All language subtitles for jane.eyre.1983.episode.11.reunion.dvdrip.xvid-aaf

You're going on a journey?

So suddenly, Jane.

Without warning.

Forgive me, my dears.

I'm called away suddenly.

I shall be away about four days, perhaps
more.

But you're coming back to us.

Why you're taking on was nothing.

You're going alone?

Yes. It is to see or hear news of a
friend about who might be uneasy for

time.

Jane, you look very pale.

Are you sure you feel well enough to
travel?

Nothing ails me but anxiety of mind,
which I hope my journey will dispel.

Oh, Diane, I cannot tell you any more of
the matter. Not now.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

This is your home, Jane.

You're free to come and go as you
please.

To go and come back, you mean?

Oh, Jane, come back to us soon.

Please. My master might be abroad for
all I knew.

And if he were at Thornfield Hall with
his poor lunatic wife... I dared not

his presence or speak to him.

I decided to ask at the inn. They would
be able to tell me all I thought he

knew.

Good day to you, ma 'am. I see you get
down from the coach. Do you wish for a

room? Yes.

No.

How far is Thornfield Wharton, yes?

Just two miles across the fields yonder.

I'm going there soon in the chaise if
you'd like me to take you.

Thank you.

I must go immediately.

Please, could you look after my box?

Yes, ma 'am. Thank you.

Is anybody there?

Ma 'am?

Is that the lady from the coach?

I'm here. What has happened? What are
you doing here? Oh, you see, you was in

such a rare state, ma 'am. I was worried
about you.

I was coming this way, so I thought I'd
take a look at the poor old hall.

I thought you might like me to take you
back to the inn.

It is sad, ma 'am, isn't it?

I used to live here once as butler.

Not in my time. You're a stranger to me.

And you to me, miss.

No, it was in the late Mr Rochester's
time.

The late? Is he dead?

I mean the present Mr Rochester's
father.

You must have been away from these
parts, ma 'am, or you would have heard

happened last autumn.

Oh, that dreadful calamity, ma 'am.

Everything gone, everything burned.

Before the engines could arrive from
Mill Court, the whole building was one

of flames.

I witnessed it myself.

Is it known how it started?

Oh, they guessed, ma 'am. They guessed,
and the servants had a tale to tell.

You are perhaps not aware, ma 'am, that
there was a lady, a lunatic, kept in the

house. I have heard something of it.

Well, a very queer thing happened a year
since.

A very queer thing.

This lady, ma 'am, turned out to be Mr.

Rochester's wife.

And there was a young lady, a governess
at the hall, that Mr. Edward fell in

love with. Never mind that, please.

Tell me about the fire.

Very well, ma 'am.

Well, it seems that upstairs in the
lunatic's room, while her keeper was

asleep...

Next minute, she lay smashed on the
pavement.

Dead as the stones on which her brains
and blood lay. It was frightful.

Oh, good God.

Were any other lives lost?

No, ma 'am.

Though perhaps it would have been better
if they had.

What do you mean?

Well, poor Mr. Edward.

Some said it was a judgment for trying
to marry that poor girl. You said he was

alive. Aye.

If you can call it alive, he's stone
blind.

Well, after Mrs. Rochester died, he was
coming down.

But there was a crash and he was taken
out of the ruins. He was only just

Mr. Carter had to amputate one hand and
one eye was lost.

And the other so badly inflamed, Mr.
Rochester cannot see.

He's a blind cripple.

Where is he now?

With old John and his wife at Fern Dean,
a house he had some 30 miles off. He's

very broken down, they say.

You came in your chaise?

Yes, ma 'am.

Please take me to Fern, Dean. I will pay
you well at once. Please, at once. Yes,

ma 'am.

But he won't let folk help him, ever.

Mariah, how are you?

And John, how are you?

Well, not a word of welcome from either
of you.

I'm not a ghost, you know.

Is there?

Come to this lonely place at this late
hour.

It is secluded, isn't it?

He wishes to live away from the world,
Miss.

Took me hours in the chaise.

I've come from Thornfield.

I know what happened there.

Aye, terrible it was.

I've sent the chaise away. I'm sure you
can find me a room for the night.

There's none but that dusty old room
upstairs.

You can get up there with a broom, John,
and light a fire.

And I can make sure that Miss Eyre has
dry sheets and a warm bed for the night.

That's Master.

When you go into him, Master, tell him
there is someone who wishes to see him.

But do not give him my name.

I don't think he'll see you, Miss.

He refuses everybody.

John, I left my box under the tree by
the gate. Could you fetch it for me,

please? It begins to grow dark.

Take it to my room.

Aye. You haven't forgotten who does the
fetching and carrying, have you, miss?

Thank you, John.

You're to send in your name and
business.

Is this what he rang for?

Aye.

He always has candles brought in at
dark, though he's blind.

I will take it into him.

Oh, Lord, what will he say to me?

It's the room at the end of the
corridor, Miss.

Give me the water, Maria.

What's the matter?

It is you, Maria, is it not?

Maria's in the kitchen.

Who is this?

Who is this? Who speaks?

Will you take some more water, sir? I
spilled half of what was in the glass.

is it?

What is it?

Pilate knows me.

John and Maria know I'm here.

I arrived only this evening.

Thank God.

What delusion has come over me?

Sweet madness has seized me. No
delusion, no madness.

Let me touch you.

Her very fingers.

Her small, slight fingers.

Is it you, Jane?

What is it?

This is her shape.

And it's her voice.

She is all here, her heart too.

Jane, er...

Jane.

I am coming back to you.

Such dreams I've had at night when I've
clasped her to my heart as I do now and

kissed her.

I felt that she loved me.

I trusted she would never leave me.

What I never will do from this day.

Never.

But I always woke and found it an empty
mockery.

