All language subtitles for 07-On

Come on, Adon! I'll race you! Get off!

with a new lady.

She's the daughter of an artist.

She's just what Clifford and this old
house needs.

She's alive in the way the others never
could be.

to ruin an evening, invite a German to a
party.

Anton, we're not enemies yet.

But the situation is very serious.

Please, Anton, not this evening.

Why don't you dance with my wife?

With pleasure.

Excuse me.

attention please my friends I'm sorry to
interrupt the dance

but I'm sure you'll all want to hear the
news for the last 24 minutes England

has been at war with Germany

Of course.

To Germany.

And to England.

Germany.

Thank you.

Goodbye, auntie.

You'll be back soon. Right. I shan't be
long.

Goodbye, Hilda.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Darling,

I'd rather you didn't come to the ship.

Are you sure?

Please, take care of yourself.

Roberts.

You'll be back just in time for the
present, Stephen.

She looks in her pocket for a notebook
and pencil.

Thank you, Lady Bracknell. I prefer
standing.

Lady Bracknell, pencil and notebook in
hand.

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

although I have the same list as the
dear Duchess of Bolton has.

We work together, in fact.

However, I am quite ready to enter your
name, should your answers be what a

really affectionate mother requires.

smoke?

Well, yes, I must admit I smoke.

I'm glad to hear it.

10 .30.

It's time to go to bed, darling.

Dear, dear, another day gone.

Thank you darling, I can manage.

Good morning.

Fritchley Hall, the beautiful country
home of Lord and Lady Stuart, is to be

offered for sale in September.

And it's rumoured that Shipley near
Matlock may also suffer the same fate.

It's as if the whole world is collapsing
around us.

What's that, darling?

They want to sell Fritchley Hall in
Fritchley.

Yes. No.

I suppose the one thing pushes out the
other.

But what about us? Here, this house?

Everything changes, except change
itself.

I can manage. Thank you, Fields.

That'll be all for this evening.

Very good, sir.

I think you're wonderful. I do, really.

Why?

The way you are with Clifford.

I think it's wonderful, really.

Poor boy.

So crippled as he is.

Not more than half a man, you might say.

Of course, it's the right half for a
woman like me.

He can be so witty and entertaining.

But for a young wife, I'm not so sure at
all.

Here's one of mine.

Thank you. I have one of my own.

when I married Richard.

He wanted reform, politics, all that
sort of thing.

And he got it.

But here, since he died, even though
there are other children, I feel I've

for nothing.

It's a dreadful feeling to know that
you're bound to die without having the

things you were born for.

Die?

Who's going to die?

I've been there and back.

Immortality. What are we born for?

It seems to me that we are born for so
many things.

Or perhaps we're not born for anything
at all.

It's just a matter of making up our
minds.

Immortality.

Immortality.

I think women should experiment more.

Get what you want in your youth.

Nothing is so bad for a woman getting on
in years than the thought that she's

missed.

Good night, dear.

I'm leaving early in the morning, so I
shan't see you again.

Oh, there's nothing so sad or futile as
an elderly woman

possessed by vain regret.

Honey, I need to talk to you.

Sit down a minute.

You know, you're the worst loser in a
sense.

Darling. I depend on you, live on you.

But you're denied a very serious part of
life.

And the fact you are denied it may work
inside you subconsciously and cause you

a lot of harm.

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

You did want me before all this, didn't
you?

Of course.

I know, and it's bitter.

You see, I don't want you to feel you've
brought me a sacrifice.

Connie, I must tell you this.

If ever there's another man who you
absolutely want to make love to, take

him.

Have a lover if you want to.

Look.

The castle.

Don't ever forget I love you.

Hey! Hey, come on here!

Come here, girl.

Come on!

I'm sorry about the dog, sir. Don't
worry.

She's a good girl.

Look, while you're here, will you give
me a push back to the house?

Yes, sir.

My lady.

Oh, hello.

All right, pull.

Thank you, Mellon.

Do you need some help?

Hmm?

No, no, they don't, though. How did we
do last year?

Hmm?

Not bad, considering.

Even the pheasants sell quite well.

What about the mine?

