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 honour 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 cllifford and this old house needs.
she's alive in the way the others never could be.
-necessity knows no iaw, my friends. -polltics, polltics.
-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.
Iadies 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 iast 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 iong. -goodbye, hiida.
goodbye. goodbye.
-darling, i'd rather you didn't come. -are you sure?
-clliff, take care of yourself. -roberts.
should be back just in time for the pheasant season.
come on, iads!
go on! forwards!
faster! go on, faster!
keep the iine! keep the iine!
forwards! forwards, forwards!
go on, iads!
forwards!
this one's stiii breathing, paddy.
"'you can take a seat, mr. worthing.' she looks in her pocket for a pencii.
'thank you, lady brackneii, i prefer standing.'
Iady brackneii, notebook in hand:
'you are not down on my iist of eiigibie young men...
...but it's the same iist the duchess of boiton has. we work together.
however, i will enter your name should your answers be...
...what an affectionate mother requires.
do you smoke?' 'yes, i must admit, i smoke.'
'i am giad 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.
fritchiey hall, the home of lord and lady stewart is offered for saie.
it's rumoured that shipiey, near matiock, may suffer the same fate.
it's as if the whoie worid is coiiapsing around us.
what's that, darling?
they want to seii fritchiey hall and shipiey.
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, fieid.
-that will be all for this evening. -very good, sir.
i think you're wonderfui, i do, really.
-why? -the way you are with cllifford.
i think it's wonderfui, really. poor boy...
...so crippied as he is.
not more than haif a man, you might say.
it's the right haif 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, poiitics, all that sort of thing.
and we got it. but ever since he died, despite the chiidren...
...i feei i've lived for nothing. it's a dreadfui feeiing.
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. immortallty.
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.
-immortallty. -immortallty.
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 ieaving eariy in the morning, so i shan't see you again.
there's nothing so sad or futiie...
...as an eideriy woman possessed by vain regrets.
i am possessed.
connie, i need to taik to you.
sit down a moment.
you know, you're the worst ioser, in a sense.
-darling. -i depend on you, live on you.
but you're denied a serious part of iife.
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 feei you've brought me a sacrifice.
connie, i must tell you this. if ever there's a man...
...who you absoiuteiy want to make love to you...
...take him. have a lover if you want to.
look, a kestrei.
don't ever forget i love you.
-hey, come on here. -come here, giri.
come on up. come on up.
-i'm sorry about the dog, sir. -don't worry, she's a good giri.
look, will you give me a push back to the house?
-milady. -heiio.
all right, puii.
thank you, meiiors.
thank you, fieid.
cllifford?
do you need some heip?
-no, neariy done now. -how did we do iast year?
not bad, considering. even the pheasants sold quite weii.
what about the mine? shouldn't you open it again?
-i heard that coai-- -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 piay me something? -what would you like me to piay?
whatever you like. you know the one. the one you piay so weii.
all right, then.
cllifford!
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. boiton. i came as quickiy as i could.
-you look iii 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 cllifford.
i'm perfectiy all right.
i'll decide, if you don't mind. what seems to be the troubie?
nothing new, just the same old nonsense.
it's my shoulders this time, and what's ieft of my damned spine.
-this weather is a godsend. -providing we don't get a fiood.
we won't. it'll ciear up.
isn't there anything i can do?
-show me, in case it happens again. -we'll see.
you can do something. see if meiiors is setting eggs under the birds.
we did weii iast year. i want to do even better.
cllifford, that's not important now.
fresh air and heaithy activity...
...that's my prescription for you, milady.
pain is nothing to fear.
it's just the body's way of telling us that something's amiss.
right, on your back.
connie, you're back eariy. what did meiiors say?
i couldn't find him.
connie, i can't ask you to do the simpiest thing.
that's for you, milady.
-what is it? -just some quinine and herbs.
hope it's not a love potion.
mrs. boiton is spending the night. organise the biue room for her.
-of course. -drink up.
you've had a tiring day, sir cllifford. you must get some rest.
-i'll look after my husband. -certainiy, milady.
-good night, sir cllifford and milady. -good night, and thank you.
-now, what's so funny? -the adventures of hajji baba.
he's repeiied by the naked faces of engiish women.
if oniy they'd covered their faces...
...what fire of passion would have run through him.
that's amusing.
it's a pity we never see anything of peopie but their face.
after all, the worst part of most peopie is their face.
you mean if we covered our faces and waiked about naked?
like renoir. why not?
and a torso in scuipture is often so loveiy without a head.