Gentle, sweet dream.

You will fly too.

It is you, is it, Jane?

You are come back to me now. I am.

Don't lie dead in some ditch. Oh, shh.

You're not a despised outcast among
strangers.

I'm an independent woman now.

An uncle in Madeira died and left me 5
,000 pounds.

Oh, Janet.

You're an independent woman.

A rich woman.

A free woman?

Quite rich.

Enough to build a house close by.

You can come and sit in my parlor when
you need company of an evening.

Are you rich, Jane?

You have now no doubt friends who will
not suffer you to devote yourself to a

lame blind wreck.

I am my own mistress, sir.

And you will stay.

neighbor, your nurse, your housekeeper.

If I find you lonely, I will be your
companion.

I will read to you, walk with you, sit
with you, wait on you, be eyes in hand

you. You will not be left desolate by
me.

This is pity, not love.

No.

Leave me. No. Leave me!

If he was ever that way.

I remember the time, Mrs. Fairfax.

Maria?

Maria? Yes, sir?

Our visitor cannot have left. Where is
she? Oh, she... She's somewhere in the

house, sir. I'll find her.

Bring her to me. Yes, sir.

I'm here, sir.

Till here.

Jane.

You must not go.

I've touched you, felt you, heard you.

I cannot give up these joys.

The world may think me selfish, but no
matter.

Very well, sir.

Is that all?

Yes.

But you understand one thing by staying,
and I understand another.

What do you say is my understanding?

You mean to wait on me like a kind
little nurse.

You were ever kind.

I suppose I must now entertain fatherly
feelings for you.

Don't you think so?

Come, tell me.

I shall think, sir, what you like.

You cannot always be my nurse, Janet.

You're young.

You must marry someday.

I don't care about being married. You
don't care!

If I were what I once was, I would try
to make you care.

It is time someone undertook to
rehumanize you, sir. Have your pocket

you.

What for?

Come, give it to me.

Ah, it is better.

Your shaggy black mane is very alarming.

And this?

It is a pity to see it.

A pity to see your eyes.

Scorn you for it.

Do you take supper, sir?

I don't want any supper.

I never take supper.

Well, you shall have some tonight.
You're hungry, I'm sure.

That's better.

Can you tell when there's a good fire?

With the right eye, I can see a glow.

Can you see the candles?

Very dimly.

Each is a luminous blur.

Can you see me?

No, my fairy.

But I can hear you and touch you.

Jane, I thought you'd be revolted by me.

Did you?

Am I hideous, Jane?

Yes, sir. You always were, you know.

The wickedness hasn't been taken out of
you, whatever you have sojourned.

I've been with far better people than
you, sir.

Quite more refined and exalted. Who the
deuce have you been with?

You will not get it out of me tonight.
You are far too tired. I will tell you

tomorrow. A wicked changeling.

Fairy born, yet human bred.

Now I'm going to leave you.

I've been travelling these last three
days and I too am tired.

Good night, sir.

Jane, were there only ladies where
you've been?

Good night, sir.

There's St. John Rivers, then.

He's your cousin?

Yes, sir.

Did you like him, Jane?

St. John is a very good man.

I could not help but like him.

Is he an able man?

Truly able, sir.

A thoroughly educated man?

St. John is an accomplished and profound
scholar, sir.

His manners, I...

I think you said they were not to your
taste, piggish and parsonic.

I never mentioned his manners.

But they are polished, calm and
gentlemanlike.

His appearance,

I forget how you described his
appearance.

A raw curate, half strangled in a white
neckcloth.

St. John Dreyfus, well, he is a very
handsome man.

Tall, blonde, blue -eyed, and with a
Grecian profile.

Damn him.

Did you like him, Jane?

Oh, yes, I liked him, sir. You've asked
me that before.

Perhaps you would rather not sit beside
me any longer, Miss Eyre.

Why not, Mr. Rochester?

The contrast between a tall, graceful,
fair -haired Apollo and a Vulcan.

Black, broad -shouldered and... and
blind into the bargain.

I never thought of it before.

But you are rather Vulcan -like.

This man Rivers, he wanted to marry you.

You need not be jealous.

I only wanted to provoke you.

I thought anger would be better than
grief.

I'm not foolish, Jane.

We've formed a new tie.

With whom?

This man Rivers.

Sinjin Rivers.

He's young, he's handsome, he wants to
marry you.

He will.

He does not love me.

I do not love him.

You of all people should know what that
means.

Four days ago...

A singular mood came over me, one in
which grief replaced frenzy.

I was sitting in my room by the open
window, and there broke involuntarily

from my lips the words, Jane.

Jane, Jane, Jane.

You spoke the words aloud?

I did.

You'll think me mad.

For a voice I cannot tell whence it
came, but I know whose it was replied.

It said, I'm coming.

Wait for me.

And then, a few moments after there came
upon the wind the words,

Where are you?

Jane, I don't want a nurse or a friend.

I want a wife.

Do you, sir?

Yes.

Is it news to you?

No.

Is it unwelcome news?

That depends on circumstances, sir.

On your choice.

you shall make for me.

I will abide by your decision.

I leave the choice to you.

Choose then, sir.

Her who loves you best.

I will at least choose her I love best.

Jane.

Will you marry me?

Yes, sir.

A blind man who you'll have to lead
about by the hand.

Yes, sir. A crippled man, nearly 20
years older than you, who you'll have to

wait on.

Yes, sir.

Truly, Jane.

Most truly, sir.

I have now been married ten years.

Within two years, Edward recovered the
sight of one eye, just before our first

child was born.

I now know what it is to live for and
with what I love best on earth.

I am my husband's life as fully as he is
mine.

We are bone of each other's bone and
flesh of each other's flesh.

Thank you.