All language subtitles for Jane.Eyre.2011.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

I will die.

St. John?

I found her at the door.

She's white as death.

Hannah, some of that hot milk.

St. John, we would have stumbled
upon her corpse in the morning.

And she would have haunted
us for turning her away.

- She's no vagrant.
- I'm sure of it.

There's milk for you.

Here.

Ask her her name.

What's your name?

Jane Eyre.

Tell us how we may help you.

Your name?

Where are you?

Must hide...

St. John, we must
get her warm.

ST. JOHN
Let us take her upstairs.

Will she die?

Where are you, rat?

I know you're here.

If you crawl out and say,
"Forgive me, Master Reed,"

I might consider it.

Mama.
John.

There you are.

That book belongs to me, rat.

It belongs to my Uncle Reed.

Spoilt, miserable brat!

- Mama!
- For shame!

Mama!

You wretched imp!

She attacked me.

I hate you, John Reed! I hate you!
Hilary, take her! Take her!

Lock her in the red room.

No!

Please, please! No, it's haunted.
Please. It's haunted! No!

Please! Please!

If you don't sit still,
you will be tied down!

What we do is
for your own good.

Pray for forgiveness,
Miss Eyre,

or something bad will come down
that chimney and fetch you away.

Let me out, please!
Have mercy, Aunt Reed! Please!

Do you know, Jane Eyre, where
the wicked go after death?

They go to hell.

And what is hell?

A pit full of fire.

Should you like
to fall into this pit

and be burned there forever?

No, sir.

How might you avoid it?

I must keep in good
health and not die.

What is her parentage?

She's an orphan.

Her mother was
my husband's sister.

On his deathbed he exhorted
me to care for her.

I have always treated her
as one of my own.

If you accept her at Lowood School, Mr.
Brocklehurst,

keep a strict eye on her.

She has a heart of spite,

and I'm sorry to say that her
worst fault is that of deceit.

You can rest assured

that we shall root out
the wickedness

in this small,
ungrateful plant.

And as for its vacations,

it must spend them
all at Lowood.

You may leave.

You said I was a liar.
I'm not.

If I were, I should say I
loved you, and I don't.

I dislike you worse than
anybody in the world.

People think you are good, but
you're bad and hard-hearted.

I'll let everyone know
what you have done.

Children must be corrected
for their faults.

Deceit is not my fault.

But you are passionate.

My Uncle Reed is in heaven,
so are my mother and father.

They know how you hate me and wish me dead.
They can see.

They see everything you do and
they will judge you, Mrs. Reed.

Get out.

- Next.
- Show me your hands.

Stop there.

Very grand.

Next.

Step out of your fine dress.

Stay there.

Show me your hands.

My name is Jane Elliott.

Who can we send
for to help you?

No one.

I mustn't ever be found.

Join me to Thyself

with an inseparable
band of love.

For Thou, even Thou alone,

dost satisfy him
that loveth Thee.

And without Thee, all
things are vain and empty.

Amen.

Amen.

It's wonderful to see
you up, Miss Elliott.

Last week we thought
we'd be escorting your remains

to an unmarked grave.

She read The Bride of Lindorf

and suddenly it's all woebegone
maidens and dramatic deaths.

I'm sorry to have
caused so much trouble.

Nonsense.

You're the most exciting
thing that's happened here

since St. John's sermon
on the fall of Babylon.

I hope I'll not be eating long
at your expense, Mr. Rivers.

Then tell me where
to place you.

Show me where to seek
work, that is all I ask.

You're not fit enough
to work. Is she, Di?

No. Stay with us.

You return to your posts
at the end of the month.

What must Miss Elliott do then?

I'll endeavor to help you,

if that's what you wish.

With all my heart, sir.

This school you
were at, Miss Elliott,

this charitable institution,

what did it prepare you for?

Was it a thorough education?

Most thorough.

A little wit...

A little wit...

...will serve...

...a fortunate man.

Again. A little wit...

A little wit...

...will serve...

...a fortunate man.

Burns!

I will not have you
before me in that attitude.

All rise.

I see you are mortifying
this girl's flesh.

Sir, she was not...

It is your mission to render
her contrite and self-denying.

Continue.

The new girl.

This is the pedestal of infamy,

and you will remain
upon it all day long.

You will have neither
food nor drink,

for you must learn how barren
is the life of a sinner.

Children, I exhort you
to shun her, exclude her,

shut her out
from this day forth.

Withhold the hand of friendship

and deny your love
to Jane Eyre,

the liar.

How do you bear being struck?

Miss Scatcherd hits me
to improve me.

She's tormented by my faults.

If she hit me,
I'd get that birch

and break it under her nose.

