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LADY CHATTERLEY'S LOVER

Tea?

Clifford, you should send in the
catch dogs before it's too late.

If you don't mind, Hilda,

- I'll run my crew as I see fit.
- That's what I was saying.

- The boar's headed for the pond.
- Thanks.

It's probably a pig
in a water hole.

I think so, too.

- But it's been a great hunt.
- Indeed.

- What are we waiting for?
- Sir Clifford's signal.

- Not staying for the quarry?
- No.

Please excuse me.

- What is it?
- Surely an accident at the mine.

Go on without me, please.

Excuse me, Lady Chatterley.
I think they need us.

- Where's your husband?
- He insisted on going in.

- Is it serious?
- One dead and 3 injured so far.

- There may be more.
- How'd it happen?

It seems
a temporary tunnel collapsed.

When you're prospecting a new
seam, the timber can give way.

It happens sometimes.

Let us in!

I warned you there
could be an accident.

What do you expect?

We're prospecting 600 m down,

drilling holes next
to the deposit!

I was right, Constance.

We have the largest deposit
in the region.

No one believed me.

You were right, but the workers
don't understand the risks.

The risks are part of the job.

Those are the rules of the game.

I know a thing or two
about that.

Getting my legs crushed
in the war

was also part of the game.

Send condolences
on behalf of the company.

Lady Chatterley will visit
the wives.

Shame he didn't die down there.

I heard the new shaft is going

in the middle of the forest.

I'd put it on the lawn
if I had to.

That means you'll be making me
lots of money, then?

Yes, we'll be the most
powerful company in the region.

I went after it and I got it,

in spite of my wheelchair
and useless legs.

Thanks to Constance, too.

Constance...

You don't have to be a heroine
all your life

because the war made
your husband a hero.

You're not even listening.

What are you thinking about?

Nothing, I was dancing.
You were saying...

It's a shame for such a lovely
woman to live like a nun.

Your relationship seems
very affectionate,

but you're missing out
on the essential part of love.

I don't think about it.

- Your Latin is still good.
- It's a wonderful sentence.

He talks about their love and
no longer fearing losing her.

Constance, would you be so kind

as to get my copy of Ovid
from the library?

- Leslie and I are quoting it.
- Absolutely.

Follow her and talk less.

Constance is wonderful to you.

You know something strange...

When she's away,
I feel a chill in my legs.

You're clearly following me.

Constance...

Please don't, Michaelis.

Constance...

Constance...

- You'd never consider a man...
- Michaelis...

When Clifford came back
from the war with a broken body,

I struggled with being deprived
of "the essential part of love."

So I listened to a man
who spoke like you.

He could have passed for you.

But I ended it soon after.

I didn't like the deception.

I'm content now.

I only resent being pitied.

Or being considered prey
because I'm an invalid's wife.

If you need to kiss me
to save your pride,

go ahead if still want to.

No, Constance, not like this.

See? It's not so serious.

- You should've tried my sister.
- I did.

You can go, Lewis. It's late.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, ma'am, sir.

Goodnight, Lewis.

- Not too tired, dear?
- Not at all.

You have amazing stamina.

Did you hear what they said
as we left the mine?

Yes.

"Shame he didn't die
down there."

They all want me to die.

That's all they think about,

so they can take over the mine.

I should've had a son.

I've always regretted
not having a child with you.

We've had everything but that.

How beautiful our love was!

Right from the start,

when we walked
towards each other, smiling,

strangers still.

Up until that dark morning
during the war,

when I came back
in that little chair.

You laid your hand on my arm,

without uttering a word.

Everything seemed impossible
that day,

but you made it all bearable

by laying your hand on me.

Have I thanked you enough,
Constance?

Oh, darling...

I'm starting to wonder

if it wouldn't be good
for you to have a child

with another man.

Have I offended you, darling?
Have I hurt you?

No, I'm just surprised.

But you understand?

Yes, I do.

Surely, it's not unthinkable

for evolved people like us.

It wouldn't damage our love,
quite the opposite.

I don't know.
I can't even imagine it.

I'm going to sleep now.
Goodnight, darling.

- Goodnight.
- No kiss?

Think about it.

You'll see I'm right.

When will be able
to start building?

In about a month, sir.

The experts are coming tomorrow.

The new keeper is a bit rough.

