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1844...

By then, life had become very bleak for the Cosways...

my family.

Our plantation was ruined by...

the emancipation of the slaves...

and my father, desperate, drank himself to death.

White cockroach!

Christophene!

White cockroach.

We were alone at Colibri...

my mother, my little brother, and me.

Christophene was the only one who stayed with us.

She was our protector, for she knew obeah...

and the blacks feared her magic even more than they hated us.

Colibri had been large and beautiful...

as that garden in the Bible...

but no one looked after it anymore...

and it had gone wild.

Me Blackbeard now, and you my slave.

Come on.

Why not you be the slave?

Because pirates are white, silly.

When they killed her horse...

my mother knew there was one last hope.

She married a rich Englishman, Mr. Mason...

who had just arrived in Jamaica...

and knew nothing about her.

He has the most spectacular apple orchard.

Apples?

Yes. Do you remember...

Obviously her obeah woman Christophene...

must have cast a spell on her.

A man of his age allowing himself...

to be seduced by a woman like her.

How anyone in their right mind would saddle themselves...

The English matrons hated my mother's Frenchness...

and her irrepressible beauty...

but Mr. Mason was too in love with her to notice.

Antoinette.

Antoinette.

I want to dance with my new niece.

What do you think?

Thank you, Myra.

I have as much right to be here as your daughter...

more right by English law...

for I am older than she is, and I am a man.

What do you know of English law?

It's all an invention, and it's making me dizzy.

Who let you in here?

One of the servants did.

She know who I am.

Everyone around here knows.

Come with me.

Quick.

Quickly.

You don't want him to see me?

What do you want from me, Daniel?

What is rightfully mine.

I give you the money...

not because I believe you.

Maybe your husband will believe me.

How much do you want?

I take no money now...

just to give you time to think about it.

What are you doing here?

I see you here again...

you're going to be sorry you were born.

You talk to him, he poison your mind.

Myra, she let him in.

Like a spider, that man.

He will always be around.

Look at them, forever laying about.

Why aren't you three in the fields?

Snake bite, sir.

All three of you?

Big snake.

I'm bringing in some coolies from the East Indies.

They'll soon lick this place into shape.

I wouldn't discuss that in front of the servants.

I've told him a hundred times.

The people here don't want to work...

so why should they care?

Just look at this place.

It's enough to break your heart.

It's dangerous to stay here any longer.

I see the signs.

You don't know these people.

They're children.

They wouldn't hurt a fly.

Unhappily, children do hurt flies.

Don't you see them watching us...

asking the servants what we eat every day?

They're curious, that's all.

They're too damn lazy to be dangerous.

They're more alive than you are, lazy or not...

and they can be dangerous and curious...

for reasons you wouldn't understand.

No, I don't understand.

You're the widow of a slave owner...

here on your own for years...

and they never harmed a hair on your head.

If you want to go away for a change, Nettie...

by all means, we'll go.

Antoinette, come here.

Don't forget to kiss your stepfather good night.

He's very hurt that you never kiss him.

He never looks hurt.

He's told me he's very fond of you.

Perhaps one day he'll take you to England.

I wonder where they've all gone.

Must be one of those dances on.

You'd hear drums if there was a dance.

Probably a wedding, then.

Any excuse not to work.

Afterwards I understood...

but not then.

In front of the servants...

he had said he would bring in coolies...

to replace all the workers.

My stepfather knew nothing of the old hatred...

between our family and the former slaves.

Mama! Mama!

Antoinette, what is it?

Out! Get out!

Manny! Christophene!

Oh, my God! Pierre, I'm coming!

Antoinette!

Take her out of here...

and then tell Manny to bring the carriage.

You're hurt. His hands.

His bed was on fire. She left him to die.

We'll have to make a run for it.

I told you over and over...

but you sneered at me, you grinning fool!

Why don't you go out there and tell them to let you go?

Say how innocent you are, that I was the slave owner.

