(ice clatters & water pours) (sound of girls' voices) (coughs) (sound of girls' voices) - It's so cold! - Are you new? (coughs) - When is breakfast?
- Not for two hours. Are you hungry? You'll be hungry
after breakfast, too. (water splashes) (ice clatters & water pours) (ice clatters & water pours) - Burns...you're disgusting. You did not wash your neck. Take the brush and scrub it. Scrub it! Perhaps you won't smell
quite so much today, Burns. (water splashes) - [headmaster] Once again,
it is my
duty to remind you that we are not
here to pamper you. You are here because
God, in his wisdom, has chosen to make you orphans and dependent on the
charity of others. (girl coughs) It is of a hunger or
thirst for my sake... happy are thee. Who here is hungry? Who here is thirsty? [headmaster] Oh, surely
one of you is hungry! Surely there is one hungry
child in the school. Ah! There is one. [headmaster] Step forth. Let us see who it is. Of course. This is the
new girl, Jane Eyre. I know this chi
ld. She was sent here by her aunt. A benefactress of this school. Bring a stool so
we may all see her. [headmaster] Come here, girl. ♪ (ominous music) Children, it is my duty to
warn you against this girl. Her name is Jane Eyre. Shun her...guard
yourselves against her, for I had it from her
aunt, who took her in, that she is deceitful,
and refuses to submit. Look at her face! Does it not show? Fortunately, it's
a plain face. Otherwise, who knows
what wicked ways she would employ
against the worl
d. It's our duty to punish
her body to save her soul, and make sure that in
Lowood, she learns her place. ♪ (dramatic ominous music)
(feet plodding) (girl coughs) (wind blowing)
♪ (dramatic ominous music) ♪ (dramatic ominous music) (bell tolls)
(girl coughs) (bell tolls)
♪ (dramatic ominous music) (children reciting prayers) (feet pounding) (children whimpering)
(feet pounding) - [Jane] Please...let her in! Please! She's cold! Please! - [girl] Jane, I'm all right! - Burns! Pushing your way
in as
usual, Burns? For your pains, you will
sit in the corridor. (girl coughs) And you, Jane Eyre, may remove
that look from your face. (girl coughs) (wind heard faintly) (girl coughs) (girl coughs) - [Jane] Helen, Helen... - [Helen] Jane, go
to sleep. It's late. - [Jane] I can't sleep.
Are you ill? - No. It's only the cough,
I've always had it. - I hate it here. Why is she so cruel to you?
- Miss Scatcherd? Oh, she dislikes me.
- I hate her! - No. You mustn't hate, Jane. - I do. I hate her
more tha
n Mrs. Reed. - [Helen] Who is she?
- My aunt who sent me here. (Helen coughs) ♪ (somber ominous music) Why did my parents have to die? Why? ♪ (somber ominous music) - [all] Tudor, Stuart
and Hanover. - Good, once again. - [all] Norman, Plantagenet,
Lancaster, York... (indistinct chatter) - [matron] Once more. - [group] William I, William
II, Henry I, Stephen-- - Miss Temple!
What child is this? - Jane Eyre,
Mr. Brocklehurst. - And why, in defiance
of every precept and principle of this
house, do
es her hair wave? - It waves naturally,
Mr. Brocklehurst. - Come here, Jane Eyre. (indistinct background chatter) We are not concerned
with nature here. Scissors please, Miss Temple.
- No! Please! Don't cut my hair!
- Scissors! (Jane cries out)
- You'll see, Miss Temple... where overindulgence ends.
(Jane whimpers) - No! Please! My hair! - Away with her. It is our duty to
mortify these girls of the lusts of the flesh. Take these relics of Satan
and see they are burned. ♪ (somber ominous music) -
Eyre, you will stand on
a stool for half an hour, and meditate on the
virtues of submission. [Scatcherd] No one will speak
to you for the rest of the day. ♪ (somber ominous music) - Come, Jane. ♪ (somber ominous music) - And for disobeying
my orders, Burns, you may stand on
a stool yourself. ♪ (somber ominous music) No, Burns. You may stand on
yours...outside... 'till I tell you. ♪ (somber ominous music) (bell ringing) (wind blows)
(bell ringing faintly) (footsteps shuffling out) (doors close)
(clock ticks softly) (Helen coughs outside) (Helen coughs) (thunder rumbles in distance) (thunder rolls) (Helen coughs) (rain patters) (Helen coughs) (thunder rolls) (thunder rumbles)
(Helen coughs) (Helen coughs) (Helen coughs) (door closes softly) - The girl is dying, rapidly.
You know that, of course. - Yes. I've made arrangements
for her to go home. - Of coure. Yes, good. (Helen struggles to breathe) (door closes softly) - Helen...are you awake? - Is it you, Jane? It's past midnight.
- I cou
ldn't sleep. I could hear
you coughing. I had to come see you. - You came to bid
me goodbye, then? - Are you going away?
- Yes. They are sending me
home to my guardian. (Helen coughs) I'm so pleased
you're here. Come in, come
in. It's cold. (wind howls faintly) - Oh Helen...don't
stay away long. Come back soon. - I shall. You'll see. When the warm
weather comes, and the heather is in bloom
on the moors, I'll be back. We shall have long
talks again, you and I. Just as we used to. Long...talks...
Oh, Jane... I'm so tired... so tired. Stay with me, and be here... when I come back. - I shall be here, and
I will keep you warm. I will give you strength.
