All language subtitles for Young Lady Chatterley (1977) (1)

Albert seems to be gone more and more these days,

and so I have turned to art for solace.

But how many times can one sketch a tree?

Today was my 21st, and suddenly it all seemed too, too pointless.

I decided to go for a walk, to exercise my limbs,

and to see some new scenery.

The next thing I knew, I had rounded the path.

And there he was.

He, him, that glowing and glorious creature.

I didn't know what to do.

I turned away quickly.

And yet, something stopped me.

Something in the innermost part of my being

refused to move, holding me captive in this most

compromising situation.

I felt the flush of embarrassment overtake my body.

Yet still I could not move.

He turned round and discovered me.

He looked directly into my eyes, almost taunting me.

Presently, he began to move, actually coming toward me.

When I see a wench's nipples hard and stiff,

I like to think it was me that done it,

and not to chill in the air.

You're crude. You're crude indeed.

Aye, and what's that got to do with the Eichen and Seutje?

I shall certainly make sure that you are severely discharged

when Sir Albert returns.

Why waste such a pretty mouth on empty words?

regret doing this. I'd regret it more if I didn't do it, my lady. You'd regret it too.

And he took me.

Took me as I'd never been taken before.

I tried to console myself by saying he was raping me.

But in my mind, I was raping him.

Keep this away from me, alright? Okay.

I say, have you anything for an evening funeral?

Something with black feathers, perhaps?

Gwen, what are you doing here in the middle of the day?

I felt too ill to go to work today.

Ill?

You were up and out of the flat before I left this morning.

Yes, I know, but the thing is, I only felt ill when I got to work.

Gwen, you're a fabulous roommate,

but sometimes you're really impossible.

I know, but what isn't these days?

Good.

Well, the reason I'm here is about a phone call for you.

A very unusual phone call, I might add,

from a solicitor called Hartford.

Hartford?

I didn't know anybody named Hartford,

especially not a solicitor.

Oh, he said you wouldn't know him,

but he'd been trying to locate you for weeks.

I wonder why.

I don't know.

He wouldn't say.

Oh, but I've got his number.

Just a minute.

Here it is.

Mr. Geoffrey Hartford, solicitor.

Now, you must call him immediately.

It's very important.

OK.

Thanks.

Oh, by the way, did you read the Times, the society page?

Yeah, I did.

Oh, aren't we launching out this midday?

I've read it so many times, I know it by heart.

Mr. And Mrs. Reginald Kensington announce the engagement

of their son, Philip, to Miss Cynthia Chatterley.

The stylish Mrs. Kensington assured this reporter

that there would be a formal announcement made

at the gala party being given in honor of the young attendees

at week's end.

Isn't that just fabulous?

Yeah.

Wow, calm down.

You're much too excited.

Emily.

Darling, what's wrong?

What is it?

It's nothing, really.

It just seems like I've never really

done anything with my life.

And here I am, chucking in the towel

and living out my days with Philip.

Chucking in the towel?

What a very odd way of describing marital bliss.

I mean, Philip isn't the most exciting man in the world,

but he is quite a catch, you know.

I know he is.

He's young, he's attractive, he's well-to-do,

he's got a marvelously promising career ahead of him

in business.

And the whole thing just seems sort of dull.

Oh, well, I'm certainly glad there's nothing wrong.

I guess I just have to learn that life isn't

like it is in fairy tales.

No, this isn't it.

No, well, well.

Oh, speaking of fairy tales, here comes

Prince Charming himself.

Good morning, darling.

Hi.

Oh, hello, Gwen.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I just came in out of the rain.

But it's not raining.

It's quite dry out.

Actually, the sun is shining.

No.

Yes.

Really?

Oh, well, I better get going then.

Oh, don't forget to make the call.

Cheerio, bye.

Cheerio, bye.

I'll see you at home, Gwen.

Did you see this morning's times?

Yes, I did.

It's very nice, Philip.

Gwen clipped it out for me.

Well, I guess that makes it all official then, eh?

Yeah, I guess it does.

Actually, darling, I can't stay but a moment.

Tons of paperwork on my desk, you know.

But I just popped in to ask if you'll wear the black dress,

you know, to Mother's party.

My black?

Oh, yeah, sure, Philip.

Don't worry.

I won't embarrass you.

Oh, I know you are, my sweet.

But you know how sticky mother is about propriety.

Of course, I'll wear my black dress.

Now, I got a lot of work I have to do too,

so maybe you had better pop back to your office.

Oh, you're absolutely right.

Well, cheerio.

