Jane Eyre [2010] Full Movie | Susannah York, Ian Bannen, Jack Hawkins, Nyree Dawn Porter

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(dramatic drumming)
(somber classical music)
(hooves clopping)
- This is Jane Eyre, carriage paid.
(tense music)
(bell ringing)
(coughing)
(children chattering)
- It's so cold.
- Are you new?
(coughing)
- When is breakfast?
- Not for two hours.
Are you hungry?
You'll be hungry after breakfast, too.
- [Jane] Yes.
(water splashing)
- 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.
- 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.
"If ye suffer hunger or thirst for my sake, happy are ye."
Who here is hungry?
Who here is thirsty?
Oh, surely one of you is hungry.
Surely there is one hungry child in the school.
Ah, there is one.
Step forth.
Lets us see who it is.
(tense music)
Of course.
This is the new girl, Jane Eyre.
I know this child.
She was sent here by her aunt,
a benefactress of this school.
Bring a stool, so that we may all see her.
Come here, girl.
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 winning ways
she would employ against the world.
It's our duty to punish her body to save her soul,
and make sure that at Lowood, she learns her place.
(coughing)
(wind rustling)
(bell ringing)
- [Girls] We have learned in faith
and are made by your sheep.
We have learned too much and (speaking over each other)
in our own hearts.
We are ready to be finally yours.
(speaking over each other)
- [Girl] Help me, please!
(screaming)
- Please, let me in.
Please.
I'm cold.
Please.
- Jane, I'm all right.
- Burns?
Pushing your way in as usual, Burns?
For your pains, you will sit in the corridor.
(coughing)
- And you, Jane Eyre, may remove that look from your face.
(Helen coughing)
- [Jane] Helen?
- Jane, go to sleep.
It's late.
- I can't sleep.
Are you ill?
- No.
It's a little 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 than Mrs. Reed.
- Who is she?
- My Aunt, who sent me here.
(Helen coughing)
(dramatic music)
Why did my parents have to die?
Why?
- [Girls] Lannister, York, Tudor, Stewart, and Hannover.
- [Teacher] Good, continue.
- [Girls] Norman, Plantagenet, Lancaster, Norman.
(girls speaking over each other)
(speaking in foreign language)
- [Girls] William I, William II, Henry I, Stephen.
- [Woman] Then the evangelist--
- [Girls] William I, William II, Henry I, Stephen.
- [Teacher] Read it once more.
- [Girls] William I, William II, Henry I, Stephen.
- Miss Temple, what child is this?
- [Temple] Jane Eyre, Mr. Brocklehurst.
- And why, in defiance of every precept and principle
of this house, does her hair wave?
- It waves naturally, Mr. Brocklehurst.
- Come here, Jane Eyre.
(speaking in foreign language)
- [Teacher] Continue, please.
- We are not concerned with nature, here.
Scissors, Miss Temple.
- No, please.
Don't cut my hair!
- Scissors.
- Oh, no!
- You see, Miss Temple,
where overindulgence--
- No!
Please.
My hair!
- Away with her.
It is our duty to mortify in these girls
the lusts of the flesh.
Take these relics of Satan and see they are burned.
- Eyre, you will stand on a stool for half an hour
and meditate on the virtues of submission.
No one will speak to you for the rest of the day.
- Come, Jane.
- And for disobeying my orders, Burns,
you may stand on a stool, yourself.
(dramatic music)
No, Burns.
You may stand on yours outside.
Did I tell you?
(bell ringing)
(clock ticking)
(Helen coughing)
(thunder roaring)
(Helen coughing)
(thunder roaring)
(Helen coughing)
- The girl is dying rapidly.
You know that, of course.
- Yes.
I've made arrangements for her to go home.
- Oh, good.
Yes, good.
- Helen?
Are you awake?
- Is it you, Jane?
It's past midnight.
- I couldn'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.
(coughs)
I'm so pleased you're here.
Come in, come in, it's cold.
- Oh, Helen, don't stay away long.
Come back soon.
- I shall.
You'll see.
When the fall 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 music)
(birds chirping)
- Eyre?
Jane Eyre?
