DISTANT EXPLOSIONS
HE RETCHES
expl*si*n NEARBY
Never even used the bloody thing.
Good luck.
EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE
Oh, God.
Fix bayonets!
Fix bayonets!
Ready, men?
THEY YELL
g*nshots
HEAVY BREATHING
Halt!
Come on!
Come on!
HE CHUCKLES
k*ll me!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
HORSE NEIGHS
Easy, girl. Easy!
I think we should get rid of her,
Mr Gerald. She's uncontrollable.
Nothing is uncontrollable.
It's just a matter of will.
I'll tame her.
How's your father, sir?
I hope you don't mind me asking,
but is he any better?
He's alive, Mr Sutton.
Or he was when I left
him half an hour ago.
I've no doubt he'll hang on
for my sister's wedding.
He's paying for it, after all.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH, DOOR OPENS
Gudrun. What are you doing?
I have a train to catch.
But the opening?
Will be a triumph.
Really, Maurice.
The exhibits are ready,
the gallery looks wonderful.
Mightn't we at least go for a drink?
The Pompadour's... I don't go
in there, Maurice. You know that.
It's full of frauds.
Anyway, I'm expected.
And I mustn't disappoint.
He's got a wooden leg. He could hop.
Gerald, it's a night out
at the theatre.
It's Hamlet - it's not t*rture.
Well, we'll see about that, won't we?
CHILDREN SING
# Ring a ring o'roses
♪ A pocket full of posies
♪ Atishoo, atishoo,
we all fall down. ♪
BABY CRIES
I was surprised when you said
you were coming home.
Well, I was bored. That's all.
I wanted to see if the situation
was merely geographical.
Such a long time,
this last one, though.
I think we'd rather given up on you.
What happened, Prune?
Nothing happened.
Nothing at all.
I was becoming an artist and...
And surviving a w*r.
Like everybody else.
Well, you're here now.
That's the main thing. C'est bon!
What a moaner.
I was going to wave my handkerchief
halfway. Hope they'd take me out
and sh**t me.
I know you only say it to irritate
me. Let's go and have supper -
rescue the evening.
Just let me say hello.
Well, don't expect me to lie on your
behalf. I won't pretend I enjoyed it.
Relation or otherwise.
Rupert. Hello, Sam!
How good of you to come.
Not at all. It was wonderful.
Samantha, this is Gerald Crich.
Pleased to meet you, Mr Crich.
And I you.
Excellent.
Best I've seen.
SHE CHUCKLES
Mm!
Oysters.
In Nottingham. Apparently it's
the most landlocked place
in the country.
If Gerald wants something
he usually gets it.
How do you two know each other,
then? Did you fight together?
Hard to say. I tended to keep
my eyes shut most of the time.
He won a medal.
We knew each other before the w*r.
Then we took up again
after I resigned my commission.
I worked as a nurse at Dover.
Did Rupert tell you?
You know, he was incredibly vague
about his... theatrical cousin.
Especially in certain key areas.
SHE GIGGLES
I don't normally do this.
Never kid a kidder.
This is a nice surprise.
I need a change.
I can't walk through town like this.
Listen, you couldn't
do me a favour, could you?
I left in a bit
of a hurry this morning.
I didn't have time to give anything.
Money?
What else?
RUPERT SCOFFS
Sam won't want money. She...
I think I'd rather close the account
all the same.
£10, say. No!
No. Do your own dirty work.
I'm merely trying to behave
like a gentleman, Rupert.
Maintain a...
few standards. Christ, Gerald!
Where have you been
for the past four years?
The old ideas are as dead as nails.
We must find a new way of existing.
Rupert, I want you to drop
some money off for me,
not open a bloody vein.
What do you live for?
To make things go, to move forwards.
Still?!
Oh! And you would have us
go backwards, would you?
Or sideways, perhaps? I mean,
one never knows with you, Rupert.
You've revoked God,
you've revoked humanity...
should the bunnies be quaking now?
