All language subtitles for Jane Eyre Afl.21.English

Edited by Hai Hung
Revised by Héctor Lahoz

There was no possibility
of taking a walk that day.

The cold winter wind had
brought with it clouds so somber

I was glad of it.

I never liked long walks,
especially on chilly afternoons.

Come, my darlings.

John, dear, just one
to start with,

and one for you,
Georgiana.

Oh, thank you, mama.

And one for
my darling Eliza.

Thank you, mama,
thank you.

You are hungry
after your play.

Bessie, why did you let
them stay out so late?

A minute more and they would
have been caught in the rain.

Well, it was
that Jane, ma'am.

I called and called, but
she'd gone off on her own,

and I couldn't
find her anywhere.

Of course.

You may go, Bessie.

What does Bessie say
I have done, aunt reed?

A child must not
take up her elders.

Until you can speak
pleasantly, remain silent.

Boo!

Where the dickens
is she?

Lizzy. Georgy.

Jane is not here.

Tell mama she is run
out in the rain.

Bad animal.

What do you want?

What do you want, what?

What do you want,
cousin?

Cousin?
Starveling cousin.

Orphan cousin.

Call me master reed.

I want you
to come here.

That's for your impudence
to mama and me.

And for your
sneaking ways,

getting behind curtains,
you rat.

What were you doing
behind the curtain?

I was reading.

Show the book.

You are dependent.

Mama says you have
no money.

I'll teach you.

Wicked boy!

You never stop bullying me.

Rats.

You're like a murderer.
Rats.

You're like a slave driver!

Mama!

You're like the Roman
emperors.

Jane, no!

Disgraceful!
Oh, dear, dear.

If you had heard
what she said to me.

Did anybody see such
a picture of passion?

Abbot, Bessie.

Take her to the red room
and lock her in there.

No!

Miss Jane, come on.

Let me go!

He hit me, Bessie.

He is always
hitting me.

Boys will be boys,
Miss Jane.

Hold her arms,
Miss Abbot.

She's like a mad cat.

For shame, for shame,
Miss Eyre.

Hold still, will you?

Get in.

No.

Come here. Come here. Come here!

Now, it is not ladylike to
strike a young gentleman...

your benefactress's son,
your young master!

Master? How is he
my master?

Am I a servant?

No. You are less
than a servant.

For you do nothing
for your keep.

Now sit down here

and think over
your wickedness.

Now, if you don't
sit still,

we shall have to
tie your hands.

Lend me your garters,
Miss Abbot,

because she'd break
mine directly.

Don't tie me up!

I won't stir.
I promise.

Oh, she never
did so before.

No, but it was
always in her.

I've said so to missus before
and missus agreed with me.

Oh, she's an under-hand
little thing.

You ought to be aware,
Miss,

that you are under
obligations to Mrs. Reed.

If she were
to turn you out,

you'd have to go
to poor house.

You'her dear dead husband
to ponly took you in

because he was your
mother's brother.

So just you think on it,
Miss Eyre.

You mustn't leave me
in here.

My uncle died
in that bed.

I try to do my duty,
but I'm always punished.

It's only because
I'm different.

I'm different from you all
and you won't forgive me.

Come, Bessie.
We will leave her.

I wouldn't have her
heart for anything.

Aye.
But the ghost.

Say your prayers,
child.

If you don't repent,

own chimney
and fetch you away., l come d

own chimney
and fetch you away., l come d

it is unjust!

Unjust!

Let me out!
Let me out, please!

Aah!

Let me out, please!

Abbot, Bessie,
I'm frightened!

Help! Let me out,

abbot, Bessie, please!

Miss Jane,
are you ill?

What a dreadful noise.
It went right through me.

Let me out. Let me
go to my room.

What for? Are you hurt?
Have you seen something?

Oh, I saw a light.

I thought a ghost
was coming.

A light?
A light?

Just now?
You silly child.

That was Ruddock
the gardener.

I saw him crossing
the lawn with a lantern.

I thought
it was my uncle.

You screamed out
on purpose.

I know your
naughty tricks.

What is all this?

Abbot.

