All language subtitles for BBC Jane Eyre (2006) 2 o 4 DaRmEtH

Are you injured, Sir?
- Get away from me. Witch.

What do you think of the master?

He's very changeable.

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

So you have no idea what it is to love.

I took a wrong path.

I must bear the blame for continuing on it.

Sir, Mr. Rochester, sir, wake up.

For heaven sake, sir, wake up.

Jane, are you hurt?

No, sir.

But you were nearly killed in your bed.

What happened here?
- I don't know.

I heard a noise and I followed it here.

Shall I fetch Mrs. Fairfax?
- No, what can she do?

I must fetch someone to help, sir.
- No.

Sit, Jane. Quietly.

Wait here for me. Can you do that?

It's settled.

It was a thought.

How, sir?
- I forgot. Did you say you saw anything?

Anyone?

No, I heard a laugh.

I think it was Grace Poole, sir.

Of course, you are right.

She's a singular sort of person.

She's often careless and accidents happen.

We'll say no more about it.

Go back to you room.

The servants will be up in an hour or two.

Are you going without saying goodnight?

Jane you just...

You just saved my life.

You might at least shake hands.

I knew you'd do me good
the first time I met you.

I knew I wouldn't mind being in you debt.

There is no debt, sir.

There is no debt, sir.

I'm glad I happened to be awake.

She saves me from an inferno,
and she's glad she happened to be awake.

Still she tries to go.

I'm cold, sir.
- Of course.

Of course.

And we agreed that youd never be cold again.

Well, if you must leave me...

You must.

It's a mystery how he wasn't burnt
in his bed.

He will read with a candle burning.
I told him how dangerous that is.

Morning, dear.
- Morning.

Morning, miss.

Morning Grace.

What has happened here?

Master was reading in bed again.

Fortunenately, he woke up
and no real harm was done.

That's very strange.

Did no one hear anything?

Mrs. Fairfax said she heard nothing.

She sleeps heavily.

You're young, miss.

Maybe you heard a noise.

I did.

At first I thought it was Pilot,

but Pilot can not laugh.

I'm certain I heard a laugh.

A strange one.

Hardly likely the master would laugh.
Not when he was in such danger.

I think you must have been dreaming, miss.
- I most certainly was not dreaming.

Did you open your door?

Did you see who or what it was
you thought laughed?

On the contrary.

I locked my door.
- Very wise.

It would be wise to lock you door
the moment you go to bed.

Who knows what might happen?

You're not eating again.

You ate very little at lunch time,
Miss Eyre. I hope youre not sickening.

You're very flushed.

I'm very well, thank you.

Never better.

Oh, it's a fine night.

On the whole, a very good day
for Mr. Rochester's journey.

Journey?
I didn't know he was going out.

Oh, he set off right after breakfast.

He's gone to Mr. Eshton's place
over the other side of Millcote.

He'll likely stay a fortnight or more
at the house party.

A fortnight?

Yes, I told you, he's hardly ever here
for more than a few days.

And you can say he hasn't been starved
of company these last two months.

Oh, I mean, fine and proper company,
of course, my dear.

When these fashionable, beautiful people
get together,

they're in no hurry to separate.

Single gentlemen are especially
sought after.

And Mr. Rochester is so talented in society.

The ladies are very fond of him.

He's a very fine singer.

He sings?
- Oh, yes.

He and Miss Blanche Ingram sang at a
Christmas party here some years ago.

This Miss Ingram, is she very beautiful?

Oh, good Lord, yes.

She has very fine features, brilliant eyes.

Very striking.
Well, she's the belle of the county.

She's not yet married?

No, the Ingram estate will pass to the son.

The daughters have only small fortunes.

But if she's so very beautiful,
she must have wealthy suitors.

Mr. Rochester, for example.

Well, yes, but there's a considerable
difference in age.

What of it?

There are more unequal matches
made every day.

Why, yes, dear,

but I scarcely think Mr. Rochester
would think that a good idea.

You've eaten nothing again.

Im sure you're sickening for something,
and the master's away.

I must decide whether to send
for Dr Crawford.

Im perfectly well, as I said.

Never better.

Are you sure you weren't mistaken,
Miss Eyre?

You were mistaken, Jane Eyre.

Miss Blanche Ingram is the most beautiful
and accomplished young lady.

She is right and proper company
for the master.

Miss J.E. accomplishes the teaching of
general studies, music, art and French

seeks a position of governess.

Who are you writing to, Miss Eyre?

I thought you had no one to write to.

I don't.
- We are your family now.

I wish Mr. Rochester would come back.
I am so bored.

I wouldn't wish for long.

