All language subtitles for Jane Eyre Afl.6.English

You don't turn sick
at the sight of blood?

I think I should not.
I have never been tried yet.

Wait here.

I will do as you say, sir.

That was Grace Poole.

Here, Jane.

Mr. Mason!

The salts.

Is there any danger?

No, man. A mere scratch.
Don't be so overcome.

Bear up. I'll fetch
a surgeon for you myself.

We'll be able to remove you
by morning, I hope.

-Jane.
-Sir?

I must leave you in this room
with this gentleman for an hour,

-perhaps two.
-Yes, sir.

Take the sponge

and wipe away the blood
whenever it begins to flow.

If he feels faint, there's a
glass of water on that stand.

Put it to his lips
and use the salts.

Very well.

You will not speak to him.
on any pretext.

Hurry, Rochester.

And Richard,

it will be at peril of your
life if you speak to her.

Open your lips,
agitate yourself,

and I'll not be answerable
for the consequences.

Remember, not one word
must be spoken.

Not one word.

Mr. Mason.

Try to keep
your eyes open. Try!

Now, Carter,
be on the alert.

-How is he?
-Just breathing, sir.

Dress the wound.
Bandage him properly.

But is he fit to move, sir?

He's got to be. I give you but a
half an hour to get him downstairs.

Look, it's nothing vital.
Set to work.

How are you, Richard?

She's done for me,
I fear.

No, not a whit. Courage, man.
You've lost a little blood, that's all.

Carter, assure him
there's no danger.

Oh, I can do that truthfully,
sir, but how is this?

The flesh near the shoulder
here is torn as well as cut.

There are
teeth marks here.

She bit like a tigress when
Rochester got the knife from her.

You shouldn't have yielded! You
should have grappled with her!

She looked so quiet at first.
I thought I could do some good.

You thought. You thought!

Well,
you've suffered enough.

Carter, hurry.

I must have him off
before sunrise.

I must look to
this other wound, sir.

She's had
her teeth here too.

She sucked the blood.
She said she'd drain my heart.

Oh, come, Richard.
Be silent, man.

Don't repeat
her gibberish.

I cannot forget it.

You will when you're
out of the country.

You may think of her
as dead and buried.

Never.

Ah, have some
energy, man.

You thought you were dead
as a herring 2 hours since.

You're alive.

I'll make you decent
in a trice.

Doctor…

Jane, give me some water.

You must allow me the liberty
of administering my own medicine.

There, drink.

Drink.

But will it hurt me?

Drink it, Richard.

There. You'll be able to stand
with help in a few minutes.

Jane, get down to my room.

Open the wardrobe,
bring me a clean shirt.

Get Mason's cloak
from his room.

Come back and tell me if
anybody is about. Be quick.

Keep him at your house
till he's quite well.

Take care of him.

I'll ride over in a few days
and see how he is.

How are you feeling
now, Richard?

The fresh air
revives me.

-Edward…
-What is it?

Let her be taken care of.

Let her be treated
tenderly.

Let…

I do my best.

have done,
and shall do.

It's been a strange night
for you, Jane.

You look pale.

Were you afraid when
I left Mason with you?

I was afraid of something
in that other room.

I'd locked the door.

I'd have been a very careless
shepherd if I'd left a lamb,

my pet lamb, unguarded
so near a wolf's den.

Will Grace Poole
stay here now, sir?

Oh, yes.

Don't trouble yourself
about her.

Put it out of your mind.

But your life is not safe
while she stays.

I'll take care
of myself.

Is the danger you feared when
Mr. Mason came gone by now, sir?

I cannot vouch for that
till Mason is out of the country.

Nor even then.

To live, for me, Jane,
is to stand on a crater-crust

that may crack
and spew fire any day.

Now you look puzzled.
And it's cold.

Not another word
till you've been nourished.

But sir…

Do as you are told.

Brandy and biscuits
will do.

No servants needed.

Now, Jane,

you are my little friend,
are you not?

I like to serve you, sir,
and obey you in all that is right.

Precisely.

In all that is right.
Only that.

Well,

like Mason, you too
now have power over me.

You may injure me
by speaking.

I dare not
tell you more.

If you have no more
to fear from Mr. Mason

than you have from me, sir,
you're very safe.

God grant it may be so.

Sit here.
I want you by me.

What, you hesitate?

Would that be wrong, Jane?

Now, Jane, I'll put
a case to you.

Suppose you were no longer
a girl well reared

but a wild boy
indulged in childhood.

Imagine yourself in
a remote foreign land.

Conceive that there
you commit

a capital error,

never mind what,

but one whose consequences
must follow you through life

and taint every hour
of your existence.