Tell them how you've always trusted them.

Annette, for God's sake!

The whole house is burning!

Antoinette, stay close to me.

#Native Jamaican language# Go out white Cockroachs, leave our country .

Here they come...

the black witch woman and her white cockroaches.

No. No.

- Annette! - Coco!

What does she want, her jewels?

Her damn parrot!

Annette, they're laughing at you.

Don't let them laugh at you.

Our Father, which Art in Heaven...

hallowed be Thy name...

Thy kingdom come...

Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread...

and lead us not into temptation...

but deliver us from evil...

Let us through.

The little boy will die if we don't get help.

Black and white, they burn the same, eh?

Here and hereafter, as you will in your turn.

Bad luck on me...

and I'll cut the tongue out of your mouth...

you old white jumby.

#Coloured Parrot Screaming#

God have mercy!

Everyone into the carriage, for God's sake.

Go along!

Christophene.

After Pierre died in the fire,

After Pierre died in the fire,

my mother went mad with grief.

Mr. Mason hired a man to look after her...

then he went back to England and forgot her.

#Speaking French#

Antoinette.

Hello, Antoinette.

- Who is he ?! - He seems to be a relative from England .

A few months before I left England...

your stepfather died.

Paul wanted you to have his properties here...

so long as you married somebody who could manage them for you.

He arranged it all with a family in England.

What's happening?

They were cutting seaweed from the rudder...

and one of them was sucked down.

We're on the edge of the Sargasso Sea...

miles and miles of floating weed...

a sailor's graveyard.

This voyage to Jamaica...

has been a nightmare from the beginning...

and I'm sick with fever.

My father has arranged a marriage for me...

with a girl I've never met.

I wonder what she expects of me.

Who knows?

Perhaps we might even like each other.

Edward, good to see you.

You look a little the worse for wear.

Just a touch of fever.

How on earth do you live in this heat?

One gets used to it. Come.

I thought that slavery had been abolished.

They get paid wages now...

not that one gets much thanks for it.

They're bone-idle, most of them.

They don't have much reason to thank us...

after kidnapping them from their own countries.

Here we are.

Come in.

Edward Rochester...

May I introduce you to my niece Antoinette Cosway...

and her aunt Cora?

How was your journey from England, Mr. Rochester?

The land seems a little bumpy by comparison.

I hope you don't feel too homesick.

Bring water!

Yes, sir.

Edward. Edward.

Edward?

They seem to be getting on all right.

I want to know more about him.

How do we know he's not simply a fortune hunter...

who'll marry her for her properties...

then disappear back to England?

I've known his family for years.

I trust him with my life.

You're trusting him with her life, not yours.

Why does he need her property if he comes from such a family?

Has he been disinherited?

The estate passed to his older brother...

but he's a damn fine gentlemen.

She's very lucky to get him.

There's not a respectable man here who'd look at her...

with a drunken father and a crazed mother...

and a simpleton of a brother.

She should be legally protected.

You know absolutely nothing of these things.

I have something for you.

The little silk bag on the dressing table.

They're my rings. Two of them are valuable.

Don't let him see them. Ever.

Richard?

Richard's a half-wit...

hard as a board and stupid as a foot.

I mean your future husband...

this honorable Englishman we know nothing about...

apart from his partiality to fainting.

Does he know about me?

He knows what he needs to know.

Perhaps I shouldn't marry him.

My dear, you have no choice.

She's decided. She's not going to marry you.

I can't say I'm surprised after my spectacular entrance.

But everything's arranged...

the church, the minister, the guests.

It's just as Paul wanted.

You can't drag her to the altar, Richard.

I feel very badly...

bringing you halfway around the world for nothing.

She seems gracious.

Perhaps she'll let me try again.

I've been taking some deep breaths.

I might be able to keep my feet this time.

I am hoping you may reconsider your decision.

I'm afraid of what may happen if I become your wife.

