Jane Eyre (1996) - full transcript

You'll stay in red room until...

- you learn to be good!
- Let me out!

- Your father died in this room.
- And his ghost is still there.

- Watch he love you.
- No!

- You'll stay there till morning.
- Aunt, no, I can't endure it.

You'll do as you're told.

The Reverend Mr. Brocklehurst is here Madam.

John.

Good afternoon, Mr. Brocklehurst.

Mrs. Reed.

Do come this way.



My children.

Enchanting.

- Tea?
- Perhaps just this once.

Pray, be seated.

John, dear, would you go
and find that wretched girl

- and bring her down?
- Yes, mama.

This has been of course a very difficult
decision for me, Mr. Brocklehurst.

- Come on!
- She's going!

- Hooray! She'll never like it.
- I can't believe it.

Her mother...

was my late husband's sister.

She married a clergyman, penniless.
Then both parents died

of typhus when child was a few months old.

Are you her only living relative?



There is a...

an uncle. Her father's brother.

But he lives abroad in...

Madeira, I think, I know nothing of him.

Go on.

I have done what I can for
the child, but she has a

willful obstinate nature.

Now, here she is.

This is Jane Eyre.

Jane, this is Mr. Brocklehurst of Lowood School.

How do you do, sir?

I hear you're a wicked child, Jane Eyre.

Let me examine you.

Do you know where the wicked go after death?

To Hell.

What is Hell?

Can you tell me that?

A pit full of fire.

And should you like to fall into that
pit and and to burn there forever?

No, sir.

What must you do to avoid it?

Keep well and not die, sir.

It is as I said.

You must warn her teachers

to keep a strict eye on her,

and above all to guard against her
worst fault, tendency to deceit.

Deceit?

We do not tolerate that at Lowood.

That's why I wrote to you.

I would like her to be brought up in a manner

be fitting her prospects.

To be made useful, to be kept humble.

And... as for the vacations...

I would prefer...

if she spent them... with you.

Of course.

Come.

Deceit is a sin.

It is a kin to falsehood.

And all liars shall spend eternity in that
lake, burning with brimstone and fire.

- I'm not deceitful.
- I beg your pardon?

I'm not deceitful,

and I'm not a liar.

If I were, I should say that I loved you.

I do not love you,

I dislike you worst of anybody in the world...

- except your son.
- Your bags, Jane Eyre.

Did you see

what a wicked child she is?

Have no fear, Mrs. Reed, at Lowood
we shall tame her unruly spirit.

The stool.

Place this child upon it.

You see this...

this girl?

Her name is Jane Eyre.

Be on your guard against her.

Avoid her company.

Shut her out of your conversations.

This girl, take a good look
at her, this girl is a liar.

Let her stand on stool all day.

She shall have no food.

And let no one speak to her.

Alice.

Pay attention.

Back to your lessons.

# Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear son, #

# the ill that I this day have done. #

# That with the world, myself and Thee, #

# I, here I sleep, #

# at peace may be. #

Let her sing with us.

# O may my soul on Thee repose, #

# and with sweet sleep, mine eyelids close. #

# Sleep that may me, more vigorous make #

# to serve my God #

# when I awake. #

Jane.

Jane.

What?

Some bread and some cheese.

Thank you.

What's your name?

Helen Burns.

Thank you, Helen. God bless you.

And you too, Jane.

Goodnight.

Hands...

Bonnet...

Shoes.

Hands.

Bonnet.

Bonnet, Jones!

Burns, you're standing on the side your
shoe. Turn your toes out immediately.

And your chin is poking out, draw it in.

Hold your head up!

I will not have you standing
front of me so slovenly way.

Cover your mouth!

Dirty, disagreeable girl.

You haven't cleaned your nails this morning.

The water was frozen.

That is no excuse.

Fetch me the birch.

Obstinate girl.

Nothing, will cure you, of your slatternly, habits.

Sorry, Miss Scatcherd.

Put it away.

Cleanliness...

is next to Godliness.

Time for your lessons, girls.

- You destroyed our day now!
- No one likes you.

Go sit down, I'll see you in a minute.

- Who taught you to draw?
- I taught myself.

I used to look at books in my Aunt's reads
house and then I try to copy the pictures.

- You draw very well.
- Not really.

You do. You have a gift. You're lucky.

Helen.

- Can I draw a portrait of you?
- Me?

Yes.

Take off your bonnet, you have such pretty hair.

...seem fit to burden us once more.

Who's that girl with red hair?

Burns, sir. Helen Burns.

Burns, step forward.

Vanity.

You see this vanity?

Long curled hair, masses of red curls.

It is in defiance in every of
our principles of this school.

You know that as I would as I do.

It was my fault, sir.

I told her to take it off her bonnet.

I don't care about her bonnet.
It's her hair cause her vanity.

It's not vanity, Mr. Brocklehurst.
Helen's hair curls naturally.

