All language subtitles for Jane_Eyre_NT_Live_2015

It's a girl

It's a girl!

Jane

Jane Eyre
- Hello

in the days I went a-dancing
Nor thought of care or woe

The lads and {asses in their best
A fang time ago

Hush now. Little one. You're safe now

You have my sister's nose

She'll need a wet nurse
- She shall have a wet nurse

What a sickly looking little thing
- She's beautiful

Call the children
- Eliza! Georgiana! John!

Children, meet your cousin Jane.
You are to think of her now as your sister

Sarah, you must look after her.
She's family

Promise me you will take care
of her. Promise me! - I promise

The mountains stand before me
The rivers running wild

The wind it howls, the rain it falls
Upon this orphan child

Children, come in, quickly.
John, Georgiana, Eliza, hurry!

Oh my darlings, you're soaked.
Come and sh by the fire, get yourselves dry

I'll have Bessie bring some hot milk
and cinnamon buns. Bessie? Bessie?

Bessie!... Jane? Why are you in here?
You were

supposed to be outside
with the other children

Well? Have you anything
to say for yourself?

What have I done, Aunt Reed?
- I do not like questioners, Jane

Until you learn to behave
like a happy, contented mild...

...then I must exclude you from the
privileges enjoyed by the others

Tiresome child. Off with you. Go on

Bessie! Where are those buns?

Bewick's Book of British Birds

Northern diver... Osprey... Cormorant...

WWW-l...

'The arctic tern haunts solitary rocks
and promontories...'

'...where the Atlantic surge
pours into the arctic zone.

That reservoir of
frost and snow...'

'...where firm fields of
ice surround the pole and

its death-white realms'...
its death-white realms...

The little bird hovers over
the ice and skims across

the dark ocean waves... flap...
flap... flap...

Rail... Rat!

There you are, Rat

What do you want'!
- Say 'What do you want, Master Reed?'

What do you want, Master Reed?
- I want you to come down

Come out here

What have you been doing?
- Reading

This is my book.
You have no business reading my book

Everything here will be
mine when the old girl dies

You have nothing.
I'll team you to rummage my bookshelves

Come and stand over here away from the
window. I wouldn't want to break it

You're a vicious cruel pig. You're like a
murderer. You're like the Roman emperors!

What did you call me?
- You're a vicious fat pig!

Bessie! Abbot! Come quickly!
Jane is trying to murder Master John!

Oh you poor thing. Come to me. Come on

She bk me, mother!

She has bitten him!
Jane. You are no better than an animal

Take her away to the Red
Room and lock her in

Now you sh still and be quiet

For shame. Miss Eyre!
What shocking conduct!

Biting a young gentleman!
Your young master!

Master? How is he my master?
What am I? A servant'!

No, you're less than a servant,
for you do nothing for your keep

Now sh still, do not stir,
or God will punish you

He might strike you
down in this very room,

just as he did your Uncle Reed.
He died in here

Repent. Or something bad
will come down that chimney and get you

Unjust! Unjust!

It's just a mirror. Why
am I always accused?

When I strive to fulfill every
duty, and yet still they

call me naughty and tiresome
and sullen and sneaking

It's unjust

Ow... my head... Uncle Reed,
if you were here you'd have been kind to me

You're cold in the ground
Worms thread through your bones

As you lie in your earthly grave

No... Uncle Reed! Please...
Please don't come here... No! No!

Let me out, let me out!

Miss Jane? What a dreadful noise.
It went right through me. Are you ill?

Bessie, I saw a light
and I thought a ghost had come

What is all this?

Bessie, I believe I gave
orders that Jane Eyre was to

be left in the Red Room
until I came to her myself

But she screamed out so loud. Ma'am

She has screamed out on purpose.
I mow her tricks

Loose Bessie's leg. Child.
You cannot succeed in

getting out by these
deceitful means, be assured

You will now stay in here an hour longer

Please. Aunt Reed. Have pity on me.
Have mercy. Have mercy

Silence! This violence is almost repulsive.
Bessie! Lock the door

in the days I went a-dancing
No thought of care or woe

The lads and {asses in their best
A fang time ago

It's right nice outside, you know.
John and the girls have gone out

I mow. I could go and fetch
you one of them books

Come on, Miss Jane, weer yourself up.
When's all this going to end?

All this crying. It will do you no good

I cry because I am miserable. Bessie -
Miserable? You've nowt to be miserable for

Mrs Reed's done you a great
service taking you in.

You ought to be thankful
for your good fortune

It's unjust

Perhaps you should learn
to keep your passions under control

Try to think of good things
- There are no good things

I don't know what's to
be done with you. You'll

end up in the poorhouse:
how would you like that?

I shouldn't like to be a beggar
and have no fire and no shoes

I've heard that Mrs Reed's making enquiries
about sending you to school

School?

Do you remember those
young ladies I told you

about from that last
family I worked for?

They went to school. They could embroider.
And translate from the French

And play piano? And paint watercolours?

But most importantly. They learned
how a young lady should behave

It's not easy, mind you. They have these
backboards to help you sit up straight,

and if you don't do as your
told you get the slipper

I shouldn't mind the
punishment if it were fair

Perhaps school will suit your temper. Then.
Now come on. Make yourself useful

This is the little girl
whom I should like you to find a place for

Her size is small. What is her age?
- Ten years

So mum? And what is her parentage?

She is an orphan. Her
father was a clergyman: he

died of an infection whilst
living amongst the poor

Her mother, my husband's
sister, followed soon after

That is the price you pay
for marrying below yourself

What is your name, mild?
- Jane Eyre, sir

Well, Jane Eyre. Are you a good mild?

Come here

Do you mow where the wicked go after death?

To hell, sir
- And what is hell?

A burning pit of fire

Should you like to be falling into that pit
and be forever burning?

No, sir
- Then what must you do to avoid it?

I must keep in good health and not die

And how will you do that?
Children younger than you die daily

I buried a mild of five years
old a day or two since,

a good little girl, whose
soul is now in heaven

it is to be feared the same could not be
said of you should you be called hence

Do you read your Bible?
- Sometimes

Are you fond of it?

I like Revelation. And some bits of Kings
and Chronicles. And Job and Jonah

And the Psalms? I hope you like them?
- The Psalms are not interesting

Mr Brocklehurst, should Jane
be admitted to Lowood...

...I would ask that the
staff there all guard

against her worst fault:
a tendency to deceit

Deceit? Deceit is indeed
a sad fault in a child

All liars will have their
portion in the lake burning

with fire and brimstone.
She shall be watched

I wish her to be brought
up in a manner suiting her

prospects, to be made useful
and to be kept humble

Plain fare. Simple attire. Unsophisticated
accommodation. Hardy and active habits

Sum is the order of the day at Lowood

I will send her as soon as possible

As for the vacations. She will. With your
permission. Spend them always at Lowood

That request can be accommodated. Ma'am

Little girl. Here is a book entitled
'A Child's Guide'. I penned it myself

Read it daily with prayer.
Especially 'An account

of the awfully sudden
death of Martha...'

'...a child addicted to
falsehood and deceit'

'The house awoke to her deathly cry
As the devil choked Martha on her lie'

Good day

Return to the nursery

I am not deceitful. If I were.
I should say that

I loved you: but I declare
I do not love you

This book about the liar.
You may keep it

yourself. For it is you who tells lies.
And not I

Jane. What is the matter with you?

I am glad you are no
relation of mine. I will

never call you aunt
again as long as I live

I will never come to see
you when I am grown up,

and if anyone ever asks me how I liked you
and how you treated me,

I shall say the very thought
of you makes me sick

and that you treated me
with miserable cruelty

How dare you affirm that, Jane Eyre!

How dare I, Mrs Reed? How dare I?
Because it is the truth

You think I can do without one bit of love
or kindness. But I cannot live so

I shall remember to my dying
day how you thrust me back

into the Red Room. Though
I cried out with distress

And that punishment you
made me suffer because

your wicked boy knocked
me down for nothing

Send me to school soon, Mrs Reed,
for I hate to live here

I will indeed send you to school.
I will indeed

Miss Jane? Miss Jane!

Where is she now? As if I've got time
to be looking all over the house for her

You naughty little thing.
Why don't you come when you're called?

Come. Bessie. Don't scold
- The coach is on its way

Come here. SR down, let
me have a look at you

Have you washed your face?
You didn't do behind you ears

Get off

Dinner. Don't forget to eat it.
Tea. Keep it safe

- Will you go in and bid
the Missis goodbye?

No. Bessie. She came in
to my room last night.

And she said I need not disturb her
in the morning. And to remember...

