All language subtitles for Jane.Eyre.S01E02.1080p.WEB-DL.DD2.0.H.264-squalor

(thoughtful music)

- Sir!

Mr.Rochester, Sir.

Wake up!

(tense music)

For heaven's sake, sir, wake up!

(frenzied music)

- Jane, are you hurt?

- No, sir.

But you were nearly killed in
your bed.

- What happened here?

- I don't know.

I heard a noise and I followed
it here.

Shall I fetch Mrs Fairfax?

- No.

What can she do?

- I must fetch someone to help,
sir.

- No!

Sit, Jane, quietly.

Wait here for me.

Can you do that?

(unsettling thoughtful music)

- It's settled.

It is as I thought.

- How, sir?

- I forgot, did you say
you saw anything, anyone?

- No, I heard a laugh.

I think it was Grace Poole, sir.

- Of course, you're right.

She is a singular sort of
person.

She is often careless,
and accidents happen.

We'll say no more about it.

Go back to your room.

Servants will be up in an hour
or two.

Are you going without saying
good night?

Jane, you just, you just saved
my life.

You might at least shake hands.

(gentle music)

I knew you'd do me good,
the first time I met you.

I knew I wouldn't mind being in
your debt.

- There is no debt, sir.

There is no debt, sir.

I am glad I happened to be
awake.

- (chuckling) She saves me from
an inferno

and she's glad she happened to
be awake.

Still she tries to go.

- I am cold, sir.

- Of course.

Of course.

And we agreed that you'd
never be cold again.

Well, if you must leave me,

you must.

- It's a mystery how he
wasn't burnt in his bed.

- He will read with a candle
burning.

I've told him how dangerous
that is.

Morning, dear.

- Morning.

-[Grace] Morning, Miss.

- Morning, Grace.

What has happened here?

Master was reading in bed again.

Fortunately, he woke up
and no real harm was done.

- That's very strange.

Did no one hear anything?

- Mrs Fairfax said she heard
nothing.

She sleeps heavily.

You're young, Miss.

Maybe you heard a noise?

- I did.

At first, I thought it was
Pilot, but Pilot cannot laugh.

And I'm certain I heard a laugh.

A strange one.

- Hardly likely the master
would laugh,

not when he was in such danger.

I think you must have been
dreaming, Miss.

- I most certainly was not
dreaming.

- Did you open your door?

Did you see who or what it
was you thought laughed?

- On the contrary.

I locked my door.

- Very wise.

It would be wise to lock your
door the moment you go to bed.

Who knows what might happen?

- You're not eating again.

You ate very little at
lunch time, Miss Eyre.

I hope you're not sickening.

You're very flushed.

- Oh, I'm very well, thank you.

Never better.

- Oh, it's a fine night.

On the whole, a very good day
for Mr.Rochester's journey.

- Journey?

I didn't know he was going out.

- Oh, he set off right after
breakfast.

He's gone to Mr.Eshton's place,

over the other side of Millcote.

He'll likely stay a fortnight
or more at the house party.

- A fortnight?

- Yes, I told you,

he's hardly ever here
for more than a few days.

And you can't say he hasn't
been starved of company

these last two months.

Oh, I mean fine and proper
company of course, my dear.

When these fashionable,
beautiful people get together

they're in no hurry to separate.

Single gentlemen are
especially sought after.

And Mr.Rochester is so
talented in society.

The ladies are very fond of him.

He's a very fine singer.

- He sings?

- Oh, yes.

He and Miss Blanche Ingram

sang at a Christmas party
here some years ago.

- This Miss Ingram, is she very
beautiful?

- Oh, good Lord, yes.

She has very fine features.

Brilliant eyes, very striking.

Well, she's the belle of the
county.

- She's not yet married?

- No.

The Ingram's estate will pass
to the son.

The daughters have only small
fortunes.

- But if she is so very
beautiful,

she must have wealthy suitors.

Mr.Rochester, for example.

- Well, yes.

But there is a considerable
difference in age.

- What of it?

There are more unequal
matches made every day.

- Why yes, dear, but I scarcely
think

Mr.Rochester would think that a
good idea.

You've eaten nothing again.

I'm sure you're sickening for
something

and the master's away.

I must decide whether to
send for Doctor Crawford.

- I am perfectly well, as I
said.

Never better.

- [Grace Are you sure you
weren't mistaken, Miss Eyre?

- You were mistaken, Jane Eyre.

(thoughtful music)

-[Mrs. Fairfax] Miss Blanche
Ingram is the most beautiful

and accomplished young lady.

