Jane Eyre

Charlotte Bronte’s classic story, adapted by Kay Mellor. After a wretched childhood, Jane Eyre is welcomed to Thornfield Hall by housekeeper Mrs Fairfax when she takes up the post of governess to young Adele. But she finds herself falling in love with Thornfield’s owner, the mysterious Mr Rochester.
(gentle music)
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– [Mrs. Reed] Into the
bedroom with her!
– No, not again!
– Yes!
– [Jane] Not again!
– [Mrs. Reed] Hitting
your young master!
– [Jane] I didn’t! He hit me!
He pushed me!
– I didn’t!
– Oh, don’t even talk to her,
John.
She’s nothing but a bawler!
– Why do you always
believe him?!
– Oh, rich, don’t you talk
to your aunt like that!
– Wicked child!
Should be grateful that
you’re not in the poorhouse
with all the other orphans!
– [Jane] Uncle Reed
died in there!
– You, come on!
– No one’s to tend to her.
She is to be left
entirely alone!
– Now stay there!
(door slams)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(woman laughs)
(gasps)
(woman laughs)
(water splashes)
(horse whinnies)
(man groaning)
(woman laughs)
– Let me out!
Let me out, please!
Uncle Reed died in here.
(gasps)
(thunder crackles)
(door creaks)
– [Man] My sake, Mrs. Reed!
My dear brother’s sake!
(man screaming)
(woman sobbing)
(flames crackling)
(woman screams)
(somber orchestral music)
– Now then, what are
you doing under there?
Come on.
Leave your dolly behind.
There’s someone downstairs,
wants to see you.
– Me?
– [Mr. Brocklehurst]
Your name, little girl.
– [Jane] Jane Eyre, sir.
– Well, Jane Eyre, are
you a good child?
(children laugh)
– Perhaps the less said
on the subject
the better, Mr. Brocklehurst.
– [Mr. Brocklehurst] Do you
know where naughty little girls
go after their death?
Hm?
– To hell, sir.
– And what is hell?
– A pit full of fire, sir.
– And would you like to
fall into a pit full of fire
and burn for all eternity?
– No, sir.
– So, what must you
do to avoid it?
– I must keep in very good
health, sir, and not die.
– Oh, you see her
impudence, Mr. Brocklehurst.
What did I tell you?
She needs proper discipline.
Say you will admit her to
Lowood School, Mr. Brocklehurst.
– Mrs. Reed.
– And tell the teachers to
be very strict with her.
Tell them she is deceitful.
(gasps)
– I’m not deceitful.
When have I been deceitful?
– You are!
Listen to how she speaks to me.
– If I were deceitful,
I should say you’re the
dearest, kindest aunt
and that I loved you.
– Bessie.
– Child, how dare you speak to
your benefactors in that way!
– Take her away.
– I’m glad you are no
relation to mine.
I will never, never call
you aunt again.
(gasps)
And if anyone ever asked
me how you treated me,
I will tell them that
you locked me in a room
and were cruel and
horrible to me.
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– [Narrator] I was 10 years
old when I left Gateshead.
I’m glad to be parted from
my cruel aunt and cousins
who made me feel in every
way unwanted and unloved.
Even though I had no idea what
Lowood School would be like,
at least I would meet new
people, hear about the world,
and there would be a
chance for happiness.
– Jane?
Jane Eyre?
– Yes?
– [Miss Temple]
Welcome to Lowood.
– Thanks, ma’am.
– Thank you.
Go on, Jane.
– Time to get up or you’ll
miss breakfast.
Your uniform’s on the
end of your bed.
– Breakfast!
– [Narrator] Breakfast
consisted of a meager amount
of inedible porridge.
In fact, everything about
Lowood was terrible,
the cold dormitories, the
icy water we had to wash in,
and worst of all, most of
the teachers were harsh.
Punishment and humiliation
were part of the daily ritual.
However, I had found a friend,
Helen,
who was loving and wise.
– Sometimes life is cruel
and we have to accept that
or be forever in torment.
(bell ringing)
(speaks in foreign language)
– Now, girls, where are
the Americas?
And where are the West Indies,
Burns?
Sit back down.
All rise for Mr. Brocklehurst!
– Girls, we’re very
privileged today
because Mr. Brocklehurst
has brought his wife–
(loud clattering)
– Careless girl.
Slates cost money, girl!
Come here!
And bring your stool.
– It was just an accident,
Mr. Brocklehurst.
– Put it down.
Now stand on that stool.
Now, girl!
Teachers,
children,
you all see this
girl before you.
God has graciously given her
the shape he has given
to all of us,
yet who would think
that the Evil One
had already found a
servant in her!
You must guard against her,
shun her example,
avoid her company!
You must watch her,
scrutinize her actions,
punish her body to
save her soul.
(somber orchestral music)
– [Narrator] Spring came,
and with it, the typhus.
It raged through the crowded
school rooms and dormitories.
Neglected colds and
semi-starvation
made the pupils vulnerable
to the disease.
And those of us who were
left waited and prayed
that we and our loved
ones would be spared.
– [Nurse] She’s out there again.
– Not at the moment, Jane.
She’s just had a bed
bath and she’s resting.
– Is she getting better now?
– Miss Temple!
O’Brien’s convulsing,
and she’s got the rash.
– Nurse!
(gentle orchestral music)
– Is that you, Jane?
– Yes.
I’ve been here every
day to ask if I can see.
I’ve been waiting
outside the door.
I wanted so much to see you.
Miss Temple said you
were very poorly.
– But I’m in no pain.
– I haven’t slept,
for worrying that I’d
never see you again.
– Oh, Jane.
– Helen.
– Don’t be frightened.
I’m not frightened.
You’re cold.
Cover yourself in my quilt.
We’ll rest together.
I’m so happy, Jane.
Don’t leave me.
– I won’t.
We’ll always be together,
forever.
Where are you taking me?
Please let me stay with Helen!
– I’m sorry, Jane.
Helen has died.
– No!
No!
No!
Helen, no!
– [Narrator] I missed
Helen so much.
No one could take her place.
– Is that your friend,
Miss Eyre?
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– Yes, Anna.
That was Helen.
– [Narrator] I remained at
Lowood for a further eight
years,
six as a pupil and two
as a teacher.
– [Jane] Who will bring
my cloak and bonnet?
– Me!
– I will!
– [Narrator] But I was
desperate for change.
(elegant orchestral music)
I wanted to see more
of the world.
I longed for liberty.
I placed an advert
in The Herald.
Young lady
accustomed to tuition,
qualified in the
guidance of pupils
under the age of 14, seeks post.
I had only one reply.
– Ma’am.
– Thank you.
Mrs. Fairfax?
– Yes, my dear.
Welcome to Thornfield.
– Trot on.
– You must be tired after
such a journey.
Cook is preparing your
light supper.
– Thank you.
Do you think I could meet
the young Miss Fairfax
this evening?
– [Mrs. Fairfax] The young who?
– My pupil.
– Oh, you mean Adele.
(laughs)
Little Miss Varens.
No, she’s not my daughter.
(chuckles)
She’s from France, God help us.
Did I not tell you
in the letter?
She’s Mr. Rochester’s ward.
– Who is Mr. Rochester?
– Mr. Rochester, my dear?
Why he’s the owner
of Thornfield.
– But I thought you were
the owner of Thornfield.
– Me?!
Oh, what a thought.
No, (laughs) I’m the
housekeeper.
– [Jane] When will I meet Mr.
Rochester?
– When indeed.
When he decides to grace us
with his presence that’s when,
which is not often.
He’s a restless soul.
No sooner here, then he’s
off on his travels again.
Such a shame because the
young Miss Varens
behaves herself when he’s here.