...that she had always been
my best friend. And to

speak of her and be
grateful to her accordingly

And what did you say, Miss?

Nothing. I hid beneath the bedclothes
and turned my face to the wall

That was wrong, Miss Jane

No. Bessie. It was quite right. Your Missis
has not been my friend: she has been my foe

How coolly my little lady talks!

I dare say now if I were to ask you
for a kiss you wouldn't give it to me

I'll kiss you and welcome...
Bend your head down

Come here

Now you work hard at that school.
Goodbye. Miss Jane

Goodbye Bessie. Goodbye box hedge.
Goodbye gravel path. Goodbye wet lawn...

Goodbye, Gateshead!

First stop Sherriff Hill, Ayton Banks,
Lamesley, the beautiful Birtley,

Painshow, Waldridge, Lumley, Kimblesworth,
Burwin Gate, Greydale, Durham

Ferry Hill, Merrington,
Windlestone, Blackwell,

Hurworth, Stanwick,
Allerton, Topcliffe,

Sandhutton, Asenby,
Richmond, Bedale... STOP!

Right, ladies and gentlemen,
it's piddle stop.

(I've been dying for a piss
for about forty mile!)

Right, shake the peg and
down your leg, let's

get bad! On't' road!
One, two, three, yaah!

Next stop Flaxby, Leathley,
Eccleshill, Churwell

Whoa! What the bloody heck's all this?

Shoo! Be off wi' yer!
I'll be having you for

my tea if you don't get
out o' my track...

Right. Let's get back on't' road!
One, two, three, yaah!

Next stop Langthorpe,
Arkendale, Ripon,

Stanley, Skelton, Hornby,
Ouse Burn, Dishforth

Last stop... Lowood

ls there a little girl called Jane there?
Jane Eyre from Gateshead?

Follow me, mild
- The mild is very young to be sent alone

She looks tired. She
ought to be sent to bed

Are you tired. Child?
- A little. Ma'am

Is this the first time you've been away
from your parents and sent to school?

I don't have any parents
- How long have they been dead?

Since I was a baby
- And how old are you now?

Ten years old
- Can you read and write and sew a little?

Yes, ma'am
- Then I hope you will be a good mild

Give her some supper before she goes to bed
- Biscuit... Cup of water... Blanket

Here is your uniform. You must wear it
at all times during your residence here

Goodnight, mild

Kyrie eleison. Kyrie...

Lowood Institution for
the education and

edification of poor,
orphaned and abandoned girls

Blood of my saviour, bathe me in thy tide

Wash me in the waters gushing from thy side

Come, you children,
let me teach you the fear of God

Keep your tongue from speaking evil
and your lips from speaking lies

God's eyes are towards the righteous.
His ears listen to their cries

Many are the afflictions of the righteous.
But God will deliver you out of them all

Kyrie eleison. Kyrie

What is God?
- God is the supreme spirit

Where is God?
- God is everywhere

What was the sin committed by Eve?

The sin committed by Eve
was the sin of temptation

What is sin?
- Sin is an offence against God

Girls! File out!

You may be seated

Eyre, come and sh here behind King.
Bums, stop daydreaming

Right. Thread your needles
and knot the tail end

We are doing blanket stitch.
A quarter of an inch from the edge

SR up straight. King! (SLAP)

Sloppy work, Bower. Take
it out and start again

Burns! Focus on the task in hand! (SLAP)

ls your book interesting?

I like it

What's it about?

You may look at it

What is your name, besides Bums?
- Helen

Do you come from a long way from here?

I come from a place farther north,
quite on the borders of Scotland

Will you ever go back? - I hope so.
But nobody can be sure of the future

Why is this place called Lowood
Institution? Why not Lowood School?

We're all charity children. All the girls
here have lost either one or both parents.

And they call this an Institution
for educating orphans

Do they keep us for nothing?
- Our families pay fifteen pounds a year

Fifteen pounds?
Then why do they call us charity children?

Because fifteen pounds is not enough

And the rest is paid by generous ladies
and gentlemen of Mr Brocklehurst's parish

So you're an orphan?
- My mother's dead

How long have you been here?
- Two years

Are you happy here?
- You ask rather too many questions

I have given enough answers for
the present. Now I want to read

Thus concludes our
chapter on the execution

of King Charles the First.
Who was listening?

Well. Let's see. Shall we?
When was King Charles executed? Hayes?

1649, ma'am
- Vague. More detail

King?
- January... ma'am...

Do not put your hand up
unless you know the answer

Bums?
- Tuesday January 30th 1649, ma'am

And where was he executed?

Outside the banqueting hall
at the Palace of Whitehall. Ma'am

And what were his final words?

'Therefore I tell you that I
am a martyr of the people.

I have a good cause and a
gracious God on my side'

Eyre. Fetch the rod from the cupboard

Burns. You dirty. Disagreeable girl.
You never scrubbed your nails this morning

Hayes!

Hardened girl. Nothing can
mend your slatternly habits

Is it the same book?

Yes, and I have just finished it

You must wish to get away from this place

Why should I?
I was sent to Lowood to get an education.

And it would be of no use going away
until I have attained that object

But that teacher was so cruel to you
- Not at

all. She is severe. She
dislikes my faults

I should resist her if she
struck me with that rod. I

should get it from her and
break it under her nose

Probably you would do
nothing of the sort: but

if you did, Mr Brocklehurst
would expel you

It is far better to endure patiently
a smart whim nobody feels but yourself...

...than to commit a
hasty action whose evil

consequences extend to all
those connected to you

You say you have faults, Helen: what
are they? To me you seem very good

Then learn from me not
to judge by appearances

I am. As the teacher said. Slatternly. I
seldom put. And never keep. Things in order

I am careless. I forget rules.
I read when I should learn my lessons

That is curious. It is
so easy to be careful

For you. I have no doubt that it is

Your thoughts never seem to wander.
Mine continually rove away

Sometimes I think I am in Northumberland
and the noises I hear...

...are the sound of a bubbling little brook
that runs through Deepden near our house

And when it comes to my
turn to reply, I have

to be wakened and I
have no answer ready

This is all very provoking to Miss. Who is
naturally neat. Punctual and particular

And cross and cruel. And
you're so good. Helen

Yes. In a passive way.
But there is no merit in such goodness

Yes, there is.
You are good to those who are good to you

if you were good to all
the wicked people. Then

the cruel people would
have it all their own way

So we should strike bad!
- No. I cannot believe that

I hold another creed. Which
no one ever taught me and

I seldom mention. But which
I delight in and cling to

With this weed, revenge
never worries my

heart and injustice never
crushes me too low

I don't understand

Helen Bums, if you don't
go and put your drawer

in order and fold up
your work this minute...

...I'll tell Miss Scatcherd
to come and look at it

We are all burdened with
faults in this world. Love

your enemies. Jane. And
bless them that curse you

How should you finish the day?

I should finish the day by kneeling down
and saying my prayers

After your night prayers,
what should you do?

After my night prayers I
should observe due modesty in

going to bed, occupy my self
with thoughts of death.

And endeavour to compose myself
to rest at the foot of the Cross...

...and give my last thoughts
to my crucified Saviour

My plan in bringing up
you girls is not to

accustom you to habits of
luxury and indulgence...

...but to render you hardy.
Patient and self-denying

I have had reports
that there have been

occasions when your
porridge has been burned

This should not be seen as
the spoiling of a meal,

but an opportunity to muse upon
the sufferings of early Christian martyrs

Careless girl! Let the child who
dropped her book step forward

Ah, Jane Eyre. I have a few
words to say regarding you

Stool

Place yourself upon it, child

No, I wish you to stand

You all see this girl?

My dear children. I must warn you
that this little girl is a castaway.

Not of the true flock
but evidently an interloper and an alien

You must be on your guard against her

You must shun her example. Avoid her
company and exclude her from your sports.

Because this girl is a servant of the
Evil One! This little girl... is a liar

Let her stay on the stool. And let no one
speak to her for the remainder of the day

My feet may are a-weary
My limbs may are a-sore

I have travelled across this land so far
How long I can't be sure

Here. Eat it

Why do you stay with a girl
who everybody believes to be a liar?

Everybody? Eighty girls
have heard you so called,

and the world contains
hundreds of millions

Those eighty, I know, despise me

Probably no one despises you.
Many I am sure pity you

But how can they pity me
after what Mr Brocklehurst said?

Mr Brocklehurst is not a God

if the whole world hated you while your own
conscience absolved you from guilt...

...you would not be without friends

November... December...

January... February...

March. March. April...

May...