She'd find another soon enough.

My father used to preach
that life's too short

to spend in nursing animosity.

At my aunt's house, I was
solitary and despised.

She thought I could do without
one bit of love or kindness.

You are loved.

There's an invisible world
all around you,

a kingdom of spirits
commissioned to guard you, Jane.

Do you not see them?

Jane?

Have you something
for me to do?

You're doing something already.

May I see?

These are wonderful.

St. John...

No, Mary, please...

See how skilled Jane is.

Is this how you perceive
me, Miss Elliott?

Well. How fierce I am.

Jane.

You're freezing.
Your little feet are bare.

Come into bed
and cover yourself.

How are you?

I'm happy, Jane.

I'm going home.

Back to your father?

I'm going to God.

Don't be sad.

You have a passion
for living, Jane.

And one day you'll
come to the region of bliss.

Don't leave me.

I like to have you near.

I will not leave you.

No one shall take me from you.

Helen!

Helen!

Mr. Rivers? I wondered if you had
yet heard of any work I could do.

I found you a situation
some time ago,

but I've delayed telling you because the
work is lowly and I fear you'll scorn it.

I shan't mind what I do.

When I took over the parish two
years ago, it had no school.

I opened one for boys.
I now intend to open one for girls.

The schoolmistress will have a
cottage paid for by benefactors

and she'll receive £15 a year.

You can see how humble,
how ignoble it is.

Mr. Rivers,
thank you.

I accept.

With all my heart.

But you comprehend me?

'Tis a village school,
cottagers' daughters.

What will you do with all
your fine accomplishments?

I will save them till they're wanted.
They will keep.

Jane.

You will be quite alone here.

I'm not afraid of solitude.

This is my first home
where I am neither dependent

nor subordinate to anyone.

Thank you, Mr. St. John.

It is small and plain,
as I told you.

Then it'll suit me very well.

Safe journey,
Miss Eyre. Godspeed.

Goodbye, Miss Eyre.

Safe journey.
Thank you.

Bye, Miss Eyre.

Girls!

Goodbye.

Thornfield, Miss.

Wait here, Miss.

How do you do, my dear?

Are you Mrs. Fairfax?
Indeed I am.

What a tedious journey
you must have had.

Your hands must
be frozen. Here.

Goodness.
How young you are.

I'm quite experienced,
I can assure you.

Of course you are.
I'm sure we're very lucky to have you.

Leah, would you ask Martha
to bring a little hot port

and cut a sandwich or two?

Draw nearer the fire.

John is taking your trunk
up to your room.

I've put you at the back of the
house, I hope you don't mind.

The rooms at the front
have much finer furniture,

but they're so gloomy
and solitary, I think.

I'm glad you're come.

To be sure, this is
a grand old house,

but I must confess that in winter one
can feel a little dreary and alone.

Leah's a very nice girl, and John
and Martha are good people, too,

but they are servants.

One cannot talk to them
on terms of equality.

Am I meeting
Miss Fairfax tonight?

Who?

Miss Fairfax, my pupil?

Oh, you mean Miss Varens,
Mr. Rochester's ward.

She's to be your pupil.

Who's Mr. Rochester?

Why, the owner of Thornfield.
Mr. Edward Fairfax Rochester.

I thought Thornfield Hall
belonged to you.

Bless you, child,
what an idea. Me?

I'm only the housekeeper.

Forgive me.

There is a distant connection between Mr.
Rochester and me,

his mother was a Fairfax,
but I'd never presume on it.

Heavens. Me,
owner of Thornfield?

We shall have a cheerful
house this winter.

With Miss Varens
here and with you,

we'll have quite
a merry time of it.

I'm sure that last winter, and what a severe
one it was, if it didn't rain it snowed,

if it didn't snow it blew.

I declare, not one soul came to the
house from November to February.

When spring finally came, I thought it a
great relief I hadn't gone distracted.

I've had Martha lay a fire.
I hope you'll be comfortable.

Now, get that lot turned over
before frost comes down.

Do you want the upper
bit doing as well?

Yes.

We must open the
window in the study today

to let in some air.

I've never seen such
an ancient old house.

How beautifully
you've preserved it.

Well, Mr. Rochester's visits
are always unexpected.

He doesn't like to arrive and
find everything all swathed up,

so I keep it in
constant readiness.

Now, come and meet Miss Varens.

Did I mention she's French?

Will you ask her
about her parents?

Mr. Rochester neglected to
tell me anything about her.

Her mother has passed away.

Adèle is going to show us
her accomplishments.

Oh!

How very French.

Very good.
Very good.

Now, we're going to make a press.
Shut the book up.

Butterfly.