And does she not sin naturally as well?

I'm here to teach you discipline.

I am here to correct nature,
so you Miss Temple.

Well, let me try to arrange her
hair so it doesn't offend you.

Offending me is not the issue. It is the
child's vanity that must be suppressed.

"Remove far from me

vanity and lies."

Proverbs. Chapter 30, verse 8.

- The girls hair shall be cut off.
- No!

Did someone speak?

Why should you punish her for
the way God made her hair?

Fetch the scissors.

You, Jane Eyre.

Did you hear what I said?

I will not ask you again.

Your hair will grow again soon.

And if it is cut off again, it will grow again.

And it will be even more
beautiful than it was before.

Come, into bed.

I'm sure you feel sorry for yourselves.

I'm sure you all

envy other girls who seem to
be blessed with happier lives.

But you...

have all been blessed with intelligence.

Intelligence and a proper education
will give you independence of spirit,

and that is the greatest blessing of all.

The only thing that matters in your
life is to be in harmony with God.

- What is this?
- Come, into bed.

Go to bed!

Immediately! All of you!

Miss Temple!

I'm worried about Helen Burns.

- Her cough is worse.
- Most of girls have a cough.

I think we should call the doctor.

Only Mr. Brocklehurst can do that.

Then I shall talk with him.

No, Miss Temple. I will.

Helen?

Jane?

Is that you?

What are you doing here?

It's gone eleven.

I couldnt sleep till I'd seen you.

Your feet are bare.

Lie down.

Come here, cover yourself with my quilt.

Don't cry.

You mustn't cry.

Please don't leave me.

We'll be together again.

When?

Where?

In Heaven...

- forever.
- Will we?

- Don't you believe that?
- I don't know.

You must believe it, Jane. You must believe...

God will take care of us.

Goodnight,

dearest Jane.

Mr. Brocklehurst. Mr. Brocklehurst.

I've found her, sir.

Burns.

Burns.

I'll tend to it.

Don't grieve, Jane.

She's gone to a better place.

May God have mercy on her soul.

Jane, Jane.

Jane.

You must hurry, the coach is here.

I hope you don't think I been ungrateful.

Ungrateful, what do you mean?

Ever since I've come to Lowood,
you've been my one true friend.

Apart from Helen.

- I feel as I'm abandoning you.
- No, no. You mustn't think that.

No. It's good and proper if you
should starting a new life.

I wish you could come with me.

Thank you.

But...

I believe it's God's will I'm here.

I cannot leave.

God bless you.

- How much further?
- About 20 miles.

Oh, I see.

If Miss Eyre,

who advertised in the
Yorkshire Herald last Thursday,

is in a position to give satisfactory references
as to character and competency,

a situation can be offered to her.

There is but one pupil,

a little girl under ten years of age.

And the salary is 30 pounds per annum.

Miss Eyre is requested to send
references, name, address

and all particulars to Mrs.
Fairfax, Thornfield Hall.

It'll be nice to get out and stretch
legs for last time on the journey.

- Goodbye, Miss.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye, young lass.

Come in, Miss.

Come in.

Leah!

Leah. it's the new Governess.

Would you follow me, Miss?

Mrs. Fairfax.

Mrs. Fairfax.

Miss Eyre.

How do you do, my dear?

I'm afraid, you had a tedious journey.
You must be frozen. Let me help you.

- Please, don't trouble yourself.
- Oh, no trouble.

Your hands must be numb with cold. Now,
come, come to the fire, and get warm.

There. And I dare say a hot drink
would be most welcome too.

- Sugar?
- No, thank you.

Leah, cut a sandwich or two.

- Let, do sit down, my dear.
- Thank you.

The key.

- What?
- The key, Mrs. Fairfax.

Here.

- If Adele is still awake, ask her to come down.
- Yes, Mrs. Fairfax.

And the child keeps the most impossible hours.

I imagine her mother

- must have kept her up the entire evening.
- She isn't your daughter?

Oh, no, no.

No, her name is Varens... Adele Varens.

No, I have no family.

I am glad, I'm so glad you are come.

One can feel so isolated here,
especially in the winter.

And it will be most pleasant for me to have
someone to converse with on terms of equality.

Of course to be sure,

John and his wife Leah are very decent people...

Ahh... here is your charge.

Come, Adele.

It is the lady who is to teach you

and make a clever woman of you, one day.

It's my governess?

My follow pupil, that's right.
You may call me Miss Eyre.

- You speak French! May we speak in French?
- Yes, Adele, but we're with Mrs. Fairfax now,

and at her presents, it is more
polite if we try to speak in English.

- You understand when she runs on like that?
- Oh yes.

Shall I sing? My mama taught be to sing.

Where is your mama?

Gone. She flew away to the Holy Virgin.

She taught me to dance and sing.

Shall I sing for you, Mom?

In the morning, Adele.

