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LADY CHATTERLEY

Based on D.H. Lawrence's john Thomas and Lady/ane-

Maybe we could send some paintings.

I saw some somewhere, but I can't remember where.

Don't you think it's all too good to give away?

Oh, Your Ladyship, isn't it magnificent?

It seems almost alive, it's been used so much.

What a pity there's no baby to put in it.

- Isn't it, Your Ladyship? - Yes, it is.

Who knows? Soon perhaps -

What good news that would be.

You're not expecting, are you?

No, no.

At least, not for certain, but -

I do hope so, Your Ladyship. I do.

PART ll

Tell me, Connie.

Have you heard the rumor that you're seeking an heir for Wragby?

- Is there such a rumor? - Yes.

As absurd as it may seem.

Who told you?

Winter.

He asked ever so innocently:

“ls there any truth to the rumor?“

And what did you say?

Won't you turn around?

It's annoying-

What could I say?

“There's no truth to it, to my knowledge.“

And that there couldn't be any?

No, I didn't go that far.

I wasn't too sure, to be honest.

What did you tell him?

Well, it may sound a bit puerile, but I was caught offguard.

I said that we hadn't given up hope.

What ifl did have a baby?

Whose baby?

Whose baby? A baby, that's all. My baby.

Come now.

Perhaps I'm narrow-minded, but nature's laws require you

to have a partner for conception to occur.

Oh, that's not a problem!

You say so yourself: “One body is as good as the next,“ isn't it?

More or less.

Good.

One point to you.

Where's your father taking you injune?

Near Menton. The Villa Natividad.

The Villa Natividad?

It's too good to be true.

You're gOing-7

That's what's planned.

You don't want me to say no?

Oh, no.

Hello.

Hello.

I told Clifford I might have a baby.

You said that?

Well, it's possible, you know.

Would Sir Clifford...

accept it as his own?

Yes, I think so.

But... you didn't mention me?

No.

I'm going away soon with my father and sister.

I could always say I'd met someone there.

You're going away? For how long?

Five to six weeks.

When do you go?

In three weeks' time. Around mid-June.

I see. That's not far off.

Leave it.

L'll do it.

Sir Clifford will think

some society type got you pregnant, won't he?

What would he say if he knew it was me?

He'd be furious.

But you won't tell him, will you?

You needn't worry about that.

Is that why you wanted me? To have a baby?

I don't know.

I wanted -

I don't know what I wanted.

I just wanted -

I wanted you.

I want you.

And a baby, too, perhaps.

You didn't consider me?

I liked your body.

My body?

Do you still like it?

Yes.

I can't imagine

that you like to touch me like I do you.

I do. I love touching you.

I don't think so.

It'sjust that I'm a little scared.

Do you like it when I touch you?

Yes, very much.

Well, what's stopping you then?

Did you take your underwear off?

Yes.

Now you can touch me ifyou like.

You're beautiful.

Can we lie down?

Ifhe has the baby we'll have had this.

See you soon then?

Go on, you run along now.

Oh, Lady Chatterley, what a pleasure to see you.

Good morning, Mrs. Bentley.

Sir Clifford isn't with you?

I'm afraid not.

He rarely comes now.

Excuse me. I livejust opposite the company.

Sir Clifford passes by my window every time he goes to work.

Is Sir Clifford as well as they say?

He's in fine form, thankyou.

I felt it as soon as you came in.

You look absolutely radiant.

Sirwill be here in five minutes.

When did you lose your husband?

- Seventeen years ago. - Really?

He was 28.

And I was 24.

Was it in the mine?

Yes, a firedamp explosion.

The foreman felt it coming and ordered the men to lie down.

They all did except Ted.

He probably didn't hear him.

He was around the corner.

He was killed instantly.

He liked to work on his own. They said it was dangerous, but...

he always did as he pleased.

You often think of him?

Oh, yes.

I can't help it.

It was so sudden. And we were so happy together.

Hello.

- Can I come in? - Come on in.

I'm not disturbing you?

No, I just got back from Uthwaite about some poachers.

Please carry on eating.

Do you want a cup of tea? The kettle's boiling.

Maybe I can do it.

