Lady Chatterley Page #5

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?

No use discussing it. I've always

known it wouldn't last. It's over.

No, listen to me.

Don't go to Sheffield.

It's not in your nature.

You'll be unhappy there.

Why can't we look

for a place of our own?

That's all over and done with.

And it's not right for a man

to live off a woman.

I'm so worried

you'll be unhappy there.

We'll see...

But promise me... Look at me.

Promise me, if you're really unhappy

you'll let me find you

something else.

Do you promise?

The thing is,

I can't be like other folk.

I'm so unhappy

when I can't be alone.

But why should you be

like other folk?

It's better you're not.

No, it's not.

You have to be like other folk.

When I was a kid,

my mother kept calling me a girl.

She said there was

something in my character, like,

that was more like a woman

than a man.

Well, maybe she was right.

Why do you say that

as if it were a weakness. It's not.

You're more sensitive

than idiots like Dan Coutts.

You should be proud

of being sensitive.

Yer can call it

being sensitive or whatever.

I see it as a handicap.

The idea of going to that factory

is like death!

Other folk manage it

without making a fuss.

That's why I wanted

to go to Canada.

But yer don't want to go, so...

No, please don't go to Canada.

I've been there and to America.

I couldn't be happy there.

And I don't think

you'd like it either.

It'd kill something in you.

You have a gift.

You don't realise it, but I know.

You have the gift of life.

Now I'm afraid you'll spoil it

when I need it so much.

Please trust me.

I know one thing for sure:

you only get one life.

Exactly. That's just it.

I can give you the money tomorrow

and you can buy a place.

A little farm you could work on.

No! You don't understand.

I love you.

If you only knew how much!

But I mustn't feel small.

I feel like there's no place for me,

like I'm worth nothing to no one...

except to you.

When you went away, I tried

not to think about you too much,

because it was no use.

What was the point?

But when I still thought about you...

I said to myself:

You're like my home.

And yet, real houses

don't mean much to me.

It's because...

until I met you,

everything was like a prison to me.

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