I mean, what the bloody hell's left?
Love!
The more I think about it, it's...
so blindingly obvious. Love is...
the antithesis of death -
of negation.
It's the purest positive form.
And it is meant to be
the centre and core of our lives.
Meaningful union.
With a member of the opposite sex.
As nature intended.
That has to be the be-all
and end-all of our existence
and anything else...
Meaningless...
sating of a body -
a corrupt body - which rots.
Rupert, I slept with the woman -
I didn't f*ck her in the grave!
Besides which, when it comes to
behaving correctly with a lady,
perhaps you should take
a little look in the mirror.
You're not exactly blemish-free
there yourself, are you?
Saddle her up.
But Mr Gerald. She's not ready.
Just do it. Yes, sir.
TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS
Good day.
Gerald Crich. And you are?
Gudrun Brangwen.
Our schoolteacher's sister.
The artist.
You should really let her back
until the train has passed.
She's fine.
You're hurting her.
I'm teaching her.
She doesn't like it! I don't care.
Hurry up!
You've made her bleed.
Miss Brangwen, she is no use to me
if she shies and whinnies every time
she hears a train. In addition,
you must understand that deep down,
she wants to be ridden.
That's how horses are.
They have two wills.
With the one,
they want to be wild and free.
But with the other, they want to put
themselves in the human power
completely.
And that is a fact of life.
Oh, aren't you
a proud man, Mr Crich!
Aren't you a proud man!
Prune, there you are.
Hello. Ooh, may I?
I can't settle.
I'm out of my rhythm.
I'll walk home with you.
I'm not going. There's a wedding.
Father's playing, I...
I thought I'd like to hear
how he sounds.
All right! Rupert Birkin will be
there. It's a chance to see him.
Really?
Prune, I've told you - we are
friends, nothing more. Of course.
Try not to look quite so famished.
There!
There's Rupert Birkin in the green.
That's Rupert Birkin?
Oh! I'm sorry -
in your letters, you...
I just thought
there'd be more of him.
That's Hermione Roddice.
Come. There's nothing more to see.
Winnie!
Miss Brangwen. I thought it was you.
How do you do? Very well, thank you.
And your sister.
How nice to see you again.
Er...? We bumped into each other,
this morning.
You should have come into the church.
There was room at the back.
Well, I did not mean to come at all
but Ursula wanted to hear
our father play.
It was first class. As ever.
Rupert, don't slink off. Miss...
Miss Brangwen is here. Really...
Nonsense!
He'd be mortified
to think he missed you.
Rupert. We did wave.
I was just about to say so.
Well, that's a start.
Do you know Miss Brangwen's sister?
No, I think you'd moved to London
before... You are Gudrun Brangwen?
I have two of your pieces.
Hermione Roddice. Oh! How nice.
Whenever I see Miss Brangwen,
I always remind her
what a talented sister she has.
You must bring your genius
to see me at Breadalby.
Of course, we're hugely proud of
what Ursula has achieved, too,
at the school.
How do you two know each other?
Oh, We had a row this morning.
But it's all forgotten now.
How is the animal?
Gudrun. What is the matter?
What do you think?
Crich. Behaving as if he owns
the very ground upon which I walk.
Well, he does, for the most part.
"Room at the back."
In the public pews - how dare he?
'Father...
'I was thinking...
'Do you suppose Winnie might
benefit from some extra tuition?
'She seems to have
a particular talent for drawing.
'Perhaps we should...'
encourage her rather more
in that direction.
I think it's...
I think it's an excellent idea,
Gerald. Do you have anyone in mind?
I think there may be someone.
Leave it to me.
Sorry. Sorry.
Didn't mean to alarm you.
You didn't.
Oh, it's so dark.
I think it's going to rain.
The children don't return
until tomorrow.
Yes, I know, I, er...
I'm not here officially.
I... thought I ought to come.
Seeing you at the church
the other day, I realised I hadn't
been in touch for some time and...
I didn't want you to think that I
was behaving... improperly with you.
