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Where is the rat?! She's behind
the curtain, where she always hides.

Mama! Jane has knocked me down!

Take her up to the
red room immediately.

That child has the devil in her.
I've always said.

No! No! Not the red room! No! No!
Not the red room! No!

DOOR SLAMS

SHE SOBS

Don't come back, Uncle Reed.

Please don't come back.

Uncle Reed, please don't come back.
Please.

SHE PANTS

Let me out please! Let me out!
Let me out. Let me out!

Come along, John.

Yes, come on, John,
we haven't got all day.

Don't worry. I won't shoot you.

Unless we don't like
the painting, that is.

Hello. Well, shouldn't you
be in the portrait?

There's still plenty of room.

Jane Eyre?!
She's not part of the family.

It's no use looking at me
like that, Jane.

I have tried my hardest
but you made it impossible.

I tried to carry out my dear
husband's wishes, but you have

made it impossible.

You know you have.

You have deliberately made it
impossible for me to love you.

Say something! Unnatural child!

You have not tried very hard.

My uncle's dying wish was that you
treat me as one of YOUR children.

You have not tried to.

You dare to tell me...

That is why he haunts the red room -
because you disobeyed him.

And on the day you die, God will
know who's telling the truth,
whatever you or I say now.

Come on, Miss Jane.
You have a visitor.

You must look your best.

I have tried so very hard.

You cannot believe
how hard I've tried, but...

(..there is the devil in the child.)

What is your name, child?
Jane Eyre, sir.

Do you know, Jane Eyre, what happens
to little children when they die?

They go to heaven.
And what happens to disobedient,
deceitful girls when they die?

They go to hell. So what must
you do to avoid this terrible fate?

I must take care to keep in good
health and not to fall ill, sir.

Your aunt tells me
that you are a deceitful child.

Is that true, Jane Eyre?

I am not a liar.

So do you say your aunt is a liar?

CROWS CAW

BELL RINGS

Ah, Jane Eyre.

How could I forget?

Step out here, Jane.

Jane Eyre,
I'm sorry to have to tell you...

is a liar. The lesson of the day
will be that lying is a sin,

that all liars deserve to
be shunned by their fellows.

Stand on that stool, Jane.

You will stay there until midnight,
and you will not eat or drink

but bow to beg God's
forgiveness for your sin.

I wish I could escape
to one of these places,
somewhere where it's warm.

I believe you will.

But you'll have to work hard.

We have to accept that we have
been left here by our
families to fend for ourselves.

If you take advantage of the
education here, if you are not too

rebellious, and if you are patient
then you will find your way out.

We will both work our hardest
and pray that God spares us
until we are grown up.

And then what do we do? I think when
we grow up we have to be teachers.

How do we ever get out of here,
Helen? We advertise!

GIRLS COUGH

SOUND OF COUGHING

SOUND OF CRYING

SOUND OF COUGHING

There you are.

You're very cold, Jane.

Come on under my covers.

No! No! God can't have her!
He can't take her!

God has already taken her, Jane.

You must be brave.

Helen! Helen!

Helen! Helen!
SHE SOBS

CHURCH BELLS RING

Girls, look how the sun
casts shadows in the flowers.

If you want to recreate that
put down your charcoals

and just smudge the edges
where the dark shadows are.

Come on, girls, hurry up now.

Miss Eyre.

There appears to be
a letter for you, Miss Eyre.

"If Miss JE is in a position
to give satisfactory references

"as to character and competency,
then we will be happy to engage

"her as a governess to Miss Adele
Varens, ward of Mr Rochester
of Thornfield Hall."

Ah, there's Thornfield Hall now,
Miss.

There's always a light burning
in the tower.

BIRDS TWITTER

CREAKING

BIRDS CALL

Are you taking me
to Mrs Fairfax?

In there.

Why, it's Miss Eyre! At last!

Oh, we've been waiting
for you for so long!

I'm Mrs Fairfax.

Welcome to Thornfield.

My goodness, Miss Eyre,

how hungry you are. You must
have been travelling all day.

How long is it since you
have sat beside the fire
and eaten a hearty meal?

Oh, approximately eight years.

Oh, my goodness.
SHE LAUGHS

Eight years! Hasn't sat by
the fire for eight years!

SHE LAUGHS
Eight years!

I'll tell the master that
when he gets back from abroad,
that will amuse even him!

Oh, not that he's without humour,
of course.

No, certainly not. I remember
he used to tell jokes as a child.

He keeps himself to himself,
but you needn't worry.
He's hardly ever at home.

Always travelling.

BIRDS SING

Miss Eyre,

you ARE up early.