Shouldn't you open it again? I heard
that coal is... Not the right time,

Not the right time at all.

I'm sick and tired of these records,
darling.

Could you play me something like you
used to?

What would you like me to play?

Whatever you like.

You know the one. The one you play so
well.

All right.

The doctor's on his way.

He's here, milady.

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

I'm Mrs. Bolton. Yes, come in. I came as
quickly as I could.

Lord, Lady Chatterley, you look ill too.

No, I'm fine. Far from fine.

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

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Good afternoon, Sir Clifford. Ah, Miss
Bolton.

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

I'll decide if you don't mind.

Now, what seems to be the trouble?

Oh, nothing new, just the same old
nonsense.

It's my shoulders this time.

And what's left of my damned spine.

This weather is a godsend, if you ask
me.

Providing we don't get a flood the way
we did in 15.

We won't.

It'll clear up before the week's out.

Isn't there anything I can do?

You should show me in case it happens
again. We'll see.

You can do something, Con.

Go and find out where the mellers have
started setting eggs under the birds.

We did well last year.

I want to do even better this year.

Clifford, that's not important now.

Fresh air and healthy activity.

That's my prescription for you, my lady.

Pain is nothing to be afraid of.

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

That better?

Right, on your back.

Connie, you're back early.

What did Mella say?

I couldn't find him.

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

That's for you, my lady.

What is it?

Just some quinine and herbs.

Hope it's not a love potion.

Oh, by the way, Mrs. Bolton is spending
the night. Could you organize the blue

room for her?

Of course.

You've had a tiring day, Sir Clifford.

And you must get some rest.

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

Certainly, my lady.

Good night, Sir Clifford. Good night, my
lady.

Good night.

Thank you.

Now, what's so funny?

The adventures of Haji Baba.

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

Oh? If only they'd covered their faces,
what fire of passion would run through

his body?

That's amusing.

Perhaps it's a pity that we never see
anything of people but their face.

After all...

The worst part of most people is their
face.

You mean if we covered our faces and
walked about naked?

Like Renoir.

Why not?

And a torso in sculpture is often so
lovely without a head.

It has a life of its own.

Perhaps.

Sorry if I was unpleasant this
afternoon.

Morning, my lady.

And the bishop moved this way.

Yes? That's right.

And the knight moves one ahead... One
ahead and two diagonally.

You look beautiful.

What are you going to do today?

Nothing in particular.

Well, if you've nothing better to do,
why don't you try again?

Try what?

Find out about the pheasant's eggs.

If you want me to.

Thank you, darling.

You're very quick.

That I am, sir.

Don't lay down

Sir Clifford wants to know when you'll
set the eggs.

Already started. It's all under control.

Be better than last year, tell him.

May I? If you like.

It's very pleasant here.

You think so?

Yes.

I shall come here and see the birds.

Watch them grow.

Will you now?

Are there two keys to the hut?

Do you hear me?

There's only one key.

Couldn't you have one made?

Aye, we could.

Only why doesn't the clip it?

Build a little summer house for you.

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

I have to be here on my own, now that
birds are laying 19 to dozen. I shan't

interfere. So, have you thought birds
don't like strangers round?

I want a key.

When can I have it?

How many bosses am I reckoned to have
round here nowadays anyway?

Then don't make a key.

On second thoughts, I don't believe I
ever want to be here again.

I gave Mellis your message.

Oh, what's this?

I've decided to try my hand again.

Thinking of Renoir?

What a good idea.

Of course, I was never very good.

I wonder what I'll see now, after all
that's happened.

Well, there's always me.

If I start on portraits, you'll have to
join the queue.

Mrs. B's already off.

How can she?

She's going to stay here for a while.

Nothing serious, is it?

No.

She just thought if she was here, it'd
be pre -humour.

She's going to give me my exercises, so
she may as well be on the spot.

It's marvellous, isn't it?

It's marvellous.

Mrs Bolton, you'll be staying with us
for a while.

That's good.

I think it's for the best.

Did you find Mr Mullers today?

I certainly did.

He's the most insolent man I've ever
talked to.

He was a defiant little demon, even when
he was a lad.

You know him, then?

