Lady Chatterley's Lover Page #3

- Don't complain.

Check.

Very good.

It must be early light now.

You can go to bed if you like.

Open the curtains

before you leave, would you?

- Where are you taking this?

- Sir Clifford's instructions.

- "Bury it in the attic," he said.

- Where is he?

- With two gentlemen in the library.

- Thank you, Field.

Now is the right time, but we simply

must have the bits modernised.

Especially the Oakwood Pit. We can

exploit that to the last possibility...

- Good morning, everybody.

- Gentlemen, my wife.

How do you do?

Darling, would you let us

talk in peace? Please!

Now, where were we?

Sit down.

- Have I done something wrong?

- No.

You think you've lowered

yourseIf with me?

No.

Push! Good. And the other side.

And push, push.

You must strengthen these shoulders.

And rest.

- Do you really think there's hope?

- Do you trust me?

- Yes, Mrs. B.

- Well, then, try again.

Lift and push.

Good, good, good.

And rest. Good.

Youre lovely to me.

- So lovely to touch.

- Don't cry.

I read something one day:

"I will experience

everything in life...

...so on the final journey

to my death...

...the nights will not

be haunted by regret."

So no need to cry.

Don't worry, it's really happiness.

Where are the others?

Sir Clifford is in the library

and asked not to be disturbed.

Mrs. Bolton is taking a nap.

- Well, it will be just for me, then.

- Yes, milady.

This magazine came for you.

Connie.

My darling Connie. Are you happy?

- Why?

- Because you look so adorable.

I couldn't bear it

if you were unhappy.

So kind.

I honestly think I should have died.

They should have let me.

Clifford, don't. If something is lost,

it needn't be all lost, need it?

There's no reason for me to live

if nobody wants me to live.

Just seeing you there then...

...I thought you'd be better off

if I were dead. Perhaps you knew it.

I don't want you to die...

...but it is cruel to make me

responsible for your living.

You want to live, don't you?

Darling, I'm sorry.

I'm a real brute.

Don't cry. Don't...

...for my seIfish sake.

I'm not worthy of you.

Wait here, Mellors.

What are you doing here?

Yes, Mellors, what is it?

I caught a couple of poachers, sir,

with snares and rabbits, this morning.

- Where are they?

- Outside, sir.

What should I do about them?

- Prosecute.

- Yes, sir.

Is it necessary to prosecute them?

Is it necessary to poach rabbits?

Or anything else for that matter?

They'd be all over the wood

if we didn't prosecute.

- You were colliers, weren't you?

- Yes, milady.

You see, they're poaching

because they're hungry...

Her ladyship is right.

We won't prosecute. Let them go.

- After you've thrashed them.

- Clifford!

He'll thrash them, or he'll consider

his employment here ended.

Go on.

Good!

Thank you, Mellors.

Come on, then.

- Youre late.

- I meant to be.

- Didn't you want me here?

- Is it only to be when you want?

What happened to those

poachers didn't bother you?

- It didn't seem to bother you.

- Should I have disobeyed him?

You would have beaten them anyway.

- Even so.

- Even so, milady.

Okay, I'm sorry.

That's enough now.

- Good.

- Faster today. A couple more.

That's good.

To be honest, when we started...

...I thought it was hopeless.

But now I think you can do it.

- What happens if you have a child?

- I should like to have a child.

What about Sir Clifford?

Clifford talked about it.

- He wants a son and heir.

- What?

He knows about me?

If you have a child, you'll tell him?

If he ever suspects about you,

I'd have to go away.

What for?

I couldn't live without you...

...but I couldn't live with him

if he knew about you.

Wouldn't fret if you went away

and never saw me again?

Yes, I'd mind. I'd fret.

- Should you mind?

- Aye, that I would.

I should like you to lie one night

with me at my cottage, just for once.

I must go now.

Sorry, milady.

- Where's Sir Clifford?

- In the library.

- Perhaps he didn't hear.

- I'll tell him.

Milady.

- Aren't you coming in to dinner?

- Yes, I'm starving.

I just want to finish

with these plans.

What is it, the mine?

I can't father a dynasty.

I can't paint like Renoir.

It has to be business, Con.

Immortality must be

the name Chatterley.

We start with the mine.

Are you listening to me?

We'll have to make sacrifices

in income and capital...

...because we must modernise it.

Good night, Clifford.

Good night, Con. Sleep well.

I was scared you wouldn't come today.

What do you come

to a fellow like me for?

Because you can take it

or leave it as you please?

I saw you once, washing.

- I thought you were beautiful.

- Me?

Y our body was beautiful. I wanted you.

My body, beautiful?

To you? As knows all

the tiptop young fellas?

- I don't mean handsome.

- Handsome is as handsome does.

You don't take me serious, do you?

What am I to you?

What do your sort say?

A f***er?

No, lover.

You are my lover.

You wouldn't marry me if you was free.

You wouldn't want me to.

If you weren't above me, I should.

But you're above. You look down on me.

No, I'm grateful to you.

And me, I am too.

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

When I wait...

...I look across the grounds

and you don't come, I say:

"She wants none of you today, lad.

You best hang up

your gun and go home."

- You think nothing of me.

- I do.

Not me.

It's this you enjoy.

And that's all.

And that's all.

No, you're wrong.

I do love you.

And I want to sleep with you

in your cottage, and I will.

When?

I want you to tell me

my body is beautiful.

I would be your wife,

but I can't leave Clifford.

He understands I need somebody.

You.

Don't you understand I need him?

What would he say

if he knew it were me?

I don't know. I'll never tell him.

Youd never tell him, because you know

you'd lose him right enough.

It's nothing to do with class.

It's got everything to do with it.

Everything.

Then we'd better say goodbye.

Youve given me more

than I've ever given you.

You must really hate me.

I mustn't come here anymore.

Wait, I don't want you to go.

Say something that will keep

until you come back here.

What shall I say?

Say you'll never

break it off between us.

I never will.

Then let's make it legal.

Will you drive your nail

into this tree for good and all?

- When will you stay the night with me?

- Soon.

- What are you doing?

- I've been watching the sunset.

That's all right.

Where are you going today?

I'm going to the woods,

see if the chicks have hatched.

Can you open the gate for me?

Thank you.

Why have you brought him? I thought

you're to be my wife in the woods.

It was his idea to come here.

Well, he knows?

- He can't.

- He must be suspicious.

Connie!

Youd better come

to the cottage soon, just in case.

- Tonight.

- Aye, tonight.

- Connie, where the devil are you?

- I'm coming.

It's all right.

I thought I was going

to sink in, that's all.

Come on. Push, push!

It's no good. We're stuck.

Mellors!

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