Lady Chatterley's Lover (1955) Movie Script
Lady Chatterley's Lover
Some hot tea, godfather?
Clifford, you should give
the signal to the hounds now
My dear Hilda, you'd do me a great favour
if you let me conduct my hunt as I see fit.
I only thought it would be best...
- The beast is heading towards the pond, sir.
- Thank you.
I think that a boar will go to
ground at the waterhole soon.
I think so too, but
we'll have a good hunt.
A beautiful hunt.
- What are we waiting for?
- Sir Clifford's signal.
Aren't you staying for the gutting?
- Not me.
Excuse me please.
- What's wrong?
- An accident at the mine, I'm sure.
Go on without me, please.
Excuse me, Lady Chatterley,
I think we're needed.
- Where's your husband?
- I couldn't stop him going down.
It's serious?
One dead and three wounded
until now. There maybe others.
- How did it happen?
- A provisional gallery collapsed.
You know, when prospecting a new vein,
the scaffolding breaks,
this happens sometimes.
Let us in! Why can't we?
I'd told you an accident
was likely to happen.
What could have been done?
Drilling at 600 meters?
They always fail to hit the vein.
I was right, Constance.
We've got the most important
deposit in the area.
- No one wanted to believe me.
- You were right, Sir Clifford
but the workers don't understand
why we take so much risk.
These are their occupational hazards.
It's part of the rules of the games.
I know about that.
The shell that crushed
my legs during the war
was also part of the rules of the game.
Write the families letters of
condolences in the name of the company.
Lady Chatterley will
go and visit the wives.
Pity he didn't kick
the bucket down there.
Tell me, my dear, if I understood well,
that new pit will open in
the middle of your park.
I'll put it where I must.
So, you'll make me earn
lots of money, my boy.
Yes, godfather, we shall be the
strongest company in the group.
I wanted it, I made it, from
the back of my wheelchair,
with my dead legs.
It's true that Constance was there.
Constance, you don't
have to behave heroically
for the rest of your days
because the misfortunes of war
made a hero out of your husband.
You're not listening.
What are you thinking of?
Of nothing. I was dancing.
What were you saying?
That it is a real pity to
see such a beautiful body
have the life of a nun.
I understand that you may feel
great tenderness for Clifford
.. but you miss the essential
part of loving, Constance.
I don't think of it that way.
Non qui respicit Orpheus
You're still good at Latin.
It's a wonderful sentence:
when Orpheus and Eurydice
are both dead at last, he does
not fear losing her any more.
Constance darling,
can you go to the library and
get my copy of Ovid's works?
Leslie and I are lost
in our Latin quotations.
I'll get it.
Follow her, but don't talk so much.
Constance does wonders for you.
You know there's something strange.
When she is away, my legs are cold.
You're following me everywhere.
Constance...
No, Michaelis, please.
Constance...
Listen, Constance...
Won't a man ever...?
- Listen to me, Michaelis.
When Clifford returned from war,
with half of his body in shatters,
I revolted against fate
which was depriving me
of what you call "the
essential part of loving".
So, I listened to a man who talked
to me almost like you do tonight.
It could have been you
if you'd been there.
But I quickly renounced:
I found no pleasure in it
and I don't like cheating.
Now, I'm at peace.
But I find it unpleasant to
be seen as someone to be pitied
or as an obvious victim because
I'm the wife of an invalid.
Now, if you need to kiss
me to satisfy your pride,
go ahead, if you still want to.
No, Constance. Not like that.
You see... it was nothing much.
- You'd better become my sister's lover.
- But I was.
Go to bed, Lewis. You're
quite late. Good night.
Good night, Your
Ladyship. Good night, Sir.
Good night, Lewis.
- Aren't you tired, darling?
- No, not at all.
Your stamina is really extraordinary.
Did you hear what the people said when
we left the mine after the accident?
Yes, I did.
A pity he didn't die kick
the bucket down in the pit.
They all want me to die, they
think of nothing but my death.
If I died, they would be
able to take back the mine.
If only I had son.
I have always regretted not
having had a child by you.
We were blessed with
everything but that.
Ours was a beautiful love.
From that first day when
we moved towards each other,
smiling, without knowing each other
until that grey morning of the war
when I came back on that
little motor vehicle.
You put your hand on my arm
without saying anything.
Everything was impossible that day
but you made it all possible
when you put your hand on me.
Have I thanked you enough, Constance?
Darling...
Sometimes I wonder
if it would not be good
for you to have a child
by another man.
I've hurt your feelings, my
love. I've made you suffer.
No, I... I'm surprised.
But you do understand, don't you?
- Yes, I do.
- Of course,
that thing is possible only
among very sophisticated people
as we are.
Nothing would be changed in
our love. On the contrary.
I don't know, I'm incapable
of imagining such a thing.
I'll sleep now.
Good night, my dear.
Good night.
Won't you kiss me?
I will.
Think it over.
You'll see that I'm right.
When do you think we
can start the works?
Approximately in a month. The
experts will start surveying tomorrow.
Your new gamekeeper is a
difficult man, you know.
Warn him about them
or he might shoot them.
I've thought of it.
Lady Chatterley will be going for a ride
this morning. She'll drop by and tell him.
Excuse me that I'm not
properly dressed, Your Ladyship.
It doesn't matter.
I've been asked to tell you that
the engineers will work in the park.
All right, Your Ladyship.
I'll let them through.
There's a thunderstorm coming.
It's going to pour.
Would you like to come inside?
No, thank you. I'll
have time to go back.
Your stirrups are too
short, Your Ladyship.
Thanks.
You were right.
I knew it. I'm from this
county. I know the weather.
Don't go into any trouble, please.
Flash, down!
- Let her. I love dogs.
- You'll get dirty.
Flash, down!
What are you doing?
I'm preparing nests for the hens,
they will hatch the pheasants' eggs.
Why in the sand?
Pheasant hens make
their nest in the ground.
Sand replaces the...
The rain has stopped, Your Ladyship.
Can I stay here a while or do you mind?
Your Ladyship does not have to
ask permission, this is her cabin.
Do I have your permission to
come here from time to time?
I work here, Your Ladyship.
I don't mind that, you know.
Sir Clifford wants me to raise pheasants
but I can do that elsewhere
if Your Ladyship needs
this cabin for her pleasure.
No, don't move. I don't
need this cabin at all.
I said that...
You want me to help you?
Yes, please.
Let me see.
- Does it hurt there?
- Yes, very much.
You must have broken
or dislocated something.
Probably the humerus.
You'll need a plaster cast.
How do you know? You're
a medical expert too?
I was a soldier. I learned a lot at war.
Loneliness too.
I'll help you mount your
horse and I'll take you home.
Come on! Come on!
Was it your mare's fault?
No, mine. I hesitated
when facing the obstacle.
Well, my dear, we're both disabled.
You were lucky the gamekeeper was there.
I did not know him.
When did you hire him?
Three months ago. He replaced Smith.
His father was a blacksmith at the mine.
He used to be a miner too.
Yes... He became an
officer during the war.
The result: he is now
downgraded in class.
But good gamekeepers are hard to find.
His only flaw is his wife. A big flaw!
Yes I know.
They separated. He lives on his own.
And she lives in the village.
You must get it x-rayed.
but I'm almost quite sure the
humerus is broken, Your Ladyship.
I'm sorry, Clifford. Who
will take care of your legs?
Are you finished soon, Mrs. Bolton?
Almost, Sir Clifford.
We're finished?
How impatient we are. Done!
I'm not as fast as Lady Chatterley.
Yes you are. And I must
say you do it even better.
I'm not Lady Chatterley. Nothing
can replace a wife's hand.
You take very good
care of me, Mrs. Bolton.
It will still be much more pleasant
when Lady Chatterley
takes charge of you again.
The doctor is here. Her
cast is being taken off.
- No pain? No hindrance?
- Hardly.
So I can go? My sister
does not need me any more?
Not any more. In a few
days, it'll be a bad memory.
You won't break it again in the
same place: that one is too solid.
- Goodbye, Lady Chatterley.
- Thank you, Doctor.
- What about my luggage?
- It's taken care of.
Funny! My arm feels very light.
The breaking of your arm proved
that your husband can do without you.
- You think so?
- Indeed.
Do me the favour and keep mother Bolton.
That woman is so happy!
And your slavery will be over.
And you must get rid of
that cardboad expression.
As soon as I go back to
my normal life, my walks...
But you don't lead a normal life.
You don't need walks, really not.
And what should I do?
What everybody does, take a lover.
Listen to me, Hilda. I'm
happy, I love Clifford.
My life is simple.
In the morning, I ask:
"Did he sleep well?"
I go up to his room, wash him.
If the weather is nice,
I take him to the garden...
Then what?
After lunch, he takes a nap,
Then it's tea time and he reads to me.
Then what?
Then we get dressed for dinner.
After dinner, we play chess and we talk.
After dinner comes the night.
There are not only nights.
No, but they're as numerous as days.
I know nothing sadder than
the tale of your happiness.
Next summer, I'll take you to Venice
whether Clifford likes it or not.
He won't agree.
I'll have a word with my dear
brother-in-law before I leave.
Clifford, it's been years since
Constance has been away from here.
I insist to take her
to Venice next summer.
Don't get so excited,
Hilda, it's no use.
I agree with you:
Constance needs holidays.
She will go to Venice with you.
But Clifford, how will
you manage without me?
I'll long for you,
and I'll wait for you.
Mrs. Bolton will take care of him.
She's learned a lot about my habits now.
You intend to keep Mrs. Bolton?
It was so tedious for you, Constance.
Goodbye, Hilda. Have a safe
trip home. And thank you.
Good bye, Clifford.
Accompany me to the end of the park.
I found it very touching that you consented
to that Venice trip. It will do me good.
I'm quite sure of that.
Come with us, the mine can
do without you for a month.