What do you mean?

You don't know me...

and I cannot live in the town like an English lady.

The way we live is so very different.

We can live wherever you want.

When I was a child...

there was a house in the mountains...

and I used to go there with my mother.

Then that's where we'll go.

Antoinette... I do want you to be my wife.

I know how you feel.

We're complete strangers from opposite sides of the world...

but I will trust you if you'll trust me.

How is your hand so cold in this hot sun?

I was born in it.

Mountain water.

That's delicious.

Amelie was born in Colibri like me.

So she was a slave.

I suppose so...

but not for long.

She was sent here to work at the summer house.

It's not exactly England, is it?

England, England...

Is it really there?

Double up, now, double up.

Mr. Rochester, this is Nelson...

Rose... Hilda...

and Amelie you know.

How do you do?

This is a grateful day for all of us, sir...

and we hope you'll be happy here with us.

Ever since the good news...

we've been trying to get everything in place.

The house has been lonely for many years...

a home for spiders, centipedes, and bats.

But we got rid of all of them, sir...

and the house is ready to welcome you.

I hope you'll be specially happy, sir...

in your sweet honeymoon home.

And this is Christophene...

who was my da... my nurse... long ago.

She took such childlike pride...

in showing me the house...

but I couldn't understand her pleasure in it.

It seemed neglected and bare...

not ugly but awkward.

A little sad...

as though it knew it couldn't last.

To happiness.

Happiness.

Now you're an emperor.

It's only Christophene.

Only Christophene?

She's the most ferocious-looking creature I've ever seen.

Hide in here until she's gone.

Dear Father...

the �30,000 has been paid to me without question or condition.

I'll never be a disgrace to you or to my dear brother...

the son that you love.

I have property now at the edge of the world.

Don't do that to my hair.

He doesn't like it.

Every man likes scent on his wedding night.

It's the scent he'll remember the rest of his life.

And you...

kiss first... and long.

And everything else follows.

You can go now, Nelson.

I feel I have to shout to get above that noise.

Whisper. I'll hear you.

I know we're far away, but in that dress...

you look almost English.

It's French.

Aunt Cora had it made for me in Saint-Pierre.

You say Saint-Pierre as if it were Paris.

You've hardly eaten.

It's too hot.

In England, the cold gives you an appetite.

How strange to be cold all the time.

Is it true that England is like a dream?

I read in this book that this place London...

is like a cold, dark dream.

This place feels like a dream to me.

They'll come back if we don't put the candles out.

I feel as though I'm on the edge of the world.

One night...

there was a full moon...

and I watched it for a long time before I fell asleep.

Christophene found me in the morning.

She said, "lt's very bad to sleep in the moonlight...

"when the moon is full."

Do you think she was right?

Had I slept too long in the moonlight?

Wait. Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Now...

Now...

Now.

It's Christophene.

I had to send her away twice.

Come in now.

Good morning.

Good morning, Christophene.

Taste my bull's blood, Master...

not horse piss like the English madams drink.

Drink, drink their yellow horse piss.

Talk, talk their lyin' talk.

I will send the girl to clean up the mess...

you make with the frangipani.

Be careful, young master, not to step on the flowers.

It brings cockroaches.

Her coffee may be delicious...

but she might hold up her dress.

It must get as filthy as her language.

When they don't hold their dress up...

it's for respect or a feast day.

And is this a feast day?

She wanted it to be. Don't you like her?

I don't like the way she dawdles about.

She seems so...

but every move she makes is right...

so it's quick in the end.

I don't think I'll get up this morning.

What do you mean?

I'm very lazy, you know...

like Christophene.

I often stay in bed all day.

So you go to the pool before it gets too hot.

Benbow will take you.

How are you all today?

Very tired, sir.

Are you very tired?

Darling, what on earth are you doing?

Will you please take off my clothes?

Antoinette, I'm going to need those clothes.

