All language subtitles for Techiné-1979-Les soeurs Bronte

All were treated like beasts.

Men, women and children.
All put to work in the woollen mills.

From sunrise to sunset
they worked like animals.

When that's your life
and you only you get a fixed wage,

it's not surprising if you
start drinking or gambling.

They do it to feel they are alive.

The Bront‘ sisters saw it all and
scrawled it down in their illegible script.

The Bront‘ Sisters

Would you like to come and see?
It's finished!

The similarities are striking!
You are a true artist.

I'm very pleased, Branny.
Very pleased.

Anne and Emily, I got immediately.
Charlotte and I were more difficult.

But it's exactly right. Exactly!
We have an artist in the family.

Emily, your jacket and trousers
are filthy again.

Walking around
on the heath dressed like a boy!

You look like a scarecrow.

Your Aunt thinks it's obscene!

When I have pants on,
I can go faster and farther.

The places I go,
there's no one to see me.

Look Emily...
See what a fine wild rose this is.

It's called the Hanger Rose.

- Do you like it?
- No.

I prefer this holly bush.

The holly?

That's an unkempt
and gloomy and dreary plant...

You see only the outside.

You're only fascinated by
that wild rose because it's flourishing.

Soon it will lose all it's flowers,
because it always peaks prematurely.

Will you still like this rose in winter?
Holly is green throughout the year.

Wild roses are like love,
a love that will never flourish again.

I despise it.
I spit on love and all it's vanity.

This holly is like friendship,

it lasts through the winter.

"Charlotte is working in Aunt's room.
Anne and I write.

"Anne writes a poem which begins:
"The evening is beautiful in the sunlight."

"I'm writing about Augustus Almeda.

"It's a nice, cool day,
some grey clouds but the sun shines.

"Aunt works in the little room.

"Papa's out. Tabby's in the kitchen."

And Branwell? Write that he's
met the sculptor Leyland.

What did he say in his letter?

In his letter he says...

He says...

"I would like to resemble him.
He is very talented.

"Elegant...

"Casual...

"Something special radiates from him.

"A person who's completely himself,
and absolutely true."

I'd like to give you my address.
In case you're ever passing through.

- It's not so far away.
- And the world is small.

It would be an honour
if you came to see me.

I could introduce you to my sisters.

I dare not hope for
some time in your company.

Even a drink would suffice.

You should be more audacious.
Let me refute your claim...

"I needed a city,
even a small city like Bradford,

"to asses my chances in this world.

"Joe Leyland says I need to find my voice.

"So that I no longer waver between
painting and poetry.

"I've seen his strongest work
at the museum...

"Satan in Milton's Paradise Lost".

"If such a man believes in me,
that's my great honour.

"He makes portraits quickly, as they all
do today with Calotype Plates,

"in this new device.

"My portraits cannot compete with his.

"So I have shown him my poem
"The Kingdom of Gondal".

In such a man we can
confide only a small part of our secrets."

My talent can only flourish
if it is recognised.

I will become famous.

You don't know what life in a city is.

The difference is as great as between
life and death or day and night.

Here you rot as you would in a cellar.

Rotting like potatoes in the ground.
In the city everything happens faster.

Listen carefully, Charlotte,

You have not yet learned
the rules of society.

But Leyland, the great Joe Leyland,
will show me one by one

and when they are known,
they will radiate my triumph.

That is my plan,
I will follow it with all my might.

- That's the form my life will take.
- Stop a while, Branny. You're tiring us.

Branwell?

Do you get the smell of sulphur?

Emily...

Emily, should I allow him in?

- Not while I'm here.
- Who is it?

It's John Brown, the sexton.

I don't think he will come in.

Probably not little sister. As I annoy you,
I'll go out for fresh air. Will do me good.

Branwell!

What is it, big sister?

Fresh Air? Pubs are so smoky
you can't see your own thumb.

What are you doing at this hour?