Warn him not to shoot at them.

Lady Chatterley is out
riding this morning.

She's going to stop by.

Sorry, ma'am,
I wasn't expecting visitors.

Sir Clifford wants you to know
the engineers will be out here.

I'll let them through, ma'am.

The storm's getting close.

It's going to pour.

- Want to take cover here?
- No, thank you.

I'll make it back in time.

- Your stirrups are too short.
- Thanks.

You were right.

I'm from these parts.
I know the weather.

Please don't go to any trouble.

Down, Flash!

- I don't mind. I love dogs.
- You'll get dirty.

Down, Flash!

- What're you doing?
- Making nests for the pheasants.

We put eggs in them.

Why do you use sand?

Pheasants nest in the dirt.

The sand replaces the...

The storm's passed.

Mind if I stay for a bit?

No need to ask, ma'am.
This is your place.

May I come again sometime?

I work here, ma'am.

That doesn't bother me.

I can raise
the pheasants somewhere else

if you'd like
to use the cabin yourself.

Don't worry,
I don't need the cabin.

I was just...

- Do you need help?
- Yes, please.

Let me see.

- Does that hurt?
- Yes, a lot.

You must have broken something.
Your upper arm, probably.

You'll need a cast.

How do you know?
Are you a doctor, too?

I was a soldier.

The war taught me a lot.
So has being alone.

I'll help you back on the horse
and take you home.

Come on. Come on!

- Was it your horse?
- No, it was me.

I missed a jump.

Well, my dear,

we're both invalids now.

Lucky the gamekeeper was there.

I hadn't met him.
How long has he been here?

Just 3 months.
He replaced Smith.

His father was worked
at the mine.

He was also in the war.

Yes, he was an officer
in the war.

Now he's been downgraded.

But it's hard to find good help.

- His one major flaw is his wife.
- Yes, I know. They separated.

He's been alone ever since.

- She's been with everybody else.
- You'll need an X-ray.

I think
you've broken your upper arm.

I'm sorry, Clifford.

Who's going to take care
of your legs?

Almost done, Mrs. Bolton?

Almost, Sir Clifford.

Are you finished?

My, aren't we impatient. There!

I'm not as quick
as Lady Chatterley.

Thanks. You're just as quick.

Actually, you do it better.

I'm just not Lady Chatterley.
No one has a wife's touch.

You take good care
of me, Mrs. Bolton.

Still, it'll be nice

when Lady Chatterley
can take over again.

Dr. Park is taking off her cast.

- Any pain? Not even a little?
- Barely any.

Sure I can leave, Doctor?
You don't need me?

You're free to go.

The discomfort should
last only a few days.

If it's going to break,
it'll be in a different place!

-Goodbye, Lady Chatterley
-Thank you, Doctor.

- Bring my bags.
- Right away.

One arm feels lighter
than the other.

It's good and bad, Constance.

It's proven
Clifford can manage without you.

- Think so?
- Absolutely.

Please keep Mrs. Bolton.
She's an angel!

You don't have to be
a slave anymore.

You look like death warmed over!

I just need to get back
to normal...

Walking, riding...

But your life isn't normal.

- Walks aren't what you need.
- What do I need, then?

What everyone needs: a lover.

I'm happy, Hilda.
I love Clifford.

My life is simple.

In the morning I ask him
if he's slept well.

I clean him and dress him.

If it's nice out,
we go to the garden.

- Then what?
- After lunch, he naps.

Then he reads to me for a bit.

- And then?
- We get dressed for dinner.

After dinner,
we play chess or talk.

- Then night falls.
- So?

There are
as many days as nights.

It's a sad story, dear.

I'll tell Clifford
we're going to Venice.

- He'll never agree.
- I'll tell him 2 months before.

Clifford!

It's been years
since Constance has gotten away.

She must come to Venice
with me this summer.

No need to get worked up, Hilda.

I completely agree.

Constance needs a vacation.
She can go with you.

How will you manage without me?

I'll miss you.

And I'll await your return.

Mrs. Bolton
will take care of me.

She's getting
used to my routine.

You plan to keep her on?

Taking care of me was
so tedious for you, Constance.

Goodbye, Hilda.
Have a safe trip home.

- And thank you.
- Goodbye, Clifford. Walk me out.

I'm touched about Venice.

