Lady Chatterley's Lover

Come on, Anton, I'll race you.

Get up!

- Look, they're coming.

- Let's go and tell everyone.

- Connie, I won.

- I knew you would.

- Youll never beat me, as usual.

- What was the bet this time?

The honour of having the first dance

with the new Lady Chatterley.

This one's pretty enough...

...but I understand

she's the daughter of an artist.

She's just what Clifford

and this old house needs.

She's alive in the way

the others never could be.

- Necessity knows no law, my friends.

- Politics, politics.

- How to ruin a party: Invite a German.

- Anton, we're not enemies yet.

- But the situation is serious.

- Please, not this evening.

- Why don't you dance with my wife?

- With pleasure. Excuse me.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have

your attention, please?

I'm sorry to interrupt the dance, but

I'm sure you'll want to hear the news.

For the last 24 minutes,

England has been at war with Germany.

Let us drink to England.

England.

- England.

- England.

- And to Germany, of course.

- To Germany.

- And to England.

- Germany.

Goodbye, Auntie.

Look after Connie.

- I shan't be long.

- Goodbye, Hilda.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

- Darling, I'd rather you didn't come.

- Are you sure?

- Cliff, take care of yourseIf.

- Roberts.

Should be back just in time

for the pheasant season.

Come on, lads!

Go on! Forwards!

Faster! Go on, faster!

Keep the line! Keep the line!

Forwards! Forwards, forwards!

Go on, lads!

Forwards!

This one's still breathing, Paddy.

"'You can take a seat, Mr. Worthing.'

She looks in her pocket for a pencil.

'Thank you, Lady Bracknell,

I prefer standing.'

Lady Bracknell, notebook in hand:

'You are not down on my list

of eligible young men...

...but it's the same list the Duchess

of Bolton has. We work together.

However, I will enter your name

should your answers be...

...what an affectionate mother

requires.

Do you smoke? '

'Yes, I must admit, I smoke.'

'I am glad to hear it."'

10:
30.

It's time to go to bed, darling.

Dear, dear, another day gone.

Thank you, darling, I can manage.

Good night, Connie.

Good morning.

Fritchley Hall, the home of Lord

and Lady Stewart is offered for sale.

It's rumoured that Shipley, near

Matlock, may suffer the same fate.

It's as if the whole world is

collapsing around us.

What's that, darling?

They want to sell Fritchley Hall

and Shipley.

I suppose the one thing

pushes out the other.

But what about us? Here? This house?

Everything changes

except change itseIf.

I fancy a cigar is called for.

I can manage. Thank you, Field.

- That will be all for this evening.

- Very good, sir.

I think you're wonderful,

I do, really.

- Why?

- The way you are with Clifford.

I think it's wonderful, really.

Poor boy...

...so crippled as he is.

Not more than haIf a man,

you might say.

It's the right haIf

for a woman like me.

He can be so witty and entertaining.

But for a young wife,

I'm not so sure at all.

- Care for one of mine?

- Thank you, I have one of my own.

I was very young

when I married Richard.

We wanted reform, politics,

all that sort of thing.

And we got it. But ever since he died,

despite the children...

...I feel I've lived for nothing.

It's a dreadful feeling.

To know you're bound to die without

having the things you were born for.

Die? Who's going to die?

I've been there and back. Immortality.

What are we born for? It seems to me

that we are born for so many things.

Or perhaps we're not born

for anything at all.

It's just a matter

of making up our minds.

- Immortality.

- Immortality.

I think women should experiment more.

Get what you want in your youth.

Nothing is so bad for a woman

getting on in years...

...than the thought that she's missed.

Good night, dear.

I'm leaving early in the morning,

so I shan't see you again.

There's nothing so sad or futile...

...as an elderly woman

possessed by vain regrets.

I am possessed.

Connie, I need to talk to you.

Sit down a moment.

You know, you're the worst loser,

in a sense.

- Darling.

- I depend on you, live on you.

But you're denied

a serious part of life.

The fact you are denied, it may work

inside your subconscious, harming you.

But you know I need you

as much as you need me.

- You did want me before, didn't you?

- Of course.

I know, and it's bitter.

You see, I don't want you to feel

you've brought me a sacrifice.

Connie, I must tell you this.

If ever there's a man...

...who you absolutely want

to make love to you...

...take him.

Have a lover if you want to.

Look, a kestrel.

Don't ever forget I love you.

- Hey, come on here.

- Come here, girl.

Come on up. Come on up.

- I'm sorry about the dog, sir.

- Don't worry, she's a good girl.

Look, will you give me a push

back to the house?

- Milady.

- Hello.

All right, pull.

Thank you, Mellors.

Thank you, Field.

Clifford?

Do you need some help?

- No, nearly done now.

- How did we do last year?

Not bad, considering.

Even the pheasants sold quite well.

What about the mine?

Shouldn't you open it again?

- I heard that coal...

- Not the right time.

Not the right time at all.

Connie.

It's all right, darling. Don't worry.

I'm sick and tired

of these records, darling.

- Could you play me something?

- What would you like me to play?

Whatever you like. You know the one.

The one you play so well.

All right, then.

Clifford!

Call for Dr. Christie.

The doctor's on his way.

They're here, milady.

But it's not the doctor,

it's a nurse.

I'm Mrs. Bolton.

I came as quickly as I could.

- You look ill too.

- No, I'm fine.

Far from fine. I'll take a look at him

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

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Good afternoon, Sir Clifford.

I'm perfectly all right.

I'll decide, if you don't mind.

What seems to be the trouble?

Nothing new,

just the same old nonsense.

It's my shoulders this time,

and what's left of my damned spine.

- This weather is a godsend.

- Providing we don't get a flood.

We won't. It'll clear up.

Isn't there anything I can do?

- Show me, in case it happens again.

- We'll see.

You can do something. See if Mellors

is setting eggs under the birds.

We did well last year.

I want to do even better.

Clifford, that's not important now.

Fresh air and healthy activity...

...that's my prescription

for you, milady.

Pain is nothing to fear.

It's just the body's way

of telling us that something's amiss.

Right, on your back.

Connie, you're back early.

What did Mellors say?

I couldn't find him.

Connie, I can't ask you

to do the simplest thing.

That's for you, milady.

- What is it?

- Just some quinine and herbs.

Hope it's not a love potion.

Mrs. Bolton is spending the night.

Organise the blue room for her.

- Of course.

- Drink up.

Youve had a tiring day, Sir Clifford.

You must get some rest.

- I'll look after my husband.

- Certainly, milady.

- Good night, Sir Clifford and milady.

- Good night, and thank you.

- Now, what's so funny?

- The Adventures of Hajji Baba.

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