All language subtitles for Jane.Eyre.S01E01.1080p.WEB-DL.DD2.0.H.264-squalor

(soft music)

-[Boy] Where is the rat?

-[Girl] She's behind the
curtain, where she always hides.

- Mama!

Jane has knocked me down!

-[Aunt] Take her up to
the red room immediately.

- That child has the devil in
her.

I've always said.

- No, not the red room.

No, not the red room.

No!

(door slams)

(sobbing)

Don't come back, Uncle Reed.

Please don't come back.

Uncle Reed, please
don't come back, please.

(panting)

Let me out please!

Let me out!

Let me out.

Let me out!

- Come along, John.

- Yes, come on, John,
we haven't got all day.

- Don't worry.
I won't shoot you.

Unless we don't like
the painting, that is.

- Hello.

Well, shouldn't you be in the
portrait?

There's still plenty of room.

- Jane Eyre?

- She's not part of the family.

- I have tried so very hard.

You cannot believe how
hard I've tried, but.

There is the devil in the child.

- What is your name, child?

- Jane Eyre, sir.

- Do you know, Jane Eyre,

what happens to little
children when they die?

- They go to heaven.

- And what happens to
disobedient,

deceitful girls when they die?

- They go to hell.

- So what must you do to
avoid this terrible fate?

- I must take care to keep in
good health

and not to fall ill, sir.

- Your aunt tells me that
you are a deceitful child.

Is that true, Jane Eyre?

- I am not a liar.

- So do you say your aunt is a
liar?

(soft piano music)

(bell ringing)

Ah, Jane Eyre.

How could I forget?

Step out here, Jane.

Jane Eyre, I'm sorry to
have to tell you is a liar.

The lesson of the day will
be that lying is a sin,

that all liars deserve to
be shunned by their fellows.

Stand on that stool, Jane.

You will stay there until
midnight,

and you will not eat or drink

but bow to beg God's
forgiveness for your sin.

(melancholic piano music)

- I wish I could escape
to one of these places,

somewhere where it's warm.

- I believe you will.

But you'll have to work hard.

We have to accept that
we have been left here

by our families to fend for
ourselves.

If you take advantage
of the education here,

if you are not too rebellious,

and if you are patient then
you will find your way out.

We will both work our hardest

and pray that God spares
us until we are grown up.

- And then what do we do?

I think when we grow up
we have to be teachers.

How do we ever get out of here,
Helen?

- We advertise!

(coughing)

(crying)
(coughing)

- There you are.

- You're very cold, Jane.

Come on under my covers.

(melancholic piano music)

- No, no!

God can't have her!

He can't take her!

- God has already taken her,
Jane.

You must be brave.

- Helen!

Helen!

Helen!

(sad dramatic music)

Girls, look how the sun
casts shadows in the flowers.

If you want to recreate
that put down your charcoals

and just smudge the edges
where the dark shadows are.

(gentle music)

Come on, girls, hurry up now.

- Miss Eyre.

There appears to be a
letter for you, Miss Eyre.

-[Jane Voiceover] "If
Miss JE is in a position

"to give satisfactory references

"as to character and competency,

"then we will be happy to
engage her

"as a governess to Miss Adele
Varens,

"ward of Mr Rochester of
Thornfield Hall."

- Ah, there's Thornfield Hall
now, Miss.

There's always a light
burning in the tower.

(birds creaking)

- Are you taking me to Mrs
Fairfax?

- In there.

- Why, it's Miss Eyre!

At last!

Oh, we've been waiting
for you for so long!

I'm Mrs Fairfax.

Welcome to Thornfield.

My goodness, Miss Eyre,
how hungry you are.

You must have been traveling
all day.

How long is it since you
have sat beside the fire

and eaten a hearty meal?

- Oh, approximately eight years.

- Oh, my goodness.

Eight years!

Hasn't sat by the fire for
eight years!

Eight years!