Goodbye, Philip.

Bye.

And your paternal grandfather, Robert,

he had a brother, Sir Albert Chatterley.

Yes, I believe he did.

See, my parents died when I was only four,

so I'm not really too certain of my family tree.

But you are English.

I have dual citizenship.

See, my mother was American and my father was English,

but I was born right here in London.

After my folks died, I went to live with friends

of my mother's in San Francisco.

I only returned to England 18 months ago.

Well, I am convinced that you are definitely the granddaughter

of Robert Chatterley.

I've been looking for you for over a month.

I still don't know why.

Well, it's very simple, really.

Your grandfather's brother, Sir Albert, died 20 years ago.

His wife, Lady Frances Chatterley,

lived on until seven weeks ago.

She's left no will and there are no other living relatives.

You have inherited everything she had.

And just what does she have?

Well, the estate consists of a 22-room house on 18 acres,

a vintage touring car, a stable and horses, pictures,

furniture, household servants, et cetera, et cetera,

the usual lot.

I mean, one Chatterley or another

has lived on the estate for over 200 years.

So you can imagine the length of the list of inventory.

Must be incredible.

Yes.

So if you'll just sign this power of attorney,

I'll take care of the sale and you

needn't worry your pretty little head about it ever again.

Sale?

I don't understand.

I thought you said it was mine.

Well, legally it is.

But the estate is heavily mortgaged

and there are taxes coming up at the first of the month.

So if you leave everything to me,

the estate will be settled and you'll

get your inheritance of approximately 20,000

pounds free and unencumbered.

Your signature at the bottom of the page, dear.

I don't want to seem selfish, Mr. Hartford,

but I would like to see it before it's sold.

I mean, if my ancestors lived there for 200 years,

well, that's something I've got to see.

Of course, how thoughtful of me.

Of course you want to see it.

Here it is.

it's beautiful but that's not really what I meant. I mean I'd like to see it in

person you know go there sort of touch bases with my past.

I see well I hadn't planned on a visit but I'm sure I can arrange something

rather for a day or two.

yeah a day or two that's all I want.

fine. would you be prepared to leave by the weekend?

well the fact is I did have a commitment for this weekend.

is it so important then?

mm-hmm nothing that can't wait till I get back.

very well leave it to me I'll make all the arrangements.

music

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I hurt your flowers?

You were telling much good.

I've been waiting over a week for these things to get here.

Damn it, now, it's going to come out of my pocket now.

Oh, well, here, let me give you some money to help pay for it.

I'm not usually so clumsy, but I thought the chauffeur would

be here, and I started looking for him,

and that's when I ran into you.

Here, is this enough?

I don't want it.

Oh, no, no, please, I insist.

I mean, I ran into you, and it's going

to come out of your pocket.

I think it's only fair that I should pay for it.

I said, I don't want your money.

Oh, well, you don't have to be rude.

I mean, I just thought that.

You thought wrong.

I can take care of this.

Why don't you save that as a tip for your chauffeur?

Miss Chatelet, I'm Carl, madam, your chauffeur.

Oh, hi.

If you will follow me, your car is waiting.

You must be Miss Cynthia, Mum.

Yes.

Oh, welcome to your new home.

Thank you.

I'm Mary Jamieson, your housekeeper.

Hi.

And the old gent's me husband, Sidney.

Officially he's the butler, Mum, but really he's a jack of all trades.

I'm happy to meet you, Sidney.

Likewise, Mum.

Oh, this is Sybil, Mum.

She's the light duty maid.

How are you, Sybil?

Splendid, thank you, Mum.

And this one's Jeanette.

The heavy duty maid.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, and of course, this is my husband, Sidney.

He's the butler.

He's the butler.

He's the butler.

He's the butler.

He's the butler.

Oh, and of course, this is my husband, Jeanette.

The heavy duty maid.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, and of course, then, you already met Carl.

Oh, sure.

Carl and I are already old friends, aren't we, Carl?

Madame is most generous.

Well, certainly am.

Happy to meet all of you, and I'm absolutely thrilled to be here.

Oh, Mum, it's us who's thrilled.

Oh, we're so glad you decided to come.

I mean, it's been a bit sticky this last seven weeks since the old lady died.

God rest the soul.

Oh, I'm so glad.

I mean, it's been a bit sticky this last seven weeks since the old lady died.

God rest the soul.

Oh, I'm so glad.

I mean, it's been a bit sticky this last seven weeks since the old lady died.

Come in.

Morning, Mom.

Oh, good morning, Mary.