It can indeed but it will be
better for you to go alone.
I'll only be a bother to you.
A bother? But why on earth?
Because of what we talked about
before you had your accident.
Before my accident?
That trip might offer
you the opportunity
to have that child we both wish.
Clifford, I sometimes
wonder if you love me.
Isn't this the most beautiful
proof of love I could give you?
Wishing for a child you bore?
Born of me and of another man.
I know you, Constance,
you're incapable of
choosing an unsuitable man.
- So you coldly think...
- It's a simple formality.
Excuse me, I mean...
A sacrifice on your part.
But...
since we both have wished for it,
it would almost be as if we
both had conceived that child.
I wanted a child so much.
When you returned
from the war, Clifford,
I cried as if our child were dead.
It can't be born any more.
But the important thing
is not the making of the child.
That act itself must not be
given too much importance.
The important thing is raising it.
Give me a son
from any sound and intelligent man,
I'll make a Chatterley out of
him, capable of succeeding me.
But nobody will believe...
that I got well again? You
don't think I can get well again?
Some men, probably less seriously
wounded than I, have been healed.
The doctor will confirm
that I'm well again.
That child will be mine.
But after all, Clifford...
the man who will be the father,
he'll approach me, I mean...
That lover you had
when you were studying abroad,
before we got married...
I did not love you then.
- Do you still think about him often?
- No.
The purely sexual relations,
if you don't exaggerate
them by literature,
is nothing more than the
copulating of two birds.
The mind does enter it.
My mind, in any case, is
determined not to remember it.
Fate has made me unfit for battle.
but I am determined to
defy fate and vanquish it.
Think, Constance,
love is the life we have.
It is our constant
understanding, our common habits.
Don't think only of the base things.
Isn't it base to make
a child without love?
The Carradine son is getting married.
- To whom?
- I'll tell you...
"We're pleased to announce
the engagement... "
With Lady Barbara Mardell, only
daughter of the late Lord Mardell.
That small blonde girl who
was at the hunting party?
Looks like it.
Anyway, she is marrying into good money.
It's not as bad as it usually is.
For a change, I've added a
few drops of orange blossoms.
You're really attentive, Mrs. Bolton.
You do everything in
your power to please me.
Why stay inside with such weather?
Some fresh air would do you good.
You don't look too well today.
- You want to go outside, Clifford?
- No, thank you. I feel comfortable here.
Don't you want to breathe something
else than this sulfur smell?
I don't mind. That's my oxygen.
You just go along, don't mind me.
Good morning, Your Ladyship.
What are you doing?
I'm collecting ant eggs.
- What for?
- To feed the pheasant chicks.
- You want to have a look at them?
- If you like.
Seeing all those trees cut
down makes me feel really bad.
I feel the same, but it's necessary.
Necessary? Why? To earn more money!
Come on... Nothing to cry about.
You have good hands.
So have you.
Come... I'll walk with
you part of the way.
You're sorry?
No. Are you?
Sorry about a thing like this? No.
But there's the other side of it.
Which other side?
- You see, you're sorry.
- In a way, yes.
I thought I was through with all
that. And here am I at it again.
At what?
Life.
There's no way to avoid it. If you
avoid it, you may as well be dead.
Do you despise me now?
No, I don't despise you.
If only there weren't so many
other people in the world.
I'd better not walk
with you any further.
Good evening.
Do you want me to come again?
Of course I do.
But it's up to you.
The Countess of Crossmore gave
birth to a son on Saturday in London.
Lady Margaret Crawley gave birth...
Aren't you interested?
Yes, Clifford. I'm listening.
Ah, here comes accuracy herself.
Excuse me. I need some rest.
Aren't you feeling
well, Lady Chatterley?
Just tired, it's nothing.
You will eventually make me
like those potions, Mrs. Bolton.
That would be a great
success, Sir Clifford.
I have a headache. I'll
go out for some fresh air.
Won't people talk if you
come here every evening?
No one knows.
- They soon will.
- Why?
They always do.
And what will you do when it gets
known? Have you thought about it?
One of your husband's servants.
There's nothing I can do about it.
You could stop coming here.
- I don't want to.
- Think about it.
What will you do if people know?
- Well... I could leave.
- Where to?
- I don't know. Anywhere.
- You know where that is?
You're the Lady Chatterley.
I'm a gamekeeper.
If I were a gentleman,
it would be different.
So... you don't want to any more?
We must think things
over before it's too late.
You fear for yourself.
Yes. Yes, I'm afraid.
I think things over.
I'm afraid of things, of people.
I don't care about what people think.
You say so.
You say so because you can only think
of one thing: going into the cabin.
The rest doesn't matter.
Come.
But you're naked.
You're naked under your
dress. And you didn't tell me.
What's wrong?
It's gives me a strange feeling that you're calling me "tu". ("tu
- you" instead of the polite "vous")
You want only my hand to
take liberties with you.
Come.
You're cold?
No, I'm not.
I must go.
- What's the matter with you?
- I can't love you.
You can't? Well, don't worry about it.
I want to love you, but
I cannot. It's too horrid.
My darling...
You're still a young girl.
Today, you were not there,
you were very far away from me
while I made love to you.
It happens, you know. No need
to make a drama out of it.
The life of a man and a woman is made
of days following other days, patiently.
Love is humble.
And arduous. And patient.
Actually, it is not for the rich.
There has been a today,
there will be a tomorrow.
Tomorrow we may be closer to each one.
If I can't love you,
then it's too horrid.
Don't think!
If you think, you frustrate the
part of you that wants to love me.
Our hands know each other.
Let them have their way.
Today, you suddenly became a stranger
to me because I called you "tu".
Do you think I didn't notice?
You let me caress you,
but you were already back in your house.
Among your servants and your guests,
shocked because I said "tu".
Wait.
You smell nice.
Next time, come to the cottage.
I'd rather be hanged for
a sheep than for a lamb.
- I'm late. I must go.
- It's only 7:30, it's not late.
I'm in a real hurry.
Good evening, Your Ladyship.
Why did you say that?
For no reason. Good evening.
I was wondering if you'd lost your way.
- Sir Clifford did not ask for me?
- The dinner gong hasn't been sounded.
Delay dinner for a quarter of an hour.
Constance, we're waiting
for you to serve tea.
Ask Mrs. Bolton to do it, I'm going up.
But Mrs. Bolton can't take the
part of mistress of this house.
Tea is not a religious ceremony!
What if I don't serve tea?
Come on, Constance!
Forgive me, darling,
I feel very tired. I don't know why.
I'd like to spend some
time away from here.
Let's go to Venice.
What fancy notion. But you'll
go with Hilda in a month.
A month, that's to far away.
Let's go now, both of us.
Both of us? What a strange idea!
My dear Constance, you're feeling
that way because you've nothing to do.
- No. You don't understand.
- Let me speak.
For a fortnight, you've
done nothing except riding.
You've even stopped taking
your walks in the forest.
You should get interested in something.
I know you're not
interested in the mine.
- Clifford, please...
- What?
Clifford.
What is it?
Nothing.
It seems I shall have to pour tea.
She's been very anxious these last days.
She has excuses. She has good excuses.
Excuses are not good reasons.
Constance knows that good
education consists in not
making life horrible for
others, excuses or no excuses.
I myself could have
what you'd call excuses.
Your Ladyship, my husband
died twelve years ago.
What has your life been like since?
It's been like this: living for others.
You didn't try to replace him?
No. It would have been meaningless.
What I've known with my
husband couldn't be replaced.
He was killed at the mine?
In this country, it's always
the mine which takes them.
The firedamp explosion or
that disease coming from it.
But this takes longer.
Were you happy with him?
Like any woman with her man
when they are a good match.
Almost as strong as the she-wolf and
her mate. With their cub between them.
But children grow up and they leave us.
Whereas a man and a woman...
It must have been horrible for you.
At first, I would say
to myself foolishly:
"My only one, why did you leave me?"
I would wake up
and think:
"Why isn't he in the bed, near me?"
It took me years to understand
that he'd never come back,
that I'd never feel the
warmth of his body again.
The warmth of his body...
Yes, that's right, his warmth...
I know, if there's a Heaven, he'll
be there and he'll lie against me
so that I can fall asleep.
Otherwise, there won't be any Heaven.
It's as beautiful as that?
You think that... warmth can last?
But, Your Ladyship, what
else is there to last?
The trees here shouldn't be felled.
- You shouldn't fell trees here!
- Those are the orders.
How beautiful it is.
Yet you cut them down.
I know that forest was beautiful.
I knew it before you did.
As a little boy, I fed on that forest.
It was my forest.
I assure you I used to run in it
before being wheeled
around like... a wreck.
But the wreck can make decisions
even from his wheelchair.
We'll cut everything down.
But the steel forest that
will rise here around the pit
will be more beautiful still.
To have more money.
You know that's not the reason.
It will make us stronger.
Do you need to be strong,
sitting in that chair?
For the first time, Constance,
I'm ashamed of it in front of you.
Leave me alone, please.
I'll carry on on my own.
Hey! There!
Mellors, come here!
Why don't you come and help
me instead of watching me.
Well, Mellors!
Hurry up when you're summoned.
- Clifford, you're horrible.
- Because I tell him to hurry?
I pay him 30.000 francs a month and
give him a house too for his services.
I were in his place, I'd
tell you to keep it all.
He'd love to, but it's
a luxury he can't afford.
Get me out of here, Mellors.
I think the engine is broken,
you'll have to push me.
You're ridiculous, Constance.
Mellors can do this on his own.
This is ridiculous.
Ridiculous.
You told me to come to the cottage.
Here I am!
I escaped. I'll be back in
the morning before he wakes up.
You came.
I'd rather be hanged for
a sheep than for a lamb.
You're having dinner this late?
Yes, I always have dinner
after my evening round.
- Would you like a cup of tea?