You shall have all mine... and we'll stay together...
just you, and me, forever. And we'll live
forever and ever... and ever. ♪ (dramatic ominous music) - Eyre... [Brocklehurst] Jane Eyre? (birds chirping) I'm so glad to have
come upon you like this. I wanted a word with you. I understand you've applied to
a Mrs. Fairfax of Thornfield for the
post of governess
to a little girl. - Yes. - The governors are
pleased to give references. - Thank you. - But...they would like
you to stay on at Lowood as a teacher. This request is something
of an honor, Jane. - And I am sorry
that the governors should have chosen
you to make it. I have nothing but
respect for them, and for all that they
have done at Lowood over the past few years. I have none for you,
Mr. Brocklehurst. I have neither
forgiven nor forgotten. You may tell them that in
any case
my mind is made up. I shall leave
within the month. (birds singing) ♪ (ominous music)
(hooves trotting) [Jane] Is that Thornfield? - [coachman] Aye, that's it. - Does Mrs.
Fairfax live alone? - More or less. - With the little girl? - Aye, with her. - Is Mr. Fairfax dead? ♪ (ominous music) - Ain't no Mr. Fairfax. ♪ (tense ominous music) - [woman] Miss Eyre? We've
been expecting you. Please come this way, ma'am. ♪ (dramatic sentimental music) - Ah, how do
you do, my dear? What a long
journey you'
ve had. You must be cold. Come
and sit down by the fire. - It is Mrs. Fairfax, isn't it? - Yes, you are
quite right. Won't you take
off your bonnet? - Oh, thank you. - I'm so glad
you've come. It will be very pleasant
to have a companion. Thornfield is a
fine old hall, but it can be very lonely. - Shall I have the pleasure of
meeting Miss Fairfax tonight? - Miss Fairfax?
- My pupil. - Oh, you mean Miss Valence. I've asked Sophie to bring
her down just to greet you. - She is not your
daughter, th
en? - Good heavens, no! I've no family. She's
Mr. Rochester's ward. - Mr. Rochester? - The owner of Thornfield. - I thought Thornfield
belonged to you. - Oh good heavens
child, what an idea! I'm only the housekeeper. But Mr. Rochester's away
most of the time traveling so we rarely see him.
(door opens) Ah, here they are. Come Miss Adele, and greet
the lady who is to teach you. This is Miss Eyre. (speaking in French) - But I had no
idea that my pupil was to be a little French girl. (speaking in F
rench)
- You speak French! Oh Madame, thank you
for my governess! - I hope you'll be very
happy, and learn a great deal. And now Miss Eyre is tired, and
I shall show her to her room. - Oh Miss Eyre, very
pleased to meet you. - Good evening Adele.
We shall meet in the morning. (door opens) - You'll have no
difficulty with her. She's a little vain I think,
but then she's French. - Is she related
to Mr. Rochester? - I don't know, my dear. He brought her back from
Paris a few months ago. Her parents
,
I think, died... or abandoned her. Are you ready? - Yes, I am. (teacup clatters down) (bell dings) (door opens) (door closes) (womens' footsteps) - Here...as you see,
it's a fine house, but it needs to
be lived in more. Parts of it are
very old indeed. - I might see ghosts, then? - None that I have ever
heard of...but they do say the Rochesters were
a very wild race. Perhaps that's why they
now sleep tranquil in their graves. We are this way, my dear. That way leads to the upper
floor, but it
is seldom used. Most of the bedrooms in
this wing are in use. It saves work to keep the rooms together. You will teach Miss Adele in
here, and this is your room. - Oh! Oh, it's... - I hope you'll like it. I thought you'd prefer
something small and cozy. - It's delightful! - I'll call you when
supper is ready. If you need anything,
I'll be downstairs. (strange laughing in distance) - What's that? - Grace Poole, I expect.
She works here. She's a little...eccentric. (door closes) (strange laughter)
♪ (ominous music) (door opens) ♪ (ominous music) ♪ (suspenseful ominous music) ♪ (ominous music) - [Jane] Adele!
(ducks quacking) You look beautiful! Why, they're lovely! - [Adele] I wanted to
pick flowers for you. I'm so glad you're here.
(mispronounces "here") - "Here." (enunciates the "he") - "Here."
(Jane chuckles) - Well, come along. Where did you live before
you came to Thornfield? - With Mama...but she went
to the holy doctor... so Mr. Rochester
brought me here. - You knew him before?
-
Certainly. He was a friend of Mama. Brought her pretty
things and me too... But now you don't
see him anymore. - But you would like to
see him not just for the pretty things he brings you?
- Oh yes! But it's nice that he
brings me presents. When should we
begin our lesson? - Now. Now let's go look in the garden.
- Alright. Not just for the flowers, but
for some of the animals that live in the soil. You see, some of the animals
destroy the flowers... (chime rings) What sort of man
is Mr. Rocheste
r? - What sort? - Do you like him? - I have no cause to do
otherwise, my dear. He's a good master. - What manner
of man is he? - He's, um...unexpected. [Mrs. Fairfax] Some think
him, perhaps, peculiar. - In what way?
- It's hard to say... He's travelled the world a good
deal, and seen many things. He's a hard man to understand. - What of Grace Poole? [Jane] Why does he
keep her around here? - I have no idea. ♪ (ominous sentimental music) (birds chirping)
♪ (ominous sentimental music) ♪ (dramatic
sentimental music) (sound of heartbeat)
♪ (dramatic sentimental music) (rapid heartbeat sound) (horse neighs & whinnies) (man cries out)
(horse neighs & whinnies) (horse snorts) - Confound it woman,
what the devil do you
think you're doing? - I was trying to
move out of your way. Can I help you, sir? - You might fetch my horse. (horse snorts) - Whoa, whoa boy... (horse whinnies) - Steady...what is it
you do to horses? ♪ (ominous music) Come on, come on. ♪ (ominous music) (man groans) You should
be home.
Where do you come from? - Thornfield, sir. - Thornfield? Not a guest, I'd think. - No sir...though it's clever
of you to suppose that just from
looking at me. I'm the governess.
