Jane Eyre

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My parents died when

I was very young.

I was sent to live with my aunt,

Mrs Reed and had

children at Gates at Hall.

The nany 10 years I endured

their unkindness and cruelty.

They did not love me,

I could not love them.

You'll stay there 'till morning.

Aunt, no, I cannot endure it.

You'll do as you are told.

The Reverend Mr. Brocklehurst, Madame.

John.

Good afternoon,

Mr. Brocklehurst.

Mrs. Reed.

Do come this way.

My children.

Enchanting.

Tea?

Perhaps just this once.

Pray, be seated.

John, dear,

would you go and find that

wretched girl?

Yes, mama.

This has been a very

difficult decision, Mr. Brocklehurst.

Come on!

She s going!

Hooray! She'll never like it.

I can't believe it.

Her mother...

was my late husband's sister.

She married a clergyman,

penniless.

Then both parents died

of typhus when she was

a few months old.

Are you her only relative?

There is...

an uncle.

Her father's brother.

But he lives abroad in...

Madeira,

I know nothing of him.

Go on.

I have done what I can

for the child,

but she has a

willful obstinate nature.

Ah, here she is.

This is Jane Eyre.

Jane, this is Mr. Brocklehurst

of Lokwood School.

How do you do, sir?

I hear you are a wicked child,

Jane Eyre.

Let me examine you.

Do you know where

the wicked go after death?

To Hell.

What is Hell?

Can you tell me that?

A pit full of fire.

And should you like to fall

into that pit

and to burn there forever?

No, sir.

What must you do

to avoid it?

Keep well and not die.

It is as I said.

You must warn her teachers

to keep an eye on her,

and to guard

against her worst fault,

her tendency to deceit.

Deceit?

We do not tolerate that

at Lokwood.

That's why I wrote to you.

I want her to be

brought up in a manner

befitting her prospects.

To be made useful,

to be kept humble.

And... As for the vacations...

I would prefer...

if she spent them...

with you.

Of course.

Come.

Deceit is a sin.

It is akin to falsehood.

And all liars shall

spend eternity in that lake,

burning with

brimstone and fire.

I m not deceitful.

I beg your pardon?

I'm not deceitful,

and I m not a liar.

If I were,

I should say I loved you.

I do not love you,

I dislike you worst of anybody

in the world...

except your son.

Your bags, Jane Eyre.

Did you see

what a wicked child she is?

Have no fear, Mrs. Reed,

at Lokwood we shall

tame her unruly spirit.

The stool.

Place this child upon it.

You see this...

this girl?

Her name is Jane Eyre.

Be on your guard

against her.

Avoid her company.

Shut her out

of your conversations.

This girl,

take a good look at her,

this girl is a liar.

Let her stand there all day.

She shall have no food.

And let no one speak to her.

Alice.

Pay attention.

Back to your lessons.

Forgive me, Lord,

for Thy dear son,

the ill that I this day

have done.

That with the world,

myself

and Thee,

I, here I sleep,

at peace may be.

Let her sing.

O may my soul

on Thee repose,

and with sweet sleep

mine eyelids close.

Sleep that may me

more vigorous make

to serve my God

when I awake.

Jane.

What?

Some bread and cheese.

Thank you.

What s your name?

Helen Burns.

Thank you, Helen.

God bless you.

And you too, Jane.

Goodnight.

Hands...

Bonnet...

Shoes.

Hands.

Bonnet.

Bonnet, Jones!

Burns, you are on the side

of your shoes.

Your toes out immediately.

Your chin is poking out.

Your head up!

I will not have

you so slovenly.

Cover your mouth!

Dirty, disagreeable girl.

You haven't cleaned

your nails.

The water was frozen.

That is no excuse.

Fetch me the birch.

Obstinate girl.

Nothing will cure you

of your

slatternly habits.

Sorry, Miss Scatcherd.

Put it away.

Cleanliness...

is next to Godliness.

Time for your lessons.

You destroyed our day now!

No one likes you.

Go sit down,

I'll see you in a minute.

Who taught you to draw?

I taught myself.

I used to look at

my Aunt s books

and copy the pictures.

You draw very well.

Not really.

You do. You have a gift.

You re lucky.

Helen.

Can I draw a portrait of you?

Me?

Yes.

Take off your bonnet,

you have pretty hair.

...seem fit to

burden us once more.

Who's that girl

with red hair?

Burns, sir. Helen Burns.

Burns, step forward.

Vanity.

You see this vanity?

Long curled hair,

masses of red curls.

In defiance of our principles.

You know that.

It was my fault, sir.

I told her to take it off.

It s not her bonnet.

It s her hair, her vanity.

It's not vanity, Mr. Brocklehurst.

Helen s

hair curls naturally.

And does she not sin

naturally as well?

I'm hear teach you discipline.

I am here to correct nature,

So are you Miss Temple.

I'll arrange it so

it doesn't offend you.

Offending me is not the issue.

The child's

vanity must be suppressed.

Remove far from me

vanity and lies.

Proverbs.

Chapter 30, verse8.

Her hair shall be cut off.

No!

Did someone speak?

You'd punish her for the way

God made her?

Fetch the scissors.

You, Jane Eyre.

Did you hear?

I will not ask you again.

Your hair will

grow again soon.

And if it is cut again,

it will grow again.

And it will be

more beautiful than before.

Come, into bed.

I'm sure you feel

sorry for yourselves.

I m sure you all

envy other girls who seem

to be blessed with happier lives.

But you...

have all been blessed

with intelligence.

Intelligence

and a proper education

will give you independence

of spirit,

and that is

the greatest blessing of all.

The only thing that matters

in your life

is to be in harmony

with God.

What is this?

Come, into bed.

Go to bed!

Immediately!

All of you!

Miss Temple!

I m worried about Helen Burns.

Her cough is worse.

Most of them have a cough.

I think we should call the doctor.

Only Mr. Brocklehurst

can do that.

Then I shall talk with him.

No, Miss Temple.

I will.

Helen?

Jane?

Is that you?

What are you doing here?

Lt's gone eleven.

I couldnt sleep

'till I'd seen you.

Your feet are bare.

Lie down.

Cover yourself

with my quilt.

Don't cry.

You mustn't cry.

Please don't leave me.

We'll be together again.

When?

Where?

be together

In Heaven...

forever, and always.

Will we?

Don't you believe that?

I don't know.

You must believe it, Jane.

You must believe...

God will take care of us.

Goodnight,

dearest Jane.

Helen!

Mr. Brocklehurst.

Mr. Brocklehurst.

I've found her, sir.

Burns.

Burns.

I'll tend to it.

Don't grieve, Jane.

She's gone to a better place.

May God have mercy

on her soul.

Come, Jane.

Hurry, the coach is here.

I hope you don't think

I'm ungrateful.

Ungrateful,

what do you mean?

Eversince I've come to Lokwood,

you've been my one friend.

Apart from Helen.

I feel I'm abandoning you.

No, no.

You mustn't think that.

No. It's good

and proper for you

to start a new life.

I wish you could come.

Thank you.

But...

I believe it is God's will

I'm here.

I cannot leave.

God bless you.

How much further?

If Miss Eyre,

who advertised in the Yorkshire

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