Are you feeling unwell?
Emily answer me, are you sick?

Don't worry, Charlotte.
I'm just fine.

I'm often awake at night.

Please go to bed! You have to work
with Tabby in the morning.

I'm waiting for Branwell.

I don't want him
to wake Father and Aunt coming in.

And you? Why are you up
at this hour of the night?

You're waiting for Branwell?
So it's you that will let him in?

I thought he asked Tabby to let him in.
This is all a bit strange.

You are strange yourself.

Has something happened?

Yes...

Does it concern Branwell?

In a way...

- What is it?
- A letter.

Not an ordinary letter.
A letter that keeps me from sleep.

A letter from Southey.

That is wonderful!
Branwell will be extremely pleased.

After all the poems he's sent,
he finally gets a reply.

Charlotte, we have to surprise him.

Charlotte?

You are odd.

Have you read it?

It's full of praise.

I couldn't sleep.
I kept reading the letter.

- It's not addressed to Branwell.
- It's not addressed to him?

My God, I'm stupid.
You wrote to him as well.

Under the pseudonym.
But he realised that I'm a woman.

You might like to read it.

"You evidently possess
the talents of a poet.

"I'm not depreciating it when I say that
in these times it's not rare.

"Whom ever is ambitious of
distinction in this way,

"ought to be prepared
for disappointment.

"Literature is my profession
and I must give you a warning:

"You must only write poetry for
the pleasure of writing.

"Not to compete against another,
nor to achieve fame.

"Literature is not
an occupation for women.

"The more she is engaged
in her proper duties,

"the less time she will have for writing.

"do not think I disparage
the gift you possess..."

Emily!

So, I am met by my two
sisters of charity. How wonderful!

How wonderful.
What were you two devising?

You were pouring over some pages
you found fascinating.

We were reading Father's sermon
of forgiveness from last Sunday again.

Matthew 18:21.
To think I still listen to that drivel.

Be quiet, Branwell.
They'll hear you.

Looking ahead,
four years from this day.

I wonder where we are
and who we are at that time.

We must hope for the best.

I think in four years from this day,
we're here, and we're fully satisfied.

I think we'll have gone
somewhere else all together.

Where?

Charlotte and I work.

But Emily, who stays at home,
is just as occupied us.

I make the same errors as four years ago,
but now I'm more experienced.

I'm my own mistress.

I can't forget
"The Kingdom of Gondal".

I wonder, if in four years those characters will occupy our time so much...

Miss Bront‘...

Pardon me, but the children are alone.
It's time to bring them home.

I wouldn't call on you otherwise.

Be nice now Marie.
Say the word for me.

Will you read me the story
of Tom Titten when I go to bed?

Only if you say the word.

Marie, say it, so we can finish.

No.

Have some more tea.
A biscuit?

We must have something
special to offer...

We read French but
not enough to teach it.

Our German is even worse,
and music theory we lack entirely.

We need to perfect it.

My student's parents say
half year on the continent is enough.

I couldn't support that.
I'm Protestant and very English.

Among Jesuits and Papists...

Only half a year, Aunt.

We've got to know
someone in Brussels

who's very exited by the idea.

Something like that
would cost a fortune!

Just Emily and I will travel.
Anne will come later.

Miss Willer will help us so that you
won't have to support us fully.

We just need something to cover
travel and food.

What does your father think?

Is he happy to support
such an ambitious project?

Audacious even?

Who could progress in
the world without ambition?

I know that we have talent.

I think we should use it,
even if it doesn't become something big.

But still something.

Emily!
Come closer.

Let the two of you stand before me.

We have a lot to do.
Your clothes...

The whole piece?

Wont you play the whole piece?

No, I wont play the whole piece.

Miss Bront‘,
allow me to congratulate you.

You've none of the traits that characterise your sex in your way of playing.

If that was a compliment,
I thank you Mr. Heger.