- Hmm... You'd better get back...
before the dark comes. ♪ (ominous music) (hooves trotting) ♪ (ominous music) (dog barks)
♪ (ominous music) (hooves pounding)
♪ (ominous music) (bell rings) (scurrying footsteps) (door opens) - Miss Eyre, my
dear, he's here! He's come home
while you were out. - Who? Who has, Mrs
. Fairfax? - Why, the master...
Mr. Rochester. Without a word of warning! He's in the drawing room. I'm to take you in. Some fool, it seems, frightened
his horse and made him fall. [Mrs. Fairfax] This
way, my dear. (Jane's footsteps) (door opens) Here is Miss Eyre, sir.
She has just returned. - [Rochester] Let
Miss Eyre be seated. - Is it true, Monsieur, that
you brought new pretty cadell for me and Miss Eyre? - Who talks of cadell? Did you expect a
present, Miss Eyre? - No, sir. - Are you not f
ond
of presents, then? - I hardly know, sir. I've had little
experience of them. You'd do better to
be more like Adele, she demands her presents. You beat about the bush. - I have less confidence in my
desserts, sir, than she has. - Generally, Miss Eyre,
or in this instance? - In this instance, sir. Generally, I know
what to expect. - You've been here...six weeks?
- [Jane] Yes sir. - And you came from? - Lowood, sir. A
charitable institution. - [Rochester] How
long were you there? - 10 years. -
10 years... You must be tenacious of life. But then, you have the
look of another world... in your face. Who are your parents? - I never knew them, sir.
- And who recommended you here? - I advertised, and Mrs. Fairfax
answered my advertisement. - [Mrs. Fairfax] And very
glad I am that I did so, sir. Miss Eyre has
proved invaluable. - [Rochester] Flattery will
not bias me, Mrs. Fairfax. I shall judge for myself.
She began by felling my horse. Well...(clears throat) What did you learn
at Lowood?
Music? Do you play? - A little, sir.
- Of course... they all play...a little. Well, go to the piano. Play...something. ♪ (piano plays) Enough, enough. You do indeed
play...a little. - I was not wrong,
then, in my assessment. - You're very cool. An orphan child of low degree? [Rochester] Where do you
find such coolness? - Out of my head, sir. - [Rochester] The one I
see on your shoulders?
- Yes, sir. - And has it other furniture
of the same kind within? - 'Tis well stocked,
I hope sir. (chiming s
ound) - What are you about, Miss Eyre, to let Adele sit up so late?
Take her to bed. - And my cadell, Monsieur? - It will be here,
it will be here. (kiss smooches) ♪ (soft music) (doors close) - Ms. Eyre? He doesn't mean to be rude. It's partly his
nature, and partly... - Partly what, Mrs. Fairfax? He has painful
thoughts to harass him. You must not take offense.
- I did not. Nor will I... Though that will be of
little consequence to him. - It is of consequence
to me, my dear. Goodnight.
- Goodn
ight. ♪ (ominous music) (footsteps up stairs)
♪ (ominous music) ♪ (ominous music) (carriage clatters) (birds chirping) - [Rochester] We
must drain the fields. - It's too costly, sir. - Tenants can't farm on land
that's flooded with water! We lose crops, we lose rents.
It supports the economy. - But I've been into the figure!
- Well go into them again. I want the field drained. (door closes) (footsteps walking about) (poker clattering) (knocking on door) Come in.
(door opens) - My cadell! My cade
ll! - Very well, take it...
(gruff tone) you genuine
daughter of Paris. You see Miss Eyre...how
you women value us. Leave her, she's happy. Take it to your room Adele,
and gloat over it there. - Oh Monsieur!
(speaks in French) - Let her go. Believe me, she has...
no need of you for awhile. (door closes) You examine me, Miss Eyre.
Do you find me handsome? - No sir.
(Rochester chuckles) - Mark my word, you are blunt. What will you say
next, that I am lame? Well... you are no prettier than
I am han
dsome, but you are nothing if not honest.
And you know that already. Sit down, sit down. If you please. You must...allow me to give
orders, Miss Eyre, if for no other reason than that...
I am 20 years older. Would you not agree? - Surely sir, that depends on
what you so made of your time. - By God you have a point. Well then, have I
no right to hector you? I'm in a hectoring mood. - Of course, sir. Your claim wins on the grounds
that I am employed here and you are not. - Money. Still, I like you
r bluntness.
It's unusual in a woman. Though I dare say... in truth you are no
different from the rest. Yes, you're right. Neither am I. Well... Talk to me, Miss Eyre,
don't just sit there. - About what, sir? - About what? About anything. Can't you see that
I'm in a mood to talk? Tell me how you get
your peace of mind. Ah...remorse is
the poison of life. Dread it if ever you
are tempted to err. But, then... What could ever tempt you? Where are you going? - To put Adele to bed, sir. - Nevermind A
dele, she
is happy. (gruff tone) As her mother was. You saw how she took
possession of that box? So her mother took
possession of me. I have been green
too, Miss Eyre. Grass green. - Is Adele your child, sir? - No, she is not... although her mother
presented her to me as such. But not that green,
by God, Miss Eyre, no. Not that green. No, she is the daughter
of an itinerate musician with whom her mother
finally ran off... clutching in her little
hand the pieces of jewelry that I had given her. S
he left the child in Paris.
