Lady Chatterley's Lover Page #3
- Year:
- 1955
- 101 min
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- Don't complain.
Check.
Very good.
You can go to bed if you like.
Open the curtains
before you leave, would you?
- 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.
- 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
...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.
- 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.
- 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?
- He wants a son and heir.
- What?
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
- 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."
- 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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