I hope you slept well.
Yes, thank you.

I was anxious to meet Adele. Ah yes,
well, you won't have to wait long.

Does she play up there?

Oh, goodness me, no.

No-one lives up there.

Oh, I thought I saw someone
at the window.

There's only Grace Poole there.

She does the laundry.
Mrs Fairfax...

Ah, I don't think Miss Adele
can wait much longer.

SHE SINGS IN FRENCH:

Bonjour, Mademoiselle Jeanne.

I'm so very heureuse
to faire votre acquaintance.

Enchantee, Adele. Moi aussi j'etais
impatiente de faire de connaissance.

Oh, thank goodness,
you'll be able to understand her.

Now you can tell me
what she is singing.

Well...I believe it is a romance.

The woman is declaring her love
for her sweetheart.

Merci, merci, merci,
I will dance another one.

Later maybe,

but first you will show me
to our school room.

SOUND OF TRICKLING WATER

SHEEP BLEAT

DOG BARKS

HORSE WHINNIES

Damn it! Christ!
DOG CONTINUES TO BARK

Quiet, Pilot.

Damn it! Are you injured, sir?

Get away from me...witch.

You've done enough damage!

I cannot think of leaving you
until I see you are fit
to mount your horse.

You should be at home yourself.
Where do you live?

At Thornfield Hall. I can fetch
help, I'll be a little while.

HE GROANS IN PAIN,
HORSE WHINNIES

Do you think you can
bring him over to me?

Come over here.

Come.

Come here, come here.

Hold these.

HE GRUNTS

Thank you...Miss?

Jane Eyre, sir.

Well, that's what happens when you
bewitch a man's horse, Miss Eyre.

A lot of pain and cursing.

I did not bewitch your horse, sir.

I was waiting for you to go past.
You were hovering...

casting spells.

Now get off back to Thornfield Hall,
if that is indeed where you live.

I do, but I will post my letter
first before I return.

Don't be late back...

..Miss Jane Eyre.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Ah, Miss Eyre, there you are.

What do you think?
The master is back.

Mr Rochester? Not a word
about his return, as usual,
and he had an accident on the road.

The doctor is with him in the
drawing room now. Adele, come away!

Time for bed.
Mr Rochester will see you tomorrow.

KNOCKING

Miss Eyre, make yourself ready.

Master has finished his business
for the day and wishes to see you.

Me? Yes.

Oh, no, no, no, you must change.

This will have to do.

CLOCK CHIMES

This will have to do.

Ah, Miss Eyre.

Peut-etre vous avez une boite
pour Mademoiselle Eyre,
Monsieur Rochester?

A boite for Miss Eyre?

Does Miss Eyre require a present?
Excuse me, sir?

Does the governess expect me
to have brought her a present back
from my travels overseas?

No, sir. What are you doing standing
over there where I can't see you?

Where would you like me
to stand, sir? Here. Sit.

Are you fond of presents, Miss Eyre?

I hardly know, sir.

I have little experience of them.

Never had a present?

I believe they are generally
thought pleasant things, sir.

Hm.

But to this frivolous little doll,
this true daughter of Paris,

they are the stuff of life,
aren't they, my little...?

The thought of presents
makes her live and breathe.

Monsieur Rochester?

Ah, ma boite! Merci! Merci!

Merci! Merci! Merci!

Quiet, while I talk to Miss Eyre.

Where are you from?
Lowood Institution, sir.

How long were you there? Eight years.

I'm amazed you survived, you're
so small. Didn't they feed you?

No...sir.

And how do you find yourself here
and not still there?

I advertised, sir.

HE LAUGHS

Of course you did.

What of your family?
I have none, sir.

None whatsoever? Friends?

None, sir. None at all?

I had a friend once
but she died a long time ago, sir.

You're lucky, Miss Eyre.

If you do not love another
living soul

then you'll never be disappointed.

Yes, sir.

Adele tells me
you play the piano brilliantly.

I play a little, sir. Of course,
a little, that's what they all say.

Go over there and play.

SHE PLAYS AN UPBEAT TUNE
ON THE PIANO

Enough!

Yes. You're right.

You do play a little. These yours?

Yes, sir.

These are...

These are interesting.

The ideas all yours?

Yes, sir.

Were you happy
when you painted these?

I was fully occupied...

I was not unhappy.

What do you think of me, Monsieur?

Do you think I look beautiful?
Shall I dance for you?

Miss Eyre, what are you thinking of?

It's very late.
Adele should be in bed.

And my foot hurts like the blazes.

Good night, sir.

So, what did you think of Master?

He is very changeable.

Yes.

But he has...

he has had disappointment
in his life.