She is right and proper
company for the master.

-[Adele] Miss Eyre, are you
sick?

Your cheeks are pink.

- It is very hot in here
this morning, Adele.

- Oh, it's from the master.

Hmm, well.

Well.

- Mr.Rochester is not
likely to return home soon?

- He's returning all right.

Leah! Come quickly.

(bell rings)
(energetic music)

Open all the rooms, all the
windows.

Logs over here, please.

In the grate, not upstairs,
thank you.

Mr.Roberts, would you be so kind

as to joint the meat for me?

Thank you.

The silver needs a
thorough polishing, please.

Thank you, Polly, in the
scullery.

Thank you.

A thorough polishing.

Good, more flowers.

- The flowers are so pretty.

Let me help you.

- Nice display in the
center there, thank you.

Oh, thank goodness!

Now, I wanted an extra four
pounds

of baking apples and plums.

Can you check for me that they
are here?

I would prefer for you to use
goose eggs.

If you come with me, I'll
show you where we keep them.

- Are you sure all this is
necessary?

- Oh, yes, I think so.

We're not sure how many
house guests he's bringing

but we must be sure to have
more than enough to feed them.

Oh, dear, I've never done this
before.

But the master's never been home

long enough to have a party.

Goose eggs.

-[Girl] Mrs. Poole gets
good wages, I suppose?

- Yeah, about five times what I
get,

and Master's not stingy.

(unsettling music)

I wonder...

(pensive music)

(horse hooves pounding)

(tense dramatic music)

- I'll race you over to the
river.

- Oh, there they are at last.

-[Woman] Oh, my dear, how
lovely it is to meet you.

- I must go down and greet them.

- That is Mademoiselle Ingram.

She has a French name, Blanche.

And that is her sister.

I think it must be.

And that's Lady Ingram, her
mother.

(pensive music)

(ladies laughing)

(whispering)

- You look alike, move alike,
sound alike.

You are, if I may say so

a particularly fine example
of the split female embryo.

I hope you'll permit me
to ask you some questions?

- Of course.

Everybody is.

- Yes, that's right,
everyone is interested in us.

- Lady Ingram, you don't
escape our argument so easily.

- Rochester, I don't understand
you.

If some people are rich and
some poor,

then that is God's will.

So be it, I am satisfied.

-[Rochester] I'm sure you are
if you are

one of the predetermined rich.

And it is a scientific fact

- Adele!

that there are so many more who
are poor.

Adele.

Sit down, Adele.

- Can't we talk about something
else?

There are children and servants
present.

- Oh, good Lord! What on Earth
is this?

- It is Mr.Rochester's ward, I
suppose.

The little French girl.

- Mr.Rochester, I thought you
were not fond of children.

- I'm not.

Then what on Earth made you
take on that little doll?

Where did you pick her up?

- I didn't pick her up.

She was left in my hands.

- Well, you should send her
to school where she belongs.

- Well, schools are expensive.

But you have a governess, I see.

There, hiding behind the screen.

Now that's expensive, for
you have to feed them both.

- What are you talking
about now, Rochester?

- Oh, no.

We don't want Mother getting
started on governesses.

- We're talking of
governesses, Lady Ingram.

- Oh, don't mention them!

I'm so glad that Blanche and
Mary

have no longer any need for
them.

Governesses are a nuisance, all
of them.

If they're not eating you
out of house and home,

they're carrying on with
the tutor or, even worse,

making eyes at the master of
the house.

- Really?

You surprise me.

-[Girl] Mary, do you
remember Miss Twisk or Twitt

or whatever she was called?

We pretended she was harboring
a passion for Bradstock.

- It was your idea.

- Yes, we were very naughty.

She was so boring, poor thing.

Mother had her leave instantly,

in case she should set
us a bad moral example.

- You cannot be too careful,
Rochester,

with a young, impressionable
mind in the house.

-[Rochester] How do you do,
Jane?

I am very well, sir.

- Why did you not come up and
speak to me?

- I did not wish to disturb you.

You seemed engaged, sir.

- It is a while since
we've seen each other.

What have you been doing?

- Nothing in particular.

Teaching Adele, of course.

- You look a good deal paler.

What's the matter?

- Nothing at all, sir.

- Then return to the drawing
room.

- I am tired, sir.

- Mm, and a little depressed, I
think.

What about?

Tell me.

- I am not depressed.

- I tell you that you are.

So depressed that you're almost,

let me look at you.

You are about to cry.

Tell me, Jane, why are you
crying?

- I am not crying.

- Tonight you are excused.