Ifyoulike.

The pot's there, and the tea's on the shelf.

Is that you?

In that photo.

Is that you at your wedding?

Just after.

Were you in love with her when the photo was taken?

I suppose so, in a way.

I was smitten.

Do you still love her?

Me? No, I don't love her anymore.

But it wasn't love anyway.

It wasn't love between us.

But - Really?

I'd rather change the subject.

What about me?

Don't you want to know ifl've loved other men?

Why not?

It's not as ifwe could get married.

Couldn't you think ofit?

Why?

Could you?

In a way, I feel married to you.

Yeah, like you say...

“in a way.“

In our way, I mean.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Not because you want me,

but because you like me.

Not here.

I think I'll have a little sleep.

Yes, sleep.

Sleep.

Connie?

Ifyou come here and I'm out and you want me to come,

pick up the ax and chop a log.

I'll hearyou.

Or Flossie will.

Chop a log on the block and we'll hearyou.

All right.

A few days later, Clifford wished to go out with Constance.

Look at me on my foaming steed!

- Coughing, more like. - Yes, that's it.

Sputtering, even.

I thought we could do some work on the house next year.

The mine's doing well.

What ifthere are more strikes?

Why on earth should they go on strike again?

They'd ruin the industry... or what's left ofit.

Maybe they don't care about ruining it.

It's what fills their bellies,

if not their pockets, as Mrs. Bolton would say.

No, I'm not too worried about strikes.

Simply because they'll soon be virtually impossible.

What do you mean?

Are you going to ban strikes?

The miners will never let you.

We won't tell them. It's for their own good.

The slightest spanner in the works

and they'd starve.

They would, not me. I have other resources.

Are you so sure that there is nothing good in socialism?

Heavens, no.

Nothing is more dangerous than an ideal based on lies.

The masses only want one thing: masters.

- Meaning you. - Meaning me.

You, us.

Well, I'm sorry, but I find that rather facile.

What?

That some are made to command, others to obey.

That's the way it's always been.

May I remind you on which side you were born?

But could we not imagine other solutions

than dominating or being dominated?

Living in Wragby or a miner's house?

Isn't it possible to imagine something else?

Yes, we're all waiting for you to tell us.

No, frankly, I can see no other way.

Suppose I were to exchange Wragby for a miner's house.

Who's the better for it?

Wouldn't we soon find ourselves worse off than before?

Don't I stand for a higher level oflife?

Who gave the workers political freedom?

And education for their children?

And acceptable sanitation? Who?

We don'tjust stand for social progress, but also

for decency

and dignity and all the beauty still left on this earth.

So, can you explain why Tevershall is so ugly?

Because the miners' souls are ugly.

And they can't even follow our example.

Perhaps they could ifthey had the money.

At least they could try to achieve dignity, decency and beauty.

Perhaps they do.

Well, it doesn't show.

Perhaps you don't really want them to try.

Because ifthey did try to achieve dignity and beauty, as you put it,

where would you be?

Me? Right here.

With a pretty Tevershall instead ofan ugly one.

But, Clifford,

these men, transformed by such efforts,

wouldn't accept to work down a pit for you.

Once they saw their inner beauty and dignity,

they'd throw you down the mine.

That's why it's perhaps better

ifthey never realize it.

Your conclusion does not fit your argument.

Of course it does!

It's not in the dominant class's interest

that they make this effort -

the effort you dare to blame them for not making.

The truth is

you need an enslaved working class.

No wonder they hate you.

Hate me?

What hate are you talking about?

There's always been domination.

It's as old as the earth, as man himself.

You can't change that.

Well, I disagree!

The world moves on. It changes!

Otherwise it dies!

I'd rather starve than live in your world of dead bodies!

How dare you talk oflife and death

when you've never known hunger.

What ifl tried to go to the spring?

I haven't seen it in ages.

Yes, why not?

- Will you come to my place tonight? - Tonight?

Yes, this evening. For the night.

All right.

I must go.

I'll wait at the gate. Around 10:00.

This chair is admirable.

It's ice cold.

Shouldn't one make a wish?

One should.

And did you?

Yes, but one mustn't tell.

