's over.

No.
Listen to me, don't go to Sheffield.

It's not in your nature,
you'll be unhappy.

Why don't we look for a place
of our own instead?

It's all over.

It's not right for a man to earn
a living off a woman.

I'm so afraid
you'll be unhappy there.

We'll see.

Promise me... Look at me.

Promise me
that if you are really unhappy,

you'll let me find a way
to earn your living another way.

Will you promise me?

I can't do like other folks.

I'm so unhappy when I can't be alone.

But why should you
do like everyone else?

-It's better that way.
-No, it's not.

You have to be like other people,
otherwise...

When I was younger,
my mother called me a girl.

She said there was something
about my character

that was more woman than man.

Maybe it's true.

But why are you talking
as though it were a fault?

It just means you're more sensitive
than idiots like Dan Coutts.

And you should be proud
to be sensitive.

Call it sensitivity,
call it whatever you want,

but I see it as a disability.

Just the thought of going
to the factory is like death.

The others, they go, and that's it,
they're fine.

That's why I wanted to go to Canada.

But you don't want to go, so...

No, please don't go to Canada.

I went there, and to America too,

and I know I couldn't be happy there.

I don't think you'd like it either.

It would kill something in you.

You have a gift.

You may not realize it, but I do.

You have the gift of life.

I'm so afraid you'll ruin it,
and I need it so badly.

Please, trust me.

What I know for certain is that
we have just one life.

Yes, and that's why.

Tomorrow, if you want, I'll give you
the money, and you'll buy

a small farm you can work.

No, you don't understand.

I love you.
If you only knew how much I love you.

But I cannot let myself feel small.

I feel I've got no place
in the world,

and no mortal worth to anybody,
except you.

When you were gone, I tried
not to think about you too much

because there was no point.

But when I thought about it
all the same,

I thought to myself,

you are like my house.

But real houses
don't mean that much to me.

It's because

until I met you,

everything was like a prison for me.
I felt locked in.

Belittled.

And you, you opened the whole world
to me. When I think about it,

the way you opened up to me,

the way you gave me freedom,

I tell myself
that I'm a fool to be afraid.

And if you want me to move
to a farm next year,

well, I accept.

Excuse me.

I'm just so happy
we found each other.

I'd better go now,

without saying goodbye or anything.

But I also wanted to tell you

that while we're apart,
while we're not together,

it's not important to me
if you see other women.

-I won't need to.
-You never know.

I'd rather you not tell me.
It will be your secret.

The important thing
is that your heart remains soft.

Because if it stays soft,
I know I'll never lose you.

You know, I went without a wife
when I didn't have one.

I can wait. I can wait just fine.

Is it true, you'll wait for me?

And if one day I need you,

if I can't take my life anymore,
or if, for example,

I decide to leave Clifford,
will you join me?

If you think you need me, I'll come.

If you can't do otherwise,
I'll do the best for us.

I'm going to look for a job
on a farm, and then...

And then you'll come and join me
if one day I can't take it anymore?

Yes.

BASED ON "JOHN THOMAS AND LADY JANE,"
2ND VERSION "LADY CHATTERLEY'S LOVER"