Lady Chatterley Page #2

is your sister looking

for a new husband too?

I mean, as well as yours.

Not that I know of.

The plan only concerns you?

Would you like to know

my conditions?

- Your conditions?

- As the legal father.

Or had that detail slipped your mind?

Go ahead.

The child will be English

on both sides.

On the father's side,

of at least decent stock.

I shall bear it in mind.

Right...

- I thought you'd got lost.

- Lost? No.

But I was getting ready to leave.

When do you go?

Tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

- Yes.

My sister's picking me up.

We leave after lunch.

- Where are you going?

- To London, then Paris.

And near the Italian border,

near Menton.

Not where the war was?

No. Much further south.

By the seaside.

It's only for a month.

Won't you be glad to see me again?

You know...

it'll do me good to go away.

I haven't been away in so long.

Ay, it'll do you good.

What are you doing?

I want to run in the rain.

Don't you think you're wet enough?

No, not at all.

I have to take all this off.

Wait.

It's pretty.

You need a flower too.

Wait there.

It's too long.

There.

That's good.

You need a crown too.

It would be so good

if we were alone in this forest.

Come here.

Wouldn't yer like

to go to Canada with me?

The world's the same everywhere.

It'll be the same in Canada.

But nobody will know who we are.

Not at first.

But they will.

Then, it'll be just the same.

Wouldn't you like me

to buy a little farm?

You could look after it.

I have enough of my own money.

Then, you'd be your own boss.

How much have yer got?

I don't know exactly.

Every year?

It's my mother's inheritance.

Well, I never...! I thought I was

comfortably off with 100 saved up.

Wouldn't you like to have a farm?

My sister could help me find one.

She's very practically minded.

I don't think

I'd want a woman to set me up.

I'm not just any woman.

And anyway...

it wouldn't be

just setting you up.

You could start the farm,

then I could come and live with you.

If we decide to get divorced

and live together.

Yer'd never want

to live with me on a farm.

Yer'd never want

to be Mrs Oliver Parkin.

I would! Why wouldn't I?

And you'd be independent,

you wouldn't owe anyone anything.

I think what you prefer

is being alone as much as possible.

You like seeing me from time to time,

but I don't think

you want me here all the time.

That's why I think

you should have a farm

where I could come

from time to time,

without worrying about marriage.

Yer right.

Once you marry a woman,

it's a mess.

She starts bossing you about.

Well, usually,

the man does the bossing.

Forget it.

God, how I love you!

The next day, Constance

was delighted to be leaving.

I'll be right back.

Goodbye, Clifford.

Bon voyage, Connie.

Go on, drive off.

Stop!

What?

Stop, I beg you!

Stop!

You're here...

Don't cry.

It'll be all right.

It'll be just fine.

Yer fly away now.

What is going on?

Well, what a good start!

The two women

met their father in London.

where they spent a few days

before going to Southampton.

The three of them formed a clan,

protecting each other.

And Constance realised

to her surprise

the power of these family ties

although she had so often denied it.

On the ferry, she confided in Hilda

who disapproved of the misalliance,

but couldn't help being in sympathy

with the passion itself.

In Paris, the trio became a quartet.

Duncan Forbes, a Scottish painter,

the sister's childhood friend,

joined them.

They set off together

across France

from north to south,

stopping wherever

the fancy took them.

Finally, they came

to their destination,

2 weeks after they left,

they reached the Villa Natividad

on the Riviera.

Constance was only happy

with Hilda and Duncan.

For the first few days,

she had loved it.

But she now felt

a sort of creeping malaise

which she was unable to control.

She received

regular news from Clifford.

He was glad

she was enjoying the Riviera

and told her with his typical wit

of his recent readings and

a few anecdotes about Wragby life.

His best stories

came straight from Mrs Bolton

who had told him

that very morning

about the gamekeeper's

misadventures.

The day before,

Bertha, Parkin's lawful wife,

had moved back in,

with all her worldly goods.

The man she used to live with,

a miner,

had apparently thrown her out.

I have just received your letter.

I am replying in a quiet moment.

You will be surprised and happy

by the state of Sir Clifford's health.

He has recovered so well that

all he thinks of is seeing you again.

As for Parkin,

the situation changes every day.

The day after Bertha turned up,

she went to the JP to get Parkin

to live a decent life with her at last.

But Parkin flatly refused.

So, the JP told him

to apply for a divorce.

Parkin said

he would as soon as possible.

Parkin's been at his mother's

for a week now.

He now says he has to leave

and Sir Clifford will have to find

a new gamekeeper.

I was about to close, but there's

more news, so I'll write in haste.

As Parkin went past the inn, Bertha's

brother was there with his mates.

They'd all been drinking.

Dan Coutts stopped him,

then threw himself on him.

They went out the back to fight.

They say it was a terrible sight.

All those brutes

standing around, watching.

Parkin was knocked to the ground

and hit his head

on the rails in the courtyard.

The doctor said

he had slight concussion,

but he didn't stop retching for hours.

We were so worried.

I went to see him at his mother's.

He's a bit better.

I told him

you were coming back soon,

and he just turned

and looked at me.

Then, he fell asleep.

My dear Connie! How are you?

Me?

Just fine. But what about you?

It's a miracle to see you standing.

Can you walk?

I wouldn't call it walking.

But I can go forward

in my own way.

Field! Were you in on the plot?

Surprised, my lady?

You can say that again!

And a little scared too.

It's not dangerous?

No, you needn't worry.

Shall we go? Or would you rather

I fetch the chair?

Let's go.

At last, my lady, you're here!

Welcome home!

What a joy to see you again.

Let me kiss you.

All right, Clifford?

The steps are the hardest part.

It's really wonderful.

Come on, Marshall, let's go.

You must be exhausted.

How was the journey?

It went perfectly.

Thank you for your letter.

What would I do without you?

So, what happened in the end?

Is Parkin here?

He moved out yesterday.

The new gamekeeper is moving in.

The new gamekeeper...

Mrs Bolton?

Excuse me... Coming.

I wanted to tell you...

I think I'm going to have a baby.

Have you told Sir Clifford?

Not yet.

When you do,

will he accept it?

Yes.

You shouldn't hate him for that.

I don't hate him.

Yes, you do.

You hate everyone at the moment.

Yes, yer right.

I feel like I've swallowed poison.

It's horrible.

Is it the idea of going to Sheffield?

Yeah, I hate the idea of that too.

You'd rather have stayed here?

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