I brought her here a year ago when I heard her
mother had died. The child is, of
course, illegitimate. Knowing I had sedence, you will no doubt think
less of your protégé now. - The child cannot be blamed
for her mother's faults. - Confound it, HAVE
YOU NONE OF YOUR OWN? (glass shatters) Well, good night. ♪ (ominous music) (door closes) ♪ (ominous music) (sheep bleats in distance)
(bird chirps) (sheep bleats in distance)
(bird chirps) (bird chirps)
(dog pants) (bird c
hirps) (sheep bleats in distance) (bird chirps) I see you also
paint, a little. - Yes sir. - A little more
than you play. You see, I'm in a more
encouraging mood today. - A little more, sir. - Do you never laugh? - Frequently. - But I do not amuse you? (chuckles) By God...you amuse
me, Miss Eyre. Eh, you may... take tea with me later. Cheer me up. - It's a new role for me,
sir, that of court jester. But if it cheers
you up, I'm happy. (bird chirps) (bird chirps) (sound of gasping outside) (brief
knock on door) Who's there? (mumbling outside door) Who is it? (strange giggling) ♪ (ominous music) (door opens) ♪ (ominous music) ♪ (eerie suspenseful music) (flames crackling) Mr. Rochester! Mr. Rochester! Please wake up! You must! (flames crackling) (flames hiss)
Get up! (pan clangs down) (flames hiss) [Jane] Please wake up! (Rochester mumbles) (flames crackle) (coughing)
(flames crackle) (stomping) I'll get a candle. (Rochester coughs) I heard a sound outside
my door...and laughter. I came
out into
the passage, and... Shall I fetch Mrs. Fairfax?
- No no no. Let her sleep. Say nothing. I want no one to know
what you've heard. - Was it Grace Poole, sir? - Yes, I think so. - Why did she remain? - I can't explain. ♪ (sentimental music) You saved my life. ♪ (sentimental music) - Well...goodnight, sir. ♪ (ominous music) - I knew you would do me good. I felt it always. There is something
about you, Jane. ♪ (sentimental music) - Well...goodnight sir. ♪ (sentimental music) (door closes) ♪
(sentimental music) (birds chirping) (door opens) (door closes) (feet shuffling about) - Oh my dear, what an
escape we had last night! Mr. Rochester was near
burned in his bed. - Indeed, Mrs. Fairfax? - He fell asleep, leaving
the candle alight. Why, it's a wonder you
didn't hear something, or smell burning! - Not a thing...but then,
I'm a sound sleeper. Mr. Rochester, I trust,
is up and nearly vexed. - Oh no no, he was hale this
morning when he left. - Left? - Yes, he went
after breakfast. He's
gone to
Mr. Eshton's place. A very brilliant
party is assembled there. But of course,
Blanche Ingram too. She's a great
beauty hereabouts, and they do say that
she and Mr. Rochester... Well, excuse me, my dear. ♪ (dramatic music) ♪ (sentimental music)
(rain pattering softly) - [Adele] When will Mr.
Rochester come back? - I don't know. - It is nearly three weeks.
It is long, Miss Eyre. Perhaps Miss Ingram
will not let him go. Perhaps he is a prisoner. They say she is beautiful. ♪ (sentimental mu
sic) Don't you wish you were
beautiful, Miss Eyre? - Flowers can be
beautiful, Adele. ♪ (sentimental music) See how delicate
the petals are? Shape of the bloom
joins at the stem. Let us start
again, shall we? And I shouldn't bother to sign
if you can do a little better. ♪ (sentimental music) ♪ (dramatic music) (hooves trotting &
carriages rattling) (hooves trotting faintly) (hooves trotting) - [Rochester] Mrs. Fairfax! Mrs. Fairfax! (hooves trotting) Mrs. Fairfax, confound
it, we have guests! Ah
! They'll be staying for a while. (indistinct chatter) Yes, come right in, please, go right into the drawing room. [Rochester] We'll do our
best to refresh you. (indistinct chatter) - Come. (indistinct chatter) ♪ (ballroom music plays) - [Blanche] Thornfield is
magnificent, but I should
arrange it differently. - Oh? How? - I should have all
the furniture French. - Ah, and me? Would you rearrange me too? - You? Oh, you I should leave, like an old but
well-loved oak chest! (Rochester laughs) ♪ (ba
llroom music plays) - We are being observed.
- By whom? - A little French poppy. - She's a mystery, that one. - Well, she's the daughter
of an enigma. - You think? If so, she sees a war. - (chuckles) wouldn't you? ♪ (ballroom music plays) - Adele... Adele... This is very naughty
to be out of bed. - Oh, she's beautiful,
Miss Blanche! She is like a princess. ♪ (ballroom music plays) Oh, I do hope she will
marry Mr. Rochester, don't you, Miss Eyre? - You must come along... and you're not to
get out
of bed again. - Adele has been
captured by her governess and led away. - 'Tis a plain little thing. - I think she's pretty. - Oh, no...I mean
the governess! - Oh... ♪ (ballroom music plays) (door closes) ♪ (ballroom music faintly heard) (Jane sighs) (applause faintly heard) ♪ (ballroom music faintly heard) (Blanche laughing) - I'll not go back, Edward...