Bessie,
I believe I left orders

that Jane Eyre should be
locked in the red room

till I came to her myself.

Miss Jane screamed
so loud, ma'am.

Let her go.

Child,
release Bessie's hand.

You cannot succeed
in getting out by these means.

I abhor artifice,
particularly in children.

It is my duty to show you
that tricks will not answer.

You will now stay here
an hour longer.

Aunt reed, please. And
it is only on condition

of perfect submission
and stillness

that I shall
liberate you then.

Oh, aunt, let me be
punished some other way.

I cannot endure it.
I shall be killed if…

Silence!

This violence is
almost repulsive.

Go. And never
disobey me again!

Yes, ma'am.
Yes, ma'am.

Aunt reed, please..

aunt reed, please...

Ah, ah.

Ah.

Good morning,
Miss Eyre.

Good morning.

Well, who am I?

Mr. Lloyd,
the physician.

I...

I was in that room.

Missus said
I could let you out.

You were that quiet.

I thought you were dead
when I saw you.

Could you eat
a little now?

No, thank you.

Could you sleep
some more?

Yes.
Ah.

And I shall get
some rest, too.

'Cause I've been up
all night with you.

I had Sarah from kitchen
for company.

I were that e.

What is the matter
with me?

Am I ill?

You fell sick
in red room.

With crying, I suppose.

You'll soon
be better.

Don't try to talk
just now.

I wonder if she
did see some'at.

Missus was rather
too hard with her.

Well, never mind
that now.

We'll leave Jane
to sleep.

Now, plenty of
sleep, Miss Eyre.

And I'll call back and see
you again this afternoon.

Thank you.

? In the days
that we went gypsying?

? A long time ago?

? Oh, the days that we
went gypsying?

? A long time ago?

Come, Miss Jane,
don't cry.

Have a bit of tart.

I cannot.

Please, forgive me,
Bessie.

Perhaps later.

Doctor's here, Bessie.
And it's dinner time.

What? Already up?

Well, nurse, how is she?

She's doing very well,
except she won't eat.

Oh, she will
when she's hungry.

If you are well, you
should look more cheerful.

Come here, Jane.

Your name is Jane,
is it not?

Yes, sir.

Well, Miss Jane Eyre,
you've been crying.

Can you tell me
what about?

-Are you in pain?
-No, sir.

Oh, I dare say
she was crying

'cause she could not go out
with Missus in carriage.

I never cried for such
a thing in my life.

I hate going out
in the carriage.

I cry because
I am miserable.

Oh, fie, Miss.

Well, Jane, what made
you ill last night?

She had a fall.

Fall? Well, that's
like a baby again.

You can walk
at your age.

I was knocked down,
but that didn't make me ill.

Oh, that would be
for you, nurse.

Go for your dinner.

Yes, sir.

Well, Jane, the fall
didn't make you ill.

What did then?

I was shut up in a room

where there is a ghost
till after dark.

Ghost?

What, you are
a baby after all.

You're afraid of ghosts?

Of Mr. Reed's ghost I am.

They told me something
about a gardener,

but Mr. Reed died
in that room.

No one would go
into it at night.

It was cruel to shut me up
in it without a candle.

So cruel that I shall
never forget it.

Are you afraid now
in daylight?

No, but night will
come again soon.

And besides,
I am unhappy.

Very unhappy.
For other things.

What other things?

Could you tell me
some of them?

Well, for one thing,

I have no mother
or father,

brothers or sisters.

You have a kind aunt
and cousins.

But John Reed
knocked me down

and my aunt shut me up
in the red room.

Don't you think Gateshead
hall is a beautiful house?

Are you not indeed thankful
to have such a fine place to live at?

It's not my house, sir.

Abbot says I have less right
to be here than a servant.

Pooh. You can't be silly enough
to want to leave such a splendid place.

Why not? My aunt
wouldn't have kept me here

if my uncle hadn't made her promise
in his last moments.

I should be glad
to leave it

if there was anywhere
else to go.

But I can never leave
Gateshead till I am a woman.

Perhaps you may.
Who knows?

Would you like
to go to school?

I should indeed
like to go to school.