- It'll do me a world of good.
- I'm sure it will.

You should come too.

The mine can do without you
for a month.

You're right.

But I don't want to intrude.

Intrude? Intrude on what?

On what I mentioned
before your accident.

What was that?

This trip could be
the ideal opportunity

to conceive the child
we both want.

Clifford...

Sometimes I wonder
if you love me.

What better proof is there

than wanting you
to have my child?

- Me and another man!
- I know you well.

You wouldn't make a bad choice.

- So you've planned...
- There are formalities.

Sorry, what I mean is...

It requires a sacrifice
from you.

But...

Since we both want it,

it would almost be
like having our own child.

I wanted one so much.

When you came back from the war,

I wept as if I'd lost a child.

We can't have one now.

But it's not
about making a baby.

We shouldn't place
so much importance on the act.

The important part
is raising it.

Give me a son

from any healthy,
intelligent man

and I'll make him a Chatterley
worthy of being my heir.

- But no one will believe...
- That I was cured?

You don't think I can be cured.

Others, perhaps
with less serious injuries,

have been cured.

The doctor will confirm
that he's cured me

and the child will be mine.

But, Clifford, the man
who actually fathers your son

will have to get close to me.

Your lover before we married,

when you were studying abroad...

- That was before you.
- Do you still think of him?

- No.
- See?

Purely sexual relationships,

if you don't get
overly sentimental about them,

are as fleeting as birds mating.

Your mind doesn't retain them.

In any case,
my mind has retained nothing

of what fate dealt me in combat.

I'm determined to overcome it.

Come now, Constance.

Our love is the life
we're living.

It's all these moments together,

our shared routine.

Don't dwell
on the immorality of it.

What's moral about
conceiving a child without love?

The Caroline boy
is getting married.

- To whom?
- I'm still reading.

Lady Barbara Mardell,
only daughter of Lord Mardell.

- The blonde girl at the hunt?
- I think so.

She's marrying
into a huge fortune.

It's less awful than usual.

I added a few drops
of orange blossom water.

You're so attentive,
always aiming to please.

Nice day, isn't it?

A walk would do you good.

You're looking pale.

- Want to go out, Clifford?
- No, I'm fine here.

Don't want to get away
from the smell of sulfur?

It doesn't bother me.
It's my oxygen.

Go ahead. Don't let me keep you.

Hello, ma'am.

What are you doing?

- Collecting ant eggs.
- Why?

To feed the baby pheasants.

- Want to see them?
- If you wish.

It sickens me
to see a forest felled.

- It's sad but necessary.
- Why?

To make more money.

Come, now.
There's no reason to cry.

You have lovely hands.

So do you.

Come.
I'll walk you part of the way.

- Do you regret it?
- No. And you?

That no, but the rest of it...

What do you mean?

- So you regret it.
- In one sense, yes.

I thought
I was done with all this.

- All what?
- Life.

But if you run from it,
you might as well die.

Do you hate me now?

No, I don't hate you.

If only there was no one else
to worry about.

I'd better not go
any farther with you.

Goodbye.

Do you want me to come back?

Of course, but it's up to you.

The Countess of Kresnor
gave birth to a son on Saturday.

Lady Margeret Corley
gave birth...

This doesn't interest you?

I'm listening, Clifford.

On the dot, as always.

I'm going to rest for a bit.

- Not feeling well?
- Just a little tired.

I may start actually
liking your potions.

That would be impressive, sir.

I have a headache,
so I'm going for a walk.

People will start to talk.

No one knows.

- They will soon.
- Why?

They always find out.

What will you do then?
Have you thought about it?

- Your husband's hired help.
- I can't help it.

You could stop coming.

- I don't want to.
- Think about it.

What if Sir Clifford found out?

- I could leave.
- Where to?

- I don't know. Anywhere.
- Where is "anywhere"?

You're Lady Chatterley
and I'm a gamekeeper.

It'd be different
if I were a gentleman.

So, you want to stop...

Before it's too late.

- We have to think about it.
- You're afraid.

Yes, I'm afraid.

I've thought it over.

I'm scared of other people.

- I don't care what they think.
- You're saying that

because all you care about
right now is coming here.

Who cares about them! Come in.

You're naked underneath.

And you said nothing!

- What is it?
- You spoke so familiarly.

Want only my hand
to take liberties with you?