And what was it
before it was a butterfly?

Caterpillar.

"I shall leave
and walk into town."

"Do not go," begged her maid.

"The Gytrash roams
these hills."

A spirit of the North that
lies in wait for travelers.

It tenants the
carcasses of beasts,

possesses horses,
wolves, great dogs.

You know it only by its eyes,

which burn as red as coals,

and if one should
chance upon you...

Nothing. A mere story.

What nonsense.

Whatever brings you up here?

I've been waiting
to pour our tea.

I'm not in need of tea,
thank you.

It's a quiet life, isn't it?

This isolated house, a still
doom for a young woman.

I wish a woman could have
action in her life, like a man.

It agitates me to pain that the
skyline over there is ever our limit.

I long sometimes for a power of
vision that would overpass it.

If I could behold
all I imagine...

I've never seen a city,

I've never spoken with men.

And I fear my
whole life will pass...

Now, exercise and fresh air,

great cures for
anything, they say.

I have some letters to post.
Will you take them?

Up! Up, you
cursed beast! Up!

Stand back.
Are you injured, sir?

May I be of some help?

Where did you come from?

Just below, at Thornfield Hall.
I am the governess.

I'm on my way to post a letter.

Can I fetch someone to help?

The governess.

You may help me yourself.

Get hold of his bridle
and lead him to me.

If you would be so kind.

It would be easier to bring
me to the horse. Come here.

I must beg of you to please
come here, Miss Governess.

Hold it.

Make haste with your letter.

For who knows what might
lurk in these dark woods.

Leah, go and light the fire
in the master's bedroom.

And tell Martha
to prepare for tea.

Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Rochester's here.

Go and change your frock.
He wishes to meet you.

Leah, take her cloak.
I have to change?

I always dress for the evening when Mr.
Rochester's here.

But all my dresses
are the same.

You must have
one that's better.

He's in a terrible humor.

His horse fell in Hay Lane,
and his ankle is sprained.

He's at the doctor this half hour.
Where have you been?

Let her sit.

I've examined Adèle and I find
you've taken great pains with her.

She's not bright,
she has no talents,

yet in a short time
she's improved.

Thank you, Mr. Rochester.

You've been resident
here three months?

Yes, sir.

And from whence do you hail?

What's your tale of woe?

Pardon?

All governesses have a tale of woe.
What's yours?

I was brought up by my aunt,
Mrs. Reed of Gateshead,

in a house even
finer than this.

I then attended Lowood
School, where I received

as good an education
as I could hope for.

I have no tale of woe, sir.

Where are your parents?

Dead.

Do you remember them?
No.

And why are you not with Mrs.
Reed of Gateshead now?

She cast me off, sir.

Why?

Because I was burdensome
and she disliked me.

No tale of woe?

I daily thank providence
for sending us Miss Eyre.

She's an invaluable...

Don't trouble yourself to give her a character.
I'll judge for myself.

I have her to thank
for this sprain.

Sir?

You bewitched my horse.

I did not.

Were you waiting for your
people on that lane?

I have no people, sir.

I mean for the imps and
elves and little green men.

The sad truth is,
they are all gone.

Your land is neither wild
nor savage enough for them.

Adèle brought me these.
Are they yours?

Yes, sir.

Where did you get your copies?

Out of my head.

That head I now see
on your shoulders?

Yes, sir.

Who's this?

The evening star.

Were you happy when you
painted these? Yes.

To paint is one of the keenest
pleasures I have ever known.

Then your pleasures
have been few.

Are you satisfied with them?

Far from it. I imagine things
I'm powerless to execute.

You've secured the
shadow of your thoughts.

Yet the drawings are, for
a schoolgirl, peculiar.

Good night.

Come, Adèle.

Most merciful Father,

we give Thee humble thanks for
this, Thy special bounty.

Amen.

Amen.
Amen.

Sit nicely, please, Adèle.

Pilot!

Pilot, come here!

Go on, further down!

By the river!

He's very abrupt and changeful.

What manner of man is he?

He's a good master.

He's fine company,
too, when he...

Except when he's
in an ill humor.

Adèle.

I hate to reload.

On three.
One, two, three.

Ready?

Oh!

Think that's it, sir.
Take it down to the river.

Come on.

Keep it.

Take it away and disembowel it.

Beautiful.
Miss Eyre.

I'm not fond of children.

Nor do I particularly enjoy
simple-minded old ladies.

But you might suit me,
if you would.

How, sir?

By distracting me from
the mire of my thoughts.

That is how Maman used to say.

Precisely.

And that's how she
charmed my English gold

out of my English pocket.

Let's go and try it on,
shall we?

Your gaze is very
direct, Miss Eyre.