– [Jane] How many
rooms are there?
– Ooh, too many.
But yours is a nice size,
not too big and drafty
like some of them.
– And how many floors?
– Two, and a third in
the west wing,
but no one uses that anymore.
It’s all locked up.
Two floors is quite
enough to manage.
Here we are.
It’s all I had, so–
– [Adele] Mrs. Fairfax!
– [Sophie] Adele!
– Oh, look at this.
What are you doing up
at this time?
– Pardon, Madame.
(speaks in foreign language)
(speaks in foreign language)
– Oui.
(speaks in foreign language)
– English, please!
It’s hopeless, I can’t
understand a word you’re saying.
(speaks in foreign language)
– What did I say?
In English if you please,
seeing as we’re in England.
– Adele asked if I was
to be her new governess,
and complimented me
on my French.
– As good as Monsieur Rochester.
– Right, let’s get her
back to bed now, Sophie.
She can see Miss Eyre
in the morning.
– Goodnight.
– Run along now.
Do as you’re told.
(speaks in foreign language)
If there’s anything you
need, just let me know.
– Thank you.
Goodnight.
– [Narrator] I was relieved to
find Mrs. Fairfax so friendly
and little Adele clearly
full of life and affection.
I was filled with a sense
of well-being.
I felt surely I would
be happy here.
(woman laughs)
(footsteps thudding)
(woman laughs)
– Mrs. Fairfax?
(loud whoosh)
Adele?
(gentle orchestral music)
(woman laughs)
(door creaks)
(keys jingle)
– [Mrs. Fairfax] The
door’s locked.
– I heard someone laughing.
I thought Adele had–
– That would be Grace
Poole, one of the servants.
She likes a tipple this time a
night, sends her quite giddy.
I’ll speak to her.
– [Narrator] But Grace Poole
was not one to be hushed.
I heard her strange
laughter again
over the months that followed,
but I was yet to meet her,
for she chose not to dine
with the other servants.
– It’s very good.
– I cannot do it!
The paint goes everywhere.
– Well, then use less water.
(loud splashes)
– Oh!
(sighs)
(both laugh)
– [Narrator] Little Adele
had no great talents,
but she made
reasonable progress.
And life at Thornfield was
tranquil, too tranquil.
I should have been
more thankful,
but instead, I felt
restless and stifled.
I felt sure there must be
more to life than this.
(horse whinnies)
(loud trotting)
(horse whinnies)
(loud splashing)
(gasps)
(loud splashing)
(gasps)
(yelps)
– Whoa!
(horse whinnies)
(yelps)
(groaning)
– Blast you!
– Are you all right, sir?
– Well, does it look as
though I’m all right?!
What were you doing looming
out of that mist like a witch?!
Are you mad, woman?!
– Do you want me to go
and get some help?
– Blast! No!
Come here, I want you
to help me up.
– I’m not sure that’s
the correct thing to do.
Your leg might be broken, sir.
I can fetch someone from
where I live at Thornfield.
It’s just at the
bottom of the lane.
– No need for that.
It’s just a sprain.
Come here.
Come on, for heaven’s sake,
woman!
Give me your arm!
(groans)
How long have you been
living at Thornfield?
– Since I took up post
as governess.
(groans)
– And what pray is a
governess doing out
this time of the evening?
– Walking, sir.
– Well, before you
carry on with your walk,
could you get me my whip?
It’s there.
– Certainly.
– Thank you.
Give my regards to Mr.
Rochester.
Come on, Pilot.
(Pilot barking)
– I’ve yet to meet him.
– [Man] Come, Pilot!
(Pilot barking)
– [Man] Mrs. Fairfax wants you!
Where have you been?!
– [Servant] I’m on my way!
I can’t be in two
places at once!
I’m coming!
– Oh, about time too.
Cold water!
I said cold!
Tell May to air the bed.
– But she is laying the fire–
– Well, the fire can wait
till John gets back
with the surgeon.
The bed needs airing now.
And he wants to see Adele.
– But she sleeps.
– Well, wake her!
Oh, hound, get out of here,
go on.
Go on! Down.
Get out of here. Go on.
Get downstairs.
It’s pandemonium enough
to wrap and there’s,
look, fetch Miss Adele
and tell the cook to find the
knucklebone for the hound.
Oh, yes, Miss Eyre, the master
wants to see you at once.
– What master?
– Mr. Rochester.
He’s had an accident.
His horse fell, his
ankle’s sprained,
but he said he wants to see
you as soon as you come in.
So take your coat off,
change your frock.
He’s asking for you.
He’s in the drawing room.
Tell Leah to use the
coals from my room!
– [Servant] Yes, Mrs. Fairfax.
(gentle orchestral music)
– Ah, the helpful
governess, Miss Jane Eyre!
Come in, don’t hover
by the doorway.
I won’t bite you.
– Though you might deceive me.
– Only by omission.
I was angry with you
for bewitching my horse.
– I was simply walking–
– Yes, yes, in the mist.
All right, it’s done now.
Be seated.
I said sit down.
Not there.
There.
Where I can see you.
So, where do you come from,
Miss Eyre?
– Lowood School in Yorkshire.
Advertised and Mrs.
Fairfax wrote to me.
– Did she indeed?
Well, I hope you’re suitable.
No doubt you’re full of
Brocklehurst’s religious
claptrap,
believe the man to be
no less than a saint.
– I do not.
Indeed I dislike Mr.
Brocklehurst.
– Be careful, that sounds
like blasphemy.
– He’s a harsh and pompous man.
But I have studied
the Bible since
and I found my own
faith in the Lord.
– And what faith do you place
in arithmetic and geography?
– I have taught classes of
12-year-olds, Mr. Rochester.
And for your information,
I have also studied history,
music, art, and French.
– Very impressive.
– I did not tell you to impress.
It is a fact, that is all.
– Oh, a fact.
I see.
So, can you play?
– A little.
– Yes, that’s what all the
schoolgirls are told to say.
Well. go on then, play
a little for me now.
Show me.
(elegant piano music)
– Mr. Rochester!
Mr. Rochester!
(speaks in foreign language)
– Are you going to play,
Miss Eyre?
(elegant piano music)
So, have you been
a complete brat when I’ve been
away or have you been good?
(speaks in foreign language)
(speaks in foreign language)
(speaks in foreign language)
(speaks in foreign language)
(speaks in foreign language)
And what do you think
of your new governess?
– She makes me work very
hard, but I like her.
– [Mr. Rochester] Mm-hm.
– [Adele] Do you have a
present for her?
– I don’t know if Miss
Eyre likes presents.
Do you like presents, Miss Eyre?
– I have little experience
of them, Mr. Rochester.
They’re generally thought
pleasant things.
– I like presents.
– Really, what a shame, then,
that I forgot to bring you one.
Carry on, Miss Eyre.
(speaks in foreign language)
(elegant piano music)
(speaks in foreign language)
I think that’s enough piano
playing for one evening.
Clearly, you do play
only a little.
– I’m sorry if my
playing offends.
(Adele gasps)
(speaks in foreign language)
– Oh!
Oh, it’s so beautiful!
Oh, I love it!
Thank you!
– All right, all right!
Where are you going, Miss Eyre?
– To my room, sir.
– I see.
So tiresome, you wish to
leave me already.
Never mind, go on.
Go to your room.
(speaks in foreign language)
John!
– [Narrator] I saw a
little of Mr. Rochester
in the days that followed.
He was either engaged in
business or dining with friends.
(gentle orchestral music)
I thought it strange that
a room on the third floor
had a light burning in it,
when Mrs. Fairfax had told me
that all the rooms up
there were locked.
(door thuds)
– I’ve told her if she
can’t do the job,
I’ll find someone else who can.
