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(gentle instrumental music)

(sorrowful instrumental music)

- Our Father, which art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come,

thy will be done on earth.

Wait!

Helen, wait for me!

-[Diana] She must have been on the moors

for days, weeks even.

-[Mary] Poor creature.

She looks so pale.

St. John found her just in time.

Who do you think she is? - Where did she come from?

(gentle instrumental music)

- Jane!

Jane!

- I'm sorry to be such trouble.

- You cannot remember your name?

- Or your family?

Why don't we try to help?

We can tell you what we know.

- Oh, yes!

We think you must have wandered on the moors for many days.

Maybe weeks.

We do not know where you traveled from.

- With no money or support of any kind.

- So you see, you are a mystery.

We've made up our own story.

We think you are a young, well-bred woman

who has run away from home because of family disapproval.

Some romance.

- Diana, not now! - All right, then.

We will not speculate yet.

But this is not the hand of a working woman.

So you are a well-bred lady.

A governess?

A teacher of some kind?

- You speak French.

Extremely well.

- And you know geography. - Or you have traveled widely.

You talked of foreign places

as if you had felt their heat, smelt their smells.

- I have not traveled beyond England.

- How can you be sure if you can't remember anything?

- Hannah has washed your dress.

See here?

So JEL School, is that any help?

- It might not have been her dress.

- I do not know what this means.

But I know that I am honest.

- Diana!

- It seems she does not remember yet.

But surely we have conscience enough

not to play games with her identity.

- Good Lord, miss!

You look like a ghost.

Here, sit down.

Though I think you're so faded

you might melt away with the heat.

Careful!

- I love the fire.

I think I must have been very cold at one time in my life.

- The misses will be angry with me

if I don't get you back to bed.

- I have spent long enough in bed.

I must try to repay everyone's kindness.

Do the young ladies live here alone?

- Since their father died.

Mr. St. John lives in his parish over at Morton.

I don't know how long they'll last here.

They haven't a penny between them.

The girls will have to go for governesses soon.

You have book learning, I suppose?

So you could earn your own living, if you chose.

- I have done, and I will.

Just as soon as I can advertise.

- Advertise!

Well, you are a surprising little thing!

- I'm glad you are up and about,

Miss Jane Elliot.

I believe, in the absence of knowledge,

that my sisters have christened you?

- They think it suitable.

- But is it your name?

No matter.

Jane Elliot it is.

My sisters would like to keep you,

like a stray off the moor.

Do you intend to live off their charity?

For they have very little to spare.

- Course not.

I wish to be put to work.

I will do anything honest.

- But surely the cuckoos are too fat

to fly thousands of miles.

- They go somewhere.

Maybe to the corners of Europe.

- You are full of information.

Not only do you know all about European birds,

but South American birds, Patagonian lizards.

Someone must have taught you.

-[Edward] Jane.

I've seen one like this in the West Indies but never here.

See there?

- Have you had an unpleasant memory?

- No, it was not unpleasant.

- Good evening! - Good evening.

- This must be the mysterious Miss Elliot.

I'm Rosamond Oliver.

I live with my father at Vale Hill.

Good evening, Mr. Rivers.

And good evening, Carlo.

Would I forget you?

Your dog is quicker to recognize his friends

than you are, sir.

- A lovely evening, Miss Oliver.

But a little late for you to be out alone.

- Papa says you never come to see us now.

You are quite a stranger.

He is alone tonight and not very well.

Won't you come back with me?

- It is not a reasonable hour to intrude on Mr. Oliver.

- Reasonable hour?

But I declare it is!

It is just the hour when Papa most needs company.

And you would not be intruding because I have invited you.

Do come.

- Poor Rosamond! - Honestly, St. John...

He is as inexorable as death!

- She adores him. - And he adores her!

- Is there some obstacle?

Her family?

- No, her father adores him too!

- He doesn't mind that St. John is not wealthy?

- No, it's St. John.

He's perverse!

He will not allow himself to have her.

Oh, if only I were so in love.

- We should embrace it.

- It is a crime against God to deny yourself love.

It should be the 11th Commandment.

(gentle instrumental music)

- That these two persons present now come to be joined.

Therefore if any man can show any just cause

why they may not lawfully be joined together

let him now speak,

or else hereafter forever hold his peace.

- Miss Elliot!

Are you feeling unwell?

- I am quite well, thank you.

The church is well attended?

- And we are lucky in our benefactor.

Mr. Oliver.

You met his daughter, Miss Rosamond.

He owns a needle factory in the valley.

He's very generous.

Mr. Oliver, in fact, was the inspiration

for the employment I have found for you,

if, of course, you should wish to take it.

When I first arrived in Morton, there was no school.

The children of the poor had no hope of progress.

I have established one for boys.

