Lady Chatterley's Lover (2015) Movie Script
Run! Run!
Run!
All right, girl,
there you are, there you are, girl.
Come on! Come on!
Get 'em up! Come on!
Right, haul it up!
Get them out! Come on!
Hold on, Harry.
Ted! Ted?
Ted, it's Oliver Mellors.
We're going to get you to hospital,
Harry. Let's go! Go!
Ted Bolton's in a bad way and
Harry Dale's leg's a right state.
Hurry up, lads! Come on.
Ted.
Hey, Ted.
Ted, wake up, son.
You keep your nose out, Mellors.
I'll handle this.
There you go.
You daft thing... what am I to do now?
You daft thing.
Come on.
Well done.
Right, go on, off you go.
Take it away.
Come in now. Come on.
Dance with us, Connie.
Connie?
Champagne, madam?
How are you enjoying the evening?
Everyone seems
so desperate to appear joyful,
one senses only their despair.
Are you always so forthright?
Always. Perhaps I shouldn't be.
On the contrary, it's refreshing.
I haven't seen you at Wragby before.
No, it's my first time.
I am up from town with my sister
and our dear friend.
I... But...
But are you enjoying the evening?
I am now.
But, really, someone should do
something about this awful din.
Not on my account.
What will the Chatterleys think?
Clifford Chatterley.
Constance Reid.
Sorry, Duncan.
In the presence of God, Father,
Son and Holy Spirit,
we have come together to witness the
marriage of Clifford and Constance...
...to pray for God's blessing
on them,
to share their joy
and to celebrate their love.
I, Clifford Herbert Chatterley,
take thee,
Constance Frieda Stewart Reid,
to my wedded wife...
'..to have and to hold
from this day forward.'
Keeping moving!
'For better, for worse,
for richer for poorer, in sickness
'and in health, to love and
to cherish till death us do part.'
I, Constance Frieda Stewart Reid,
take thee,
Clifford Herbert Chatterley,
to my wedded husband...
'..to have and to hold from this day
forward, for better, for worse,
'for richer, for poorer,
in sickness and in health.'
'To love, cherish and to obey,
till death us do part...
'..according to God's holy ordinance
and thereto I give thee my troth.'
Advance!
Aggh!
Advance! Advance!
Welcome home, darling.
Thank you, darling.
Welcome home, Sir Clifford.
Hop to it, lads. Yes, sir.
That's it.
We've got you. Right, Charles.
Thanks.
What a wonderful effort
you've all made.
Thank you. Thank you.
Naturally, we'll engage the best
doctor in the land.
I am told there's a first-rate
fellow on Harley Street.
Oh. He'll operate?
He manages incurables.
Oh.
Clifford.
But you look so well.
I'm, er... I'm very tired.
Perhaps you could ask Mrs Betts
to turn down my bed.
We'll talk later this evening. Yes.
Yes, of course.
Sir Clifford needs time, My Lady.
Yes.
Mmm.
No! I release you from any
obligation towards me. No! No! No!
No! Help! No! Quickly, help! Aggh!
Fetch help, quick.
Leave us! Leave us!
My poor darling, my poor darling.
You'll always have me.
You will always have me.
Out of pity.
Out of love.
"My darling Bertha...
"..words cannot describe my joy that
I shall live to see you again."
Thank heaven, I thought
the rain would never stop.
Yes, milady
Steady.
Sir Clifford will see you now.
Acquaint me
with your gamekeeping experience.
I worked the Shipley Hall Estate
for two years before moving
to Tevershall Pit.
And for what reason did you move?
I got wed, needed the better money.
I were always well thought of at Shipley,
if that's what you're alluding to.
You were supplied with
a written reference?
You served? What regiment?
The 1/7th.
You served under me?
One o' you, happen.
One saw so many men come and go.
We owe them a great deal,
those of us who came home.
And God rest their souls.
You will be gamekeeper
to the Wragby estate.
Betts will meet you at six o'clock
tomorrow morning at the gatehouse.
Thank you, sir.
The new gamekeeper,
he served in my regiment.
Oh.
You remember the man?
No.
That's 25% throttle, Betts.
That's 50% throttle, Betts.
Be careful, Clifford!
Isn't it the most
marvellous machine?!
Please, be careful with
the throttle, Sir Clifford.
Oh, Betts, sometimes
you really are an old woman!
That's 75% throttle, Betts,
and rising.
Here we go! Whoo-hoo!
I never knew it was so beautiful.
I haven't been able to
get down here in so long.
I spent the happiest days
of my boyhood in this wood,
and now I've set a man about
restoring it to former glories.
Mellors!
Morning, sir.
I see you've been busy
with pest control.
I'd say we were winning this war
and all, sir.
Constance,
this is our new gamekeeper,
Private Mellors of the 1/7th.
Good morning, milady
Good morning, Mellors.
Mellors, gun.
You'd better come along
in case the machine sticks.
Aye, sir.
She's making fairer progress here
than over no-man's-land,
eh, Mellors?
Thank heavens for that, sir.
Gun.
Well, she seems to be up to speed.
Keep up the good work, Mellors.
Ramming speed, sir.
Quite.
Milady
Will that be all, Milady?
Clear away those old papers would
you, Mrs Betts? Very good, milady
Good morning, Sir Clifford.
Good morning, Mrs Betts.
Oh! Aggh! Help! Someone help! Aggh!
Aggh! Oh, my goodness, Milady,
Sir Clifford. Aggh!
Ow! No, don't fuss.
Constance? Aggh!
Oh, sir, are you safe? Aggh!
I'm fine.
Constance?
Milady, you must rest.
I must get Clifford his bath.
Rest, Milady, it's all took care of.
One hears accounts
from elsewhere in the land
of sedition on an alarming scale.
Is there much bolshevism
among the men?
I don't see how you're going to
get bolshevism, Sir Clifford,
when all the lads want is just money
to enjoy themselves.
And the girls the same,
with fine clothes.
There was no time for discussion.
You were incapacitated
and Mrs Bolton's services
were immediately available.
I don't like her intimacy.
Now you're being ridiculous.
She's a servant.
It's not as if she's a person.
Do you like her attending
to your physical needs?
I would like to be as other men,
able to stand on my own two feet.
You know what I mean.
I feel less... ashamed of
accepting her menial offices.
I don't regard them as menial.
But I ought to be a figure
of potency to you, Constance.
In which regard, I will be visiting
the colliery today.
Oh. I've neglected my duty
long enough.
Thank you, Field.
I should be at your side.
And you are, in all things,
but the colliery
is no place for a lady.
Begging your pardon, milady
Mr Mellors is making quite the fuss
about a key for the cottage.
Mr Betts has gone with Sir Clifford
and the boy is laid up
with influenza.
I could ask Mr Clifford if...
Mellors can wait till morning.
Very good, milady
On second thoughts, Mrs Betts,
I could do with some fresh air.
I'll take my walk.
It's barely out of my way.