Sometimes he leaves us for many a month,
especially in the cold winter season.

Once, he left us for a whole year
and a quarter.

Oh, that was a very long winter.

I can remember it well.

Miss Eyre, are you sick?
Your cheeks are pink.

It's very hot in here this morning, Adele.

Oh, from the master.

Mr. Rochester is not likely
to return home soon?

He's returning, all right.

Leah, come quickly.

Are you sure all this is necessary?

Oh, yes, I think so.

Well, were not sure how many houseguests
he's bringing,

but we must be sure to have more
than enough to feed them.

Oh, dear, I've never done this before.

Well, the master's never been home
long enough to have a party.

Goose eggs.

Mrs. Poole gets good wages, I suppose?

Yeah, about five times what I get.

The master's not stingy.

I wonder.

I'll race you over to the river.

There they are at last.

I must go down and greet them.

That is Mademoiselle Ingram.
She has a French name, Blanche.

And that is her sister. I think it must be.

And that's Lady Ingram, her mother.

Master says you may join the ladies
this evening.

I must start to prepare at once.
I must wear absolutely my best dress.

Adele, you think too much
of your appearance.

It's the person inside you that matters.

No one will love you for how pretty you are.

I do not think that can be right, Miss Eyre.

You must take her into the drawing room
before the guests finish dinner.

Oh, no, surely I don't have to be there.

Adele can go with Sophie.

Master's orders.
He said you must be there,

or he will come to your room
and bring you down himself.

Adele, come on.

Adele, come on.

You look alike, you move alike,
you sound alike.

You are, if I may say so,

a particularly fine example
of the split female embryo.

I hope you'll permit me
to ask you some questions.

Of course, everybody is.

Yes, that's right,
everyone is interested in us.

Lady Ingram, you don't escape our argument
so easily.

Oh, Rochester, I don't understand you.

If some people are rich and some poor,
then that is God's will.

So be it, I am satisfied.

I'm sure you are, if you're one
of the predetermined rich.

All this nonsenses.
- Adele. Sit down.

revolutions, can't we talk about
something else?

There are children and servants present.

Oh, good Lord.

What on earth is this?

It is Mr. Rochester's ward, I suppose.
The little French girl.

Mr. Rochester, I thought you were not fond
of children.

I'm not.

Then what on earth made you take on
that little doll?

Where did you pick her up?

I didn't pick her up,
she was left in my hands.

Well, you should send her to school,
where she belongs.

Our schools are expensive.

But you have a governess, I see.

There, hiding behind the screen.

Now, that's expensive,
we have to feed them both.

What are you talking about now, Rochester?

Oh, no, we don't want mother
getting started on governesses.

Were talking of governesses, Lady Ingram.

Oh, don't mention them.

Im so glad that Blanche and Mary
have no longer any need for them.

Governesses are a nuisance, all of them.

If they're not eating you out
of house and home,

they're carrying on with the tutor,
or even worse,

making eyes at the master of the house.

Really? You surprise me.

Mary, do you remember Miss Twisk,

or Twitt, or whatever she was called?

We pretended she was harbouring
a passion for Bradstock.

It was your idea.

Yes, we were very naughty.

She was so boring, poor thing.

Mother had her leave instantly, in case
she should set us a bad moral example.

You cannot be too careful, Rochester,

with a young, impressionable mind
in the house.

How do you do, Jane?

I am very well, sir.

Why did you not come up and speak to me?

I did not wish to disturb you,

you seemed engaged, sir.

It is a while since we've seen each other.

What have you been doing?

Nothing in particular.
Teaching Adele, of course.

You look a good deal paler.
What's the matter?

Nothing at all, sir.

Then return to the drawing room.

I am tired, sir.

And a little depressed, I think.

What about? Tell me.

I am not depressed.

I tell you that you are.

So depressed that you're almost...

Let me look at you.

You're about to cry.

Tell me, Jane.

Why are you crying?

I am not crying.

Tonight, you are excused.

But I expect you to appear
in the drawing room...

every evening after dinner.

Every evening, mind.

It is my wish.

Miss Eyre,

why are you not dressed for riding?

I do not ride, sir.

Well. Then you must learn.

Come, join us by the fire.

We will not be able to hunt today,
I'm afraid,

with the weather so changeable.

No, or go on a walk. And my book
has gone missing again.

My book, you know, The Beast Within.

Oh, I wish you wouldn't, my dear.

How do you dare read those novels?

But it's very exciting.
It is about a man who commits a crime.

He spends the dark hours raging about
like an animal,

and then, in the morning,
he goes about his business

and no one suspects a thing.

Nonsense.