Now it is the turn of the girls.

There is a cottage available, simply furnished.

The mistress's salary will be 30 pounds a year.

Will you take the job?

- I could organize the studies as I wished?

No beatings and enough food for dinner?

- As long as you taught God's word.

- Then I accept.

With all my heart.

- I do not think you will stay here long.

- I am not ambitious.

- No, but you are impassioned.

Excuse the word.

I mean that, for you, human affections and sympathies

have the most powerful hold.

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- You cannot hate me, Jane.

I didn't mean to deceive you.

Unlike you, I cannot live alone

without the warmth of human companionship.

I roamed the world

then returning one night to this cold, dark place

I saw this, this magical thing.

You were in my path.

Do you remember?

And since that moment,

I have never wanted to leave the place that you were.

Though you left, I remained,

waiting for my little bird to return.

We are one, you and I.

We have to be together.

We are like those twins,

so intertwined in their senses and feelings

that they can cry out to one another across continents,

so close are their thoughts.

Say that you don't love me.

I dare you.

You cannot.

- I will not.

I will love you until I die.

- And yet you will leave me?

You mean to go your way and for me to go mine?

- Yes, sir.

- Sir again?

Not Edward?

(sobbing)

- It is a very graceful and correct drawing.

- Correct?

That word is a little lacking in passion, isn't it?

I mean, for someone who loves Miss Oliver as you do.

Would it comfort you, when you're in Madagascar or the Cape?

Or would the sight of her distress you?

- You are very direct, Miss Elliot.

- You must know me well enough

to know I mean no mischief or disrespect.

She likes you, I am sure.

And so does her father.

She's a sweet girl, a little lacking in reserve,

but you have more than enough for both of you, surely.

Why do you not marry her?

Why do you resist her?

- Does she like me?

- She is always talking of you.

There is no other subject she is more interested in.

- It's very pleasant to talk like this.

You may go on for another quarter of an hour.

- Well, what's the use of that?

When you are only planning an even crueler way

to resist her.

St. John, you tremble when she comes into the room!

- You don't understand!

I love Rosamond Oliver wildly.

More intensely than I will ever love anyone again.

- So why not marry her?

- Because I know she would not make me a good wife.

We would have a lifetime's regret.

Can you see Rosamond as a sufferer, a laborer?

A missionary's wife?

No, you cannot.

- You need not be a missionary.

You may do God's work here.

- I will not give up my life's ambition.

It's dearer to me than anything.

- And Miss Oliver...

Are her feelings nothing to you?

- She is surrounded by suitors.

She will forget me and marry someone

who can make her far happier than I could.

No, Jane!

You do not know me.

I do tremble at the sight of Rosamond,

but it repulses me.

It has nothing to do with me.

My skin may burn with fever

but, in my heart, I am a cold man.

- Don't!

You have the chance to love someone

who loves you with all her soul.

Not many people are that lucky.

You may never find that again.

- You are an enterprising young woman, Miss Elliot.

An unusual specimen.

You've made a good start.

I look forward to your career with interest.

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- I must leave Thornfield, Mr. Rochester.

- Now...

do you mean that?

- I do.

- And now?

What do you say now?

You cannot leave me.

You cannot leave me, confess it.

- I will.

I will leave you.

- How can this flesh be so soft and yielding

and yet your heart be like an iron fist?

There is a place I know.

A villa in the Mediterranean.

It is far from anywhere.

Come and live with me there.

No, Jane.

Jane, Jane, listen to me.

Listen to me.

We would live as brother and sister.

We would have our separate chambers,

come together in the afternoons,

for tea, or to play bowls.

Something sedate and traditional.

I give you my word.

I wouldn't touch you.

Maybe a chaste peck on the cheek on birthdays.

I wouldn't tempt you into a life of sin, Jane.

I wouldn't do that.

- I must rest now. - Yes.

Yes, you must rest.

-[Jane Voiceover] We will talk in the morning.

-[Edward] Yes, in the morning.

You will think about the villa?

-[Jane Voiceover] We'll talk in the morning.

(tense instrumental music)

-[Man] Whoa, boys!

Whoa, whoa!

Walk on.

(sobbing)

-[Students] Good afternoon, Miss Elliot.

- Is everything all right? - Yes, of course.

You look very well.

You have performed wonders in this colorful universe.

You have given it discipline and individuality.

- I wish Diana or Mary could come home to live with you.

You're reckless with your health.

- I am well enough.

- Oh, forgive me.

One of the girls saw Miss Oliver in her wedding dress

and the others begged me to imagine a painting for them.

- I told you she would forget about me.

You must allow me to be right sometimes.

- Mr. Rivers, what are you doing here?

- I have often wondered

where you got that forthright quality.