I took the liberty of preparing a light breakfast, Mum.

Oh, it looks great.

There.

Hope it meets with your approval.

It is perfect.

Thank you, Mary.

It's my pleasure, Mum.

Did you sleep well?

Mm, like a baby.

Oh, I feel absolutely marvelous.

Well, it's a fine day for feeling marvelous.

Oh, I was wondering if you'd like to see the house, Mum.

Some of the rooms have been closed up since the master

died a few years back.

But I'll put Janet to air in a minute for you.

Oh, I'd love to see it.

I want to see all of it, only a little later on.

It's such a pretty day.

I want to be out of doors.

I feel like taking a walk or a ride.

Are there any horses on the estate?

Indeed there are, Mum.

We've got a stable boy, too.

I tell you what, I'll have him bring the horses around

to the front of the house in, what, about 40 minutes?

That's perfect, 40 minutes.

OK, I'll be ready.

You don't talk much, do you?

I guess I don't have too much to say.

Well, if people only talked when they had something to say, it'd be a very quiet world.

Would that be so bad?

No. I suppose not.

For someone so quiet, you certainly communicate with those horses.

Horses feel. They can sense things.

Maybe if people took more time, they'd feel things too.

Maybe.

Over fields and meadows

♪ Rides across the day

♪ Across the day

I'm a solitary boy seeking joy.

His tiny world expanding, love has come at last.

This lonely rider, he rides being his past.

You've never been with a woman before, have you?

No.

It's all right.

I don't want you to have to pretend or...

put on any performances for me.

I just...

I want to be with you.

In a special way that only a man and a...

woman...

can be together.

It's just that... I...

You don't have to say anything.

I'll make love to you.

Can't get over all these rooms.

There's 22 altogether, ma'am.

That's not counting the old servants' quarters.

By the way, which one of these rooms belonged to my aunt?

Why, your room, ma'am.

I thought you'd be more comfortable in there.

You know, I had a feeling this might be her room.

It's funny how inanimate objects seem to give off vibrations.

Like this entire house gives off very definite vibrations.

Haven't you felt it, Mary?

No, ma'am, I can't say as I am.

But you know, the old lady, may she rest in peace,

she used to say she felt like this whole house

had a life of its own.

Life of its own.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's it exactly.

Well, I'll leave you alone now, ma'am.

If there's anything you want, you just call.

Yes, yes, I will, Mary.

Thank you.

It's my pleasure, ma'am.

Good night, ma'am.

Good night.

Oh, Mary, thanks again for showing me the house.

I'll see you in the morning, ma'am.

The Diary of Lady Chatterley.

And in the few short months we've been together, he's taught me more than I can ever express.

He's really quite wonderful.

More wonderful than any woman has a right to ask for.

If only he weren't so common.

And this very commonness is one of the things that makes him so very exciting.

Can we be getting back to the hut?

I haven't got much time.

So, you're no longer afraid to tell me when you've got the lust and urge.

Well, it's just that Sir Albert is...

No, no, no need for explaining.

You want me, and you told me so.

Don't ever be afraid to satisfy your desires.

I'm afraid I'm not a very good pupil.

I'm still feeling very guilty about all this.

It's all right to feel guilty.

If it makes you feel better.

As long as it doesn't get in the way of what you want.

Very well then.

I want you.

Let's get back to the hut.

Sex is a part of life.

Of nature.

And right now we're closer to nature than we've ever been before.

Now lass, we don't have to go back to the hut.

Right here is a perfect place for our lust and...

Right here?

In the open?

Right here.

Are you afraid?

I'm not afraid.

Are you?

Good morning, Mary.

Good morning, Sidney.

Oh, good morning, ma'am.

Good morning to you, my lady.

Oh, Sidney, please sit.

Sit.

Ma, we're up late this morning, ma'am, aren't we?

It's way past 10.

Oh, hi.

I was up half the night reading.

Oh, why, no wonder.

I like a good book myself, especially

a nice, juicy mystery.

Here, I'll put the kettle on.

It won't take a minute.

It won't.

Oh, no, not right now, please, Mary.

I thought it was such a pretty morning,

I thought I'd just take a walk.

Aye, that it is, ma'am.

Oh, ma, Mary, you can't go out and eat your stomach.

Here, take a bit of bread marmalade with you.

Just came out the oven.

Well, it does smell fabulous.

Oh, by the way, ma'am, if you've got nowhere special to go,

you might like to go down and see the wildflowers.

They're lovely now.

Oh, they sit.

They're in full bloom.