It's late.

And it is time you were in bed. Come along.

And we shall come up and hear your prayers.

This way, my dear.

Come on, Miss.

Here, Thornfield is a fine old hall,
perhaps a little neglected at late,

but that could be remedied if only
Mr. Rochester would come home.

Who is Mr. Rochester?

- Oh, why, he is the Master of this house.
- But you never see him. He never stops here.

Of course he does, sometimes. He
brought you now Adele, didnt he?

But it is true, he's usually away.

Mademoiselle.

Will we be very happy?

We should be work hard and should be content.

- Goodnight, Adele. Say your prayers.
- Goodnight, Mademoiselle Eyre.

Goodnight, Madam Fairfax.

Goodnight, Adele.

I'll not keep you sitting up all night.

I'm sure you'll want to retire early.

And your room is just along here near to Adele.

It's quite small, but I thought you'd like it better

than the ones in front.

They're larger, but so dreary and so
solitary. No one ever sleeps there.

One would almost say if there was a ghost
at Thornfield, that would be its haunt.

Now, here is your room.

This is for me?

Why, is anything the matter?

I know, tomorrow I'll discover this is a dream

from which I must awaken.

We are real, and you are most
welcome here, most welcome.

- Goodnight, my dear. Sleep well.
- Thank you, Mrs. Fairfax.

Up here

is the main gallery.

What a handsome place.

I had the windows opened to let in the air.

Everything gets so damp in
rooms that are seldom entered.

Let me show you the rest of the house.

Here are the Master's rooms.

Is that Mr. Rochester?

Oh, no.

His father.

Why Mr. Rochester keeps it
here despite everything,

I do not know. One of his strange ways.

His father and his brother

were very unfair to him.

Some would say barbarous.

He was the youngest son, you see.

And he was expected to sacrifice
everything for the family.

He only inherited Thornfield nine years ago.

When he was a child, he was a gentle boy.

He's clearly not barbarous himself if
he's taking care of Adele supporting.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, Mr. Rochester does
accept his responsibilities.

And he's a just and liberal
landlord to his tenants.

He's well travelled and very intelligent.

But when he talks to you,
you can't be always sure

whether he is in jest or in earnest.

Whether he is pleased or the contrary.

He is not a happy man.

Oh my goodness, those flowers!

Oh, I did keep telling Leah that all the
rooms must be kept in readiness.

Mr. Rochester's visits may be
rare, but we're never warned.

What was that?

One of the servants most
likely, perhaps Grace Poole.

But did you hear it?

Oh, yes.

I often hear it.

She does sewing in one of these rooms.

Grace!

Too much noise, Grace!

Remember instructions.

We can go back this way.

Your arithmetic is not very good, Adele.

It is dull. I don't care for it.

- Why, can't we do something else?
- It's my job to give you good education.

Learning arithmetic is an important part of that.

Mama said it was important
to I'm singing and dancing.

That wasn't dull.

If you're a good girl , I'll teach
you to play the piano.

Will you?

- When?
- Perhaps tomorrow.

- Why not now?
- Arithmetic today, piano lessens tomorrow.

I'm going for a walk, and when I come back,

I want to see how many of those sums

you've got right.

- But they're so difficult.
- You can do it, I know you can.

Are you injured, sir?

Can I do anything?

You can stand to one side.

If you're hurt, I can fetch them help.

Thank you. I shall do, I have no broken bones.

Well, go on then.

I cannot think leaving you here, sir, until
I see you're able to mount your horse.

You should be at home, yourself.

Where do you come from?

There.

What, that house with the battlements?

Yes, sir.

Whose house is it?

Mr. Rochester's.

Do you know Mr. Rochester?

No, I've never seen him.

What is your position there?

I'm the Governess.

The Governess.

Uh... I believe I must ask your to help after all.

- If you be so kind?
- Yes, sir.

Would you get hold of my horse's bridle

and lead him to me?

You're not afraid?

No, sir.

I see, the mountain will
never come to Mahomet,

so you must help Mahomet go to the mountain.

Would you please come here?

Excuse me.

Necessity compels me to make use of you.

Thank you. Would you hand me my hat?

And crop.

Thank you for your help.

Now...

make haste home as fast

as you can.

Whose dog is this?

He came with the Master.

- With whom?
- The Master.

Mr. Rochester.

He just arrived.

Here is Miss Eyre, sir.

I trust, the leg get feeling more comfortable?

Doctor will be here in the morning.

Let Miss Eyre be seated.

Look what Mr. Rochester has brought me.

Have you brought Mademoiselle
a present, as well?

Did you expect a present, Miss
Eyre? Are you... fond of presents?

I hardly know, sir.

I have little experience of them.

They are generally thought pleasant thing.

Generally thought, but what do you think?

A present has many faces to it, has it not?

How long have you been in my house?

Four months.

And you came from?

Lowood School, sir, Lancashire.