– Is it Miss Poole again?
– Afraid so.
The master’s had a word, though.
She’s had her last warning.
– Perhaps if she were to
mix with the other servants,
she would not take to
the drinks so.
Maybe loneliness is the
cause of her misery.
If I could speak with her–
– No, no, no, no, the
master forbids it.
She’s a rusted piece of
work if ever there was one.
– Then why does he tolerate her?
– Because he feels sorry
for the poor wretch.
She’s been with the family
since his father’s days.
He’d not see her in
the poorhouse.
He’s too generous by half
if you ask me.
– And how is he today?
– You can ask him yourself.
He’s requested you join
him after supper.
Leah, fires in the
drawing room now!
– Yes, Mrs. Fairfax.
– You examine me.
You find me handsome, Miss Eyre?
– No, sir.
(chuckles)
– I direct answer for a
direct question.
– I didn’t mean to say–
– Don’t try to modify
your answer.
It was an honest reply.
Sit down.
So, what faults do
you find in me?
Does my nose not please you?
– It’s not–
– Are my eyes too close–
– No.
– Or is it that my ears
are too large?
Or my forehead’s not–
– It is a fine forehead.
– I have–
– Appearance is of
little consequence.
It is the person within
that is the attraction.
– I see.
Was my character that
you find unattractive.
– What I meant to say was
certain facets of your character
are somewhat unpleasant.
– I’m listening.
– You ask by way of command.
– Do I?
– Yes.
– That’s because I
have a lifetime
of saying do this and it’s done.
What else is wrong with
my character?
– That is all.
– Are you sure?
– I’m sure.
– And do you expect me to
change my manner
because of one little governess?
Well?
– I expect nothing, sir.
You asked a question and
I merely answered it.
– But you do understand
that I have the right
to be masterful in my own house?
And after all, I’ve
traveled the world,
I’m much older and
wiser than you are.
– Do as you please, sir.
– That is a very
irritating reply, Jane.
And you haven’t
answered my question.
– Surely your claim to wisdom
and maturity depends on
the use you have made of
your time and experience.
– Really? How interesting.
Now, you smile.
What are you thinking about?
– Only that very few
people would care
what their employees
thought about them,
especially when they pay
them 30 pounds a year.
– Oh, yes, I forgot
about the salary.
Well, then, I have a perfect
right to command you.
– With respect.
– Yes, of course.
With respect.
You are a rare breed, Miss Eyre.
– Thank you, Mr. Rochester.
I will take that as
a compliment.
– [Narrator] Over the
next few weeks,
we had several
stimulating conversations
and I found myself waiting
for the next opportunity
to be with him.
– [Jane] Is it Adele’s
mother who makes you unhappy?
– Adele’s mother was
a French opera dancer.
She was extremely
beautiful and vivacious.
And I was so flattered when
she professed to love me,
ugly mortal that I am, that
I showered gifts on her,
almost ruining myself
into the bargain.
But when she told me she was
with child, I was thrilled.
And at that moment, I had no
doubt that the child was mine.
– So you were married to her.
She was your wife.
– No, but she was my
grand passion.
I was besotted with her.
I longed to be in her
company, smell her perfume.
One night, I called to see
her unexpectedly at the hotel.
She wasn’t there, but I
was quite content
to wait for her on the balcony,
thinking I would surprise her.
Only I was the one to
be surprised,
for when she returned
dressed from head to toe
in the satin and jewels I
had bought her,
she had with her a
brainless young officer.
I hid myself at the
shadows and I watched,
and I felt such pain.
Have you ever been jealous,
Jane?
– No, sir.
– I thought as much, because
you have never felt love.
Your soul sleeps,
but there will come the day
when you find yourself
totally helpless,
a fragile wreck in a
storm of emotion.
– You make love
sound unpleasant.
– It is all-consuming.
And when it is reciprocated,
it brings the greatest pleasure.
And I do believe we
all have a right
to get some pleasure from
this life, don’t you?
(gentle music)
(doorknob rattles)
(murmuring)
(woman groans)
(scratching)
(woman laughs)
(footsteps thudding)
(flames crackling)
– Mr. Rochester!
Mr. Rochester, wake up!
(loud splash)
Mr. Rochester!
Wake up!
(loud splash)
(groans)
Mr. Rochester, wake up!
(groans)
(thrilling music)
– What in God’s
name’s going on?!
– [Jane] Somebody had
tried to set fire to you!
– What, so you thought you
drown me as well, did you?!
– I’ll call Mrs. Fairfax.
– You’ll do no such thing!
What could she do?
– I found this on the
floor outside your room.
I heard a scratching at my door.
I thought Pilot must have
broken free from his leash.
– You’re trembling, Jane.
Come and sit down.
– No, I mustn’t.
– What, you want to
leave me already
after you’ve just saved my life?
Do as you’re told and sit down!
Here.
Keep warm.
I’ll be back in a moment.
(door thuds)
(gentle music)
– Why do you keep her here?
And why does she hide herself
away up on the third floor?
Does she mean something to you?
Is Grace Poole another one
of your grand passions?
– Grace Poole?
– She drinks and laughs loudly.
She disturbs me.
I have asked Mrs.
Fairfax about her
and she told me that she has
been with you for a long time.
– Grace Poole is one
of the servants, Jane.
– Yes, well, she might
have killed you.
– But you were there to save me.
You were my guardian angel.
I knew you’d do me good
the first day we met.
I could see it in your eyes.
The expression, the smile
was so lovely.
And now, I’m in your debt.
– There is no debt.
Goodnight, sir.
– Where are you going?
– Back to my chamber.
– What, without taking leave?
Look at me, Jane.
Are we suddenly strangers again?
Are we?
Take my hand.
– I can’t.
– Am I so repulsive to you?
– No.
– Even strangers shake hands.
Such a little warmth.
There have been–
– I now must go.
(gentle orchestral music)
– [Narrator] I did not
sleep that night.
All I could think of was him.
I thought, surely,
today of all days,
he would call in to the library
to see how Adele was
progressing.
– All finished.
– [Narrator] And not
make me wait till evening
to see him again.
– Very good.
Now, you can choose a
book to read.
– Your face is all pink,
Miss Eyre.
– It’s too warm in here.
Perhaps we shall read
outside in the garden today.
– No, it’s too cold
in the garden.
– Good morning!
Thought you might like
some lemonade
and some of cook’s biscuit,
seeing as you didn’t
come down to breakfast.
– I wasn’t hungry and I
thought you’d all be busy
with Mr. Rochester’s
room this morning.
– Oh, bless me, that
was all done and dusted
by half past six.
– Did Mr. Rochester tell you
how Grace Poole set
alight to his bed?
– Mm-hm, told me there was a
little incident with a candle.
There you are, my dear.
– Oh, thank you.
– It was Grace Poole.
She did it deliberately.
Ask Mr. Rochester,
he’ll tell you.
– Yes, well, I would
if he was here,
but he left at the
crack of dawn.
– Left?
Where to?
– Well, for the Ingrams.
And he didn’t have any
breakfast either,
gallivanting off without
a morsel inside.
It isn’t right.
– Who are the Ingrams?
How far are they live
and when will he be back?
– All these questions
have me dizzy.
Expect to be gone for some time,
and a fashionable lot,
society folk.
Live over the other side of
Millcote, about 10 miles off.
Oh, they’ll be theaters,
parties, drinks, dinners.
Mr. Rochester’s very
popular with the ladies.
– What ladies?
– The Ingrams, all
three of them.
Ooh, an elegant bunch.
But Blanche Ingram,
well, she’s most beautiful
woman I’ve ever seen.
Her face is…
Well, bless me, it’s
like a painting.
And her clothes, it…
Well, all I can say is
they’re magnificent.