It's not a true compliment.

What would you have been
if you'd been a man?

- Excuse me?
- You are not obliged to answer.

I can really imagine you
as a navigator.

I don't own any ships,
but I can hire you as a piano teacher.

No, I don't think so Mr. Heger.
Excuse me.

Emily does not like to travel sir.
She doesn't like the sea.

You talked about hiring her
as a teacher.

I would like to...

I would like to teach here in English.
With your guidance.

I was born to teach.

I wouldn't disappoint you.

- I'm sure of it.
- We'll have to see later.

You might like to go out
into the garden again.

In England their puff-sleeves
are modern!

- Puff?
- Their puff sleeves.

At last, Bront‘ shows her courage!

This is yet another expression,
I don't know.

You've obviously been waiting for this!

Give me that!

I forbid you to stay.
Go to the kitchen!

We'll discuss this later.
Now leave the room Miss, immediately.

I'd like to know what happened?

Avril, Stop this snivelling.
No one has any pity for you.

Furthermore you deserved it!

Silence!

I will tolerate no more chattering!

Sit down!

Take out your work
on the death of Napoleon.

Bront‘, Charlotte, to the blackboard!

"Napoleon was born in Corsica
and died on St. Helena.

"Between these two islands...

"...there was nothing but
a vast burning desert.

A vast and burning desert
and the immense ocean..."

What did the doctor say?

"Death due to exhaustion,
confounded by constipation."

I still can't believe it.

Although I can still hear
her cries in my mind...

She has been like a mother
to me for ten years.

John Brown...

I saw awful suffering during the nights
that I wouldn't wish on my enemy.

I wrote to Charlotte and Anne,
when she was beyond saving.

And now they'll get here too late...

You've eaten nothing!

It's probably cold by now.

Charlotte and Emily are very late now!

We wont start without them.

In this sort of weather
the coach is probably lost.

Branwell...

Come with me, Branwell.

I'll take you to the Black Bull Inn.

I hated Brussels.

I'm glad to be back here again.

I drank the wine, you should
drink that which I will never again taste.

How awful!

He is shaken after seeing her die.

It will pass, Charlotte.
But he just cannot stay here.

He must live with me at the Robinson's.

They need
a teacher for Edmond.

When I am there,
I'm certain he will improve.

I've been so stupid!

But why?

It was stupid of me
to come back.

She is already dead and buried!

I should never have returned.
I should never!

I knew it!
I knew I should have stayed there.

I must depart immediately for Brussels!

Are you ready to meet
the Robinsons, Branwell?

Your attire is perfect.
You will make a great impression.

Thanks to you, little sister.
Thanks to Emily!

How would I look if you two had not
repaired my clothes?

You really look great.
How are the Robinsons?

Cultivated enough to recognise our talent.

Wise enough not to irritate
and generous enough to pay.

It's like a dream.

Branwell, You will be a teacher
at our school,

and all the students will
be in love with you!

If you're leaving this afternoon,
I must thank you.

Thank me for what?

For nothing special.
That you might permit me to stay here.

In any case, I would like to congratulate
you and wish you a good journey.

Did you get it?

Did you get it Emily?
I didn't hear the glass shatter.

Can you really not see anything
from this distance?

I hope I keep enough sight to see
my son in the next few months.

Anne is evidently of no importance.

That is not what I meant.

You know very well how much
I think of Anne and Charlotte.

- But they have stopped writing.
- Yes, it is strange.

"I fear for you old mariner.
I fear for your old hands..."

Write, Edmond!

I'm tired.

We must finish.
Your father said so. Write!

No.

If you finish the dictation,
we'll go and play croquet before dinner.

What are we having for dinner?

A turkey.

- And what else?
- Fish.

- What kind of fish?
- I don't know.

You don't know?

I just asked the cook to buy fish.
I didn't specify what kind of fish.

You'd better find out!

Show me a residence where the lady doesn't know what fish is for dinner.