Come!

Are you cold?

No, I...

I have to go.

What's wrong?

- I can't love you.
- You can't?

- Don't worry about it.
- I want to, but I can't.

It's terrible.

My darling...

You're still a young girl.

You were so far away while
I was making love to you.

It happens, you know.
It isn't so serious...

The life of a man and a woman
changes day by day.

It can be humbling,
tedious and passionate.

The truth is...

It's not meant for the rich.

We have today
and we'll have tomorrow.

Tomorrow,
we might be close again.

- It's awful I can't love you.
- Don't think.

It'll get in the way
of your feelings.

Our hands know each other.

Let them go on their own.

You became distant when
I was more familiar with you.

Think I didn't notice?

You let me make love to you,

but you were already back home.

Among your maids and guests, you
were offended by my casualness.

Wait!

You smell good.

Next time, come to the cottage.

Might as well be hung
for a sheep as for a lamb.

- I'm late. I have to go.
- You can be late.

No, I have to go.

Goodbye, ma'am.

- Why "ma'am"?
- No reason. Goodbye.

Thought you might've
gotten lost.

- Has he asked for me?
- No, not yet.

Delay dinner 15 minutes, please.

We've been waiting
on you to serve tea.

Ask Mrs. Bolton.

She's not the mistress
of the house.

The world won't fall apart
if I don't do it!

Come now, Constance!

I'm sorry, dear.
I'm out of sorts.

I don't know why.

I really need to get away.
Let's leave for Venice.

But you're going
with Hilda in a month.

That's too far off!
Let's go now by ourselves.

By ourselves?
What a ridiculous idea!

Dear Constance,

you're just restless.

- You don't understand.
- Let me speak.

For 2 weeks, you've been riding
in circles on your horse.

You don't even
go on your walks anymore.

You need an interest,
perhaps not the mine...

Please, Clifford.

What?

- Clifford...
- What?

Nothing.

I think I'll be serving tea.

She's been on edge for a while.

She has her excuses.

Excuses aren't reasons.

Constance has always understood
that it's good manners

not to burden others
with your problems.

I, too, have my excuses.

My husband died
12 years ago, ma'am.

How have you managed since?

By doing this, serving others.

- You haven't looked for another?
- There's no point.

You can't replace
what my husband and I had.

- Was he killed in the mine?
- Here, it's always the mine.

It's either explosions
or illnesses,

which are slower.

- Were you happy together?
- We were made for each other.

Like a pair of wolves
with their pup.

Children grow up and leave you,
but a husband and wife...

It must've been awful.

At first, I kept asking,

"Why'd you leave me, darling?"

I'd wake up

and wonder why
he wasn't in bed next to me.

It took me years to understand
he wasn't coming back

and I'd never feel the warmth
of his body again.

The warmth of his body...

Yes, his warmth.

If there's a heaven,
he'll be there.

He'll lie close to me
so I can sleep.

- If not, there's no heaven.
- It was that beautiful?

Do you think
that warmth can last?

What else can last but that?

I thought this area
was to be spared.

- Thought this area was spared!
- I have orders.

It's a shame
to destroy all this beauty.

I know how pretty it is.

I was here before you.

I grew up in this forest.

I considered it my own.

I used to run through it

before I had to wheel myself
around like a slug!

But this slug can still
make decisions,

even from this chair.

It will all be cut down,

but the steel forest
surrounding the shaft

will be even more beautiful.

Just to make more money?

No, to be more powerful.

What use is power in that chair?

For the first time,

I feel shamed by you, Constance.

Please leave.

I'll go on alone.

You, over there! Mellors!

Come here!

You could help me
instead of staring!

Mellors!

Hurry when I call you!

- You're awful!
- For telling my keeper to hurry?

I give him 30,000 f a month
and a house for his services.

I'd tell you to keep it!

I'm sure he'd be happy to,
but he can't afford that luxury.

Get me out of here, Mellors.

I think I'm going
to need a push.

You're being silly, Constance.

Mellors can manage on his own.
This is ridiculous!

Ridiculous!

You told me
to come here sometime.

Here I am.

I slipped out. I'll go back
before he wakes up tomorrow.

You came.

Might as well be hung
for a sheep as for a lamb.

Eating late?

Yes, I always do a round
after dark. Then I eat.