June, June... June

How is Helen Bums?
- She is very poorly, mild

What did the doctor say about her?
- We must all pray for her

Can I go and see her?
- No. Child. The sick bay is out of bounds

Helen? Are you awake?

What are you doing here. Jane?
It's past eleven o'clock

I came to see you, Helen.
I heard you were very ill

You've come to bid me goodbye, then

Are you going home?
- Yes, to my last home

No!

Jane. It's cold. Come and
cover yourself with my quilt

I'm very happy, Jane.
And when you hear that

I am dead, you must be
sure and not grieve

There is nothing to grieve about

We all must die some day, and the illness
which is removing me is not painful

Do you know where you're going, Helen?
Can you see?

I am going to God
- Where is God? What is God?

Besides this Earth there is an invisible
world and a kingdom of spirits

It's everywhere. And those
spirits watch over us

So will I see you again, Helen, when I die?

You will come to the same
region of happiness, no doubt

I feel as ill could sleep. But don't leave
me, Jane, I'd like to have you near me

I'll stay with you, and
nobody shall take me away

Goodnight, Jane
- Goodnight, Helen

Christ with me...

Christ before me

Christ behind me

Good morning. Children.
My name is Miss Eyre

and I will be your
teacher here at Lowood

Encore une fois

Je suis, tu es, il est, elle est, nous
sommes, vous êtes, ils sent, elles sont

Trés bien. Encore une fois
- 1649

And what were the final words of the King?
Saunders?

'Therefore I tell you that I
am a martyr of the people.

I have a good cause and a
gracious God on my side'

Encore une fois
- Je suis, Tu es, il est, Elle est...

Oh, Edwards, please don't
wipe your nose on your

sleeve. It is a bit cold
in here though, isn't it?

Now thread your needles and tie a
knot at the tail end of the thread

We're going to be doing blanket stitch.
A quarter of an inch from the edge

Encore une fois

Je suis, Tu es, il est, Elle est, nous
sommes, vous êtes, ils sent, elles sont

Encore une fois...

Enough!

There are the two wings
of the school building

There is the gate.
There. The road cuts into the gravel track

And beyond, the blue peaks... the
blue peaks. Those blue peaks

I must have liberty. And if I cannot
have liberty then I must have mange

Grant me at least a new servitude. Think!

Think!

Think!
- What can I do?

I can get a new place. With new people.
Under new circumstances

Why do I want this? - Because it is
of no use wanting anything better

But how do people gel a new place?
- They apply to friends, I suppose

I have no friends

Plenty of people have no friends
- What do they do?

Advertise... as a governess

I must advertise in the Yorkshire Herald

'To JE who advertised in
the Herald last Thursday'

'A situation can be offered
her where there is but

one pupil, a little girl
under ten years of age'

The salary is thirty pounds per annum'
- Dinner

'JE is requested to travel
at her earliest convenience'

Tea
- 'Mrs Fairfax, Thornfield Hall'

Goodbye, Lowood

First stop Rockwith, Bramhope, Methley,
(watch your bags!) Ragby, Moston, Royston,

Matlock, Butterby, Turnditch, Mackworth,
Lubley, Millcote, whoa!

Bloody English weather!
Sony love, you'll have to gel out and walk

There's too mum ice on Hay Lane.
But Thornfield Hall is just down the way

Ow! Fuck! Fuck this fucking place!

Are you injured, sir?
- Just stand to one side!

Is there anything I can do to help?
- You can be on your way

Pilot! Pilot, get off me

I cannot think of leaving you here
at this late hour in this solitary lane...

...until I see you are
fit to mount your horse

Necessity compels me to make you useful.
Come here... stand there

You will have to tum

Whoa! Easy, easy... There we go

I'm obliged to you. Pilot, away!

You're not lost'!
- No

You know where you're going?
- Yes, thank you

Well, good evening
- Good evening, sir

Hello?
- Jane Eyre? How do you do

Ooh. Aren't your poor hands cold.
Welcome to Thornfield - Mrs Fairfax?

Yes indeed. Come and stand by the fire,
get yourself warm

Ooh, your coat is soaked.
Let me take it from you

Can I get you anything? Something
to eat, perhaps? - No, thank you

What a journey you must have had!
All that way in the frost and the snow

I am glad you are come

Sometimes one can feel very alone, rattling
around these empty corridors of a nighttime

C'est Elle, ma gouvernante?
- Bonsoir. Tu es encore debout?

Vous parlez français!

Adella! You are supposed to be asleep
- Je Ne suis pas fatiguée

Off to bed with you, now!
- Jusqu'à demain, mademoiselle

She has a few words of English but I have
the devil of a job to get her to use them

You must be exhausted.
Let me show you to your room

Aye, Thornfield is a fine
old hall, though very

much neglected of late in
Mr Rochester's absence

Who is Mr Rochester?
- Why. He's the owner. Did you not mow?

I thought Thornfield belonged to you?

To me? Bless you, mild, what an idea.
No, I'm only the housekeeper

And the mild? My pupil?

Adella is Mr Rochesters ward.
He brought her

over from France at the
end of last summer

Such a shame he spends so much time
on the continent

Great houses require the presence
of their proprietors

Here we are, my dear.
I do hope you'll be comfortable

I've put you in one of
the smaller rooms. The

large apartments at the
front are so sombre

And your fire's kept in. Good

Your window looks out over the garden. With
a wonderful view from the battlements...

...Rochester land as far as the eye can see

ls Mr Rochester well respected?

He is a good master. Somewhat peculiar
perhaps. Though not strikingly so

My room is along the
corridor: you just knock

if you need anything.
Goodnight, Miss Eyre

Mrs Fairfax! Mrs Fairfax!

Good morning. My dear. What is it?
- I heard something... like a laugh

Probably one of the servants.
Grace Poole, very likely

Did you hear it?

I often hear her. She sews in one
of the rooms on the third floor

She sometimes has one of
the maids in to assist

her, and they can be
very noisy together

Too much noise. Grace. Remember directions

Now. Time for you to
meet your pupil properly

As Miss Adella's governess...

...you will be responsible
for teaching her all the

accomplishments expected
of a modern young lady

Of course, improving her
English is a priority

But she must also be able to dance,
and do fine needlework, and play piano

In the evenings, after she is in bed,
you may sit with me in the parlour

And on Sundays we all
attend church together

Now. Adele. In our lessons we will always
speak English. We'll start with numbers...

Je Ne comprends pas

We'll start with numbers and then we'll
move on to simple nouns. Like animals

Parlez français!

Then we will combine them as follows:
one (rat, two dogs, three pigs and so on

Je Ne comprends pas!

One, two, three, four, five...
- Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq!

Oh, I see you do understand

En Français!...
- English...

Oh well, never mind, we'll
try again another day

Goose
- Geese

Goose
- Geese

Many geese. Honk honk
- Well done, Adele

Les derniers mots du roi
furent 'J'ai une bonne

cause et un Dieu
bienveillant de man côté'

Très bien

I cannot understand a word she says
when she runs on so

I am learning the kings of England
- History?

What does a young
lady need with that?

Must we do sewing again? - What else
would a young lady do of an evening?

She was young, wildfire eyes a-gleaming
Cast on the Western wind

By the hands of love she was bound
and blinded To her final end

Who stole your crown
While your back was turned?

Bow your head down
While your body slowly burns

I cannot do it. I have made a knot again
- Give it here

She's tired, I'll see to her.
Another day done

I should be happy
- I know I should

I should be content
- Adèle is a good pupil

Mrs Fairfax has a kind heart
- I know

I should not be restless

it is in vain to say
human beings ought to be

satisfied with tranquillity.
We must have action

Women are supposed to be very calm,
generally - Women feel just as men feel

They need exercise for their
faculties and a field

for their efforts as much
as their brothers do

Must I confine myself to making puddings
and embroidering cushion covers?

I wish to exercise my mind.
I wish to be allowed freedom

Miss!

Miss Jane, you'll have to
see to Adella yourself

The master has returned
without a word of warning.

His bed's not made up and
Cook's got nothing in

Is this Mr Rochester's dog?

Aye, and he's a blooming nuisance.
Pilot! Out! Come on! You know

Master wants to see you and Adella in the
drawing room after dinner tomorrow evening

Come on, out of it, Pilot!

You?
- May I introduce Miss Eyre

Good evening, sir

You're Adele's governess?
- Yes. Sir

Do you two mow each other?

Yes, Mrs Fairfax. This woman leapt out at
me on Hay Lane and felled me from my horse

I hope there were no bones broken, sir

Out!

Bonsai Monsieur Rochester'

It's 'good evening', Adèle.
'Good evening', not

'bonsoir. You're not in
bloody Paris any more

Good evening. Mister Rochester
- Better

Excuse me. Sir.
Est-ce Que vous avez un cadeau pour moi?