How can you not specify what kind
of fish is to be purchased?

Perhaps Sir would like to issue
the instruction regarding

the sort of fish we consume in future?

Miss Bront‘, I'm surprised by the way you've fixed my daughter's hair.

Usually she has a braid,
which is done up with a ribbon.

Go up and fix it up correctly.

My dear, my daughter must
look decent in the future.

Papa, can I play croquet
in the garden with Mr. Bront‘?

I've finished my dictation.

There is no reason for Mr Bront‘ to
play croquet with you in the garden

or anywhere else.

Mr. Bront‘'s sole task is to help you
with your homework.

And to correct your errors,

so you are making progress
and I am proud of you.

I am not always here!

That earns him the sum
of exactly £20 per term.

What many would think
is a decent sum.

I'm surprised you should want
to play with Mr. Bront‘.

And it surprises me that Mr. Bront‘
would consider playing with you.

Even though he, like Miss Bront‘,
has the honour of dining at our table.

He must not believe
that he is part of the family.

Mr. Bront‘'s talents separate
him from the domestics.

That is the sole reason.

And his salary!

Mr. Robinson...

It was your turn to get a lesson.
Don't take it so badly.

Come with me Edmond.
I'll play with you.

You can have a ride on Andy,
the red pony.

No, I would rather ride Johanna,
the spotted one.

You'll ride Andy, the brown pony.

Mr. Bront‘!

Don't go so quickly.

Mr. Bront‘, I do not approve of the way
my husband was talking to you.

You are very kind Madam.

Wait!

I'm ashamed...

Mr. Robinson was very rude
to you just now.

Mr. Robinson is a tough and proud man who thinks less of God and of his family

than of his position in society.

I want to tell you that I've never seen you
as one of the domestics Mr. Bront‘.

But as an educated man of science
with spirit and a refined taste.

I knew that on the very first day.

There, that's what I wanted to say.

It is a long time since
a walk has been so enjoyable.

Thorston, take the flowers.

They say the tower is haunted.

Mr. Robinson's grandfather
walks up and down the tower.

Sometimes he rings the bell
on winter nights

we hear it very clearly.

No one knows what he is looking for.

What's he doing up there?
Nobody knows...

Edmond's afraid of get a hiding
from his father,

so he spends his time playing here.

I can imagine that old codger thumping
around in this abandoned room.

A little decency, please!
That was in very bad taste.

I don't understand how you can switch
between flirting and despising me.

It's enough that your charm and
pompousness make you so hard.

Lydia Robinson, I have to spend
days and weeks holed up in this place.

So I ask you to make my stay
in this house more bearable.

No.

Go down.

We thank God for everything he gives us,

all he has given us
and all that he will give us.

It's inedible!

They may take away this cold meat.

What's wrong with your meat?

It is over cooked.
It's only good for the cat.

Do you not think all the flavour
has disappeared?

The tender pink meat in the middle is gone.
That's the best part.

The meat has been over cooked.
Take it back and bring another.

Serve the beast cold.

What a beautiful creature you are.

What do you want?

What do you want?
Do you want a kiss?

Not now. No, not now...

What sounds you can make
with your mouth...

Off you go now.

Mama, why are there flowers
on the table?

And why is Mr. Bront‘ so red?

Do not be so impertinent!
Children must be quiet at the table.

What is it Mr. Bront‘?
Are you suffering?

I am just a little too close to the fire
and I've no appetite.

Mrs. Robinson and Sir,

I would like your permission
to leave the table.

I'm suffering from an awful migraine.

Go on, do you want Nancy
to prepare you some tea?

Thank you...

But I think it will pass if I go to bed.

They spend their time
under your sister's care.

What an abominable mother I have made.

You're not abominable.

Why do you linger here?

Like a death...

A death that comes
like the breath of a cat...

See how calm the cat is.
How relaxed you are...

Take me.