Oh, I'd love to see them.

Where are they?

Go through the garden, and behind the garden is that.

You can't miss them.

The garden is that?

That's right, ma'am.

Go right through the garden.

Hey, you can't miss them.

In the mountains.

That's it. That's it.

You know why you're so good? Because you like it as much as I do.

Are you ready yet, you bastard?

It's too late now.

Take it off! Take it off!

You went and got it all over me uniform!

She...

No, you really went and buggered it!

Ginette?

Hey, this ain't no bloody peep show.

You're the bird with the chauffeur at the station.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was looking at the wildflowers.

What, you thought you see something grown inside the hut?

No, but I was, well, I heard the.

Yeah?

Well, it's a private estate, you know,

not some bloody botanical gardens.

I know it is.

It's mine.

Yours?

Well, you're the old lady's niece?

Yeah.

Who are you?

I'm the gardener here.

And this is where I live.

And what I do when I'm not working is my own business.

What, you want to fire me?

No.

Look, I'm only going to be here for a few days.

And I don't want to intrude on your private life.

Anyway, it's none of my business.

You're right.

Yes.

Well, then, goodbye.

Where did you get it clear up here?

I told you I spilled it.

You never know that lotion leaves such a nasty stain.

If you're so worried about your hands, why don't you wear rubber gloves like I do?

Oh, hello mum. Excuse me a moment.

I was just telling Jeanette what a marvellous protection rubber things can be.

Well, I'd best be getting about me dusting. Ta-da!

Did she... Mum, it's for you. It's from London. Says that she retained it. Go on.

Thank you, Mary.

Oh, Cynthia. How good to hear your voice.

Thank you, Philip.

I may as well come right to the point. When are you returning to London?

I don't know yet, Philip.

What do you mean you don't know yet?

I mean exactly what it implies.

Really, Philip, I wish you wouldn't badger me so.

Badger you? That's a highly untoward remark, I must say.

First you embarrass me beyond endurance, and then you turn right around with not so much as an I'm sorry,

and accuse me of badgering you.

Philip, I am sorry about the party. I told you I was sorry before I left London.

Well, if you're so sorry, why did you leave in the first place?

I really don't want to go all through this again.

Very well, then. When might I expect you to return to London?

I don't know yet, Philip. I honestly don't know.

Honestly, Cynthia, whatever am I to tell Mother?

Bath's ready, Mum.

Something wrong, Mum?

What?

I don't know.

Now then, about that little escapade in the garden.

Well, it weren't my fault, Mom.

Honest.

I'm not talking about fault.

I'm talking about finding two of my servants behaving

like, uh, animals.

Broad daylight.

That paw's a crude one, he is.

He ain't got no feelings for no one.

Not a drop of respect.

Well, that may very well be, but I still feel that he is.

But he sure knows what it's all about.

He's an animal, he is.

He just takes one look at the woman, and boom, boom.

Trouble is, it don't take men as long as it does women.

Especially poor.

I went there more than 10 seconds,

when all of a sudden, wham, his pecker

swells up bigger than a hot house cucumber.

I don't believe I've ever seen a hot house cucumber.

Oh, they get huge, Mom.

Gigantic.

Gigantic.

And there he was, ripe and ready to ravage

my poor helpless body.

Ravage?

Yes, Mom, ravage.

He threw me on the table and let me have it.

Oh, you do believe me, don't you, Mom?

Lovely.

I could just sit here all day and look at the scenery.

Oh, how did you like the wildflowers this morning?

The wildflowers?

Yeah, don't you remember, Mom,

you were gonna go down and look at the wildflowers.

Oh, that's right, the wildflowers.

They were beautiful.

Yeah, behind the gardener's hut.

Yeah, I loved them.

In fact, all the flowers here are really beautiful.

But you know there's one flower I haven't seen?

It's one of my favorites, too, the gladiola.

Oh, them pretty ones on the long stalks, Mom?

Yeah, yeah, long stalks.

I believe you're right.

Don't think there are any on the property.

Well.

That's strange.

Well, maybe it's just not the right climate for them.

Oh, I think they do marvelous in our climate, Mom.

Here, I know you ought to ask Paul, the gardener.

Have you met Paul yet?

Yeah, yeah, we met briefly this morning.

Well, you ask Paul, I tell you, he can, he knows what's what

with things that grow.

I'll go and get him for you.

Oh, no, no, no, that's all right.

He's, looks like he's very busy.

I don't want to bother him.

Well, don't bother him, Mom.

Crikey, that's what he's here for.