No, I have not brought you a present
- Et pour Miss Eyre aussi?

Well, Miss Eyre, did you expert a present'!
Are you fond of presents?

I believe they are generally
thought pleasant things

Generally thought? What do you think? - I
have very little experience of them. Sir

You are more sophisticated
than Adele. She

demands her present. You
beat about the bush

That is because I have less confidence
in my deserts than she does

Don't fall bad! On over-modesty!
I have examined

Adele: she is not bright,
she has no talents...

...yet Mrs Fairfax tells me that in a
short time she has made much improvement

There, sir, you have now given me my cadeau

it is the meed teachers most covet:
praise of their pupil's progress

Humbug!

Take a seat

You have been in my house for three months.
Where did you come from?

Lowood institution
- Who are your parents?

I have none

None? So were you waking for your people
as you sat on that stile?

For whom, sir?
- The men in green

When you leapt out at
me on Hay Lane that

night I thought unaccountably
of fairy tales

Did I break through one
of your fairy rings,

that you spread that damned
ice on the causeway?

The men in green all forsook England
a hundred years ago, sir

And not even in Hay Lane or the fields
about it might you find a trace of them

I don't think either summer
or harvest or winter

moon will ever shine
on their revels more

Adele showed me your
portfolio this morning.

Are these paintings
all your own work'?

I should think a master aided you
- No, indeed

Well. That pricks pride.
Where do your ideas come from?

From my head

From that head I see on your shoulders?
- Yes

They are weird. The thoughts are elfish

Were you happy when you painted these?
- As happy as I have ever been

Put the drawings away

What are you about. Miss Eyre?
It's gone nine o'clock. Take Adele to bed

Adèle, come

Bonne nuit

Good evening, sir

Mrs Fairfax? I thought you said
Mr Rochester was not strikingly peculiar

Well, is he?
- He seems very chngeful and abrupt

I am so used to his manner
I never think of it

if he has peculiarities of temper.
Allowance should be made

Why'? - He has painful thoughts
that make his spirits unequal

What about'!
- Family troubles

I thought he had no family
- Not now, but he has had

He broke with them long ago.
Some misunderstanding with his father

Mr Rochester is not very forgiving

One times two is two,
two times two is four,

three times two is six,
four times two is eight

Five times two is ten. Six
times two is... twelve

Seven times two is... fourteen.
Eight times two is... sixteen

Very good, Adèle. That will do for today

Sir? - I see you can count
as well as paint, Miss Eyre

You have discovered my
only other talent. Sir -

Modesty again? I thought
we had done away with that

Old habits are hard to break

Adèle!... Adèle!
- Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?

I have something for you
- Quoi? La boîte? C'est pour moi?

Yes. Take it away and disembowel it.
But do it quietly

- Merci, Mr Rochester. Merci!
J'adore le cadeau!

Mrs Fairfax! Take her to the nursery
and make sure that she doesn't bother me

Miss Eyre. Pull up your chair

Here, where I can see you

You examine me, Miss Eyre. Do you
think me handsome? - No, sir

There is something singular about you

You sit there sewing away in silence and
then you come out with a comment like that

Forgive me sir, I was too plain
- Yes, you were

I should have said something like:
beauty is of little consequence

You should have said no sum thing

It was just a blunder, sir
- It was, and you shall answer fork

Criticise me. Find fault with me.
Does my forehead not please you?

You look puzzled, Miss Eyre

And while you are no
more pretty than I am

handsome, a puzzled air
becomes you: so puzzle on

I am disposed to be gregarious
and communicative tonight,

so we are going to have a conversation.
Now speak

What about. Sir?
- Anything you like

You are dumb, Miss Eyre. Stubborn

I am willing to amuse you if I can, sir,
but how will I know what will interest you?

You ask me questions.
I will do my best to answer them

Fine. But as I have roamed half the globe
while you have lived quietly in a corner.

Don't you think that I have a right
to be somewhat masterful, abrupt even,

without you being piqued or hurt
by my tone of command?

Do as you please, sir
- That is not an answer

The smile is very well, but speak too

I was merely thinking that very few masters
would concern themselves...

...as to whether their
paid subordinates

felt piqued or hurt by
their tone of command

Paid subordinates? I pay
your salary, don't I?

Well, on that mercenary
ground then, ill dispense

with a great many conventional
forms and phrases,

you won't think that their omission
arises from insolence?

I should never mistake
informality for insolence. Sir

One I rather like: the other nothing
freeborn would submit to. Even for a salary

Humbug. Most things freeborn
would submit to anything for a salary

But perhaps you are an exception

I don't mean to flatter you, Miss Eyre.
It is no merit of yours. Nature did it

You may yet prove to
have intolerable defects

to counterbalance
your few good points

We are all burdened by
faults in this world, sir

I was set on the wrong track
at the age of twenty-one

and have never recovered
the right course since

On the whole, nature meant
me to be a good man

I am not. Not that I am a villain. Just
a sinner: a trite commonplace sinner

You must wonder that I tell you this?

You have a peculiar mind. You listen
to me with an innate sense of pity

Qu'elle est belle! Merci
pour ma belle robe! Ça

me Va bien? Qu'est-ce
Que Je suis magnifique!

Mrs Fairfax, I told you to keep her out

Adèle! Adèle, get out!

You too, dog! Go on, out!

Do you think she resembles me?

I could not say, sir

I have a past existence,
a series of deeds that I daily regret

Dread remorse when you are tempted to err,
Miss Eyre. Remorse is the poison of life

Repentance is said to be its cure. Sir

Her mother insisted she was mine

I see no proof in her countenance.
Pilot is more like me than she is

Celine Varens was her name:
an opera dancer. She

abandoned the child and
ran away with a singer

You never felt jealousy.
Did you. Miss Eyre? I

need not ask. Because you
have never felt love

Now you mow the child is a
French dancer's bastard.

You will perhaps think differently
of your position here?

Not at all, sir. Now
that I know she was

abandoned by her mother
and disowned by you,

I shall cling more closely
to her than before

I like this night. I
like Thornfield, with

its old crow trees and
lines of dark windows

How long have I hated the
very thought of this

place, I've shunned Mike
some great plague house

I Mo'! Like it! I dare like it!
I will break

any obstacles to happiness.
To goodness

I wish to be a better man than I have been,
I wish to be a better man than I am

Strange that I moose you
as a confidante in this

You listen as if it were
the most natural thing in the world...

...for a man like me to tell tales of his
opera mistress to his young governess

I see at intervals the
glance of a curious sort

of bird through the
dose-set bars of a cage

A vivid. Restless.
Resolute captive is there:

were it but free. It
would soar cloud-high

You fear me because I talk like a sphinx

No, sir, I am certainly not afraid

Goodnight, Miss Eyre

That was an unexpected evening.
He talked a lot

A lot... He talked a lot... to me

why?

He said I was a good listener
- I am a good listener

I think he was just drunk
- He was definitely drunk

But he did say I have a peculiar mind
- Is that good?

Is peculiar good?
- No, peculiar's not good

He's peculiar
- He's definitely peculiar

I will like it. I dare like it

Deep in the burning ice
Lies a flame

Who's there? Who's there?

Sir! Sir, wake up! Sir, get out of bed!

I heard someone laughing
in the corridor. Someone

is trying to hurt you.
Shall I fetch Mrs Fairfax?

Mrs Fairfax'? No, she will
wake the entire house

Jane, I have to leave you for a few
moments. If you are cold, take my coat

Should I not come with you. Sir? - No. Stay
here. Don't move or call out until I return

I have found it all out.
It is exactly as I thought

The laughter in the corridor...
you will have

heard something like it
before, I should think?

Yes, sir. There is a woman
who sews on the third

floor. Grace Poole. She
laughs in that way

Grace Poole. Just so

She is strange, sir, I don't think
you should keep her in the house

You are no talking fool. Jane. Say nothing
more about it. You ought to go to bed

Goodnight then. Sir

You are leaving me already?

You said I might go, sir

You save my life, then you walk away
from me as if we were mere strangers

At least shake me by the hand

I have the pleasure of owing you
an immense debt, Jane

There is no debt, sir,
there is no obligation of any kind

I knew you would do me good in some way.
I saw it in your eye that first time we met

I am glad I happened to be awake

Goodnight again, sir

Good morning. Grace
- Miss

A strange affair
- Indeed. Miss

May I ask. Are you in the habit
of bolting your door at night?