I've come to have a little talk with you.

Or rather, I have a story to share with you.

Just over 20 years ago, a poor curate fell in love

with a rich man's daughter.

They married,

and she was cut off from her family entirely.

Within two years they were both dead.

They left a daughter.

She was cast out onto the very cold charity

of an aunt by marriage.

Now we come to details.

A Mrs. Reed of Gateshead,

who kept the orphan 10 years

and then sent her to one Lowood School.

I calculate she would have been approximately your age.

It seems she did very well there,

with qualities very similar to your own.

And another coincidence, she rose to be a teacher.

She left Lowood to become a governess

to the ward of a Mr. Rochester.

- Mr. Rivers-- - I know nothing

of this Mr. Rochester's character,

but I do know that he offered marriage to this young woman,

but, at the altar,

she had discovered he had a wife still living.

A lunatic.

For another quite different reason,

one Mr. Briggs, a solicitor,

was searching for this young lady,

but by then she had disappeared, was never seen again.

Is that not very strange?

- Since you appear to know so much, tell me this.

Mr. Rochester, how is he?

Where is he? - I know nothing of him.

- But you said they were looking for me.

Did they write to Thornfield?

- Yes, of course.

But received no reply.

He must have been a bad man.

- You do not know him.

- Very well.

But maybe you should ask me how I come to know your story.

What inspired our Mr. Briggs to look for you

and to write to me.

As you know, I traveled to Derbyshire a few days ago.

I had dinner with a family who had a housekeeper

who was related in some distant way to a Mrs. Alice Fairfax.

Now she provided me with such an exact description

of the mysterious Jane Eyre

to relieve me of any doubt.

- Did they tell you anything of Mr. Rochester?

- I told you, Mr. Briggs was not interested in him.

Don't you want to know why he was interested in you?

- What did he want?

- Simply to tell you that your uncle had died

and had left you all his property and fortune.

- Oh, I am sorry. - Sorry?

For 20,000 pounds?

- I am sorry my uncle is dead.

I might have wished to have seen him one day.

Wait, wait!

Why would you ever know about this Mr. Briggs

and his search for me?

Why would he write to you?

- There is more, but I fear you've had too much surprise

for one evening.

I will tell you tomorrow.

- You will tell me now.

- He wrote to me because your uncle was also my uncle.

I am your cousin.

Your half-cousin, that is.

- Your mother was my father's sister?

We are half-cousins?

Oh!

- You are a strange young woman.

I tell you you've inherited a fortune

and you are very serious.

I tell you something of little importance

and you dance with excitement!

- You have two sisters!

A mere half-cousin may be of no importance to you,

but to me, I have no one.

I have never had anyone.

(gentle instrumental music)

(speaking in foreign language)

- You are enjoying your German lessons?

- Yes, it is easier than French.

- I want you to start learning a new language.

We will begin tomorrow.

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- Go with you?

To the Cape?

- To share my missionary work.

I've been watching you for over a year now,

and I am convinced you are equal to the task.

Have you never asked yourself why God led you here?

On that evening, at the very moment you were ready to die,

he led me through all this wilderness to find you.

You have always felt you must travel the world.

Jane, it is your destiny!

Six weeks.

We must make marriage preparations.

- Why can we not travel as brother and sister, as equals?

- That would be impossible.

- St. John, you do not love me.

- Love is not an ingredient in this matter.

I fear you have not forgotten your old association,

despite the harm he tried to do you.

- I will never see any of them again.

But I owe a debt to my friends at Thornfield Hall.

In many ways, I started my life there.

I became Jane Eyre.

- God made Jane Eyre!

You surely don't give this man Rochester

any credit for that!

- Of course not.

I have always known myself.

But he was the first to recognize me

and to love what he saw.

I will give you your answer, St. John, soon, don't worry.

And if I go with you, it will be my decision.

You will have him to thank for that.

(somber instrumental music)

-[Edward] Jane, Jane!

(thunder crackling)

Jane!

Jane!

Jane!

(tense instrumental music)

-[Man] Whoa-oa!

Walk on.

-[Man] Aye, it's a pity, all right.

Did you know Thornfield Hall?

- Aye, Miss.

I used to work for the late Mr. Rochester

in his stables.

- He is dead?

-[Man] I mean the present Mr. Edward's father.

I'm guessing you're not from these parts, Miss,

so you don't know what happened a while or so back.

It was almost a year ago now.

Mr. Edwards had sent away most of the servants,

so nobody knows exactly what happened.

(eerie instrumental music)

- Bertha!

Bertha, come down.

Take my hand.

Bertha, it's not safe up here.

Will you take my hand?

Come, we'll go down together.

Will you take my hand?

Bertha, come down!

Bertha!

No!

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(eerie instrumental music)

(gentle instrumental music)

Who's there?