Do you think me handsome?

No, sir.

What fault do you find with me?

I have all my limbs
and features.

I beg your pardon, sir.

I ought to have replied that
beauty is of little consequence.

You're blushing, Miss Eyre.

And though you're not pretty
any more than I am handsome,

I must say it becomes you.

And now I see you're fascinated
by the flowers on the rug.

Come, speak to me.

Fact is, Miss Eyre,
I'd like to draw you out.

You have rather the look of
another world about you.

I don't wish to treat
you as inferior.

Yet you'd command me to speak?

Are you very hurt by
my tone of command?

There are few masters
who'd trouble to enquire

whether their paid subordinates

were hurt by their commands.

Paid subordinate?
I'd forgotten the salary.

Well, on that mercenary ground,

will you consent
to speak as my equal

without thinking that the
request arises from insolence?

I'd never mistake informality
for insolence, sir.

One, I rather like. The other, nothing
freeborn should ever submit to.

Humbug.

Even for a salary.

Most free-born things would
submit to anything for a salary.

But I mentally shake hands
with you for your answer.

Not three in 3,000
schoolgirl governesses

would have answered me
as you've just done.

Then you've not spent much
time in our company, sir.

I'm the same plain kind
of bird as all the rest,

with my common tale of woe.

I envy you.

How?

Your openness,
your unpolluted mind.

When I was your age,
fate dealt me a blow.

And since happiness
is denied me,

I've a right to get
pleasure in its stead.

And I will get it,
cost what it may.

Then you'll degenerate
still more.

But, Miss Eyre,

if the pleasure I was seeking
was sweet and fresh,

if it was an inspiration, if it wore
the robes of an angel of light,

what then?

To speak truth, sir,
I don't understand you at all.

I fear the conversation
has got out of my depth.

You're afraid of me.

I'm not afraid.
I've simply no wish to talk nonsense.

Do you never laugh, Miss Eyre?

Only rarely, perhaps.

But you're not
naturally austere,

any more than
I'm naturally vicious.

I can see in you the glance
of a curious sort of bird

through the close-set
bars of a cage,

a vivid, restless captive.

Were it but free,
it would soar, cloud-high.

Leah,
have you seen Mrs. Poole?

Yes, ma'am.

The master's in no mood
for any more mistakes.

Who's there?

Wake up, sir! Wake up!
Sir! Wake up!

The quilt!
Give it here!

A noise aroused me
from my sleep.

What noise?

There was someone at my door.

Stay here.

Don't make a sound.

Say nothing about this.
You're no talking fool.

But... I'll account for
this state of affairs.

Say nothing.

Yes, sir.

Is that how you would leave me?

Jane, fire is a horrible death.

You've saved my life.

Don't walk past me
as if we were strangers.

But what am I to do then?

I've a pleasure in
owing you my life.

There is no debt.

I knew you would do me
good in some way.

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

Their expression did not strike my
very inmost being so for nothing.

People talk of natural
sympathies. You...

Good night then, sir.

You will leave me, then?

I am cold.

Go.

Has Mr. Rochester
not sent for us today?

Why, he's gone away.

Were you not aware?
He left after breakfast.

He's gone to the Leas.
It's Mr. Eshton's place.

I believe Blanche
Ingram is there.

She's a great favorite of his.

I saw her two years ago when Mr.
Rochester gave a party here.

She's a most elegant girl.

They sang a duet together.
They made a lovely harmony.

I was quite surprised
he didn't make a proposal,

but she has no fortune.

In every other way they'd
make a splendid match.

Perhaps it's his intention now.

He's far more likely to
have gone off to Europe.

He often goes without so
much as a fare-you-well,

and I don't see him for a year.

I collected the burnt linen
from the master's room.

- That's fine.
- Just go make up the bed.

England is
a great power, Adèle.

British ships set sail from here
to the outer limits of our empire,

navigating the five oceans
and four corners of our world.

From Canada, here, all the
way to the south of Africa

and the Cape of Good Hope.

Across the Indian Ocean,
to Australia and New Zealand,

and on to Burma, China,
India and Malaya.

Nothing.

On these distant horizons, you
will find all manner of men.

He's coming back tomorrow.

He's given me directions
to prepare all the rooms.

I'm to get more staff
from the George Inn.

Miss Ingram's coming.

Supplies to be got,
the linen, mattresses...

I'll go to the George now.
No, no, I'll tell Martha...

May I assist you,
Mrs. Fairfax?

Oh...

South-facing rooms for Lady
Ingram and Miss Ingram.

Colonel Dent and Mrs. Dent
must have the river view.

I reckon master's taken a
fancy to that Miss Ingram.

He may well have
asked her already.