– She not married, then?
– No, not yet.
Although the family
comes from money,
I reckon there’s no
great fortune left.
Between you and me,
I think she’s got a soft
spot for Mr. Rochester.
She’ll not let him back
within the month.
Sure you’re feeling well?
Look very peaky to me.
– Would he be away for
a long, long time again?
– I think so.
He’s staying with some
fashionable people.
– I’m fashionable.
– Yes, you are.
Mr. Rochester sometimes needs
the company of grownup ladies.
– But you’re grownup.
– Yes, I am grownup.
But I am just a plain governess.
Would be foolish to
think that Mr. Rochester
would want to be in my company.
It would be ridiculous.
– [Adele] I miss him so.
– Come here, little one.
We have to absorb
ourselves in our studies,
and the time will soon pass.
– Oh, my Lord.
Leah!
(gentle orchestral music)
Look, will you read this?
Sophie!
Leah!
Oh!
We’ve got three days
to get this place looking
spick and span.
Now, get your coat on.
Go down to the George Inn.
We’re going to need at least
three extra kitchen hands.
I don’t care if you to
drag them back.
Don’t come back without them.
– [Leah] Yes, Mrs. Fairfax.
– And we’re going to need
all the carpets beaten.
– Yes, ma’am.
– We need every stick
of furniture polished.
– Yes, ma’am.
– All these floors
scrubbed, swept, going to
need the mattresses turned,
the silver dipped, the
brasses rubbed.
– Yes, ma’am.
– The master’s coming home.
– Oh!
– Oh!
– Oh, and he is bringing
with him Lord and Lady Ingram
and their two daughters,
Sir George and Lady Lynn,
Colonel Dent, of course Mrs.
Eshton.
The ladies will bring
their maids,
and the gentlemen, their valets.
– Ooh!
– What are we gonna feed them?
– Pies and puddings.
– Where are we going
to put them?
– I can sleep in Adele’s room.
– Oh, yes, we’ll have
to double up.
Well, what are you standing
there looking stupid for?
Come on, got work to do.
Oh, my Lord.
(chattering)
(horse whinnies)
(elegant orchestral music)
– Shall I wear my pink
satin and all
or the blue tube with
the pink sash?
(speaks in foreign language)
– They’re here!
– Ooh!
– [Mrs. Fairfax] Oh, my Lord.
Leah!
(chattering)
(elegant orchestral music)
– Mrs. Fairfax, how
nice to see you.
Mr. Rochester is showing John
where the horses
should be stabled.
– All right.
– That journey is so tiring.
Some refreshment would be nice.
– Oh, certainly, be my pleasure.
Leah.
– Well, Mama, here we are.
So, what do you think
of Thornfield?
A touch gloomy.
– It has great potential.
– Quite.
A carpet and some
decent pictures
would make all the difference.
We’ll be in the drawing
room, Mrs. Fairfax.
– [Mrs. Fairfax] All right,
dear.
– One day, I will be
like Miss Ingram.
Can we go downstairs, please?
– No, Adele.
– Why?
– When Mr. Rochester wants to
see you, he’ll ask for you.
(sighs)
– [Narrator] I was composed,
prepared.
I was sure that when Mr.
Rochester walked through the
door,
I would feel detached.
I would look at him
and think how stupid I had been
to let my heart become involved
with someone above my station.
(door clacks)
– [Adele] They’re coming!
– [Narrator] Mrs.
Fairfax was right,
Blanche Ingram was beautiful.
– What a puppet.
You must be Adele.
(speaks in foreign language)
Do tell me, Adele, what
have you been doing
while we’ve all been
having dinner tonight?
– I’ve been dancing, Madame.
– Dancing.
Oh, isn’t she adorable?
Mama, have you ever seen
anything quite so sweet?
– Not since you, my darling.
– [Woman] Exactly.
– [Narrator]
Everything about her
was elegant, sophisticated.
She had everything.
She could attract any
man she liked,
but she liked Mr. Rochester,
my employer who paid
me 30 pounds per annum
and who had many, many faults.
Too many.
He thought himself
superior, was too proud,
deeply sarcastic, and
moody to the point of–
– Edward, she is charming,
like a little doll.
– [Narrator] But why,
then, did I still love him?
– How on Earth do you
manage with her at home?
You should send her to school.
– Oh, school’s far too
expensive, Blanche.
Besides, she likes it
here at Thornfield.
– [Blanche] Don’t tell me
you have a governess for her.
– [Edward] Matter of fact, I do.
– Oh! Mama.
Close your ears.
– What is it, dear?
– The mere mention of the
word governess
is enough to send Mama
into hysteria.
(laughs)
We had at least a dozen.
Most of them were either
horrid or just plain stupid.
(laughs)
Mary, tell Edward how we
teased Madame Jouberts.
– [Mary] She was so funny.
– [Blanche] She used to
fly in into such a rage.
(laughs)
It was very amusing.
(laughs)
– Jane!
Why have you left the room?
Come back into the drawing room.
Come on.
– To be insulted?
– Well, are you not
pleased to see me at least?
– Yes.
Adele was so upset when you
left without any warning.
It’s been difficult
for her to concentrate,
but I’m sure things will
improve now that you’re home.
– You look rather pale.
Have you been ill?
– No, sir.
– A little depressed perhaps?
– The guests will be
wondering where you are.
Goodnight, sir.
– Where are you going?
– To my room, sir.
– Jane.
Jane!
Well, tonight I excuse you.
But from now on, I
shall expect you
in the drawing room
every evening!
Is that clear?!
Every evening, Jane!
(elegant piano music)
♪ Sigh no more, ladies ♪
♪ Ladies, sigh no more ♪
♪ Men were deceivers ever ♪
♪ Men were deceivers ever ♪
♪ One foot in sea ♪
– [Narrator] I wanted
to run from the room,
from Thornfield, from everything
that reminded me of him.
I wanted to cry out,
why do you punish me when
all I ever did was love you?
♪ Then sigh not so ♪
♪ But let them go ♪
♪ And be you blithe and bonny ♪
♪ And be you blithe and bonny ♪
♪ Converting all your
sounds of woe ♪
♪ Converting all your
sounds of woe ♪
♪ To hey, nonny nonny ♪
♪ Hey, nonny nonny ♪
♪ Hey, nonny nonny ♪
♪ Hey, nonny nonny ♪
(group clapping)
(chattering)
– Come up here.
– He’s God!
– Now, just one more thing.
Now.
– Full of rave?
– Yes, more–
– Bride!
– Yes, yes, more.
– Yes!
(chattering)
– Wedding!
– Wedding, wedding!
– [Edward] Yes, hold on.
– The happy couple!
– Yeah!
(group clapping)
– Three months and
there will be a wedding,
you mark my words.
– [Mary] Mm!
(chattering)
– [Edward] Meaning?
(chattering)
– Mr. Rochester.
There’s a Mr. Mason here,
all the way from Jamaica.
– [Richard] Edward.
– Richard.
Please excuse me.
– Well, what are we to do now?
(screaming)
(footsteps thudding)
– [Man] No!
No!
(yelps)
(groaning)
(footsteps thudding)
Help me!
For God’s sake, someone help me!
(loud thudding)
(woman laughing)
(loud thud)
(knocking)
– Jane, are you awake?
– Yes.
– Well, get dressed quickly.
I need your help.
(mysterious orchestral music)
Jane, hurry up.
Come with me.
(door clacks)
– What’s the matter?
Who’s screaming like that?
– [Edward] It’s just one
of the servants.
She’s had a bad nightmare.
You can go back to bed.
(lock clacks)
Do you faint at the
sight of blood?
– [Jane] No, sir.
– [Edward] Good.