But I expect you to appear

in the drawing room every
evening after dinner.

Every evening, mind.

It is my wish.

-[Woman] Where did I put it?

I'm sure I left it somewhere
here.

- Miss Eyre.

Why are you not dressed for
riding?

- I do not ride, sir.

- Well, then you must learn.

Come, join us by the fire.

- We will not be able to
hunt today, I'm afraid,

with the weather so changeable.

- No, or go on a walk.

My book has gone missing again.

My book, you know, The Beast
Within.

- Oh, I wish you wouldn't, my
dear.

How do you dare read those
novels?

Oh, but it's very exciting.

It is about a man who commits a
crime.

He spends the dark hours
raging about like an animal

and then, in the morning,
he goes about his business

and no one suspects a thing.

- Nonsense!

You don't think it possible

that someone who seems
perfectly serene

and unspectacular from the
outside

could be capable of
committing horrific crimes?

- Certainly not a Christian man.

Although I'm sure that Mr.
Eshton

has all sorts of new ideas
about that.

- For once, I must admit
ignorance.

The brain is a vast and
wonderful landscape.

We've not even begun to
navigate its mysteries.

We do not know why it
malfunctions.

We are in the very infancy of
its science.

- Science again.

You make it all sound so very
grand.

God gives people good blood and
bad blood,

and there is an end to it.

- When Mary and I were in
Paris we saw the savage boy,

the one who had lived
all his life in the woods

and could only talk a little
gibberish,

if you could call it talked.

- That's what I'm talking about.

That child had bad blood.

You can clean it, dress it up,

but you will never make it good.

- You were born bad, Jane
Eyre, and you will die bad!

- Miss Eyre, is it your opinion

that children are born the
way God intended them to be,

that bad blood will always be
bad blood?

Or can you discipline such a
child?

- Excuse me?

- Of course you should.

That's common sense.

- I think it wise that since
we must live with the adult,

I think it prudent to treat a
child as if they had feelings.

- Really?

Feelings!

A child has no more feelings
than that dog over there.

I would have thought that if
you...

- Please, Miss Eyre, continue.

Mr. Eshton wishes to hear your
opinion.

- I think that all children,

whether they are thought to
be of good blood or bad blood,

deserve to be given the chance
to love and to be loved.

I do not see the use of
punishing a child

with beatings and harsh words.

- "What's the use of
punishment"?

From a governess!

You must send that child

off to school immediately,
Rochester.

- All this talk of tainted
blood is wearisome.

I know my blood's up!

You're the best horsewoman in
the county.

Shall we ride?

(energetic music)

- Oh, regarde!

- Shall we go?

- Oh, now, there it is!

There is my book, The Beast
Within,

sitting there all the time.

No, but I'm sure I looked
there this morning.

- Maybe the ghost took it.

The ghost?

- The ghost.

Sophie says it walks
the corridors at night.

It eats the gateaux from the
kitchen

and it laughs in the dark.

(thunder crashes)
(ladies scream)

- A ghost at Thornfield?

How exciting!

You never mentioned it.

- She walks in the corridor

with the painting of the mad
people.

Sophie says she goes cold
and shivers when she--

- Sophie is from Marseilles,

which means that she wears
three or four outer garments

even in July.

Our English weather feeds her
overactive French imagination.

- Oh, you disappoint me.

(unsettling music)

(eerie distant whispering)

- Morning.

-[Mr. Eshton] You don't think
it possible

that someone who seems
perfectly serene

and unspectacular from the
outside

could hide a beast within them?

- I'll be away all day on
business.

I'm sure you'll be able
to amuse yourselves.

- Don't be too late.

- I'll be back by sundown.

Don't misbehave now.

- I think that gown Miss
Blanche Ingram has, the blue,

I think it the most beautiful
dress I have ever seen.

(horse hooves clopping)

It is Mr.Rochester!

He is back.

You said we could finish.

- He's early.

- Oh! Who is this?

He is (speaking in foreign
language).

- A foreigner, I think.

Although quite a nice chap.

Mason's the name.

Says he met Rochester in the
West Indies.

I think the twins have taken
a bit of a shine to him.

- Speak up, man.

What's the matter?

- It's an old gypsy lady, Madam.

Come to tell fortunes.

She refuses to leave and
with the Master away--

- Tell her to go or we'll
set the dogs on her.

- No, no, tell her to stay.

There are ladies present

who wish to have their fortunes
told.

-[Man] But what would Rochester
say?

- Well, he's not here, is he?

I am brave enough, if you
aren't.