Rupert!
It IS you.
Hermione. What are you doing here?
Well, I was driving. I saw your car.
SHE CHUCKLES
Miss Brangwen.
Twice in as many days.
How delightful. Hermione.
Do remind your sister, won't you?
My, er... invitation.
I do so want to discuss her work,
Rupert.
It's full of a primitive passion.
I think that you would really...
I'm well aware of Miss Branwgen's
oeuvre. Thank you.
I will call again
when term has started.
Though, as I say,
everything here seems exemplary.
Is it, though, Rupert?
Is Miss Brangwen
really helping our children?
She teaches them
to understand the flower...
to know all its functions
and its biology...
but in so doing,
doesn't she condemn them to miss
the most important thing of all...
the flower's essential scent?
Knowing is everything
to you, Hermione.
It is all your life. You must
leave Miss Brangwen alone, Rupert.
She will want her tea.
She cannot sit around
listening to your theories all day.
Please...
don't take any notice of her.
What you do here is wonderful.
Mr Birkin.
Rupert! Yes?
Is there something the matter? Yes.
Yes, there is.
I'm confused, I confess.
You see...
we've known each other
for some time now...
especially since I broke off
my engagement - and...
we have become friends, I think.
You certainly treat me warmly.
More than you might a friend,
I suspect, and yet...
That is all we are - friends. Still.
And people have started to comment.
They wonder at our relationship
and I defend it...
But what do you want
of me, Mr Birkin?
I don't understand.
Winnie, this is Miss Brangwen.
How do you do? I'll leave you
to get to know each other.
So...
..how shall we begin?
We can draw Bismarck! Bismarck?
He's through there.
Mr Crich.
I'm here.
See? He looks so splendid.
He's almost as big as a lion.
Shall we take him out?
He's a fearful kicker.
We'll try, shall we?
Come on. There we go...
Ooh... Ow! Ow! You should get
one of the men to do that for you.
Bismarck! You're behaving terribly.
Oh, you...
I know these beggars of old.
He's not hurt, is he? No.
But he ought to be.
They do scratch so, don't they?
Oh, how vile. Mine's nothing...
What a devil.
I love the water.
Well, you know we may treat it
as our own from now on.
I wonder if dear Gerald
holds the rest of his employees
in the same regard.
I do think he's quite in awe of me.
SHE CHUCKLES
It's... rather wonderful.
I hope you don't encourage him.
Oh, Ursula, Gerald's a man.
They think it's their right
to have you.
You don't need to encourage them.
So tired... Very tired...
Just...
concentrate on getting better.
Look to the long game.
Did you have many men?
What? In London. I...
You seem to have grown up such a lot
and... sometimes in your letters...
Ursula! Really.
I'm curious. I'm not...
I have so little experience,
you see. Apart from Anton.
That's your own business.
Do you think love needs sex?
That is why I ask.
What?
I mean...
when you are in love, and there is
a physical relationship,
I know that sex
must burn at the very core of it.
I just wonder whether...
in the way that some can
seem to have sex totally
outside of love and enjoy it...
can others, perhaps,
find love outside of sex?
Where does sex fit...
in relation to love,
do you think?
Sex is power.
It's where we have power, and...
beyond that I don't go.
BIRDS SQUAWK AND FLUTTER
Huh! You see? You're a man,
you want to do a thing, you do it.
Seriously, Gudrun.
The men I've slept with in town,
the Bohemian crowd, they're Bohemian
because they can afford to be.
They're rich and they're lazy
and they're spoilt and...
..sex is all they're good for.
Love's never really an issue.
So I...
don't trouble myself
with thoughts of it.
GUDRUN GASPS
Winifred! I'm late for our lesson.
'Right.
'Music...'
and...
cigarettes.
LAUGHTER AND MUSIC
No more witticisms, please.
I shall commit m*rder.
I think you'd get away with it.
No-one would blame you.
He keeps staring at me.
That's good, surely?
Salsie! Sorry, I'm late.