Very good, milady
All right, all right,
hold your horses!
Lady Chatterley.
I do hope I'm not disturbing you.
I'm sorry I've not a coat on
for Your Ladyship.
I had no idea who were knocking.
She is a suspicious one.
She's only acting lady of the house.
I do love dogs, don't you?
They're too tame
and clinging for my taste.
Are you always in such
a grim temper?
I've been told
I don't quite digest my bile.
You requested a key for the cottage.
My husband keeps the original
and it's been difficult...
I beg Your Ladyship's pardon, but
I don't see it as asking too much
to have a key to my own cottage.
You misunderstand,
it's been difficult to find anyone,
so I've brought you a duplicate.
You should never have
gone to the trouble.
I did take the trouble.
I see now I shouldn't have bothered.
No, no, Milady,
I meant no disrespect.
All I meant was that it wasn't
important enough
for you yourself to be
put out over it.
I'm very grateful to Your Ladyship.
Well, then, all that was required
was a simple word to that effect.
It is essential the equipment
is in full working order.
We must increase productivity.
Sir Clifford, I'll fetch
a lad to climb up.
Nonsense, man, I'll see for myself.
Hup!
Steady, Sir Clifford.
Argh!
Here I shall generate
the power to drive a nation!
Begging your pardon, milady. Field?
From Mr Mellors, milady
Thank you, Field.
Very good, milady
My apologies, milady
Pipe down, you daft bitch!
Your Ladyship will have to
forgive her.
I don't know where
she gets her bad manners from.
One struggles to even speculate.
I wondered what the hammering was.
Getting coops ready
for young pheasants.
And I'd come to the wood
for some peace and quiet.
Regarding your letter of apology,
you walked so far to say so little.
Least said, soonest mended, milady
What if my husband had seen it?
It were intended you didn't inform
His Lordship and spare me the chop.
You have a very low opinion of me,
that I'd have you dismissed
over a trifle.
I've known men suffer fates
far worse for as little.
Really, your insolence
appears so generalised,
one chooses not to take it
personally.
What a beautiful place.
I should like to come here
and paint.
Happen I can find another place
for rearing pheasants.
Whatever do you mean?
It'll take me a couple of days
to move all this stuff out.
I don't want you to move
anything out at all.
I only fancied coming to
paint here sometimes.
I can sit perfectly well
on this tree stump.
Well, Your Ladyship can sit
wherever she pleases,
only Your Ladyship wouldn't want me
tinkering around and about
when your Ladyship were here.
Why should I mind you being here?
The nuisance of me.
Clearly you mean the nuisance of me.
Am I such a nuisance?
I think it's best if I see to traps,
Milady, and this can wait.
Then I shan't bother you. You're my
husband's gamekeeper, not mine.
No, Milady, let's not have
another misunderstanding.
This is as much your place
as Sir Clifford's.
Your Ladyship can turn me off
at a day's notice.
It were only... Only what?
Only that Your Ladyship would like
the place to Your Ladyship's self,
for peace and quiet, not me
at my work, banging and the like!
Why do you think
I should take any notice of you
and your being here or not?
As if you could possibly
be important,
you and your stupid presence!
Is there shelter nearby?
Only the cottage, milady
Well, quick, then.
Warm yourself by the fire, milady
You must warm yourself as well.
I'm all right as I am.
Why are you embarrassed? I ain't.
Mellors...
Please, Milady, if it became known
we were here like this together,
I'd lose more than my job.
I think the shower's passed.
Thank you for the shelter.
Good day, Mellors.
Good day, milady
Darling.
Thank you, darling...
...but it's no use.
There are things we can still do.
We've tried.
The frustration is insufferable.
There are things you can do...
...for me.
I'm very tired.
Goodnight, darling.
I love you very much.
I love you.
I consider this land
the heart of England.
Mmm, yes.
When I see it, I mind more not
having a son than any other time.
The land will last.
But not the Chatterley name.
I'm sorry we can't have a son.
I haven't given up hope, Constance.
Science possesses the answers
to all man's ills.
Ready.
Again.
Field, I thought
I had made myself perfectly clear.
I asked to be left alone.
My apologies, milady
Sir Clifford has asked me to inform
you not to leave the house.
In the event of fluid, Your Ladyship
will be required immediately.
Yes.
Begging your pardon, Milady,
but you've not eaten.
I was worried you might catch cold.
Thank you, Mrs Betts,
that's most kind.
Will that be all, Milady?
Yes, yes.
Very good, milady
I order this obscenity to
stop at once!
You will leave this minute!
Your equipment will be sent on.
Ssh.
That will be all, Bolton.
Very good, milady
I tried.
Are there chicks?
36 so far. Not bad.
Can I see?
Pure, sparky, fearless new life.
I'd love to touch one.
Oooh!
Yeah, reckon I'm a bit
more thick-skinned.
Hello.
Reckon he's took you for his mother.
Milady, I meant no...
You don't appear a coward.
There's things I rightfully fear.
Are you afraid now?
Yes.
Of me?
Not you.
The world in you.
Don't be.
I'll walk no further.
You aren't sorry, are you?
No.
What, then?
I...
I thought I'd done with it all.
With what?
Life.
I do beg Your Ladyship's pardon,
only I do love to see the flowers.
Quite all right, Bolton.
Very good, milady.
The gardens will be a rare treat
when full in bloom, milady.
Hmm, they will.
Tell me...
...is it many years
since you lost your husband?
Six this coming October, milady.
Since they brought him home.
May I ask?
An explosion, down the pit.
I'm very sorry.
He looked so quiet when he was dead.
As if he'd got free.
He was such a nice-looking lad.
It just broke my heart to see him
so still and pure-looking, as...
...as if he'd wanted to die.
But it was the pit.
He didn't want to leave you.
No, that was only my silly cry.
And I kept expecting him back,
especially at night.
All I wanted was to feel him
there with me.
Warm.
The touch of him.
That's it, milady.
The touch of him.
I feel it to this day.
How can a touch last so long...
...that you can still feel him
after all these years?
Oh, milady, it lasts.
Once you've got a man in your blood.
I search for it still, that touch.
But it's only Ted I find.
Only him.
I thought you weren't
coming back to me.
Thought I were alone again.
No, never. Never.
I shan't take dessert,
thank you, Field.
Very good, milady.
Sir Clifford and I would like to
be alone for a while.
Very good. Sir, milady.
Something the matter, dear?
It's our great sorrow,
the absence of a child.
It's my fault, this yearning I've
stirred up in you,
all my vain fault in raising
the subject of siring an heir.
It's not your fault at all.
We agree,
marriage is as much in the mind.
Ours transcends the limitations
of the body and is eternal.
This is our life.
Precisely. Sexual connections
pass like the mating of birds.
It's the living
together from day to day,
not the... sleeping together
once or twice.
Time goes on as the clock does.
Half past one instead of
half past 12.
It's been some time since we've
entertained. We should make amends.
I should like to see my sister.