Please, darling, will you take my clothes off?

I'm warning you.

You want them? Here!

Thank you, we can manage now, Nelson.

Yes, sir. Hilda.

Do you honestly not mind the servants laughing at us?

Don't be angry with me.

These are part of the pirate treasure.

They probably used them in drunken orgies.

They lived like that...

because every voyage might be their last.

Then they buried their treasure and dreamed that one day...

they'll come back and live like kings.

I used to read about pirates when I was a child.

Maybe my father was one.

Tell me about your father.

He died before I could even remember him.

So you were left with your mother and Christophene.

Yes.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.

No more stories.

They try to make you think that they're not true...

but to scare you. You have to know better.

It always thunders, but it never rains.

It's coming in a week or two.

I know he's there.

Who?

The king of the pool.

That's where he always lived.

Out of the way, quick.

Quick! Quick!

Quick, quick, quick!

What would my friends in England think of you?

Would they like me?

They'd think you're a wild creature...

untamed...

Mrs. Rochester.

Pull down the moon

Love in the dark...

No matter how close we are in the dark...

she is still a stranger to me...

a stranger who does not think or feel as I do.

I am hungry for her...

but I don't understand her.

Why do you make me want to live?

What do you mean?

Suppose you took this happiness away when I wasn't looking.

And lose my own?

I'm not used to happiness.

It makes me afraid.

But I'm here.

The six weeks I have been here could be a year.

I feel like I'm floating in an opium dream.

This climate...

Now it rains every day at the same time.

Like clockwork.

That way everybody knows how long they can stay in bed.

You'll be the death of me.

Josephine spent most of her life in bed.

She came from Martinique, like my mother...

and she became Empress of all France.

Close your eyes.

What's wrong?

I don't like that fruit.

It seems squashy and overripe.

You're so English.

Of course I am. What else would I be?

You could be like me...

French, Welsh, a little Irish...

a little pirate.

My little outcast.

Is it possible to die of happiness?

Lf I could die now when I'm happy...

you wouldn't have to kill me.

Just say it. Try.

Say die, and watch me die.

Die, then.

Die. Die.

Good morning, master.

Good morning, Amelie.

It came for you early, sir.

Thank you.

Is anything wrong, Christophene?

Nothing wrong.

You will tell me if there is, won't you?

Yes, master.

"Dear sir...

"you have been shamefully deceived.

"Your wife's father was my father...

"a shameless man who had his way...

"with every slave girl he owned.

"Her mother... she had the madness...

"that is in all of these Creoles...

"and it passes to her daughter... your wife."

"I hear that she weave her spell by day and by night."

Did you know, Father...

or my dear brother?

Did you plan it together?

Richard Mason, the fool, he knew...

and my wife...

how little I really knew of her.

Come and dance.

No, thank you.

"Her mother marry again...

"with rich Englishman who give her the moon...

"but her madness get worse.

"He has to lock her away and run back to England...

"with the din of her raving still in his ears."

Is something wrong?

No.

Who were all those people there this afternoon?

Cousins, nephews, and nieces.

Are you missing your England?

My England is always there if I want it!

I'm sorry.

You never told me what happened to your mother.

There was a fire.

You know about the fire.

Yes.

She died then.

I'm sorry.

I won't bring it up again...

I promise.

Never make promises.

What did you say?

- Never make promises! - Why?

Then they'll never be broken.

"She will look you in the eye and tell you lies."

Not too hard.

Die.

Die!

Die!

What am I doing hurting you?

Lt's all right.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what came over me, Antoinette.

I feel so ashamed.

But he must have said something.

Did he say when he'd be back?

He didn't say anything about when he'd be back.

You should have asked him.

Now go.

Edward...

you will stay for the weekend, won't you?

The governor's having a small soiree on Saturday.

It's a pity Antoinette didn't come.

Her mother was a beautiful dancer.

That's something I've been meaning to ask you about.

Whatever happened to her mother?