I'll tell the master that
when he gets back from abroad,

that will amuse even him!

Oh, not that he's
without humor, of course.

No, certainly not.

I remember he used to
tell jokes as a child.

He keeps himself to himself,
but you needn't worry.

He's hardly ever at
home, always traveling.

(gentle music)

Miss Eyre, you are up early.

I hope you slept well.

- Yes, thank you.

I was anxious to meet Adele.

- Ah yes, well, you
won't have to wait long.

- Does she play up there?

- Oh, goodness me, no.

No-one lives up there.

- Oh, I thought I saw
someone at the window.

- There's only Grace Poole
there.

She does the laundry.

-[Adele] Mrs Fairfax.

- Ah, I don't think Miss
Adele can wait much longer.

(singing in a foreign language)

- Bonjour, Mademoiselle Jeanne.

I'm so very heureuse to
faire votre acquaintance.

(speaking in a foreign language)

- Oh, thank goodness, you'll
be able to understand her.

Now you can tell me what she is
singing.

- Well, I believe it is a
romance.

The woman is declaring her
love for her sweetheart.

(clapping)

- Merci, merci, merci,

I will dance another one.

- Later maybe,

but first you will show
me to our school room.

(gentle music)

(dog barking)

(horse whining)

- Damn it!

Christ!

(dog barking)

Quiet, Pilot.

Damn it!

- Are you injured, sir?

- Get away from me, witch.

You've done enough damage!

- I cannot think of leaving you

until I see you are fit
to mount your horse.

- You should be at home
yourself.

Where do you live?

- At Thornfield Hall.

I can fetch help, I'll be a
little while.

(groans in pain)

- Do you think you can
bring him over to me?

Come over here.

Come.

Come here, come here.

Hold these.

(grunting)

Thank you, Miss?

- Jane Eyre, sir.

- Well, that's what happens

when you bewitch a man's horse,
Miss Eyre.

A lot of pain and cursing.

- I did not bewitch your horse,
sir.

I was waiting for you to go
past.

- You were hovering, casting
spells.

Now get off back to Thornfield
Hall,

if that is indeed where you
live.

- I do, but I will post my
letter first before I return.

- Don't be late back.

Miss Jane Eyre.

(gentle music)

- Ah, Miss Eyre, there you are.

What do you think?

The master is back.

- Mr Rochester?

- Not a word about his return,
as usual,

and he had an accident on the
road.

The doctor is with him
in the drawing room now.

Adele, come away!

Time for bed.

Mr Rochester will see you
tomorrow.

Miss Eyre, make yourself ready.

Master has finished his
business for the day

and wishes to see you.

- Me?

- Yes.

Oh, no, no, no, you must change.

This will have to do.

(clock chimes)

- This will have to do.

- Ah, Miss Eyre.

(speaking in a foreign language)

-[Rochester] A boite for Miss
Eyre?

Does Miss Eyre require a
present?

- Excuse me, sir?

-[Rochester] Does the governess
expect me

to have brought her a present
back from my travels overseas?

- No, sir.

-[Rochester] What are you
doing standing over there

where I can't see you?

- Where would you like me to
stand, sir?

- Here, sit.

Are you fond of presents, Miss
Eyre?

- I hardly know, sir.

I have little experience of
them.

- Never had a present?

- I believe they are generally
thought pleasant things, sir.

- But to this frivolous little
doll,

this true daughter of Paris,

they are the stuff of life,
aren't they, my little?

The thought of presents
makes her live and breathe.

(speaks in a foreign language)

Quiet, while I talk to Miss
Eyre.

Where are you from?

- Lowood Institution, sir.

- How long were you there?

- Eight years.

- I'm amazed you
survived, you're so small.

Didn't they feed you?

- No, sir.

- And how do you find yourself
here and not still there?

- I advertised, sir.

- Of course you did.

What of your family?

- I have none, sir.