not 'till you keep your promise and show me your
boyhood hiding place. - I warn you, we shall
be utterly alone! - Your threats are mere
promis
es. (giggles) (sound of giggling heard) - Ah, there you are! They're just about to come
out of the dining room. - I'll take Adele
into the drawing room. Perhaps you'll ask Sophie
to come for her. - But Mr. Rochester
expressly asked that you remain, my dear. - Very well. Come, Adele. (faint indistinct chatter) [Jane] Now... Perhaps you'd better
sit over here. You may greet them
when they come in. (indistinct chatter) - I thought, Edward, you
were not fond of children? - Nor am I. - And what induc
ed
you to take charge of such a little doll? - I picked her up in a
fit of absence of mind. - You should send
her to school. - She has a governess. - Oh, the little thing
I've seen with her. [Blanche] You should hear Mama
on the subject of governesses! (woman speaks French to Adele) [Lady Ingram] I've suffered
a martyrdom from them. Take my advice, Mr. Rochester: send the little
girl to school! - I will consider
it, my lady. - And now, Señor Eduardo,
furbish off your lungs, as they're wanted
in
my royal service! We shall sing a romantic song. [Blanche] Not that
I dote on romance, though you must
sing con spirito! (indistinct chatter) ♪ (piano plays) ♪ (Rochester sings) Youth's
the season made for joys ♪ Love is then our duty ♪ She alone who that employs ♪ Well deserves her beauty ♪ Let's be gay while we may ♪ Beauty's a flower
despised in decay ♪ Youth's the
season made for joys ♪ Love is then our duty ♪ Let us drink in sport today ♪ Ours is not tomorrow ♪ Love with youth
flies swift a
way ♪ Age is not but sorrow ♪ Dance and sing,
time's on the wing ♪ Life never knows
the return of spring ♪ Let us drink in sport today ♪ Ours is not tomorrow (applause) (door closes) ♪ (piano plays faintly) - [Rochester] Jane! (door closes) ♪ (piano plays faintly) Where are you going? - To bed, sir. I'll send Sophie for Adele. - Look at me. You're depressed.
What about? - Nothing, sir...nothing.
I'm not depressed. - But you are. There are tears in your eye. You see? One has slipped
from the lash
and fallen. Very well. I excuse you. Tonight. - Sir. ♪ (piano plays faintly) (faint sound of
applause & chatter) (faint sound of chatter) (door opens) (faint sound of chatter) (door closes) (laughter) - [Rochester] The
queen of hearts. - No mystery there, sir. We
all know what that means! (laughter)
- True, true. - What? A joker? A fool, sir? Me, sir? - No sir, not you sir! (laughter) - And on the other hand,
that could mean a journey. - A honeymoon?
(laughter) - The ten of diamonds. Now that's
fire...
fire everywhere. Now that worries me. - It's fire in your
heart, Edward. (laughter) - There is someone to see
you, sir. In the morning room. - At this hour? - He says it's very
important, sir. He's come a long way. From the West Indies.
(Blanche laughs) - There, the joker was
a journey, Edward. [Blanche] The ace of spades...
and what does that mean? ♪ (ominous music) - Only that life's an idiot. ♪ (ominous music) (door opens) ♪ (ominous music) (door closes) Is his name...Mason? - Yes, s
ir. What is wrong, sir? - He can destroy me. Destroy my hopes.
Anyway, my dreams... Jane... What would you do
if all shunned me? - I should not
shun you, sir. - Could you dare
censure for my sake? - What is it? Tell me. ♪ (ominous music) - Go to bed. Think
no more of it. Go. ♪ (ominous music) Hello Mason.
♪ (suspenseful music) ♪ (suspenseful music) ♪ (ominous music) (door closes) ♪ (ominous music) (odd scream) - [odd voice] Rochester! (voice screams) ♪ (suspenseful music) (man's voice yelling)
♪
(suspenseful music) (indistinct chatter)
♪ (suspenseful music) - Mr. Rochester? (indistinct chatter)
- What the hell was that? - A scream?
- Outside--? - He's not in his room! (guests clamoring) - [man] Mr. Rochester! - [Rochester] I'm here,
I'm here! (chuckling) (guests clamoring) My servant had a nightmare. He's nervous and excitable,
and he took it upon himself to finish the port you gentlemen
so carelessly left out! (laughter & chatter) So should our consciences
trouble us all.
(laughter &
chatter) Go back to your rooms.
It was nothing, please. (laughter & chatter) - [man] Goodnight, sir. Do you have a
sponge in your room, and some smelling salts? - Yes sir.
- Fetch it. (door closes) ♪ (ominous music) (indistinct chatter)
♪ (ominous music) ♪ (ominous music) - Come. ♪ (ominous music) (footsteps) ♪ (ominous music) [Rochester] Wait here. (door opens) (woman grunts) (strange female grunting sounds) ♪ (ominous music) [Rochester] Go in.
(woman grunts)
[Rochester] Go in! (woman shrieks)
(door closes & locks) ♪ (ominous music) Come in, close the door... and no questions, not now. (door closes) Give me the sponge. You going to turn sick
at the sight of blood? - I think not, sir. (Jane gasps)
- [Rochester] Leave it. - I'm sorry...but
I had to see her. - You're a fool! - Couldn't you have waited? Here... Hold the sponge, the
wound isn't too much. I'll be back in a moment. (door opens) (door closes) - She bit me! The knife fell from her
hand and she bit me! (female grunting sounds)
♪ (ominous music) (objects clattering & breaking) ♪ (suspenseful music) ♪ (ominous music) (door opens) - Go ahead of me. See that
no one is in the hall. ♪ (suspenseful music) (hooves trotting)
♪ (suspenseful music) Yah! Giddyup! (carriage clattering)
♪ (suspenseful music) ♪ (ominous music) (birds chirping) (carriage clattering) (birds chirping) (feet thump) (carriage clatters away) Still awake? - I could not sleep until
I knew you were safe. How is Mr. Mason? - He will be all right,
he's with th
e doctor. - And the danger you thought
you were in last night? Has that passed? - I can't vouch for that
until Mason is out of England... which will be soon, I hope. (birds chirping) - He did not seem a man
ruthfully to injure you. - No, but unintentionally
he might. Sit down. - And what of Grace Poole? Why do you keep
her on here? - I have no choice. - But surely--
- No. Bear with me for a while.
