All language subtitles for Lady.Chatterleys.Lover.1981.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD 2.0.H.264-SiGMA-English

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Come on, Anton, I'll
race you. Get up!

- Look, they're coming.
-Let's go and tell everyone.

- Connie, I won.
- I knew you would.

- you'll never beat
me, as usual. - What
was the bet this time?

The 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 a party:
Invite a German. -Anton,
we're not enemies yet.

- But the situation is serious.
-Please, not this evening.

- Why don't you dance with my
wife? -With pleasure. Excuse me.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I
have your attention, please?

I'm sorry to interrupt the
dance, but I'm sure you'll
want to hear the news.

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

Let us drink to England.

England.

- England. -England.

- And to Germany, of
course. -To Germany.

- And to England. -Germany.

Goodbye, Auntie.
Look after Connie.

- I shan't be long.
-Goodbye, Hilda.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

- Darling, I'd rather you
didn't come. -Are you sure?

- Cliff, take care of
yourself. -Roberts.

Should be back just in time
for the pheasant season.

Come on, lads!

Go on! Forwards!

Faster! Go on, faster!

Keep the line! Keep the line!

Forwards! Forwards, forwards!

Go on, lads!

Forwards!

This one's still
breathing, Paddy.

"'you can take a seat, Mr.
Worthing.' She looks in
her pocket for a pencil.

'Thank you, Lady Bracknell,
I prefer standing.'

Lady Bracknell,
notebook in hand:

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

...but it's the same list
the Duchess of Bolton
has. We work together.

However, I will enter your
name should your answers be...

...what a really affectionate
mother requires.

Do you smoke?' 'yes, I
must admit, I smoke.'

'I am glad to hear it."'

10:30. It's time to
go to bed, darling.

Dear, dear, another day gone.

Thank you, darling,
I can manage.

Good night, Connie.

Good morning.

Fritchley Hall, the home
of Lord and Lady Stewart is
offered for sale in September.

It's rumoured that
Shipley, near Matlock,
may 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 will 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.

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.

- Care for 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 ever since
he died, despite the children...

...I feel I've lived
for nothing. It's a
dreadful feeling.

To know you're bound to
die without having the
things you were born for.

Die? Who's going to 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 for 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.

There's nothing so
sad or futile...

...as an elderly woman
possessed by vain regrets.

I am possessed.

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
serious part of life.

The fact you are denied,
it may work inside your
subconscious, harming you.

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

- you did want me before,
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 a man...

...who you absolutely want
to make love to you...

...take him. Have a
lover if you want to.

Look, a kestrel.

Don't ever forget I love you.

- Hey, come on here.
-Come here, girl.

Come on up. Come on up.

- I'm sorry about the dog, sir.
-Don't worry, she's a good girl.

Look, will you give me a
push back to the house?
- Yes, sir.

- Milady. -Hello.

All right, pull.

Thank you, Mellors.

Thank you, Field.

Clifford?

Do you need some help?

- No, nearly done now.
-How did we do last year?

Not bad, considering. Even
the pheasants sold quite well.

What about the mine?
Shouldn't you open it again?

- I heard that coal--
-Not the right time.

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.

Clifford!

Oh, Clifford...

Call for Dr. Christie.

The doctor's on his way.

They're here, milady.

But it's not the
doctor, it's a nurse.

I'm Mrs. Bolton. I came
as quickly as I could.

- Good lord Lady Chatterley,
you look ill too.
- No, I'm fine.

Far from fine. I'll take
a look at him first, then
I'll take a look at you.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Good afternoon, Sir Clifford.
- Mrs. Bolton.

I'm perfectly all right.
I've told everyone that.

I'll decide, if you don't mind.
What seems to be the trouble?

Nothing new, just the
same old nonsense.

It's my shoulders this time, and
what's left of my damned spine.

- This weather is a godsend.
-Providing we don't get a flood
the way we did in '15.

We won't. It'll clear up
before the weeks out.