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 Govenors 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.
- Then 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.
(tense music)
- [Jane] Is that Thornfield?
- [Driver] Aye, that's it.
- Does Mrs. Fairfax live alone?
- More or less.
- With the little girl?
- Aye, with her.
- Is Mr. Fairfax dead?
- Ain't no Mr. Fairfax.
- Miss Eyre?
We've been expecting you.
Will you come this way, please, ma'am?
- 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.
- Should I have the pleasure
of meeting Miss Fairfax tonight?
- Miss Fairfax?
- My pupil.
- Oh, you mean Miss Varens.
I've asked Sophie to bring her down, just to greet you.
- She is not your daughter, then?
- Oh, 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 is away most of the time,
traveling, so we rarely see him.
Ah, here they are.
Come, Miss Adele, and meet the lady who is to teach you.
This is Miss Eyre.
(speaking in foreign language)
- But I had no idea that my pupil
was to be a little French girl.
- Ah, but it's not hard for you.
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.
(speaking in foreign language)
Eyre, very pleased to meet you.
(speaking in foreign language)
Adele.
We shall meet in the morning.
- (chuckles) 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, indeed.
(bell ringing)
- Here it is.
As you see, it's a fine house, but it
needs to be lived in more.
Parts of it are very old, indeed.
- [Jane] One might see ghosts, then?
- (chuckles) None that I have ever heard of.
But they do say the Rochesters were a very wild race.
Perhaps that's why they now seem tranquil in their graves.
Ah, 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.
Uh, you will teach Miss Adele in here,
and this is your room.
- (gasps) 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's ready.
If you need anything, I'll be downstairs.
(laughing)
- What's that?
- Grace Poole, I expect.
She works here.
She's a little, um, eccentric.
(laughing)
(tense music)
- [Jane] Adele!
- For you.
For you, Miss Eyre.
- (laughs) Why, they're lovely.
- I wanted to pick flowers for you.
I'm so glad you're 'ere.
- Here, huh.
- 'Ere.
- Ha.
Well, come along.
Where did you live before you came to Thornfield?
- With mama.
But she went to the Holy Virgin,
so Mr. Rochester put me 'ere.
- You knew him before?
- Certainment.
He was a friend of mama.
He brought her pretty things, and me too.
But now I do not see him anymore.
- But you would like to see him not just
for the pretty things he brings you?
- Oh, yes.
But it is nice that he brings me presents.
When shall we begin our lesson?
- Now.
And now, let's go and look in the garden.
- All right.
- Not just the flowers, but some of the animals
that live in the soil.
You see, some of the animals destroy the flowers
and some of them help them grow.
(bell ringing)
What sort of man is Mr. Rochester?
- What sort?
- Do you like him?
- I've no cause to do otherwise, my dear.
He's a good master.
- What manner of man is he?
- He's, um, unexpected.
Some think him, perhaps, peculiar.
- In what way?
- It's hard to say.
- He's traveled the world a good deal and seen many things.
(sighs) He's a hard man to understand.
- And what of Grace Poole?
Why does he keep her on here?
- I've no idea.
(peaceful music)
(horse galloping)
(horse whinnying)
(screaming)
- Ah!
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.
- Whoa.
Whoa, boy.
(horse whinnying)
- Steady.
What is it you do to horses?
Come on, come on.
(grunting)
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.
(dog barking)
(bell ringing)
- He's here 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.
This way, my dear.
Here is Miss Eyre, sir.
She has just returned.
- Let Miss Eyre be seated.
- Is it true, monsieur,
that you brought a new, pretty cadeaux for me and Miss Eyre?
- Who talks of cadeaux?
Did you expect a present, Miss Eyre?
- No, sir.
- Are you not fond of presents, then?
- I hardly know, sir.
I've had little experience of them.
- Huh.
You'd do better here 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, uh, six weeks?
- Yes, sir.
- And you came from, uh--
- Lowood, sir, a charitable institution.
- [Edward] How long were you there?
- Ten years.
- Ten years.
You must be tenacious of life.
But then, you have the look of another world in your face.
Who were your parents?