As much as anyone knows anyone who
prefers to keep his own company.

I used to think he had a heart, if
anybody could get there.

A heart?

With most women, he just gets their
backs up, like he has with you.

Plum, eh?

No, no, don't cheat. You can't do that.
You're cheating with me.

Take a card, thank you. No,

thank you.

Right, my go, my go. Jack.

Ah, card change.

I'm tired.

I think I'll go up.

Good night, Mrs. Bolton. Good night, my
lady.

Good night, darling.

Good night.

Aye, aye.

Ten.

Ten.

Eight and change.

Change of suit?

Yes, change of suit. What do you want?

Clubs.

Clubs?

Clifford, I have a problem.

You said I should take a lover.

Ah, want me to choose one for you, do
you?

No, but what if I should have a child?

Would you mind if I had a child?

If you had whose child?

I don't know. Would you mind?

Couldn't you promise it would be by the
Holy Ghost?

Would you mind?

Whose child?

But need you ask, isn't it the Holy
Ghost if one looks at it that way?

All right, my dear.

Breathe.

It's nature's law.

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

But I trust your taste. Of course.

It is a sacrifice.

For both of you.

A sacrifice to what?

For once, can't you come out from under
your pieties and speak to me as a man to

a woman?

You want me to condone something you
have done?

No.

Perhaps if you look upon things as a
period of trial, in time you will

find your way.

Good afternoon, Father.

Good afternoon.

Keep still, Mrs. B.

This is hard enough without you
fidgeting all the time.

Here.

Not bad.

Do you want to play seriously?

If you like.

You'll probably win.

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

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

I hear you did something rather out of
character today.

Oh?

Went to church, did you?

Yes.

What on earth for?

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

Got that key for you, milady.

Was it a lot of trouble? No, how could
it be? Weren't no trouble.

Thank you, then.

Good morning,

darling. Morning.

Morning. Morning.

Am I late?

No, no, not at all.

Did you sleep well, my lady?

Thank you, Mrs Fulton.

Well, I think I'll have some breakfast
then.

Yeah. See you later.

Come on, my little one.

Come on.

Come on, my little one.

Shame about Sir Clifford, doesn't it,
Mrs B?

Fair young wife and all this land.

No children to pass it on to.

That shows how little you know.

Sir Clifford's getting stronger all the
time.

Thank you, Robert. That will be all.

It certainly seems to work, my lady.

Yes, you've done wonders, Sister
Clifford. No, I meant fresh air, healthy

activity.

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

Of course, there's many who have no real
heart.

But if you've got a heart, you don't
want to live for money and things.

I'm sure you're right.

If there's something about you, my lady,
makes one say more than one should,

it's because you're a true woman.

And a body's heart burns for you, not
against you. I know you wouldn't do

anything against me.

Neither shall anyone else, if I can help
it.

You weren't ill then?

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

I see.

Oh, what lovely soft creakers.

Aye.

Pretty young things.

Come, baby. Gently.

Oh,

they don't like me.

Oh, then we'll find one that does.

Come on.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Why don't I do that today?

Your excuse, Field. Very good, my lady.

What a nice idea.

Want to game in a minute?

I don't want to beat you again.

You won't today.

I've been practicing.

Don't go, Mrs. Bolton. Excuse me, my
lady.

Please, join us. You're part of the
family now. Thank you.

How do you like your tea?

Very strong.

What's a trigger?

Strong, sweet tea.

I got the case from my husband.

Is it many years since he died?

I was 24.

How awful.

Yes, same age you were widowed, Con.

Now, Sir Clifford, we're going to get
you back on your feet, aren't we?

Yes, Mrs B.

I don't know how you lived through it.
No, I didn't think I could. But the

makes up for a lot.

I miss him, God knows, but I'll never
forget him.

I believe he'd never have left me, and
I'll never leave him.

A lesson to us all, Con.

I mean, that's very touching, Mrs. B.

You'll never leave me, will you, Con?

Clifford, there's a wife in your heart.
Always a wife, I say.

Mrs. B.

Oh, think straight.

Don't you want to win all my money?

It's late.

Check. Very good.