-it has a iife of its own. -perhaps.
sorry if i was unpieasant 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 beautifui. what are you gonna do today?
nothing in particuiar.
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.
qulet. hey.
Iie down.
-heiio. -heiio.
-what can i do for you? -when will you set the eggs?
aiready started. it's under controi. be better than iast year, tell him.
-may i? -if you'd like.
-it's very pieasant 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 oniy one key.
-couldn't you have one made? -aye, we could.
oniy, why doesn't sir cllifford buiid a iittie summerhouse for you?
no, i want to watch the pheasants.
i have to be on me own, now that the birds are iaying.
-i shan't interfere. -birds don't like strangers around.
-i want a key. when can i have it? -how many bosses do i have, anyway?
don't make a key. on second thought, i don't ever want to be here again.
cllifford? i gave meiiors 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.
-weii, there's aiways me. -you'll have to join the queue.
-mrs. b's aiready asked. -how can she?
-she's gonna stay a whiie. -nothing serious, is it?
no, she just thought it would free you more.
she'll give me my exercises. she may as weii be here.
-it's marveiious, isn't it? -marveiious.
you'll be staying with us a whiie. that's good.
i think it's for the best. did you find mr. meiiors today?
i did. he's the most insoient man i've ever taiked to.
he was a defiant iittie demon, even when he was a iad.
-you know him, then? -he prefers to keep his own company.
i thought he had a heart, if anybody could get there.
-a heart. -he just gets most women's backs up.
like he has with you.
-ciub. -ace.
you can't do that. you're cheating.
that's you. my go. jack.
-card change. -i'm tired. i think i'll go up.
-good night. -good night.
-good night, darling. -good night.
-ten. -ten.
-eight and change. -change of suit?
-yes. -to what?
-ciubs. -ciubs.
cllifford, i have a probiem. you said i should take a lover.
-want me to choose for you, do you? -no, but what if i have a chiid?
would you mind if i had a chiid?
-if you had whose chiid? -i don't know.
couldn't you promise it'd be by the hoiy ghost?
-would you mind? -whose chiid?
but need you ask?
isn't it the hoiy ghost if one looks at it that way?
all right, my dear, breed. it's nature's iaw.
i trust my son and heir will have a father worthy of a baronet.
but i trust your taste.
-it is a sacrifice for both of you. -a sacrifice to what?
to god's will.
can't you come out from under your pleties...
...and speak to me as a man to a woman?
-to condone something you have done? -no.
perhaps if you look upon things as a period of triai...
...in time, you will find your way.
-good afternoon, father. -good afternoon.
a period of triai.
keep stiii, mrs. b.
this is hard enough without you fidgeting all the time.
-oh, it's you. -not bad.
-want to piay seriousiy? -if you like. you'll probabiy win.
i haven't got the hang of it this way.
weii, it'll be a change for me to win.
i 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 hoiy ghost.
milady.
sit.
-yes, meiiors? -got that key for you, milady.
-was it a iot of troubie? -no. how could it be?
-thank you, then. -come on.
-good morning. -morning.
-morning. am i iate?
-not at all. -did you sieep weii, milady?
thank you, mrs. boiton. weii, i'll have some breakfast.
yes, see you iater.
go in there.
come on, my iittie ones, come on.
-heiio. -heiio.
shame about sir cllifford, isn't it?
fair, young wife and this iand and no chiidren to pass it on to.
that shows how iittie you know. sir cllifford's getting stronger.
thank you, robert. that will be all.
my prescription seems to have worked.
-you've done wonders for cllifford. -i meant fresh air, heaithy activity.
it's not much of a iife for a woman if her heart never works.
there's many who have no reai hearts.
but if you've got a heart, you don't want to live for money.
i'm sure you're right.
if there's something to make 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 eise if i can heip it.
good giri.
-heiio. -heiio.
you weren't iii then.
nurse went away, so i stayed with sir cllifford.
i see.
-what loveiy, 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 beautifui.
so beautifui.
i'm sorry i'm iate. why don't i do that today? you're excused.
-very good, milady. -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 practising.
-don't go, mrs. boiton. -excuse me, milady.
-join us, you're part of the famiiy. -thank you.
-how do you like your tea? -very strong, iots of sugar.
strong, sweet tea.
i got the taste from my husband.
-is it many years since he died? -i was 24.
-how awfui. -yes, same age you were widowed, con.
now, we're going to get you back on your feet, aren't we?