- I never knew them, sir.
- And who recommended you here?
- I advertised.
Mrs. Fairfax answered my advertisement.
- And very glad, I am, that I did so, sir.
Miss Eyre has proved invaluable.
- 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.
(upbeat classical piano music)
- 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.
Where do you find such coolness?
- Out of my head, sir.
- The one I see on your shoulders?
- Yes, sir.
- And has it other furniture of the same kind, within?
- It is well stocked, I hope, sir.
(clock chiming)
- Well, what are you about, Miss Eyre, to let Adele
sit up so late?
Take her to bed.
- And my cadeaux, monsieur?
- It will be here.
It will be here.
(tense music)
- Miss Eyre?
He doesn't mean to be rude.
It's partly his nature, and partly--
- Partly what, Mrs. Fairfax?
- Oh, doubtless 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.
- Goodnight.
- We must drain the field.
- It's too costly, sir.
- Tenets can't farm on land that's flooded with water.
They lose crops, and we lose rates.
It's forced economy.
- But I've been into the figures.
- Well, go into them again.
I want the field drained.
(sighing)
(poker rattling)
(knocking)
- Come in.
- My cadeaux!
My cadeaux!
- Very well.
Take it, you genuine daughter of Paris.
You see, Miss Eyre, how you women, uh, value us?
Leave her.
She's happy.
Take it to your room, Adele, and, uh, gloat over it there.
- Oh, monsieur (speaking in foreign language).
- Let her go.
Believe me, she has no need of you for a while.
You examine me, Miss Eyre.
Do you find me handsome?
- No, sir.
- (laughs) Mark my word, you are blunt.
What will you say next?
That I am lame?
Well, you're no prettier than I am handsome,
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 use you 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 your 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 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 temped to err.
But then, what could ever tempt you?
Where are you going?
- To put Adele to bed, sir.
- Never mind Adele.
She is happy, 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.
Aye, grass green.
- Is Adele your child, sir?
- No, she is not, although her mother presented her
to me as such.
Uh, not that green, by God, Miss Eyre.
No.
Not that green.
- No.
She is the daughter of an itinerant musician with whom
her mother finally ran off, clutching in her little hand
the pieces of jewelry that I had, uh, given her.
She left the child in Paris.
I brought her here a year ago when
I'd heard her mother had died.
The child is, of course, illegitimate.
And knowing her antecedents, you will no doubt
think less of your protege now?
- The child cannot be blamed for her mother's faults.
- Confound it.
Have you none of your own?
(plate crashing)
Well, good night.
(tense music)
(dog panting)
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.
- Then I do not amuse you?
(laughs) By God, you amuse me, Miss Eyre.
Though you may, uh, 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.
- [Woman] Ah.
[KNOCKING]
- Who's there?
(woman moaning)
- Who is it?
(laughing)
(tense music)
(fire roaring) (Jane gasping)
- Mr. Rochester!
Mr. Rochester, please wake up.
You must.
(water hissing)
Get up.
Please!
- Fire.
(grunting)
- I'll get the candle.
(coughing)
I heard a sound outside my door.
And, and laughter.
I came out into the passage and,
shall I fetch Mrs. Fairfax?
- 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 does she remain?
- I can't explain.
(dramatic music)
You saved my life.
- Well, goodnight, sir.
- I knew you would do me good.
I felt it always.
There's something about you, Jane.
- Well, goodnight, sir.
(sighing)
(upbeat organ music)
- 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, has suffered no ill effects?
- Oh, no, no.
He was hale this morning when he left.
- Left?
- Yes, he went after breakfast.
He's gone to Mr. Eshington's place.
A very brilliant party is assembled there.
And but of course Blanche Ingram, too.
She's a great beauty here abouts,
and they do say that she and Mr. Rochester.
Well, excuse me, my dear.
(tense music)
- [Adele] When will Mr. Rochester come back?
- I don't know.
- It is nearly three weeks.
It is long, n'est-ce pas?
Perhaps Miss Ingram will not let him go.
Perhaps he is her prisoner.
They say she's beautiful.
Don't you wish you were beautiful, Miss Eyre?