- Yes, and I'll make it myself.
Shall I take this away?
If you want to. Tea's on
the mantelpiece over there.
You walk about in this house
as if you'd been my wife forever.
When you met me three weeks
ago, you wanted to slap my face,
and tonight, you left
your house to come to me.
And I walked through the woods.
How brave of you!
You find it amusing to serve me?
No, I find it natural.
So do I.
Is that you?
Yes.
That photograph was taken
just before I was married.
When I was 21.
Do you love it?
- What?
- That portrait.
I've never liked it, but she
fixed it all up to have it done.
She wanted a big picture
like a movie star.
- Why did you keep it hanging there?
- I don't know.
I never look at it. I
didn't remember about it.
- Why don't you burn it?
- You're right.
Shows me for what I was: a young curate.
And her for what she was: a
bully. "The prig and the bully".
- One should never keep those things.
- One shouldn't have them made.
- Did you love your wife?
- Love? Do you love Sir Clifford?
- But you used to care for her?
- Care for her?
When I think of her, it makes me sick.
Why don't you ask for a divorce?
I hate those things,
judges and law-courts.
So, one day, she will come to you
and you'll have to take her back.
Never.
Why did you marry her?
She wasn't your equal.
Mrs. Bolton could never
understand why you married her.
I was very young at the time, I
had just left my first mistress.
A stuck-up girl who
thought love was disgusting,
one of those who want the
great love up in the clouds.
Then Bertha came along.
And it was a big change.
She did not push me back.
On the contrary.
Even as firewood, it's no good.
- Why didn't your happiness last?
- I'll tell you.
There are two kinds of women.
Those who want a man so
they can say they have one,
just like they want an electric
cooker or a vacuum-cleaner,
but who don't want his body.
They put up with it but they
think of it as necessary evil.
They remain lying there like logs.
It bothers them a bit,
but they don't care.
And then...
there are those who
want to know everything.
Each caress, each sensation.
Those who need just a toy, nothing more.
They don't want a man, they
want a toy for their pleasure.
And between the two, there may be
the real women who are able to share.
Maybe.
A woman who knows
that when a man and a
woman are making love,
if both their hearts are
warm at the same time,
it's the most honest,
the proudest thing on earth.
If their hearts are
warm at the same time.
The trouble is...
I don't know if such a woman exists.
I've never known what it
means to believe in a woman.
What do you believe in then?
I don't know.
In nothing, as every
man I have known so far.
I believe in nothing because
you believe in nothing.
All of you want is a sensual adventure
or a romance, like in the magazines.
But you won't give anything true.
Nothing of yourselves. Never.
I think you'd better leave.
- But I must wait until morning.
- You'll sleep upstairs then.
- I'll sleep downstairs.
- No.
Then I'll leave.
But what's come between us?
My darling...
Let's never quarrel,
let's never leave each one.
We have nothing but
each other in this world.
Just the two of us in this world.
If I had been told...
I'd have died of shame.
Now, it's shame which is dead.
I watched you while you were sleeping.
You looked like a wild animal
lost in the forest of sleep.
Would it make you happy
if I had your child?
The wolf, his mate and their cub.
It would be a real child.
Soon, I'd want to come here
and live with you forever.
Here or elsewhere.
- You think they'll allow it?
- I will allow it.
Listen, Cinderella.
Is it daytime, Mrs. Bolton?
Yes, Sir Clifford, it's daytime.
It's your turn to play, Sir Clifford.
Is it?
I tried to phone. I shall be
leaving earlier for Venice.
It's a surprise, Mrs. Reed.
I'll tell Sir Clifford.
Is it always raining here?
Only have the small suitcase
brought down. I'm leaving tomorrow.
Very well.
You didn't catch me. I could
have stayed in the rain longer.
It was wonderful. You
were laughing madly.
When I was a child, I often felt
like running naked in the rain.
I never dared do it. It seemed indecent.
What about tonight?
Oh, no. Tonight I was happy.
Because you taught me not to be ashamed.
Tonight, I was happy, I was strong.
I did not teach you.
You've understood that
your body was the same
as when you were a child, as innocent.
You were taught not to say its name
but your body is still your
friend, like it used to be.
Your belly... You felt shame
the first time I said its name.
Yet it is called an iris, an iris,
and among all the flowers God made
to wait humbly for pollen, it
is as innocent as the others.
Only pleasure has been confused
with sin for such a long time.
It's not true.
Pleasure is tender and strong.
When it is tender, it is pure.
You are strong too, and you are tender.
And that's why I love you.
What shall I do all day
long tomorrow without you?
You'll knit at home.
You'll think of poor Mellors
buying grain at the market.
- What on earth is she doing?
- Why such frenzy?
She must have taken
shelter from the rain.
Mrs. Bolton will find her eventually.
You know, for some time
I've found Constance strange.
I'm glad you're leaving for
your trip to Venice earlier.
We'll leave tomorrow morning,
I must be there on the 24th.
For once, we agree: she
really needs a vacation.
Oh, Mr. Mellors, you
took Her Ladyship home.
We were worried. We thought
she'd had an accident.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Do you know what time it is?
Hilda!
Where were you? What
have you been doing?
I was taken unawares by the storm.
I took shelter in the gamekeeper's
cabin. I even made a fire.
What a surprise!
- You look well.
- You should have told me.
Constance,
your hair is wet but your
dress is dry. Why is that so?
- I ran naked in the rain.
- Naked in the rain...
Hilda, you see... She's gone mad.
I am not mad. I dried myself
near the fire with a towel.
A towel? Whose was it?
The gamekeeper's? Where
was he all that time?
- Who?
- The gamekeeper.
He was not there.
What if he'd surprised
you while you were drying?
He would have died of
fright and run away.
She's got answers for
everything, Clifford.
I've advanced my trip to
Venice, we'll leave tomorrow.
But we were to leave
at the end of the month.
Is something keeping you
from leaving tomorrow?
No... nothing.
Dinner's ready and
you're not even dressed!
I won't go with you, Hilda. Too
bad, I shall never know Venice.
Why?
Because I have a lover. You
suspected it, didn't you?
All the more reason to come. It'll
do your lover good to leave you.
My lover is not of that kind.
I have never told him I
planned to go on a trip.
You'll tell him tomorrow.
He isn't here tomorrow.
He is at the Isling fair.
- At the Isling Fair?
- Yes, to buy some grain.
Because my lover is a gamekeeper.
A gamekeeper?
Yes, he is even my husband's gamekeeper.
Exciting, isn't it? Just
like in a French stage play.
- You've become crazy.
- I have not. Why?
You've told me yourself
to cheat on Clifford.
I advised you to take a
lover, but not a gamekeeper.
I assure you I did not expect that.
Neither did I, you know.
Let's go back, Mrs. Bolton.
My legs are cold.
- Turn left.
- So you haven't changed your mind after 24 hours of thinking it over?
I won't leave without telling him.
You're leaving at 8 p. m. and
you're not sure he'll be back.
Don't be angry.
Turn left and take the
second road into the forest.
- You're not alone.
- I'm with my sister. I'll explain. Come!
My sister Hilda, Mr. Mellors.
Won't you get out and come
with us to the cottage?
No, I'll pick you up on the main
road at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning.
I'll explain to you presently. You
really don't want to get out of the car?
I don't think it's necessary.
Is the game really worth the candle?
What game? What candle?
That escapade with my sister.
- You must ask her.
- Don't squabble, Hilda!
I don't want to squabble. But it is necessary
to keep some continuity in one's life.
One can't always be silly.
What do you mean by your continuity?
You're going to get a divorce,
aren't you? What continuity is there?
That of your stubbornness maybe.
How dare you speak to me like that?
What right have you to annoy
people with your continuity?
My poor boy, you think
that I care about you?
Yes I do.
- You are more or less my sister-in-law.
- We haven gotten that far yet.
Don't keep me waiting tomorrow morning.
We'll have to catch up on this lost night.
- Why were you so disagreable to my sister?
- That girl deserves to be slapped.
- Why did you come with your sister?
- We're going on a trip together in her car.
She's spending the night in a
hotel, we're driving off tomorrow.
- Where are you going?
- Very far. To Italy.
For long?
One month, at least.
Look at me. You knew about
it the day before yesterday?
No.
Why did you decide to go in such a
hurry, so far away and for so long?
- I'll stay, if you want me to.
- I'm not asking you to stay.
Why did you decide to go?
That trip has been
planned for some time,
a long time before we...
Since then, I had
thought I could not leave
but my sister came yesterday to
take me away, without telling me.
as we'd planned.
When I told her I wouldn't
leave with her, but...
When she learnt who your lover was,
she convinced you it was best to go.
If only to clear things up between us.
Those were her exact words,
weren't they? Don't lie.
Yes.
She also told you that
if you refused to go,
your husband would grow suspicious.
And you shouldn't give cause
for suspicions to one's husband.
And maybe that it would do me good too,
you'd show me that you could do without me.
She must have said this too.
Keep me with you, darling.
I had told you that
the others would eventually
try to separate us.
It's hard to have courage.
The truth is beautiful,
but it has a cutting edge.
Not everyone dares take it bare-handed.
A little lady, that's all
you are. Like the others.
You don't understand. You can't.
It's not the only reason,
there's another one.
- Which one?
- My husband wants me to go.
I must go to Venice.
He wishes me to have some
sort of an affair in Venice
so that I could meet someone
and come back with his child.
He wants a heir for the mine.
But I want a son from no one but you.
This is absolutely horrible!
So that's the reason why you came to me?
To give a new master
to that bloody mine.
How can you believe that?
Everything is pretty clear now.
We were about to sing
that "You and me" old tune.
Anywhere, at the end of
the world, you and me.
but it meant you in your house
and me deep in the forest.
You and your rich woman's
perfume, me smelling of sweat
You say all this
nonsense only to hurt me.