Well, then, it's agreed.
Thank you, darling.
It was the most uneventful journey.
That's your way of saying we live in
an unfashionable corner of the land.
Ah, but it appears that country
living has agreed with you at last.
Hmm. Perhaps that. Thank you,
Travis. Thank you, Louisa.
Perhaps not.
Connie, do tell.
I can't.
You have a lover.
Sssh!
It's only to be expected.
Hilda!
I hear Clifford has become totally
absorbed in coal mining.
You can't expect that to be
sufficient fire.
Hilda.
You haven't denied it.
Promise not to tell.
Cross your heart.
You do. You do, who is it?
Promise?
I promise.
You must swear not to tell a soul.
Connie!
Clifford's gamekeeper.
Hilda, you should see your face!
Oh, Connie, like an absolute ninny
I believed every word!
Reverend and Mrs Massey.
Thank you...
Captain and Mrs Hepburn.
Mr Duncan Forbes.
Sorry, excuse me. Duncan!
Don't look so surprised, Connie,
you did send me an invitation.
Look at you!
A quantity of my newly developed
coal would yield more energy
than the same quantity of
a common or garden variety.
One would hope as much as 20%.
Squire Leslie Winton.
It all works by developing a form
of coal that burns at
a higher temperature.
My word, Clifford, didn't God make
fire hot enough for you?
It's fascinating.
Isn't it fascinating, darling?
Good evening, Squire Winton.
How do you do?
I trust all is well, sir?
Yes, thank you.
I think it might be time for me
to retire.
So early?
I'm very tired, darling.
But please don't feel you have to
withdraw on my account.
Goodnight, Hilda.
Goodnight, Clifford.
We must dance immediately, as I am
no longer sober enough to stand.
I always wondered why you
chose Clifford.
Chose him over you, you mean.
Was it the title?
Clifford wasn't a baronet when
I fell for him, his late father was.
You could have had any man,
Constance.
And I must have taken
leave of my senses to marry the most
dashing one of all.
I hope circumstances don't force
you into becoming a demivierge.
No doubt water needn't
be as wet as it is.
It overdoes it, in wetness.
But there it is.
Begging your pardon, sir, milady,
guests are rising.
Duncan must have a heavy head
this morning.
Mr Forbes won't be joining us
for breakfast.
No?
Duncan had to catch the first train
home, pressing business engagement.
We'll come through in a moment.
Very good, sir.
Er, it's the child that matters,
isn't it, darling?
Clifford?
What I mean is... not the man
so much?
Don't worry, Clifford, I've
understood your meaning exactly.
Leave us! Shut the door.
Constance, please, I...
You plotted Duncan's invitation!
I was thinking only of you.
Of me?! Naturally!
To save you the embarrassment
of having to parade
the sex thing like a continental.
Perhaps you interviewed candidates?
Sought references!
Duncan was utterly
innocent of the scheme.
It's plainly obvious the poor
chap adores you.
He's good-looking,
intelligent, well-bred.
Naturally I assumed you'd regard him
as the right sort.
You regard him as the right sort.
The deed has to be done by someone!
You make it sound like pulling
a tooth.
I mean only that the man
doesn't matter.
Only the creation of our child.
Clifford, you appal me
that you would humiliate me thus!
I crawl upon my belly,
Lady Chatterley, to avert my eyes,
while under my own roof another man
would perform on my wife
the act God has stolen from me!
The humiliation is mine!
I must have an heir!
You have the nicest behind
of any a woman.
The nicest tail of any a lass.
You've got a real soft, sloping
bottom that a man loves in his guts.
It's a bottom that could
hold the world up.
How lovely your hair is there.
That's John Thomas's hair, not mine.
Isn't he somehow lovely?
So on his own and so...
...strange.
He's got his root in my soul,
he has.
He's not only yours. He's mine too.
I'll allow,
there's worse jobs on this estate!
Hey, you've got me in trouble again,
yeah, but he's come up smiling.
Speak up, lad,
her ladyship can't hear thee.
"Open the gates, milady,
as John Thomas may come in."
It was no-one, come back to bed.
Won't folks be thinking summat,
you coming here day and night?
No-one knows.
The lady of the manor can't come
and go and people not notice.
Really?
I'd best not call you milady, then.
Why would you?
I'm Connie Reid from
Tevershall village, born and bred.
Happen you're a long way from home,
Connie.
First time at Statutes?
I should welcome a guide to
the attractions.
Move your arse!
Oh. The nerve! I should like to
teach them some manners.
On you go, then.
You enjoyed that.
It's how the other half live.
Though I can't say it's enjoyable.
But you're enjoying my being
taught a lesson.
Oh, there's a lesson in it, aye.
You can either be
Connie Reid of Tevershall village,
or you can be Lady Chatterley.
But you can't be both.
Stand by, milady.
Ah, step right up, sir.
Someone's feeling strong.
Argh!
You fat bastards!
Is it always like this?
Nah, no, that were a quiet night.
You've never had one before,
have you?
It's a sweet and a fruit.
But I dare say there are those
who've remarked it can't be both.
Clifford, darling, I have good news.
I'm expecting a child.
You have made me
the happiest man on earth.
You're happy aren't you, darling?
Very happy. Thank you, darling.
And the man?
You must rely on me to handle him
with sensitivity and propriety.
Of course.
Where are we going, darling?
To inspect the pheasantry.
I want to hear Mellors'
report on progress.
We shouldn't disturb the birds.
I'm sure they'll be fine.
Coming, darling.
Oh, dear, we're stuck.
Mellors!
I'll fetch help from Wragby.
Please, don't.
It's, er, such a way.
Has she gone wrong, Sir Clifford?
I'd say that was stating
the obvious, wouldn't you?
Well, there's nowt catching,
far as I can tell.
Then, would you give her a push,
get her going?
Sir.
Ha-ha, see, she's doing it.
Are you pushing?
She won't do it without.
I said only to set her going.
Kindly let the machine do her work.
Oh, for God's sake, Clifford!
It is obvious that
I'm at everybody's mercy.
Well, I'll push too.
In your condition?
Don't be ridiculous.
You mustn't, you'll hurt yourself.
Please, Clifford,
he'll hurt himself.
Mellors.
Can't you see he's
intent on hurting himself?
Let me run back to Wragby and fetch
Betts and Travis and the boy.
I'd rather not have the whole world
entertained by my helplessness.
Aye, sir, just a case of digging
in for the big push.
Yeah, yes, indeed.
I'm most grateful.
Clifford...
The man says he's up to pushing.
Do you want to kill him?
Say it, damn you! Say you need help.
Say it!
Look, stand by, I'm going
to throttle-up again.
Ha-ha, she's doing it!
Come along, Constance.
I'm forever in your debt, Mellors.
Oliver...
Constance, darling,
aren't you coming?
Why would you allow such
an abominable spectacle?
The man was doing his duty
by sparing his master's humiliation.
Because your precious
machine broke down!