An error?

An error, not a crime.

No shedding of blood
or any other guilty act.

I speak of error.

Now, in time,

the consequences of what you have done
become utterly insupportable.

Hope has quitted you.

You seek relief in exile,

happiness in a heartless
sensual pleasure.

After years of wandering,
you come home,

heart-weary
and soul-withered.

And then
you meet someone.

Never mind who or how.

And you find the goodness
you have sought for 20 years.

Such society revives,
regenerates.

You long
to recommence your life

in a way more worthy
of an immortal being.

Are you justified,
to attain this end,

in over-leaping
an obstacle of custom,

a mere impediment
of convention?

Is that person justified
in daring the world's opinion

to attach this gentle,
gracious life to his own?

No human can help
as God can, sir.

But I have found
the being, Jane.

You have noticed my tender penchant
for Miss Blanche Ingram.

Do you not think
if I married her

she would regenerate me
with a vengeance?

Yes, sir.

To you I can talk of my lovely one,
for now you have seen her.

Yes, sir.

She is a rare one,
is she not, Jane?

Yes, sir.

A strapper.

A real strapper.

It seems
a fine enough morning.

It will be
when the sun is well up.

Leave later.

And so you've already
dined with your pupil?

Yes. She will spend the rest
of the afternoon with her nurse.

Excuse me, Miss.

I must go
and find my husband.

There's someone
to see you, Miss,

in Miss fairfax's room.

Thank you, John.

I daresay you hardly
remember me, Miss,

but my name is Leaven.

Robert! How do you?

You're married to Bessie.
How is she?

She is very hearty,
thank you, Miss,

and so are the children.
We have 3 now.

But the family
at the house,

well, they're very badly.
In great trouble.

Your aunt, mrs. Reed,
is very ill.

You see, Mr. John, your cousin,
he died a week yesterday in London.

Bessie told me he was
ruining his health.

They say
he killed himself.

The news of Mr. John's
death and the manner of it,

it came too suddenly
for the missus.

She'd borne too much
already.

It brought on a stroke.

Will she live?

All I know, Miss, is that
she was 3 days without speaking.

but then she kept trying
to say something

and kept making signs
to my wife and mumbling.

Well, it was only
yesterday morning

Bessie made out
she was saying your name.

"Bring Jane".

"Fetch Jane Eyre.
I want to speak to her".

If you can
get ready, Miss,

I should like
to take you back with me.

Yes, Robert. I shall go.

Aye, Bessie said
you would.

I shall have to ask
for leave first.

I'll do that now.

Oh, I have no end
of mystifications.

Try our wits
on this one.

Come in.

Now, Mr. Rochester,
take any card.

Mr. Rochester,
I'm sorry to have intruded.

That person
appears to want you.

Does she?

Miss Eshton, kindly oblige Miss Ingram
by taking a card.

If you ladies
will excuse me.

Well, Jane?

If you please, sir,

I want a leave of absence
for a week or two.

What to do?
Where to go?

To see a sick lady
who has sent for me.

What sick lady?

-Where does she live?
-At Gateshead, sir.

Well, that's
a hundred miles off.

Who may she be that she sends
for people to see her at that distance?

Her name is Reed, sir.
Mrs. Reed.

Reed of Gateshead?

There was a Reed of
Gateshead, a magistrate.

It is his widow, sir. Mr. Reed
was my mother's brother.

-It's miles off.
-Yes, sir, but I shall go.

-And how long will you stay?
-As short a time as possible.

Promise me you will
only stay a week.

I had better not give my word.
I might be obliged to break it.

But you will come back.

You won't let them
persuade you to stay there.

I will of course return
if all be well.

And who goes with you?

You can't go all
that way on your own.

The coachman, sir.

His wife keeps the lodge.
They're old friends.

-When do you wish to leave?
-As soon as I am packed, sir.

Well, you'll need
some money.

I've given you
no salary.

How much have you
in the world, Jane?

5 shillings, sir.

Here.

It is 50 pounds, sir.
You owe me but 15.

-I have no change.
-I don't want change.

Right. Right.

Here

is 2, 3, 4, 5,
6, 8, 10.

Is it enough?

Yes, sir.
But now you owe me 5.

Come back for it, then.

Mr. Rochester.

I think this a proper time
to mention another matter.

I'm curious to hear it.

You have as good as informed me
you are shortly to be married.

Yes. What then?

In that case, sir, Adèle
ought to go to school.

To get her out
of my bride's way, you mean,

who might otherwise
walk over her.

There's sense in that.

And you, Jane?

I must seek another
situation elsewhere, sir.

You must.

With the help of
your family, I suppose.