Don't press me for answers. I count on you
more than you know. (birds chirping) (Rochester sighs) (
birds chirping) Advise me, Jane. I'll put a case to you,
of a boy, a young man. Spoiled and indulged from youth,
who commits...a capital error. I don't say
crime, but error. The consequences
are dreadful. The only escape is...exile
and senseless pleasure. (birds chirping) And then he
meets a woman... A fine woman, with qualities
he has not met in 20 years. He has a chance of living
like a human being again. Only convention
stands in the way. Can he ask her to defy? - You talk of yourself,
Mr. Ro
chester. - Yes. - We are each responsible
to God for our actions, I... I do not think we can ask
others to share the burden. Least of all, Miss Ingram. (birds chirping) - Don't you think
if I married her... she would regenerate
me with a vengeance? (birds chirping) - Since you ask me
sir, no, I do not. - You do not like her?
Come, be honest. - I do not think she is for you. (Rochester scoffs) - Presumption. And who is for me, then? Have you seen someone
you can recommend? (birds chirping) ♪ (sen
timental music) You have grown
attached to Thornfield? - I have been happy here. ♪ (sentimental music) - Would it grieve
you to leave it? - Leave it? - [Rochester] When I marry, I
should not want to live here. - Of course. Adele will go to school. I will find another post. (birds chirping)
♪ (sentimental music) I must go in, sir. I'm cold. - Jane...
- Please let me go, sir-- - Wait!
- Let me go! - Jane... - Why do you confide
in me like this? What are you and she to me? Do you think that because
I am poor and plain I have no feelings? I promise you... if God had gifted me
with wealth and beauty... I should make it as hard
for you to leave me now as it is for me to leave you. ♪ (sentimental music)
(birds chirping) But He did not. But my spirit can
address yours as if both had passed
through the grave and stood before Him equal. ♪ (sentimental music)
(birds chirping) - Jane... - Let me go, sir. - I love you. I love you! - Please, don't make me foolish! - Foolish? I need you!
What is Blan
che to me? I know what I am to her: money to manure her
father's lands with! Marry me, Jane. Say
you'll marry me. (birds chirping)
♪ (sentimental music) - You mean it? - Of course. - You torture me with
your doubts. Say yes. Say yes. (birds chirping)
♪ (sentimental music) God forgive me... and let no man meddle with me. For I will keep her... Keep her... (birds chirping) [Rochester] Ferndean. You won't mind leaving
Thornfield for this? - How should I mind
if you are here? (birds chirping) - And
we'll travel, too. You know... 10 years ago, I flew through Europe, half... mad, disgusted, enraged... Now I return... (birds chirping) with an angel as my guide.
(Jane laughs) - I'm not an angel.
Don't expect it of me. - What do you expect of me? - For a while, you'll
be as you are now. Then you'll turn cool, and capricious, and stern... and I'll have much
to do to please you. And when you are
well used to me, perhaps you'll
like me once again. (birds chirping) ♪ (tense music) (door opens) ♪ (t
ense music) (Jane moans softly)
(woman grunts) (woman gasps)
♪ (suspenseful music) (feet running)
♪ (suspenseful music) (carriage clattering) (birds chirping) (bell rings) (door opens) - I'd like to see Mr. Rochester. - He's at the church, sir. The master's getting
married today. - [priest] Have you the ring? Edward Fairfax Rochester, will thou have this woman
for thy lawful wedded wife? [priest] For better or worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness or in health, until death you do part? -
I will. - [priest] And will
thou, Jane Eyre, have this man for thy
lawful wedded husband,
(door burst open) for better or--
- [man] I demand you to stop! I carry existence
of an impediment!
- Proceed. - I can prove
my allegation! ♪ (ominous music) An insuperable
impediment exists. - Go on!
- Mr. Rochester, I cannot go on. What is the nature
of this impediment? - Mr. Rochester has
a wife now living. [Mason] She's at
Thornfield Hall! - [priest] Impossible.
I would know of it! - I saw her there las
t April. She's my sister! ♪ (dramatic music) ♪ (ominous music) I'm sorry Rochester,
but it is not right! - And by God, it is not right. And only right to condemn
a man to eternal hell! You shall see my wife,
would I owe you that much? And this girl...you
shall see her too, Jane.
I insist. Come on. ♪ (suspenseful music) (hooves trotting) Yah! Gidyup! (hooves trotting) (door opens) (drapes slide forcefully) (door unlocks & opens) ♪ (ominous music) This is my wife. Such is the sole conjugal
embrace
I am never to know. ♪ (eerie music) Well... And how are we
today, Mrs. Poole? - We're tolerable,
thank you sir. Snappish, but not outrageous. (wife grunts & snarls)
♪ (suspenseful music) (wife gasps & moans)
♪ (suspenseful music) ♪ (eerie ominous music) - Bertha Mason Rochester. Mad, through three generations, although I, in my
naivety, was never told. Who even tried to murder me
on our wedding night. Look at her, Jane. Look at her. But I loved her once,
as I love you now. What should I do
with
her? Tell me. Confine her to an asylum?
To the care of strangers, where they will beat her
and throw cold water on her? Have you ever been
in an asylum?
♪ (suspenseful music) ♪ (ominous music) Well, Bertha... ♪ (ominous music) What shall we do tonight? Shall I play for
you...and sing? ♪ (ominous music) Will you sit with me and tell
me the story of your day? Shall you hold my
head on your breast... whilst I sleep? Shall you? ♪ (ominous music) Shall you? (footsteps down stairs) So... Come out at
last. You shut yourself in your
room and grieve alone. Not one word of reproach. Nothing... Is that to be my punishment? I didn't mean to
wound you like this,
do you believe that? I wouldn't hurt you,
not for the world. What was I to do? Confess? Everything I
should have lost, I might as well
have lost my life! - You have lost me, Edward. And I lost you. - No... Why do you say that to me? To punish me a little longer?