(giggling and clapping)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Blanche!

What happened?

What did the gypsy lady say to
you?

- Oh.

Rochester was right.

she talked absolute nonsense.

Nothing in it!

You can amuse yourselves
with her if you want.

-[Lady] Yes.

- I'm sorry, Miss.

she said she wouldn't leave
until she had seen everyone

and you're the only one who
hasn't had her fortune told.

She would not leave until
I had brought you here.

- That's all right, George.

Don't worry.

- I'll wait outside in
case there's trouble.

- No, George.

You may go, I'm not frightened.

- You're not afraid.

- Of course not.

Do you wish me harm?

- The others were afraid of
my magic, of my dark arts.

Of what I knew of their
worst thoughts and desires.

Surely you noticed that
some who entered this room

with confidence are now
disappointed with what I
revealed?

Do you not believe in hell and
the supernatural, Miss Eyre?

- I believe what I believe.

You are a very confident young
woman

for someone who has never loved,

who has had only had one true
friend

who was snatched away
prematurely.

Where was it?

Lowood School.

There now!

I've impressed you.

- These matters are not
generally known, for sure.

But they are facts.

They are the truth.

You might have found
them out by mortal means.

- Well said, Miss Eyre.

I can see I am going to
have to prove my powers.

To see into your soul,
to reveal a hidden secret

that no one else could possibly
know.

What were your thoughts, for
instance,

when you came to me this
evening?

It's very pleasant company is
it not,

such as you've never known,

and after the long months
here alone at Thornfield

with only the child and the
housekeeper.

What do you think of them?

- I do not think of them.

- Of their opinions and their
tastes.

- I do not care for theirs

any more than I'm sure they
care for mine.

- Is there no one in the company

who you share feelings with?

What about the master of the
house?

- He is not here today.

- He is soon to be married, is
he not,

to the beautiful Blanche Ingram?

- I don't know.

I thought it was you that
could predict the future.

Anyway, I have paid you for my
future, not Mr. Rochester's.

- Mr. Rochester is to be
married.

I know that for sure, everyone
does.

Oh I see that this news affects
you.

- You talk nonsense, old lady.

I shall leave you now and
send in the next fool.

- It is over.

What do you wish me to do?

- What is it?

Who is there?

Show yourself immediately

or I'll call a servant!

Sir!

(Rochester laughing)

- Thank you.

You have done well today.

You've given me a deal to think
about and amused me greatly.

(laughing)

Now Jane don't be too cross.

- I am not angry.

I am surprised.

- Surely you don't begrudge
me this little diversion.

The old lady provided me
with an afternoon's amusement

and our guests were given a
mirror to hold up to themselves.

Not undeservedly, surely?

- They are your guests, sir,
not mine.

But I believe you got that
woman to talk nonsense to me

so that I might talk nonsense
back

and that was not fair, sir.

- No.

No, it was not fair

but how else am I to find
out what you think, Jane?

But don't worry,

you didn't talk nonsense
so all's well, isn't it?

And you're not angry with me?

I don't know.

I'll have to think about it.

But I expect I'll manage
to forgive you eventually.

(chuckling)

- Aren't you curious to find out

what my gypsy predicted for
Miss Ingram?

I bet the drawing room's
buzzing with excitement.

- They have plenty to discuss,
sir.

Even the stranger who
arrived this morning.

- What stranger?

- His name is Mason.

I believe he's visiting from
overseas.

(ominous music)

What is it, sir?

- Oh, Jane!

I wish I were on a desert
island somewhere

with only you for company.

Tell me.

If all those people in the
drawing room,

if they cast me out and spat at
me,

what would you do?

- I should try to comfort you,
sir.

Can I help you, sir?

I'd do anything for you.

- What if I asked you to do
something for me that was wrong?

I know.

I know the answer, Jane.

You could not.

Thank you.

Jane.

Do you believe in redemption?

- If you have sinned, you can
be redeemed.

(unsettling music)

(screaming)

(gasps)

(murmuring in the distance)

- What was it?

- You do hear it.

- Really.

I only go away for a day on
business

and you over-excite
yourselves like children

with your occult games and
conversations.

- But we all heard a cry!

Didn't we, Lady Lynn?

-[Lady Lynn] Yes.

-[Blanche] Surely we all heard
something?

- Someone had a bad dream,
brought on by a combination

of the visit from our gypsy
friend

and too much grouse at dinner.

-[Blanche] Are you sure?

We're all safe?

- I am sure.

Anyway, my Amazon, what have
you to fear

from the night hours?