- Tea?
- Yes, but I'll make it.

- Can I take your plate?
- If you want.

The tea's on the mantel
and the sugar's in the cabinet.

The way you move
about this house...

It's like
you've always been my wife.

When we met 3 weeks ago,
you wanted to slap me.

Now you've snuck out to see me.

I crossed the woods alone.

So brave...
Do you like waiting on me?

It just feels natural.

For me too.

Is that you?

Yes, it was taken
before my wedding. I was 21.

- Do you like it?
- What?

- The portrait.
- No, I never liked it.

But she'd set it all up.

She wanted her face on the wall
like a movie star.

- Then why keep it?
- I don't know.

I didn't even know
it was still there.

- Why not take it down?
- You're right.

I look like a young priest here.

And she's flaunting herself.

The bumpkin and the braggart!

- You shouldn't keep it.
- I should've never had it taken!

- Did you love her?
- Love her?

Do you love Sir Clifford?

- Did you care about her?
- Care about her?

Thinking about her
makes me sick.

Then why not divorce her?

I hate judges and courts.

But someday,
you'll have to take her back.

Never.

Why marry someone below you?

Mrs. Bolton never understood
why you married her.

I was young.

I'd just had my first mistress,

a pretentious teacher's daughter
who was disgusted by sex.

One of those women who wanted to
create love out of thin air.

Then Bertha came along.

She changed me.
She didn't push me away.

Just the opposite.

It's not even good for the fire.

- Why couldn't you stay happy?
- I'll tell you.

There are 2 types of women.

Those who want a man
for the sake of having one,

like a new stove or a vacuum,

not because they want him.

Sex is just a necessary evil.

They lie there like a corpse.

Sex is annoying,
but they make do.

And then...

There are those
who want to feel everything.

Every caress, every sensation...

They merely need an instrument.

They don't want a man,
just pleasure.

In between, there may be a woman
capable of sharing.

Perhaps.

A woman who understands.

A woman who knows
that making love

is the most honest,
noble act in the world,

if your heart's in it.

If only there were
a woman like that.

I don't know how
to believe in a woman.

What do you believe in, then?

I don't know.

Nothing, like all the men
I've known.

I believe in nothing
because neither do you.

All women want
is a sexual fling,

or a romance like in the novels.

But you give nothing
of your real selves.

I think you should go.

But I can't go back
until the morning.

Then go upstairs.
I'll sleep down here.

- No.
- Then I'll leave.

What just happened between us?

Darling...

Let's never argue
or leave each other.

We only have each other,
only each other.

Once, I think
I would've died of shame,

but now my shame is dead.

You looked like a wild animal
lost in the forest of sleep.

Would you be happy
if I had your child?

A pair of wolves with their pup.

It would be a real child.

I'll soon move in
with you for good.

- Here or anywhere.
- Think he'll let you?

I'll be the one to decide.

Listen, Cinderella.

- Is it morning, Mrs. Bolton?
- Yes, sir.

- It's your turn, sir.
- Oh, right.

I tried calling.
I have to go to Venice early.

What a surprise!
I'll tell Sir Clifford.

Just bring my small suitcase.
I'm leaving tomorrow.

Yes, ma'am.

- You couldn't catch up with me!
- You were laughing so hard.

I've always wanted
to run naked in the rain.

I never dared.
It seemed indecent, shameful.

- Not tonight?
- No.

I was happy tonight.

You've taught me
not to be ashamed.

I was happy tonight.

I was strong.

I didn't teach you.

You've realized your body is
the same one you had as a child,

just as innocent.

You were taught
not to speak its name,

but it's still your friend,
as it was then.

Your stomach...

Remember how ashamed you were
when I referred to it?

But it's called an iris.

It's just as innocent
as any other flower God created

to be pollinated.

Only...

Long ago, we confused
pleasure with sin.

It's not true.
Pleasure is tender and strong.

When it's tender, it's pure.

You're strong too.

You're tender.
That's why I love you.

What'll I do tomorrow
without you?

Knit, maybe?

And think of me buying grain
at Isley market.

- What could she be up to?
- Don't get so upset, Clifford.

She must be caught in the rain.
Mrs. Bolton will find her.

You know, Hilda,

Constance has been acting
strange lately.

I'm glad this trip
is happening early.

We'll leave in the morning.
I have to be there by the 24th.