Would you have rather Betts, Travis
and the whole world
witness my helplessness?
He made himself sick
and you encouraged him.
You should be ashamed.
I am.
Go home and send for a doctor.
Oh, Lord, what has he done to you?
I did it to myself.
I'll not be babied, soon enough
you'll have a real one for that.
I wanted to tell you, but...
I feared the baby would make
for the end,
I didn't, I didn't know what to do.
Is that why you wanted me, then?
To have a child?
Did I seem of good enough stock, as
you'd consider a horse for a stud?
I felt for you what I've never felt.
Heaven knows, it would have been
simpler if you'd not been...
Say it! Say it!
Simpler if I'd not been a servant!
To be commanded and Your Ladyship
has commanded a lover
and commanded a baby!
I wanted you for you, for us!
Us? I went down pit at 12.
That's what your kind do to
children,
pack 'em off underground away from
light and nature and good things.
And dust choked my lungs, then
for good measure they shipped me
off to France, no doubt in the hope
of finishing me off!
All while you were away
marrying for land and title.
I married the man,
not the land and title.
Well, go back to him, then!
Go and put your little
baronet in Wragby.
No.
I want you.
How can it be, woman? How can it be?
It can't.
It will never be.
Constance, darling, please.
Constance?
Darling, please, let me in.
I, I must come in.
My darling, you have me
out of my mind with worry...
The baby.
The baby is well.
Then, then all is well.
I do understand, my darling.
Do you?
It's quite clear to me
that there has been
some unseemliness involving
the man you appointed.
Just give me some time.
Darling, we shouldn't delay
a formal announcement.
The longer we leave it, the greater
the opportunity for speculation.
Yes?
Am I to turn down Her Ladyship's bed,
Sir Clifford?
Thank you, Mrs Betts,
Lady Chatterley has
retired for the rest of the day.
Is it too early to ask
if names have been considered yet?
Far too early.
If a boy...
It will be.
IF, then we favour Geoffrey,
after my dear father.
And his middle name would naturally be
Malcolm, after my dear father-in-law.
My apologies, sir.
Thank you, Field.
Hilda, come on!
I hear great things concerning
Sir Clifford's power station...
Yes. By the end of the year,
he's hoping to supply electricity to
half the homes in the county.
Please excuse me a short while.
I have an urgent business matter.
I hope this is indeed
a matter of extreme importance.
I found it in the gamekeeper's
cottage.
Constance Stewart Reid.
They're Lady Chatterley's
initials as was, aren't they?
Yes.
A Tevershall baby in
the Wragby cradle.
The scandal of it.
What on earth do you mean?
It's plain as day.
Lady Chatterley's lover,
and father to her child...
...is Oliver Mellors.
How dare you bring this foul
profanity into my house!?
How dare I?
Well, because I'm of the kind
only to be used
and discarded as your kind pleases!
Get out of my way, please!
My Ted, sent down the pit and killed
there, working for the Chatterleys.
Betts! Then them trying to make out
it was his own fault,
so their compensation was only
300 pound!
But they wouldn't let me have
the money down,
so as I could start up a little shop
or, or something of my own.
They said no doubt I'd squander it,
perhaps in drink!
So I had to draw it 30 shilling
a week, going every Monday morning,
standing there
a couple of hours waiting my turn.
If you feel one shred
of the humiliation I have felt...
...well, you'll have
the punishment you deserve.
Milady.
Have you seen my husband?
Sir Clifford required
a breath of fresh air, milady.
There you are. I was worried.
The cataclysm has happened.
We are among the ruins,
the roof brought down.
Of your making, Lady Chatterley.
We've got to live, no matter how
many skies have fallen.
Clifford, I...
Get away. Get away.
Get away from me!
The car will take
you off the estate.
The rest of your things will be
sent on.
May I have a moment in private,
Betts?
Yes, milady.
Who told you?
I asked you a question.
I didn't need telling,
it was brazen.
You had your way.
No doubt he served your purpose.
What did Oliver Mellors say to you?
Nothing.
He's never said a word against you
as long as he's lived.
But, milady...
...you care for him?
I love him. I love him.
I love him with all my heart.
Oh, milady, what have I done?
What have I done, milady?
I'm sorry.
You must go to him quickly,
before it's too late.
Too late?
Word travels fast.
He'll have flit already,
if he knows what's good for him.
Oliver?
Oliver?
Oliver!
I'd best be away low afore
half of Nottinghamshire's down here
with shotguns.
I can protect you. How?
If we're together.
I've no Wragby to offer.
But you've put a child into me.
Be tender to it and that will mean
much more than Wragby.
I've a fear of putting
children in the world.
The world that's coming,
this machine world with machine men.
So you do want this to end?
Everything ends.
No. You've just given up!
Wait! Connie, wait!
Why? Why?!
Why don't you believe in us?
I do.
Do you? You never said it.
I've said it an 'undred
times inside you.
I need to hear it!
But you want the talk after that
makes it all to be something
grand and mysterious.
It is.
At least to me.
This, this rare and...
...sacred and fragile
thing that we are.
I want to be with you.
I want to be with you in heart
and belly
and cock.
It heals it all up that
I can go into you.
And I love you for opening to me,
in my bed...
...wider than you ever thought
you would.
And that's the truth
of the world, to me.
You took two vows, Lady Chatterley.
The first of marriage,
the second to conceive an heir
and not let it come between us.
Life has turned a new
face on it all.
And for what do you want to go
back on everything?
Love.
It is as bitter as death to me
to have the order of life smashed,
just for some feeling of yours.
I know better than to seek
understanding.
I seek only divorce.
You, do you mean to say that you
would marry him?
Yes.
Bring him to me.
Clifford...
Bring him to me!
You have broken the holy
order of things as certainly as
if she'd lain with an ape.
You ought to be
wiped off the face of the earth.
Your so-called ruling class is
the mingiest set of ladylike
snipe ever invented.
A generation of fops
and cowards with half a ball each.
You lost yours in France, man,
at least you got out
with your life, unlike most you
ordered into the teeth of the enemy.
We were more likely to fall
in battle than the ordinary man.
England's finest sons,
her future rulers, gone.
And, and who takes their place?
Ha, you?!
Your offspring?!
Me and my sort, aye.
You've not even the guts
to remember me.
Remember you?
When you were laying wounded
and I stood over you.
And the look I saw in your eyes then
is very like the one I see now.
You long for the mortal wound,
for someone to put you
out of your misery.
You fear life more than you
fear death.
What would you know?
I would know.
You will collect what's owing to you
and vacate my property at once.
As for you, Lady Chatterley...
...your child will never be
better than a bastard.
Grant the divorce or God help me,
I'll...
Oliver, please. Please.
Once, to unburden me of you...
...you were ready
to sacrifice your life.
I believe there must still be
a part of the beautiful man
I fell in love with capable of
one last act of sacrifice.
Have your divorce,
Lady Chatterley. Have it.