Nettie? She died shortly after the fire.

She was very badly burned trying to save her little boy.

I never knew that Antoinette had a brother.

She never talks of him, of course...

having lost him like that.

Off to England, probably.

I rather envy them.

How are you faring out in the wilds, Mr. Rochester?

England seems far away.

Is that obeah woman still in service with you?

- What's her name? - Christophene.

She was a wedding present to Antoinette's mother.

What is this word "obeah"?

Voodoo, they call it in Haiti. Here it's obeah.

They're supposed to make potions...

that bring back the dead, that sort of thing.

A lot of nonsense, of course...

as I'm sure your wife would agree.

Not necessarily.

Most of the natives believe in it completely.

Antoinette obviously prefers the open air...

to our stuffy little society down here in Spanish Town.

She'd be a most welcome addition to our dances...

but she isn't English, is she?

She might feel a little left out.

I don't know. I think you'll find many of the best dances...

were invented by the French.

Yes. Come, Edward.

We must do our duty by the wallflowers.

Apparently they had snow at home at Noel.

It amuses me how all of you talk of England as home.

Have you ever actually been there?

No, not yet. Mummy plans to take me next year.

She hopes to present me at court...

if we can afford it.

Sadly, our situation is not what it was.

But surely, as you were born in this country...

this is your home.

Certainly not, Mr. Rochester!

Even in the good times, it was no fit place for a lady.

You're supposed to lead!

One, two, three. One...

How can you be a gentleman when you smell like a horse?

Benbow?

Rub him down well. I've ridden him hard.

It's good to be back.

- Good afternoon, sir. - Afternoon, Hilda.

- How was your journey, sir? - Very good, thank you.

Ladies.

Finish quickly and tell Christophene I want her.

Christophene is leaving.

Leaving?

Christophene don't like this honeymoon house no more.

And your husband look like he see zombie.

Maybe he don't like honeymoon house no more, either.

I hit you back, white cockroach!

For God's sake, Antoinette!

Go away, child!

You call her a child?

She's older than the devil and more cruel!

- Fetch Christophene! - Yes, master.

It's past midday!

The white cockroach, she marry

The white cockroach, she like Englishman

The white cockroach, she marry

The white cockroach, she like Englishman

You're not leaving!

- I am. - What about me?

Get up, girl, and dress yourself!

Woman must have spunks to live in this world.

The young master don't like me, and perhaps I don't like him.

If I stay, I just bring trouble...

and bone of contention to your house.

Then go.

Amelie?

Smile like that once more, just once more...

and I'll mash your face like a mashed plantain.

You hear me?

I give you a bellyache like you never see bellyache.

Answer me, girl!

Yes, Christophene.

Now, poutos...

you get yourself out of bed.

Did you hear what the girl was singing?

White cockroach... that's me.

That's what they call all of us who were here...

before their own people sold them to the slave traders.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Get out. I want to get dressed.

I want to get dressed for dinner.

Why did you go away without telling me?

Hello... Nettie.

That was my mother's name.

It suits you.

No. Sit with me.

I'm sorry. I haven't been myself lately.

This country's still so strange to me.

Sometimes I feel as though I may lose myself in it.

You'll go back to England, won't you?

I rather feel like a walk in the garden.

I can hardly hear the insects now.

Perhaps I am getting used to everything after all.

Let's toast again...

to happiness.

Sorry, sir. The mistress gone to pay a visit.

She'll be back tonight.

She make up her mind in a hurry, and she gone.

Thank you.

Do you know this man?

Yes. I know Daniel.

Why does he keep writing to me?

He don't tell you that?

He write you two letters, and he don't say why?

Is his name really Cosway?

Some people say yes, some people say no.

Some people say there are many people called Cosway.

They are related.

But I don't know about that.

You may go.

- I am sorry for you. - What?

I say nothing, master.

You ask me a hard thing, I'll tell you a hard thing.