This is my brother, everyone.
Just down from The Lords.
Have you met my driver?
My God, Gerald! Are you all right?
Don't indulge him. He could've
waited for Roberts. Let him fix it.
I did fix it! Mmmm.
Allow me.
I'm sorry, is it not clean?
It's fine.
Thank you.
Forgive me.
HE POURS
I didn't expect to see you here.
Oh, I do apologise.
It's my artistic bent, you see.
It gets me into
the poshest of places.
I'm going for a walk.
Will you come with me?
Ursula. Don't speak.
Just listen to me, please.
Please, don't doubt my feelings
for you. Rupert!
I need to see you.
Actually, I'm rather busy.
It won't wait... I'm afraid.
I really must insist.
Are you ready? Yes.
Yes. A walk would be good.
WHOOPING
Come on.
It's beautiful.
And worth the money?
If you have it, yes.
It's a first edition.
Well, I've bought it for you.
Hermione, please...
What?
I had hoped that we could
remain friends, but I see now...
I know she is my rival.
Miss Brrrrangwen.
She is not your rival.
No-one is your rival because there
is nothing between us, you and me.
SHE LAUGHS
How plain must I be?
We are done, Hermione.
And yet here you are.
You asked me to look at a book.
Isn't there always... a reason?
I'm leaving.
No!
Kiss me.
What?
Kiss me. What? Stop it.
Stop it! Stop it!
Why would you do that,
of all things?
We are dead in the ground!
Don't... dig the corpse up.
No, you don't.
I don't let you.
JAZZ PLAYS IN DISTANCE
Oh, it's so much more magical
at night.
Let's bathe.
But we haven't any costumes.
Oh, Gudrun!
THEY SQUEAL
Oh, I do sometimes
entertain fantasies of being
utterly kept, you know.
Having this sort of thing on tap.
You'd be bored witless in a week.
That's why the rich
all intermarry.
You are too cruel.
It's why you behave as you do
with Gerald Crich, isn't it?
The rich can't be
universally dismissed.
Some of them are just like us.
They bleed, too, Gudrun.
Oh, yes,
Gerald Crich has suffered much!
He lost his brother.
What? When?
Mother told me. He was k*lled.
When they were both quite young.
No-one knows the details.
Apparently the whole town
was gossiping about it.
I think it all got hushed up,
in truth. My point being...
he is quite worthy
of your attention,
if you only thought fit to give it.
Let's get out.
I'm cold.
♪ You are my honey, honeysuckle
♪ I am the bee
♪ I'd like to sip the honey
sweet
♪ From those red lips, you see
♪ I love you dearly, dear
And I want...
I wish I could draw you.
Sorry. I...
It's all right, I was...
I was miles away.
COWS LOW
I'm sure they won't do anything.
Careful.
Hue! Hi-ee! Hi-ee! Hi-ee!!
What do you think you're doing?
Why have you come? You were
so long, you... It's not safe.
The bull gored one of the farmer's
cows to death the other day.
What do I care of that?
What do you care?
Of his cattle?
Nothing. I imagine. Have you any
idea how much money they are worth?
Money. You've been waiting for this
moment, haven't you? To feel safe.
What are you talking about?
Since you invited me to Shortlands,
you've wanted me in this position!
I'm your equal, Gerald Crich.
You have struck the first blow.
And I shall strike the last.
It's no good being angry with me.
It is you who makes me
behave like this.
I'm not angry with you.
Miss Brangwen.
I wasn't sure you were in today.
Couldn't you see me from the attic?
The line of sight
was perfect for me.
You were away all of yesterday.
That's why I was uncertain.
Indeed.
I feared a cold.
But it seems I'm quite well...
Was there anything the matter?
Would you...
care to join me for dinner
this evening?
I should be delighted if you would.
Of course.
Ursula. Oh, my God! I knew you
came this way back from school.
What happened? Oh...
It's nothing. I fell.
Where have you been?
You disappeared from the party.
I want you to be with me!