And...
And if that love had borne a fruit,
if there had been an accident,
everything would have been all right,
since Sir Clifford wanted a child.
But I did love you like a
real man loves a real woman
for better and worse,
as the curate says,
for bed, but also for meals
together, for all that can be shared.
A woman on whom I can put
my hand in the evening.
But what I had to give,
you'll probably never know.
But it was much more
than your husband's house.
For it was myself I was
going to give to you.
Go to your sister tonight, don't wait.
And have a nice holiday
in Venice, Milady.
I don't want to go! This
trip does mean anything to me.
I don't want to go.
I want you to go now.
I'm throwing you out.
- I didn't say "Look" to you?
- Yes, you said it.
- I didn't say "there"?
- Yes, you said "there".
But I didn't say where
I'd seen that slut before.
Get to the end! We don't
care if it's there or where.
She was coming out of his house?
- Quite right, pal. Out of Mellors's.
- She was running on the road?
She was blubbering.
She was rushing away on her high
heels like crazy. In the rain.
Hear that, Bertha. I thought your man
of the woods didn't care about the thing.
Think so? With him, it never stopped!
He found quite a replacement! A
Lady, who would have thought so?
Give me more of the same.
All the same, do that to a cripple!
You're not going to defend
him? He's cuckolded by a worker.
He was wounded in the war.
Do you think we would have wept
over him if he'd been killed?
- You're being cheated too, Bertha.
- You must do something.
I'll make him pay if it's true.
- What the hell are you doing here?
- Not so fast, pal.
Is it here that Lady
Chatterley has her fun?
- I forbid you!
- You can't forbid anything.
How could you? Is it not the truth?
She's even bringing her books.
"Constance Chatterley", it says.
So, that's what you do in bed? Reading?
You're silly. I had come
with good intentions.
It would have been fun,
making love to a man
who has sex with a Lady.
What is it?
The whole village knows,
you were seen together.
Shut up or you'll see...
You could give me money to shut up.
I wouldn't shut up.
You bastard! I'll make you pay!
I'll have my revenge, hear me?
- What happened to you?
- He beat me up.
The bastard, the brute!
I ran away, he would
have torn me to pieces.
Shouldn't have rubbed
him up the wrong way.
What's the use?
Hitting me won't keep
me from speaking up.
I'll have my revenge. The
whole village will know.
Not the village! It's useless.
The husband must be told.
What d'you mean?
We should write a letter to
him. Unsigned. I will write it.
I'll write it up.
It's my specialty.
- Ren, stop!
Don't be cross.
You can see that it's
me and no one else.
Yes.
With me, you're happy like a girl
who's always had what she needed, true?
Yes.
But now, you've got that look...
What else is on your mind?
I dunno, that's all.
What, bitch? Damned slut!
What else d'you need?
Not what you think.
You can't understand.
Feelings... I'll be damned!
Feelings! You damn fool!
You see... it makes my
whole body warm. I like it.
They say it should
make the heart warm too.
They say?
No. Mellors says so.
Shut up or I won't write your letter.
Leslie, what a nice surprise!
- Hello.
- Hello. The valet didn't get your name.
- When did you get here?
- Not long ago.
You will stay a little while with
us, I hope. It's wonderful here.
Where is Constance?
- Constance?
I don't know. Probably walking around.
I don't understand her: everyone has
fun, except her. She's always alone.
She is walking in the
town looking at old walls.
My dear Hilda, I'm bringing bad news.
I must talk to you seriously.
And I must talk to Constance too.
Mellors, do you know that there's
rumour of your scandalous behavior?
Nobody has said anything to my
face. I'm learning it from you, Sir.
Rumour has it that women come
to visit you in your cottage.
That's my own business.
There's nothing but talks
concerning your debauchery.
Lady Chatterley's name is even
mixed up in your disgusting stories.
Your own wife is the main
source of such gossip.
I can't sew up her mouth, unfortunately.
Or those of all the
gossips in the village.
Would it be difficult for
you to find some other work?
Nothing would be easier, Sir Clifford.
All right. You'll get 3 months wages.
It's no use. I don't want them.
I'd rather go away without anything.
You're really of a rotten mind, Mellors.
I indeed think that the
sooner you leave the better.
Godfather, what a nice surprise!
It's not a nice surprise.
Leslie has come straight from your home.
- What? Clifford...
- No, Clifford is doing well.
What is it then?
It's difficult to
explain. Leslie, tell her.
My dear child, you know I am
not one for circumlocutions.
I don't know how to use them.
I meddle things up and always
come back to where I started.
I prefer to go straight to the point.
There's gossip that you're the
mistress of your gamekeeper.
That man's wife, one Bertha, started it.
She says that you were seen
together. Well... you can imagine...
A real scandal in the village.
Of course, Clifford received
anonymous letters.
- Did it affect him?
No, he does not believe it at all.
But he wants you to come back
to have those rumors stopped.
But I cannot.
You can't understand.
Explain yourself, damnit.
What? You've got problems?
Yes, godfather.
And they can be solved?
No.
Hilda, you answer me if
your sister won't talk.
Constance has a lover, Leslie.
Ah... Well... Of course!
But what can I do about the
fact that she has a lover?
About my having a lover, nothing,
godfather. But I'm expecting his child.
Is it true? You must tell Clifford.
No, I must tell my child's father.
Are you crazy?
Leslie, her lover is a
man of lowly extraction.
It's true. It's Clifford's gamekeeper.
Yes, godfather.
And I love him.
I first thought that my
body alone had found peace.
But I soon realized that the
intimacy with another human being
allowed two souls to
get to know one another.
That it was the same thing in fact.
The only way to put
an end to loneliness.
Those who have not known
it know nothing at all.
I never understand anything, so
forgive me if I am somewhat blunt
when I tell you that I've understood
one single thing in my wretched life:
a scandal is always a
scandal, whatever one does.
And woe to the one who
causes it. It's in the Bible.
It's old, but it's still valid.
So, my dear girl, you
will go home straight away
and make those horrible gossips
stop by never seeing that man again.
Never!
Where are you going?
To the castle.
Sorry but I can't let
someone in who's not allowed.
Don't you recognize Lady Chatterley?
Sorry, Your Ladyship. I did not
know. I'm the new gamekeeper.
- I've just been given my orders.
- What about the former keeper?
He's leaving this morning, Your
Ladyship. From what I heard.
Thank you.
Put flowers on the table.
It's a special occasion.
Constance!
Constance! Constance!
She is crazy.
I don't understand... What..
Get in, I'll talk to Clifford.
Where is Constance?
Hello, Clifford.
- Where is Constance?
She's coming.
- How is she?
She's just gone for a walk.
She wanted me to talk to you first.
She was embarrassed to tell you...
- What?
You'll find her very
anxious, but in her state,
it's something that must be forgiven.
She will be here soon.
That visit was unnecessary.
If you've come to say goodbye,
it's not worth the trouble.
Oliver... You're leaving?
As you can see.
Why did you do that?
Where I am going to
work, they want no dog.
I could have given him away.
But I killed him.
One loves as one is able to.
Where are you going?
Elsewhere, you need not know more.
I'll be on the 12 o'clock train.
Now, Your Ladyship can go
and ask the new gamekeeper.
He is twenty-five, he is strong.
Your Ladyship will like him.
I'm carrying your child.
Congratulations.
I'll be happy to offer
Sir Clifford that present.
It was what he wished for, wasn't it?
Everything that is born on his
lands belongs to the master.
Little rabbits, little pheasants
as well as little Mellors.
That's the law.
What must I do to make you believe me?
If you don't know yourself
there's nothing to do.
I told you I was ready to leave
everything for you, you threw me out.
I went to Venice instead of
staying and weeping at your door.
I'm expecting your child, and
I'm ready to leave with you
once I've talked to my
husband, I owe that to him.
If you go back to the castle even
once, it's no use coming back.
I have to, Oliver.
I love you, but I'll do what I must do.
I would be a coward if I obeyed you.
You taught me to free myself
from my woman's cowardice.
You'll see if you love me
enough to forget your pride.
All right, put it down here.
Yes, Sir.
I somewhat delayed my answer, Constance.
But there is my answer.
This is the cradle in which I was born.
My father and grandfather
were born in it too.
It's uncomfortable but strong.
Only the lace needs to be remade.
My son won't use it, Clifford.
I love the child's
father. I want my freedom.
I want to keep that child, Constance.
Your attraction to that
man is a passing feeling
that will fade away.
My title and the son who will
inherit it one day, will remain.
No, Clifford.
I want the father and the
child in the one and same life.
I demand that of you.
You will not have them.
When you first returned
in that wheelchair,
I laid my hand on your arm, I smiled
to you, we went inside together.
You felt that I gave you
back a world at peace.
Today, I am the wounded one.
It's your turn to give me that peace.
- I cannot.
All right. You asked for it then.
Oliver Mellors is the
father of my child.
So it was true...
What those horrible
letters said was true then?
Yes, it was true.
Mellors! That rascal! That...
That's whom you chose.
And I trusted you so much.
How lowly you are!
How fond of mud women are!
Send me back to my mud
if you think it's mud.
Give me back to myself, I beg you.
No.
You're nothing but
instinct, darkness, disorder
as all women are.
But I know what I want.
I've wanted that child.
I decided it, forced
it upon you. I made it.
Whatever you do, it belongs to me!
I shall have him raised as I see fit.
I shall tame him too.
I shall take out of him
all he may have inherited
of you and of that other one.
Education makes men.
It will take me 20 years if need be.
But in spite of you, in spite of him,
in spite of the whole world,
I shall make a Chatterley out of him.
No, Clifford. Because
you will never know him.
Mrs. Bolton!
Yes, Sir Clifford?
There's a change of plans.
Lady Chatterley won't
have lunch with us today.
I did what I had to do.