Take her, she's yours. And mine?
Mine is the world.
Run!
All right, girl,
there you are, there you are, girl.
Come on! Come on!
Get 'em up! Come on!
Right, haul it up!
Get them out! Come on!
Hold on, Harry.
Ted! Ted?
Ted, it's Oliver Mellors.
We're going to get you to hospital,
Harry. Let's go! Go!
Ted Bolton's in a bad way and
Harry Dale's leg's a right state.
Hurry up, lads! Come on.
Ted.
Hey, Ted.
Ted, wake up, son.
You keep your nose out, Mellors.
I'll handle this.
There you go.
You daft thing... what am I to do now?
You daft thing.
Come on.
Well done.
Right, go on, off you go.
Take it away.
Come in now. Come on.
Dance with us, Connie.
Connie?
Champagne, madam?
How are you enjoying the evening?
Everyone seems
so desperate to appear joyful,
one senses only their despair.
Are you always so forthright?
Always. Perhaps I shouldn't be.
On the contrary, it's refreshing.
I haven't seen you at Wragby before.
No, it's my first time.
I am up from town with my sister
and our dear friend.
I... But...
But are you enjoying the evening?
I am now.
But, really, someone should do
something about this awful din.
Not on my account.
What will the Chatterleys think?
Clifford Chatterley.
Constance Reid.
Sorry, Duncan.
In the presence of God, Father,
Son and Holy Spirit,
we have come together to witness the
marriage of Clifford and Constance...
...to pray for God's blessing
on them,
to share their joy
and to celebrate their love.
I, Clifford Herbert Chatterley,
take thee,
Constance Frieda Stewart Reid,
to my wedded wife...
'..to have and to hold
from this day forward.'
Keeping moving!
'For better, for worse,
for richer for poorer, in sickness
'and in health, to love and
to cherish till death us do part.'
I, Constance Frieda Stewart Reid,
take thee,
Clifford Herbert Chatterley,
to my wedded husband...
'..to have and to hold from this day
forward, for better, for worse,
'for richer, for poorer,
in sickness and in health.'
'To love, cherish and to obey,
till death us do part...
'..according to God's holy ordinance
and thereto I give thee my troth.'
Advance!
Aggh!
Advance! Advance!
Welcome home, darling.
Thank you, darling.
Welcome home, Sir Clifford.
Hop to it, lads. Yes, sir.
That's it.
We've got you. Right, Charles.
Thanks.
What a wonderful effort
you've all made.
Thank you. Thank you.
Naturally, we'll engage the best
doctor in the land.
I am told there's a first-rate
fellow on Harley Street.
Oh. He'll operate?
He manages incurables.
Oh.
Clifford.
But you look so well.
I'm, er... I'm very tired.
Perhaps you could ask Mrs Betts
to turn down my bed.
We'll talk later this evening. Yes.
Yes, of course.
Sir Clifford needs time, My Lady.
Yes.
Mmm.
No! I release you from any
obligation towards me. No! No! No!
No! Help! No! Quickly, help! Aggh!
Fetch help, quick.
Leave us! Leave us!
My poor darling, my poor darling.
You'll always have me.
You will always have me.
Out of pity.
Out of love.
"My darling Bertha...
"..words cannot describe my joy that
I shall live to see you again."
Thank heaven, I thought
the rain would never stop.
Yes, milady
Steady.
Sir Clifford will see you now.
Acquaint me
with your gamekeeping experience.
I worked the Shipley Hall Estate
for two years before moving
to Tevershall Pit.
And for what reason did you move?
I got wed, needed the better money.
I were always well thought of at Shipley,
if that's what you're alluding to.
You were supplied with
a written reference?
You served? What regiment?
The 1/7th.
You served under me?
One o' you, happen.
One saw so many men come and go.
We owe them a great deal,
those of us who came home.
And God rest their souls.
You will be gamekeeper
to the Wragby estate.
Betts will meet you at six o'clock
tomorrow morning at the gatehouse.
Thank you, sir.
The new gamekeeper,
he served in my regiment.
Oh.
You remember the man?
No.
That's 25% throttle, Betts.
That's 50% throttle, Betts.
Be careful, Clifford!
Isn't it the most
marvellous machine?!
Please, be careful with
the throttle, Sir Clifford.
Oh, Betts, sometimes
you really are an old woman!
That's 75% throttle, Betts,
and rising.
Here we go! Whoo-hoo!
I never knew it was so beautiful.
I haven't been able to
get down here in so long.
I spent the happiest days
of my boyhood in this wood,
and now I've set a man about
restoring it to former glories.
Mellors!
Morning, sir.
I see you've been busy
with pest control.
I'd say we were winning this war
and all, sir.
Constance,
this is our new gamekeeper,
Private Mellors of the 1/7th.
Good morning, milady
Good morning, Mellors.
Mellors, gun.
You'd better come along
in case the machine sticks.
Aye, sir.
She's making fairer progress here
than over no-man's-land,
eh, Mellors?
Thank heavens for that, sir.
Gun.
Well, she seems to be up to speed.
Keep up the good work, Mellors.
Ramming speed, sir.
Quite.
Milady
Will that be all, Milady?
Clear away those old papers would
you, Mrs Betts? Very good, milady
Good morning, Sir Clifford.
Good morning, Mrs Betts.
Oh! Aggh! Help! Someone help! Aggh!
Aggh! Oh, my goodness, Milady,
Sir Clifford. Aggh!
Ow! No, don't fuss.
Constance? Aggh!
Oh, sir, are you safe? Aggh!
I'm fine.
Constance?
Milady, you must rest.
I must get Clifford his bath.
Rest, Milady, it's all took care of.
One hears accounts
from elsewhere in the land
of sedition on an alarming scale.
Is there much bolshevism
among the men?
I don't see how you're going to
get bolshevism, Sir Clifford,
when all the lads want is just money
to enjoy themselves.
And the girls the same,
with fine clothes.
There was no time for discussion.
You were incapacitated
and Mrs Bolton's services
were immediately available.
I don't like her intimacy.
Now you're being ridiculous.
She's a servant.
It's not as if she's a person.
Do you like her attending
to your physical needs?
I would like to be as other men,
able to stand on my own two feet.
You know what I mean.
I feel less... ashamed of
accepting her menial offices.
I don't regard them as menial.
But I ought to be a figure
of potency to you, Constance.
In which regard, I will be visiting
the colliery today.
Oh. I've neglected my duty
long enough.
Thank you, Field.
I should be at your side.
And you are, in all things,
but the colliery
is no place for a lady.
Begging your pardon, milady
Mr Mellors is making quite the fuss
about a key for the cottage.
Mr Betts has gone with Sir Clifford
and the boy is laid up
with influenza.
I could ask Mr Clifford if...
Mellors can wait till morning.
Very good, milady
On second thoughts, Mrs Betts,
I could do with some fresh air.
I'll take my walk.
It's barely out of my way.
Very good, milady
All right, all right,
hold your horses!