You don't think it possible that someone
who seems perfectly serene...

and unspectacular from the outside...

could be capable of committing
horrific crimes?

Certainly not a Christian man.

Although I'm sure that Mr. Eshton
has all sorts of new ideas about that.

For once, I must admit ignorance.

The brain is a vast and wonderful landscape.

We've not even begun to navigate
its mysteries.

We do not know why it malfunctions.

We are in the very infancy of its science.

Science again.
You make it all sound so very grand.

God gives people good blood and
bad blood, and there's an end to it.

When Mary and I were in Paris,
we went to see the savage boy.

The one who had lived all his life
in the woods...

and could only talk a little gibberish.

If you could call it talk.

That's what Im talking about.
That child had bad blood.

You can clean it, dress it up,

but you will never make it good.

You were born bad, Jane Eyre,
and you will die bad.

Miss Eyre, is it your opinion
that children are born...

the way God intended them to be,

that bad blood will always be bad blood?

Or can you discipline such a child?

Excuse me?
- Of course you should.

That's common sense.

I think it wise that...

Since we must live with the adult,

I think it prudent to treat a child
as if they had feelings.

Really?

Feelings?

A child has no more feelings
than that dog over there.

I would have thought that if you...

Please, Miss Eyre, continue.

Mr. Eshton wishes to hear your opinion.

I think that all children...

whether they are thought to be
of good blood or bad blood...

deserve to be given the chance to love...

and to be loved.

I do not see the use of punishing a child
with beatings and harsh words.

What's the use of punishment
from a governess?

You must send that child off to school
immediately, Rochester.

All this talk of tainted blood is wearisome.

I know my blood's up.

You're the best horsewoman in the county.
Shall we ride?

Oh, regarde.

Jane.

Where are you going?

I have to speak to Mrs. Fairfax.

She allows Adele to eat
too many sugary things.

Afterwards, I'll join you
in the drawing room.

You might even enjoy yourself.

We'll be playing games later.

Don't tell me you don't approve
of games, Jane.

What do you think of Miss Ingram, Jane?

I suppose I must choose a bride,

as all about me seem to wish it.

Is that what they're saying?

To preserve this great estate of mine,
I must have an heir.

Is that what the gossip requires?

I know nothing of gossip, sir.

Well, then, Jane, your honest opinion.

Do you think Miss Ingram a good choice?

Do you think I'm in love
with Miss Ingram, Jane?

I know nothing of love, sir.

Don't be late, Jane.

It won't be long before the games begin.

There it is.
There is my book, The Beast Within.

It was sitting there all the time.

But I'm sure I looked there this morning.

Maybe the ghost took it.

The ghost?

The ghost.

Sophie says it walks the corridors at night.

It eats the gateaux from the kitchen
and it laughs in the dark.

A ghost at Thornfield?
How exciting.

You never mentioned it.

She walks in the corridor
with the painting of the mad people.

Sophie says she goes cold and shivers
when she...

Sophie is from Marseille,

which means that she wears three
or four outer garments even in July.

Our English weather feeds her
overactive French imagination.

You disappoint me.

Maybe we could tell each other
ghostly stories.

I'm in need of a little danger.

Ghost stories are not of interest.

How do you know if they're true?

But, my dear Blanche, if the ladies
are interested, I know a game.

If you are not afraid of things
that we might not be able to explain.

The supernatural?

What are you up to, Edward?

You're interested in experiments,
aren't you?

Well, I hope you know what you're doing.

L

O

V

E

Love.

Who's next?

Blanche, are you ready?

Of course I am.

H

E

A

R

T

H-E-A-R-T
Heart.

Oh, Blanche.

It means that you have given
your heart to someone.

Do tell us. As if we didn't know.

L

E

S

S

Less Heart.
What can that mean?

Less heart.

Heartless.
- Oh, heartless.

Oh, dear Blanche.
No, I'm sure it's made a mistake.

It must think you're someone else.

You were right, Mr. Eshton.
This is a silly game.

I'm rather tired.
I think I shall read in bed.

Be careful of your candle, my darling.

Morning.

You don't think it possible that someone
who seems perfectly serene...

and unspectacular from the outside,

could hide a beast within them?

Ill be away all day on business.

I'm sure youll be able to amuse yourselves.

Don't be too late.

I'll be back by sundown.

Don't misbehave, now.

Pilot

I think that gown Miss Blanche Ingram
has the blue.

I think it the most beautiful dress
I have ever seen.

It is Monsieur Rochester, he is back.

You said we could finish.
- He is early.

Who is this?

He is tres beau, mademoiselle, nest-ce pas?

A foreigner, I think.