The decision is yours now.
My wife...
with serdar202's help (at kg)
Some hot tea, godfather?
Clifford, you should give
the signal to the hounds now
My dear Hilda, you'd do me a great favour
if you let me conduct my hunt as I see fit.
I only thought it would be best...
- The beast is heading towards the pond, sir.
- Thank you.
I think that a boar will go to
ground at the waterhole soon.
I think so too, but
we'll have a good hunt.
A beautiful hunt.
- What are we waiting for?
- Sir Clifford's signal.
Aren't you staying for the gutting?
- Not me.
Excuse me please.
- What's wrong?
- An accident at the mine, I'm sure.
Go on without me, please.
Excuse me, Lady Chatterley,
I think we're needed.
- Where's your husband?
- I couldn't stop him going down.
It's serious?
One dead and three wounded
until now. There maybe others.
- How did it happen?
- A provisional gallery collapsed.
You know, when prospecting a new vein,
the scaffolding breaks,
this happens sometimes.
Let us in! Why can't we?
I'd told you an accident
was likely to happen.
What could have been done?
Drilling at 600 meters?
They always fail to hit the vein.
I was right, Constance.
We've got the most important
deposit in the area.
- No one wanted to believe me.
- You were right, Sir Clifford
but the workers don't understand
why we take so much risk.
These are their occupational hazards.
It's part of the rules of the games.
I know about that.
The shell that crushed
my legs during the war
was also part of the rules of the game.
Write the families letters of
condolences in the name of the company.
Lady Chatterley will
go and visit the wives.
Pity he didn't kick
the bucket down there.
Tell me, my dear, if I understood well,
that new pit will open in
the middle of your park.
I'll put it where I must.
So, you'll make me earn
lots of money, my boy.
Yes, godfather, we shall be the
strongest company in the group.
I wanted it, I made it, from
the back of my wheelchair,
with my dead legs.
It's true that Constance was there.
Constance, you don't
have to behave heroically
for the rest of your days
because the misfortunes of war
made a hero out of your husband.
You're not listening.
What are you thinking of?
Of nothing. I was dancing.
What were you saying?
That it is a real pity to
see such a beautiful body
have the life of a nun.
I understand that you may feel
great tenderness for Clifford
.. but you miss the essential
part of loving, Constance.
I don't think of it that way.
Non qui respicit Orpheus
You're still good at Latin.
It's a wonderful sentence:
when Orpheus and Eurydice
are both dead at last, he does
not fear losing her any more.
Constance darling,
can you go to the library and
get my copy of Ovid's works?
Leslie and I are lost
in our Latin quotations.
I'll get it.
Follow her, but don't talk so much.
Constance does wonders for you.
You know there's something strange.
When she is away, my legs are cold.
You're following me everywhere.
Constance...
No, Michaelis, please.
Constance...
Listen, Constance...
Won't a man ever...?
- Listen to me, Michaelis.
When Clifford returned from war,
with half of his body in shatters,
I revolted against fate
which was depriving me
of what you call "the
essential part of loving".
So, I listened to a man who talked
to me almost like you do tonight.
It could have been you
if you'd been there.
But I quickly renounced:
I found no pleasure in it
and I don't like cheating.
Now, I'm at peace.
But I find it unpleasant to
be seen as someone to be pitied
or as an obvious victim because
I'm the wife of an invalid.
Now, if you need to kiss
me to satisfy your pride,
go ahead, if you still want to.
No, Constance. Not like that.
You see... it was nothing much.
- You'd better become my sister's lover.
- But I was.
Go to bed, Lewis. You're
quite late. Good night.
Good night, Your
Ladyship. Good night, Sir.
Good night, Lewis.
- Aren't you tired, darling?
- No, not at all.
Your stamina is really extraordinary.
Did you hear what the people said when
we left the mine after the accident?
Yes, I did.
A pity he didn't die kick
the bucket down in the pit.
They all want me to die, they
think of nothing but my death.
If I died, they would be
able to take back the mine.
If only I had son.
I have always regretted not
having had a child by you.
We were blessed with
everything but that.
Ours was a beautiful love.
From that first day when
we moved towards each other,
smiling, without knowing each other
until that grey morning of the war
when I came back on that
little motor vehicle.
You put your hand on my arm
without saying anything.
Everything was impossible that day
but you made it all possible
when you put your hand on me.
Have I thanked you enough, Constance?
Darling...
Sometimes I wonder
if it would not be good
for you to have a child
by another man.
I've hurt your feelings, my
love. I've made you suffer.
No, I... I'm surprised.
But you do understand, don't you?
- Yes, I do.
- Of course,
that thing is possible only
among very sophisticated people
as we are.
Nothing would be changed in
our love. On the contrary.
I don't know, I'm incapable
of imagining such a thing.
I'll sleep now.
Good night, my dear.
Good night.
Won't you kiss me?
I will.
Think it over.
You'll see that I'm right.
When do you think we
can start the works?
Approximately in a month. The
experts will start surveying tomorrow.
Your new gamekeeper is a
difficult man, you know.
Warn him about them
or he might shoot them.
I've thought of it.
Lady Chatterley will be going for a ride
this morning. She'll drop by and tell him.
Excuse me that I'm not
properly dressed, Your Ladyship.
It doesn't matter.
I've been asked to tell you that
the engineers will work in the park.
All right, Your Ladyship.
I'll let them through.
There's a thunderstorm coming.
It's going to pour.
Would you like to come inside?
No, thank you. I'll
have time to go back.
Your stirrups are too
short, Your Ladyship.
Thanks.
You were right.
I knew it. I'm from this
county. I know the weather.
Don't go into any trouble, please.
Flash, down!
- Let her. I love dogs.
- You'll get dirty.
Flash, down!
What are you doing?
I'm preparing nests for the hens,
they will hatch the pheasants' eggs.
Why in the sand?
Pheasant hens make
their nest in the ground.
Sand replaces the...
The rain has stopped, Your Ladyship.
Can I stay here a while or do you mind?
Your Ladyship does not have to
ask permission, this is her cabin.
Do I have your permission to
come here from time to time?
I work here, Your Ladyship.
I don't mind that, you know.
Sir Clifford wants me to raise pheasants
but I can do that elsewhere
if Your Ladyship needs
this cabin for her pleasure.
No, don't move. I don't
need this cabin at all.
I said that...
You want me to help you?
Yes, please.
Let me see.
- Does it hurt there?
- Yes, very much.
You must have broken
or dislocated something.
Probably the humerus.
You'll need a plaster cast.
How do you know? You're
a medical expert too?
I was a soldier. I learned a lot at war.
Loneliness too.
I'll help you mount your
horse and I'll take you home.
Come on! Come on!
Was it your mare's fault?
No, mine. I hesitated
when facing the obstacle.
Well, my dear, we're both disabled.
You were lucky the gamekeeper was there.
I did not know him.
When did you hire him?
Three months ago. He replaced Smith.
His father was a blacksmith at the mine.
He used to be a miner too.
Yes... He became an
officer during the war.
The result: he is now
downgraded in class.
But good gamekeepers are hard to find.
His only flaw is his wife. A big flaw!
Yes I know.
They separated. He lives on his own.
And she lives in the village.
You must get it x-rayed.
but I'm almost quite sure the
humerus is broken, Your Ladyship.
I'm sorry, Clifford. Who
will take care of your legs?
Are you finished soon, Mrs. Bolton?
Almost, Sir Clifford.
We're finished?
How impatient we are. Done!
I'm not as fast as Lady Chatterley.
Yes you are. And I must
say you do it even better.
I'm not Lady Chatterley. Nothing
can replace a wife's hand.
You take very good
care of me, Mrs. Bolton.
It will still be much more pleasant
when Lady Chatterley
takes charge of you again.
The doctor is here. Her
cast is being taken off.
- No pain? No hindrance?
- Hardly.
So I can go? My sister
does not need me any more?
Not any more. In a few
days, it'll be a bad memory.
You won't break it again in the
same place: that one is too solid.
- Goodbye, Lady Chatterley.
- Thank you, Doctor.
- What about my luggage?
- It's taken care of.
Funny! My arm feels very light.
The breaking of your arm proved
that your husband can do without you.
- You think so?
- Indeed.
Do me the favour and keep mother Bolton.
That woman is so happy!
And your slavery will be over.
And you must get rid of
that cardboad expression.
As soon as I go back to
my normal life, my walks...
But you don't lead a normal life.
You don't need walks, really not.
And what should I do?
What everybody does, take a lover.
Listen to me, Hilda. I'm
happy, I love Clifford.
My life is simple.
In the morning, I ask:
"Did he sleep well?"
I go up to his room, wash him.
If the weather is nice,
I take him to the garden...
Then what?
After lunch, he takes a nap,
Then it's tea time and he reads to me.
Then what?
Then we get dressed for dinner.
After dinner, we play chess and we talk.
After dinner comes the night.
There are not only nights.
No, but they're as numerous as days.
I know nothing sadder than
the tale of your happiness.
Next summer, I'll take you to Venice
whether Clifford likes it or not.
He won't agree.
I'll have a word with my dear
brother-in-law before I leave.
Clifford, it's been years since
Constance has been away from here.
I insist to take her
to Venice next summer.
Don't get so excited,
Hilda, it's no use.
I agree with you:
Constance needs holidays.
She will go to Venice with you.
But Clifford, how will
you manage without me?
I'll long for you,
and I'll wait for you.
Mrs. Bolton will take care of him.
She's learned a lot about my habits now.
You intend to keep Mrs. Bolton?
It was so tedious for you, Constance.
Goodbye, Hilda. Have a safe
trip home. And thank you.
Good bye, Clifford.
Accompany me to the end of the park.
I found it very touching that you consented
to that Venice trip. It will do me good.
I'm quite sure of that.
Come with us, the mine can
do without you for a month.