Lowood!

How long were you there?

Ten years.

Eight as a pupil,

two as a teacher.

You must be tenacious of life to
have survived that place so long.

No wonder you have the look of another world.

but when I saw you in the lane, I thought
on contrary of fairy tales and almost asked

if you'd bewitched to my horse.

I'm not sure yet it is she who
is responsible for my sprain.

There was ice on the road way, sir. It was
that which cause your horse to slip.

Perhaps. I'm not sure yet.

Very well, Miss Eyre.

I bid you goodnight.

Adele.

Watch and listen.

You mean like this?

I've examined Adele.

And found you've taken great pains with her.

She's not bright, she's no particular
talent, in very short time.

she's made much improvement.

- She's worked hard.
- I've gathered, you're teaching her piano?

- Yes, sir.
- Are you fond of music? Do you play well?

I'm very fond of music.

I play a little.

A little, like any other English schoolgirl.

Perhaps better than some, but not...

well.

Adele showed me some sketches.

She said they were yours.

I don't know if they were
entirely of your doing...

Perhaps some master helped you?

No one helped me, sir.

That wounds your pride.

These pictures must have taken
much time and the thought.

When did you do them?

In the last two vacations I spend to load.

Did you copy them?

- No, sir, they came out of my head.
- That head I see now on your shoulders?

Yes, sir.

Has it other furniture of the same kind within?

I think it may have.

Better, I hope.

Were you happy when you
painted these pictures?

I didn't have skill to paint
what was in my imagination.

I always wanted to achieve more.

You may have insufficient technique...

but the thoughts are magical.

Ah, nine o'clock.

- Is Adele in bed?
- Not yet, sir.

She should be in bed long before this.
I don't approve of these late hours.

See to it, Miss Eyre.

I would do the edges darker.

His leg is better.

He will be going away soon.

Perhaps.

It will break my heart.

It's this one here.

Could you draw me his picture?

To always have him with me.

You examined me, Miss Eyre.

You think me handsome?

No, sir.

There is something singular about
you. You have the air of a little nun,

quaint, quiet, grave and simple.
But when asked a question...

or make some of remark whish you are
obliged to answer, you rap out a reply...

which not blunt as is at least brusque.
What do you mean, by it?

Sir, I was too plain. I beg your pardon.

I would try replied that tastes differ.

That beauty, is of little consequence.
Something like that sort.

You will endure my surliness without being hurt.

Very few masters would trouble
themselves to enquire whether or not

their paid employees were offended.

Do you never laugh, Miss Eyre?

Never mind.

Let me see what my paid employee
has been drawing in her sketchbook.

May I?

You have me utterly.

No, no, it's mine.

Come with me, Miss Eyre.

Adele, continue with your
work. And remember...

the shadows are as important as the light.

- Do you believe that?
- What, sir?

That the shadows are as important as the light?

I believe none of us is perfect,

I believe none of us is
without some fault to hide.

You are not naturally austere
nor I'm naturally vicious.

I once had a heart full of tender feelings.

But fortune has knocked me about.

Now I'm as hard and tough
as an India rubber ball.

You think is any hope for me?

Hope for what, sir?

My being transformed from India
rubber back to flesh and blood.

Come on, Pilot.

Is all well, my dear?

What a strange man!

So changeful and abrupt.

I suppose I've grown accustomed to it.

- And one has to make allowances.
- Why?

Partly because it's his nature,

and none of us can help our nature.

- Partly... family troubles.
- He doesn't have a family.

There are painful memories

which are perhaps best forgotten.

Well done, Adele.

Is that how mama danced for you, monsieur?

Precisely.

Exactly.

Now...

- Off to bed. Fairfax, take her out.
- Oh, no, monsieur, let me stay a while longer.

- Let me dance again.
- You heard what I said.

Please!

Don't argue. Do as you're told.

Come, Adele.

Come.

Well?

You may treat me as you will, but
you should not treat a child thus.

I will treat her however I see fit.

When I look at Adele,

I see a miniature of her mother.

The same...

beauty, the same merciless charm.

She was an opera dancer.

I wasn't the first to love her,
but she told me that I...

was Adele's father.

At the time I wanted to believe that so.

But then, one night, I found her in
the arms of a brainless viscount.

I left a bullet in his feeble wing,

gave her my purse and
ordered her away from me.

So...

perhaps you'll think differently of the child, now.

Perhaps you'll soon telling me... I
should look for a new Governess.

Adele's not responsible for her mother's faults.

- Or yours.
- Or mine?

Or mine? What have I done
but play the village idiot?

You've made Adele feel unwanted and unloved.

Why didn't you leave her in
Paris where she was happy?

Because... her mother abandoned her.

When I looked around I was all she had left.

And I do honor my obligations.

However they were incurred.

No one can deny me that.

Goodnight, Miss Eyre.

Mr. Rochester! Mr. Rochester, wake up!