Lady Chatterley.
I do hope I'm not disturbing you.
I'm sorry I've not a coat on
for Your Ladyship.
I had no idea who were knocking.
She is a suspicious one.
She's only acting lady of the house.
I do love dogs, don't you?
They're too tame
and clinging for my taste.
Are you always in such
a grim temper?
I've been told
I don't quite digest my bile.
You requested a key for the cottage.
My husband keeps the original
and it's been difficult...
I beg Your Ladyship's pardon, but
I don't see it as asking too much
to have a key to my own cottage.
You misunderstand,
it's been difficult to find anyone,
so I've brought you a duplicate.
You should never have
gone to the trouble.
I did take the trouble.
I see now I shouldn't have bothered.
No, no, Milady,
I meant no disrespect.
All I meant was that it wasn't
important enough
for you yourself to be
put out over it.
I'm very grateful to Your Ladyship.
Well, then, all that was required
was a simple word to that effect.
It is essential the equipment
is in full working order.
We must increase productivity.
Sir Clifford, I'll fetch
a lad to climb up.
Nonsense, man, I'll see for myself.
Hup!
Steady, Sir Clifford.
Argh!
Here I shall generate
the power to drive a nation!
Begging your pardon, milady. Field?
From Mr Mellors, milady
Thank you, Field.
Very good, milady
My apologies, milady
Pipe down, you daft bitch!
Your Ladyship will have to
forgive her.
I don't know where
she gets her bad manners from.
One struggles to even speculate.
I wondered what the hammering was.
Getting coops ready
for young pheasants.
And I'd come to the wood
for some peace and quiet.
Regarding your letter of apology,
you walked so far to say so little.
Least said, soonest mended, milady
What if my husband had seen it?
It were intended you didn't inform
His Lordship and spare me the chop.
You have a very low opinion of me,
that I'd have you dismissed
over a trifle.
I've known men suffer fates
far worse for as little.
Really, your insolence
appears so generalised,
one chooses not to take it
personally.
What a beautiful place.
I should like to come here
and paint.
Happen I can find another place
for rearing pheasants.
Whatever do you mean?
It'll take me a couple of days
to move all this stuff out.
I don't want you to move
anything out at all.
I only fancied coming to
paint here sometimes.
I can sit perfectly well
on this tree stump.
Well, Your Ladyship can sit
wherever she pleases,
only Your Ladyship wouldn't want me
tinkering around and about
when your Ladyship were here.
Why should I mind you being here?
The nuisance of me.
Clearly you mean the nuisance of me.
Am I such a nuisance?
I think it's best if I see to traps,
Milady, and this can wait.
Then I shan't bother you. You're my
husband's gamekeeper, not mine.
No, Milady, let's not have
another misunderstanding.
This is as much your place
as Sir Clifford's.
Your Ladyship can turn me off
at a day's notice.
It were only... Only what?
Only that Your Ladyship would like
the place to Your Ladyship's self,
for peace and quiet, not me
at my work, banging and the like!
Why do you think
I should take any notice of you
and your being here or not?
As if you could possibly
be important,
you and your stupid presence!
Is there shelter nearby?
Only the cottage, milady
Well, quick, then.
Warm yourself by the fire, milady
You must warm yourself as well.
I'm all right as I am.
Why are you embarrassed? I ain't.
Mellors...
Please, Milady, if it became known
we were here like this together,
I'd lose more than my job.
I think the shower's passed.
Thank you for the shelter.
Good day, Mellors.
Good day, milady
Darling.
Thank you, darling...
...but it's no use.
There are things we can still do.
We've tried.
The frustration is insufferable.
There are things you can do...
...for me.
I'm very tired.
Goodnight, darling.
I love you very much.
I love you.
I consider this land
the heart of England.
Mmm, yes.
When I see it, I mind more not
having a son than any other time.
The land will last.
But not the Chatterley name.
I'm sorry we can't have a son.
I haven't given up hope, Constance.
Science possesses the answers
to all man's ills.
Ready.
Again.
Field, I thought
I had made myself perfectly clear.
I asked to be left alone.
My apologies, milady
Sir Clifford has asked me to inform
you not to leave the house.
In the event of fluid, Your Ladyship
will be required immediately.
Yes.
Begging your pardon, Milady,
but you've not eaten.
I was worried you might catch cold.
Thank you, Mrs Betts,
that's most kind.
Will that be all, Milady?
Yes, yes.
Very good, milady
I order this obscenity to
stop at once!
You will leave this minute!
Your equipment will be sent on.
Ssh.
That will be all, Bolton.
Very good, milady
I tried.
Are there chicks?
36 so far. Not bad.
Can I see?
Pure, sparky, fearless new life.
I'd love to touch one.
Oooh!
Yeah, reckon I'm a bit
more thick-skinned.
Hello.
Reckon he's took you for his mother.
Milady, I meant no...
You don't appear a coward.
There's things I rightfully fear.
Are you afraid now?
Yes.
Of me?
Not you.
The world in you.
Don't be.
I'll walk no further.
You aren't sorry, are you?
No.
What, then?
I...
I thought I'd done with it all.
With what?
Life.
I do beg Your Ladyship's pardon,
only I do love to see the flowers.
Quite all right, Bolton.
Very good, milady.
The gardens will be a rare treat
when full in bloom, milady.
Hmm, they will.
Tell me...
...is it many years
since you lost your husband?
Six this coming October, milady.
Since they brought him home.
May I ask?
An explosion, down the pit.
I'm very sorry.
He looked so quiet when he was dead.
As if he'd got free.
He was such a nice-looking lad.
It just broke my heart to see him
so still and pure-looking, as...
...as if he'd wanted to die.
But it was the pit.
He didn't want to leave you.
No, that was only my silly cry.
And I kept expecting him back,
especially at night.
All I wanted was to feel him
there with me.
Warm.
The touch of him.
That's it, milady.
The touch of him.
I feel it to this day.
How can a touch last so long...
...that you can still feel him
after all these years?
Oh, milady, it lasts.
Once you've got a man in your blood.
I search for it still, that touch.
But it's only Ted I find.
Only him.
I thought you weren't
coming back to me.
Thought I were alone again.
No, never. Never.
I shan't take dessert,
thank you, Field.
Very good, milady.
Sir Clifford and I would like to
be alone for a while.
Very good. Sir, milady.
Something the matter, dear?
It's our great sorrow,
the absence of a child.
It's my fault, this yearning I've
stirred up in you,
all my vain fault in raising
the subject of siring an heir.
It's not your fault at all.
We agree,
marriage is as much in the mind.
Ours transcends the limitations
of the body and is eternal.
This is our life.
Precisely. Sexual connections
pass like the mating of birds.
It's the living
together from day to day,
not the... sleeping together
once or twice.
Time goes on as the clock does.
Half past one instead of
half past 12.
It's been some time since we've
entertained. We should make amends.
I should like to see my sister.
Well, then, it's agreed.
