All language subtitles for jane.eyre.1983.episode.08.a.secret.is.revealed.dvdrip.xvid-aaf

Marriage cannot go on.

Proceed. I cannot proceed without some
inquiry as to what has been said.

I'm in a condition to prove my
allegation.

An insuperable impediment to this
marriage exists.

Please explain, sir.

It consists in the existence of a
previous marriage.

Mr. Rochester has a wife now living.

My name is Briggs. I am a solicitor of
Grey's Inn, London.

And you would thrust on me a wife?

I affirm and can prove that on the 20th
of October, 1820, Edward Fairfax

Rochester of Thornfield Hall was married
to my sister, Bertha Antoinette Mason,

daughter of Jonas Mason Merchant, and of
Antoinette Mason, his wife, a Creole,

at St. Michael's Church.

Spanish town, Jamaica.

Record of the marriage will be found in
the register of the church.

A copy is appended to this statement.

Signed, Richard Mason.

That, if a genuine document, may prove I
have been

married, it does not prove the woman
therein mentioned as my wife is still

living.

She was living three months ago.

How do you know?

I have a witness to the fact whose
testimony even you, sir, will scarcely

controvert.

Produce him or go to hell.

Have the goodness to step forward, sir.

Please understand, I again demand, what
in the devil's name

have you to say?

Mr. Rochester, do not forget you are in
a sacred place.

Sir, Mr.

Rochester may have been married, but are
you quite sure that his wife is still

living?

She is in Thornfield Hall.

Impossible.

I've served this parish for many years.

I've never heard of a Mrs. Rochester at
Thornfield Hall.

No, by God.

I took care none should hear of it.

Or of her under that name.

Wood, close your book. Take on the
service.

Don't leave the church. There will be no
wedding today.

All of you.

Follow me.

Good morning, Mrs. Poole.

And how is your charge today?

Oh, intolerable today, sir.

Right, gentlemen.

There you see my lawful wedded wife.

Look at her.

Look at her!

And this is what I wished to have.

This young girl who stands so grave and
quiet at the mouth of hell.

Bigom is an ugly word.

I'm meant to be a bigomist.

But fate has outmaneuvered me or
providence checked me.

Amen. Aye.

Amen!

Bertha Mason is mad.

She comes of a mad family. Idiots and
maniacs for three generations.

Her own mother among them.

As I found out after I had wed the
daughter.

For the whole family was silent upon the
secret before.

Including her brother.

My friend, Richard Mason.

Eh, Richard?

Never fear.

I'd soon strike a woman as you.

Now judge whether I had a right to break
the compact and seek sympathy with a

human being.

This girl knew no more than you.

She thought all was fair and legal.

She never dreamt she was going to be
trapped into a feigned union with a

defrauded wretch.

Now judge me.

And remember with what judgment ye judge
ye shall be judged.

Off with you now.

I must attend to my wife.

Madam.

You are, of course, cleared from all
blame.

Your uncle, if indeed he should still be
living, will be glad to hear of it.

My uncle?

What do you know of my uncle?

Mr. John Eyre, with whom you lately and
for the first time entered into

communication.

You wrote to him of your intended union
with Mr. Rochester.

What of it?

How do you know Mr. Eyre?

Mr. Mason is acquainted with Mr. Eyre
and happened to stop off at Madeira to

recruit his health.

He called on him and Mr. Eyre spoke of
you and your forthcoming marriage to a

Mr. Rochester of Thornfield.

Mr. Mason, in great distress, revealed
the true state of matters.

You... No, your uncle is confined to a
thick bed.

No, he never wrote of it.

Alas, he is unlikely ever to rise from
it.

He was much alarmed and implored Mr.
Mason to hasten back to England to save

from the snare into which you had
fallen, referring him to me for

I am thankful that I was not too late.

As doubtless you must be also.

It is all, sir.

I am certain your uncle will be dead
before you could go to him at Madeira.

I think you'd better remain in England
until you hear from Mr. Eyre.

Or from me.

I've been waiting for you long enough.

So you shun me.

You shut yourself up and grieve alone.

And rather you'd upbraided me with
vehemence.

Impassionate, I expected a scene.

I was prepared for the hot rain of
tears.

But I wanted them on my breast.

I was wrong.

You've not wept at all.

Well, Jane?

Not a word of reproach.

Nothing bitter.

Nothing poignant.

Jane... I never meant to wound you thus.

No, I'm a scoundrel, Jane.

Yes, sir.

And tell me so roundly and sharply.

I'm tired and sick.

I need some water.

How are you now, Jane?

Much better.

I'll taste the wine again.

You want to kiss the husband of Bertha
Mason?

No.

You say nothing.

You're thinking how to act. I know you.
I'm on my guard.

I do not wish to act against you. You
will say this man nearly made me his

mistress. I must be ice and rock to him.
All is changed.

I must change too.

There's only one way.