Well, who knows
what may happen.

Ah, Mrs. Reed
is back, I see.

Missus is back, sir.

Yes. I would like to
speak to her before I go.

She's in breakfast room.
Will you come with me, sir?

Thank you.

Good-bye, Jane.

And if I don't
see you again,

remember, I've not
forgotten you.

My discourse with Mr. Lloyd
awakened hope in me.

But days and weeks passed,
and there was nothing new from aunt Reed

except that she now kept me
and her own children apart

even more than ever.

My only comfort
was from books.

Caught you again
stealing my books.

I'm not stealing.
I'm borrowing.

-And they're not yours.
-They will be.

All of this house
will be mine one day.

And I'll have the right
to punish you.

Mama! Mama!

It was that nasty Jane Eyre.

She flew at me
like a wildcat.

Don't talk to me about her, John.
I told you not to go near her.

She's not worthy of notice.

I do not choose that
either you or your sisters
should associate with her.

They are not fit
to associate with me!

Why, you...

come here. Come.

Come on.

Don't you dare rise
from that place

or utter one syllable
for the rest of the day.

What would uncle Reed say
to you if he were alive?

What?

My uncle Reed
is in heaven

and can see all
you do and think,

And so can my mama
and papa.

They know how you shut me
up all day and wish me dead.

Without a doubt,
Miss Jane,

you're the most wicked
and abandoned child

ever reared under a roof.

Bessie!

You awake, Miss Jane?

Yes, Bessie.

I've brought you
some nice gingerbread.

Eat it up, now.

I shan't stir
till you have.

that supper
she sent you

wasn't enough
to feed a mouse.

Would you like
some more gingerbread

or some bread and butter?

No. This is all
I want, thank you.

Now be a good girl
and go to sleep.

Now.

-Good night, miss Jane.
-Good night, Bessie.

Miss Jane, take off
your pinafore.

Have you washed your
hands and face?

Of course, but...

hurry when your told,
you troublesome child.

Go down directly.

You're wanted
at drawing room.

This is the little girl
respecting whom I applied to you.

Her size is small.
What is her age?

10 years.

So much?

Your name,
little girl.

Jane Eyre, sir.

Well, Jane Eyre,

and are you
a good child?

Perhaps the less said on that
subject the better, Mr. Brocklehurst.

I am sorry indeed
to hear it.

No sight so sad as
that of a naughty child,

especially
a naughty girl.

Do you know where the
wicked go after death?

They go to hell.

And what is hell?

Can you tell me that?

A pit full of fire.

And should you like
to fall into that pit

and be burning there
forever?

No, sir.

What must you do
to avoid it?

I must keep in good
health and not die.

How can you keep
in good health?

Children younger
than you die daily.

I buried a little child of 5
years old only a day or two since.

A good little child
whose soul is now in heaven.

It is to be feared that the
same could not be said of you,

called hence.

I hope that sigh
is from the heart

and that you repent of
having been the occasion

of discomfort to your
excellent benefactress.

Do you say your prayers,
night and morning?

Yes, sir.

-Do you read your Bible?
-Sometimes.

With pleasure?

Are you fond of it?

Bits of it.

Bits of it.
Shocking.

I have a little boy,
younger than you,

who knows 6 psalms
by heart and much else.

When you ask him whether he would
rather have a gingerbread nut

or learn a psalm,
he says, "oh, a psalm to learn".

"Angels sing psalms

and I wish to be a little angel
here below".

He then gets 2 nuts
as reward for his piety.

But psalms
are not interesting.

That proves you have
a wicked heart.

And you must pray
to God to change it.

You may sit down, Jane.

Mr. Brocklehurst, I believe I
intimated to you in my letter

that this girl's
disposition and character

is not quite what
I could wish,

should you admit her
into Lowood school…

School.

Be silent, child.

Should you consent to
do so, Mr. Brocklehurst,

I would be glad if the
superintendent and teachers

were requested to keep
a strict eye upon her,

and above all to guard
against her worst fault,

a tendency to deceit.

I mention this in your
hearing, Jane,

that you may not attempt to
impose on Mr. Brocklehurst.