Pack up and go.

When a man don't love you, more you try, more he hate you.

A rich girl like you... pick up your skirt and walk out.

Do it, and he come after you.

He wouldn't come after me, and I'm not rich.

Everything I have belongs to him.

That's English law.

Law?

That Mason boy do it.

Him worse than Satan himself.

- Daniel Cosway? - Yes, sir.

Why did you ignore my message to stop writing to me?

Many people say things behind your back.

I don't care what people say behind my back.

Oh, but you do, sir.

You mind very much.

They make monkey out of you... I mind.

You're a troublemaker, Daniel Cosway...

if that's your real name.

Same name as your wife... same father.

Oh, yes, sir.

Everything I say is true.

Ask that devil Richard Mason three questions.

Is your wife's mother a lunatic?

Was her brother a born imbecile?

And is your wife going the same way as her mother?

Is her mother alive?

Last I hear, she live in a house on the hill...

taking in any man who asks...

and your wife...

same seeds in her.

Take a look.

See the sign!

Fine English gentleman like you...

don't want to touch a little yellow rat like me?

You believe me, but you want everything quiet...

like the English do, all right.

But if I keep my mouth shut...

it seems like you owe me something.

What's �500 to you?

All right!

Get back to your wife's house, my sister's house!

You will see what I can do!

And give her my love.

You are not the first to kiss her pretty face.

You knew what I wanted as soon as you saw me.

Hush up!

if a man don't love you, I can't make him.

Yes, you can. You can make people love or hate or die.

You believe that tin-tin story about obeah?

if he would come to me just once more...

I'd make him love me again.

Poutos...

obeah is too strong for a white man.

It would only cause big trouble.

When the people tell your husband stories...

about you and your mother...

he don't know what to believe.

Cool him. Calm him.

Tell him all that happened, but don't cry.

Crying's no good with him.

He wouldn't believe me.

I'll do what you ask me, but only if you talk to him first.

You want to know about my mother...

because of what Daniel tells you.

She wasn't mad. She was lonely.

That can be a kind of madness.

After the fire, my stepfather bought a house...

and hired someone to look after her.

And then he forgot her.

Is she still alive?

She died not long ago.

You told me she died after the fire!

You lied!

Because they told me to say so!

And it's true!

There are always two deaths...

the real one and the one people see.

Have a drink.

Come here.

I've tried to make you understand...

but nothing's changed, has it?

Where did you go this morning?

To see Christophene.

To ask her what to do?

She told me to leave you.

Don't you think that might be the best thing?

if one of us went away for a while?

Your mouth is colder than my hands.

Darling, I didn't mean it...

when I said one of us should leave.

I don't want that.

We're letting ghosts trouble us.

We can be happy. I know we can.

I swear, before I drank...

I longed to bury my face in her hair as I used to do.

She need not have done what she did to me.

I'll always swear that.

She need not have done it.

Amelie!

Amelie, bring me some water!

I am sorry for you.

Is that the only song you know?

I'll be leaving the island soon, Amelie...

and I would like to give you a present.

What are you going to do?

Since a long time, I know what I want...

but I know I don't get it here.

You're beautiful enough to get anything you want.

I go to Rio.

Rich men in Rio.

And when do you plan to start this journey?

Tomorrow.

Nothing to stay here for.

I think you're frightened of Christophene.

I have malice for no one.

Are you still sorry for me?

Yes, I am sorry for you...

but I find it in my heart to be sorry for her, too.

Nelson?

Yes?

Do you know where the mistress went?

She didn't say.

Have the cook make up some lunch.

Benbow can bring it to me at the bathing pool.

- Cook gone. - What?

She left this morning.

She don't want to work in this house no more.

I see.

Then the young girl can make it.

She not feeling good.

I'm sure you can sort something out.

This came from England.

My brother has been killed in a riding accident.

It means the family estate belongs to me.

No. No more.