Wake up, sir, please!

Is there a flood?

Come with me, sir.

More water!

What happened?

I don't know.

I heard a strange laugh.

Grace.

- Where are you going?
- Stay here, don't move.

Wrap yourself in my cloak.

You're soaked.

Grace!

Open the door, Grace.

It was as I thought.

- Grace Poole, sir?
- Quiet so.

You should send her away.

Say nothing of this business.

I will answer for all this.

You can go, go to your room, now.
There's nothing more to fear.

Goodnight, then, sir.

What?

Are you leaving me?

You told me to go.

Not in that brief, dry fashion. Not without...

taking leave.

At least,

shake hands.

The roses had thorns.

You have saved my life.

- I am in your debt.
- There is no debt,

no obligation.

I knew you'd do me good
at some way at some time.

I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you.

I'm glad I happened to be awake.

What's the matter? You're shivering.

I'm cold.

Cold?

You're cold?

Yes, sir.

Go then, Jane. Go back to bed.

You call that clean?

You and I are going to have words last.
I'm gonna talk to you downstairs.

Good morning, Miss Eyre.

What happened, here?

The Master was reading in bed last night.

He feel asleep with a candle lit
and the curtains got on fire.

Luckily he woke up in time
to put the flames out.

Here you are. Hang them.

Did nobody hear anything?

Did nobody wake up?

Perhaps you heard something?

Yes, Grace... I did.

I heard someone laughing.

If I were you, Miss,

I'd get in the habit of bolting my
door when I went to bed at night.

Leah, that's one, and two...

Good morning.

Oh, Miss Eyre!

I supposed, you've heard about
the Master's accident?

It's a mercy he wasn't burnt
in his bed. There, Leah!

- Is he all right?
- Yeah, well enough...

to be out for someone gone before breakfast.

Gone? Gone where?

To Lord Ingram's, the other side of Millcote.

I gathered, there're quite a party
assembled there. Pillows.

Do you expect him back tonight?

Oh, no, no. Nor tomorrow night either.

When these fashionable people get
together, they're in no hurry to apart.

They may decide to go to
London or the Continent.

Mr. Rochester may don't back
to Thornfield for another year.

He's quite a favourite with
the ladies in the party.

Like Miss Blanche has been setting
her cup of tee at him for years.

Miss Blanche?

Lord Ingram's daughter.
Prettiest girl in the county.

She is, Miss.

Does the Master like her?

Oh, yes!

Yes, he's a different man, when he's with her.

So merry and lively you wouldn't know him.

Ah, Leah.

You're a fool.

Come on, I'll gonna help you with this sheet.

Hurry, quickly. They'll be coming
soon. Hurry up, come on.

Oh, come along, James, please do
hurry. Take them to the dining room.

My corner to your corner.

Mrs. Fairfax, have you something
we can keep a frog in?

- A what?
- A frog.

My dear, I have no time for frogs.

Mr. Rochester may be here any minute

And all of Lord Ingrams friends with
him. He's never done this before.

All the ladies will bring their maids
and all the gentlemen their valets.

In the past city he couldn't
wait to leave Thornfield,

now he's seems determine to
filling the house with guests.

- They're coming!
- What?

They're coming!

Mademoiselle, the beautiful
ladies are coming, here!

That's Lady Ingram.

And Lady Eshton.

Yes, and Lady Lynn.

And that, of course,

is Miss Blanche.

- This way.
- Thank you.

You think, is Mr. Rochester
in love with Miss Ingram?

You shouldn't ask such a question.

Why not?

Because it's none of our affair.

It would be our affair if they got married.

Adele, stop this conversation.

Go back to your work.

I hope he doesn't marry her.

I heard a maid told Leah, that she's
only interested in his money.

The maid said he brought back bundles...

- from Jamaica.
- Adele!

Miss Eyre!

Mr. Rochester wants you to
bring Adele to the party,

and he wants both of you to
stay until it is her bedtime.

- Surely, he doesn't want me to stay?
- Oh, yes.

"If she objects, tell her it is my particular wish."

Those were his very words.

- Good evening, Madam.
- Good evening.

What a little puppet!

That must be Mr. Rochester's ward.

The little French girl, he was speaking off.

- What's your name, child?
- Adele, Madam.

So pretty, how charming. Adele, come here.

Edward, I thought you weren't fond of children.

Nor am I.

What persuaded you to take
charge of this little creature?

Where did you pick her up?

I did not pick her up. She was left on my hands.

You should send her away to school.

I'm not sure, I couldn't afford
it, schools are so expensive.

Don't tell me, you look after her yourself?

We have a Governess.

A Governess. Yes, I thought I
saw someone with her just now.

You can tell a Governess at first glance.

They're plain,

is a very special way.

- Aren't they, Mama?
- Aren't who what, my darling?

Governesses.

Don't talk to me about Governesses.