Give me your hand.
– Is it Grace Poole?
Has she hurt herself?
– Fetch a doctor.
Please, help me.
She bit me and clawed on
me like some–
– I warned you, but you
wouldn’t listen.
– I thought I could help.
– I don’t need your help.
Have some laudanum.
It’ll kill the pain.
– These wounds are deep.
I must stop the bleeding.
– I told you, I need a doctor.
She sucked the blood from
my shoulder like a vampire!
– That’s enough!
You don’t want to scare
poor Miss Eyre to death.
We’ll have no more talk
on the subject.
Now, drink.
I’ll get Tom to bring the
carriage around.
We need to get him to
the doctor in the village
as soon as possible.
You stay with him.
– Of course I will.
– What would I do without you,
Jane?
– [Narrator] I wanted to say,
you need never be without me.
Blanche Ingram may well
become his wife,
but she would never
be akin to him.
(loud thud)
(gasps)
(footsteps thudding)
(loud scratching)
(gasps)
(loud scratching)
(mysterious music)
(loudly inhales)
(door clunks)
(footsteps thudding)
– Sir.
Sir.
(groans)
(gasps)
– [Edward] What is it, Jane?
What’s the matter?
– I saw her.
She came into the room.
I saw Grace Poole, I swear.
I felt sure she was
going to kill him.
– [Edward] I’m sorry, I
shouldn’t have left you alone,
but you are perfectly safe,
believe me.
– How can I be safe when
she is left in this house?
Nobody is safe while
she is here.
You must send her away.
– [Edward] I will do
something, I promise you.
But her out of your mind.
I have to get him down
to the carriage.
Now, come on, Richard.
(grunts)
Come on.
– Edward.
Let her be taken care of.
Let her be treated, tenderly.
– I’m doing the best I can,
the same as I always have.
(loud thud)
Away!
(dramatic orchestral music)
– Is he talking of Grace Poole?
Is he a relative of hers?
– Why do you ask so many
questions, Jane?
Why does it matter who he is?
Will you watch the sun
rise over Millcote Hill?
Well, don’t just stand there,
Jane.
Thank you for helping me.
– [Jane] It is my pleasure.
– Really?
And what if I was to ask you
to do something that
you thought was wrong?
What then?
– It would depend.
– On what?
– On what it was you were
asking me to do.
– Say you were a young man
abroad in a strange land
and you happened to
make a mistake.
– [Jane] What kind of mistake?
– Not a crime, just an
error of judgment.
– [Jane] Yes?
– And years later, you
get the chance
of correcting that mistake,
and the only thing that
stands in your way
is convention, formality.
Would you take that chance?
– I don’t quite
understand what you mean.
– What I mean is would you
throw convention to the wind
to achieve happiness?
Tell me what you think.
– [Narrator] Only that I
loved his face,
his eyes, his mouth, his voice.
He made me love him
without even realizing it.
– Tell me.
– It depends what you mean
by convention, by formality.
If I had made a mistake,
it would be my duty to
bear the punishment.
– Duty?!
What the blazes is duty
for heaven’s sake?!
– I would look to a higher
plane for forgiveness.
– Of course, should have known.
Brocklehurst’s
teaching no doubt.
Whom do you mean, Jane?
God?
Tell me when has God done
anything for me.
I wait for him, I’ll
wait forever.
I’ve already wasted
enough of my life.
At long last, I know
what I think.
I know what is right.
– Then why ask me?
– Because…
I needed to know.
And now, I have an answer.
She’s rising.
(gentle orchestral music)
I’m sorry I dragged you
all the way out here,
but I’ve missed our talks.
– So have I.
– Well, let’s not argue, then.
Let’s shake hands
and be friends.
Will you watch the
sunrise again with me?
– You only have to ask.
– On the morning of my wedding.
– Are you to be married, sir?
– Oh, yes.
I think it’s about time,
don’t you?
– If you have met someone you
wish to share your life with.
– I have.
– Miss Ingram is very beautiful.
– And clever too.
Brains and beauty, a
lethal combination.
And she happens to be
desperately
in love with my money.
So, what do you think?
– I think you’ll be very happy.
I’ll start looking for a
post immediately.
– What are you talking about,
a post?
What post?
– Because if you’re to marry,
Adele should go to school.
Miss Ingram has a particular
dislike of governesses.
– Oh, yes, I forgot.
Well, there’s no need
for you to worry
about finding a new post.
You leave all that with me.
– Only if it’s no
trouble to you.
– It’s no trouble at all.
Jane.
Look at me.
– I’m sorry, but I
must go inside.
I’m feeling quite cold.
– Ooh, not so fast, Miss Eyre!
I’ve been looking all
over for you.
You’ve got a visitor waiting.
– Me?
– [Mrs. Fairfax] She’s
in the library.
– Miss Eyre?
You’ve grown up into
such a lady.
Who’d ever thought it?
– Bessie.
It is so lovely to see you.
– Oh.
– How is everybody?
– Don’t stamp me off.
Your cousin John is dead.
And your aunt is taking badly.
– It’s nearly a hundred
miles away, Jane.
– I’m sorry, but that
is where my aunt lives
and she’s been asking for me.
– Very well.
You may go.
But I want you back in a week,
not a day longer, do you hear?
Seven days and if you’re
not back then,
I’ll come and fetch you.
– Thank you, sir.
– Edward?
– I’ve been out-maneuvered,
my dear Blanche.
Game’s over.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(elegant orchestral music)
– Seeing as you’re a governess,
I thought you might explain
the concept of the
28-day week to me.
– I’m sorry, but things
weren’t quite
as straightforward as I’d hoped.
– Really?
– I had to help my cousin’s
with my aunt’s funeral
arrangements.
– Oh, never mind me.
Who am I to worry about?
– I had thought that
you could deduct
the money from my salary.
– So you have given me
some thought.
Thank you very much.
– Yes.
– Good.
I’m sorry about your aunt.
Not one single letter
did you send me.
Mrs. Fairfax had a letter.
Adele and Sophie had a letter.
No doubt even Pilot had a
letter, but, oh, no, not me.
That was too much to ask.
The whole of Thornfield
was chattering
with news of your return,
but I, the master of the house,
had to learn from Mrs. Fairfax
that you were due home today.
I’ve already been up at
the village twice
to see if the coach
had arrived…
I see at long last I found
something to make you laugh.
I am so pleased my
distress amuses you.
– It is not your distress
that amuses me, sir.
It is the thought of
writing to Pilot.
I can assure you I did
not send Pilot a letter.
I’m sorry I did not
write to you,
but I thought you would be
preoccupied with other things.
– Oh, did you now?
(footsteps pattering)
– Yes.
– Miss Eyre, Miss Eyre!
– Adele!
– [Adele] Miss Eyre!
(speaks in foreign language)
– Oh, English if you please.
Welcome home, my dear.
– I missed you!
(speaks in foreign language)
– Oh, she did.
– [Adele] It’s been so
boring here without you.
– Surely not with all the
other nice ladies and gentlemen
here to entertain you.
– They all went!
– The day after you’d gone.
– Jane.
– Yes?
– Will you walk with me?
– Ooh, she must unpack.
She’ll want to get her
things hung up.
– It’s such a lovely evening.
– Well, there’s a storm
brewing up, I think.
– Perhaps just a little stroll,
then.
– I’ll get your bag.
– [Edward] It’s a
beautiful place in autumn.
– [Jane] It is a beautiful
place all year round.
– [Edward] Well, I hope
you like Ireland as much.
– Ireland?
– Yes.
Remember I promised to
find you a position.
Well, I have.
It’s with a Mrs.
Dionysius O’Gall
of Bitternutt Lodge,
Connacht, Farrington, Ireland.