Isn't there anything I can do?

- Show me, in case it
happens again. -We'll see.

You can do something, Con.
Go and find out where Mellors is
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, milady.

Pain is nothing to be afraid of.

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

Right, on your back.

Connie, you're back early.
What did Mellors say?

I couldn't find him.

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

That's for you, milady.

- What is it? -Just
some quinine and herbs.

Hope it's not a love potion.

By the way, Mrs. Bolton is
spending the night. Could you
organize the blue room for her?

- Of course. -Drink up.

you've had a tiring
day, Sir Clifford. you
must get some rest.

- Thank you Mrs. Bolton.
I'll look after my husband.
-Certainly, milady.

- Good night, Sir
Clifford and milady. -Good
night, and thank you.

- Now, what's so funny? -The
Adventures of Hajji Baba.

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

If only they'd
covered their faces...

...what fire of passion
would have run through his body.

That's amusing.

Perhaps it's a pity 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. -Perhaps.

Sorry if I was unpleasant
this afternoon.

Good morning, milady.

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 gonna do today?

Nothing in particular.

If you've nothing better
to do, why not 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.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Quiet. Hey.

Lie down.

- Hello. -Hello.

- What can I do for you?
- Sir Clifford wants to know
when will you set the eggs?

Already started. It's
under control. Be better
than last year, tell him.

- May l? - 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.

- Couldn't you have one
made? -Aye, we could.

Only, why doesn't Sir
Clifford build a little
summerhouse for you?

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

I have to be on me own, now
that the birds are laying
19 to dozen.

- I shan't interfere. -So, have
you thought birds don't like
strangers around.

-I want a key. When can I have
it? -How many bosses am I to
have round here nowadays anyway?

Then don't make a key. On second
thought, I don't believe I ever
want to be here again.

Clifford? I gave Mellors
your message. 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 that's 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 gonna stay a while.
-Nothing serious, is it?

No, she just thought if she was
here it would free you more.

She'll give me my exercises.
She may as well be on the spot.

- It's marvelous,
isn't it? -Marvelous.

Mrs. Bolton you'll be staying
with us a while. That's good.

I think it's for the best. Did
you find Mr. Mellors today?

I 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 who 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 theirbacks up.

Like he has with you.

- Club. -Ace.

That's a cheat. You can't do
that. You're cheating Mrs. B.
Take a card. Thank you.

No that's you. Alright, my go.
My go. Jack.

- Card change. - I'm
tired. I think I'll go up.

- Good night Mrs. Bolton.
-Good night milady.

- Good night,
darling. -Good night.

- Ten. -Ten.

- Eight and change.
-Change of suit?

- Yes, change of suit.
- What do you want?

- Clubs. -Clubs.

Clifford, I have a problem.
you said I should take a lover.

- Want me to choose for
you, do you? -No, but
what if I 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'd
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,
breed. It's nature's law.

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

But I trust your taste,
of course.

- It is a sacrifice for both
of you. -A sacrifice to what?

To God's will.

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.

- Oh, it's you. -Not bad.

- Want to play seriously? - If
you like. you'll probably win.

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

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

l hear you did something
rather out of character today.

- Went to church, did you? -Yes.

What on earth for?

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

Milady.

Sit.

- yes, Mellors? -Got
that key for you, milady.

- Was it a lot of trouble?
-No. How could it be?
No trouble.

- Thank you, then. -Come on.

- Good morning darling.
-Morning.

- Morning. -Morning. Am I late?

- Not at all. -Did you
sleep well, milady?

Thank you, Mrs. Bolton. Well,
I'll have some breakfast then.

yes, see you later.

Go in there.

Come on, my little
ones, come on.

Come on, my little
ones, come on.

- Hello. -Hello.

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

Fair, young wife and
this land and no children
to pass it on to.

That shows how little you know.
Sir Clifford's getting stronger
all the time.

Thank you, Robert.
That will be all.

My prescription certainly
seems to have worked milady.