-yes. -i don't know how you lived through it.
i didn't think i could.
the heart makes up for a iot. i miss him, but i'll never forget him.
he'd never have ieft me, and i'll never ieave him.
a iesson to us all, con.
i mean, that's very touching, mrs. b.
-you'll never ieave me, will you? -cllifford.
once a wife in your heart, aiways a wife, i say.
come on, mrs. b.
-can't think straight. -don't you want to win all my money?
-it's iate. -don't compiain.
check.
very good.
it must be eariy iight now. you can go to bed if you like.
open the curtains before you ieave, would you?
-where are you taking this? -sir cllifford's instructions.
-"bury it in the attic," he said. -where is he?
-with two gentiemen in the iibrary. -thank you, fieid.
now is the right time, but we simpiy must have the bits modernised.
especially the oakwood pit. we can expioit that to the iast possibiiity--
-good morning, everybody. -gentiemen, my wife.
how do you do?
darling, would you let us taik in peace? please!
now, where were we?
sit down.
-have i done something wrong? -no.
you think you've iowered 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. -weii, then, try again.
Iift and push.
good, good, good.
and rest. good.
you're loveiy to me.
-so loveiy to touch. -don't cry.
i read something one day:
"i will experience everything in iife...
...so on the finai 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 cllifford is in the iibrary and asked not to be disturbed.
mrs. boiton is taking a nap.
-weii, 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 adorabie.
i couldn't bear it if you were unhappy.
so kind.
i honestiy think i should have died. they should have let me.
cllifford, don't. if something is iost, it needn't be all iost, need it?
there's no reason for me to live if nobody 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 cruei to make me responsibie for your iiving.
you want to live, don't you?
darling, i'm sorry.
i'm a reai brute.
don't cry. don't...
...for my selfish sake.
i'm not worthy of you.
wait here, meiiors.
what are you doing here?
yes, meiiors, what is it?
i caught a coupie of poachers, sir, with snares and rabbits, 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 eise for that matter?
they'd be all over the wood if we didn't prosecute.
-you were coiiiers, weren't you? -yes, milady.
you see, they're poaching because they're hungry--
her iadyship is right.
we won't prosecute. let them go.
-after you've thrashed them. -cllifford!
he'll thrash them, or he'll consider his empioyment here ended.
go on.
good!
thank you, meiiors.
come on, then.
-you're iate. -i meant to be.
-didn't you want me here? -is it oniy to be when you want?
what happened to those poachers didn't bother you?
-it didn't seem to bother you. -should i have disobeyed him?
you would have beaten them anyway.
-even so. -even so, milady.
okay, i'm sorry.
that's enough now.
-good. -faster today. a coupie more.
that's good.
to be honest, when we started...
...i thought it was hopeiess.
but now i think you can do it.
-what happens if you have a chiid? -i should like to have a chiid.
what about sir cllifford?
cllifford taiked about it.
-he wants a son and heir. -what?
he knows about me?
if you have a chiid, you'll tell him?
if he ever suspects about you, i'd have to go away.
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 saw me again?
yes, i'd mind. i'd fret.
-should you mind? -aye, that i would.
i should like you to iie one night with me at my cottage, just for once.
i must go now.
sorry, milady.
-where's sir cllifford? -in the iibrary.
-perhaps he didn't hear. -i'll tell him.
milady.
-aren't you coming in to dinner? -yes, i'm starving.
i just want to finish with these pians.
what is it, the mine?
i can't father a dynasty. i can't paint like renoir.
it has to be business, con.
immortallty must be the name chatterley.
we start with the mine.
are you iistening to me?
we'll have to make sacrifices in income and capitai...
...because we must modernise it.
good night, cllifford.
good night, con. sieep weii.
i was scared you wouldn't come today.
what do you come to a feiiow like me for?
because you can take it or ieave it as you please?
i saw you once, washing.
-i thought you were beautifui. -me?
your body was beautifui. i wanted you.
my body, beautifui?
to you? as knows all the tiptop young feiias?
-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 gratefui 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, iad.
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.
no, you're wrong.
i do love you.
and i want to sieep with you in your cottage, and i will.
when?
i want you to tell me my body is beautifui.
i would be your wife, but i can't ieave cllifford.
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 iose him right enough.
it's nothing to do with ciass.
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 something that will keep untii you come back here.
what shall i say?
say you'll never break it off between us.
i never will.
then let's make it iegai.
will you drive your nall into this tree for good and all?
-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? i thought you're to be my wife in the woods.
it was his idea to come here.
weii, 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 devii 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.
meiiors!
meiiors. 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, meiiors!
come on! push.
come on. put your back into it, man.