Dammit.

Where are my candles?

Do you think because I'm blind I don't need them?

(dog barking)

- What's the matter now?

Has Pilot gone mad like the rest of us?

Well, man?

What's the matter?

George?

That is you, isn't it?

- George is in the kitchen, sir.

- Who is that?

- Pilot knows me, sir.

- These are Jane Eyre's fingers.

I'd know them anywhere.

It is Jane.

- It is me, sir.

I'm come back.

- You are real?

I dream of you often, and in the morning, you're gone.

You always were a witch.

- Does that seem real? - You always did torment me.

- I am very real, sir.

I am an independent woman.

My uncle died and left me 20,000 pounds,

but I gave most of it away.

- No, I could never have dreamt such detail.

You must stay with me?

- I will stay with you as long as I live.

Unless you would prefer I go.

- No, no, stay!

You shall stay.

It's a ghastly sight, isn't it, Jane?

I knew if you ever saw me again,

you would be revolted by me.

- I am sorry for this.

And this.

And this...

But the worst of it is,

one's in danger of spoiling you too much.

When do you have supper?

- I never take supper.

- Well, you shall tonight, for I am very hungry.

Have you a pocket comb about you, sir?

- What for?

- I need to comb out this shaggy black mane.

I find you quite alarming, when this close.

And you accuse me of being supernatural.

- Am I hideous, Jane? - Very, sir.

You always were, you know!

(laughing)

- You haven't lost your wickedness, wherever you've been.

- Yet I have been staying with good people,

far better than you.

100 times better!

Altogether more refined and exalted than you will ever be!

- Who the devil have you been with?

- There.

You are decent, at least.

I will tell you about them tomorrow.

I have been traveling for days and I'm tired.

Goodnight.

- Jane...

Were there only ladies at the house where you were?

- The grass is soft and mossy in that little patch.

And the blackbird's wing is like coal with an emerald sheen.

- So this St. John person

you have been mentioning so often, what of him?

- Well, he is tall,

with blue eyes and a Grecian profile.

- He's handsome, then, compared to me.

- Oh, he's much more handsome than you.

And he's a far better Christian, of course,

than you ever were.

- I thanked God last night, for your sudden reappearance.

The other night, I cried out to him in my despair.

I called your name, too.

What about his brain, this Rivers fellow?

Find yourself getting bored when he speaks?

- He doesn't say very much,

but what he says is to the point.

His brain is first rate.

- Did he study much?

Taught you things? - Oh, yes.

He taught me languages.

- All right.

Why did he do that?

- He wanted me to go with him to Africa.

- He wanted you to marry him?

- He asked me to marry him. - You're lying!

You've made this up to torment me.

- He asked me more than once.

- Well, then, I think you might take yourself off

and go elsewhere!

Why are you still here?

You've done your duty,

you've assured yourself that I am still living.

Well, still living a tenth of a life.

You, heiress!

- Well, if you want me to go.

- No. - I'll pack my bags.

- No, no.

Humor a foolish old ranter

for a little bit longer before you go.

- St. John does not love me.

I do not love him.

He's good, great, even.

But severe, cold as an iceberg.

- He's heartless?

- Oh, worse than that.

He has a heart.

I have seen it overflowing with passion,

but he just keeps it buried in stone

with a tenacious willpower.

He is much more frightening than you.

- Hmm.

- It's turned chilly.

We've been sitting here too long.

- No, I want to stay out here.

You can go on in, if you wish.

- The night I left...

The night I left, you told me of a villa you own

in the Mediterranean, where we might go for refuge

and live as brother and sister.

- I remember.

Jane.

Jane, are you still there?

- I am here, sir.

- Jane, that villa I mentioned...

The separate bedrooms,

the peck on the cheek on birthdays, that sort of thing...

- Yes?

- Well, that plan doesn't strike me

as so attractive as it once did.

- You do not want to be friends?

- Jane, would you be so good as to come back here

and sit beside me?

Jane, I want a wife.

I want a wife.

Not a nursemaid to look after me.

I want a wife to share my bed every night.

All day, if we wish.

If I can't have that, I'd rather die.

We are not the platonic sort, Jane.

- Can you see me?

Then hear this, Edward.

Your life is not yours to give up.

It is mine, all mine, and I forbid it.

(gentle instrumental music)

- No, George.

I told you you're not to work today.

You are part of the enterprise.

Sit down and don't move.

- What's he doing? - Moving chairs.

Come on, everyone.

You must take your place.

You must go directly behind us.

Grace...

Pilot, not on the chairs!

Right, stand there.

- Where's the baby? - Turner, on the outside.

- Jane-- - All ready.

-[Edward] Take your place beside me.

-[Jane] Come, Edward.

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