The very word makes me tremble with rage.

I have suffered a martyrdom

in their incompetence.

What?

Nothing.

Have I said something wrong?

- She's sitting just behind you.
- Who is?

The Governess.

It will never mind. It may do
her good to hear the truth.

Come along...

Time for dancing. I've been idle long enough.
Dona Bianca, will you do me the great honour?

Rochester! I didn't know you're a dancing man.

He only dances with me, Colonel Dent.

Who else would I dance with?

Mrs. Bennet, will you play for us?

Jane.

You look pale.

- Was my dancing so clumsy?
- No, sir.

Come back, to enjoy, it's too early to go to bed.

I'm tired, sir.

And little depressed.

What about, tell me?

- Nothing, sir. I'm not depressed.
- But you are.

Some much so a few more words
would bring tears to your eyes.

- Did I see them there now.
- Please, excuse me, sir.

- I'm... I'm very tired.
- Very well.

I'll excuse you tonight,

but so long while my visitors stay, I'd like you
to appear in the drawing room every evening.

It is my wish, Jane, don't ignore it.

May I help you, sir?

I...

I'd like to see Mr. Rochester.

We have a house full of guests.

Mr. Rochester and I are old...
old friends, and I am very tired.

I've come a long way to see
him. All away from Jamaica.

May I have your name, sir?

Mason...

Richard Mason.

Peter.

Take this gentleman to the tapestry bedroom.

Damn your luck, Dent!

Anything else, sir?

No, thank you.

Jane.

I need your help.

What is it?

Come with me.

You don't turn sick at the sight of blood?

I don't think so.

Give me your hand.

It wont do to risk your fainting.

Here, Jane.

There's a sponge on the washstand.

Try to stop the bleeding. I'll going
to fetch the doctor. I won't be long.

Sir...

I'll give you half an hour

to dress his wound and get him out of here.

Why did you come, why... why on earth?

I thought I could do some good.

You thought.

You thought!

She said she'd drain my heart.

Keep him at your house until he's quite well.

Right over in a day or two
I'll come to see how he is.

Have pity on her.

Let her be treated tenderly.

- Let her be...
- Yes, yes. I do my best.

And will continue to do this.

- It's not her fault.
- I know that.

It's not my fault either , if
anyones to blame, it's you.

Go.

Ace of spades.

You have the devil's own luck, Rochester.

Well, you know what they say.
Lucky in cards, unlucky in love.

Penny, off you go with the other guests.

I'm bored with this game.

Why don't we play something else?

What would you like to play?

Lord Brancaster has a billiard table.
You should buy one, I adore billiards.

They're rather expensive this tables.
I'm not sure I could afford one.

Does that person want you?

Is something wrong?

May I speak to you, sir?

7 card whist?

What is it?

I received a letter this morning.

If you please, sir, I want leave of absence.

Why?

- Because an old lady who's sick.
- What old lady?

Her name is Mrs. Reed. She's my aunt.

- I thought you didn't have any relatives.
- None that would own me, sir.

Mrs. Reed cast me off when I was a child.

- Then why must go rushing off to see her?
- She's dying.

I can't ignore her dying wish.

You wont be persuaded to stay?

No, sir.

I will return to Thornfield.

So then, we must say goodbye.

Yes, sir.

How does one perform that ceremony?
Teach me, I'm quite up to it.

They say farewell. Or any form they prefer.

Farewell, Miss Eyre.

For the present.

Is that all?

Yes, sir.

Why don't we shake hands?

Remember your promise.

Mr. Rivers?

Miss Eyre is here.

Miss Eyre.

St. John Rivers, Rector of
Gateshead. How do you do?

Please come in. I've recured you because
your aunt is most anxious to see you.

Her family is in great trouble, Miss Eyre.

John Reed, your cousin, died last
month at his chember in London.

He died. How?

They say, he ruined his
health with bad company.

It was his death brought on your aunt's illness.

This is my sister, Mary.

Uh, Mary, I'm taking Miss Eyre to see
her aunt. I'll shall be back presently.

You were like...

Why, you are like...

Jane Eyre.

- I am Jane Eyre.
- Jane.

I am very ill.

My mind is much troubled

by two wrongs I have done you.

One...

was breaking the promise
I made to my husband...

to I would bring you up as one of my own.

The other... go to my writing case.

Take out the letter you find there.

Read the letter.

Madam, will you have the goodness
to send me the address of my niece,

Jane Eyre,

and to tell me how she is.

It is my intention to write shortly and
ask her to come to me at Madeira.

As I am unmarried and childless...

I wish to adopt her during my life...

and bequeath her at my death...

whatever I may have to leave.

This is dated 3 years ago.

Why did he never write to me?

I wrote to him...

I told him I knew nothing about you.

Now, act as you please.

Write to him...

tell him I lied.

You were born to be my torment.

I am not vindictive.