Adele must have a new governess.

Oh, Adele will go to school. I've
arranged that already.

And you, Jane, you shall not stay in
this accursed place, this stone hell

its imprisoned fiend.

How can you speak so of her?

She cannot help being mad.

Oh, Jane, my little darling.

So I will call you, for so you are.

You must judge me. It's not because
she's mad that I hate her.

Look, I have a place to retire to.

A secure retreat.

Tomorrow we shall go.

We? We.

Together.

You are to accompany me, Jane.

Oh, now for the hitch in Jane's
character. Now for vexation,

endless trouble.

Jane, will you hear reason?

Sit down and we'll listen. Oh, I'm
sorry.

I'm not angry, my darling.

I only love you too well. Your little
face was so steely, it drove me mad. I

couldn't endure it. Hush now.

Hush.

Oh, my dear.

Oh, Jane.

Jane.

You don't love me, then.

It was only my rank, my station that you
valued.

Now that you think me disqualified to be
your husband, you shrink back like I

was some toad or ape. I do love you.

More than ever.

But this must be the last time I say it.
The last time?

Mr. Rochester, I must leave you.

Leave?

No, and for the rest of my life.

Jane, you shall be my wife. Do not call
me married. You shall be, Mrs.

Rochester.

I will keep to you only so long as you
and I live.

Jane, why do you shake your head?

Sir, your wife is still living.

Do not call me married.

Jane, let me explain, please.

Please, Jane, Jane, Jane.

You know I broke with my father and
elder brother.

Mrs. Fairfax told me something of the
matter. They are both dead. I have the

estate now.

But they begrudged me a farthing when I
was young.

They sent me out to Jamaica and unknown
to me arranged my marriage to this

woman.

She was handsome then.

I was young, raw, inexperienced.

I seldom saw her and had little private
conversation with her.

She flattered me.

I was dazzled.

I thought I loved her.

Her marriage was achieved almost before
I knew where I was.

Then she revealed herself.

Drunken.

Foul -mouthed.

Unchaste.

Disgusting.

Disgusting.

I never loved.

I never esteemed.

I didn't even know her.

I've not rid myself of it by any legal
means, for the doctors by now have

discovered that my wife was mad.

I've looked after her as well as I can.
God help me.

I pity you.

I was wrong to deceive you.

But I feared the stubbornness in your
nature. I wanted to have you safe before

hazarding the truth.

This was cowardly.

I should have appealed to your noble and
generous heart from the first, pledged

my fidelity, then asked for yours, as I
do now.

Jane.

Give it me now.

Why are you silent, Jane?

You understand what I want of you, just
this promise to be mine.

I cannot be yours.

Jane, do you mean to go one way in the
world and leave me to go another?

I do.

Do you mean it now?

I do.

And now?

I do.

Oh, Jane, this is bitter. It is wicked.

It would be wicked to obey you.

But think of my life when you are gone.

All happiness will be torn away with me.

What shall I do, Jane?

We're turned for a companion. We're
turned for hope. Do as I do. Look to God

yourself. Is it better to drive a fellow
creature, a fellow human being to

despair than to transgress a mere human
law?

No man being injured in the breach.

Oh, never was anything at once so frail
and yet so indomitable.

A mere reed she found.

Come to me.

You're going.

You will not be my comforter, my
rescuer. I'm going.

Oh, Jane.

My hope.

My love.

My life.

Keep you from harm and wrong.

And reward you for your kindness to me.

Your love would have been my best
reward.

Without it, my heart is broken.

Please.

Please do not follow me.

But you will give me your love.

You will.

Where are you going?

Where is that?

It's a fair long way.

How much must I pay to go there?

30 shillings.

I have only 20.

That'll take you to Whitcross.

Thank you.

Get in.

What?

I had left my parcel on the coach, and I
had no money.

I was destitute.

And what may you be wanting, miss?

I'm very tired.

May I please sit down for a moment?

Can you tell me, please, is there any

dressmaker or plain needleworker in the
village?

Aye.

Quite as many as there's work for.

Do you know of any place where a servant
is wanted?

Nay, I couldn't say.

Is there any other work?

Only for men in the farms and in Mr.
Oliver's foundry.

What do the women do?

I know not.

Some does one thing, some another.

Poor folk must get on as best they can.

Good morning, Mrs. Drake.

Ah, Miss Welling.

I know what it is you want, don't I?

Two nice fresh rolls, as usual.

We love them for our tea.

Fresh from Totten.

They do smell delicious.

Good morning, Mrs Drake.

Thank you, Mum.

Would you give me a roll for this
handkerchief?

Nay, I don't sell stuff in that way.

Half a roll or a tail bun?

How do I know where you got that
handkerchief?

Will you take my gloves?

What could I do, William?

And I doubt if they're on us. They come
by either.

They are mine.

You take yourself off, young woman.

I can't afford to be vagrants.

Thank you.