You should honk for Parkin.

Let her catch her breath.

Is there a stone to put under the wheel?

- I'll help. - No, don't push!

What's the point of the engine?

Put the stone back.

- You should call - - Leave me alone!

Can't you stay still for five minutes?

I thought you were having trouble.

Won't it move?

It would seem not.

- Is there any gas? - Ofcourse. A full tank.

What's wrong?

Can you see?

No.

The connections look fine.

Give her a try.

That's better. I'll just push -

Wait! Let the engine try. She's got to do it.

Clifford, this chair can't move on her own!

Why bother insisting?

She won't do it.

She's done it before.

Careful!

There. What did I tell you?

- You're pushing? - Yeah.

Let go of her!

- She won't make it on her own. - Let go.

It's what she was made for. She has to do it.

Clifford, the brake!

The brake!

The brake, Clifford!

I'm clearly at everyone's mercy.

I think this chair needs pushing.

Would you be so kind as to push me home, Parkin?

I hope I didn't offend you at all.

No, no offense, sir.

Would you like me to push the chair?

Please do.

The brake's jam med.

You should...

give this a good push and I'll lift it up.

- Did you hurt yourself? - No.

I'm all right.

Is that really necessary?

You should have let us push before.

Parkin, it only remains for me to thankyou.

I need another engine for this chair.

Go and have a beer in the kitchen, won't you?

No, thankyou, sir. I'll be getting back.

I'll lunch in my room, ifyou don't mind.

As you wish, my dear.

- You're here? - Yes.

You're on time.

Yes, it was very easy.

Do you hear those noises?

It's the trees.

It sounds like they call each other,

each in their own language.

And what are they?

Pine trees.

You leave the light on?

At night I do.

Then people can't tell ifl'm in or not.

What people?

I don't know. Anybody.

Do you want something to eat?

No, thank you.

But you eat ifyou're hungry.

I'm all right. I'll just make some tea.

Do you want one?

Yes, please.

Will you love me?

Yes, I'll love you.

You must love me.

You should take that off.

Take yours off then.

Turn around.

Turn around before you put the candle out.

You're already awake?

You better go.

Is it sunny?

Itwill be.

How curious. It's tiny now.

Like a bud.

Connie, Father has arrived in London.

I'll pick you up on the morning of Thursday the 7th.

We could leave Wragby after lunch.

No need to spend the evening with Clifford!

Let me know soon ifthis suits you. Love, Hilda.

When did you say Hilda was coming foryou?

On Thursday.

Oh, yes, that's right. Thursday.

When will you be back?

A month later.

Five weeks at the most.

Ifyou ever do come back.

- Why wouldn't I come back? - Who knows?

The hand of God.

An earthquake.

Or a heart-quake.

Speaking ofwhich,

is your sister looking for a new husband too?

I mean, as well as you.

Not that I know of.

The plan only concerns you?

Would you like to know my conditions?

- Your conditions? - As the legal father.

Or had that detail slipped your mind?

Go ahead.

The child will be English on both sides.

On the father's side,

of at least decent stock.

I shall bear it in mind.

Right.

- I thought you'd got lost. - Lost? No.

But I was getting ready to leave.

When do you go?

Tomorrow.

- Tomorrow? - Yes.

My sister's picking me up. We leave after lunch.

- Where are you going? - To London, then Paris.

And near the Italian border, near Menton.

Not where the war was?

No. Much further south.

By the seaside.

It's only for a month.

Won't you be glad to see me again?

You know, it'll do me good to go away.

I haven't been away in so long.

Yeah, it'll do you good.

What are you doing?

I want to run in the rain.

Don't you thinkyou're wet enough?

No, not at all. I have to take all this off.

Wait.

It's pretty.

You need a flower too.

Wait there.

It's too long.

There.

That's good.

YOU need a CYOWH “JO.

It would be so good ifwe were alone in this forest.

Come here.

Wouldn't you like to go to Canada with me?

The world's the same everywhere. It'll be the same in Canada.

But nobody will know who we are.

Not at first.

But they will. Then, it'll bejust the same.

Wouldn'tyou like me to buy a little farm?

You could look after it.