You asked me what I wanted from you.
And, erm, that's it.
It's over between me and Hermione.
Finally.
I want you to be with me.
But... it's not love
that I offer you.
Well, not in the usual sense.
Nor do I want it returned
in that form either.
Do you understand?
That you don't love me?
Except in some...
strange, obscure way which requires
a lot of hand wringing. No...
Do you find me good-looking, even?
Or attractive?
It's not a question of looks!
I want a woman that I don't see.
I want...
a union where nothing that
is already known applies!
You think I'm raving, don't you?
Bash on the bonce
and then the ramblings start.
I'm done with this world, Ursula.
It's let me down.
God and man.
Now I want to explore...
another way of living...
And what do you hope to find
at the end of this great...
expedition of yours?
Peace.
A lasting peace.
Do you always dress for dinner?
I believe in good manners.
Then I apologise if I'm
lowering the tone somewhat.
Of course, if you'd warned me.
Miss Brangwen...
why do you tease me so?
I don't care what you wear.
I do care that you haven't spoken
a single word of the other night.
You talk to me of good
manners, Mr Crich?
It happened.
And it was delightful.
And now we move on.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Dr Oxley is leaving, Sir.
Excuse me.
Oh, Gerald.
What is it?
Yes.
Sorry.
The doctor wanted to get off.
What did he say?
There was some medicine.
New medicine.
Yes. You told me.
Right...
But it hasn't worked.
Was always a long shot.
So, that's it.
More or less.
Just have to wait now.
Continue to wait.
What are you doing? I must go.
And...
Yes. You should be alone anyway.
Let me drive you.
No, I... No, I'd rather walk.
Then I'll walk with you.
It's so strange, in our old age,
we become like children again...
That's how Father is now.
I'm everything to him...
he could be my son.
You mustn't give up hope.
In our family...
once anything goes wrong,
it can never be put right again.
You know I k*lled my brother?
Oh, er...
Ursula said that there
was an accident when...
When you were both very little.
I shot him.
We found a g*n...
in the gamekeeper's lodge.
We played with it, as boys do.
It went off.
And I k*lled him.
Gerald.
Gerald.
TRAIN HORN BLASTS
Oh! Ah.
Ursula...
You didn't think to tell me? What?
I went to your Nottingham townhouse.
They said you no longer
resided there. Oh, well!
It was to be a surprise.
So... don't you think it wonderful?
And it's not only
the rooms I've given up.
But my job, too...
I've some savings
I can draw on and...
I want to write.
Perhaps I'll be able to sell that.
What matters is...
finding one's own way, Ursula...
Refusing to conform. Hm?
Rupert?
Oh! She's just arrived.
Rupert...
Where do you want this?
Er, just one minute...
She came to apologise.
Take me home. Ursula.
Ursula. Take me home!
I ran into her.
In town. She was contrite.
And to show it, she thought
she might help you
re-arrange your furniture?
I was being decent.
Why must I hate her?
She tried to bludgeon you to death.
If you weren't so jealous
you'd understand.
Jealous!? Of Hermione Roddice?
She is nothing to me.
Not that... It is you I despise.
And your lies!
You're like a dog who must return
to his own vomit.
You're a fool. Yes! I am a fool.
And thank God for it. I'm too big
a fool to swallow your cleverness.
So go to your soul mate.
Since I am common
and fleshly, aren't I?
What? I lust after physical things.
I showed you my love
and you were repulsed! Afternoon.
No. Yes.
I would have done it, Rupert.
There, in the church yard.
I wanted to do it, sex.
Because sex is important to me
and I am not ashamed to say so.
I wanted to be with you
as I understand it.
Except, when you felt my need,
you pulled away. No.
You did! It turned your stomach!
It did not! It did not.
Forgive me, I...
I don't know...
I don't know how... I don't
know how I should live any more.
Every, single breath
comes with such
responsibility now.
It's something of a burden.
All the more reason
not to hide away.
To engage fully.