I hope you will forgive his rough
and ready ways. You will not leave?

I've grown used to you.
I hope he won't scare you away.

I'm not scared of rough manners.

He will be gone soon. He never stays
for more than a few days at a time.

Afternoon, Miss.

Miss Eyre!

Come here.

Sit.

Not you, Pilot.

Miss Eyre, excuse me, I'm...

used to giving orders
and having them obeyed.

Sit, if you please.

I beg your pardon, sir...
I did not ask your permission
to read the books.

Permission! To read the books?

You are a thinking,
intelligent woman, aren't you?

Why ever would you
need to ask permission?

Who else is to read them? Adele?

The venerable Fairfax?
I'd more likely find Pilot pouring
over the flora and fauna

of the South American flatlands.

So, anyway, talk. Talk, sir?

Yes, talk...if you please.

See how I'm learning to be polite.

I've had a tedious day of mortgages
and share prices and I would like
to be entertained. Entertained, sir?

Miss Eyre, can we proceed?

When I'm... tired I tend to dwell
on my darker thoughts.

I would like to entertain you,
sir... I am not sure
what would interest you.

A smile!

A very small one.

The mere glimpse of a smile. At last!
Tell me your thoughts. I command you.

I was just thinking sir, it's...

not many employers would
ask the opinions of someone
they pay £30 a year to.

I pay you a salary...do I?
Well, of course I do.

Well, I should have
my money's worth then.

Oh... I can see there's
another problem. Out with it.

You haven't actually paid me
anything yet, sir. Ah!

Mercenary girl! Fetch me my keys now!

You want my money in your hand
before you will amuse me? No, sir.

That will not be necessary, sir.

Maybe you could ask me questions,
sir?

Er, have you travelled, Miss Eyre?

No, sir.

All young people wish to travel,

even if they find

kindness and food and a fire,
they wish to be gone.

I've travelled
all over the world, Miss Eyre,

and it's very over-rated.

Yes, sir.

When I was a young man
I was your equal.

I had a clear conscience,

unpolluted by sin.

I took the wrong path.

It wasn't my fault
that I took it but...

..I must take the blame
for continuing on it.

I think you may have a little
of the witch about you.

You bewitched my horse.

You sit there patiently

and would draw out secrets of
my past. I do not wish to pry, sir.

I know, Jane.

Do you think me handsome, Jane?
No, sir.

HE LAUGHS

Look carefully.

If I were to tell you
that I'm worth £20,000,

surely the light from the fire
would soften my features.

Do I not seem to you now the very
model of a fashionable man?

I do not think there's anything in
science that will allow that, sir.

I spoke hastily, sir, I did not
mean that I find you repellent.

What I meant is that it
is the character inside

that determines a person,

not the outer shell.
Take care, Jane...

Don't look too closely inside of me.

You might not find anything
within at all beautiful...

..and then where would we be?

THEY SPEAK QUIETLY

Is that Grace Poole?

Hm. Does she live alone
in the North Tower?

North Tower catches the wind.
I don't know why, it makes me shiver
just to think of it.

Miss Eyre.

You're required!

This way, hurry up!

Oh, goodness, Miss Eyre.

The Master has taken it into his
head to give Adele a biology lesson
and we all have to hunt beetles.

Poor Sophie can't understand a word
he says and neither can I really!

Monsieur Rochester,
we are bored with looking at
the English water beetles.

They are not beautiful
like the ones in your study.

Can I go with you, Monsieur
Rochester, when you set off
on your travels once more?

I will always wear my best dress
and everyone will think I am pretty.

Yes, but if they see you for the
shallow little creature you are,
no more substance than one of those

meringues over there,
well, they will find you disgusting,
my little Parisienne.

They will find me disgusting!

You are mistaken, Adele, if you do
not think to find interesting
creatures here in England.

There's a bird. It's a...

it's a quite nondescript grey colour.

It's accustomed not to moving too
quickly, not to draw attention
to itself for fear of being beaten.

It wishes it could be in a cage...

but sooner or later, slowly, day by
day, its wings grow very strong
and if you were to look very closely,

you would see brilliant scarlet
feathers hidden under its drab wings.

Until one day,
it's grown so confident

that it flaps its red wings and
flies straight upwards into the sky

and those lucky enough
to catch it in flight

think they have caught
a glimpse of a firebird.

And then?

Well, then it flies away somewhere
warm and never comes back.

I don't think I believe in
this bird. It's true.

There is one here at Thornfield
in the gardens if you look very hard.

Madame Fare-Fax, Monsieur Rochester
said the ladies will
say I'm disgusting!

Oh, that's nice, dear.