Although, quite a nice chap.

Mason's the name. Says he met Rochester
in the West Indies.

And I think the twins have taken
a bit of a shine to him.

Speak up, man. What's the matter?

It's an old gypsy lady, madam.

Come to tell fortunes.

She refuses to leave,
and with the master away...

Tell her to go or well set the dogs on her.

No, tell her to stay.

There are ladies present who wish
to have their fortunes told.

But what would Rochester say?
- Well, he's not here, is he?

I'm brave enough, if you arent.

Now, where's your lover?

Blanche, what happened?
What did the gypsy lady say to you?

Rochester was right.

She talked absolute nonsense, nothing in it.

You can amuse yourselves with her
if you want.

Yes.

I'm sorry, miss.

She said she wouldn't leave
until she had seen everyone.

And youre the only one
who hasn't had her fortune told.

She would not leave
until I had brought you here.

That's all right, George. Don't worry.

I'll wait outside in case there's trouble.

No, George, you may go. Im not frightened.

Youre not afraid?
- Of course not.

Do you wish me harm?

The others were afraid of my magic.

Of my dark arts.

Of what I knew of their worst thoughts
and desires.

Surely you noticed that some who
entered this room with confidence...

are now disappointed
with what I've revealed?

Do you not believe in hell
and the supernatural, Miss Eyre?

I believe what I believe.

Youre a very confident young woman
for someone who has never loved.

Who has only had one true friend.

Who was snatched away prematurely.

Where was it? Lowood school.

There, now. I've impressed you.

These matters are not generally known,
for sure,

but they are facts.

There are the truth.

You may have found them out by mortal means.

Well said, Miss Eyre.

I can see I'm going to have
to prove my powers.

To see into your soul.

To reveal a hidden secret
that no one else could possibly know.

What were your thoughts, for instance,

when you came to me this evening?

It's very pleasant company, is it not?
Such as you've never known.

And after the long months
here alone at Thornfield,

with only the child and the housekeeper.

What do you think of them?

I do not think of them.

Of their opinions and their tastes?

I do not care for theirs any more
than I'm sure they care for mine.

Is there no one in the company
who you share feelings with?

What about the master of the house?

He is not here today.

He is soon to be married, is he not,

to the beautiful Blanche Ingram?

I don't know.

I thought it was you
that could predict the future.

Anyway,

I have paid you for my future,
not Mr. Rochesters.

Oh, Mr. Rochester is to be married.

I know that for sure, everyone does.

I see that this news affects you.

You talk nonsense, old lady.

I shall leave you now
and send in the next foot.

It is over. What do you wish me to do?

What is it? Who is there?

Show yourself immediately,
or I'll call a servant.

Sir.

Thank you. You've done well today.

You've given me a deal to think about
and amused me greatly.

Now, Jane, don't be too cross.

Im not angry, Im surprised.

Surely you don't begrudge me
this little diversion.

The old lady provided me
with an afternoon's amusement,

and our guests were given a mirror
to hold up to themselves.

Not undeservedly, surely?

They are your guests, sir, not mine.

But I believe you got that woman
in to talk nonsense to me...

so that I might talk nonsense back,

and that was not fair, sir.

No.

No, it was not fair.

But how else am I to find out
what you think, Jane?

But don't worry,
you didn't talk nonsense, so,

allwell, isn'tit?

And you're not angry with me?

I don't know.

I have to think about it.

But I expect I'll manage
to forgive you, eventually.

Aren't you curious to find out...

what my gypsy predicted for Miss Ingram?

I bet the drawing room's buzzing
with excitement.

They have plenty to discuss, sir.

Even the stranger who arrived this morning.

What stranger?

His name is Mason.

I believe he's visiting from overseas.

What is it, sir?

Oh, Jane.

I wish I were on a desert island somewhere,

with only you for company.

Tell me.

If all those people in the drawing room,

if they cast me out and spat at me,

what would you do?

I should try to comfort you, sir.

Can I help you, sir?
I'd do anything for you.

What if I asked you to do
something for me that was wrong?

I know.

I know the answer, Jane. You could not.

Thank you.

Jane,

Do you believe in redemption?

If you have sinned, you can be redeemed.

Do you mind if I ask some questions
about your habits?

How about your clothes?

Did you come down this morning and find
that you had dressed the same?

Yes.

Mason, my dear fellow.

What a surprise. How good to see you again.

What was it?
- Did you hear it?

Yes, I thought it was...

I only go away for a day on business,

and you overexcite yourselves
like children...

with you occult games and conversations.

But we all heard a cry.

Didn't we, Lady Lynn?
- Yes.