It's a bit early light now.

You can go to bed if you like.

Oh, open the curtains before you leave.

Where are you taking all this? Sir
Clifford's instructions, madam. Very at

in the attic, he said, milady.

Where is he? Talking to a gentleman in
the library, milady.

Thank you, Piers.

I believe that now is the right time.

But we simply must have the pits
modernised.

Especially the Oakwood pit, because that
we can exploit down to the last

possibility.

Once we've... Good morning, everybody.

Gentlemen, my wife.

How do you do?

Darling, would you let us talk in peace,
please?

Now, where were we?

Sit down.

Have I done something wrong?

No.

You think you've lured yourself with me?

Good. And the other side.

And push.

Push. You must strengthen the shoulder.

And rest.

Do you really think that's so, Mrs. B?

Do you trust me?

Yes, Mrs. B.

Well, then, try again.

Lift.

And push. Good.

Good. Good. And rest.

I read something one day.

I will experience everything in life.

Though on the final journey to my death.

The night.

Don't worry. It's really happening.

Where are the others?

Sir Clifford is working in the library
and asked not to be disturbed.

Mrs. Bolton is taking a nap.

Oh, well, it'll be just for me, then.

Yes, milady.

This magazine came for you.

Connie.

My darling Connie.

Are you happy?

Why? Because you look so adorable.

I couldn't bear it if you were unhappy.

So kind.

I honestly think I should have died.

They should have let me.

Clifford, don't.

If something is lost, it needn't be all
lost.

There's no reason for me to live if
nobody else wants me to live.

Just seeing you there then, I thought
you'd be better off if I were dead.

And perhaps you knew it.

I don't want you to die.

But it is cruel to make me responsible
for your living.

You want to live, don't you?

Darling, I'm sorry.

I'm a real brute.

For my selfish sake, I'm not worthy of
you.

Wait here a minute.

Yes, Mellon?

What is it?

I caught a couple of poachers, Sir
Clifford, with snares and rabbits.

come dormant this morning.

Where are they?

Outside, sir.

What should I do about them?

Prosecute.

Yes, sir.

Is it really necessary to prosecute?

Is it really necessary to poach rabbits?

Or anything else, for that matter?

We'd have them all over the wood if we
didn't show them the law.

You were colliers, weren't you?

Yes, my lady.

You see, they're only poaching because
they're hungry. If the money... Her

ladyship is right.

We won't prosecute.

Let them go.

After you've thrashed them... Clifford!

He'll crash them.

So he'll consider his employment here
ended.

Thank you, Malin.

You're late.

I meant to be.

Didn't you want me to be here?

Is it only to be when you want it to be
now?

Well, no, but... And what happened to
those poachers?

That doesn't bother you?

Well, it didn't seem to bother you.

Well, could I have disobeyed the
Clifford's orders?

Oh, you would have beaten them anyway.
Here.

Even so.

Even so, my lady.

That's enough now.

Faster today.

A couple more.

That's good.

To be honest, when we started, I thought
it was hopeless.

But now, I think you can do it.

What happens if you have a child?

I should like to have a child.

What about Sir Clifford?

Clifford talked about it.

He wants a fun and air.

What?

He knows about me.

No.

And if you have a child, you'll tell him
then?

If he ever suspects about you, I'll have
to go right away somewhere.

What for?

I couldn't live without you.

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

I wouldn't fret if you went away and
never was to see me again.

I'd fret.

Should you mind?

Aye, that I would.

I should like you to lie one night with
me at my cottage.

Just for once.

I must go now.

Oh, where's Sir Clifford? He's in the
library.

Perhaps he didn't hear.

I'll tell him.

Oh, my lady.

Aren't you coming in to dinner?

Yes, yes. I'm starving.

I just want to finish with these plans.

What is it? A mind?

Mm -hmm.

I can't father a dynasty.

I can't paint like Renoir.

It has to be business, Con.

Immortality must be the name,
Chatterley.

We start with the mind.

Are you listening to me?

Yes, yes.

We'll have to make sacrifices at first,
of course.

In income and capital.

Because we have to modernize.

Good night, Clifford.

Good night, Con.

Sleep well.