Jane, I have been through... (Rochester sighs) For the first time... I have fo
und what
I can truly love. Don't take it away from me. - I must leave you. - Jane, will you listen to me? - I will not live
as your mistress! - Is that all that's important?
To be Mrs. Edward Rochester? - Can you really
believe I think that? - What am I supposed to believe? You say you love me, how can
you think of leaving me then? - Edward, what would I
be as your mistress? A hanger-on, a dependent
with no place of my own... No right to be here! All rights would be on
your side, none on mine. -
Rights! You talk
like a lawyer! Everything that's mine is yours!
What more can I give you? - I want nothing. Nothing. Only you. - Then stay, Jane. - When I come to you, Edward... I come to you as an equal. I will not be less. Even for the man I love. - (sighs) You mean to
go one way in the world and let me go another. - Yes. - This is wicked. Who in the world
will care what we do? - I care! You have a wife still living! - Living? (scoffs) Ha! - She still lives! And whatever state God has
seen f
it to visit on her, she still lives! She cannot help
what she is. I will not step past
her slyly in the night to take my place in your bed. - You fling me back, then... upon the life I lived before. - You need no more
choose that than I. We are born to
strive and endure. You will forget me
before I forget you. - You make a liar of
me with such language. Go then, go, if that's
what I seem to you. ♪ (sentimental music) Jane, wait... ♪ (sentimental music) Wait... ♪ (sentimental music) Don't decide
too soon. Wait a while. Wait just a while. ♪ (sentimental music) Jane... Jane? Jane? Jane? ♪ (suspenseful music)
(footsteps running up stairs) Jane! ♪ (dramatic music) Jane! Jane! ♪ (dramatic music) Jane! JANE! [Rochester] JANE!
(exasperated tone) ♪ (dramatic music) (hooves pounding)
♪ (dramatic music) (Rochester's voice)
Jane, wait... Wait... (hooves pounding)
♪ (dramatic music) ♪ (dramatic music) (Rochester's voice) Jane... Wait a while... Wait just a while... ♪ (dramatic sentimental music) (t
hunder rolls)
♪ (dramatic sentimental music) ♪ (dramatic music) ♪ (soft music) - [woman] Who can she be? She's not from around here,
do you think, St. John? - [St. John] I've
never seen her. ♪ (soft music) You collapsed on the moors. ♪ (soft music) Who are you? ♪ (soft music) Can we send for
someone you know? ♪ (dramatic music) - [woman] I wonder who she is? She looks refined,
not a working woman. Wonder where she was going? ♪ (ominous music) - Oh...God... ♪ (ominous music) (footsteps) - [woman]
You know, it
does get very dull here.
(door closes) St. John often remarks... though what he should
have to complain about I surely don't know,
for he's never here. - He works very hard. He's devoted
to the church. - Yes, he wants to go to India. Doesn't he, Diana?
As a missionary.
(door opens) (door closes) - We're are recovered, I see. - Yes, Mr. Rivers. Thanks to all of you. - Her name is Jane Eyre. She's a governess. [woman] She left her last post for reasons that are
personal and private,
and she doesn't wish to
answer any questions. - She wants to find work, and she's to stay
here 'till she does! - Naturally, we said
that you would help her. - Naturally. [St. John] My sisters seem to
have everything arranged. I'll do what I can. - Thank you. - Now if you'll excuse me,
I have some reading to do. (door opens) ♪ (sentimental music)
(door closes) - [Diana] No, he just
stood there stuttering, getting quite red in the face! He just likes you. (indistinct chatter)
♪ (sentimental music)
- [Diana] Will, you
come and sit here and you can help me
with some of these. Have you seen him
staring at you in church? - [Mary] Diana, you go from
one extreme to the other! ♪ (sentimental music) - Good morning. - I thought we
might go for a walk. All of us. - [Diana] And don't
you think you walk enough miles in this
parish, St. John? - I'd like very much to go. ♪ (sentimental music) - I've found you some work. I doubt you'll like it, though.
(sheep bleats in distance) - I'll be the
better ju
dge of that when you tell me what it is. ♪ (sentimental music) (bell rings)
♪ (sentimental music) (St. John sighs) Lovely church. Must give you
pleasure to work here. - The duty is
wearing me to death. [St. John] Does that shock you? - Your sisters tell me
you wanted to go to India. - You disapprove? - One could serve
God in many ways. - I need to serve
in a large way. [St. John] I have to... I have to serve my savior. I have to serve my savior. Do you understand? I shall do it with all my power
,
and all my strength. And who comes with me on
that road must do the same. You're not married?
- No. - Were you fleeing
from an entanglement? - I have been loved. - Let me show
you something. (departing footsteps) I've had it in
mind for some time to open a school here
for the village children. They have no
access to education and therefore no
hope of progress. You have a need to
serve too, I think. That's the only reason
I offer it to you. The pay is poor:
30 pounds a year, but you CAN live wi
th us. - I accept. ♪ (sentimental music) (Jane reads to students)
♪ (sentimental music) ♪ (sentimental music) Alright children, you can
go and play for 10 minutes. (children cheering)
♪ (sentimental music) ♪ (sentimental music) ♪ (ominous music) - Jane... ♪ (ominous music) What is it? ♪ (ominous music) - I wanted...only to know. ♪ (piano plays) - (clapping) That
was lovely, Jane! - Yes, you play
very well. - No, I play a little. - I don't agree. You play well. Please continue.
- I'm very tired.
If you'll excuse me, I
think I'll go to bed. - This is hard work, teaching the children
all day, St. John... and I think it's time
we all went to bed. - Very well, since I'm
to be in the minority. Goodnight Mary. Diana. - Good night. - Jane, thank you
for playing. - Good night--
- Oh, kiss Jane too, St. John! - Good night.