I am not. But in future I
shall make sure I bolt

my door securely before
I venture to lie down

it might be wise to do so. Miss - it might
be wise for Mr Rochester to do the same

Well. When he returns you
can advise him so yourself

I did not know he was out

He is gone to Lord and
Lady Ingram's: he's not

expected back for a fortnight.
Good morning, Miss

Mrs Fairfax! Mrs Fairfax!
We are back, soaked to the skin and hungry

A few more than expected, I'm afraid

Mrs Fairfax! Bring some
hot tea to my room,

please. I'll catch my
death in these wet things

I'd forgotten how splendid Thornfield is

The piano has not moved since
your last visit. Blanche

- Then you will sing and
I shall play for you

- Al a command from
you, I am all obedience

Enchantée mademoiselle

Edward, who is this?

May I introduce my ward, Adèle Varens
- What a poppet of a child

Adèle, Miss Ingram
- Bonjour!

And her governess. Miss Eyre
- Sir. Good evening

I had half a dozen governesses
when I was a child.

The word itself is enough
to make me feel nervous

You should send the child to school
- I have not considered the subject

You men never do. Now... Are you in
good voice tonight, Signor Eduardo?

Signor Eduardo? Why, Miss Ingram,
you make me sound like a Spanish mercenary

A Spanish mercenary would suit me fine

Mrs Fairfax. I was not aware
that Mr Rochester could sing

He only sings in the company
of other ladies and gentlemen

That Blanche Ingram: voice of an angel

You. A favourite of Mr Rochester? - You.
Gifted with the power of pleasing him?

You, of importance to him in anyway?
- Listen then, Jane Eyre, and look

Draw in chalk your own picture
without softening one defect

Write under it: 'Portrait of a governess,
disconnected, poor and plain'

Mad about the boy
I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy

I'm so ashamed of it but must admit
The sleepless nights I've had about the boy

Will it ever cloy?
This odd diversity of misery and joy

I'm feeling quite insane and young again
And all because I'm mad about the boy

Lord knows I'm not a fool girl
I really shouldn't care

Lord knows I'm not a schoolgirl
in the fury of her first affair

Now take a piece of the finest parchment -
Mix your freshest, dearest, brightest tints

And paint carefully the
loveliest face you can imagine

Write under it: 'Blanche Ingram.
An accomplished lady of rank'

Whenever in the future
you should chance to

fancy that Mr Rochester
thinks well of you...

...take out these pictures and compare them

So if I could employ
A little magic that will finally destroy

This dream that pains me and enchains me

But I can't because I'm mad...
Mad about the boy

A more fantastic idiot than Jane Eyre
has never lived

Pardon me, madam, for the late hour.
I am an old

friend of Mr Rochester's:
I was hoping to see him

He is in the drawing room. He has guests

Shall I take you to him?
- No. I have no wish to disturb the party

If you would be so kind
as to inform him that a

Mr Mason is here. From
Spanish Town in Jamaica

I'll fetch him

Jane!
- Good evening, sir

Why did you not come and speak to me
in the drawing room?

I did not wish to disturb you, sir,
as you seemed engaged

And what have you been doing during my
absence? - Teaching Adele, as usual

You didn't catch cold
that night you dragged me out of bed?

Not the least

Return to the drawing room, you are
deserting too early - I am tired, sir

And a little depressed
- I am not depressed

There is a man who's come to see you.
I have left him in the hall

He's from Spanish Town in Jamaica.
His name is Mason

Mason?

W“?

Oh God!

Sir? Sir? Are you ill, sir?

I wish I were on a quiet
island with only you, Jane.

Trouble and danger on the
far side of the world

What can I do?

Edward?

Richard!
Let's get you a drink, warm you up

Jane! Are you up?
You must come with me to the third floor

You don't turn sick at the sight of blood?
- I don't think so, sir

Mason! How are you, Mason?
- She's done for me, I fear

Bear up, man! You thought
you were dead as a herring

a moment ago, and now
you're all up and talking

She bit me. She worried me like a tigress
when you took the knife off her

I warned you not to come
up here without me,

didn't I? - I thought
it would do some good

Well it hasn't, has it? But you are
not dying. I shall go for the surgeon

What about her?
- What more would you have me do?

Jane, try to stop him bleeding, but under
no circumstances speak to this man

Richard. Speak to this woman on peril
of your life. Do you understand?

I can rely on you, Jane?
- Yes, sir

Mason! The surgeon's here

The fresh air revives me
- Open the windows on his side

You must take care of her.
Treat her as tenderly as may be

I do my best. I have done it and I
will do it. Driver! Go on! Yah!

You've passed a strange night, Jane
- Yes, sir

Mason will be halfway to Liverpool by now

And the danger you spoke
of, sir: is that gone too?

Not until he is out of the country.
Perhaps not even then

Grace Poole must be sent
away from the house,

sir. Your life is in
danger while she remains

To live, for me, Jane, is
to stand on the crater

crust, which may crack and
spew fire at any time

Then speak to Mason. Sir.
Tell him he must avert the danger

Jane... Suppose you were
a wild indulged boy in a foreign land

There you commit a capital error. Mind. I
do not say 'crime': my word is 'error'

Over time, the results of what you
have done become utterly insupportable

You are desperate. You seek happiness
in heartless, sensual pleasures

Finally you come home.
You make a new acquaintance

You find in this stranger all the bright
qualifies you have sought for twenty years

You feel better days come back.
You wish to recommence your life

To attain that end, are you justified in
overleaping a mere conventional impediment?

Is this man justified in
daring the world's opinion in

order to attach himself forever
to this gentle stranger?

A sinners reformation should never depend
on a fellow creature. Sir

if anyone you know has
suffered or erred, let him

look higher than his equals
for strength and solace

But the instrument! The instrument! God,
who does the work, ordains the instrument

I believe I have found the
instrument for my cure

Little friend. You may perhaps have noticed
my penchant for Miss Ingram

Don't you think that if I married her
she would regenerate me with a vengeance?

You look quite pale. Jane.
You must curse me for disturbing your rest

Curse you? No, sir - Then shake my
hand in confirmation of the word

You have cold fingers

When will you watch with me again?

Whenever might be useful, sir
- Perhaps the night before I am married

I am sure I shan't be able to sleep.
Do you promise

to sit up with me and
talk of my lovely one?

To you I can talk of her,
for you have seen her and you know her

She's a rare one, is she not, Jane?
- Yes, sir

She's a strapper... she's a real strapper

The house will be awake soon.
You'd best go in by the shrubbery

In the days I went a-dancing
Nor thought of care or woe

The lads and lasses in their best
A long time ago

The breeze did blow the blossom down
The green leaves died away

The echoing cry of a crow on the wing
Told me I could not stay

My feet may are a-weary
My limbs may are a-sore

I have travelled across this land so far
How long I can't be sure

The mountains stand before me
The rivers running wild

The wind it howls, the rain it falls
Upon this orphan child

What the little thing looks like.

You need to learn to control your emotions.

Take her to the Red Room and lock her up.

Unfair! I must have freedom.

Is Mr. Rochester a respected man?

You! You are Adele's governor.

Blanche Ingram, she's special.

You've never felt jealous,
have you, Miss Eyre? I

do not need to ask, because
you have never loved.

Is the voice in good shape
tonight, Signor Eduardo?

I must have freedom... Unfair!

- I will like it! I'll like it!
- Wake up!

Do something!

- Edward! Edward!
- Do something!

This is the perfect place
for a climbing rose.

Is that it, Blanche? I'm
sure you'm right. After

all, you are a source
of botanical knowledge.

Mr. Rochester?

Edward, the governess wants something
again. What does that insect want now then?

- Go to the top of the house, I'll be here soon.
- Please, hurry up.

- Miss Eyre?
- Please sir, I'm got a letter.

My aunt is very ill, and I have
decided that I would like to visit her.

- Is fasting? You said you had no relatives.
- No one owns me, sir.

I suppose it will be a short visit.
Promise not to stay longer than a week.

I'm not making a promise
that I might have to break.

Then you will need money.
You can not travel without money.

How much money do you have, Jane?

Five shillings.
You have not given me my salary yet, sir.

How much do I owe you?

I've been here for six months,
so you owe me fifteen pounds.

- Here.
- It's fifty pounds, sir. You owe me fifteen.

- I do not want anything in return. Take your salary.
- I do not want more than you owe me.

- Okay. There you have ten. There are lots.
- Yes, but now you owe me five.

Then you can come back to Thornfield
to get the rest.

Mr. Rochester...

It's something else business
related that I would

like discuss with you while
I have the opportunity.

- Business related?
- Yes, sir.

You have almost informed me
that you will soon get married.

In that case, Adéle should be sent
to school and I seek other work.