It can indeed but it will be
better for you to go alone.
I'll only be a bother to you.
A bother? But why on earth?
Because of what we talked about
before you had your accident.
Before my accident?
That trip might offer
you the opportunity
to have that child we both wish.
Clifford, I sometimes
wonder if you love me.
Isn't this the most beautiful
proof of love I could give you?
Wishing for a child you bore?
Born of me and of another man.
I know you, Constance,
you're incapable of
choosing an unsuitable man.
- So you coldly think...
- It's a simple formality.
Excuse me, I mean...
A sacrifice on your part.
But...
since we both have wished for it,
it would almost be as if we
both had conceived that child.
I wanted a child so much.
When you returned
from the war, Clifford,
I cried as if our child were dead.
It can't be born any more.
But the important thing
is not the making of the child.
That act itself must not be
given too much importance.
The important thing is raising it.
Give me a son
from any sound and intelligent man,
I'll make a Chatterley out of
him, capable of succeeding me.
But nobody will believe...
that I got well again? You
don't think I can get well again?
Some men, probably less seriously
wounded than I, have been healed.
The doctor will confirm
that I'm well again.
That child will be mine.
But after all, Clifford...
the man who will be the father,
he'll approach me, I mean...
That lover you had
when you were studying abroad,
before we got married...
I did not love you then.
- Do you still think about him often?
- No.
The purely sexual relations,
if you don't exaggerate
them by literature,
is nothing more than the
copulating of two birds.
The mind does enter it.
My mind, in any case, is
determined not to remember it.
Fate has made me unfit for battle.
but I am determined to
defy fate and vanquish it.
Think, Constance,
love is the life we have.
It is our constant
understanding, our common habits.
Don't think only of the base things.
Isn't it base to make
a child without love?
The Carradine son is getting married.
- To whom?
- I'll tell you...
"We're pleased to announce
the engagement... "
With Lady Barbara Mardell, only
daughter of the late Lord Mardell.
That small blonde girl who
was at the hunting party?
Looks like it.
Anyway, she is marrying into good money.
It's not as bad as it usually is.
For a change, I've added a
few drops of orange blossoms.
You're really attentive, Mrs. Bolton.
You do everything in
your power to please me.
Why stay inside with such weather?
Some fresh air would do you good.
You don't look too well today.
- You want to go outside, Clifford?
- No, thank you. I feel comfortable here.
Don't you want to breathe something
else than this sulfur smell?
I don't mind. That's my oxygen.
You just go along, don't mind me.
Good morning, Your Ladyship.
What are you doing?
I'm collecting ant eggs.
- What for?
- To feed the pheasant chicks.
- You want to have a look at them?
- If you like.
Seeing all those trees cut
down makes me feel really bad.
I feel the same, but it's necessary.
Necessary? Why? To earn more money!
Come on... Nothing to cry about.
You have good hands.
So have you.
Come... I'll walk with
you part of the way.
You're sorry?
No. Are you?
Sorry about a thing like this? No.
But there's the other side of it.
Which other side?
- You see, you're sorry.
- In a way, yes.
I thought I was through with all
that. And here am I at it again.
At what?
Life.
There's no way to avoid it. If you
avoid it, you may as well be dead.
Do you despise me now?
No, I don't despise you.
If only there weren't so many
other people in the world.
I'd better not walk
with you any further.
Good evening.
Do you want me to come again?
Of course I do.
But it's up to you.
The Countess of Crossmore gave
birth to a son on Saturday in London.
Lady Margaret Crawley gave birth...
Aren't you interested?
Yes, Clifford. I'm listening.
Ah, here comes accuracy herself.
Excuse me. I need some rest.
Aren't you feeling
well, Lady Chatterley?
Just tired, it's nothing.
You will eventually make me
like those potions, Mrs. Bolton.
That would be a great
success, Sir Clifford.
I have a headache. I'll
go out for some fresh air.
Won't people talk if you
come here every evening?
No one knows.
- They soon will.
- Why?
They always do.
And what will you do when it gets
known? Have you thought about it?
One of your husband's servants.
There's nothing I can do about it.
You could stop coming here.
- I don't want to.
- Think about it.
What will you do if people know?
- Well... I could leave.
- Where to?
- I don't know. Anywhere.
- You know where that is?
You're the Lady Chatterley.
I'm a gamekeeper.
If I were a gentleman,
it would be different.
So... you don't want to any more?
We must think things
over before it's too late.
You fear for yourself.
Yes. Yes, I'm afraid.
I think things over.
I'm afraid of things, of people.
I don't care about what people think.
You say so.
You say so because you can only think
of one thing: going into the cabin.
The rest doesn't matter.
Come.
But you're naked.
You're naked under your
dress. And you didn't tell me.
What's wrong?
It's gives me a strange feeling that you're calling me "tu". ("tu
- you" instead of the polite "vous")
You want only my hand to
take liberties with you.
Come.
You're cold?
No, I'm not.
I must go.
- What's the matter with you?
- I can't love you.
You can't? Well, don't worry about it.
I want to love you, but
I cannot. It's too horrid.
My darling...
You're still a young girl.
Today, you were not there,
you were very far away from me
while I made love to you.
It happens, you know. No need
to make a drama out of it.
The life of a man and a woman is made
of days following other days, patiently.
Love is humble.
And arduous. And patient.
Actually, it is not for the rich.
There has been a today,
there will be a tomorrow.
Tomorrow we may be closer to each one.
If I can't love you,
then it's too horrid.
Don't think!
If you think, you frustrate the
part of you that wants to love me.
Our hands know each other.
Let them have their way.
Today, you suddenly became a stranger
to me because I called you "tu".
Do you think I didn't notice?
You let me caress you,
but you were already back in your house.
Among your servants and your guests,
shocked because I said "tu".
Wait.
You smell nice.
Next time, come to the cottage.
I'd rather be hanged for
a sheep than for a lamb.
- I'm late. I must go.
- It's only 7:30, it's not late.
I'm in a real hurry.
Good evening, Your Ladyship.
Why did you say that?
For no reason. Good evening.
I was wondering if you'd lost your way.
- Sir Clifford did not ask for me?
- The dinner gong hasn't been sounded.
Delay dinner for a quarter of an hour.
Constance, we're waiting
for you to serve tea.
Ask Mrs. Bolton to do it, I'm going up.
But Mrs. Bolton can't take the
part of mistress of this house.
Tea is not a religious ceremony!
What if I don't serve tea?
Come on, Constance!
Forgive me, darling,
I feel very tired. I don't know why.
I'd like to spend some
time away from here.
Let's go to Venice.
What fancy notion. But you'll
go with Hilda in a month.
A month, that's to far away.
Let's go now, both of us.
Both of us? What a strange idea!
My dear Constance, you're feeling
that way because you've nothing to do.
- No. You don't understand.
- Let me speak.
For a fortnight, you've
done nothing except riding.
You've even stopped taking
your walks in the forest.
You should get interested in something.
I know you're not
interested in the mine.
- Clifford, please...
- What?
Clifford.
What is it?
Nothing.
It seems I shall have to pour tea.
She's been very anxious these last days.
She has excuses. She has good excuses.
Excuses are not good reasons.
Constance knows that good
education consists in not
making life horrible for
others, excuses or no excuses.
I myself could have
what you'd call excuses.
Your Ladyship, my husband
died twelve years ago.
What has your life been like since?
It's been like this: living for others.
You didn't try to replace him?
No. It would have been meaningless.
What I've known with my
husband couldn't be replaced.
He was killed at the mine?
In this country, it's always
the mine which takes them.
The firedamp explosion or
that disease coming from it.
But this takes longer.
Were you happy with him?
Like any woman with her man
when they are a good match.
Almost as strong as the she-wolf and
her mate. With their cub between them.
But children grow up and they leave us.
Whereas a man and a woman...
It must have been horrible for you.
At first, I would say
to myself foolishly:
"My only one, why did you leave me?"
I would wake up
and think:
"Why isn't he in the bed, near me?"
It took me years to understand
that he'd never come back,
that I'd never feel the
warmth of his body again.
The warmth of his body...
Yes, that's right, his warmth...
I know, if there's a Heaven, he'll
be there and he'll lie against me
so that I can fall asleep.
Otherwise, there won't be any Heaven.
It's as beautiful as that?
You think that... warmth can last?
But, Your Ladyship, what
else is there to last?
The trees here shouldn't be felled.
- You shouldn't fell trees here!
- Those are the orders.
How beautiful it is.
Yet you cut them down.
I know that forest was beautiful.
I knew it before you did.
As a little boy, I fed on that forest.
It was my forest.
I assure you I used to run in it
before being wheeled
around like... a wreck.
But the wreck can make decisions
even from his wheelchair.
We'll cut everything down.
But the steel forest that
will rise here around the pit
will be more beautiful still.
To have more money.
You know that's not the reason.
It will make us stronger.
Do you need to be strong,
sitting in that chair?
For the first time, Constance,
I'm ashamed of it in front of you.
Leave me alone, please.
I'll carry on on my own.
Hey! There!
Mellors, come here!
Why don't you come and help
me instead of watching me.
Well, Mellors!
Hurry up when you're summoned.
- Clifford, you're horrible.
- Because I tell him to hurry?
I pay him 30.000 francs a month and
give him a house too for his services.
I were in his place, I'd
tell you to keep it all.
He'd love to, but it's
a luxury he can't afford.
Get me out of here, Mellors.
I think the engine is broken,
you'll have to push me.
You're ridiculous, Constance.
Mellors can do this on his own.
This is ridiculous.
Ridiculous.
You told me to come to the cottage.
Here I am!
I escaped. I'll be back in
the morning before he wakes up.
You came.
I'd rather be hanged for
a sheep than for a lamb.
You're having dinner this late?
Yes, I always have dinner
after my evening round.
- Would you like a cup of tea?