- Flowers can be beautiful, Adele.
See how delicate the petals are?
The shade of the blue where it joins the stem.
Now, let's start again, shall we?
And I shouldn't bother to sign it.
If you can do a little better.
(dramatic music)
- Mrs. Fairfax?
Mrs. Fairfax!
Mrs. Fairfax, confound it.
We have guests.
Ah-- they'll be staying for, uh, quite awhile.
(laughing)
- Yes, come right in, please.
We'll go right into the drawing room
for my best refreshments.
- You're very kind. - I believe I will.
- Come along.
(crowd chattering)
Go right ahead.
- Come.
(upbeat classical music)
- Thornfield is magnificent, but I
should arrange it differently.
- Oh?
How?
- I should have all the furniture French.
- Ah.
And me?
Would you, uh, rearrange me, too?
- You?
Oh, you, I should leave like an old, well-loved oak chest.
(laughing)
- We are being observed.
- By whom?
- A little French poppy.
- Hmm, she's a mystery, that one.
- Well, she's the daughter of an enigma.
- Do you think?
He says she's his ward.
- (laughs) Wouldn't you?
(laughing)
- Adele?
Adele?
This is very naughty to be out of bed.
- Oh, she's beautiful, Miss Blanche.
She is like a princess.
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, uh, led away.
- Oh, there's a plain little thing.
- I think she's pretty.
- (laughs) No.
I mean the governess.
- Oh.
(sighing)
(clapping)
- [Man] Bravo, bravo!
(crowd chattering)
(gentle, light classical music)
- Mm.
(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.
- (laughs) Your threats are mere promises.
(laughing)
- Ah, there you are.
They're just about to come out of the dining room.
- I'll take Adele into the drawing room.
Perhaps he'll ask Sophie to come for her.
- But Mr. Rochester expressly asked
that you remain, my dear.
- Very well.
Come, Adele.
(crowd chattering)
Now, perhaps you'd better sit over here.
You may greet them when they come in.
- [Blanche] I love the maids in the country,
far superior to anything I've seen in London.
(crowd chattering)
- I thought, Edward, you were not fond of children.
- Nor am I.
- Then what induced you to take charge
of such a little doll?
- (laughs) I picked her up in a fit of absence of mind.
- (laughs) You should send her to school.
- She has a governess.
- Oh, the little thing I've seen with her.
You should hear mama on the subject of governesses.
- [Lady Ingram] My dearest lily flower,
don't mention governesses.
I've suffered a martyrdom from them.
Take my advice, Mr. Rochester.
Send the little girl to school.
- I will consider it, Lady Ingram.
- And now, Senior Eduardo, furbish up your lungs,
as they are wanted in my royal service.
We shall sing a romantic song.
Know that I dote on romance, so you must sing con spirito.
(gentle, elegant piano music)
♪ Youth, the season made for joys ♪
♪ Love is then our duty ♪
♪ She alone who that employees well deserves her beauty ♪
♪ Lets 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 and sport today ♪
♪ Ours is not tomorrow ♪
♪ Love with youth flies swift away ♪
♪ Age is naught but sorrow ♪
♪ Dance and sing ♪
♪ Time's on the wing ♪
♪ Life never knows the return of spring ♪
♪ Let us drink and sport today ♪
♪ Ours is not tomorrow. ♪
(applauding)
- [Man] Ah, Major Caparal.
(upbeat classical piano music)
- Jane.
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 am 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.
(applauding)
(crowd chattering)
(laughing)
- The queen of hearts.
- Ah.
No mystery there, sir.
We all know what that means.
- True, true.
(laughing)
What?
A joker?
A fool, sir?
Me, sir?
- No, sir.
Not you, sir.
- And on the other hand, that, uh, could mean a journey.
- A honeymoon?
(laughing)
- The ten of diamonds.
Now that's fire.
Fire everywhere.
Now, that worries me.
- It's the fire in your heart, Edward.
(laughing)
- 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.
- Ha.
There.
The joker was a journey, Edward.
The ace of spades?
And what does that mean?
- Well, only that life's an idiot.
(tense music)
Is his name Mason?