Life is savage, Rupert.
Or it is not life at all.
HE SOBS
Letter for you, Mr Crich.
Thank you, Albert.
TRAIN WHISTLES
Gerald!
There! Can't expect
to move into a new place
without a few house warming presents,
can you?
What?
What are you doing?
I came to see you.
Gerald, you're not yourself despite
any avowals to the contrary.
LAUGHS: Good old Rupert.
Like a mind-reader sometimes.
All right. I want you to come
to Africa with me.
Africa? I've bought a mine!
Diamonds this time. Got it off
a German chap, believe it or not.
I need to go and see it. So...
Your father...
Of course... I don't mean right away,
go, but... soon, I think.
And obviously, from your point
of view, there'll be no cost. I'll...
Why! Why would I just leave?
Why wouldn't you?!
There's...
There's Ursula.
She and I seem to have found
a decent understanding lately.
Even better! I hoped she'd come.
In fact, I've already... Gerald!
Tell me the truth, Gerald.
All this, this trouble and expense.
What's the real reason?
I want Gudrun to accompany me.
And I think if her sister and you...
What?
I haven't actually been
able to ask her myself.
She's in London, she took off.
She's uncertain of me, I think.
But I do know that if she were
to spend some proper time with me,
then she'd see that I'm serious.
About Gudrun?
You're serious about her?
I enjoy her company.
We've become close.
But she's not your sort at all.
What do you mean "my sort"?
Look, I bought you
a bloody pineapple.
I'm expecting some support over this!
Yes, but...
It's not love though.
What?
You're not in love with her?
Why do you say that?
I mean... Why do you assume?
Well, I assume because, as I'm sure
you'd be the first to admit,
it is sex which usually
binds you to a woman.
And I can only say that
for Gudrun, I do have feelings.
Oh, I'm sure you have feelings,
Gerald.
But where do they start?
And where do they end? Hmmm?
All the same, the four of us.
On an adventure. I think it would
be a wonderful tonic, don't you?
No.
You must...
You must put it down.
You must put it down.
Be careful.
No. Father!
Father, I've had words!
Father, please! Father, please!
g*nsh*t!
I want you to write a letter
to Miss Brangwen.
Tell her to come back, immediately.
Say that you're sick.
But she is already here.
She called this afternoon.
My lessons resume tomorrow.
DOOR OPENS
Jesus!
Jesus!
Is he...?
There.
He looks better now.
I'll give you a minute.
HE BREATHES DEEPLY
HE WHIMPERS
HE WAILS
Why have you come?
Because I must.
Why do you ask?
I must ask.
Slow down. You're going to k*ll me.
There's a rather lovely simplicity
to Gerald, isn't there?
He's a doer.
He'll tell anyone that!
Oh, sweets.
I would like a pennyworth
of those, please.
Hurry up!
For goodness sake!
It's going in two minutes.
You need to get on board.
And where are you going?
To get some cigarettes and a paper.
SHE CHUCKLES
Rupert! Gerald. Samantha!
How are you? Very well, I...
I came to see Rupert off.
SHE WHISPERS
WHISTLE BLOWS
Prune! Give me a hand with my
case, will you?
WHISTLE BLOWS
God, what a mess.
It's a different world.
My God, Gerry.
You've done it now.
Do we have to ride?
After a journey like that?
I want to stretch my legs a little.
By all means, Rupert.
It's 120 degrees.
You take Shank's.
I'll take the pony.
It's about two hours, apparently.
I've reached my place, Gerald!
Finally. Our place.
You've reached our place.
What? What?
I don't have to. Every time.
But I want to.
The settlers just went.
As soon as the next haul of diamonds
or gold was discovered,
they just upped and offed.
Why couldn't they be satisfied?
Because people never are.
SHOUTING AND LAUGHTER
MUSIC PLAYS
What did I do wrong?
WHISTLES AND APPLAUSE
Encore!
See? A question...
MUSIC STARTS UP AGAIN
Ah! Come on. Let's try again. OK.