- Yes, you've done wonders for
Sir Clifford. - I meant fresh
air, healthy activity.

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

It's not much of a life for a
woman if her heart never works.
There's many who
have no real hearts.

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
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.

- Hello. -Hello.

You weren't ill then.

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

I see.

- What lovely, soft creatures.
-Aye, pretty young things.

- There. -Come, baby.

- They don't like me. -Then
we'll find one that does.

Go on.

It's not worth crying for.

There, there.

It's all right.

you're beautiful.

So beautiful.

I'm sorry I'm late. Why don't I
do that today? you're excused.

- Very good, milady.
-What a nice idea.

- Very good, milady.
-What a nice idea.
Want a game in a minute?

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, milady.

- 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.

- How awful. -yes, same
age you were widowed, Con.
Now, we're going to get you
back on your feet, aren't we?

Now, 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.

I didn't think I could.

The heart makes up for
a lot. I miss him 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.

- Can't think straight. -Don't
you want to win all my money?

- Can't think straight. -Don't
you want to win all my money?
- It's late. -Don't complain.

- It's late. -Don't complain.

Check.

Very good.

It must be early light now.
you can go to bed if you like.

It must be early light now.
you can go to bed if you like.
Open the curtains before
you leave, would you?

Open the curtains before
you leave, would you?

- Where are you taking all this?
-Sir Clifford's instructions.

- " Bury it in the attic,"
he said. -Where is he?

- Talking to two gentlemen in
the library. -Thank you, Field.

I believe that now is the right
time, but we simply must have
the bits modernized.

Especially the Oakwood Pit.
That we can exploit down to
the last possibility. Once we--

- 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.

- Have I done
something wrong? -No.

you think you've lowered
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? -Do you trust me?

- Yes, Mrs. B.
-Well, then, try again.

Lift and push.

Good, good, good.

And rest. Good.

you're lovely to me.

- So lovely to
touch. -Don't cry.

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 in the library
and asked not to be disturbed.

Mrs. Bolton is taking a nap.

- Well, it will 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. 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.

Don't cry. Don't...

...for my selfish sake.

I'm not worthy of you.

Wait here, Mellors.

What are you doing here?

yes, Mellors, what is it?

I caught a couple of poachers,
sir, with snares and rabbits,
just come dawn this morning.

- Where are they? -Outside, sir.

What should I do about them?

- Prosecute. -yes, sir.

Is it necessary
to prosecute them?

Is it 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, milady.

you see, they're poaching
because they're hungry--

Her ladyship is right.

We won't prosecute. Let them go.

- After you've thrashed
them. -Clifford!

He'll thrash them,
or he'll consider his
employment here ended.

Go on.

Good!

Thank you, Mellors.

Come on, then.

- 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?

- Didn't you want me to be here?
- Is it only to be when you want
it to be now?
-Well no, but--
-What happened to those poachers
that doesn't bother you?

-Well no, but--
-What happened to those poachers
that doesn't bother you?

- It didn't seem to bother you.
-Should I have disobeyed Sir
Clifford's orders?

Oh, you would have
beaten them anyway. Here.

Oh, you would have
beaten them anyway. Here.
- Even so. -Even so, milady.

- Even so. -Even so, milady.

Okay, 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.

If you have a child,
you'll tell him?

If he ever suspects about you,
I'd have to go ride away
somewhere.

What for?

I couldn't live without you...

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

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.

I must go now.

Sorry, milady.

- Where's Sir Clifford?
-In the library.

- Perhaps he didn't
hear. - I'll tell him.

- Oh, Milady.
- Yes?

- Aren't you coming in to
dinner? -Yes, I'm starving.

I just want to finish
with these plans.

What is it, the mine?

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 mine.

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
modernize it.

Good night, Clifford.

Good night, Con. Sleep well.

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 tiptop young fellas?

- I don't mean handsome.
-Handsome is as handsome does.

you don't take me
serious, do you?

What am I to you?
What do your sort say?