I'll wager
he will by end of week.

You mark my words.

Adèle.

What's she saying?

Mr. Rochester is here.

Everybody out.

Edward.

Allow me, Miss Ingram.

I'd forgotten how
masculine Thornfield is

I think you need more flowers.

I have
the fairest of all on my arm.

Come away, Adèle.

Tonight, he wants both of you in
the drawing room after dinner.

Not me, surely.

I'm instructed to tell you,
if you resist,

he'll come up
and get you himself.

But I don't have a dress.

Don't worry, child,
who'll notice?

Mademoiselle!

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

Nor am I, Lady Ingram.

What induced you
to take charge of her?

She was left on my hands.

Why don't you
send her to school?

She has a governess.

Poor child.
I had about half a dozen in my day,

all detestable incubi.

It's true.

Mr. Rochester,
beware the governess.

Mama thinks
they're generally hysterics.

Or degenerates.

I thank heaven
I have done with them.

It's a miracle
I survived my education.

I remember Miss Wilson screaming,
"You villainous child!"

That's right. She tried
to set her hair on fire.

Frequently, I might add.

Anyway, enough
of this dreary race.

We shall have music

and a new subject.

Signor Eduardo,
what shall it be?

I give you beauty.

There's nothing new to be said.

I give you back male beauty.

Well, that's my son.

Hear hear.

A man should pay
no heed to his looks.

He should possess
only strength and valor.

Gentleman or highwayman,

his beauty lies in his power.

Then a pirate would do for you?

Why did you leave the room?

I am tired, sir.

Why didn't you come
and speak to me?

I haven't seen you for weeks.

It would have been normal and
polite to wish me good evening.

You seemed engaged.

You look pale.

I am well.

What have you been doing
while I've been away?

Teaching Adèle.

You're depressed.

What's the meaning of this?

Your eyes are full...

What is it?

There's a gentleman
to see you, sir.

From Spanish Town, Jamaica.

And indeed I think he does
come from some hot place

because he won't
take off his coat.

Mr. Richard Mason.

I've put him in
the morning room.

Have I done wrong?

Bring him to my study.

Jane, this is a blow.

If I were to go to those people

and they looked at me
coldly and sneered,

and then left me one by one,

what would you do?
Would you go with them?

No, sir.
I'd stay with you.

You'd dare condemnation
for my sake?

For the sake of any friend
who deserved it.

Richard.

Fairfax.

How the devil are you?

Splendid.

I'm sorry. I see
you have guests.

'Tis no trouble. Come.

What on Earth was that?

- Where is Rochester?
- Wait for me.

I'm here. Be composed.
A servant has had a nightmare, that's all.

I must see you back
into your rooms

because until
the house is settled,

she can't be
properly looked after.

Is there anything I might do?

Miss Ingram, ladies, please,

return to your nests
like the doves that you are.

I assure you, all is well.

Noisy old house.

Come, my lily flower.

I told you it was nothing.

Please.

Come with me.

Can you clean this?

Yes.

Drink, Richard.
It will give you the strength you lack.

- Will it hurt me?
- Drink!

I must go for the doctor.

Sponge the blood
away when it returns.

Give him water if he wants it.

Do not speak to him
for any reason.

And, Richard,

on pain of death,
do not speak to her.

How does he?

He is sleeping.

Hurry, Carter.
Be on alert.

The sun will soon rise
and he must be gone.

Let's have a look, shall we?

Flesh is torn as well as cut.

Very, very unpleasant.

- Fairfax.
- Drive!

It's a strange night
you've passed.

Yes, sir.

You showed no fear.

I was afraid of the inner room.

You were in no danger.

Mr. Rochester,
who did that violence?

I cannot tell you.

Why do you protect them?

I drag through life
a capital error.

Its consequence
blights my existence.

For years, I've sought
to escape it.

This spring, I came home
heart-sore and soul-withered.

And I met a gentle stranger
whose society revives me.

With her, I feel
I could live again

in a higher, purer way.

Tell me,

am I justified in overleaping an
obstacle of custom to attain her?

There is an obstacle?

A mere conventional impediment.

But what can it be?

If you cherish
an affection, sir,

then fortune alone
cannot impede you.

Yes.

And if the lady
is of noble stock

and has indicated that
she may reciprocate...

Jane, of whom do
you think I speak?

Of Miss Ingram.

I'm asking what Jane Eyre would
do to secure my happiness?

I would do
anything for you, sir.

Anything that was right.

You transfix me quite.

I feel I can speak to you now

of my lovely one,

for you've met her
and you know her.

She's a rare one, isn't she?

Fresh and healthy,

without soil or taint.