I have never heard
anything like it!

What sort of man are you?

The sort...

Don't tell me...

You are mad. A poet. And me?

I am old.

Old and lost.

- May god forgive me.
- No, leave him in peace up there.

We are not the sort
to occupy his thoughts.

When the usual restraints drop off,
we can hope to be happy. You're beautiful.

You are beautiful.

Come.

It's not kind of you to do these things.

Birds have feelings, just like you.

Would you like someone
to do the same to you?

I'm no bird,
and I don't care if they suffer.

But maybe that day will come Edmond.

You know exactly what
you're doing to them.

If you don't stop torturing them...

Don't be such a child!
Papa doesn't mind me doing it.

Yesterday, he gave me a little sparrow

and I pulled its claws, wings
and head off, and he said nothing.

He only said that it was messy,
and I was not stain my pants.

What does your mother say?

Things like that don't occupy her.

Yesterday, she helped me
with the sparrow traps.

Just ask your brother Miss Bront‘.

They're up at the top of the
tower together. Just the two of them.

I hope that you will return quickly.

I hope that your husband
will soon be rehabilitated, Lydia.

Mrs. Robinson.

I hope it's nothing serious.

He is often ill during
holidays and celebrations.

Certain people cannot cope
with other people's joy.

But he'll certainly be out of bed before
the day is over, I assure you.

I'm sorry to have to leave.

Yes, I know.

Our luggage is on board.
We are leaving now.

- Goodbye.
- Adieu.

See you soon.

Why are you saying nothing?

Don't judge me little sister.
You don't know life.

You and your sisters have grown up
like potatoes in a cellar.

You don't know what true love is.

True passion burns
and blows off what is correct.

Shut up!

Spare me your hate and self pity,
I beg you.

It was difficult enough to bear before.

Little sister, what a fragile soul!

The perfect Methodist.
Wear your cross. Just as you learned.

But do not wave it in front of me...

I am free.

Free as the wind that blows at will.

Anne, what is it are you ill?

It's nothing.

I have a stabbing pain.

Oh yes. A stabbing pain.

There is a city in the middle of the moors,
like an oasis in the desert.

The wind always blows
and the winters are terrible.

I like the weather here.

I love Brussels, I'm not homesick.

I feel I could teach and study here
the rest of my life.

Yet you want to go home?

I will come back.

It's my duty as the first born
forcing me to return home.

I received bad news of my father.
His vision is getting worse...

There is also something else...

- Your sister Emily?
- My brother.

You have a brother?
How is he?

He is as wild as the wind and tells no one
the secrets of what he does at night.

But I will return.
I would have no future there.

From what you've said the students in English class are making life impossible.

I've known for ages.

We can see it in you.

You have tired eyes
and look as though you don't sleep.

- I know that I'm no beauty.
- That is not what I said.

My students are not a problem.
I can take charge of their rebellion.

I love my job more than anything else!

I believe in you.

But I think you need to relax
at home with your family.

You resemble one that
is having a nervous breakdown.

I'll do, as you say sir.

You are my teacher,
and I am your student.

I'll do whatever you ask of me.

But what do you think that is?

You said you wanted to travel.
I have not instructed you to.

I wish you a good trip Miss. Bront‘.

Is that you?
I thought it was Branwell.

- Are you are not happy to see me?
- Of course I am. Don't stay there.

Come in!

I will bring down some dry clothes.

I can not endure it any longer.

- Is he treating you badly?
- No. It is worse still.

He showers me with flowers and gifts.
For example these gloves.

And there is his tenderness,
which is worse than a blow.

I think that I'm going mad.

- I've only one hope.
- What?

My only hope is that he is ill.

He has had four successive turns.
The doctor says the next will kill him.

- He is bedridden right now.
- What good news, Lydia.

Do not say that!

Don't say things like that!

He may die.

But he might survive for several years.

Forcing me into his bed like a sick dog.

