Lady Chatterley's Lover

Run! Run!

Run!

All right, girl, there you are, there you are, girl.

Come on! Come on!

Get 'em up! Come on!

Right, haul it up!

Get them out! Come on!

Hold on, Harry.

Ted! Ted?

Ted, it's Oliver Mellors.

We're going to get you to hospital, Harry. Let's go! Go!

Ted Bolton's in a bad way and Harry Dale's leg's a right state.

- Hurry up, lads! - Come on.

Ted.

Hey, Ted.

Ted, wake up, son.

You keep your nose out, Mellors. I'll handle this.

There you go.

You daft thing... what am I to do now?

You daft thing.

Come on.

Well done.

Right, go on, off you go. Take it away.

Come in now. Come on.

Dance with us, Connie.

Connie?

Champagne, madam?

How are you enjoying the evening?

Everyone seems so desperate to appear joyful,

one senses only their despair.

Are you always so forthright?

Always. Perhaps I shouldn't be.

On the contrary, it's refreshing.

I haven't seen you at Wragby before.

No, it's my first time.

I am up from town with my sister and our dear friend.

- I... - But...

But are you enjoying the evening?

I am now.

But, really, someone should do something about this awful din.

Not on my account. What will the Chatterleys think?

Clifford Chatterley.

Constance Reid.

Sorry, Duncan.

In the presence of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit,

we have come together to witness the marriage of Clifford and Constance...

..to pray for God's blessing on them,

to share their joy and to celebrate their love.

I, Clifford Herbert Chatterley, take thee,

Constance Frieda Stewart Reid, to my wedded wife...

'..to have and to hold from this day forward.'

Keeping moving!

'For better, for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness

'and in health, to love and to cherish till death us do part.'

I, Constance Frieda Stewart Reid, take thee,

Clifford Herbert Chatterley, to my wedded husband...

'..to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse,

'for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.'

'To love, cherish and to obey, till death us do part...

'..according to God's holy ordinance and thereto I give thee my troth.'

Advance!

Advance! Advance!

Welcome home, darling.

Thank you, darling.

Welcome home, Sir Clifford.

- Hop to it, lads. - Yes, sir.

That's it.

- We've got you. - Right, Charles.

Thanks.

What a wonderful effort you've all made.

Thank you. Thank you.

Naturally, we'll engage the best doctor in the land.

I am told there's a first-rate fellow on Harley Street.

Oh. He'll operate?

He manages incurables.

Oh.

Clifford.

But you look so well.

I'm, er... I'm very tired.

Perhaps you could ask Mrs Betts to turn down my bed.

- We'll talk later this evening. - Yes.

Yes, of course.

Sir Clifford needs time, My Lady.

Yes.

No!

I release you from any obligation towards me.

- No! No! - Quickly, help!

Fetch help, quick.

Leave us! Leave us!

My poor darling, my poor darling.

You'll always have me. You will always have me.

Out of pity.

Out of love.

"My darling Bertha...

"..words cannot describe my joy that I shall live to see you again."

Thank heaven, I thought the rain would never stop.

Yes, milady

Steady.

Sir Clifford will see you now.

Acquaint me with your gamekeeping experience.

I worked the Shipley Hall Estate

for two years before moving to Tevershall Pit.

And for what reason did you move?

I got wed, needed the better money.

I were always well thought of at Shipley,

if that's what you're alluding to.

You were supplied with a written reference?

You served? What regiment?

The 1/7th.

You served under me?

One o' you, happen.

One saw so many men come and go.

We owe them a great deal, those of us who came home.

And God rest their souls.

You will be gamekeeper to the Wragby estate.

Betts will meet you at six o'clock tomorrow morning at the gatehouse.

Thank you, sir.

The new gamekeeper, he served in my regiment.

Oh.

You remember the man?

No.

That's 25% throttle, Betts.

That's 50% throttle, Betts.

Be careful, Clifford!

Isn't it the most marvellous machine?!

Please, be careful with the throttle, Sir Clifford.

Oh, Betts, sometimes you really are an old woman!

That's 75% throttle, Betts, and rising.

Here we go! Whoo-hoo!

I never knew it was so beautiful.

I haven't been able to get down here in so long.

I spent the happiest days of my boyhood in this wood,

and now I've set a man about restoring it to former glories.

Mellors!

Morning, sir.

I see you've been busy with pest control.

I'd say we were winning this war and all, sir.

Constance, this is our new gamekeeper,

Private Mellors of the 1/7th.

Good morning, milady

Good morning, Mellors.

Mellors, gun.

You'd better come along in case the machine sticks.

Aye, sir.

She's making fairer progress here

than over no-man's-land, Mellors?

Thank heavens for that, sir.

Gun.

Well, she seems to be up to speed.

Keep up the good work, Mellors.

Ramming speed, sir.

Quite.

Milady

Will that be all, Milady?

- Clear away those old papers would you, Mrs Betts?

Very good, milady

- Good morning, Sir Clifford. - Good morning, Mrs Betts.

Oh! Help! Someone help!

Oh, my goodness, Milady, Sir Clifford.

No, don't fuss.

Constance?

Oh, sir, are you safe?

I'm fine.

Constance?

Milady, you must rest.

I must get Clifford his bath.

Rest, Milady, it's all took care of.

One hears accounts from elsewhere in the land

of sedition on an alarming scale.

Is there much bolshevism among the men?

I don't see how you're going to get bolshevism, Sir Clifford,

when all the lads want is just money to enjoy themselves.

And the girls the same, with fine clothes.

There was no time for discussion.

You were incapacitated

and Mrs Bolton's services were immediately available.

I don't like her intimacy.

Now you're being ridiculous. She's a servant.

It's not as if she's a person.

Do you like her attending to your physical needs?

I would like to be as other men, able to stand on my own two feet.

You know what I mean.

I feel less...ashamed of accepting her menial offices.

I don't regard them as menial.

But I ought to be a figure of potency to you, Constance.

In which regard, I will be visiting the colliery today.

I've neglected my duty long enough.

Thank you, Field.

I should be at your side.

And you are, in all things,

but the colliery is no place for a lady.

Begging your pardon, milady

Mr Mellors is making quite the fuss about a key for the cottage.

Mr Betts has gone with Sir Clifford

and the boy is laid up with influenza.

- I could ask Mr Clifford if... - Mellors can wait till morning.

Very good, milady

On second thoughts, Mrs Betts, I could do with some fresh air.

I'll take my walk. It's barely out of my way.

Very good, milady