- We can talk about this when you return.
- No, sir, now. I will advertise.

You do not advertise if you
do not want to deal with me!

Give back my ten pounds,
Jane, I need them.

Not five shillings, sir, nor five pence.

Jane! Promise me you're not advertising.

Leave the question of your
future employment to me.

Only if you in turn promise
that both Adéle and I will

come to be out of the house
before your bride enters it.

- Okay. You have my word on it.
- Thank you, sir.

- But see you after dinner as usual?
- Then I will pack.

Then I have to rely on
someone else to amuse me.

Please, Edward.
They serve drinks in the lounge.

Goodbye, sir.

Next stop is: Butterby, Topcliffe,
Blackwell... last stop is Gateshead.

Jane? Jane Eyre!

Bessie! Oh, Bessie.

Oh, look at is. You really are a real
young lady now. Give me is kappa.

- Sit down.
- Thanks.

- You look good.
- Thanks. Life as a married person must be good for me.

- You are married?
- Yes, with Robert. You remember him, the driver.

We have two little boys now too.
That's Bobby over there. Say hello, Bobby.

- Hi.
- Hi, Bobby.

So, you're a governess. I knew
that you had it in you.

I bet they taught you a lot
at that school. I bet you speak French.

Yes, Bessie, I can both
read and write French.

Bobby loves language.
Say something to him in French. Come on.

Bobby, Miss Jane will
say something to you in French.

Hello, Bobby. What are you reading?
Is there a lot of images?

Say something back.

Frock coat

He is shy.

Bessie... How's Aunt Reed?

Well, she did not feel so
bad when I wrote to you.

The doctor said she could have months...
maybe years, but...

What, Bessie? What has happened?

It's young Mr. John. He's gone.

Young Mr. John? How?

He lived a hard and wild life in London,
Jane. He owed money and went to prison.

Aunt Reed released him more
than once, but so fast

he was released, he went
back to his old habits.

They found him in their room down there.
They say it was suicide.

How does his mother handle it?

At first I thought the shock would
kill her. But she recovered a little.

- She keeps asking for you.
- Why me?

She says she can not rest
until she meets you.

Let me take you to her.
She's in the Red Room.

Who is it?

It's me, Aunt Reed.

- Who are you? I recognize that voice. Who's talking?
- Jane Eyre.

- Is that Jane Eyre?
- That's me.

You were brought here to torment me.
I curse the day then

my husband put the nasty
little cuckoo king in my nest.

I would never have done as I did
if it were not for you.

- I should let you rest, Aunt Reed.
- Villa? I can not rest.

- Are you Jane Eyre?
- That's me.

Where's John? My beautiful baby John...

There's no point in asking me for money.
There is no money left.

Can I give you some water, Aunt Reed?

That's something I have to tell you.

- Is anyone else here?
- No, we are completely alone.

I've done you wrong twice, Jane Eyre.

I broke the promise I made to my
husband to raise you as my own.

And the other?

There is a letter that concerns you.

Go to my dressing table. There's a box.
Open it. Inside... the letter... Read it!

"Madam, can you please send me
the address of my niece, Jane Eyre?"

"Then she's my only living relative I want
to write to her as soon as possible."

"It's my last wish to get in touch
with my brother's only child."

"I am, madam, William Eyre of Madeira."

That was five years ago. Why had
I never know anything about it?

I wrote to him in December of that year.
I said you died of fever in Lowood.

- Leave me now.
- Why do you hate me so much?

Gateshead never became the same
since you infected this house.

Your nature is evil. I
will never forget that

day when you turned against
me, like an animal.

- I was a child.
- I wish you had died.

Love me then, or hate
me as you please, Aunt

Reed, you have my full
and total forgiveness.

- I have arranged a bit for the trip.
- Thank you, Bessie.

You give me your address, right?
When you found a new job?

I do.

I wish you all the best... Goodbye.

Goodbye boxwood hedge, goodbye wet lawn,
goodbye Gateshead.

Jane Eyre! So very much
like you to walk all the

way from Millcote and do
not send for the cart.

I should have guessed that you would
show up if I took a walk along Hay Lane.

Pilot! Down!

You've been gone a whole month.
And done what, I wonder?

I've been with my aunt, sir, who's dead.

A genuine Jane answer.

- How was London, sir?
- How do you know I've been to London?

Mrs Fairfax said so in a letter.

Ah. My tailor is now a rich man.
The problem with

expensive clothes is that one
has to live on top of them.

You do not have a magic
potion in that bag, like that

money you are, who can turn
me into a handsome man?

It's more than magic can handle, sir.

Tell me, sir, have you heard regarding
a new job for me, as you promised?

I have not neglected my duties:
you, on the other hand, have it.

Adéle runs in circles around Mrs. Fairfax
and is damn annoying.

Go back to the house. Well, come on!

Oh, Mrs. Fairfax, I'll
put them in her room.

Where! I'll go see if she's here.

And I'll go and see
if there's any water left in that vase.

- Oh, Miss Eyre!
- Adéle!

You must come to your room,
I have picked flowers for you.

- O Mrs. Fairfax! She is here!
- Ah Jane, I'm glad you're back.

- I'm sorry for your loss.
- Thanks.

I'm taking care of your coat.
You're staying right?

I'll help you unpack your bag.

There may be something small for you
there in, Adéle.

- A gift? For me?
- Just something small!

Oh! Mr. Rochester!

To you.

You have to get out, there is an
anthill that I want to show you.

- When did the Ingram family gp, Mrs. Fairfax?
- They went to London a few days ago.

I guess everything is decided
between Mr. and Miss Ingram?

I'm sure they have everything
under control. I suspects

that Miss Ingram has
chosen her wedding dress,

Without a doubt, I will be
the last to be informed of the date.

Good evening. You do not
have to get up, Mrs Fairfax.

Is there anything I
can do for you, sir?

No, I was just looking for the dog.
Come on, Pilot.

Mrs Fairfax, I saw Mr Rochester
take out his horse this afternoon.

He had errands in Millcote. I asked him about
he would visit his tailor while he was there.

He's getting a new suit sewn up.
It must be the wedding costume: it must be!

Who came to the house this morning?

A member of the Ingram family's
staff came with a letter

from Miss Blanche. A love
letter, I firmly believe.

The announcement is close,
I feel it.

Jane... Come and look at this little crab.

There... Look at his wings.

- Thornfield is a lovely place in the summer, right?
- Yes, sir.

Have you attached yourself to the house?

- Yes.
- That's always the case.

As soon as you have settled
down somewhere shout

a voice that it is time
to get up and move on.

- Do I have to move on, sir?
- I think you have to.

I have found a place that might fit:
a family in Ireland.

- It's a long way off, sir.
- It does not matter.

A girl with your mind does not mind
the distance or the journey.

- Not the journey, but the distance. The sea is like a wall.
- Wall against what, Jane?

Towards England... Towards Thornfield...

Courage is, sir.

- We're been good friends, right?
- Yes, sir.

I sometimes get a weird feeling
when it comes to you.

It's like I had a thread
tied somewhere under my left rib,

tightly tied to a similar thread located
in the same part of your little body.

And if we were to be separated by land and
sea I think that thread would go off...

...and I would start bleeding inside
and you would forget me.

I would never, sir, you know that.

There you hear.

- I wish I had never been here.
- Do not say so.

I love Thornfield. I love it for that I
have lived a real and wonderful life here.

I have not been trampled on,
I have not been terrified.

I have spoken face to face
with what I appreciate

most, a genuine, powerful,
free-thinking mind.

I'm getting to know you, Mr Rochester...

...and it makes me terrified because I
must be snatched away from you forever.

I understand that it is
inevitable to separate

and it's like seeing the
inevitability of death.

Why do you think it is necessary?

- Why? Because of Miss Ingram, your bride.
- I have no bride!

- True, but you will have one.
- Yes, that's right.

- So I have to go, you said yourself.
- No! You have to stay.

Stay? Do you think I can stay?
And no longer mean anything to you?

Do you think I'm a vending machine?
A machine without emotions?

Do you think I lack soul and heart, just
because I am poor, mundane and small?

You are wrong! I have as much heart as you
and just as much soul.

And if God had gifted me
with a little beauty and great wealth...

...I would have made it
just as hard for you to

leave me as it is now for me to leave you.

I'm not talking to you now out of habit,
convention or even as a man of flesh and blood.

It is my soul that speaks to your soul,

just as if we had both just
been lowered into the grave and

now stood at the feet of God,
as they are equal unto us.

- It's us, Jane!
- Let me go! Let me go!

Jane! You are like a desperate bird
who toil in their own feathers.