I have enough of my own money.

Then you'd be your own boss.

How much have you got?

I don't know exactly.

400 to 500 pounds a year.

400 to 500 a year?

Every yea r?

It's my mother's inheritance.

Well, I never.

I thought I was comfortably offwith £100 saved up.

Wouldn't you like to have a farm?

My sister could help me find one.

She's very practically minded.

I don't think I'd want a woman to set me up.

I'm notjust any woman.

And anyway,

it wouldn't be just setting you up.

You could start the farm,

then I could come and live with you.

Ifwe decide to get divorced and live together.

You'd never want to live with me on a farm.

You'd never want to be Mrs. Oliver Parkin.

I would. Why wouldn't I?

And you'd be independent. You wouldn't owe anyone anything.

I think what you prefer is being alone as much as possible.

You like seeing me from time to time,

but I don't think you want me here all the time.

That's why I think you should have a farm

where I could come from time to time,

without worrying about marriage.

You're right.

Once you marry a woman, it's a mess.

She starts bossing you about.

Well, usually, the man does the bossing.

Forget it.

God, howl love you.

The next day, Constance was delighted to be leaving.

- This pink one? - Oh, no.

- Oh, yes. - No.

This one.

The swimsuit.

Oh, that's...

terrifying.

- Where are you going? - Be right back.

- I left my bag in your room. - I'll get it.

- Constance. - What?

You forgot your underwear.

It's in the little bag.

I'll be right back.

Good-bye, Clifford.

Bon voyage, Connie.

I'll entrust him to you.

Go on. Drive off.

Stop.

What?

Stop, I beg you!

Stop!

You're here.

Don't cry.

It'll be all right.

It'll bejust fine.

You fly away now.

What is going on?

Well, what a good start.

The two women met their father in London

where they spent a few days before going to Southampton.

The three of them formed a clan, protecting each other.

And Constance realized to her surprise

the power ofthese family ties,

although she had so often denied it.

On the ferry, she confided in Hilda,

who disapproved ofthe misalliance,

but couldn't help being in sympathy with the passion itself

In Paris, the trio became a quartet.

Duncan Forbes, a Scottish painter,

the sisters' childhood friend, joined them.

They set off together

across France from north to south,

stopping wherever the fancy took them.

Finally, they came to their destination.

Two weeks after they left,

they reached the Villa Natividad on the Riviera.

Constance was only happy with Hilda and Duncan.

For the first few days, she had loved it.

But she now felt a sort of creeping malaise

which she was unable to control.

She received regular news from Clifford.

He was glad she was enjoying the Riviera

and told her with his typical wit

of his recent readings and a fewanecdotes about Wragby life.

His best stories came straight from Mrs. Bolton

who had told him that very morning

about the gamekeepefs misadventures.

The day before, Bertha, Parkin's lawful wife,

had moved back in, with all her worldly goods.

The man she used to live with, a miner,

had apparently thrown her out.

I have just received your letter. lam replying in a quiet moment.

You will be surprised and happy by the state of Sir Clifford's health.

He has recovered so well that all he thinks of is seeing you again.

As for Parkin, the situation changes everyday.

The day after Bertha turned up,

she went to the justice of the peace

to get Parkin to live a decent life with herat last.

But Parkin flatly refused.

5o, the justice of the peace told him to apply fora divorce.

Parkin said he would as soon as possible.

Park/n 's been at his mother'; for a week no w.

He now says he has to leave

and Sir Clifford will have to find a new gamekeepen.

I was about to close, but there's more news, so I'll write in haste.

As Pam“ went past the "mu,

Bertha's brother was there with his mates.

They'd all been drinking.

Dan Coutts stopped him, then threw himselfon him.

They went out back to fight.

They say it was a terrible sight.

All those brutes standing around, watching.

Parkin was knocked to the ground

and hit his head on the rails in the courtyard.

The doctor said he had a slight concussion,

but he didn't stop retching for hours. We were so worried.

L went to see him at his mother's. He's a bit better.

I told him you were coming back soon,

and he just turned and looked at me.

Then he fell asleep.

My dear Connie. How areyou?

Me?

Just fine. But what about you?