No, sir. I am not
on such terms with them.

I shall advertise.

You shall walk up
the pyramids of Egypt!

I wish I had not given
you that money now, Jane.

Give me back 9 pounds.
Look, I've a use for it.

So have I, sir.

You little niggard.

Well, give me 5 pounds, then.

Not 5 shillings
nor 5 pence, sir.

-Just let me look at the money.
-No, sir. You are not to be trusted.

Promise me
you won't advertise.

Look, if you want a situation,
I'll find you one in time.

I shall be glad to, sir,

if you, in your turn,
will promise that I and Adèle

shall both be safe out of the house
before your bride enters it.

I give you my word on it.

So.

-You're off, then?
-Yes.

Then it seems that you and I
must bid good-bye for a little while.

How do people perform
that ceremony, Jane?

Teach me.
I'm not quite up to it.

They say "farewell"
or any form they prefer.

Then say it.

Farewell, Mr. Rochester.
for the present.

Farewell, Miss Eyre,
for the present.

-Is that all?
-Yes.

So.

You'll do no more
than say "farewell", Jane?

It is enough, sir.

Very likely.

But it is blank and cool.

Farewell.

How do you do,
Miss Eyre?

I'm very well,
thank you, cousin Eliza.

I hope you are well.

How do you do,
Miss Eyre?

I trust the journey
was tolerable.

It was, indeed, thank
you, cousin Georgiana.

May I sit down?

Oh, do.

I hear Mrs. Reed
has rallied a little.

Oh, mama, you mean.
She is extremely poorly.

I doubt if you can
see her tonight.

If you would just step
upstairs and tell her I am here,

I should be
much obliged to you.

I know she had
a particular desire to see me,

and I would not wish
to keep her waiting.

Mama dislikes being
disturbed in the evening.

I shall just step out
to Bessie and ask her

to ascertain whether Mrs. Reed
is disposed to receive me.

Excuse me.

It is I, aunt Reed.

Who? Who are you?

Aunt?

Who calls me aunt?

Oh. I know you.

You are like Jane Eyre.

I am Jane.
You sent Bessie for me.

I am very ill.

I know.

I was trying to turn myself
a few minutes since.

I cannot move a limb.

It is as well,

I should ease my mind
before I die.

What one thinks
little of in life

burdens us
at such an hour as this.

Is there no one
in the room but you?

We are alone, aunt.

Well,

I have twice
done you a wrong

which I regret now.

One was in breaking the promise
I gave my husband

to bring you up
as my own child.

The other…

anyhow…

perhaps it is
of no great importance.

I may get better.

To humble myself to her
is painful.

Well,

I must get it over.

Eternity is before me.

I had better tell you.

Behind you
is my dressing case.

Open it.

You will see
a letter there.

Read it.

"Madam, will you please
have the goodness

to send me the address
of my niece, Jane Eyre,

and tell me how she is?"

"It is my intention
to write shortly

and desire to her to
come to me at Madeira."

"Providence has blessed my endeavors
to secure a competency,

and as I am unmarried
and childless,

I wish to adopt her
during my life

and bequeath her at my death
whatever I may have to leave."

"I am, madam,
yours very faithfully.

John Eyre, Madeira."

Why did I never hear of this?
It is dated 3 years back.

Because I disliked you
too much

ever to help you
to prosperity.

I could not forget
your conduct to me, Jane,

when you turned on me
in such fury

and declared
that you abhorred me

worse than anybody
in the world.

You frightened me.

Bring me some water.

Make haste.

Please,
think no more of it.

Let it pass
from your mind.

Forgive me. I was a child.
It was 9 years ago.

I tell you
I could not forget it

and I took my revenge.

I wrote to your uncle.

I said Jane Eyre was dead.

She died of the typhus
at Lowood.

Now act as you please.

Write and contradict
my assertions.

Expose my falsehood
as soon as you can.

You were born
to be my torment.

My last hour is racked
by the memory of a deed

which, but for you, I should
never have been tempted to commit.

If you could be persuaded
to think no more of it, aunt,

and to regard me with
kindness and forgiveness.

You have a very bad disposition.

My disposition is not
so bad as you think.

I am passionate,
but not vindictive.

Many times as a child, I wanted
to love you if you'd have let me.

Don't bend over me.

You oppress me.

Love me, then,
or hate me.

As you wish.

You have my free
and full forgiveness.

Ask now for God's
and be at peace.

Bessie? Bessie,
she's in a stupor!

Oh, I cannot. I cannot.

With her constitution,

she could have lived
to a good old age.

Her life was shortened
by trouble.

Subtitles edited by Hai Hung
Revised by Héctor Lahoz