- Yes, and I'll make it myself.
Shall I take this away?
If you want to. Tea's on
the mantelpiece over there.
You walk about in this house
as if you'd been my wife forever.
When you met me three weeks
ago, you wanted to slap my face,
and tonight, you left
your house to come to me.
And I walked through the woods.
How brave of you!
You find it amusing to serve me?
No, I find it natural.
So do I.
Is that you?
Yes.
That photograph was taken
just before I was married.
When I was 21.
Do you love it?
- What?
- That portrait.
I've never liked it, but she
fixed it all up to have it done.
She wanted a big picture
like a movie star.
- Why did you keep it hanging there?
- I don't know.
I never look at it. I
didn't remember about it.
- Why don't you burn it?
- You're right.
Shows me for what I was: a young curate.
And her for what she was: a
bully. "The prig and the bully".
- One should never keep those things.
- One shouldn't have them made.
- Did you love your wife?
- Love? Do you love Sir Clifford?
- But you used to care for her?
- Care for her?
When I think of her, it makes me sick.
Why don't you ask for a divorce?
I hate those things,
judges and law-courts.
So, one day, she will come to you
and you'll have to take her back.
Never.
Why did you marry her?
She wasn't your equal.
Mrs. Bolton could never
understand why you married her.
I was very young at the time, I
had just left my first mistress.
A stuck-up girl who
thought love was disgusting,
one of those who want the
great love up in the clouds.
Then Bertha came along.
And it was a big change.
She did not push me back.
On the contrary.
Even as firewood, it's no good.
- Why didn't your happiness last?
- I'll tell you.
There are two kinds of women.
Those who want a man so
they can say they have one,
just like they want an electric
cooker or a vacuum-cleaner,
but who don't want his body.
They put up with it but they
think of it as necessary evil.
They remain lying there like logs.
It bothers them a bit,
but they don't care.
And then...
there are those who
want to know everything.
Each caress, each sensation.
Those who need just a toy, nothing more.
They don't want a man, they
want a toy for their pleasure.
And between the two, there may be
the real women who are able to share.
Maybe.
A woman who knows
that when a man and a
woman are making love,
if both their hearts are
warm at the same time,
it's the most honest,
the proudest thing on earth.
If their hearts are
warm at the same time.
The trouble is...
I don't know if such a woman exists.
I've never known what it
means to believe in a woman.
What do you believe in then?
I don't know.
In nothing, as every
man I have known so far.
I believe in nothing because
you believe in nothing.
All of you want is a sensual adventure
or a romance, like in the magazines.
But you won't give anything true.
Nothing of yourselves. Never.
I think you'd better leave.
- But I must wait until morning.
- You'll sleep upstairs then.
- I'll sleep downstairs.
- No.
Then I'll leave.
But what's come between us?
My darling...
Let's never quarrel,
let's never leave each one.
We have nothing but
each other in this world.
Just the two of us in this world.
If I had been told...
I'd have died of shame.
Now, it's shame which is dead.
I watched you while you were sleeping.
You looked like a wild animal
lost in the forest of sleep.
Would it make you happy
if I had your child?
The wolf, his mate and their cub.
It would be a real child.
Soon, I'd want to come here
and live with you forever.
Here or elsewhere.
- You think they'll allow it?
- I will allow it.
Listen, Cinderella.
Is it daytime, Mrs. Bolton?
Yes, Sir Clifford, it's daytime.
It's your turn to play, Sir Clifford.
Is it?
I tried to phone. I shall be
leaving earlier for Venice.
It's a surprise, Mrs. Reed.
I'll tell Sir Clifford.
Is it always raining here?
Only have the small suitcase
brought down. I'm leaving tomorrow.
Very well.
You didn't catch me. I could
have stayed in the rain longer.
It was wonderful. You
were laughing madly.
When I was a child, I often felt
like running naked in the rain.
I never dared do it. It seemed indecent.
What about tonight?
Oh, no. Tonight I was happy.
Because you taught me not to be ashamed.
Tonight, I was happy, I was strong.
I did not teach you.
You've understood that
your body was the same
as when you were a child, as innocent.
You were taught not to say its name
but your body is still your
friend, like it used to be.
Your belly... You felt shame
the first time I said its name.
Yet it is called an iris, an iris,
and among all the flowers God made
to wait humbly for pollen, it
is as innocent as the others.
Only pleasure has been confused
with sin for such a long time.
It's not true.
Pleasure is tender and strong.
When it is tender, it is pure.
You are strong too, and you are tender.
And that's why I love you.
What shall I do all day
long tomorrow without you?
You'll knit at home.
You'll think of poor Mellors
buying grain at the market.
- What on earth is she doing?
- Why such frenzy?
She must have taken
shelter from the rain.
Mrs. Bolton will find her eventually.
You know, for some time
I've found Constance strange.
I'm glad you're leaving for
your trip to Venice earlier.
We'll leave tomorrow morning,
I must be there on the 24th.
For once, we agree: she
really needs a vacation.
Oh, Mr. Mellors, you
took Her Ladyship home.
We were worried. We thought
she'd had an accident.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Do you know what time it is?
Hilda!
Where were you? What
have you been doing?
I was taken unawares by the storm.
I took shelter in the gamekeeper's
cabin. I even made a fire.
What a surprise!
- You look well.
- You should have told me.
Constance,
your hair is wet but your
dress is dry. Why is that so?
- I ran naked in the rain.
- Naked in the rain...
Hilda, you see... She's gone mad.
I am not mad. I dried myself
near the fire with a towel.
A towel? Whose was it?
The gamekeeper's? Where
was he all that time?
- Who?
- The gamekeeper.
He was not there.
What if he'd surprised
you while you were drying?
He would have died of
fright and run away.
She's got answers for
everything, Clifford.
I've advanced my trip to
Venice, we'll leave tomorrow.
But we were to leave
at the end of the month.
Is something keeping you
from leaving tomorrow?
No... nothing.
Dinner's ready and
you're not even dressed!
I won't go with you, Hilda. Too
bad, I shall never know Venice.
Why?
Because I have a lover. You
suspected it, didn't you?
All the more reason to come. It'll
do your lover good to leave you.
My lover is not of that kind.
I have never told him I
planned to go on a trip.
You'll tell him tomorrow.
He isn't here tomorrow.
He is at the Isling fair.
- At the Isling Fair?
- Yes, to buy some grain.
Because my lover is a gamekeeper.
A gamekeeper?
Yes, he is even my husband's gamekeeper.
Exciting, isn't it? Just
like in a French stage play.
- You've become crazy.
- I have not. Why?
You've told me yourself
to cheat on Clifford.
I advised you to take a
lover, but not a gamekeeper.
I assure you I did not expect that.
Neither did I, you know.
Let's go back, Mrs. Bolton.
My legs are cold.
- Turn left.
- So you haven't changed your mind after 24 hours of thinking it over?
I won't leave without telling him.
You're leaving at 8 p. m. and
you're not sure he'll be back.
Don't be angry.
Turn left and take the
second road into the forest.
- You're not alone.
- I'm with my sister. I'll explain. Come!
My sister Hilda, Mr. Mellors.
Won't you get out and come
with us to the cottage?
No, I'll pick you up on the main
road at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning.
I'll explain to you presently. You
really don't want to get out of the car?
I don't think it's necessary.
Is the game really worth the candle?
What game? What candle?
That escapade with my sister.
- You must ask her.
- Don't squabble, Hilda!
I don't want to squabble. But it is necessary
to keep some continuity in one's life.
One can't always be silly.
What do you mean by your continuity?
You're going to get a divorce,
aren't you? What continuity is there?
That of your stubbornness maybe.
How dare you speak to me like that?
What right have you to annoy
people with your continuity?
My poor boy, you think
that I care about you?
Yes I do.
- You are more or less my sister-in-law.
- We haven gotten that far yet.
Don't keep me waiting tomorrow morning.
We'll have to catch up on this lost night.
- Why were you so disagreable to my sister?
- That girl deserves to be slapped.
- Why did you come with your sister?
- We're going on a trip together in her car.
She's spending the night in a
hotel, we're driving off tomorrow.
- Where are you going?
- Very far. To Italy.
For long?
One month, at least.
Look at me. You knew about
it the day before yesterday?
No.
Why did you decide to go in such a
hurry, so far away and for so long?
- I'll stay, if you want me to.
- I'm not asking you to stay.
Why did you decide to go?
That trip has been
planned for some time,
a long time before we...
Since then, I had
thought I could not leave
but my sister came yesterday to
take me away, without telling me.
as we'd planned.
When I told her I wouldn't
leave with her, but...
When she learnt who your lover was,
she convinced you it was best to go.
If only to clear things up between us.
Those were her exact words,
weren't they? Don't lie.
Yes.
She also told you that
if you refused to go,
your husband would grow suspicious.
And you shouldn't give cause
for suspicions to one's husband.
And maybe that it would do me good too,
you'd show me that you could do without me.
She must have said this too.
Keep me with you, darling.
I had told you that
the others would eventually
try to separate us.
It's hard to have courage.
The truth is beautiful,
but it has a cutting edge.
Not everyone dares take it bare-handed.
A little lady, that's all
you are. Like the others.
You don't understand. You can't.
It's not the only reason,
there's another one.
- Which one?
- My husband wants me to go.
I must go to Venice.
He wishes me to have some
sort of an affair in Venice
so that I could meet someone
and come back with his child.
He wants a heir for the mine.
But I want a son from no one but you.
This is absolutely horrible!
So that's the reason why you came to me?
To give a new master
to that bloody mine.
How can you believe that?
Everything is pretty clear now.
We were about to sing
that "You and me" old tune.
Anywhere, at the end of
the world, you and me.
but it meant you in your house
and me deep in the forest.
You and your rich woman's
perfume, me smelling of sweat
You say all this
nonsense only to hurt me.