Thank you, darling.
It was the most uneventful journey.
That's your way of saying we live in
an unfashionable corner of the land.
Ah, but it appears that country
living has agreed with you at last.
Hmm. Perhaps that. Thank you,
Travis. Thank you, Louisa.
Perhaps not.
Connie, do tell.
I can't.
You have a lover.
Sssh!
It's only to be expected.
Hilda!
I hear Clifford has become totally
absorbed in coal mining.
You can't expect that to be
sufficient fire.
Hilda.
You haven't denied it.
Promise not to tell.
Cross your heart.
You do. You do, who is it?
Promise?
I promise.
You must swear not to tell a soul.
Connie!
Clifford's gamekeeper.
Hilda, you should see your face!
Oh, Connie, like an absolute ninny
I believed every word!
Reverend and Mrs Massey.
Thank you...
Captain and Mrs Hepburn.
Mr Duncan Forbes.
Sorry, excuse me. Duncan!
Don't look so surprised, Connie,
you did send me an invitation.
Look at you!
A quantity of my newly developed
coal would yield more energy
than the same quantity of
a common or garden variety.
One would hope as much as 20%.
Squire Leslie Winton.
It all works by developing a form
of coal that burns at
a higher temperature.
My word, Clifford, didn't God make
fire hot enough for you?
It's fascinating.
Isn't it fascinating, darling?
Good evening, Squire Winton.
How do you do?
I trust all is well, sir?
Yes, thank you.
I think it might be time for me
to retire.
So early?
I'm very tired, darling.
But please don't feel you have to
withdraw on my account.
Goodnight, Hilda.
Goodnight, Clifford.
We must dance immediately, as I am
no longer sober enough to stand.
I always wondered why you
chose Clifford.
Chose him over you, you mean.
Was it the title?
Clifford wasn't a baronet when
I fell for him, his late father was.
You could have had any man,
Constance.
And I must have taken
leave of my senses to marry the most
dashing one of all.
I hope circumstances don't force
you into becoming a demivierge.
No doubt water needn't
be as wet as it is.
It overdoes it, in wetness.
But there it is.
Begging your pardon, sir, milady,
guests are rising.
Duncan must have a heavy head
this morning.
Mr Forbes won't be joining us
for breakfast.
No?
Duncan had to catch the first train
home, pressing business engagement.
We'll come through in a moment.
Very good, sir.
Er, it's the child that matters,
isn't it, darling?
Clifford?
What I mean is... not the man
so much?
Don't worry, Clifford, I've
understood your meaning exactly.
Leave us! Shut the door.
Constance, please, I...
You plotted Duncan's invitation!
I was thinking only of you.
Of me?! Naturally!
To save you the embarrassment
of having to parade
the sex thing like a continental.
Perhaps you interviewed candidates?
Sought references!
Duncan was utterly
innocent of the scheme.
It's plainly obvious the poor
chap adores you.
He's good-looking,
intelligent, well-bred.
Naturally I assumed you'd regard him
as the right sort.
You regard him as the right sort.
The deed has to be done by someone!
You make it sound like pulling
a tooth.
I mean only that the man
doesn't matter.
Only the creation of our child.
Clifford, you appal me
that you would humiliate me thus!
I crawl upon my belly,
Lady Chatterley, to avert my eyes,
while under my own roof another man
would perform on my wife
the act God has stolen from me!
The humiliation is mine!
I must have an heir!
You have the nicest behind
of any a woman.
The nicest tail of any a lass.
You've got a real soft, sloping
bottom that a man loves in his guts.
It's a bottom that could
hold the world up.
How lovely your hair is there.
That's John Thomas's hair, not mine.
Isn't he somehow lovely?
So on his own and so...
...strange.
He's got his root in my soul,
he has.
He's not only yours. He's mine too.
I'll allow,
there's worse jobs on this estate!
Hey, you've got me in trouble again,
yeah, but he's come up smiling.
Speak up, lad,
her ladyship can't hear thee.
"Open the gates, milady,
as John Thomas may come in."
It was no-one, come back to bed.
Won't folks be thinking summat,
you coming here day and night?
No-one knows.
The lady of the manor can't come
and go and people not notice.
Really?
I'd best not call you milady, then.
Why would you?
I'm Connie Reid from
Tevershall village, born and bred.
Happen you're a long way from home,
Connie.
First time at Statutes?
I should welcome a guide to
the attractions.
Move your arse!
Oh. The nerve! I should like to
teach them some manners.
On you go, then.
You enjoyed that.
It's how the other half live.
Though I can't say it's enjoyable.
But you're enjoying my being
taught a lesson.
Oh, there's a lesson in it, aye.
You can either be
Connie Reid of Tevershall village,
or you can be Lady Chatterley.
But you can't be both.
Stand by, milady.
Ah, step right up, sir.
Someone's feeling strong.
Argh!
You fat bastards!
Is it always like this?
Nah, no, that were a quiet night.
You've never had one before,
have you?
It's a sweet and a fruit.
But I dare say there are those
who've remarked it can't be both.
Clifford, darling, I have good news.
I'm expecting a child.
You have made me
the happiest man on earth.
You're happy aren't you, darling?
Very happy. Thank you, darling.
And the man?
You must rely on me to handle him
with sensitivity and propriety.
Of course.
Where are we going, darling?
To inspect the pheasantry.
I want to hear Mellors'
report on progress.
We shouldn't disturb the birds.
I'm sure they'll be fine.
Coming, darling.
Oh, dear, we're stuck.
Mellors!
I'll fetch help from Wragby.
Please, don't.
It's, er, such a way.
Has she gone wrong, Sir Clifford?
I'd say that was stating
the obvious, wouldn't you?
Well, there's nowt catching,
far as I can tell.
Then, would you give her a push,
get her going?
Sir.
Ha-ha, see, she's doing it.
Are you pushing?
She won't do it without.
I said only to set her going.
Kindly let the machine do her work.
Oh, for God's sake, Clifford!
It is obvious that
I'm at everybody's mercy.
Well, I'll push too.
In your condition?
Don't be ridiculous.
You mustn't, you'll hurt yourself.
Please, Clifford,
he'll hurt himself.
Mellors.
Can't you see he's
intent on hurting himself?
Let me run back to Wragby and fetch
Betts and Travis and the boy.
I'd rather not have the whole world
entertained by my helplessness.
Aye, sir, just a case of digging
in for the big push.
Yeah, yes, indeed.
I'm most grateful.
Clifford...
The man says he's up to pushing.
Do you want to kill him?
Say it, damn you! Say you need help.
Say it!
Look, stand by, I'm going
to throttle-up again.
Ha-ha, she's doing it!
Come along, Constance.
I'm forever in your debt, Mellors.
Oliver...
Constance, darling,
aren't you coming?
Why would you allow such
an abominable spectacle?
The man was doing his duty
by sparing his master's humiliation.
Because your precious
machine broke down!