I was scared you wouldn't come today.

What do you come to a fellow like me
for?

Because you can take it or leave it as
you please.

I saw you once washing.

I thought you were beautiful.

Me?

Your body was beautiful.

I wanted you.

My body beautiful?

To you?

As knows all the tip -top young fellas?

I don't mean handsome.

Oh, handsome is as handsome does.

But you don't take me serious, do you?

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

A fucker.

No, lover.

You are my lover.

Aye.

You wouldn't marry me if you was free.

You wouldn't want me to.

If you weren't above me, I should.

But you're above.

You look down on me.

No, I'm grateful to you.

And me. I am too.

This is extra, but I don't mean this.

No.

When I wait, I look across the ground
and you don't come.

I say...

She wants none of you today, lad.

You best hang up your gun and go home.

I... You think nothing of me.

I do.

Not me.

I... Is this you enjoying?

I do love you.

And I want to sleep with you in your
cottage.

And I will.

When?

I want you to tell me my body is
beautiful.

I would be your wife, but I can't leave
Clifford.

He understands I need somebody.

You... Don't you understand I need him?

What would he say if he knew it with me?

I don't know.

I'll never tell him.

No, you'd never tell him.

Because you know you'd lose him right
enough.

It's nothing to do with your class or my
class.

Oh, it's got everything to do with it.

Everything.

Then we'd better think goodbye.

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

I mustn't come here anymore.

Wait a bit.

I don't want you to go.

Say you'll always come back here. Say
something that will keep till you come

back here again.

What shall I say?

Say you'll never break it off between
us.

I never will.

Then let's make it legal.

You drive your nail into this tree for
good and for all.

Yes.

When will you stop the night?

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.

Leave the chicks to pat.

Can you open the gate for me?

Thank you.

Why have you brought him here? I thought
you were going to be my wife in the

woods. And he's in the rest of the
world.

It was his idea to come here.

Well, he knows.

He can't.

He must be suspicious.

You'd better come to the cottage soon,
just in case.

Connie! Bye.

Tonight.

Connie!

Where the devil are you?

I'm coming.

All right.

Thought I was going to think in.

No good.

We're stuck.

Mellos!

Mellos!

Ah, Mellos.

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.

Get back into it, man!

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

Wait a minute.

The gears have gone.

You'll have to push me in new.

Well, give him a hand, Connie.

Mrs.

Bolton, could you send for Newman?

Don't bother him.

Mellon can carry me.

Can't you, Mellon?

Yes, sir.

Oh, Connie, tidy my chair away, will
you?

Not too heavy, am I, madam?

Don't touch those.

Thanks awfully.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, thank you very much.

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

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

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

People like him, even Mrs. Bolton, nice
as she is, they've no real respect

for us, for what we've got.

Not what we are.

Ought they to?

Do we respect them for what they are?
What are they, apart from what they do

us? Would you raise a shout about his
immortal soul?

He's just so much live human meat.

So you've come then?

Obviously.

Is it all right?

You wanted to go.

Of course, otherwise I wouldn't.

I'm glad you did.

Ah flowers

No, that's what she looks like.

Who?

It is your wife, isn't it? How do you
know?

I know a lot about you, one way or
another.

Well, we didn't come here to talk about
her.

No.

But I have to think about her.

After all, you must have liked her once.

She ran off.

She's not my wife now.

So there's an end to it.

Thank you.

Codding?

You look a figure out there.

Am I still beautiful?

Aye. Under the moon.

You're more of the moon than this world.

Oh, the sky is real.

The woods are real.

And you are real.

Moon.

I am your wife. Aye, my wife.

anywhere. I never had a wife.

I never knew what a woman was like
before.

With time.

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

What?

Oh, nothing.

I should go now.

Stay with me.

Oh, what's wrong?

What sort of a man am I?

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

Oh, shh.

Aye, and you.

What sort of a mate am I for you? I know
you like me, but how can you respect me

except for fucking?

And almost anyone would do for that.

Here.

No other man would do for that.

Oh.

I can't go among your sort of people and
you can't come down to mine.

Does it matter, all that sensual stuff?
Aye.

It matters.