Surely we all heard something.
- Someone had a bad dream.

Brought on by a combination
of the visit from our gypsy friend...

and too much grouse at dinner.

Are you sure were all safe?

I am sure.

Anyway, my amazon, what have you
to fear from the night hours?

It's bad enough having strange shrieking,
never mind governesses creeping up on us.

She's pale as a ghost.
- Well, my Lady.

I shall escort you back
to your room personally.

Come, everyone, back to bed.

I'm ready.

Are you hurt, sir?

It's nothing.

Come, we must be silent.

Are we going to the North Tower?

Do you want to go back?

No, sir.

I forgot to ask,
do you faint at the sight of blood?

I don't know.

Wait here.

Here.

Richard.

Jane, come here.

You must press this hard on the wound.

I'm going now to get the doctor.
He'll have you good as new by morning.

Richard, do not say anything of what
has happened or I will not be responsible.

Jane, I have to leave you here...

while Im gone for an hour or so.

No conversation.

I could not stop her.

Be calm.

She has killed me.

You will not die.

I will not let you die.

She' she done for me.

Nonsense, the doctor's here,
you're in no danger.

There are teeth marks here.

She sucked my blood.

She said she would drain my heart.

I warned you.

I told you not to do anything
until I could be with you.

Hurry up, Carter.
We need him out of here before sunrise.

Take care of him at your house.

I'll head over in a day or two
to see how he does.

Edward.

Take care of her as tenderly as you can.

I'll do my best,

as I always have and always will.

Stay a while outside with me.

This house is a dungeon.

It's a prison.

It's a lovely morning...

after such a turbulent night, hey, Jane.

Yes, sir.

Were you frightened?

I was afraid, sir.

Quietly, go in the back entrance.

Everything all right, miss?
- What do you want?

Mrs. Fairfax asked me to tell you,
you have a visitor.

Oh, excuse me, miss.

It is you, miss Jane.

Don't you recognise me?

Bessie.

Oh, look at you. Miss Eyre.

I always said Jane Eyre would grow up
to be a fine, accomplished young lady.

Not quite a beauty, all told,

but a credit to us.

Im glad not to be of discredit
to you, Bessie.

Oh, Bessie, what's happened?

And I'm hoping you're not going to
disappear once more on your travels.

I suppose you might like
to travel yourself one day.

Does Miss Eyre need to speak to you?

Excuse, me.

Well, Jane.

Sir, I need to have a leave of absence
for a week or two.

To see a sick lady who's asked for me.

What sick lady?

Her name is Reed. She's my uncle's wife.

Uncle?

You told me you had no family.

My aunt cast me off when I went to school.

Why?

Because I was poor.
And she did not like me.

And she sent you to Lowood...

without so much as a word
or a visit in nearly 10 years?

So why does she suddenly wish
to see you now?

Her son John is dead.

He ruined himself.
She is now struck down with this misfortune.

I'll only be gone two weeks, I hope.
- Two weeks?

That's not possible.

And you have company, sir.

Very well.

But promise me that you will not stay
with this undeserving aunt more than a week.

I cannot promise. She is dying.

I cannot set a time on that.

Of course you will go.

How have I the power to stop you?

Well, you must have some money.

You can't travel without money.

I haven't given you any salary yet,
remember?

How much have you, Jane?

In all the world?

Five shillings, sir.

Here. Take 50 pounds.
- No, sir.

You only owe me 15.
I have no change.

I don't want change, Jane, you know that.

Take you wages.

You're right.

Better not give you all that.
You might stay away for three months.

Here, there's ten.

Well, isn't that enough?
- Yes, sir.

But you still owe me five.

Then come back for it.

Sir.

I have to ask you something else,
a matter of business.

You have as good as said
you intend to be married.

Really?

That's been settled, then, has it?

You've decided Miss Ingram
is to be my bride?

Now I see it.

You're going to prevail upon this miserable
family to find you a new situation.

Ungrateful girl. Admit it.

No, sir.
I told you, they do not like me, sir.

To offer such a service...

I shall advertise.
- Devil you will. Advertise.

I wish I'd only offered you a sovereign,
not 10 whole pounds.

Give me back nine.

Jane, I have need of it.
- No, sir.

I do not trust you.

So, Jane.

Etiquette.

How do we say goodbye? Teach me.
I'm not quite up to it.

We say farewell...

or anything else we might prefer.

Farewell, Mr. Rochester, for the present.

And what must I say in return?

The same, if you like.

Then I will say...

Don't go, Jane.

What will I do without your help?

Sir, you will not be in danger.

Rochester?

Edward?
- Sir, please.

Get along.