Gluttons!
HE LAUGHS
What?
You've convinced me, finally.
I surrender to my heritage.
To the visceral, sodden, Midlands
and their dirty, dirty, men.
MAN CLEARS HIS THROAT
They are getting it, your friends,
the Schuhplattern.
Bless you!
I mean the dance.
That is its name, Schuhplattern.
Bloody exhausting,
that's what we'd call it in England.
Gerald Crich. I'm Wolfgang Loerke.
And I'm... Gudrun Brangwen.
I saw your name in the register.
I am an artist, too.
Your work is in Berlin.
No! A private collection
in the Altes Museum.
Good heavens...
Please, sit down.
So. Which one...
The Altes Museum.
A private collection on loan.
Mein Herr? My niece would
be most pleased to dance with you.
Ah, I see.
Isn't her English very good?
My English is perfect.
But one would hate to give
the impression that German girls
do not know how to behave
in polite company.
In that case,
the pleasure is all mine.
The young woman is,
how do you say it?
She is Von Bluuten.
It's, er, like a lady.
From one of the oldest families
in Bavaria.
THEY MOAN AND GRUNT
Rupert. Hmm?
We have something, don't we?
What?
How can you say that?
We love each other.
We can go anywhere.
We can do anything.
We make our own rules.
Yes, of course.
Gerald, what a fine game
you played tonight.
Hmm? Isn't she in love
with you? What?
That girl, what was her name?
The one you danced with?
God knows. She was, er...
I assure you, I addressed
her quite formally all night.
Well, it obviously did the trick.
Gudrun. I don't...
I can picture her, Gerald,
even now, lying there,
overwhelmed with love for you.
It really was too shameful,
the way you swept her off her feet.
That was the Schuhplattern.
It's not a criticism.
It's just an observation.
She was very confident.
On the other hand,
it would make a perfect marriage.
The upper classes
uniting across Europe.
Stop it.
For God's sake,
what's the matter with you?
Tell me you weren't hard
when you held her against you...
and I'll cease this instant.
Race you.
See!
What? You're done.
You've no strength.
Whoo-hoo!
Winner!
See - you're as weak as a baby.
What are you talking about?
The walls aren't terribly thick,
you know, Gerald. What?
The night-time,
since you got here.
No wonder you're tired.
And I'm the only one indulging
in that particular pleasure, am I?
I suspect you're the only one
who's been indulging in it
quite so vigorously. Enough!
What? Ah.
All the... f*cking time!
What are you talking about?!
You never f*cking stop!
Sex is what brings a man to a woman.
What?
But that doesn't mean...
What are you talking about?
..meaningful union...
that you speak of.
That happens... That happens...
..once the ardour is played out.
Love is special!
You're right.
I do know that.
Where sex is...
earth and sea and water and air.
It's commonplace.
As long as we admit it.
That it makes machines of
all of us for a while...
then we pass through it to the other
side where you sit so proudly...
I know about love!
Don't f*cking lecture me!
Love, come and have some food.
I want to finish this.
Prune, you must have something.
You'll make yourself ill.
A drink at least.
It's very good. It's a local dish.
Curry.
God, this place is wonderful!
I could live here forever.
You should, then. Just like that?
Why not? If you desire something,
you should make it happen.
There speaks a man who has
wanted for nothing his entire life.
I'm going.
What? You're right.
I'm here to get things done. It's
too hot now! Don't be ridiculous.
Gerald!
Wait!
I know I've made you like this.
But I have to be.
Perhaps if you weren't so...
I have to be true to myself...
And Rupert's right.
You come from a different world.
What?
The rules that you apply to
living are... They're yours.
They're yours alone, and I can't
be with somebody like that.
I think we should
have separate rooms.
What are you talking about?
This is...
You can say that you
need a dressing room. Or I am ill.
Gudrun, this is nonsense.
All over some dance.
I don't give two ha'pennies
for the bloody girl!
She is nothing to me. She's not
the point. It's your whole attitude.