For once, we agree.
She really needs a vacation.

Ah, you were walking her home.

We were worried
something had happened.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Do you know what time it is?
- Hilda!

Where were you?
What were you doing?

I got caught in the storm.

I took cover
in the gamekeeper's cabin.

I even made a fire.

What a surprise, Hilda!

- You seem great.
- Why didn't you warn us?

Constance...

Your hair is soaked,
so why is your dress dry?

- I ran naked through the rain.
- Naked?

Hilda, she's gone crazy.

No, I haven't. I dried off
with an old towel by the fire.

A towel? Whose towel?
The keeper's?

Where was he during all this?

- Who?
- The keeper.

- He wasn't there.
- What if he'd walked in?

He'd probably run away in fear!

She has all the answers.
Might as well move on.

We're leaving tomorrow
for Venice.

The trip isn't
until the end of the month.

Is there a problem
leaving tomorrow?

No, not at all.

It's dinnertime
and you're not dressed.

Right.

I won't be coming, Hilda.

- Guess I'll never see Venice.
- Why?

I have a lover.
I'm sure you suspected earlier.

All the more reason to come.
A little distance couldn't hurt.

He's not that kind of man.

I've never even told him
about the trip.

- Tell him tomorrow.
- He won't be here.

- He's going to the market.
- The market?

Yes, to buy grain.

My lover is a gamekeeper.

A gamekeeper?

Yes.

He's actually
my husband's gamekeeper.

Risqué, isn't it?

Like something
out of a French novel.

- You're crazy!
- Why?

You told me
to cheat on Clifford.

With a lover, not a gamekeeper.

I really didn't expect this!

Neither did I.

Let's go in, Mrs. Bolton.

My legs are chilly.

Turn left.

- You haven't changed your mind?
- I said I wasn't going.

You don't even know
if he's back yet.

Don't be mad.
Turn left and take the 2nd path.

- You're not alone?
- It's my sister. Come.

Hilda, meet Mr. Mellors.

Want to come in with us?

No, I'll be back
to pick you up at 6 AM.

I'll explain.
You really won't come?

I don't see the need.

Is it worth the price?

What do you mean?

- This fling with my sister.
- Ask her.

- Don't start.
- I'm not starting anything.

You have to maintain
some continuity in life.

- Not just fun.
- What's this about continuity?

I hear you're
in the middle of a divorce.

Where's the continuity in that?
Your stubbornness?

- Don't take that tone with me.
- Who do you think you are?

- Think I'm worried about you?
- Yes, I do.

- Like it or not, we're family.
- Not yet, I can assure you!

Don't keep me waiting tomorrow!

- Why were you so rude?
- That woman needs a slap.

- Why'd you come with her?
- We're going on a trip.

She'll sleep at a hotel
and we'll leave tomorrow.

Where are you going?

Far away... to Italy.

For how long?

At least a month.

Look at me.

- Did you know you were leaving?
- No.

Then why take
such a big trip now?

- I'll stay if you want!
- I'm not asking that.

But I want an explanation.

I'll tell you.

We planned this trip
long before we met.

I've been worried I couldn't go.

But my sister came yesterday
without warning.

- I told her no...
- But she heard about me

and she decided
you should go, right?

To help you see things clearly.

Those were her exact words,
right?

Yes.

If you didn't go, your husband
would be suspicious.

You really wouldn't want that.

It might be good for me to see
that you could do without me.

She likely said that too.

- Don't make me go, darling!
- I've always said it.

Others will try to separate us.
It's hard to be brave.

The truth is great,
but it hurts.

Not everyone dares
to face it fully.

She's just like all the others.

But you don't understand...
There's something else.

What?

My husband wants me
to go to Venice.

He wants me to have an affair

and to come back pregnant.

He wants an heir for the mine.

But I want a son only from you!

It's despicable.

Did you come to me so you could
give the mine a new boss?

How could you think that?

It's all quite clear now.

We could have gone anywhere
in the world, you and I,

but you'd be in the castle
and I'd be in the woods,

you smelling of perfume
and me of sweat.

You're just saying
that to hurt me.

And...

If our love created a baby,

purely by accident,

that would be very convenient
for Sir Clifford.

But I love you
like a man truly loves a woman,

for better or worse,
as the priest says.

In bed and in all
of life's ups and downs.