Hey, Paul?

Paul, come here.

Miss Cynthia wants to talk to you.

That's the hottest bird in the county, huh?

So, what can I do for you, Miss Cynthia, isn't it?

Yes, Cynthia Chatterley.

I know the last name.

Yes, of course.

Well, now we've been properly introduced,

what can I do for you?

Well, it's really not very important.

I was just saying to Mary how I hadn't noticed

any gladiolas on the property.

Don't like them.

They're so pretty.

Of course, it's, uh...

Glads is a la-dee-da flower.

Like some city people.

Oh, really?

That's a very interesting observation.

It's true.

And, uh, could you explain further how the gladiola

is like a city person?

A lot of work for a little bit of flash.

First sign of cold, you've got to stick them in the hot house.

I like my flowers natural, a little bit wild.

Not overly cultivated and pampered,

so as, uh, when you even touch one, it'll wilt.

Besides, you know what glads grow in?

Sandy loam and manure.

What, you want your whole garden stinking

like a pile of dung?

But I like gladiolas.

Each to his own taste, ma.

I hope you won't be disappointed, Madame.

Disappointed in what, Carl?

In the village, Madame.

There's nothing there to see or do.

Well, thank you for your concern, Carl,

but it's pleasant enough just getting out for a ride.

Besides, I hear they have some very nice plants at the village nursery.

Plants, Madame?

Uh-huh.

I've decided to take a more active interest in the garden.

The nursery is inside the village, madam.

I will wait here with the car.

Oh, that's silly, Carl.

You come on with me.

I could not do that, madam.

It is not my place.

Oh, you're talking nonsense, Carl.

Come on.

Would not be right, madam.

Right?

Well, is it right for you to have to wait here in the car

while I go into the village?

Do you really not want to go with me, Carl?

Or are you just afraid of what people might say?

It's not that, madam.

Well, good. Then come on.

Besides, I'll probably need you to help

me carry the garden things.

As you wish, madam.

Good.

How smugly you sit there.

So conscious of class, place.

I wonder just how long it'd take to really feel you're cool.

Hello, Vicar.

Hi. You want a ride?

Yeah, sure. That'd be great.

You an American?

Yeah.

Where are you going?

Just down the road.

What's your name?

Michael.

Cynthia.

Hi.

♪

Thank you, Carl. I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed our outing.

Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen.

Good afternoon, Miss Chatterley.

May I present Mr. Barskin.

Mr. Barskin, Miss Chatterley.

Happy to meet you, Miss Chatterley.

Thank you, Mr. Barskin. Likewise.

Well, shall we have tea?

Miss Chatterley?

Would you like to sit here, Mr. Barskin?

And, uh, Mr. Hartford?

Well, let's get down to brass tacks, eh?

By all means, gentlemen. Fire away.

I'm prepared to make you a very generous offer, Miss Chatterley.

A very generous offer, indeed.

Make it, Mr. Barskin.

Industrially speaking, this land is going to waste.

I should like to put the land to use.

Put up a factory where this house stands.

And on the remaining acreage, say, 100,

possibly 150 low-cost houses for the workers of that factory.

Think of it, Miss Chatterley.

Yeah, think of it.

But don't you feel, Mr. Barskin, that in this, uh,

highly industrialized, highly populated world,

there's also a need for, uh,

preserving a part of our past, our, uh, heritage?

There's no room, no time for preserving the past, Miss Chatterley.

We must look to the future.

Yes, but to tear down this gracious old house,

that's something I just couldn't do. I just...

I think we've got on the wrong track here.

This is not a discussion of ethics or aesthetics, my dear.

The problem is a monetary one, pure and simple.

I told you in London it would probably be necessary for you to sell.

I'm not forgetting anything, Mr. Hartford. It's just that...

Perhaps I didn't paint a dark enough picture for you.

You see, Miss Chatterley, though you stand to inherit close to 20,000 pounds,

there is a mortgage, and taxes are due amounting to more than 30,000 pounds.

They're due at the first of the month. Now do you see?

Yes. Well, you certainly have painted the picture blacker.

I am prepared to take over the estate, and all the debts thereof,

and give you a small profit of, say, 40,000 pounds.

A most generous offer, my dear.

Yes, it is a most generous offer.

Well, I can't refuse you, neither can I accept.

Can't accept?

Well, not at this time, but I thank you,

and I certainly shall take it into consideration.

But, my dear Miss Chatterley, what is there to consider?

The first of the month is in two weeks.

What could you possibly do to get that kind of money in so short a time?