Deceit is indeed
a sad fault in a child.

It is akin
to falsehood,

and all liars will
have their portion

in the lake burning
with fire and brimstone.

Amen.

She shall, however,
be watched, Mrs. Reed.

I will speak to my
headmistress, Miss Temple,

and to the teachers.

I should wish her brought up
in a manner suiting her prospects.

To be made useful and humble.

with your permission,

she will spend all her
vacations at Lowood.

You will not be burdened
with her again, Mrs. Reed.

As to your wishes,
I assure you

that the pupils at Lowood
are taught humility

as a christian grace

and that worldly pride
must be mortified.

That is a state of things
I quite approve.

Plain food, simple attire,
hardy accommodation,

and constant activity,

such is the order of the day at Lowood.

Quite right, sir.

I may depend upon your receiving
this child then, as a pupil?

Madam, you may.

And I trust she will show herself
grateful for the privilege.

I will send her to you
then, as soon as possible.

Of course. I shall write and tell
miss temple to expect a new girl.

And I must bid you
good morning. May I?

I shall return to Brocklehurst
hall in a week or so.

I am staying with my good
friend, the arch deacon,

and he will not permit me
to leave him sooner.

I see that
my carriage is ready.

Good-bye, Mrs. Reed.

Good-bye,
Mr. Brocklehurst.

Remember me
to Mrs. and Mr. Brocklehurst.

And Augusta and Theodore and
master Broughton Brocklehurst.

I will indeed.

Here is a book entitled
the child's guide.

Read it with prayer,
especially the account

of the torments inflicted in
hell upon deceitful children.

You may leave her
in our hands.

There will be
no softness.

You will return
to your room.

I am not deceitful.

If I were I should
say I loved you,

but I declare
I do not love you.

I dislike you the worst
of anyone in the world,

except john reed.

And this book about
the liar,

you may give it to
your girl, Georgiana.

She's the one who
tells lies and not I.

What more
have you to say?

I'm glad you are
no relation of mine.

I will never call you aunt
again as long as I live.

I will never come to see
you when I'm grown up,

and if anyone asks
me how I liked you

and how you treated me,

I'll say the very thought
of you makes me sick

and that you treat me
with miserable cruelty.

How dare you affirm that,
Jane Eyre?

How dare I, Mrs. Reed?

Because it is the truth.

You think I have
no feelings

and can do without one
bit of love or kindness,

but I cannot live so.

You have no pity.

People think you are
a good woman,

but you are bad
and hard-hearted.

You are deceitful.

Jane, you are
under a mistake.

Well, what is
the matter with you?

Why do you tremble
so violently?

Would you like
a drink of water?

No, Mrs. Reed.

Is there anything else
you wish for, Jane?

I desire
to be your friend.

You do not.

You told Mr. Brocklehurst
I had a bad character.

I'll tell everybody
what you are.

Jane, you do not understand
about these things.

Children must be corrected
for their faults!

Deceit is not my fault!

Oh, but you are
passionate, Jane.

That you must allow.

Oh, return
to your room, Jane.

There's a dear,
and lie down a little.

I am not your dear.

Send me to school, Mrs. Reed,
for I hate to live here.

Fred will take you
to where the coach stops

and wait with you.

What did you expect?

You would not even
bid her good-bye.

No.

That was wrong,
Miss Jane.

I was quite right,
Bessie.

Oh, you sharp
little thing.

You've got a new way
of talking.

What makes you
so venturesome?

I shall be away from
you soon...

Oh, so you're glad
to leave me.

You're not afraid
of me, are you?

I don't think I shall ever
be afraid of you again.

Because I've got
used to you.

And I will soon have another
set of people to dread.

If you dread them,
they'll dislike you.

As you do, Bessie?

I don't dislike you, Miss.

In fact I'm fonder of you
than all the others.

I dare say if I were to ask you for
a kiss you wouldn't give it to me.

I'll kiss you
and welcome.

Bend your head down.

Off you go now.

Good-bye, dear Bessie.

And good-bye, Gateshead.

You may leave her
in our hands.

There will be
no softness.