You must go.

We'll have another time.

Clifford.

You could tell me it's all untrue.

Go ahead, Connie.

Take a man if you wish only. Never leave
me.

A man, Connie.

Not a damned... Peasant?

Slave? What if you got pregnant, my
lady?

Think of that.

Think of me.

Think of the future.

I thought of who it might be.

But that damned Oliver Mellors.

Oliver, is it?

You never even asked his name.

I've made all the arrangements for you.

Sent a telegram to your sister, telling
her you'll be on the 10 .30 train to

London and the 3 .30 boat train on from
Victoria.

We both need time to think.

Have a good journey, my lady.

Thank you, Field.

Could you do something for me?

Please tell Mellon.

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

You've already made the first move with
this gamekeeper chap.

Why are the second, third, and fourth
moves so difficult?

It's not as easy for me as it is for
you.

I don't like seeing you like this.

I'll make you smile again.

Can you wait for me here, please?

Honey, look what I have found for you.

Which one do you want?

Not one.

Have them both. I'll see you later.

Are you listening to me?

How can you stand it here all the time?

I quite enjoy it here.

It makes my dilemma seem even more
heroic.

Dilemma?

This letter's arrived for you.

I hope that it's good news.

I'll see you in a minute.

Come on.

You're such a bore.

Clifford arranges it all perfectly by
sending you into exile, and all you do

moon around doing the exact opposite of
what everyone else wants to do.

Pregnant women are allowed the
occasional whim.

You can't be pregnant.

I am.

I've seen a doctor.

Oh, absolutely awful.

Well, I think it's the best thing that
ever could have happened to me.

Don't be silly.

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

Wait.

Welcome back, my lady.

Hello.

Isn't it simply wonderful?

And all Mrs B is doing.

My encouragement, perhaps, if you could.

Your willpower.

Careful. Careful. Are you all right?

The devil of an effort, but really worth
it.

Going down the mine was the real
triumph.

What?

I wrote you about it.

Didn't you get my letter?

I wrote you about everything.

Milady? Oh, you don't work here no more.

Was it anything important?

No, thank you. I'm sorry to have
troubled you.

What's happened to Mellon?

He's gone, milady.

Sir Clifford dismissed him.

Clifford, you'd better tell me
everything.

About what?

Mellor. Mellor.

Connie, I wrote you about it. It was all
in my letters.

Cliff, I didn't read your blasted
letters. Now tell me everything.

I thought you didn't answer them because
of that.

Then when I heard you were coming back,
I thought you'd forgiven me. Because of

what?

He really didn't want to stay, you know.

You sent me away and you dismissed him.

I can't believe it.

I didn't want you to become too fond of
him.

I know what we agreed about you having a
lover, but I did it because of you, to

save you pain.

After all, we did talk about a son and
heir, and if you'd started to see too

much of him, who knows what sort of
little bastards I'd have to give my name

Your name?

Con, darling, surely you can understand
my position.

Clifford, I'm pregnant.

He's the father, and you'll be damned.

What are you doing here?

I just got back today.

Did you now?

What do you want? Please.

Look, you can't be the way it was. So
there's an end to it.

Don't you want me anymore?

I want to be with you.

I don't want to miss you all my life.

Well, if you hate me, how can you work
here and still slave for the

Have you never heard of Canada?

What? Canada.

Fourteen pounds a week when I get there.

And I'm working to earn my fare.

Now, you've got to listen to me. I've
got it all planned out. No.

How can you like the likes of me?

Oliver, I'm pregnant.

Oh, damn you.

So you've got what you want.

Hence the clipper gets the child.

No, it will have my maiden name or your
name.

There will be no other Chatterley.

Clifford will be the last.

And I'll leave him, whether you come
with me or not.

And where will we go?

What will we do? What will I do?

You could run your own farm.

How?

We could use my income.

No.

Can't you see you live like a slave?

I've made myself free and you can be
too.

I'll not be a kept man.

And our child.

No class. The best of you, the best of
me.

Do you remember?

My nights will not be haunted by
regrets.

So, you really think I'm beautiful?

How long to go?

Seven months.

We'll see.

We'll see.