It's a miracle to see you standing.

Can you walk?

I wouldn't call it walking.

But I can go forward in my own way.

Field, were you in on the plot?

Surprised, my lady?

You can say that again! And a little scared too.

It's not dangerous?

No, you needn't worry.

Shall we go? Or would you rather I fetch the chair?

Let's go.

At last, my lady, you're here!

Welcome home!

What a joy to see you again. Let me kiss you.

All right, Clifford?

The steps are the hardest part.

It's really wonderful.

Come on, Marshall.

Let's go.

You must be exhausted. How was thejourney?

It went perfectly.

Thankyou for your letter. What would I do without you?

So, what happened in the end?

Is Parkin here?

He moved out yesterday.

The new gamekeeper is moving in.

The new gamekeeper?

Mrs. Bolton?

Excuse me.

Coming.

I wanted to tell you...

I think I'm going to have a baby.

Have you told Sir Clifford?

Not yet.

When you do,

will he accept it?

Yes.

You shouldn't hate him for that.

I don't hate him.

Yes, you do.

You hate everyone at the moment.

Yes, you're right.

I feel like I've swallowed poison. It's horrible.

Is it the idea ofgoing to Sheffield?

Yeah, I hate the idea of that too.

You'd rather have stayed here?

No use discussing it.

I've always known it wouldn't last. It's over.

No, listen to me. Don't go to Sheffield.

It's not in your nature. You'll be unhappy there.

Why can't we look for a place ofour own?

That's all over and done with.

And it's not right for a man to live offa woman.

I'm so worried you'll be unhappy there.

We'll see.

But promise me - Look at me.

Promise me, ifyou're really unhappy,

you'll let me find you something else.

Do you promise?

The thing is, I can't be like other folk.

I'm so unhappy when I can't be alone.

But why should you be like other folk?

It's better you're not.

No, it's not.

You have to be like other folk.

When I was a kid, my mother kept calling me a girl.

She said there was something in my character

that was more like a woman than a man.

Well, maybe she was right.

Why do you say that as ifit were a weakness? It's not.

You're more sensitive than idiots like Dan Coutts.

You should be proud of being sensitive.

You can call it being sensitive or whatever.

I see it as a handicap.

The idea of going to that factory is like death.

Other folk manage it without making a fuss.

That's why I wanted to go to Canada.

But you don't want to go, so -

No, please don't go to Canada.

I've been there and to America.

I couldn't be happy there.

And I don't think you'd like it either.

It'd kill something in you.

You have a gift.

You don't realize it, but I know.

You have the gift oflife.

Now I'm afraid you'll spoil it when I need it so much.

Please trust me.

I know one thing for sure: you only get one life.

Exactly. That's just it.

I can give you the money tomorrow and you can buy a place.

A little farm you could work on.

No. You don't understand.

I love you.

Ifyou only knew how much.

But I mustn't feel small.

I feel like there's no place for me,

like I'm worth nothing to no one...

except to you.

When you went away, I tried not to think about you too much,

bGCHLJSG it W88 no use.

What was the point?

But when I still thought about you,

I said to myself:

You're like my home.

And yet, real houses don't mean much to me.

It's because...

until I met you,

everything was like a prison to me.

I felt locked up,

belittled.

You opened up the world to me. And when I think of that,

how you opened up to me,

how you gave me freedom,

I think I'm stupid to be afraid.

And ifyou want me to work on a farm next year,

then I accept.

I'm sorry.

It's because I'm so happy we're together again.

I better go now

without saying good-bye or anything.

But I just wanted to say that, while we're apart -

I mean, while we're not together,

I don't mind ifyou see other women.

I won't need to.

You never know.

But don't tell me. It'll be your secret.

But keep your heart gentle.

Because ifyou do, I'll never lose you.

I've been without women before.

I can wait, you know.

Really? You'll wait for me?

Ifl need you one day,

ifl can't stand my life,

ifl decide to leave Clifford,

you'll come for me?

Ifyou thinkyou need me, I'll come.

Ifyou think you have no other choice,

I'll do what's best for us.

I'll get ajob on a farm and -

You'll come for me ifl can't bear it anymore?

Yes.