I'm sure she'll regenerate
me with a vengeance.

You look ridiculous.

This game is ridiculous.

Excuse me, sir.

Does that creeping
creature want you?

Excuse me.

This is from my
old nurse, Bessie.

She says my cousin
John Reed is dead.

He squandered his fortune
and has committed suicide.

The news has so
shocked my aunt,

it's brought on a stroke.

What, the aunt
who cast you out?

She's been asking for me.

I parted from her badly and I
can't neglect her wishes now.

Promise me you won't stay long.

Mr. Rochester,
I've had no wages.

I need funds for my journey.

How much do I owe you?

Thirty pounds.

Here's 50.

That's too much.

Take your wages, Jane.

I cannot.

Then I only have 10.

Now you owe me.

Indeed I do.

Meantime, I shall
safeguard it here.

Do you trust me to keep it?

Not a whit, sir.

You are not to be
trusted at all.

Jane Eyre.

I've twice done you wrong.

And I broke the vow
I made to Reed.

Please, don't think of it.

Open that box.

Take out the letter
and read it.

"Madam,

"will you have the goodness
to send me

"the address of my
niece, Jane Eyre?

"I desire her to come
to me at Madeira.

"Fortune has blessed
my endeavors,

"and as I am childless,
I wish to adopt her

"and bequeath her at my death
whatever I may have to leave.

"Yours, John Eyre, Madeira."

This is dated three years ago.
Why did I never hear of it?

Because I wrote and told him

you'd died of typhus
at Lowood School.

You called the names of
the dead down upon me.

You cursed me.

I would have loved you
if you'd let me.

You were born to be my torment.

Then love me or
hate me as you will.

You have my full
and free forgiveness.

Be at peace.

My dear uncle,

Some years ago, my Aunt Reed mistakenly
informed you that I had died.

I am writing to tell you
that I'm very much alive

and gratified to find
I have a relative.

I look forward to
our correspondence,

hoping one day we may meet.

I'm currently living
at Thornfield Hall,

where I am governess to the ward of Mr.
Edward Fairfax Rochester.

Ah. There you are.

Just like one of your tricks,

to steal in along
with the twilight.

If I dared I'd touch you
to see if you were real.

Come, Jane.

Stay your wandering feet
at a friend's threshold.

Thank you, Mr. Rochester,
for your great kindness.

I'm strangely glad
to get back again.

There's been
nothing official yet,

but he's ordered
jewels from his bank

and he's making preparations
to travel to Europe.

Mademoiselle.

He's taken to singing,

the operas Miss Ingram
favors so well.

We'll hear their
announcement soon, I'm sure.

You are to be married.

I see Mrs. Fairfax has
intimated my intention

to put my neck
into the sacred noose.

Adèle should go to school,

and I must seek
another situation.

Congratulations, sir.

Thornfield is a pleasant
place in spring, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

You'll be sorry
to part with it.

It's always the way
with events in life.

No sooner have you got settled

than a voice cries,
"Rise and move on!"

I'll find you
a new situation, Jane,

one I hope that you'll accept.

I shall be ready when your
order to march comes.

Must I really lose a faithful paid
subordinate such as yourself?

You must.

We've been good friends,
haven't we?

Yes, sir.

I've a strange feeling
with regard to you,

as if I had a string
somewhere under my left ribs,

tightly knotted to
a similar string in you.

And if you were to leave,

I'm afraid that cord of
communion would snap.

And I've a notion that I'd
take to bleeding inwardly.

As for you, you'd forget me.

How?

I have lived a full life here.

I have not been trampled on.

I have not been petrified.

I have not been excluded from
every glimpse of what is bright.

I have known you,
Mr. Rochester,

and it strikes me with
anguish to be torn from you.

Then why must you leave?

Because of your wife!

I have no wife.

But you are to be married.

Jane, you must stay.

And become nothing to you?

Am I a machine
without feelings?

Do you think that because I am
poor, obscure, plain and little

that I am soulless
and heartless?

I have as much soul as you
and full as much heart.

And if God had blessed me
with beauty and wealth,

I could make it as hard
for you to leave me

as it is for I to leave you.

I'm not speaking to you
through mortal flesh.

It is my spirit that
addresses your spirit,

as if we'd passed through the grave
and stood at God's feet, equal,

as we are.
As we are.

I am a free human being
with an independent will,

which I now exert to leave you.

Then let your will
decide your destiny.

I offer you my hand, my heart.

Jane,

I ask you to pass
through life at my side.

You are my equal
and my likeness.

Will you marry me?

Are you mocking me?

Do you doubt me?

Entirely!

Your bride is Miss Ingram.

Miss Ingram?

She is the machine
without feelings.