- It's bad enough to
have strange shrieking,

never mind governesses creeping
up on us.

She's pale as a ghost!

- Well, my lady.

I shall escort you back to
your bedroom personally.

- Come everyone, back to bed.

(group murmuring)

(unsettling music)

(knocking at door)

- I'm ready.

- Are you hurt, sir?

It's nothing.

Come, we must be silent.

- Are we going to the North
Tower?

- Do you want to go back?

- No, sir.

- I forgot to ask.

Do you faint at the sight of
blood?

- I don't know.

- Wait here.

Here.

(locks clanging)

(door creaking)

Richard.

Jane, come here.

You must press this hard on the
wound.

I am going now to get the
doctor.

He'll have you good as new by
morning.

Richard, do not say anything
of what has happened

or I will not be responsible.

Jane.

I have to leave you here while
I'm gone for an hour or so.

No conversation.

(animal shrieking)

- I could not stop her.

- Ssh!

Be calm.

- She has killed me.

(door rattling)
(intense music)

- You will not die.

I will not let you die.

(footsteps approaching)

- She's, she's done for me!

-[Rochester] Nonsense.

The doctor's here, you are in
no danger.

- There are teeth marks here?

- She sucked my blood.

She said she would drain my
heart.

- I warned you.

I told you not to do anything
until I could be with you.

Hurry up, Carter.

We need him out of here before
sunrise.

Take care of him at your house.

I'll ride over in a day
or two to see how he does.

Very well.

- Edward, take care of her
as tenderly as you can.

- I'll do my best.

As I always have and always
will.

Stay a while outside with me.

This house is a dungeon.

It's a prison.

(thoughtful music)

It's a lovely morning after
such a turbulent night eh, Jane?

- Yes, sir.

- Were you frightened?

- I was afraid, sir.

(chattering in the distance)

- No, I shall not
attempt to do that again.

- Quietly go in the back
entrance.

- Everything all right, Miss?

- What do you want?

Mrs. Fairfax asked me to tell
you that you have a visitor.

- And I'm hoping you're
not going to disappear

once more on your travels.

- I suppose you might like
to travel yourself one day.

- Does Miss Eyre need to speak
to you?

- Excuse me.

Well, Jane?

- Sir, I need to have a leave
of absence for a week or two.

To see a sick lady who has
asked for me.

- What sick lady?

She is my uncle's wife.

- Her name is Reed.

- Uncle?

You told me you had no family.

My aunt cast me off when I went
to school.

- Why?

- Because I was poor.

And she did not like me.

- And she sent you to Lowood
without so much as a word

or a visit in nearly 10 years?

So why does she suddenly
wish to see you now?

- Her son John is dead.

He ruined himself.

She is now struck down
with his misfortune.

I will only be gone two weeks,
I hope.

- Two weeks!

That's not possible.

- And you have company, sir.

- Very well.

But promise me you will not stay

with this undeserving
aunt more than a week.

- I cannot promise, she is
dying.

I cannot set a time on that.

- Of course you will go.

How have I the power to stop
you?

Well, you must have some money.

You can't travel without money.

I haven't given you any
salary yet, remember?

How much have you, Jane?

In all the world?

- Five shillings, sir.

- Here.

Take 50 pounds.

- No, sir.

You only owe me 15, I have no
change.

- I don't want change, Jane.

You know that.

Take your wages.

You're right.

Better not give you all that.

You might stay away for three
months.

Here, there's 10.

- Yes, sir.

Isn't that enough?

But you will still owe me five.

- Then come back for it.

Sir!

I have to ask you something
else.

A matter of business.

You have as good as said
you intend to be married.

- Really?

That's been settled then, has
it?

You've decided Miss
Ingram is to be my bride.

Now I see it!

You're going to prevail
upon this miserable family

to find you a new situation.

Ungrateful girl, admit it.

- No sir, I told you.

They do not like me, sir.

To offer such a service.

I shall advertise.

- Devil you will!

Advertise!

I wish I had only offered you

a sovereign not ten whole
pounds.

Give me back nine.

Jane.

I have need of it.

- No, sir.

I do not trust you.

- So Jane, etiquette.

How do we say goodbye?

Teach me.

I'm not quite up to it.

- You say, farewell, or
anything else we might prefer.

Farewell, Mr.Rochester.

For the present.

- And what must I say in return?

The same, if you like.

- Then I will say .

Don't go, Jane.

What will I do without your
help?

- Sir, you will not be in
danger.

- Rochester!

Edward!
- Sir, please!

(melancholy music)

-[Man] Carry on.

(dramatic music)