You're a woman I could
lay my hands on at night.

You'll likely never know
all I could have given you,

but it's more
than your husband's castle,

for I'm truly a rich man.

Now go find your sister.

Have a nice trip to Venice,
milady.

I don't want to go.
It doesn't make any sense.

I don't want to go!

I want you to go.

I'm kicking you out.

- Didn't I say "look"?
- Yes.

- Didn't I say "there"?
- Yes, but I didn't ask where.

No one cares what you said.

- You're sure she left his place?
- I swear she did!

- She was on the path?
- Crying in the rain!

Hear that, Bertha?

Didn't think
he was interested anymore.

Think so? That's all
that pig thinks about!

He's replaced you
with a Lady, no less.

Mellors has high standards.
I'll have another.

The poor man is an invalid.

- Don't feel too sorry for him.
- He was hurt in the war.

If he'd died instead,
think anyone would've cried?

You're being cheated on too,
Bertha!

I wouldn't let him
get away with it.

He'll pay for it if it's true!

- What are you doing here?
- Not so fast!

So this is
where the Lady had her fun!

- 1 forbid you!
- You have no right!

It's the truth, isn't it?
This is her book.

Her name is written inside!

So you read together in bed?

I came here
with good intentions.

I thought it'd be fun to be
with a man who'd bedded a Lady.

Well, why not?

I'll tell everyone.
People saw you together!

Keep your mouth shut
or else, Bertha!

You'll have to pay me
to be quiet!

I'll never forgive you
for being with a Lady!

Bastard! I'll get you!
You hear me? I'll get you!

What happened to you, Bertha?

He hit me.

He's a brute! He tore my blouse!

Did you have to pick a fight
with him? What was the point?

He tried to keep me
from talking.

- I'll tell the whole village!
- The village?

- You should tell the husband.
- How?

We'll send him
an unsigned letter.

I'll throw something together,
don't worry.

That's my specialty.

- Stop, René.
- Don't get upset.

See, you only need me. Only me.

- Yes.
- You have everything you need.

Nothing more.

Yes.

What more could you
possibly need?

What more?

I don't know.

What more do you want,
you whore?

It's not what you think.
You wouldn't understand.

You want feelings. Damn.

Feelings? Poor thing.

You see...

I love the warmth
I feel in my body.

But I seem to need
to feel it in my heart.

What do you mean?

It's Mellors.

Forget him! Focus on the letter.

What a nice surprise,
Sir Leslie!

- Hello.
- Hello.

- When did you get here?
- Just a little while ago.

I hope you'll be staying.
It's a beautiful country.

- Where's Constance?
- Constance?

Likely on a walk.

Everyone else has fun here,
but she prefers to be alone.

She walks around
looking at the old walls.

I've come with bad news, Hilda.

I need to have a serious talk
with you and Constance.

Mellors, did you know
you're a scandal in these parts?

I've never been told to my face.
You're the first, sir.

It seems you receive women
in your cottage.

That's nobody's business, sir.

It's all anyone's talking about.

Even Lady Chatterley's been
mixed up in the sordid rumors.

Your wife is
quite the storyteller.

I can't keep my wife quiet.

Nor the villagers.

Mellors, would it be difficult
to find another position?

- Nothing could be easier, sir.
- Very good.

- You'll get 3 months' severance.
- No need.

I don't want it.
I'd rather leave with nothing.

You obviously have
a dirty conscience.

In fact, the sooner
you can leave, the better.

Leslie, what a nice surprise!

No, it's not. He's come
straight from your house.

- Is it Clifford?
- No, he's fine without you.

Then what is it?

It's hard to tell you this...
I'll let Leslie tell you.

You know I don't like
to beat around the bush.

I don't know how.

I get confused
and talk in circles.

So I'll just get
straight to the point.

People are saying you're
the gamekeeper's mistress.

A woman named Bertha, his wife,
I believe, started the rumor.

She said you were seen together
and I don't know what else.

It's a village scandal.

- They've sent anonymous letters.
- Is Clifford upset?

No, he doesn't believe
any of it.

But he's sent me
to bring you home

to squelch the rumors.

But I can't!

- You wouldn't understand.
- Explain it to me.

Are you upset about something?

Yes.

- Can you work it out?
- No.

If she can't tell me,
can you, Hilda?