- Goodnight. (door closes) - Oh Jane, he likes you! - Goodnight. Goodnight Mary.
- Goodnight Jane. (door opens) (door closes) - [student] To go back
is nothing but death. To g
o forward is fear of death, and life everlasting beyond it. - I will go forward.
(bell rings) - So mistrust and timorous
ran down the hill, and Christian went on his way. - Alright children, you
can bring me the book. You can go home now. (children chattering) (children chattering)
- [St. John] Good afternoon.
Good afternoon. Good afternoon.
Good afternoon. I can see you're
enjoying yourself. - Yes... Yes, I am. - Surely you find it dull? The largest portion
of your mind, you can't use here. Wha
t will you do with
all your accomplishments? - Save them 'till they're
wanted, if they will keep. - Have you ever thought
they may be wanted now, at this minute, in some
corner of the world where God's voice
is not heard at all. Has that never
occurred to you? - A school is enough for me. - Is it? Is it really, Jane? Have you ever looked
into your heart and asked yourself
if you can't do more? I did, and the moment
I did, I knew that my whole life until then
had been a waste, a desert. [St. John
] I knew at that moment
that I'd been chosen, that God had an errand for me
that would take me far away, carrying his light into
the regions of darkness. It was as if someone
had lit a lamp that I never
realized was there. - And what of love, St. John? - Of men?
- Of women. I was thinking of you. - It has its place, but we
must all bow to a higher love. - Can we love one
without the other? - You place too much
importance on human love. [St. John] Oh, there are
more ways to happiness than through
the flesh. It often seems strange to me that so few discover this in
the course of their lives. But clearly, clearly we are
not all made of the same clay. There are some who
have been given a strength far
beyond their needs. I urge them to
know that strength, what it is, and
why it was given. I bring an offer
straight from God, to take their place in
the ranks of His chosen. I say, come with me! I claim you for my
sovereign service. I claim you for this great work. Join me and have no fear! God
will protect you, for it is His Word
you have undertaken! (wind blowing softly) Jane...I leave for
India in six weeks. Come with me. God intended you to
serve as He intended me. Think what you could there. You could run schools,
help in hospitals, it will be glorious work! - I'm not fit for it. I've no vocation.
- But you have! You don't realize it yet,
but you have, as much as I! I've watched you day after day
and seen it grow and develop. Don't you see? God sent
you here for a purpose: to joi
n with me in
this great work! I know it must seem
strange to you at first, but you'll see what impetus
you'll draw from our marriage! - Marriage? - Marry me! Together our strength will more
than double what we each have, and we'll give
it all to God! (wind blowing) This will fill an empty
place for you, I know it. Work is the best
balm, the best healer! Wrench your heart away
and fix it on your maker! - But we don't love each other! - We can learn...
Jane! We'll work. We'll spend ourselves in th
e
service of God, you and I, together in some foreign
land, loving God, and who knows, finding
we love each other. Isn't that the best
way? Isn't it? Say yes, Jane, say yes! - No--
- I need you as I've
never needed anyone! Help me, help me, Jane, help me! Give me your strength
as well, for I need it! - (Rochester's voice) Jane... Jane... Jane... - No! I can't marry you. I could never marry you.
- Jane...! - You say you need me; for the
one thing I could give you means nothing
to you, nothing! Yo
u ask me to marry you, and speak no word
of love between us! God...better to shut me
in a tomb and let me die! For I have been
loved, St. John....loved! Oh dear, haven't I
have been loved... I must go to him... It may be too
late...but I must go. - You are rejecting God! - No...I'm finding him! And His people, and the love
they have for each other. [Jane] Each other, St. John! Each other! You cannot love just God alone! ♪ (sentimental music)
(wind blowing) (wind blowing) (birds chirping)
(hooves
trotting) ♪ (ominous music) - [John] Miss Eyre! - John! What happened? - She burnt it. Set light to it. It was terrible, Miss Eyre! She got away
from Grace Poole... She climbed onto the roof
and stood there, shouting. Mr. Rochester tried
to reach her, but... She jumped. She killed herself
on stones there. - And Mr. Rochester? - The floor gave way beneath
him, and he fell through. He's not dead,
Miss Eyre, but... - Where is he?
- At Ferndean with Mrs. Fairfax. Miss Eyre...a burning timber
fell a
cross his face. [John] He's blind. Stone blind. ♪ (soft music) - Who is there? Mrs. Fairfax, is that you? [Rochester] Is anyone there? Here, boy... Ah... There's no one there. Whom
did you think it was, hmm? ♪ (sentimental music) Is anyone there, I say?! Who is it? - It is I. - Jane? - Yes. - Jane! - Yes! Yes! - You mock me. ♪ (sentimental music) Is it you, Jane? Is it really you? Have you come to visit me? Didn't think you'd find
me like this? (chuckles) What... Crying? No need for tears. How l
ong can you stay?
An hour or two? Stay
a little while. Or do you have some fretting
husband waiting for you? - No. - No husband yet? Well that's...bad, Jane. You're not pretty, you
know, you can't be choosy. - No sir. - Still, I'm...surprised
you've not been asked. - I didn't say I'd
not been asked, sir. - I see. That's...that's good, Jane.
You should be married. - Yes sir, I think so. And so should you. [Jane] You can't be choosy
sir, any more than I. - No, perhaps not. (chuckles) Well, when is
this...
wedding of yours? [Rochester] I'll bring
Adele home from school. - Wedding, sir? - Well devil take it, didn't you
say you were getting married? - No sir. - Oh... Well I'm sure some... fool will find you soon enough. - I hope so, sir. Some... fool...had found
me once before. ♪ (sentimental music) I've come home, Edward. Let me stay. ♪ (sentimental music)
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