And you start next week.
– Next week?
But Ireland is so far away.
– Oh, you’ll love it, Jane.
And they say the people
are very friendly there.
– Yes, but I won’t be
able to see…
– Who?
– Adele, Mrs. Fairfax.
– Is that all?
Isn’t there anyone
else you’ll miss?
– And you, sir.
(Edward sighs)
– It’s a shame because we
have been good friends,
haven’t we?
I mean, sometimes I feel like
I have known it all my life.
I know this may sound silly,
but when we’re
together like this,
I feel like, well, I’m
sort of attached to you.
It’s as though I’ve got
a bit of string
somewhere under my left ribs,
about here.
And it’s knotted to a
similar piece of string
situated about there.
You think that piece of
string will stretch 200 miles
across the sea, Jane?
And do you think we’ll end up
bleeding inwardly
for each other?
That’s ridiculous.
You’ll probably
forget me as soon
as you set foot in Ireland.
– Never!
I will never forget you as
long as I live!
Do you think because I am poor
and plain, I have no soul?
No heart?
Well, you are wrong!
My time here at Thornfield
has been the happiest of
my entire life.
It will break my heart to leave.
I’ve talked and laughed
and learned so much by
just being here.
I’ve loved every moment of it,
from teaching Adele
to the wonderful conversations
we’ve had together.
I am your equal and you
have treated me as such.
You have shown true
respect for me.
And I have felt, for the
first time in my entire life,
like I’ve belonged.
And to think that I will
soon be torn from all this,
that I will never speak with
you or see your face again,
is unbearable to me.
– Then why go?
– Because your bride
will not want me here.
– I have no bride.
– Not yet, but you will have.
– Yes.
You’re right, I will.
Come here.
– And it can’t mean…
I can’t stay here and
watch you marry her.
– You’re absolutely right.
– A woman you don’t love.
– That’s correct.
– A woman who is not
worthy of you.
It would be less hurtful
to go to Ireland,
so please let go of me.
– What if I don’t want to?
What if I want you, right
here by my side forever?
– I’m afraid your bride
stands between us, sir.
– My bride is here.
If you’ll have me, I
offer you by heart,
my hand in marriage,
and a share of all my
worldly possessions.
Will you marry me, Jane?
– Me?
– Yes.
– Why?
– Because I love you.
I have always loved you
since the first time we met,
that’s why.
– But how can that be?
– Now, don’t torture me.
Answer me, Jane.
Will you be my wife?!
Will you make me the
happiest man on this Earth?!
(elegant orchestral music)
– I will.
– [Edward] Oh, Jane.
Jane.
– [Narrator] The next
morning when I woke,
I feared it had all
been a dream.
– Mrs. Fairfax, have you seen
Mr. Rochester this morning?
– Oh, he was off and
out by seven.
– Do you know where he has gone?
– Oh, I don’t ask.
Little over onto
himself is that one.
Adele’s had her breakfast.
She’s in the library
having a sulk.
Doesn’t want to do any
more mathematics.
– Good morning!
– Ooh, speak of the devil.
– The storm last night
has freshened the air,
and the grass is as
green as anything.
(Pilot barks)
– Pilot!
Oh, howl, come down here.
Pilot!
– Good morning, Jane.
– Good morning, Mr. Rochester.
– Edward.
– You look so beautiful
this morning.
Radiant, Mrs. Rochester.
– Come on, take him–
– Bonjour!
– [Jane] Good morning, Adele.
– Can we do some painting
today, Miss Eyre?
– No, today is a holiday.
Miss Eyre and I are
going into Millcote
so that you can choose
some new dresses.
– And me!
– Not this time, Adele.
Jane and I are going alone,
but I shall bring you back
(speaks in foreign language).
How’s that?
(speaks in foreign language)
Go and change, Jane.
(speaks in foreign language)
(speaks in foreign language)
(elegant orchestral music)
(chattering)
– Edward dearest, how
nice to see you.
– Good day, Blanche.
– And the governess.
– Soon-to-be Mrs. Rochester.
– How quaint.
Well, congratulations.
No doubt you’ve a whole
trousseau to buy.
I’m afraid we’re a bit
limited here in Millcote.
It’s all a bit dull.
But I’m sure you’ll
find something.
– At least suitable for
honeymoon in Italy and France.
– Lovely.
You know Archibald, of course.
Lord Granby.
Arrivederci.
(chuckles)
– [Jane] Whatever did
you see in her?
– The means to make you jealous.
– That’s truly wicked.
– But it worked.
(chuckles)
– And what for a veil?
– Just something simple.
– French lace with pearls.
– A plain net.
This one will do.
– The finest French
lace with pearls.
– I’ll get married in
this if you continue.
– All right, we’ll take
both of them, and the silks.
You don’t understand,
I want to show the world
what a beauty you are.
– I am not a beauty.
I am Jane Eyre.
And I have everything I
want right here.
– Wrap them.
– [Narrator] As time passed,
and my wedding day drew near,
the house was full
of excitement.
Everyone seemed genuinely
delighted for me,
except Mrs. Fairfax.
I thought perhaps she
didn’t approve
of a young governess
marrying her employer,
but I wasn’t going to let that
spoil my newfound happiness,
for the day after tomorrow,
I would be his wife.
(gentle music)
(thunder rumbles)
(footsteps pattering)
– Who’s in the room?
(loud rip)
(groans)
(loud ripping)
– No.
No.
No, no.
(footsteps thudding)
(door clacks)
(door thuds)
– Must have been a dream, Jane.
Now, what do you think
of this color?
Does it suit me?
– It’s very nice.
Edward, the veil is
ripped in two.
I can bring it down, you
can see for yourself.
– I’ve told you, you have to
keep your door locked at night.
Have to be careful with the
likes of Grace Poole around.
Now, I have bought
you a present.
– Edward, you said you were
going to let Grace Poole go.
– Well, I’ve made inquiries,
and if I throw her out,
the only place left for
her is the asylum.
And she has served this
family very well, Jane.
How can I do that?
How can I sentence her
to a life at bedlam?
– You can’t.
But how can you leave her
in this house with Adele?
Surely it’s only a matter of
time before a tragedy occurs.
(Edward sighs)
– Please, now stop
worrying about her.
I have spoken with Mrs. Fairfax
and she’s going to
arrange something.
And after tomorrow, we’re
going to be thousands
of miles away
traveling the world.
Grace Poole will be no
more than a memory.
And it means you’ll get
your own way after all.
You’ll be able to wear
that flimsy piece of muslin
you wanted to in the
first place.
Now, come on, stop frowning.
Let me see you smile.
I want you to be happy.
Now, look.
– I don’t need gifts, Edward.
Your love is all I need.
– But you know you
have all of that.
And I like to give you presents.
Besides, I have a right to,
you’re going to be my wife.
And the next present I
shall give you
shall be your wedding ring.
Now, watch.
(gentle music)
– Edward, it’s lovely.
– I knew you’d like it.
I am so happy.
You have made me so happy.
Tell me that you love me.
Go on.
I want to hear you say it.
– I love you with all my heart.
(both chuckle)
(elegant orchestral music)
Is that me?
– You look beautiful.
– Thank you.
Do you approve, Mrs. Fairfax?
– Take my little blue pin.
For luck.
– Thank you.
I will make him happy.
(bell tolling)
– [Clergyman] I require
and charge you both
as ye will answer at the
dreadful day of judgment,
when the secrets of all
hearts shall be disclosed,
that if there be any impediment
why these two persons
may not be joined together
in holy matrimony,
ye are to declare it.
– Marry us, then.
– Dearly beloved, we are
gathered
here in the sight of God,
and in the face of this
congregation,
to join together this man and
this woman in holy matrimony.
