Lady Chatterley's Lover Page #2

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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.

He's repelled by the naked faces

of English women.

If only they'd covered their faces...

...what fire of passion

would have run through him.

That's amusing.

It's a pity we never see anything

of people but their face.

After all, the worst part

of most people is their face.

You mean if we covered our faces

and walked about naked?

Like Renoir. Why not?

And a torso in sculpture is often

so lovely without a head.

- It has a life of its own.

- Perhaps.

Sorry if I was unpleasant

this afternoon.

Good morning, milady.

And the bishop moves this way, yes?

- That's right, and the knight moves...

- One ahead and two diagonally.

You look beautiful.

What are you gonna do today?

Nothing in particular.

If you've nothing better to do,

why not try again?

- Try what?

- Find out about the pheasant's eggs.

- If you want me to.

- Thank you, darling.

There.

- Youre very quick.

- That I am, sir.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Quiet. Hey.

Lie down.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- What can I do for you?

- When will you set the eggs?

Already started. It's under control.

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