It's you. You rare,
unearthly thing.

Poor and obscure as you are,

please accept me
as your husband.

I must have you for my own.

You wish me to be your wife?

I swear it.

You love me?

I do.

Then, sir, I will marry you.

Good night.
Good night, my love.

Good night.

Am I a monster?

Is it so impossible that Mr.
Rochester should love me?

No.

I've long noticed you were
a sort of pet of his.

But you're so young and you're
so little acquainted with men.

I don't want to
grieve you, child,

but let me just put
you on your guard.

Gentlemen in his position...

Well, let's just say,

they're not accustomed
to marry their governesses.

Until you are wed, distrust
yourself as well as him.

Please,

keep him at a distance.

Come.

What is it?

Jane Eyre with nothing to say?

Everything seems unreal.

I am real enough.

You, sir, are most
phantom-like of all.

I will be Jane Eyre no longer.

Edward!

Move it!

Have the carriage loaded
and ready within the hour.

Take courage, Jane.

I will.

Come on.

I require and charge you both,

as you will answer at the
dreadful Day of Judgment,

when the secrets of all
hearts shall be revealed,

that if either of you
do know of any impediment

why you may not be
joined together lawfully,

you do now confess it.

Edward Fairfax Rochester...

The marriage cannot go on!

An insurmountable
impediment exists.

Proceed.

"I affirm and can prove..."

Proceed!

"...That Edward Fairfax
Rochester was,

"15 years ago,
married to my sister,

"Bertha Antoinetta Mason,
at St. James' Church,

"Spanish Town, Jamaica."

A copy of the register
is now in my possession.

Signed, Richard Mason.

She lives at Thornfield Hall.

This girl knew nothing of this.

She thought all
was fair and legal.

She never dreamt
she was being entrapped

into a feigned union
with a defrauded wretch.

Come, Jane.

Come, all of you.
Meet my wife.

Get back!

Go, all of you. Go!

You're 15 years too late.

Mrs. Poole.

You ought to give warning, sir.

This is Bertha
Antoinetta Mason.

My wife.

- Antoinetta.
- It's I, Richard.

She has her quiet
times and her rages.

The windows are shuttered
lest she throw herself out.

We have no furniture, as she can
make a weapon out of anything.

I take her for a turn upon the
roof each day, securely held,

as she's taken to
thinking she can fly.

My own demon.

Jane.

Forgive me. I'm worthless.
How could I?

Jane.

No tears.

Why don't you cry?

Why not scream at me?
I deserve a hail of fire.

I need some water.
Of course.

Jane.

How are you now?

I will be well again soon.

I know you.
You're thinking.

Talking is of no use,
you're thinking how to act.

All is changed, sir.
I must leave you.

No. No!

Jane, do you love me?

Then the essential things
are the same.

Be my wife.

You have a wife.

I pledge you my
honor, my fidelity...

You cannot.

...My love, until
death do us part.

What of truth?

I would have
told you the truth.

You are deceitful, sir!

I was wrong to deceive you.

I see that now.
It was cowardly.

I should have appealed
to your spirit as I do now.

Bertha Antoinetta Mason.

She was wanted by
my father for her fortune.

I hardly spoke with her
before the wedding.

I lived with her
for four years.

Her temper ripened,
her vices sprang up,

violent and unchaste.

Only cruelty would check her,
and I'd not use cruelty.

I was chained to her
for life, Jane.

Not even the law could free me.

Have you ever set foot
in a madhouse, Jane?

No, sir.

The inmates are caged
and baited like beasts.

I spared her that at least.

Jane.

I earnestly pity you, sir.

No.

Who would you offend
by living with me?

Who would care?

I would.

You'd rather drive
me to madness

than break some mere human law?

I must respect myself.

Listen to me.

Listen.

I could bend you with
my finger and my thumb,

a mere reed you feel
in my hands.

But whatever I do
with this cage,

I cannot get at you.

And it is your soul
that I want.

Why don't you come
of your own free will?

God help me!

Jane!

I asked how you were.

I'm getting on very well.

Do you find the work too hard?

Not at all.

Is the solitude an oppression?

I hardly have time
to notice it.

Thank you, girls.

Yes, ma'am.

Then perhaps you are
dwelling on things past.

When I came to your door,
I had nothing.

Now I have a home and work,
free and honest.

I thank God for the
generosity of my friends.

What you had left before
I met you, I don't know.

But I counsel you
to resist firmly

every temptation to look back.

That's what I intend to do.

A year ago, I was myself
intensely miserable.

I scorned this weakness,

fought hard against it and won.

I wonder if we do not
share the same alloy.

You are ambitious, I think.

And this little school
will not hold you for long.