I require and charge you both
as ye will answer at the
dreadful day of judgment
when the secrets of all
hearts shall be disclosed,
that if either of you
know any impediment
why ye may not be lawfully
joined together in matrimony,
ye do now confess it.
Wilt thou have this woman
to thy wedded wife…
And, forsaking all others,
keep thee only unto her,
so long as ye both shall live?
– I will.
(door rattles)
– The wedding cannot go on!
(ominous music)
There is an impediment.
– Proceed!
– Mr. Rochester
is already married!
– The man’s an imbecile!
Carry on!
– I’m obliged to listen to
the accusation.
– I have the wedding
certificate here,
of Edward Rochester of
Thornfield Hall
and my sister Bertha
Antoinetta Mason
of Spanish Town, Jamaica.
– And is she still living?
– Yes!
I saw her with my own
eyes not three months ago.
– No!
– [Richard] I’m sorry, but
it’s not right.
– Edward.
– I tell you, he has a wife.
– “Wife.”
You dare to call her that?
Wife?!
Follow me and I’ll
introduce you to my wife!
(dramatic orchestral music)
– Get back to work.
Take the child to her room.
– [Edward] Grace!
Open the door!
– Are you sure, sir?
You know what
happened last time.
– [Edward] I said,
open the door!
– [Grace] God’s sake, sir.
(groaning)
– [Edward] Bertha.
It’s Edward.
– [Bertha] Who?
– Now, they will not harm you.
These people will not harm you.
And they have not come to
take you away.
How are you feeling?
No, Bertha.
No.
(groans)
– Get off him!
What did I tell you, sir!
Hold her down, I’ve got her.
I’ve got her.
Oh!
– Hold her!
(shouting)
– Shh, shh.
Shh.
Shh.
Shh.
Shh.
Shh, shh.
(moaning)
Shh.
– That is who Mr. Mason
calls my wife.
– You married her, Edward.
– I was tricked into it
by your family in Jamaica.
They showed her off to
me in parties,
but I was never allowed
to see her alone,
talk to her properly.
I was dazzled by her beauty.
It was only after the wedding
that I realized that
she was insane,
like her mother and her
grandmother before her.
And I tried everything in
my power to make her well.
I hired the best doctors, I
sought alternative methods,
and then finally, I realized
that there was no cure!
I could have run away back to
England and left her there,
but, instead, I brought
her home with me.
And not to have her chained up
in some lunatic asylum
as some would have it,
but to keep her safe here
at Thornfield,
with a nurse, day and night,
to tend to her every need.
– But you must have known
you couldn’t marry Miss Eyre
when you’re already married.
It would have been a crime.
You would have been
committing bigamy, sir.
– Do you blame me,
when all I wanted was
to be with this woman?
I would have done anything
to be with her.
I have been in torment
for 15 years!
And can you stand there
and honestly judge me
when you see in front
of you this poor wretch
to whom I am bound for life?
Can you?
– I’ll pray for you, Mr.
Rochester.
– You can keep your prayers.
(somber orchestral music)
– Oh, I am so sorry.
I’m so sorry.
– Did you know?
– Only that Grace Poole
had a patient there.
I thought it was little
Adele’s mother.
I had no idea it was Mr.
Rochester’s wife.
(moans)
– At last, I’ve been
waiting for you.
Oh, we’re leaving, I see.
Didn’t I just know
you’d desert me?
Really, Jane, you are
so predictable!
Couldn’t you be just a
little more original?!
I’m talking to you!
Where are you going?
– Away, sir.
– Where?
– Please let go of my arm.
– Not until you tell
me where you’re going.
– I do not know
where I am going.
– Oh, anywhere, so long
as it’s far away from me,
is that it?
And why, I’ll tell you why,
because you were only interested
in becoming Mrs. Rochester,
that’s why!
– Please give me my bag back.
– Oh, you were never
in love with me, Jane.
You were in love with the idea
of being Mistress of Thornfield!
Admit it!
You’re no better than
Blanche Ingram,
running away like a
spoiled child
the minute you can’t
have your way!
I thought you were mature,
but you’re just a child who
has no idea what real love is!
I would have done anything
for you, anything!
I was prepared to commit bigamy
because I knew that being
married was important to you!
And they could have
thrown me in prison,
I wouldn’t have cared!
But I just wanted to
make you happy!
– Please let go of my arms.
– Look me in the eyes and
tell me you don’t love me,
and you can walk free.
Say it!
No!
Better still!
Here, where you poured
out your heart to me.
Look me in the face and
tell me all that was a lie!
– It’s not me who’s
told the lies.
I have no secret husband.
I have always been
honest with you.
– I have always wanted to
be honest with you, Jane,
but how could I tell you
when I knew it would drive
all happiness away from me?!
Look at me, Jane.
Tell me you don’t love me,
and you can go.
– I can’t tell you that
because I do love you.
I wanted to be your
wife because I love you,
not for any other reason.
– And I love you more than
I’ve ever loved anyone
in my whole life.
– Please don’t say that.
– Why not if it’s the truth?!
– You must never say
it to me again,
and I must never say it to you.
It is wrong!
– How can it be wrong
when the two of us love
each other as we do?!
It is wrong for us not
to be together.
– I am a plain living
person, Mr. Rochester.
– Oh, Mr. Rochester, is it–
– I wanted someone
who I could love
honestly and decently,
and someone who could
love me back properly.
– Well, it doesn’t matter who–
– I thought I had that
with you, but I was wrong.
You led me to believe you
are one person,
but you are really another.
– I am the same as I always was,
the same heart, the same mind!
– You are a married man!
– But I’m still me!
– And when we danced together,
happy and carefree in
the drawing room,
all that time you knew your
wife was locked up there.
How could you?
– What would you have me do,
Jane?
Devote the rest of my
life to her?
– I could never trust you again.
– So you’re going to
punish me instead,
condemn me to live wretched,
a dire curse?
– Do you think this
is easy for me?
Do you think I am happy
to see you suffering
when every nerve in my body
is telling me to comfort you?
If I could find a way
in my soul of reconciling
this situation,
I would in a moment,
but I cannot throw away
any respect I have for myself
because my heart is tempted.
You have a wife.
You belong to another.
– I belong to you!
And you belong to me!
We are one soul, Jane!
– Please help me, please
don’t say that.
Please help me to be strong.
– If you only knew
how much I love you.
Now, kiss me.
I need you, Jane.
You want me.
I feel your passions
are aroused.
Say you want me!
Say it!
– No, I can’t!
How can I lie with your
name if I am not your wife?!
– Well, we simply go abroad
and we tell people
you are my wife!
Who’s to know any different?!
– Me!
I will know it.
I would have to live
with my own conscience
and that would eat
away at my soul
till I was no longer Jane Eyre,
but some embittered mistress
who you resented being with.
I am worth more than that.
– I would never, never
resent being with you, Jane.
– Leaving you will be
the most painful thing
I have ever had to endure,
but I would rather die
than watch the love we have
twist into something ugly.
I am leaving for us,
Edward, for what we had.
– Not for me, Jane.
You’re leaving for yourself,
and if that’s how you
truly feel, then go.
(somber orchestral music)
Go on.
That’s it, walk away.
You think what we
have is nothing?!
Well, let me tell you,
this is the greatest, purest
love you will ever find!
And I should know!
I’ve searched long
enough for it!
– [Narrator] I had
left Thornfield
with little money or
means to survive.
I asked the coachman to take me
as far as the 20 shillings
I had would allow.
I traveled for two days
with not a care whether
I should live or die.
The further I went, closer
I felt his presence.
(thunder rumbling)
– I think she’s waking, Diana.
– [Diana] Looks as though
her fever has broken.
– The Lord has looked after her.