And...
And if that love had borne a fruit,
if there had been an accident,
everything would have been all right,
since Sir Clifford wanted a child.
But I did love you like a
real man loves a real woman
for better and worse,
as the curate says,
for bed, but also for meals
together, for all that can be shared.
A woman on whom I can put
my hand in the evening.
But what I had to give,
you'll probably never know.
But it was much more
than your husband's house.
For it was myself I was
going to give to you.
Go to your sister tonight, don't wait.
And have a nice holiday
in Venice, Milady.
I don't want to go! This
trip does mean anything to me.
I don't want to go.
I want you to go now.
I'm throwing you out.
- I didn't say "Look" to you?
- Yes, you said it.
- I didn't say "there"?
- Yes, you said "there".
But I didn't say where
I'd seen that slut before.
Get to the end! We don't
care if it's there or where.
She was coming out of his house?
- Quite right, pal. Out of Mellors's.
- She was running on the road?
She was blubbering.
She was rushing away on her high
heels like crazy. In the rain.
Hear that, Bertha. I thought your man
of the woods didn't care about the thing.
Think so? With him, it never stopped!
He found quite a replacement! A
Lady, who would have thought so?
Give me more of the same.
All the same, do that to a cripple!
You're not going to defend
him? He's cuckolded by a worker.
He was wounded in the war.
Do you think we would have wept
over him if he'd been killed?
- You're being cheated too, Bertha.
- You must do something.
I'll make him pay if it's true.
- What the hell are you doing here?
- Not so fast, pal.
Is it here that Lady
Chatterley has her fun?
- I forbid you!
- You can't forbid anything.
How could you? Is it not the truth?
She's even bringing her books.
"Constance Chatterley", it says.
So, that's what you do in bed? Reading?
You're silly. I had come
with good intentions.
It would have been fun,
making love to a man
who has sex with a Lady.
What is it?
The whole village knows,
you were seen together.
Shut up or you'll see...
You could give me money to shut up.
I wouldn't shut up.
You bastard! I'll make you pay!
I'll have my revenge, hear me?
- What happened to you?
- He beat me up.
The bastard, the brute!
I ran away, he would
have torn me to pieces.
Shouldn't have rubbed
him up the wrong way.
What's the use?
Hitting me won't keep
me from speaking up.
I'll have my revenge. The
whole village will know.
Not the village! It's useless.
The husband must be told.
What d'you mean?
We should write a letter to
him. Unsigned. I will write it.
I'll write it up.
It's my specialty.
- Ren, stop!
Don't be cross.
You can see that it's
me and no one else.
Yes.
With me, you're happy like a girl
who's always had what she needed, true?
Yes.
But now, you've got that look...
What else is on your mind?
I dunno, that's all.
What, bitch? Damned slut!
What else d'you need?
Not what you think.
You can't understand.
Feelings... I'll be damned!
Feelings! You damn fool!
You see... it makes my
whole body warm. I like it.
They say it should
make the heart warm too.
They say?
No. Mellors says so.
Shut up or I won't write your letter.
Leslie, what a nice surprise!
- Hello.
- Hello. The valet didn't get your name.
- When did you get here?
- Not long ago.
You will stay a little while with
us, I hope. It's wonderful here.
Where is Constance?
- Constance?
I don't know. Probably walking around.
I don't understand her: everyone has
fun, except her. She's always alone.
She is walking in the
town looking at old walls.
My dear Hilda, I'm bringing bad news.
I must talk to you seriously.
And I must talk to Constance too.
Mellors, do you know that there's
rumour of your scandalous behavior?
Nobody has said anything to my
face. I'm learning it from you, Sir.
Rumour has it that women come
to visit you in your cottage.
That's my own business.
There's nothing but talks
concerning your debauchery.
Lady Chatterley's name is even
mixed up in your disgusting stories.
Your own wife is the main
source of such gossip.
I can't sew up her mouth, unfortunately.
Or those of all the
gossips in the village.
Would it be difficult for
you to find some other work?
Nothing would be easier, Sir Clifford.
All right. You'll get 3 months wages.
It's no use. I don't want them.
I'd rather go away without anything.
You're really of a rotten mind, Mellors.
I indeed think that the
sooner you leave the better.
Godfather, what a nice surprise!
It's not a nice surprise.
Leslie has come straight from your home.
- What? Clifford...
- No, Clifford is doing well.
What is it then?
It's difficult to
explain. Leslie, tell her.
My dear child, you know I am
not one for circumlocutions.
I don't know how to use them.
I meddle things up and always
come back to where I started.
I prefer to go straight to the point.
There's gossip that you're the
mistress of your gamekeeper.
That man's wife, one Bertha, started it.
She says that you were seen
together. Well... you can imagine...
A real scandal in the village.
Of course, Clifford received
anonymous letters.
- Did it affect him?
No, he does not believe it at all.
But he wants you to come back
to have those rumors stopped.
But I cannot.
You can't understand.
Explain yourself, damnit.
What? You've got problems?
Yes, godfather.
And they can be solved?
No.
Hilda, you answer me if
your sister won't talk.
Constance has a lover, Leslie.
Ah... Well... Of course!
But what can I do about the
fact that she has a lover?
About my having a lover, nothing,
godfather. But I'm expecting his child.
Is it true? You must tell Clifford.
No, I must tell my child's father.
Are you crazy?
Leslie, her lover is a
man of lowly extraction.
It's true. It's Clifford's gamekeeper.
Yes, godfather.
And I love him.
I first thought that my
body alone had found peace.
But I soon realized that the
intimacy with another human being
allowed two souls to
get to know one another.
That it was the same thing in fact.
The only way to put
an end to loneliness.
Those who have not known
it know nothing at all.
I never understand anything, so
forgive me if I am somewhat blunt
when I tell you that I've understood
one single thing in my wretched life:
a scandal is always a
scandal, whatever one does.
And woe to the one who
causes it. It's in the Bible.
It's old, but it's still valid.
So, my dear girl, you
will go home straight away
and make those horrible gossips
stop by never seeing that man again.
Never!
Where are you going?
To the castle.
Sorry but I can't let
someone in who's not allowed.
Don't you recognize Lady Chatterley?
Sorry, Your Ladyship. I did not
know. I'm the new gamekeeper.
- I've just been given my orders.
- What about the former keeper?
He's leaving this morning, Your
Ladyship. From what I heard.
Thank you.
Put flowers on the table.
It's a special occasion.
Constance!
Constance! Constance!
She is crazy.
I don't understand... What..
Get in, I'll talk to Clifford.
Where is Constance?
Hello, Clifford.
- Where is Constance?
She's coming.
- How is she?
She's just gone for a walk.
She wanted me to talk to you first.
She was embarrassed to tell you...
- What?
You'll find her very
anxious, but in her state,
it's something that must be forgiven.
She will be here soon.
That visit was unnecessary.
If you've come to say goodbye,
it's not worth the trouble.
Oliver... You're leaving?
As you can see.
Why did you do that?
Where I am going to
work, they want no dog.
I could have given him away.
But I killed him.
One loves as one is able to.
Where are you going?
Elsewhere, you need not know more.
I'll be on the 12 o'clock train.
Now, Your Ladyship can go
and ask the new gamekeeper.
He is twenty-five, he is strong.
Your Ladyship will like him.
I'm carrying your child.
Congratulations.
I'll be happy to offer
Sir Clifford that present.
It was what he wished for, wasn't it?
Everything that is born on his
lands belongs to the master.
Little rabbits, little pheasants
as well as little Mellors.
That's the law.
What must I do to make you believe me?
If you don't know yourself
there's nothing to do.
I told you I was ready to leave
everything for you, you threw me out.
I went to Venice instead of
staying and weeping at your door.
I'm expecting your child, and
I'm ready to leave with you
once I've talked to my
husband, I owe that to him.
If you go back to the castle even
once, it's no use coming back.
I have to, Oliver.
I love you, but I'll do what I must do.
I would be a coward if I obeyed you.
You taught me to free myself
from my woman's cowardice.
You'll see if you love me
enough to forget your pride.
All right, put it down here.
Yes, Sir.
I somewhat delayed my answer, Constance.
But there is my answer.
This is the cradle in which I was born.
My father and grandfather
were born in it too.
It's uncomfortable but strong.
Only the lace needs to be remade.
My son won't use it, Clifford.
I love the child's
father. I want my freedom.
I want to keep that child, Constance.
Your attraction to that
man is a passing feeling
that will fade away.
My title and the son who will
inherit it one day, will remain.
No, Clifford.
I want the father and the
child in the one and same life.
I demand that of you.
You will not have them.
When you first returned
in that wheelchair,
I laid my hand on your arm, I smiled
to you, we went inside together.
You felt that I gave you
back a world at peace.
Today, I am the wounded one.
It's your turn to give me that peace.
- I cannot.
All right. You asked for it then.
Oliver Mellors is the
father of my child.
So it was true...
What those horrible
letters said was true then?
Yes, it was true.
Mellors! That rascal! That...
That's whom you chose.
And I trusted you so much.
How lowly you are!
How fond of mud women are!
Send me back to my mud
if you think it's mud.
Give me back to myself, I beg you.
No.
You're nothing but
instinct, darkness, disorder
as all women are.
But I know what I want.
I've wanted that child.
I decided it, forced
it upon you. I made it.
Whatever you do, it belongs to me!
I shall have him raised as I see fit.
I shall tame him too.
I shall take out of him
all he may have inherited
of you and of that other one.
Education makes men.
It will take me 20 years if need be.
But in spite of you, in spite of him,
in spite of the whole world,
I shall make a Chatterley out of him.
No, Clifford. Because
you will never know him.
Mrs. Bolton!
Yes, Sir Clifford?
There's a change of plans.
Lady Chatterley won't
have lunch with us today.
I did what I had to do.
The decision is yours now.
My wife...
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