- Yes, sir.
What is wrong, sir?
- He'll destroy me.
He'll 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.
- (sighing) Go to bed.
Think no more of it.
Go.
Hello, Mason.
(dramatic music)
(sighs)
- [Man] Ah, Rochester!
(screaming)
- Bless my soul, what was that?
- Appalling noise?
- You, sir?
Mr. Rochester?
(crowd chattering)
- My dear.
- What was that?
- A scream.
- [Man] Outside.
- He's not in his room.
(crowd chattering)
- [Woman] Don't they know nothing at all?
- [Man] Where the devil is Rochester?
- We heard it. - I haven't seen him.
- [Man] Mr. Rochester?
- [Edward] I'm here, I'm here.
- [Woman] What's happened?
(crowd chattering)
- [Man] What is this all about?
- A servant, uh, had a nightmare.
He's nervous and excitable and he took it upon himself
to finish the port you gentlemen so carelessly left out.
(laughing)
So should our consciences trouble us all.
(laughing)
Go back to your rooms.
It was nothing, really.
(crowd chattering)
- Goodnight, sir.
- [Edward] Do you have a sponger in your room
and some smelling salts?
- Yes, sir.
- [Edward] Fetch them.
(tense music)
Good night.
- Charles. - Goodnight.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
- Sleep well.
- [Man] Good night, my darling.
- [Man] Good night.
- Come on.
Wait here.
(woman muttering)
Go in.
Go in!
(woman screaming)
Come in, close the door.
And no questions.
Not now.
Please.
Give me the sponge.
You don't turn sick at the sight of blood?
- I think not, sir.
(gasps) Oh!
- Leave it.
I'm sorry.
But I had to see her.
Couldn't you have waited?
Here.
Hold the sponge.
The wound isn't too much.
I'll be back in a moment.
- She bit me.
The knife fell from her hand, and she bit me.
(woman muttering)
(shattering)
(tense music)
- Go ahead of me.
See that no one is in the hall.
(dramatic music)
(dog barking)
(wagon creaking)
Ha.
Get up.
(wagon creaking)
- Still awake?
- I could not sleep until I knew you were safe.
How is Mr. Mason?
- He will be all right.
He's with the doctor.
- And the danger you thought you were in last night,
is that passed?
- I can't vouch for that until Mason
is out of England, which will be soon, I hope.
- He did not seem a man willfully 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 pressure me for answers.
I, I count on you, more than you know.
(sighing)
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.
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. Rochester.
- 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.
- (laughs) Don't you think if I married her,
she would regenerate me with a vengeance?
- Since you asked me, sir, no, I do not.
- You do not like her?
Come, be honest.
- I do not think she is for you.
- Uh-huh.
Presumption.
And who is for me, then?
Have you seen someone you can recommend?
(sighs)
You have grown attached to Thornfield?
- I have been happy here.
- Would it grieve you to leave it?
- Leave it?
- [Edward] When I marry, I should not want to live here.
- Of course.
Adele will go to school.
I will find another post.
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.
But he did not.
Yett my spirit can address yours,
as if both have passed through the grave
and stood before him, equal.
- Jane.
- Let me go, sir.
- I love you.
I love you.
- Please, don't make me foolish.
- Foolish?
I need you.
What is Blanche 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.
- You mean it?
(sighs)
- You torture me with your doubts.
Say yes.
Say yes.
God forgive me.
And let no man meddle with me.
I will keep her.
Keep her.
Pardon me.
You won't mind, uh, leaving Thornfield for this?
- How should I mind if you are here?
- And we'll travel, too.
Do you know, ten years ago, I flew through Europe,
half mad in disgust and rage.
But now, I'll return with an angel as my guide.
(laughs)
- I'm not an angel.
Don't expect it of me.
- What do you expect of me?
- For awhile, you'll be as you are now.
Then you'll turn cool, and capricious, and then stern,
and I'll have much ado to please you.
But when you're well-used to me, perhaps you'll
like me once again.
(tense music)
(soft moaning)
(groaning)
(gasping)
(wagon creaking)
(bell ringing)
- I'd like to see Mr. Rochester.