I'm not a bird and no net can trap me.

I am a free man with my own will
which I now use to leave you.

Jane! Jane! Married to me!

- Do you drive with me?
- Do you doubt me?

Completely. Your bride stands between us.

I would not - I can not - get married
with Miss Ingram. I do not love her.

You... I love you as myself.

You, poor, everyday and small
as you are. Married to me!

- I?
- Say yes, fast.

- Let me see your face. Turn to the light.
- Why?

I want to see your facial expression.

Are you serious? Do you really love me?
Do you sincerely want me to be your wife?

I want that. I promise.

Then I'm going to marry you.

I'm so amazed that I
hardly know what to say.

I swear Mr Rochester barely came in five
minutes ago and said you were getting married.

Yes, he said the exact same thing to me.

That is undoubtedly true, as you say,
but how it will go I can not answer.

You are so young, so inexperienced
when it comes to men.

Be on your guard, do not
trust yourself or him.

Gentlemen in his position
are not used to marrying their governesses.

- You can't get married in those boots.
- Why? What's wrong with them?

- They are old. No one marries in old boots.
- I can, sir. And I will do that.

I have ordered Chinese silk from London,
Jane. It will be a beautiful wedding dress.

I intend to use my own salary
to fill my closet, thank you very much.

You can use silk to give yourself
an endless collection of vests.

I have something for you, Jane.
It will make you look like a princess.

Why? Because it hides my face?

- It must have cost a fortune.
- Of course it did. Please...

You must receive a gift from your future
spouse. And every bride needs a veil.

Okay then, I'll wear it.
But only because it makes you happy.

Who is it? Who is it?

Everything's in order, Jane.
We're going to London

as soon as we get back
from church tomorrow.

What is it?

I've had a strange night, sir.

I dreamed that Thornfield
was a gloomy ruin.

I climbed like a ghost up the
weathering ones the walls,

with cobwebs trailing like a veil.

It was just a dream, Jane.

You are not a ghost, and at the end
of next week are we in Marseille.

That was not all, sir.

When I woke up, or I thought
so, because it felt

still like a dream, I
was dazzled by a light.

Through it I could see a shadow in shape of a
woman, standing in the middle of the room.

There was no woman from the house, sir.

It was not Mrs Fairfax,
it was not even Grace Poole.

It was another woman, and she wore my bridal
veil while she stood in front of the mirror.

Then she took off her veil and tore it
in pieces, and the light was blown out.

- Was it a dream, sir?
- Of course. What else would it have been?

But the thing is, sir, that when I
went up to pull back the curtains...

...the veil lay there in
two parts on the floor.

It was half dream, half reality, Jane.

A woman entered your room,
and that woman must have been Grace Poole.

- It was not Grace Poole.
- There is no other possible explanation.

I know you're wondering why I sound like that
woman staying in the house. Of course you do.

But I have my reasons. When we've been married
for a year and a day, then I will tell you.

Can you trust me, Jane?

- One year and one day?
- You can not settle for that.

- You know what you saw.
- Why can he not tell it now?

- That woman was not Grace Poole...
- You can not be satisfied...

She was young, with shimmering eyes that
burned And the winds swept from the west

By the hands of love she was bound and
blinded Until his last day, so true

Who stole is the crown
When did you turn your back?

Bend your head
While your body is slow...

So she held her breath for a word of
kindness She learned the truth too late

The sky and the earth spun around their
shoulders As the smoke suffocates

Who stole is the crown
When did you turn your back?

Bend your head
While your body is slow...

When a lie is believed, you can not stop
its journey It is broken only by the bow

You can not turn around even if
you know where you are going

Nothing matters now

Who stole is the crown?
When did you turn your back?

Bend your head
While the body is slowly burning

Jane! Jane! The carriages are waiting.

Not so poor and mundane after all.

Mrs. Fairfax! Move the carts to the front of
the house, we go directly from the church.

Miss Eyre, you look so
beautiful in your dress.

Not now, Adele.

Goodbye, Mrs. Fairfax.

In the presence of God, the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit

we have gathered today
to witness the marriage

between Edward Fairfax
Rochester and Jane Eyre.

Marriage is a way of life
that is sanctified by God

and blessed by the presence
of our Lord Jesus Christ.

I have to ask you both
if any of you know of any obstacle...

...why you should not
be brought together in

marriage, and that in that
case you confess it now.

Are you taking this woman
to your real wife?

This marriage can not continue.
I declare that there is an obstacle.

Continue!

Sir, I can not continue until I have checked
whether this objection is true or false.

- I can unequivocally prove this statement.
- Who are you?

My name is Briggs. I'm
a lawyer from London.

- Mr Rochester has a wife who is alive.
- Continue!

I have marriage documents here from St
James's Church in Spanish Town, Jamaica.

That's where Mr. Rochester married a
Bertha Antoinetta Mason fifteen years ago.

It proves I had a wife,
not that she's still alive.

- I have a witness.
- Show him or disappear.

Hi, Edward.

What do you have to say?
What do you have to say?

Bertha Rochester, his wife, now lives Thornfield
Hall. I saw her there in April last year.

- It is enough!
- I'm her brother.

It is enough! There will
be no wedding today. These

gentlemen are telling the truth.
I have a wife.

Bertha Mason lives at
Thornfield Hall: A sensible

twin, who can set fire
to one while sleeping.

Came to the top of the house
then I will introduce you to my wife.

Sometimes she's completely furious,
other times she is depressed,

staring in front of him with absent
gaze and deep melancholy.

If she gets hold of some kind of knife,
a pair of scissors, a tool, or whatever,

then she uses it to hurt.

Real coercive measures are required
to keep her under control.

Anything that could possibly harm her
or others must be kept out of reach.

Install grilles for all windows.
She jumps if she can.

I have to see her, Grace. - Be careful,
sir, for God's sake be careful.

His arrival was my hope
His farewell was my pain

The truest love in my heart
Became ice in each vein

I dreamed that happiness was infinite
As I love, my dearest

And for this I was in a hurry
As blind as eager

On a rainbow I flew like
in a dream The glory

appeared with things I
had never seen before.

I've been waiting all night, Jane. I heard
nothing. Talk to me. Say something.

I need some water.

How are you now? - Everything around
me has changed, and so have I.

Jane, I'll change everything. I
will strike again Thornfield.

I will nail the
front door again.

I will pay Grace Poole two
hundred a year for that

live here with that fool,
with that demented creature.

Why? Why are you talking about your wife?
With such hatred?

It's irreconcilable and cruel.
She can not help how she is.

It's not because she's
crazy that I hate her. If

you were crazy, do you
think I would hate you?

Yes, I think so.

Haunted as a path through
wilderness and forest There

was power and misery and
anger between our souls

That's why the demons are in my head
Plays freely with each breath

My soul is lost, my sorrow died
Long ago

I was twenty-one, Jane,
and was sent halfway

around earth to marry an
already chosen bride.

Thirty thousand pounds
was the price my father

received in exchange for
my future happiness.

She dazzled me at first.
I thought I loved her.

She began to have violent outbursts.
A doctor declared her crazy.

Doors were read, windows got bars.
No officer managed it.

I could not do it, but she was my wife.
She quickly became totally unmanageable.

One night I was awakened by her scream,
and thought "This life is hell".

I took a gun from my suitcase,
to shoot myself.

But a breeze blew in through my window, a
wind from Europe: and a new idea struck me.

Go home, to Thornfield.
Let her be taken care of.

But let her identity and our marriage
buried in oblivion.

Protect her humiliation with secrecy
and then leave her.

My love has promised with a sealing kiss
To live with me, to die with me

I finally have my infinite happiness
As I love, I am loved

To say I have a wife is an empty mockery,
Jane. But I would not have cheated you.

Live with me like my wife. Accept my
promise of fidelity and give me yours.

Why are you silent?
Do you understand what I'm asking you?

All I want to hear is this promise:
"I will be you, Mr. Rochester."

I will not be you.

Jane, do you mean to go in one direction,
while I go to another?

Yes.

- Do you mean that?
- I do.

- And now what?
- Yes.

- What should I do, Jane?
- You will forget me long before I forget you.

You make me a liar with that language.
Never was

anything so fragile and at the
same time so indomitable.

I could crack her between my fingers... but
what good would it do to have her broken?

It's you I want.

I'm leaving you, sir.

- Jane...
- Mr Rochester.

Where is this cart going?
How much does it cost?

Take me as far as you can for
twenty shillings. I have no more.

Adéle...

What are people working on here?
What kind of craft?

Agriculture. Or needle factory.

- Do they employ women?
- No.

Could you give me some
money for my leather boots?