Let us be friends.

Love me or hate me as you will.

You have my full and free forgiveness.

Mademoiselle!

Mademoiselle!

- I thought you'd left me for good.
- I told you, I'd come back.

You said you'll be gone a week.
And it's almost a month.

Forgive me, Adele.

Mr. Rochester is sending me to school.

I was so afraid I'd be gone

- and never see you again.
- To school?

To Paris.

A school for young ladies.

Adele.

Tell cook Miss Eyre has returned.

Another place at dinner.

I'll ask her to make a special cake.

So, you came back after all?

As I promised.

As you promised.

You're very quiet this evening.

What's on your mind?

Many things, sir. My aunt's death.

Being back at Thornfield.

And?

Adele told me you're sending
her away to school.

Yes.

It's a good idea, don't you think?
Paris is her home after all.

- May I ask why, sir?
- I thought perhaps you might have guessed.

Perhaps...

Perhaps because you're going to be married.

Exactly.

Precisely.

With your usual acuteness, you've
hit the nail staight on the head.

I am to be married.

Which means Adele will go away to school.

And you'll need to find another situation.

- I will advertise directly...
- No, you will not.

I've heard of a position that might suits you.

Governess to 5 daughters of a family in Ireland.

It's a long way off.

No matter a girl of your sense

- won't object to the voyage.
- Not to the voyage, but the distance...

And the sea is a such barrier.

From what, Jane?

From England, sir.

And from Thornfield.

And...

Sometimes I have the
strangest feeling about you...

Especially when you're near, like now.

It's feel as though I had a string

tied here, under my rib, where my heart is.

Tightly knotted to you... in a similar fashion.

When you go to Ireland,

with all that distance between us,

I'm afraid this cord will be snapped...

and I shall bleed inwardly.

But you are sensible.

- You'll forget.
- Never. I'll never forget!

I wish I'd never been born.

I wish I'd never come

- to Thornfield.
- There are other houses just it's fine.

How can you be so stupid?

How can you be so cruel?

I may be poor and plain, but...
but I'm not without feelings.

It's not the house, but the life I lived here.

I was not trampled on.

I was not excluded.

I... I was treated as an equal.

And so you are, Jane.

And so...

And so...

Yes, so, sir...

And yet not so, for you're a married man.

Or as good as married.

- Let me go.
- Be still.

Don't struggle. So, you're go like
a wild bird clawing at its cage.

I'm no caged bird. I'm a free
human being, independent,

with a will of my own.

Then stay.

Stay and marry me.

- How dare you make fun of me?
- I mean what I say.

Stay at Thornfield. Be my wife.

And what of Miss Ingram?

Miss Ingram, I don't love Miss
Ingram, nor does she love me.

Jane, you strange, almost unearthly thing,

I love you as my own flesh.

I beg of you to marry me.

Say Edward, give me my name.

Say Edward, I will marry you.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, Edward.

I hardly know what to say to you, Eyre.

I'm so astonished, I feel
I must have been dreaming.

I thought Mr. Rochester came in here

and said...

in a month's time you were to be his wife.

He said the same to me.

You know how much I like you,

Jane, but...

you're so young...

and little acquainted with men.

I have noticed

Mr. Rochester's growing fondness for you...

And I have wanted so many times...

for your sake,

to put you on your guard.

Why?

There is an old saying...

"All is not gold that glitters".

And in this case I fear...

something different, may be found...

from what you or I expect.

Is it impossible that Mr. Rochester

should have a sincere affection for me?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

It is not that, my dear, it's...

He is a proud man.

All the Rochesters were proud.

And gentlemen in his station

are not accustomed to
marrying their governesses.

Now, then...

Let's try the cape on, shall we?

There... turn around. Turn around,
dear. Oh, you look beautiful.

- Have you been to the chapel?
- Yes sir. The parson's just arrived.

- The carriage?
- The horses have been harnessed.

I want to leave here the moment
the ceremony is over.

- Yes, sir.
- Jane!

- Jane!
- Yes, I'm here.

Any regrets?

Only Adele is away in school. She'd
have loved to see me in this dress.

I will have a portrait painted

and sent to her.

Like this, with the morning light above you.

We are gathered together
here in the sight of God...

to join together this man and this woman

in Holy Matrimony.

...so many as are coupled together
otherwise but as God's word both allow,

are not joined together by God...

The marriage cannot go on.

I declare an impediment.

- Continue, sir.
- I cannot.

What... what is the nature of this impediment?

Mr. Rochester is a married man.

- Who are you?
- My name is Briggs.

I'm a lawyer.

I was engaged to look after
the interests of your wife.

There is no wife!

"I affirm and can prove that on
the 20th day of October 1829,

Edward Fairfax Rochester of
Thornfield Hall, was married

to my sister,

Bertha Antoinetta.

A copy of the wedding certificate
is now in my possession.

Signed, Richard Mason.

