All language subtitles for jane.eyre.1983.episode.06.a.death.in.the.family.dvdrip.xvid-aaf

You don't sound sick of a tank of blood.

I think I have not. I've never been
tried.

Wait there.

I

will

do as you say, sir.

Here, Jane.

The sauce.

Is there any danger?

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

Bear up.

I'll fetch a surgeon for you myself.
He'll be able to remove you by morning,

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,

glass of water on that stand.

Put it to his lips and use the salt.

You will not speak to him on any
pretext.

Harry, your Majesty.

And Richard.

It will be a 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.

Mr. Mason.

Try to keep your eyes open. Try.

You can't be on the alone.

How is he?

Test the wound. Bandage him properly.

Is he fit to move, sir?

He's got to be. I'll give you about 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. Ah, not a
witch.

Courage, man. You've lost a little
blood, that's all.

Carter, assure him there's no danger.

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

The flesh near the shoulder here is torn
as well as cut. There are teeth marks.

Yes, she bit like a tiger when Rochester
got the knife.

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.

Oh,

you've suffered enough.

Carter, hurry.

I must have him off before sunrise.

I must look to this other wound, sir.

She's had a 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.

When you're out of the country, you may
think of her as dead and buried.

Never. Oh, have some energy, man.

You thought you were dead as a herring
two 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, drink, drink it, Richard.

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's
about.

Be quick.

I'll 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.

Edwin, what is it?

Let her be taken care of.

Let her be treated tenderly.

Let... I do my best.

Has 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 lock the door.

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

A 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 of fear of Mr.

Mason came and gone by now, sir?

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

Nor even them.

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

Brandy and biscuits will do.

No servants needed.

Now, Jane.

You are my little friend, are you not?

I'd like to serve 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

very safe.

God grant it may be so.

Sit here. I want you by me.

Would 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 from

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 overleaping 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 if God can, sir.

I have found the being, Jane.

You've 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 scrapper.

It seems a fine enough morning. It will
be when the sun is well up.

Leave later.

You already died with your pupil?

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

Excuse me, miss.

I must go and find my husband.

There's someone to see you, Miss, in
Miss Fairfax's room.

Oh, thank you, John.

I dare say you hardly remember me, Miss,
but my name is Levin.

Robert, how do you do?

You're married to Bessie. How is she?
She's very hearty, thank you, Miss.

And so are the children.

We have three 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.

All 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 three
days without speaking.

But then she kept trying to say
something and kept making signs to me

mumbling.

Well, it was only yesterday morning
Bessie made out she was saying your

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.

All right.

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 your wits on this one.

Come in.

Now, Mr. Rochester, take any card.

Mr. Rochester, I'm afraid I've intruded.

That person appears to want you.

Does she?

Miss Ashton kindly obliged Miss Ingram
by taking a card.

If the ladies will excuse me.

Well, Jane?

If you please, sir, I want to leave of
absence for a week or two.

And 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, it'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?

Who is a Reed of Gateshead, a
magistrate?

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

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

How long will you stay?

As short a time as possible. Promise me
you'll only stay a week.

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

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? I mean, you can't
go all that way on your own.

Coachman, sir. His wife keeps the lodge.
They're old friends.

When do you wish to leave?

Soon as I'm packed, sir.

Well, you'll need some money.

I've given you no salary.

How much have you in the world, Jane?

Five shillings, sir.

It is 50 pounds, sir. You owe me but 15.
I have no change.

I don't want change.

Right.

Right.

Here... is...

two, three, four, five, six, eight...

Yes, sir.

But now you owe me five.

Come back for it, then.

Mr. Rochester.

I think this is 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, Adele ought to go to
school.

To get her out of my bride's way, you
mean? I 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'm not on such terms with
them. I shall advertise.

You shall walk up the pyramids of Egypt.

Look, I wish I'd not given you that
money now, Jane. Give me back nine

Look, I've a use for it. So have I, sir.

You little niggard.

Well, give me five pounds, then.

Not five shillings, nor five 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 and your turn will promise.

That I and Adele shall both be safe out
of the house before your bride enters

it. I'll give you my word on it.

So... You're off, then.

Yes.

And it seems that you and I must bid
goodbye 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?

So, he'll do no more than say, farewell,
Jane.

It is enough of that.

Very likely.

But it is blank and cool.

Farewell.

How do you do, Miss Eyre?

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

I hope you are well.

How do you do, Miss Eyre?

I trot the journey with 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'm 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.

Ma 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.

I know you.

You are like Jane Eyre.

I am Jane.

You sent Bessie for me.

I'm 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, you're Leonard.

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 make it better to humble myself to
her.

Well,

I must get it off.

Eternity.

It's before me.

I had better tell you.

Behind you is my dressing case.

Open it.

You will see a letter there.

Read it.

Will you please have the goodness to
send me the address of my niece, Jane

and tell me how she is?

It is my intention to write shortly and
desire her to come to me at Madeira.

Providence has blessed my endeavours 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
A. Madeira.

Why did I never hear of you?

You dated three years back.

Because I disliked you too much ever to
help you to prosperity.

I could not forget your conduct, Jane,
when you...

Turned on me in such fury and declared
that you abhorred me worse than

anybody in the world You frightened me

It passed from your mind.

Forgive me, I was a child. It was nine
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 wracked 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'm passionate, but not vindictive.

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

Oh, I cannot.

I cannot.

With her constitution, she could have
lived to a good old age.

Her life was shortened by trouble.