What would I do with
a pair of old boots?

- Could you give me some bread for them?
- I do not do business with beggars in my shop.

Helen... Will we meet again when I die?

Can you hear me? What's your name?

Diana! Diana! Get water.

Help me get her in.

My Jesus knows when I'm alone
He knows every pain, he sees every tear

He understands every single heartache
He understands because he cares

- What's your name?
- Jane Eyre.

In you, Lord, I have taken refuge:
Never let me feel ashamed.

Come quickly to my rescue. Become my
protective rock, a strong, saving fortress.

Because you are my rock and my fortress,
lead and guide me in your name.

Free me from the trap
that has been set for me.

So save me, Lord, our faithful God.
Amen.

You must be careful not to eat too fast.
You have had a fever for three days.

I hope I do not eat too
much at your expense.

Once you've told me where your friends live
I'll make sure you get to them.

I have to be honest,
I have no home and no friends at all.

- Where did you last live?
- It must remain my secret.

In my opinion, she has every right to
keep it. You can trust our discretion.

There is nothing hidden
that should not be

discovered: nor secrets,
which are not to be known.

St. John, you're too curious.
Let her rest for a while.

If I do not know anything about her or her story
I can not help. And you need help, right?

You and your sister have really
done me a great service.

But I do not want to
rely on your charity.

Show me where I can find work, how I can
earn enough to support me, and then I go.

Go? You should have a few more bowls
of broth before you go anywhere.

It seems like my sister would like to
stay here.

I prefer that you find an opportunity
to support yourself.

But you must know that my sphere
as a poor priest is limited.

My help will be of
the slightest kind.

I can be a servant or a simple worker,
if I can not get anything better.

If that's your mind, I'll do my best to
help you, at my own pace and in my own way.

And during that time you
will stay here with us.

My Jesus knows exactly what I need
Ah yes, he knows exactly what I need

He meets every need
He knows exactly what I need

Do you have everything you need?

- Apart from my students.
- They will arrive soon enough.

Mr. Rivers was very friendly who found
this service for me.

These children have
never been to school.

And so we found you at
the door of our home.

The Lord has a plan for all of us, Jane.

The Lord is a loving tyrant.

The tribulations are many and varied,
and you have had your worries, I suspect.

And they're getting easier here, Diana.
And I'm grateful.

- Good morning, all children.
- Good morning Miss.

Put down your slate boards
and gather around me.

"The sun, the punctual servant of all work,
had just got up and started to shine..."

"... on the morning of the
thirteenth day of May,

one thousand eight hundred
and twenty-seven,"

"when Mr. Samuel Pickwick woke up
like another sun from his slumber,"

"opened his chamber window,
and looked out at the world below ".

How has your first week been?
Harder than expected?

On the contrary. My young
students have made me happy.

The whole village is
talking about Miss Eyre.

But maybe your home, your furniture,
not been what you had expected.

- They are the truth to say very simple.
- They are clean and comfortable.

And I'm not so stupid as to complain
the absence of a rug and a sofa.

What you left behind before we met
of course I do not know.

But I advise you to abstain completely
every temptation to look back.

That's what I want to do.

A year ago, I myself was very unhappy.

I thought I made a mistake
by stepping in in the

clergy: its monotonous
duties tired me out.

But my forces heard a cry from heaven.

God had a mission for me:
to work as a missionary in India.

The salon is not your sphere.
You choose a harder life than I do.

Jane is not such a skeptic as you think:

she can withstand a storm
as well as anyone.

I've seen you sitting here alone after
the lessons. What are you studying?

I'm learning German.

I can see that you are very
committed to your studies.

I have a lot to learn about India in a short
time. Could you help me with the preparations?

I owe you that and more.

I want you to give up German
and learn Hindustani.

You're not an easy man
to say no to, St. John.

Good. Then it's decided, then.

I'm coming to the classroom
for an hour or two

at the end of each day.
We can start tomorrow.

I almost start to regret
that I will not have a

reason to use this language,
after such effort.

Oh really?

I would succumb to fever within a month
in such a hot climate.

Jane, you know it's only
six weeks until I leave.

God will protect you, for you have
taken is his job.

I go as a servant of God,
and leave behind me a

life of selfish laziness
and spirit poverty.

It seems strange to me that not everyone
is passionate about doing the same thing.

Not everyone has your powers, St.
John. That would be

foolishness for the weak
to march with the strong.

I'm not talking about the weak, Jane.

Come with me to India. Come
as my co-worker. God and

nature intended you to
become a missionary wife.

I'm not fit for it. I do not feel the cold.

Who is suitable for it? Unassuming as I am
can I give you the help you need.

I can stand by your side forever,
and constantly help you.

But where are my strengths for this
commitment? I do not know them.

Then I have an answer for
you: listen to them.

I've been supervising you these three months
and I'm sure you were sent here for a reason.

Jane, you are diligent,
faithful, steadfast, and

very friendly. I trust
you unconditionally.

Are you coming with me?

I can not answer you now.
May I think about it?

Very happy.

If I leave England, I will
leave an empty country.

What can Mr Rochester
ever be for me now?

Jane, since you arrived, his faith has been
low burned clearer than ever.

You inspire him, Jane. And remember
that you have very little yourself...

...and he could give you a home, a life,
a job that satisfies you.

The wise woman builds her house, however the
foolish one has it broken with his own hands.

I just want what's best for you.
Have confidence, God will guide you.

I will go with you to India,
if I may go in freedom.

Your answer is not clear.

You and Diana have been like a brother and
sister to me. Let's continue like that.

I already have a sister. I want a wife.

Someone I can effectively influence in life
and retain unconditionally until death.

Look elsewhere, St John,
find one that suits you.

One that fits my purpose, you mean.

I can say that it is
not the insignificant,

private the individual I
want is the missionary.

And I will give the missionary my power,
but not my body.

Do you believe that God will be
satisfied with half sacrificial gift?

It is under the banner of
God that I recruit you.

I can not accept half a fidelity on
his behalf: it must be complete.

I repeat: I follow willingly as your
fellow missionary, but not as your wife.

- I repeat: we must be married.
- Oh, St. John, be merciful.

If I had listened to my
pride, I would not have

said more about marriage,
but I listen to my duty.

You would see what a driving force you are
efforts and mine would have...

...of our physical and mental
association as married.

Undoubtedly, enough love would follow
for our association to feel acceptable.

If you reject this, it is not me
you are rejecting, without God.

Man is not the center of everything.

The duty of every man, woman and child
is to live for the glory of God.

Do not listen to human pride.

Let duty, honor and perseverance be your
guide and do all in the glory of God.

Could I cross the sea with this man?

Remember what he can offer:
a new life, a home, a family.

Sacrifice your own desires.

Voluntary obedience praises
great wisdom and is no burden.

St. John is good and wise.

Humility is the foundation
of Christian virtue.

He values my character with clairvoyance.
St. John is good and wise.

Mr Rochester is not here.
The question is very simple.

- Can I handle it?
- Yes.

St. John... I can not do that.

Jane... Jane...

What have you seen? What have you heard?

Jane!

Thornfield!

I remember when, I remember
when I lost my mind.

It was something so
pleasant with that place.

Even a feeling echoes
in such a large space.

And when you are out there without caring
No, I could not be reached.

But it was not because I did not
know enough. I just knew too much.

Does that drive me crazy?
Does that drive me crazy?

Does that drive me crazy?
Probably.

- Jane?
- Mrs. Fairfax!

And I hope you have the best time of your life.
But think carefully, that's my only advice.

You could see the flames several miles
away, they say. That poor woman.

It turns out it was her who set fire
to the gentleman's bed that time.

This time she set the whole place on fire.
The lord was very brave, he got us all out.

But he could not find her,
and then we saw her on the roof.

And he was on his way back in after her.
But she jumped. May she rest in peace.

Who do you believe, who do you believe, who
do you believe, who do you think you are?

Bless my soul.
Do you think you are in control?

I think you're crazy.
I think you're crazy.

I think you're crazy.
Just like me.

Maybe I'm crazy.
Maybe I'm crazy.

Maybe I'm crazy.
Probably.

And Mr. Rochester?

He was still in there when the house
collapsed. But they got him out: he survived.

Where is he now?

I've been looking for him down by the
cottage. Come, I'll take you to him.

Adéle, let the dog be!

Good boy, Pilot, down.

Mrs. Fairfax?

Who is it?

Are you really?

I've returned, sir.

It's a bright and sunny day, sir.
It's stopped raining.

The mountains rise in front of me
The streams rush forward

The wind howls, the rain falls
On this orphaned child

It's a girl.