That proves I've been married, that's
not prove that the woman is still living.

She was living three months ago.
I have a witness to the fact.

And produce him, damn you!

Sir, do not forget you are in a sacred place.

Have the goodness to step forward, sir.

Mason!

Close your book.

There'll be no wedding.

What these men say is true.

I have been married...

and the woman to whom
I was married, lives still.

Come to the house, all of you...

and meet Grace Pooles patient...

My wife!

Stay out of the way, Grace.

Be careful, sir.

She's a bit snappish.

She's seen you, sir, you'd better not stay.

- We'd better leave.
- You stay here!

This is my wife.

Your sister, Mason.

Look at her. She is mad.

So was her mother.

So was her grandmother.

Three generations of violent lunacy.
I wasnt told about that, was I, Mason?

All I was told about

was that my father had made a
suitable match to prop up his...

dwindling fortune and give your
family the Rochester name.

I did what I was told!

And Bertha

was kept away from me until the
wedding. It was cleverly done.

Everyone got what they wanted, except me.

Even

she is betteroff here than she
would been in a lunatic asylum...

but I have spent the last 15 years in torment.

And this is what I... what I wish to have.

This young girl stands so
grave and quiet at the mouth

of Hell.

- Bertha!
- No, Ma am.

Hold her get down!

- No, keep calm, lass, calm.
- Hold her, Grace.

Take care.

Calm, calm, lass.

I love you.

Say you love me.

I love you more than ever.

But this is the last time I shall ever say it.

I must leave you.

Jane! Don't leave me, Jane!

Jane!

Jane!

The horse!

Mr. Rochester!

Mr. Rochester! The house, sir!

- Trust me, Bertha, trust me.
- Leah...

John, wheres Mr. Rochester?

Mr. Rochester, help me! Help me, somebody!

Bertha.

Bertha, come close to me, don't be afraid.

Come to me.

Please, give me your hand.

Bertha, come to me.

- No.
- I would never harm you.

Don't be afraid. Come to me, now.

Please.

Come, come on.

Oh, here we are.

- This is for York. It's most important.
- Thank you.

- And this is for you.
- Thank you.

Good day to you.

Is Miss Eyre, isnt it?

Do you remember me? I'm Mary
Rivers, the rector's sister.

Are you ill?

- How is she?
- She's had a good sleep.

Now may be a good time to talk to her.

- How are you feeling?
- You look much better.

The doctor is very pleased.

And you should be well enough
to come down in few days.

But I've been here almost a month.

I can not stay here any longer.

I must find work, I must find somewhere to live.

Hush, be still.

You should stay here as long as you wish.

St. John, don't make her talk any more.

Tell her.

Miss Eyre.

I did not want to excite you, byond your
strenght but I have some very surprising news.

A gentleman has been here looking for you.

A lawyer.

- I took it upon myself to act on your behalf.
- A lawyer.

What did he want?

It seems your uncle in
Madeira, John Eyre, has died

and left you his entire estate.

He always believed you were alive and he had
greatest faith that one day you would be found.

You're his only surviving relative.

You have become a wealthy woman.

These are the papers relating to your uncle,

and the fortune you will inherit.

This is your uncle, John Eyre.

And this is your father...

the father you never knew.

How young he looks.

And how kind.

He was kind.

Amongst the papers is the letter he wrote

to your uncle announcing your birth.

You were deeply loved Miss Eyre.

Please forgive me.

There is nothing to forgive.

I know you have suffered greatly.

But the past can no longer harm you.

You are safe now.

Jane, you strange, almost unearthly thing,

I love you as my own flesh.

I love you.

Say you love me.

Jane... Jane.

Mrs. Fairfax?

- Pilot. Hello, Pilot.
- Pilot!

Pilot!

No more noise.

Miss Eyre!

Mrs. Fairfax,

bring me a glass of water.

Who's there?

Who is it?

Pilot knows me.

My brain will burst.

What delusion is this?

What sweet madness!

Her fingers.

Her very fingers.

Jane Eyre.

Jane Eyre.

So many times I've dreamed of this moment.

Then the dream vanishes and flies away.

- Gentle dream. Kiss me before you go.
- I shall never leave you.

You will stay with me?

How?

I will be your friend,
your nurse, your companion.

You will not be left alone
for so long as I should live.

I'm no better than a ruined tree.

- I'm lightning struck and decayed.
- You're no ruin, sir.

You're vigorous and full of life.

Plants will grow and wind around you,

because your strength
offers them so safe a hold.

And so...

And so I married him.

Slowly but surely,

Edward began to recover his sight.

When our first born was put into his arms,

he could see the boy had inherited his eyes

as they once were,

large and brilliant

and shining with life.

We sent for Adele, she now lives with us,

as beloved as if she was our own dear daughter.

We are truly devoted, my Edward and I.

Our hearts beat as one.

Our happiness is complete.