Constance has a lover.

Fine.

What can I do about that?

Nothing, but I'm expecting
his child.

Is that true, Constance?
You have to tell Clifford.

No, I need to tell
the baby's father.

You're acting crazy.
He's of the lowest status.

He's Clifford's gamekeeper.

It's true. And I love him.

At first, I thought it was just
my body that felt at peace.

But I've realized
that deep intimacy

is the only way
to really know someone.

It's the same thing.

It's the only way
to escape loneliness.

Without it, we know nothing.

My dear,
I never understand anything,

so pardon my bluntness.

I've learned one thing
in my life.

A scandal remains a scandal,
no matter what you do,

and you'll suffer because of it.

It's as old as the Bible
but still true today.

Here's what you'll do.

You'll go straight home

and prove everyone wrong
by never seeing that man again.

- Where are you going?
- The castle.

You'll need authorization.

Don't you recognize
Lady Chatterley?

Sorry, ma'am.

I'm the new keeper.
I just got my instructions.

- And the old keeper?
- He's leaving this morning.

Thank you.

Put some flowers on the table.

I want to celebrate.

Constance! Constance!

Constance!

- She's crazy.
- I don't understand.

Get in.
I'll talk to Clifford.

Where's Constance?

- Hello, Clifford.
- Where's Constance?

- She's coming.
- Where is she?

On a walk. She wanted me
to talk to you first.

- She's afraid to tell you.
- What?

She'll seem nervous, but
it's normal in her condition.

She's coming, don't worry.

You shouldn't have come.

There's no need to say goodbye.

Olivier... You're leaving?

Isn't it obvious?

- Why'd you do that?
- I can't bring the dog.

Instead of giving him away,
I killed him.

- We love in our own ways.
- Where are you going?

Somewhere much worse than here.

I'm taking the noon train.

You can see Chambers,
the new keeper, now. He's 25.

Very strapping.
I think you'll like him.

I'm pregnant with your child.

Congratulations. I'm happy
to give it to Sir Clifford.

It's what he wanted.

Everything here
belongs to him, right?

The rabbits, the pheasants,
and my baby. That's the rule.

- What will make you believe me?
- There's nothing you can do.

I offered to leave with you
and you pushed me away.

I went to Venice
instead of crying at your door.

I'm having your child
and I'll come with you,

as soon as I tell my husband.

If you return to the castle,
don't bother coming back.

I owe it to him, Olivier.

I love you,
but I have a right to do this.

I would be a coward to obey you.

You taught me
to let go of my cowardice.

We'll see if you love me
enough to let go of your pride.

- Good, put it here.
- Yes, sir.

I've put off answering you.

Here's my answer.

This was my cradle.

It was my father's
and grandfather's, too.

It's impractical, but solid.

We just need to redo the lace.

It won't be my son's, Clifford.

I love his father, so let me go.

I'm keeping the baby, Constance.

Your feelings for this man
will pass.

My title and my son's title
will remain.

No, I want the father
and son in the same life.

- I'm begging you.
- I won't give it to you.

Clifford, when you first
came back in that chair,

I put my hand
on your arm, I smiled,

and we went home together.

I gave you a sense of peace.

Now I'm the injured one.

- Give me peace.
- I can't.

Well, you asked for it.

Olivier Mellors is the father
of my child.

So it was true.

Those despicable letters
were true!

Yes, they were.

Mellors!

That lout...

Look who you've chosen!

And I trusted you.

Did you have to stoop
to that level?

Do all women
romanticize the lower class?

If that's what you think,
let me go. I'm begging you.

No.

Like all women, you're nothing

but instinct,
darkness and disorder.

But my mind is clear.

I wanted this child.

It was a decision I imposed
on you. I made it happen.

He belongs to me,
regardless of what you do.

And he'll be raised
as I see fit.

He'll be under my control.

I'll rid him of any traits

he may have inherited
from you or him.

I told you
men are raised, not born.

I'll put in 20 years
if that's what it takes.

In spite of you,
in spite of him,

in spite of the whole world,

I'll make him a Chatterley.

No, Clifford,
because you'll never know him.

Mrs. Bolton!

What is it, Sir Clifford?

Our plans have changed.

Lady Chatterley won't be
having lunch with us.

I've done what I needed to do.

It's up to you now.

My wife...

THE END