Whatever I must, Mr. Hartford.

Whatever I must.

Hello? Yes?

Gwen!

Oh, fine, just fine.

Oh, so good to hear your voice.

Good hearing yours, darling.

And how is Landy Gent retreating you?

You haven't come down in malaria yet, have you?

Gwen, this place is fabulous.

It's absolutely the most incredible place I've ever seen.

That's good.

So, when are you coming home?

Gwen, I think I am home.

Oh, darling, you can't be serious.

I mean, really, how fabulous can fresh air be?

Gwen, I can't put it into words.

I just...

And what does Philip think about this?

Philip?

I haven't told him yet.

You must have told him something.

He's planning on coming down there to straighten things out.

You're kidding.

When?

Tomorrow.

We're taking the twelve o'clock train from Victoria.

We?

Well, he insisted that I come along.

You don't mind, do you?

No, no.

As a matter of fact, I'm glad you'll be here.

I'll be needing all the moral support I can get.

I'll see you Saturday, then.

Right, I'll look forward to it.

Me too.

Take care of yourself.

Don't worry, Gwen, I will.

Bye, love.

Goodbye.

I told Carl I'd be setting out the plants this morning.

Well, uh, I felt like doing it myself this morning.

Didn't he tell you?

Uh-uh.

What? You didn't think me capable of it?

In spite of what you may think, I really am a good gardener.

And this is my job.

I'm quite aware of your position here.

Let me tell you something.

Nobody's more aware of position around here than me.

I've been reminded of it all my life.

So, whatever your ladyship wishes,

go right ahead.

Plant your own bleeding flowers.

Here, take them.

Take your precious little plants and, uh,

dig away in your self-righteous pity.

Do whatever you want.

I don't care.

Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come down so hard on you.

I...

Come on, I hate it when anybody cries.

It's gonna be alright.

I love you.

It's gonna be alright.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what...

God had in me.

I... just...

I want you so much.

I want you from the first time I saw you.

At this train station.

I want you.

Honestly, Mum, I don't understand it.

A grown lady like yourself staying out in the rain?

You'll be lucky if you don't end up with double pneumonia.

I'm fine, Mary, just fine.

And all this really isn't necessary.

Well, you let me be the judge of that.

Now, come on, into bed with you.

There now.

Are you comfy?

Yes, Mary.

Thank you.

You know, Mary, I really do appreciate all you've done for me,

even if I don't need it.

Come on, none of that now.

It's my pleasure, Mum.

Really?

Now what?

Sorry to disturb you, Mum, but Jeanette

says there's a Mr. Baskin on the line.

Well, you just tell him.

A ladyship has retired for the evening and can't be disturbed.

You want us to say that, Mum?

Tell Mr. Baskin that I haven't made up my mind yet,

and tell him I'll call him up on Monday.

Yes, Mum.

We'll tell him all right.

Hm, Monday.

Could I be expecting a miracle to happen between now and then?

Why, don't you fret, love.

You know you're a fine lady.

You'll get what you want, you see.

Now, sleep tight.

Shall I turn the light out for you?

Oh, no, not just yet.

I think I want to read a bit first.

Well, don't you overdo it.

Tomorrow's Saturday, a big day, and you need your rest.

Don't worry, I won't.

I promise.

Good night, Miss.

Good night, Mary.

Overdue?

If only you knew how overdone I already am.

Oh, there it is.

I have no more pages.

At first I tried to appease my conscience by telling myself that it was because Albert was away.

But Albert is home. Actually in the house.

And still I must continue this affair.

Right after tea time, I made the vaguest of pretence and slipped quietly out the door to meet my peasant lover.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong, my lady.

Well, then I've been here a full 20 seconds and you've yet to throw me on the ground and have your way with me.

So what you want me to do?

Yes.

Don't you?

Me?

I... I want to.

Very well, then.

But first...

I want you to undress me.

We've never done that before.

It's always me undoing you.

Well, very well, then. Where do I begin?

Anywhere you're mine to.

Earl, now, tell me.

What tell you? What?

Tell me what you see.

Describe it.

A man likes a woman who is not afraid to talk about the body.

I see two shoulders, very broad and very tanned.

And I see two arms that look quite warm and strong.

See how the hair stops right there, where the arm joins the shoulder.

Most interesting.

And I see a chest that bulges outward with muscle, covered by a fine, soft down.

Look how dark the hair is.

It's just dark and thick as the hair on your head.

How pale it is at the shank.

Almost crimson.

So soft.

I can see it surging.

Surging.