It's who you are.
If you face facts, Gerald...
Please be sensible.
It's best to stop this now before...
before it becomes serious.
Before? What?
Jesus! I took pity on you because
of the dreadful state you were in.
It was never love.
You don't think you love me, do you?
Not really.
It's always been perfectly clear
what this relationship's about.
I...
I feel strongly for you.
And that's not the same thing,
is it?
Not really.
Not proper love.
Because you don't
feel like that, do you?
And you never will. You'll...
You'll never love me
as a man should.
Because you're not capable.
Of loving me like that. Are you?
No.
Well, then...
Let's be kind to ourselves.
We should be friends.
And nothing more.
Gerald is like the richest
food in the world. He's...
He's delicious at first,
but he's deadening finally.
It's lack of subtlety.
Gudrun! It's best that we're honest
about these things.
Life's too short for compromise.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
I'm ravenous.
Jesus!
What happened to you?
My beautiful companion...
..prefers the company of some...
hideous portrait pedlar.
And I am getting drunk. That's it.
For God's sake, Gerald.
Pull yourself to together.
Go and talk to her.
What are you doing?
I'm giving this young woman the eye.
Couldn't you just take her outside
and ride her
until the sweat
sat in puddles on her collarbone?
I could.
I could.
GUDRUN LAUGHS
I do like her, though.
You'll write?
Of course.
You really must go?
We must. I think Rupert's right.
We're not helping.
And you will manage here
with Gerald?
Perhaps not together.
But we'll manage.
I want you to have these.
Sweets for my sweet.
The most beautiful things
I possess...
for the most beautiful woman I know.
Come with us.
We could travel together.
No. I'm perfectly fine.
You shouldn't stay. You say that,
but you're not. Really.
Really, I am.
You're pretending.
You never tell the truth, ever,
where it concerns your heart,
and it will be the end of you!
And you do. You always tell
the truth. And you always have.
And I've been so envious of that
all my life.
I daren't love him.
Gerald is...
He's a hundred men.
He's a thousand men.
How can I keep him?
Prune, no. You...
Ursula...
Please, come. No. Go.
Go.
Ah... I forgot my wash bag.
Does this mean you'll be
coming for dinner this evening?
No. I shouldn't think so.
Do you wish to humiliate me?
Isn't it enough that...
Mightn't we at least keep up
the appearance of civility?
I'm being perfectly civil, Gerald.
It's you who's rapidly
forgetting his manners.
What are you doing?
I'm getting ready.
That's your way, isn't it?
You are confronted by a problem
and you overcome it, don't you?
You just have to grasp the nature
and then you bring to pass
the inevitable conclusion,
at the colliery or in the w*r.
You make order out of chaos by
imposing your will, don't you?
Well...
..not with me.
I bow to no man.
I said I'd strike the last blow.
And I will. Why him? Hmmm?
Why the vermin?
Don't be ridiculous.
It's clear you want him, not me.
That's what this is about.
I want nothing of him!
Why do men reduce
everything to a matter of sex?
Because everything
IS a matter of sex!
I'll make my own way to England.
And I'm leaving on Friday.
If it's to England that I go...
Let me go!
You are... You are going away, then?
Yes.
Day after tomorrow.
Where? I don't know.
You won't tell me where you will go?
Really, I don't know.
Maria!
You come like a ghost.
Some schnapps?
Perhaps the lady
would care for another sip?
Gerald!
Gerald!
Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it!
Stop it.
Gaaahh!
Uh...
Oh, Gudrun.
I loved him so much.
I know...
I...
I know.
SHE WAILS
Oh, God!
SOBBING
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I've had enough.
I want to go to sleep.
01x02 - Episode 2
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British two-part television film, a combined adaptation by William Ivory of two D. H. Lawrence novels, The Rainbow (1915) and Women in Love (1920).
British two-part television film, a combined adaptation by William Ivory of two D. H. Lawrence novels, The Rainbow (1915) and Women in Love (1920).