He has plans for her yet.
– Poor little soul.
Wonder what happened to her.
– No doubt she’s endured
great suffering.
What is your name?
– Jane Eyre, sir.
– [St. John] Can you
send for anyone you know?
– There is no one.
– Well, Jane, my name is St.
John.
This is my sister Diana.
Have you been feeling better?
You gave me quite a scare
when I saw you lying
on the ground.
– [Narrator] My first two
months with St. John and Diana
was simple and uncomplicated.
The more I got to know
them, the more I liked them.
– Moor House has been a
different place
since you’ve arrived.
– That’s very kind.
But I must find some employment.
I worked as a teacher, so I
must be able to find something.
– A teacher?
– Don’t, St. John.
– Well, if she’s strong
enough to work.
♪ All good gifts around us ♪
♪ Are sent from heaven above ♪
♪ Then thank the Lord and thank
the Lord for all his love ♪
– Home time.
– You play very well.
– A little.
That’s what all the
schoolgirls say…
– What’s the matter?
– Nothing.
I suddenly remembered
something, that’s all.
– I never asked you much
about your past life, Jane,
because I know when you’re
ready, you’ll tell me
everything.
But I want you to know,
whatever difficulties there
have been in your life,
the work you’re doing
now is wonderful.
I’ve watched you carefully
over these past few months,
the children respond to you.
No task is too great,
and your patience and
understanding of people is
unique.
– I wish that were true.
Other people have a different
opinion of me, I’m sure.
– It is the truth.
Believe me.
– [Narrator] Dear Mrs. Fairfax,
it has been some time now
since I wrote to you last,
asking for news of
Adele and Mr. Rochester,
and still, I have had no reply.
(door clunks)
(sighs)
– There’s a storm
brewing out there.
– It’s been threatening all day.
– [St. John] What are you
reading, Jane?
Anything interesting?
– A book on German.
I’m trying to learn
the language.
– What for?
You’re planning on traveling?
– I have no plans as yet,
but I would like to see
more of the world.
– I’ll give you a book
on Hindustani.
You could learn that instead.
India’s a fascinating country.
– [Diana] Tell him no.
Stick to the German.
– I’m studying the
language myself.
We could learn together.
– Study what you like and
don’t be bullied by him.
– Perhaps I could learn
Hindustani as well as German.
– Well, I must go to bed.
I’ve got an early start.
Goodnight, brother.
Goodnight, sister.
– Goodnight, Diana.
– Stick to the German.
– I know Diana thinks I’m
a bit of a bully sometimes.
But…
Let me be honest with you.
The real reason I’d like you
to learn Hindustani, Jane,
is because…
Well, in six months time,
I set sail for India
to do God’s work there,
and I would dearly love
you to come with me.
– I’m flattered.
I don’t know what to say.
– Your help would be
invaluable to me.
I’ve been meaning to
ask you for some time,
but I knew you were
busy at the school
and I didn’t want to
distract you
from what you were doing there.
– I’m not sure I’m capable
of that kind of work.
– You are, Jane.
Trust me.
I know you could do it.
Yes, the work will be strenuous,
but when have you been
afraid of that?
You have endurance, Jane.
You will make a perfect
missionary’s wife.
– Wife?!
You hardly know me.
– I know all I need to.
You were sent to me, don’t
you understand?
This is what we ought
to do in life.
We will work together
side-by-side.
I respect and admire–
– It was true.
Fate had taken me to St. John,
and hadn’t he cared for me,
given me the opportunities
to prove myself?
He was a good man.
He would make a
considerate husband.
What more could I want?
I knew St. John could
never love me,
but hadn’t love only
brought me pain?
– [Edward] I love you more
than I’ve loved anybody
in my whole life.
– [Narrator] If I left England,
perhaps I would leave
the memories
of Edward Rochester behind.
Maybe this was the way to put
him out of my mind forever.
– You know in your
heart it’s right.
– I’m confused.
My heart won’t speak to me.
– Then I will speak for it.
You will marry me and
come to India
where we will do God’s
work together.
Say yes.
– [Edward] Say yes, Jane.
– Say it.
– I love you more than anyone
I have ever loved in my
whole life, Jane.
Look me in the eyes and
tell me you don’t love me,
and you can walk free.
Say it!
– I can’t.
– [Edward] Jane!
– [Jane] Edward.
– [Edward] Jane!
Where are you?!
– [Jane] Edward, I am coming!
(dramatic orchestral music)
– [Coachman] It’s only a
few miles to Gloria, Miss.
– It’s all right, I know
shortcut over the fields.
Thank you, sir.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Am I too late?
– [Clergyman] The fire
raged all night.
You could see black smoke
billowing for miles.
– Edward.
– Mrs. Rochester escaped
from her nurse
and set fire to the place.
She panicked, ran up
onto the roof.
We could see her dancing
amidst the flames, screaming.
It was terrible.
– And Mr. Rochester?
– [Clergyman] Mr. Rochester
got his young ward
and the servants out
of the house,
then went up on the roof
after Mrs. Rochester.
He did his best to save her,
but she jumped to her death.
Unfortunately, he was on
his way back down
when the staircase gave
way and he fell.
(Pilot whimpers)
– Is that you, Mrs. Fairfax?
Did you get some water for me?
Mrs. Fairfax?
– Yes, Mr. Rochester.
– May I have the water, please?
(gentle music)
Thank you.
– It is my pleasure.
– Jane, is that you?
Dear God.
I’m going mad.
– You are not mad, sir.
– Then I fell, I’m dreaming.
Never let me wake!
These are Jane’s lips, her
cheek, her little fingers.
– And her voice.
You are not dreaming.
I am truly here.
– Oh, my own sweet Jane!
– I have come back.
I will be your companion,
your nurse, your eyes–
– I don’t want a companion!
Neither do I want a nurse.
I might have known.
So you have come back to take
pity on a poor blind man.
Is that it?
Who told you?
– No one told me.
I have thought about you
every day since I left.
I have fought my emotions
and I cannot fight
them any longer.
I’ve traveled for two
days without stopping
and when I saw Thornfield,
I feared that–
– A ruin, like myself.
– You are no lifeless ruin, sir.
You are wounded, but still
full of life and vigor.
Edward.
– So, you didn’t find a husband,
then.
– I met someone who
wanted to marry me.
– No doubt he’s young
and handsome.
– Yes.
And he’s a good and
honorable man.
– So why are you here, then?
Why aren’t you with him?
– I came to see you.
– Well, take a good look.
Think how lucky you are.
It was a narrow escape.
You could have been married
to this hideous, blind wreck!
– I can think of nothing better.
– Your visit is very
much appreciated, Jane,
but I think it is best if
you go now, for go you shall.
And it would be less
painful on the heart
if it were sooner
rather than later.
– I will not go.
You can say what you want.
I will never leave
your side again.
If you throw me out
of this house,
then I will pound against
the door until you let me in.
Don’t you understand?
I want no other.
I love you.
– How can you love me like this?
Do not speak these
words out of pity, Jane.
What good am I to you?
How can I take care of you?
– It is a pity to see
your poor wounded face,
but you are not your wounds.
The danger is that I
will love you too much,
for you are
everything that matters
in the world to me, Edward.
– Jane.
My heart will burst for
want to see your face.
– Touch it.
Here.
See with your hands.
I’ve come home, Edward.
I will never leave you again.
(elegant orchestral music)
– [Narrator] I have been
married to Edward 10 years now,
and I love him as much today
as the day I returned
to Thornfield
and saw him wounded
and helpless.
In our third year together,
he regained the sight in
his right eye.
And when our firstborn
was put into his arms,
he could see his own likeness.
I am truly blessed,
for I now know what it
is to have found love.