Making this beautiful map of Stifley erect.

Everything about your body is beautiful.

A work of art.

I want you to so demise me.

So I think it is time for me to move on.

Where will you go?

Wherever the wind takes me.

I suppose there'll be another lady wherever this place is.

Well, it's a big world.

One meets a lot of ladies.

Yes.

And it's a shame there aren't more gentlemen to go along with it.

I mean, it's almost a shame you weren't born a gentleman.

No, no, not me, your ladyship.

I won't cut out for all that idle nonsense.

No, I'm a common coxswain, born and bred.

And I'll be not wishing for anything else.

But yes, I suppose you've almost made an art of your commonness.

And I hope you stay well and happy.

And I shall miss you.

Welcome, madam. Welcome, sir, to the Chatterley estate.

It's lovely. Absolutely lovely.

Well, thank you, madam. Miss Cynthia told me you'd like it.

And you, of course, are Sir Philip.

Oh, she told me so much about you, sir.

And just where is Miss Cynthia? I had expected her to meet us at the station.

Yes, where is she? We're dying to see her.

Oh, and she, you. But you must be very exhausted after that long journey.

But what about Cynthia? Why isn't she here?

Well, Philip, maybe she has things to do.

Oh, yes, that's it exactly. She's got so many things to do.

She wants everything to be just right for you.

There you are, Philip. She's just primping herself.

And I could do with a bit of that myself. Yes.

Of course. Now, your rooms are all ready and waiting for you, if you'll follow me, please.

Sidney, bring the baggage.

Yes?

I'm sorry to bother you, sir,

but Karl just handed me a note from Miss Cynthia.

Gone to have her hair done.

I'm beginning to feel as if I'm being avoided.

Oh, no, sir. I'm sure Miss Cynthia just wanted to look her best.

I mean, not having seen you in a while and all.

I suppose so. Thank you, Mary.

Oh, I almost forgot, sir.

Miss Cynthia thought you might like to take a nice ride while she's gone.

I really didn't come all this way just to...

Who's the young chap with the horses?

Oh, that'll be Ronnie, the stable boy.

Has he brought the horses round already?

Yes, he has.

Oh, well, I'll tell him you're not in the mood, sir.

No, don't bother. A nice ride might be just what I need to loosen up a bit.

That's right, sir. That'll fix you up.

Well, I'll be along in a moment.

I'll tell the boy, sir.

Ow!

You eat.

You look incredible.

But why all the mystery?

I mean, really, a note stood under my door.

Meet you by the fountain in 50 minutes.

Don't tell Philip.

I had to wait till he'd gone.

Why were you in such a rush to get rid of him?

I mean, the poor thing just arrived.

I don't want to see him yet.

Besides, I want to talk to you about something very important.

Sounds divinely gossipy.

What is it?

I decided I don't want to leave.

I'm going to stay here at the house.

Darling, I know we'll part the taxes and mortgage.

How do you expect to pay for all this?

I'm going to get the money from Philip.

Now I know you're crazy.

You'll never go along with it.

He hates the country.

His mother hates him being out of his sight for more than five minutes.

And yet you expect him to keep this place going.

Amazing.

Absolutely amazing.

All I've got to do is change his mind.

Gossip, setting his ways, Philip.

And how do you intend to do that?

Oh, yes, Mother.

She's coming back with me.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yes.

Yes, Mother.

Yes.

See you tomorrow.

Bye-bye, dear.

Excuse me, sir, but I wanted to bring you your costume.

Costume?

What on earth would I be wanting with a costume?

Why, for the party tonight, sir.

It's going to be a period costume affair.

What drivel.

No one mentioned anything to me about a costume,

and I have no intention of wearing one.

Oh, but sir, the party's going to be in your honor.

My honor?

Really?

Yes, sir.

Miss Cynthia wanted to make tonight something

really special for you.

Well, I suppose if it's in my honor, what am I to go as?

I believe it's King Henry VIII, sir.

Henry VIII, eh?

Philip! For God's sake, relax!

But where the devil is she? Are we to eat alone too?

She'll be here. Believe me, she'll be here.

Philip?

I'm so happy to see you.

Please forgive me for keeping you waiting so long.

Darling, you look ravishing.

Thank you, Philip. You're looking wonderful too.

Philip, I'm so glad to see you. I've missed you so terribly.

And I've missed you too. Mother sends her love.

How sweet.

Darling, are we to be the only guests?

Yes, I thought we were going to have a party.

And so we shall.

Sidney?

His Majesty King Louis XIV.