Is this yours?

Yes.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Good night.

Jane.

Miss Eyre.

What brings you from your
hearth on a night like this?

There is no bad news, I hope.

How easily alarmed
you are, Miss Eyre.

Please, won't you sit down?

Thank you, Miss Eyre.

I saw an advertisement in The Times
from a solicitor named Briggs

inquiring of a Jane Eyre.

I knew a Jane Elliott.

This paper resolved my
suspicion into certainty.

And so, I wrote to him.

He told the story of
a young governess.

And her employer,
a Mr. Fairfax Rochester...

Mr. Rivers.

I can guess your feelings,
but please hear me.

As you know so much, perhaps
you'll tell me how he is?

Who?
Mr. Rochester.

I'm ignorant of
all concerning him.

But he has been seeking me?

No, he hasn't.

Mr. Briggs has.

And what does he want with me?

Merely to tell you
that your uncle,

Mr. John Eyre of
Madeira, is dead,

that he has left you
all his property

and that you are now rich.

What?

You are rich,

quite an heiress.

Will you ask how
much you are worth?

How much am I worth?

Twenty thousand pounds.

If you had committed a murder

and I'd found you out, you could
scarcely look more aghast.

There must be some mistake.

Not at all.

You look desperately miserable
about it, I must say.

Please,

sit down.
I've shocked you.

Mr. St. John.

The debt I owe to you
and your sisters...

Is nothing.

You saved my life.

Please write to them.

This money frees us.

They will have 5,000 each,

and so will you,
if you'll take it.

Certainly not.

And if you would accept
me as a sister,

perhaps we could live together,

at Moor House.

I told you the
news too quickly.

You're confused.

My only relative is dead.

You have family.

You cannot know
what isolation means.

And you cannot know what
it means to be wealthy.

I have been alone always.

I've never had
a brother or sisters.

Please, let me be yours.

Are you reluctant to have me?

No, Miss Eyre.

On the contrary.

I shall write to my
sisters, as you request.

Brother.

We are bid to work
while it is day.

For night cometh,
when no man shall work.

Help us to choose
the harder path,

for as our master
is long-suffering,

so must we be.

Amen.

Amen.
Amen.

Good night.
Good night.

Good night.

Is Jane not our sister, too?

Good night.

Jane.

I go to India in six weeks.

I can see what your gifts are

and why they were given.

God intended you
for a missionary's wife.

I want to claim you.

I'm not fit for it.

I trust you unreservedly.

And know this,

in you,

I recognize a fellow soul.

I'll go with you to India.

Jane.

I'll go if I may go free.

Free?

How can I take out to India a
girl of 19 unless she is my wife?

I love you as a brother.
As a husband, no.

My heart is mute.

Then I must speak for it.

You've said you'll come.

We shall marry.

And undoubtedly enough
of love would follow.

Enough of love?

Yes, quite enough.

Of love?

Yes. In all its forms.

Forgive me, but
the very name of love

is an apple of discord
between us.

My dear brother, abandon
your scheme of marriage.

Why this refusal?

It makes no sense.

I earnestly wish
to be your friend.

You can't give
half a sacrifice.

You must give all.

To marry you would kill me!

Kill you?

Those words are
unfeminine and untrue.

I know where your heart turns
and to what it still clings.

Say his name.

Say it. Say it!

Jane.

Why have you not yet crushed
this lawless passion?

Jane!

It offends me and
it offends God!

What is it?

Where are you?

Wait for me.

Why do you speak to the air?

Jane.

Jane.

I am coming!
Jane!

Wait, please, Miss.

Jane Eyre.

I thought gypsies were come.

And then I saw you, and I
thought, it cannot be,

you are a ghost.

No one knows how it started.

I expect that Mrs.
Poole took too much of the gin and water,

and as she slept, the lady,

Mrs. Rochester,
unhooked the keys.

She did what she failed
to do a year ago,

set the whole place to fire.

We would have all
perished in the smoke,

but Mr. Rochester would not
rest till we were all safe.

Then he went in for her.

The flames were
tearing up so high

it brought men running
from the village.

I saw her standing on the roof.

The very edge.

I heard Mr. Rochester
beg her to come down.

But she jumped.

Mr. Rochester remained,

as if he would not move
until the fire consumed him.

I didn't know.

I didn't know it was his
wife, I promise you.

Why did you run away, child?

I would have helped you.

I had some money saved.

You could have come to me.

Where is he?

Pilot.

Who's there?

This hand...

Jane Eyre.

Edward, I am come back to you.

Fairfax Rochester
with nothing to say?

You are altogether
a human being, Jane.

I conscientiously believe so.

A dream.

Awaken then.