- He's at the church, sir.
The master's getting married today.
- Have you the ring?
Edward Fairfax Rochester, wilt thou
have this woman for thy lawful wedded wife,
for better or worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness
or in health, until death you do part?
- I will.
- And wilt thou, Jane Eyre, have this man
for thy lawful wedded husband, for better or--
- [Mason] Reverend, stop!
I, I carry insistence of an impediment.
- Proceed.
- [Mason] I can prove my allegation.
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.
She's at Thornfield hall.
- [Reverend] Impossible.
I would know of it.
- I saw her there last April.
She's my sister!
(dramatic music)
I'm sorry, Rochester, but it is not right!
- And by God, it is my right.
Only right to condemn a man to eternal hell.
You shall see my wife, Wood.
I owe you that much.
And this girl, we shall see her, too, Jane.
I insist.
(dramatic music)
(hooves clopping)
Ha!
Get up!
(tense, eerie music)
- This is my wife.
Such is the sole conjugal embrace I am ever to know.
And how are we today, Mrs. Poole?
- We're tolerable, thank you, sir.
Snappish, but not outrageous.
(Bertha grunting)
(sighing)
(tense, eerie music)
- Bertha Mason Rochester.
Mad through three generations, although I in my naivete
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 for the care
of strangers, where they will beat her
and throw cold water on her?
Have you ever been in an asylum?
Well, Bertha,
what shall we do tonight?
Shall I play for you?
And sing?
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?
Shall you?
So.
You've 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 you.
I might as well have lost my life.
- You have lost me, Edward.
And I have lost you.
- No.
Why do you say that to me?
To punish me a little longer?
Jane, I have been through...(sighs)
For the first time,
I have found what I can truly love.
Don't take it away from me.
- I must leave you.
- Jane, will you listen?
- I will not live as your mistress.
- Is that all that's important to you?
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, with no place of my own.
No right to be here.
All rights would be on your side, and 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?
- [Jane] Yes.
- This is wicked.
Who in the world will care what we do?
- I care.
You have a wife still living.
- Living?
Ha!
- She still lives.
In whatever state God has seen fit to visit on her,
she still lives.
She cannot help what she is.
I will not slip past her slyly in the night
to take my place in your bed.
- You fling me back, then?
Of all 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 all I seem to you.
Jane, wait.
Wait.
(dramatic music)
Don't decide too soon.
Wait a while.
Wait just a while.
Jane?
Jane?
Jane?
Jane!
(dramatic music)
Jane!
Jane!
Jane!
Jane?
Jane!
Jane!
(hooves clopping)
Jane, wait.
Just wait.
Jane, wait a while.
Wait just a while.
(thunder roaring)
- [Mary] Who can she be?
- [Diana] She's not from around here,
do you think, St. John?
- I've never seen her.
You collapsed on the moors.
Who are you?
Can we send for someone you know?
- [Mary] I wonder who she is.
- [Diana] She looks refined, not a working woman.
I wonder where she was going?
- Oh, God.
- You know, it does get very dull, here.
St. John often remarks, though what
he should have to complain about,
I'm sure I don't know 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, Di?
As a missionary.
(door creaking)
- We are recovered, I see.
- Yes, Mr. Rivers.
Thanks to all of you.
- Her name is Jane Eyre.
She's a governess.
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.
My sisters seem to have everything arranged.
I'll do what I can.
- Thank,
thank you.
- Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some reading to do.
(tense music)
- [Diana] No, he just stood there,
stuttering, getting quite red in the face.
- Oh, promises settled.
He just likes you.
(soft chattering)
Well, you come and sit here
and you can help me with some of these.
(laughing)
- [Diana] Have you seen him staring
at you in church?
- [Mary] Diana, you go from one extreme to the other.
(chattering)
- Good morning.
- I thought we might go for a walk,
all of us.
- [Mary] Don't you think you walk enough miles
in this parish, St. John?
- I'd like very much to go.
(dramatic music)
- I've, uh, found you some work.
I doubt you'll like it, though.
- I'll be the better judge of that
when you tell me what it is.