Would you have rather Betts, Travis
and the whole world
witness my helplessness?
He made himself sick
and you encouraged him.
You should be ashamed.
I am.
Go home and send for a doctor.
Oh, Lord, what has he done to you?
I did it to myself.
I'll not be babied, soon enough
you'll have a real one for that.
I wanted to tell you, but...
I feared the baby would make
for the end,
I didn't, I didn't know what to do.
Is that why you wanted me, then?
To have a child?
Did I seem of good enough stock, as
you'd consider a horse for a stud?
I felt for you what I've never felt.
Heaven knows, it would have been
simpler if you'd not been...
Say it! Say it!
Simpler if I'd not been a servant!
To be commanded and Your Ladyship
has commanded a lover
and commanded a baby!
I wanted you for you, for us!
Us? I went down pit at 12.
That's what your kind do to
children,
pack 'em off underground away from
light and nature and good things.
And dust choked my lungs, then
for good measure they shipped me
off to France, no doubt in the hope
of finishing me off!
All while you were away
marrying for land and title.
I married the man,
not the land and title.
Well, go back to him, then!
Go and put your little
baronet in Wragby.
No.
I want you.
How can it be, woman? How can it be?
It can't.
It will never be.
Constance, darling, please.
Constance?
Darling, please, let me in.
I, I must come in.
My darling, you have me
out of my mind with worry...
The baby.
The baby is well.
Then, then all is well.
I do understand, my darling.
Do you?
It's quite clear to me
that there has been
some unseemliness involving
the man you appointed.
Just give me some time.
Darling, we shouldn't delay
a formal announcement.
The longer we leave it, the greater
the opportunity for speculation.
Yes?
Am I to turn down Her Ladyship's bed,
Sir Clifford?
Thank you, Mrs Betts,
Lady Chatterley has
retired for the rest of the day.
Is it too early to ask
if names have been considered yet?
Far too early.
If a boy...
It will be.
IF, then we favour Geoffrey,
after my dear father.
And his middle name would naturally be
Malcolm, after my dear father-in-law.
My apologies, sir.
Thank you, Field.
Hilda, come on!
I hear great things concerning
Sir Clifford's power station...
Yes. By the end of the year,
he's hoping to supply electricity to
half the homes in the county.
Please excuse me a short while.
I have an urgent business matter.
I hope this is indeed
a matter of extreme importance.
I found it in the gamekeeper's
cottage.
Constance Stewart Reid.
They're Lady Chatterley's
initials as was, aren't they?
Yes.
A Tevershall baby in
the Wragby cradle.
The scandal of it.
What on earth do you mean?
It's plain as day.
Lady Chatterley's lover,
and father to her child...
...is Oliver Mellors.
How dare you bring this foul
profanity into my house!?
How dare I?
Well, because I'm of the kind
only to be used
and discarded as your kind pleases!
Get out of my way, please!
My Ted, sent down the pit and killed
there, working for the Chatterleys.
Betts! Then them trying to make out
it was his own fault,
so their compensation was only
300 pound!
But they wouldn't let me have
the money down,
so as I could start up a little shop
or, or something of my own.
They said no doubt I'd squander it,
perhaps in drink!
So I had to draw it 30 shilling
a week, going every Monday morning,
standing there
a couple of hours waiting my turn.
If you feel one shred
of the humiliation I have felt...
...well, you'll have
the punishment you deserve.
Milady.
Have you seen my husband?
Sir Clifford required
a breath of fresh air, milady.
There you are. I was worried.
The cataclysm has happened.
We are among the ruins,
the roof brought down.
Of your making, Lady Chatterley.
We've got to live, no matter how
many skies have fallen.
Clifford, I...
Get away. Get away.
Get away from me!
The car will take
you off the estate.
The rest of your things will be
sent on.
May I have a moment in private,
Betts?
Yes, milady.
Who told you?
I asked you a question.
I didn't need telling,
it was brazen.
You had your way.
No doubt he served your purpose.
What did Oliver Mellors say to you?
Nothing.
He's never said a word against you
as long as he's lived.
But, milady...
...you care for him?
I love him. I love him.
I love him with all my heart.
Oh, milady, what have I done?
What have I done, milady?
I'm sorry.
You must go to him quickly,
before it's too late.
Too late?
Word travels fast.
He'll have flit already,
if he knows what's good for him.
Oliver?
Oliver?
Oliver!
I'd best be away low afore
half of Nottinghamshire's down here
with shotguns.
I can protect you. How?
If we're together.
I've no Wragby to offer.
But you've put a child into me.
Be tender to it and that will mean
much more than Wragby.
I've a fear of putting
children in the world.
The world that's coming,
this machine world with machine men.
So you do want this to end?
Everything ends.
No. You've just given up!
Wait! Connie, wait!
Why? Why?!
Why don't you believe in us?
I do.
Do you? You never said it.
I've said it an 'undred
times inside you.
I need to hear it!
But you want the talk after that
makes it all to be something
grand and mysterious.
It is.
At least to me.
This, this rare and...
...sacred and fragile
thing that we are.
I want to be with you.
I want to be with you in heart
and belly
and cock.
It heals it all up that
I can go into you.
And I love you for opening to me,
in my bed...
...wider than you ever thought
you would.
And that's the truth
of the world, to me.
You took two vows, Lady Chatterley.
The first of marriage,
the second to conceive an heir
and not let it come between us.
Life has turned a new
face on it all.
And for what do you want to go
back on everything?
Love.
It is as bitter as death to me
to have the order of life smashed,
just for some feeling of yours.
I know better than to seek
understanding.
I seek only divorce.
You, do you mean to say that you
would marry him?
Yes.
Bring him to me.
Clifford...
Bring him to me!
You have broken the holy
order of things as certainly as
if she'd lain with an ape.
You ought to be
wiped off the face of the earth.
Your so-called ruling class is
the mingiest set of ladylike
snipe ever invented.
A generation of fops
and cowards with half a ball each.
You lost yours in France, man,
at least you got out
with your life, unlike most you
ordered into the teeth of the enemy.
We were more likely to fall
in battle than the ordinary man.
England's finest sons,
her future rulers, gone.
And, and who takes their place?
Ha, you?!
Your offspring?!
Me and my sort, aye.
You've not even the guts
to remember me.
Remember you?
When you were laying wounded
and I stood over you.
And the look I saw in your eyes then
is very like the one I see now.
You long for the mortal wound,
for someone to put you
out of your misery.
You fear life more than you
fear death.
What would you know?
I would know.
You will collect what's owing to you
and vacate my property at once.
As for you, Lady Chatterley...
...your child will never be
better than a bastard.
Grant the divorce or God help me,
I'll...
Oliver, please. Please.
Once, to unburden me of you...
...you were ready
to sacrifice your life.
I believe there must still be
a part of the beautiful man
I fell in love with capable of
one last act of sacrifice.
Have your divorce,
Lady Chatterley. Have it.
Take her, she's yours. And mine?
Mine is the world.