I'll go find Christophene.

I rang the bell because I was thirsty.

- Can no one hear? - Will you stop drinking?

Who are you to tell me what to do?

Christophene!

I won't have that woman in my house!

So it's your house now?

I thought you liked the black people...

but, no, you like the light-brown girls better.

You blamed the old planters, but you do the same thing.

Slavery was not a matter of liking or disliking.

It was a question of justice.

Justice?

My mother, whom you all talk about...

what justice did she have?

My mother?

What in God's name are you talking about?

Nettie!

Nettie is not my name.

You're trying to turn me into someone else.

That's obeah!

I love this place.

You've spoiled it.

And I hate it now, like I hate you.

And before I die, I'll show you how much I hate you.

Don't you love me at all?

No, I do not.

Not at this moment.

Not at this moment.

That's how you are... a stone.

Serves me right.

Aunt Cora told me all about you...

all about how your daddy gives everything to your brother.

For God's sake, Antoinette, shut up and go back to bed!

I bought you!

Touch me once, and you'll soon see...

if I'm a damn coward like you are.

Traitor! Fornicator!

You hush up and don't cry.

Crying's no good with him. I told you before.

Why you don't take that girl somewhere else?

Why you do that in this place?

You want her to hear you.

So, my wife ran off to tell you, did she?

I might have known.

She tell me nothing.

She a Creole girl... she have the sun in her.

She have more pride than you.

I know that girl. She never ask you for love again.

She die first.

But I beg you, she love you so much.

Love her again, a little...

like you can love...

or they will tear her to pieces like her mother.

I'll always look after her. I promise you that.

She don't come to your house and beg you to marry her.

Is you come all the long way to her house...

and you love her till she drunk with it...

till she can't see the sun.

Then you say you don't want her and break her up.

What you do with her money?

That has nothing to do with you.

Take it.

Leave her enough so she can live.

Take the rest and go. You're not without honor.

Who will take care of her?

I will!

Take her away from this place.

Maybe to Martinique.

That girl was made for loving.

She'll marry someone else.

Oh, no, she will not.

She's my wife, and I intend to look after her...

for the rest of her life.

Say good-bye to your mistress and go.

Who you to tell me to go? This Miss Antoinette's house.

I assure you it belongs to me.

You'll leave immediately, or the men'll put you out.

You think the men here touch me?

Then I'll get the soldiers up.

I've kept some of that wine with the poison in it.

No soldiers here.

No chain gang, either.

No treadmill.

This a free country...

and I a free woman.

Do you think I wanted this?

I'd give my eyes never to have seen her ...

or this abominable place!

First true damn word you say.

Finally, it seems quieter here.

Antoinette . Don't .

Where's Christophene?

She won't be coming back.

Everything's clearer without her...

for both of us.

The Rose of Trilly's a very fine vessel.

I've traveled on her a couple of times myself now.

Know the captain well.

This is so sudden.

She doesn't seem herself.

She'll be better looked after in England than in this country.

Antoinette, do you really want to go?

I think it's time to say our good-byes.

Good-bye, my darling girl. Good-bye.

I expect I'll be visiting you at Thornfield Hall.

Yes, I expect so, Richard.

And pull! And pull!

I hated the beauty of the place...

and its magic and the secret I'd never know.

Above all, I hated her.

She'd left me thirsty...

and all my life would be thirst...

and longing for what I'd lost...

before I had found it.

Congratulations, sir. Congratulations.

I had to tell you the news.

The master's marrying our Jane Eyre.

He's waited long enough.

How is she, lost as usual?

She's not lost her spirit.

I don't turn my back on her...

when she's got that look on her face.

When I first came here...

I thought it would be for a reason.

I waited for him to come...

but he did not come.

He hired a woman to look after me...

and then he forgot me.

Now I know what I must do...

in this house where I am cold and not belonging.

I will dream the end of my dream.

Done by (c) dCd / January 2013