His Excellency King Ludwig of Bavaria.

Giovanni Giacomo Cazanova

There's certainly an abundance of men.

Mmm, what's wrong with that?

Dinner is served.

Shall we go in?

Uh, sir?

Uh, before we start dinner, I'd like

to make a little announcement.

This is a very special evening for me.

You may have noticed how happy I look.

That's because very soon now I'm going

to be marrying my darling Philip, or perhaps

I should say King Henry.

Darling.

And since he is very special to me,

and since all of you are very special to me,

and since we're going to be residing at Chatterley Estate

after we're married, I thought it might be nice for us

all to get to know each other.

But darling, we never discussed anything like that.

And we shall discuss it, darling.

Later.

Shall we begin?

Bon appétit, everyone.

Um, well, if we're all finished, shall we, uh,

retire to the drawing room for coffee and branding?

Casanova, might I have a word with you for a moment?

Gladly, my lady.

Oh, your majesty.

Uh, matters of state forced me to beg your leave.

Business, darling, I shan't be but a moment.

Well, don't be too long, my sweet.

A minute away from you will be too long.

I'll hurry.

excuse me for staring.

I'm trying to place where I've seen you before.

Ronnie!

what are you doing here?

miss Cynthia was kind enough to invite me.

I hope you don't mind.

mind?

I'm delighted.

I wanted to tell you what a fine time I had.

it's been years since I've sat astride a horse.

you look well on horseback.

and you.

why you look fabulous.

Karl.

you sexy Bavarian you.

Oh, I want you so desperately.

Good.

I don't mean just now.

I mean, I want you always.

What, like, uh, till death do us part always?

Yeah.

That's exactly what I mean.

Does it frighten you?

Of course it does.

It frightens anybody.

I see.

No, you don't.

There's lots of things that scare me,

but I can't do anything about them.

Are you saying that you love me?

Does that frighten you?

No.

No.

No.

That doesn't frighten me at all.

I would if you had any sense.

Yeah.

Oh, I seem to have fought one too many.

Well, darling, why don't you have it for yourself?

I don't mind if I do.

He's looking at you.

Where did you learn to handle horses so well?

It's all in the way you touch an animal.

The way you look at it.

Yes.

I dare say.

Oh, tensions, tensions.

You don't know how lucky you are, Ronnie,

not having to cope with that hustling world out there.

I'm going to have a terrible head in the morning.

I can already feel that vice-like grip

at the base of my skull.

Why, sir, your glass is empty, it is.

And now your hands is empty.

We can't have that, Mac. Sir.

Is that all you, sir?

No, it's padding. Padding.

And is that all padding too, my lord?

Yeah.

Ducky, ducky.

Oh, that's nice.

What would you like?

What's that one?

Well, this one's jam, and this one's chocolate.

Oh, that looks good.

Which one, Mum?

I have the one with the nuts on.

Would you like me to feed it to you?

I'm busy.

OK, then.

Open your mouth.

Wide.

That's it, Max.

Oh, she dropped it.

Oh, really, Janet?

I'd rather would never approve of this.

I insist you get off me at once.

Oh, Sid, do you want to take him some sweets now?

Appears to me they got plenty of sweets already.

Sid, put that bottle down.

Take these sweets to our guests.

What has come over you?

Now, you just take these sweets to our guests immediately.

Shut up, you saucy wench.

Give us a kiss.

Sammy, Sammy, Sammy.

Oh, really, Janet, I can't take any more.

Oh, sir.

Does anybody want some cake?

Oh, sir, I am awfully sorry.

I'm sure you didn't mean it, my dear.

Well, I'll try it.

Delicious.

You have a piece.

Isn't it lovely?

Gotcha.

Oh, yeah.

I'm gonna have me a.

Oh, you're going real far.

I never knew.

Splendid.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Cynthia, darling.

I was standing by the fire and we were having this party.

And I really don't know what to say.

It's all right, Philip, darling.

Really?

Really?

Enjoy yourself.

Oh, Cynthia, darling.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Come on.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Henry!

Here's to you, Lady Chapperly.

And so, dear diary, Philip and I are finally settled into married life.

It's been six months and we couldn't be happier.

Of course, his business keeps him in London four days a week, where he stays with his beloved mother.

But he does manage to spend a long, leisurely, three-day weekend here at Chatterley Estate.

Philip's mother feels sorry for me, being left alone here so much of the time.

But Gwen visits often, and I'm really quite happy and content.

After all, my garden keeps me very busy.

We can touch the sun, we can touch the sun

Sparkling in the skies