A fucker?

No, lover.

you are my lover.

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.

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."

- you think nothing
of me. - I do.

Not me.

It's this you enjoy.

And that's all.

And that's all.

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.

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.

It's got everything to
do with it. Everything.

Then we'd better say goodbye.

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

you must really hate me.

I mustn't come here anymore.

Wait, I don't want you to go.

Say you'll always come back here
Say something that will keep
until 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 stay the
night with me? -Soon.

- What are you doing? - I've
been watching the sunset.

That's all right.

Where are you going today?

I'm going to the woods, see
if the chicks have hatched.

Can you open the gate for me?

Thank you.

Why have you brought him here?
I thought you're to be
my wife in the woods.

And his 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. -Aye, 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.

Come on. Push, push!

It's no good. We're stuck.

Mellors!

Mellors!

Mellors. 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.

Yes, you can push.

Come on, man, push!

Push!

Push, Mellors!

Come on! Push.

Come on. Put your
back into it, man.

Push!

- Have you got the brake
on, sir? -No, of course not.

Wait a minute.

The gears have gone.

You'll have to
push me in neutral.

Well, give him a hand, Connie.

[in French]
It is a shame to be at
the mercy of anyone.

Mrs. Bolton, can
you send for Newman?

Don't bother him.
Mellors can carry me.

- Can't you, Mellors? -Yes, sir.

Connie, tidy my
chair away, will you?

Not too heavy am I, Mellors?

Don't touch those!

Thanks awfully, Mellors.

Thank you, sir.

- Did you enjoy your walk?
-Yes, thank you very much.

He's really quite a good
sort, don't you think?

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

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

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.

I'm so glad you did.

It's cozy in here.

- They're pretty. -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 in the night.

- Am I still beautiful?
-Aye, under the moon.

you're more of the
moon than this world.

The sky is real, the woods
are real, and you are real.

- I am your wife in the
woods. -Aye, my wife anywhere.

I never had a wife before.

I never knew what a
woman was like before.

It's day.

We have time.

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

- What? -Nothing.

I should go now.

Stay with me.

It's cold.

- What's wrong? -What
sort of man am I?

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

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.

How much?

This much?

This much?

you must go.

We'll have another
time like this.

Clifford?

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
damn-- -Peasant? Slave?

What if you got pregnant,
milady? 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. I 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,
milady. -Thank you, Field.

Could you do something for me?

Please tell Mellors.

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

you've 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?

Connie, look what
I've found for you.

Which one do you want?

Not for me. 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 heroic.

Dilemma? This letter's
arrived for you.

I hope that it's good news.

I'll see you in a minute.

Connie, dear, come on.

Don't you want to go swimming?

Honestly, Connie,
you're such a bore.

Clifford arranges it 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.

Absolutely awful.

Well I think it's the best thing
that ever could of happened.

Don't be silly.

- What are we going to
do with you and it?
-Get me back to England.

- Clifford? -Wait.

- Welcome back, milady. -Hello.

Isn't it simply wonderful?
And all Mrs. B's doing.

My encouragement, perhaps,
Sir Clifford, your will-power.

Be careful! Are you all right?

It's the devil of an
effort but really worth it.

- Going down the mine
was the triumph. -What?

I wrote you about it.
Didn't you get my letters?

I wrote you about everything.

Oliver?

Milady? 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
Mellors? -He's gone. 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 in my letters.

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 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 pain.

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, surely
you understand my position.

Clifford, I'm pregnant.

He's the father, and
your name be damned.

I tell you, love, work
outside the mine is
getting hard to come by.

- 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.

But 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 heard
of Canada? -What?

Canada, 14 pounds a week when
I get there. I'm working to
earn my fare.

- You've got to listen to me,
I've got it all planned-- -No.

How can you like
the likes of me?

- Oliver, I'm
pregnant. -Damn you.

So you 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.

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.

Can't you see you
live like a slave?

- I've made myself free. 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.

Connie?