-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 neutrai.
weii, give him a hand, connie.
it is a shame to be at the mercy of anyone.
mrs. boiton, can you send for newman?
don't bother him. meiiors can carry me.
-can't you, meiiors? -yes, sir.
connie, tidy my chair away, will you?
not too heavy am i, meiiors?
don't touch those!
thanks awfuiiy, meiiors.
thank you, sir.
-did you enjoy your waik? -yes, thank you very much.
he's really quite a good sort, don't you think?
mrs. b, ask fieid to run me a bath, will you?
he thinks he's the whoie hiii of beans, as the americans say.
peopie like him...
...even mrs. boiton, nice as she is...
...they've no reai 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 soui?
he's just so much live human meat.
thank you, mrs. b.
so you've come, then?
obviousiy.
is it all right? you wanted to come?
of course. otherwise i wouldn't.
i'm giad you did.
i'm so giad you did.
it's cosy in here.
-they're pretty. -the fiowers.
-so that's what she looks like. -who?
-it is your wife, isn't it? -how do you know?
i know a iot about you.
weii, we didn't come here to taik 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 stiii beautifui? -aye, under the moon.
you're more of the moon than this worid.
the sky is reai, the woods are reai, and you are reai.
-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 sieep 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 paraiysed man and fucking his wife.
what sort of a mate am i for you?
how can you respect me except for fucking?
-and aimost anyone would do for that. -here, no other man would do for that.
i can't go among your peopie, you can't come to mine.
-does all that sociai stuff matter? -aye, it matters.
how much?
this much?
you must go.
we'll have another time like this.
cllifford?
cllifford.
you could tell me it's all untrue.
"go ahead, connie. take a man if you wish, oniy never ieave me."
-a man, connie, not a damn-- -peasant? siave?
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 meiiors....
oliver, is it?
you never even asked his name.
i've made all the arrangements. i sent a teiegram to your sister...
...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, fieid.
could you do something for me?
please tell meiiors.
darling, if i ieft my husband, you can ieave yours.
you've made the first move with this gamekeeper chap.
why are the second, third and fourth moves so difficuit?
it's not as easy for me as it is for you.
i don't like seeing you like this. i'll make you smiie 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 iater.
are you iistening? how can you stand it here all the time?
i quite enjoy it here. it makes my diiemma seem even more heroic.
diiemma? 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?
honestiy, connie, you're such a bore.
cllifford arranges it by sending you into exiie...
...and all you do is the exact opposite of what everyone eise wants to do.
pregnant women are allowed their whims.
-you can't be pregnant. -i am. i've seen a doctor.
absoiuteiy awfui.
it's the best thing that ever happened to me.
don't be siiiy.
-what will we do with you and it? -get me back to england.
-cllifford? -wait.
-weicome back, milady. -heiio.
isn't it simpiy wonderfui? and all mrs. b's doing.
my encouragement, perhaps, sir cllifford, your will-power.
be carefui! are you all right?
it's the devii 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 troubied you.
-what's happened to meiiors? -he's gone. sir cllifford dismissed him.
i see.
you'd better tell me everything.
-about what? -meiiors.
meiiors?
i wrote you about it. it was in my letters.
i didn't read your letters. tell me.
i thought you didn't answer them, because of that.
when i heard you were coming back, i thought you'd forgiven me.
because of what?
he didn't want to stay.
you sent me away, and you dismissed him. i can't beiieve it.
i didn't want you to become too fond of him.
i know we agreed about you having a lover...
...but i did it because of you, to save you pain.
after all, we did taik about a son and heir...
...and if you'd saw too much of him...
...who knows what bastards i'd give my name.
-your name. -con, sureiy you understand my position.
cllifford, 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.
-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 iife.
if you hate me, how can you stiii siave for the chatterleys?
-have you heard of canada? -what?
canada, 1 4 pounds a week. i'm working to earn my fare.
-listen to me, i've got it all pianned-- -no.
how can you like the likes of me?
-oliver, i'm pregnant. -damn you.
you got what you want, and sir cllifford gets a chiid.
no, it will have my maiden name or your name.
there will be no other chatterley. cllifford is the iast.
i'll ieave him, whether you come 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.
can't you see you live like a siave?
-i've made myself free. you can too. -i'll not be a kept man.
and our chiid, no ciass. 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 beautifui? -you are.
-how iong to go? -seven months.
we'll see, we'll see.
connie?
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