What will become of me?
You shouldn't be hoping for this.

It is still a hope.

The only hope I have.

Forgive me.

Do you know where we are?

We are at a cross-roads.

In this ground they still bury

those who have taken their own lives
without ceremony or gravestones.

I'd make a bet...

If I dug at the foot of the post,
where I have tied my horse...

Shut up!
You mustn't say things like that.

You can forbid me from saying it,
but not from thinking it.

I dream of you, Lydia.

With your head always bowed
and your hair untidy

so I cannot see your face.

What incorrigible nonsense.
Do you ever think about what you say?

- Lydia...
- Listen to me. I am serious.

While you are sitting there pitying yourself

I am caught in an atrocious situation.

With a man whom I hate
and perverse and heartless children.

Do you think I asked you to come here,
merely so we could mourn our fate?

What do you want me to do?

You are a poet.

You write novels.

What would they do in a novel?

- What would they do in a novel?
- Behave as a man.

Be a man for me.

"Night or day I cannot find peace.

"When I sleep I'm plagued
by nightmares.

"Oh that I could see you.

"Always strict, always serious.

Always irritating. Opposing me."

Post is delayed by the bad weather.

But the ships sail well all year round,
don't they?

You want to talk about the weather?

No. Come in. I've been waiting
for this letter for ages!

I've been waiting for the letter so long,
I'd given up hope.

I'm afraid, it's for your brother.
It's not the news you've been waiting for.

People avoid remote locations like this.

You'll not have many students
in your school.

Our school? Well...

Goodbye, Mr. Rasbell.

It's a pity.
You three would be great teachers.

I'm sure of that!

Branwell!

A letter for you...

He's dead!

Mr. Robinson is dead!
It will change my whole life!

"An unexpected will forces me to choose
between my heart and my fortune.

"Had I met with more resolution,
my choice would have been other.

Do not attempt to see me again..."

Emily!

Have you seen a ghost?

Yes.

"I saw a spirit stand,
exactly where you stand now.

At his feet ran three rivers."

Dirty spy!
You'll regret that!

You'll regret it!

Emily, I was in your room by chance.

Listen to me!

I forbid you to come in here.
I'll never speak a word to you again!

You mean nothing to me any longer!

I knew you would be furious,
but I had to risk it!

Let me in.
I've never read anything like it.

Let me in, you stubborn mule!

- It must be published!
- Never!

I can no longer live in your company!

Never again!

I could kill you!

I could really kill you!

This is what we've always wanted, Emily.
We've always written.

The Miss Bront‘s' school...

It was just a mask.

Just as empty as the mask of truth
we wear before Papa.

You must publish your poems!

Publish!

Your dream of glory
is the dream you love!

- Why he did not wake up?
- The opium.

He buys opium at the pharmacy.

Just like the rest of England,
we want to know...

Who is Currer Bell?

Who is Currer Bell...?

Is it a man or a woman?

Mrs. Martineau and Mr. Lewis
have different opinions.

I agree with such knowledgeable experts
as Thackeray and Dickens.

If the authors of Barry Lyndon
and Mugby Junction both agree

that behind this novel about
a governess is a woman's pen,

we must assume they are right.

A woman's view should also count.

Certain things in Jane Eyre,
the description of the love for the employer,

can not have been written by a man alone.

But the hardness of the other chapters,
could not have been written by a woman.

This is why I think it is a collaboration.

Our competitor, Newby, has now
published two novels signed "Bell".

However, they are both inferior.

Romances released after
our second edition of Jane Eyre.

Their publication was quite
a surprise to me.

And that's it.

That's not all.

Jane Eyre is a big success in America.

The American publisher really wants the
rights to the next novel by Currer Bell.

We have come to an agreement
with Favor & Johnson in New York.

But Newby apparently has the
the same agreement with their competitor.

So what?

They published a new novel by Acton Bell:
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall.