Mmm, what is there to eat?
I would like a meringue, please.

Come, Miss Eyre...

You have something to say.

You should not tease, sir.

She's just a child. She is.

She's also self-obsessed,

thoughtless, vain.

You've made great headway with her
even in the past few months,
but look at her.

Just like her mother.

I saw what the mother became.

That is no reason
to despise the child.

Do you really think?

If the blood is tainted won't I
be failing in my duty to her

to let her remain like this and not
to try my best to correct her ways?

She does not deserve to be
ridiculed or despised.

She's a child.

She deserves that you should
trust her, that she'll grow
and learn and... Miss Eyre.

No, thank you, Adele.

We shall see, Miss Eyre.

Adele, don't run.

What's the matter with Sophie?

She doesn't like...
les malades...the mad people.

FOOTSTEPS RETREATING

BANGING

DISTANT BARKING

LOUD SCRATCHING

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

No, Pilot.

No, you don't belong here.
Go back to your master.

ROCHESTER: Pilot...come here!

Jane, come and look at this fellow.

Come here. Look at his wings.

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

That will teach me to tease Adele.

Come, sit down with me for a while.

Sit.

As it is now your job as well
as mine to bring Adele up correctly,

I'm going to tell you about her,

about where she came from
and who she belongs to.

Maybe you'll understand...
You do not need to tell me anything.

I know.

You understand too much
without me saying anything.

It is the witch in you.

You have to imagine a young man...

Well, one who is still youngish

and who has made a mistake.
Not his fault but...

..this mistake and the darkness
that follows it

has set him helter skelter
around the world in search
of beauty to help ease his soul.

And he does find beauty,
or rather beauty finds him because,

as you will guess
this is a very rich youngish man.

That look.

No judgement, no pity.

That look could prise secrets
from the blackest souls.

Where were we?
Beauty finding a youngish man.

Ah yes.

So, on our whirlwind tour,
we alight in Paris.

Now, Jane, imagine,
I know it's difficult, imagine...

..a suite of rooms in a particularly
gorgeous Parisian hotel.

It is upholstered
with velvets and furs.

Everything is sensuous
to the touch, the best that
this youngish man's money can buy.

It is a summer evening

and there is perfume in the air.

The young man breathes in
the scent of his lover...

..musk and amber.

Her name is Celine Varens.

She's very beautiful.

She is a dancer,

an exotic bird.

She dotes on him,

and he is passionately
in love with her.

He's had a fortunate night gambling
and he waits for her now
in anticipation of the dark,

intoxicating hours ahead.

Are you still with me, Jane?

I'm here, sir.

COQUETTISH LAUGHTER

'At last he hears the sound
of her return.

'Only a few more seconds' wait
until he sees her.

'An eternity passes.'

THEY SPEAK IN FRENCH

'At that very moment,
as I stood in the shadows,

'the green snake of jealousy bit
into my heart.'

Where is your beast of
an Englishman tonight?

Gambling. Someone else
can look at his unpleasant face.

He is very...presentable...

really, for an Englishman.

£20,000 make him very presentable.

'She wasn't as clear sighted
as you are, Jane.'

You find me unattractive
despite my wealth.

You do not know what it is
to feel jealousy, do you, Jane?

Because you have no idea
what it is to love.

You have no idea what it is
to feel the very beat of
someone's heart within one's breast.

No, sir.

Do you still love her, sir?

Who? Celine. I mean, Miss Varens.

Good God, no. No, I threw her out
of the hotel room and I shot him...

..in the shoulder
or some insignificant place.

No, when I saw what a wretched fool
she'd meddled with
I knew that she could never love me.

That's obvious, surely.

And Adele?

She left her in the hotel
when she ran off.

Celine claimed that I was the father,
but a fairly elementary study of
biology would prove that impossible.

Tell me, Jane,

is there anything about myself
that remotely resembles Adele?

Look at me carefully.

No, sir.

She left her in the hotel...

a parcel
with a label on with my name.

What was I to do?
Leave her there to starve?

I provided for her in France,
then a few months ago
it was necessary to bring her here.

She was not my responsibility

but I took her on just the same.

So, as her guardian and your master,
what do you think of my
behaviour, Miss Eyre?

Did I do the right thing?

It was the right thing to do,
wasn't it, Jane?

Yes, sir.

SCRATCHING AT DOOR

Go away, Pilot.

Pilot, go back to your master.

WIND HOWLS

FOOTSTEPS RUNNING

FOOTSTEPS IN DISTANCE

WAILING

Who is there?

FOOTSTEPS IN DISTANCE

FOOTSTEPS

POUNDING

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

Hello?

Hello?

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