(bell ringing)
Lovely church.
It must give you pleasure to work here.
- [St. John] A duty is wearying unto death.
Does that shock you?
- Your sisters told me you wanted to go to India.
- You disapprove?
- One can serve God in many ways.
- I need to serve in a large way.
I have to, I have to serve my savior.
I have to serve my savior.
Do you understand?
And 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.
I have 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 for 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 with us.
- I accept.
(dramatic music)
(chattering)
Music by a check, the rules of our houses,
shapes, the paneling you've seen in church.
All right, children.
You can go and play for ten minutes.
- [Children] Hooray!
(children laughing)
- Jane.
(sighs)
What is it?
I wanted only to know.
(dramatic classical piano music)
(applauding)
- 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.
- Yes, it's hard work
teaching the children all day, St. John.
I think it's time we all went to bed.
- Very well.
Since I'm to be in a minority.
Goodnight, Mary.
- Goodnight. - Diana.
- Goodnight.
Jane, thank you for playing.
- Goodnight.
- Oh, kiss Jane, too, St. John.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
(door creaking)
- Oh, Jane, he likes you.
- (sighs) Goodnight.
Goodnight, Mary.
- Goodnight, Jane.
- [Student] To go back is nothing but death.
To go forward is fear of death,
and life everlasting beyond it.
- I will go forward.
- [Student] So Mistrust and Timorous ran down the hill,
and Christian went on his way.
- All right, children.
You can bring me the book, and go home now.
- [Children] Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
- Thank you, Mary.
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon, sir.
- 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.
What will you do with all your accomplishments?
- Save them till they are wanted.
They will keep.
- Have you ever thought they maybe
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.
I knew, at that moment, that I had 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 woman.
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.
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 thing.
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's service.
I claim you for this great work.
Join me and have no fear.
God will protect you,
for it is his work you have undertaken.
Jane, I leave for India in six weeks.
Come with me.
God intended you to serve as he intended me.
Think what you could do there.
You could run schools, help in hospitals.
It would 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 join 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.
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 if we don't love each other.
- We can learn.
Jane, we'll work.
We'll spend ourselves in the 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.
- [Edward] Jane.
(tense music)
Jane.
Jane.
- No.
I can't marry you.
I could never marry you.
- Jane.
- You say you need me.
The one thing I could give you means nothing to you.
Nothing.
You ask me to marry you
and speak no word of love between us?
Oh, god.
Better to shut me in a tomb and let me die.
For I have been loved, St. John.
Loved.
Oh, dear heaven, I have been loved.
I must go to him.
It may be too late, but I must go.
- You're rejecting God.
- No.
I'm finding him, and his people, and the love
they have for each other.
Each other, St. John.
Each other.
You cannot love just God alone.
(dark, foreboding music)
- Miss Eyre?
- John.
What happened?
- She burnt it.
Set light to it.
It was terrible, Miss Eyre.
She got away from Grace Poole and she climbed onto the roof,
and stood there, shouting.
Mr. Rochester tried to reach her, but she jumped.
She killed herself on the 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 across his face.
He's blind,
stone blind.
(peaceful music)
- Who is there?
Mrs. Fairfax, is that you?
Is anyone there?
Well,
there boy.
(sighs)
There's no one there.
Whom did you think it was, hmm?
Is anyone there, I say?
Who is it?
- It is I.
- Jane?
- Yes.
- Jane?
- Yes.
Yes.
- You mock me.
Is it you, Jane?
Is it really you?
Have you come to visit me?
Didn't think to find me like this, hmm? (chuckles)
What?
Crying?
No need for tears.
How long can you stay?
An hour or two?
Stay a little while.
Or, 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, 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.
You can't be choosy, sir, any more than I.
- (laughs) Perhaps not.
Well, when is this wedding of yours?
I'll, uh, bring Adele home from school.
- Wedding, sir?
- Well, devil take it, didn't you say
you were getting married?
- No, sir.
- Ah.
Well, I'm sure some fool will find you soon enough.
- I hope so, sir.
Some fool
that found me once before.
I've come home, Edward.
Let me stay.
(dramatic classical music)