A bleak story of alcoholism.

Newby proclaimed it superior
to the first three.

He is merely trying to sell it.

He also claims...
and here come the disaster...

To prove beyond doubt that...

That Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell
are one and the same person.

That is very worrying.

Mrs. Martineau, Mr. Lewis
what do you think?

Is it possible, that it's
all the same person?

I believe it is a woman and a man.

Have you an address?
Write to them.

Perhaps he, she or they may decide
to give up their anonymity.

The mere idea of this journey makes
my whole body shake.

I'm scared for Branwell.

He may go over the edge
if he hears of this.

There's no chance.

Branwell has been closed off

from what's happening around
him for a long time.

He sleeps all day long.

Perhaps he's pretending.

Anyway it's too late.
It's already been done.

I simply want to know if your trip
to London is really necessary?

You are getting involved
in the publishers' fight.

They must either publish us or not.

We must tell them it stops there.

No need to worry.
We will respect your wishes.

We'll say nothing about you.
Only that Ellis Bell also exists.

Not a word more.

Carriage is here.

Am I not presentable?

Emily!

Tell me, am I frightening to look at?

If it really is him, and no other,

then he has travelled far to see me
and I shall not disappoint him.

You will not disappoint him.

I don't believe it.

Are you wearing your father's coat?

Are you well, Leyland?

- Joe Leyland?
- As you can see.

Yes.

When I heard that you were coming,
I couldn't believe it.

You haven't written in so long.

I thought it was a joke.

A joke?

I thought it for a moment.
Now I am more calm.

Lydia is surrounded by powerful
people who hate me.

- You've hardly eaten anything.
- Yes, I have.

The end is long overdue.

I've been too spoiled in my life.

In my last job, I surrendered myself
to the joy that was...

At some point, you will forget
the images that plague you.

You are nice, Leyland.

But I have no time left...

At 28, I am an old man.

I have become an old man...

What is an old man?

A man that still possesses desire,
but lacks effort.

But me... I don't even have desire left.

I return your brother to you, Miss.

It's late.
I didn't notice the time passing.

I hope that you're not angry with me.

I travel to Bradford tomorrow.

Goodbye, Patrick.
I'll write soon.

You can make it home.

Frankly, I think not.

I don't think I can climb the hill.

And I'm telling you,
you can handle it.

Allow me to insist.

Is Mr. Smith in his office?
Tell him that we must speak to him.

Who will I say is calling?

We will not disclose our names.
We have something that interests him.

Excuse me sir,
are you French?

Yes Miss.
Do you know France?

- No, only Belgium.
- And you, Miss?

- No.
- Not Belgium?

- Have you been in Brussels?
- Yes, I've been to Brussels.

What do you want?

To show you this.

How have you come by this?

I am Currer Bell.
And this is Acton.

We are three sisters.
There is no man.

Nothing could be done to save him.
Marasmus...

It is part of the infection.
He stopped eating.

It's incurable.

Do you have a tape or a strap?

This time, we must
take up the challenge.

The meeting in Guiseley is a provocation
directed against the Anglican church.

If we ignore them,
then they will have won and we lose.

I refuse to let the church be
a forum for political debate.

We live in a time of sorrow
and have to alleviate the suffering,

not terrify people.

The more I pull myself back,
the more I need your help.

Be careful, don't get cold.

It gets cool quickly these evenings.

See you tomorrow.

Excuse me.

I would like to offer comfort to a
sister who has lost her brother.

I am at your service.

Thank you, Mr. Nichols.

Charlotte gave me reviews of your book.

- Would you like to hear them?
- Yes.

"America is not better than England.

"The author seems to think,
that human corruption

"is the sum of various animal cruelties.

"He has chosen the traits of the wolf,
jackal and wild cat,

commissioned to create the infernal monster, who is the hero of the novel."

- Shall I continue?
- Yes.

"Great writers are better
when using effects sparingly."