- None whatsoever?

Friends?

- None, sir.

- None at all?

- I had a friend once but she
died a long time ago, sir.

- You're lucky, Miss Eyre.

If you do not love another
living soul

then you'll never be
disappointed.

- Yes, sir.

- Adele tells me you play
the piano brilliantly.

- I play a little, sir.

- Of course, a little,
that's what they all say.

Go over there and play.

(upbeat piano music)

Enough!

Yes, you're right.
You do play a little.

These yours?

- Yes, sir.

- These are interesting.

The ideas all yours?

- Yes, sir.

- Were you happy when you
painted these?

- I was fully occupied.

I was not unhappy.

- What do you think of me,
Monsieur?

Do you think I look beautiful?

Shall I dance for you?

- Miss Eyre, what are you
thinking of?

It's very late, Adele should be
in bed.

And my foot hurts like the
blazes.

- Good night, sir.

- So, what did you think of
Master?

- He is very changeable.

- Yes.

But he has had disappointment
in his life.

I hope you will forgive
his rough and ready ways.

You will not leave?

I've grown used to you.

I hope he won't scare you away.

- I'm not scared of rough
manners.

- He will be gone soon.

He never stays for more
than a few days at a time.

- Afternoon, Miss.

- Miss Eyre!

Come here.

Sit.

Not you, Pilot.

Miss Eyre, excuse me,

I'm used to giving orders
and having them obeyed.

Sit, if you please.

- I beg your pardon, sir.

I did not ask your
permission to read the books.

- Permission!
To read the books?

You are a thinking,
intelligent woman, aren't you?

Why ever would you need to ask
permission?

Who else is to read them?

Adele?

The venerable Fairfax?

I'd more likely find Pilot
pouring over the flora and fauna

of the South American flatlands.

So, anyway, talk.

- Talk, sir?

- Yes, talk, if you please.

See how I'm learning to be
polite.

I've had a tedious day of
mortgages and share prices

and I would like to be
entertained.

- Entertained, sir?
- Miss Eyre, can we proceed?

When I'm tired I tend to
dwell on my darker thoughts.

- I would like to entertain
you, sir.

I am not sure what would
interest you.

- A smile!

A very small one.

The mere glimpse of a smile, at
last!

Tell me your thoughts, I
command you.

- I was just thinking
sir, not many employers

would ask the opinions of
someone they pay £30 a year to.

- I pay you a salary, do I?

Well, of course I do.

Well, I should have my money's
worth then.

Oh, I can see there's another
problem.

Out with it.

- You haven't actually
paid me anything yet, sir.

- Mercenary girl!
Fetch me my keys now!

You want my money in your
hand before you will amuse me?

- No, sir.

That will not be necessary, sir.

Maybe you could ask me
questions, sir?

- Have you traveled, Miss Eyre?

- No, sir.

- All young people wish to
travel,

even if they find kindness
and food and a fire,

they wish to be gone.

I've traveled all over
the world, Miss Eyre,

and it's very over-rated.

- Yes, sir.

- When I was a young man I was
your equal.

I had a clear conscience,
unpolluted by sin.

I took the wrong path.

It wasn't my fault that I took
it but

I must take the blame
for continuing on it.

I think you may have a little
of the witch about you.

You bewitched my horse.

You sit there patiently

and would draw out secrets of
my past.

- I do not wish to pry, sir.

- I know, Jane.

Do you think me handsome, Jane?

- No, sir.

- Look carefully.

If I were to tell you
that I'm worth £20,000

surely the light from the
fire would soften my features.

Do I not seem to you now the
very model

of a fashionable man?

- I do not think there's
anything in science

that will allow that, sir.

I spoke hastily, sir,

I did not mean that I find you
repellent.

What I meant is that it
is the character inside

that determines a person,
not the outer shell.

- Take care, Jane.

Don't look too closely inside
of me.