That's enough.
Thank you.

Give it to Charlotte.

I've never seen it as bad as this.

Your father is sick with worry.

Charlotte dare not say anything.

But she would give her life
to ease your suffering.

Look at Anne.
Anne is not like you.

She is the most gentle of you all.

She knows it is good for her.

She has the patience of an angel.

I beg you, Emily.
Just this once.

For your father's sake.
For my, Charlotte and Anne's sake.

Why are you so bad?

I'm not bad.

You are all too nervous.

They attach too much importance
to this nonsense.

I'm perfectly fine.

Take medication regularly,
until the symptoms are gone.

Do you have constant pain in your side?

Quite often.

Here?

Emily suffers from the same.
I've seen it frequently.

When she thinks nobody is watching.

How is the coughing?
Dry and wrenching?

- Or is it more deep?
- It is deep.

Last time I took her pulse,
She had 115 beats per minute.

Charlotte, come back!
This is crazy, don't go.

I'm afraid for you!

Stay here or you will also
get sick with this cold.

I don't have very far to go.
I'll be back soon.

- But is it wise?
- You don't understand...

She's not like everyone else.

Of course something from the moors.

She needs something from the moors.

His traditional medicine
cannot give her back her health.

Only something magical,
an odour or something to touch.

I must find something.

Come back, Charlotte!
You'll find nothing.

This land is a desert...

Look what I found Emily!
Look!

Through the fog on the moors...

I found nothing else.

Everything else is frozen to death.

If you get the doctor,
I will see him.

No not her working clothes.
We can't bury her in boys clothes.

I think that we should
go away together.

Where?

I don't know.

To the sea...

I've never seen the sea.
I would like to see it one day.

I feel revived.
Joyous...

I've dreamed about this trip
so many times.

I could stand here for hours.
Couldn't you?

No.

Neither here nor on the moors.

Life is incredibly insolent.

I've never got used
to all the twists it takes.

It would take an eternity.

Hence, the works of the youth
are nothing but dross.

Except for Charlotte Bront‘,
all of London appreciate her talent.

As we'll see at the opera tomorrow.

Life is too short for the arts.

We must spend the time
hardening our will.

Hard and brilliant.

What's diabolical is that it's often
brilliant without being tough.

"In conflict with them
that she would love...

"Rather than live in conflict
with them she would love...

"Rather than living in conflict with them,
she wanted to love...

She prefers to leave them despite
the fact that she is unhappy."

Don't look at me!

I prefer to look at your face
rather than the hotel walls.

Don't look at me...

It feels as if I have
a globe rather than a head.

You can see how sensitivity,
morality and intelligence sits.

I cannot see anything.
Why do you have that impression?

Mr. Smith, my editor,
sent me to a phrenologist,

I pretended I was his daughter.

Under the name, Miss. Fraser.

It amused us a lot.

I will show you what he wrote.

Mrs. Arthur Bell Nichols, Charlotte Bront‘?

Enter.

Is that my portrait by Richmond?

I will not abuse my position
as husband and see it before you.

I will not open the package.

I don't want to see myself.

Mr Smith is waiting long enough downstairs.
The opera begins in an hour.

Just...

for the opera...

...I would like to give you something.

I know that you do not see very well.

No.

They are too beautiful.

I'll always keep them with me.
By stoves and in the study.

- But I cannot wear them.
- Not even tonight?

I prefer to see things in a fog.

And I don't want to deceive anyone.

Neither Mr. Thackeray, nor any other.

But don't be sad.
It's a magnificent gift Mr. Nichols.

A magnificent gift.

Mr. Thackeray invites you
to view from his gallery.

You know nothing about life.

You don't understand true passion that burns in the face of the law.

You see only the exterior.

A love, which only blossoms once...

I despise it and spit on love
and its vanity.

This holly is like a friendship,
it will last throughout the winter...

That plant's gloomy and sad...

And banal...