You might not find anything
within at all beautiful

and then where would we be?

(soft chattering)

- Is that Grace Poole?

Does she live alone in the
North Tower?

- North Tower catches the wind.

I don't know why, it makes me
shiver just to think of it.

(eerie music)

- No, Pilot.

No, you don't belong here.

Go back to your master.

- Pilot, come here!

Jane, come and look at this
fellow.

Come here.
Look at his wings.

I've seen one like this in the
West Indies, but never here.

That will teach me to tease
Adele.

Come, sit down with me for a
while.

Sit.

As it is now your job as well
as mine

to bring Adele up correctly,

I'm going to tell you about her,

about where she came from
and who she belongs to.

Maybe you'll understand.

- You do not need to tell me
anything.

- I know.

You understand too much
without me saying anything.

It is the witch in you.

You have to imagine a young man.

Well, one who is still youngish
and who has made a mistake.

Not his fault but this mistake

and the darkness that follows it

has set him helter
skelter around the world

in search of beauty to help
ease his soul.

And he does find beauty, or
rather beauty finds him because,

as you will guess this is
a very rich youngish man.

That look.

No judgment, no pity.

That look could pry secrets
from the blackest souls.

Where were we?

- Beauty finding a youngish man.

- Ah yes.

So, on our whirlwind
tour, we alight in Paris.

Now, Jane, imagine, I know
it's difficult, imagine

a suite of rooms in a
particularly
gorgeous Parisian hotel.

It is upholstered with velvets
and furs.

Everything is sensuous to the
touch,

the best that this youngish
man's money can buy.

It is a summer evening and
there is perfume in the air.

The young man breathes in
the scent of his lover,

musk and amber.

Her name is Celine Varens.

She's very beautiful.

She is a dancer, an exotic bird.

She dotes on him, and he is
passionately in love with her.

He's had a fortunate night
gambling

and he waits for her now in
anticipation of the dark,

intoxicating hours ahead.

Are you still with me, Jane?

-[Jane] I'm here, sir.

-[Rochester] At last he hears
the sound of her return.

Only a few more seconds
wait until he sees her.

An eternity passes.

(speaking in a foreign language)

At that very moment, as
I stood in the shadows,

the green snake of
jealousy bit into my heart.

- Where is your beast of
an Englishman tonight?

- Gambling.

- Someone else can look
at his unpleasant face.

- He is very presentable
really, for an Englishman.

£20,000 make him very
presentable.

- She wasn't as clear
sighted as you are, Jane.

You find me unattractive
despite my wealth.

You do not know what it is to
feel jealousy, do you, Jane?

Because you have no
idea what it is to love.

You have no idea what it is to
feel

the very beat of someone's
heart within one's breast.

- No, sir.

Do you still love her, sir?

- Who?

- Celine, I mean, Miss Varens.

- Good God, no.

No, I threw her out of the
hotel room and I shot him

in the shoulder or some
insignificant place.

No, when I saw what a wretched
fool she'd meddled with

I knew that she could never
love me.

That's obvious, surely.

- And Adele?

- She left her in the
hotel when she ran off.

Celine claimed that I was the
father,

but a fairly elementary study
of biology

would prove that impossible.

Tell me, Jane, is there
anything about me

that remotely resembles Adele?

Look at me carefully.

- No, sir.

- She left her in the hotel,

a parcel with a label on with
my name.

What was I to do, leave
her there to starve?

I provided for her in France,

then a few months ago it was
necessary to bring her here.

She was not my responsibility

but I took her on just the same.

So, as her guardian and your
master,

what do you think of
my behavior, Miss Eyre?

Did I do the right thing?

It was the right thing
to do, wasn't it, Jane?

- Yes, sir.

(gentle piano music)

(scratching)

Go away, Pilot.

Pilot, go back to your master.

(loud footsteps)

Who is there?

(loud footsteps)

Hello?

Hello?

(dramatic music)