Jane Eyre Page #5

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You have my full

and free forgiveness.

I wish she would come back.

Mademoiselle!

I thought you'd left for good.

I told you I'd come back.

You said a week.

It's almost a month.

Forgive me, Adele.

Mr. Rochester

is sending me to school.

I was afraid I'd be gone

and never see you again.

To school?

To Paris.

A school for young ladies.

Adele.

Tell cook

Miss Eyre has returned.

Another place at dinner.

I'll ask her

to make a cake.

So, you came back after all?

As I promised.

As you promised.

You are very quiet

this evening.

What's on your mind?

Many things, sir.

My aunt's death.

Being back at Thornfield.

And?

Adele tell me you are sending

her away to school.

Yes.

It's a good idea, don't you think?

Paris is her home after all.

May I ask why, sir?

I thought you might

have guessed.

Perhaps...

because you're

going to be married.

Exactly.

Precisely.

With your usual acuteness,

you have hit the nail on the head.

I am to be married.

Which means Adele

will go to school.

You'll need another situation.

I will advertise directly...

No, you will not.

I have heard of a position

that might suit you.

Governess to 5 daughters

of a family in Ireland.

It is a long way off.

A girl of your sense

won t object to the voyage.

But the distance...

And the sea is a barrier.

From what, Jane?

From England, sir.

And from Thornfield.

And...

Sometimes I have the strangest

feeling about you...

Especially when you are near,

like now.

It is as though I had a string

tied here, under my rib,

where my heart is.

Tightly knotted to you...

in a similar fashion.

When you go to Ireland,

with all that distance

between us,

I'm afraid this cord

will be snapped...

and I shall bleed inwardly.

But you are sensible.

You'll forget.

I'll never forget!

I wish I had never been born.

I wish I'd never come

to Thornfield.

There are other houses just as fine.

How can you be so stupid?

How can you be so cruel?

I may be poor and plain,

but I'm not without feelings.

It's not the house,

but the life here.

I was not trampled on.

I was not excluded.

I was treated as an equal.

And so you are, Jane.

And so...

And so...

Yes, so, sir...

And yet not so,

for you are a married man.

Or as good as married.

Let me go.

Be still.

Don't struggle. You are like

a bird clawing at its cage.

I'm no caged bird. I'm

a free human being, independent,

with a will of my own.

Then stay.

Stay and marry me.

How dare you make fun of me?

I mean it.

Stay at Thornfield.

Be my wife.

What of Miss Ingram?

I don't love her,

nor does she love me.

Jane, you strange,

almost unearthly thing,

I love you

as my own flesh.

I beg of you to marry me.

Say Edward, give me my name.

Say Edward, I will marry you.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, Edward.

I hardly know what to say.

I'm so astonished,

I feel I must have been dreaming.

I thought Mr. Rochester

came in here

and said...

that in a month's time

you were to be his wife.

He said the same to me.

You know how much I like you,

Jane, but...

you're so young...

and little acquainted with men.

I have noticed

Mr. Rochester is growing

fondness for you...

And I have wanted

so many times...

for your sake,

to put you on your guard.

Why?

There is an old saying...

all is not gold

that glitters'.

And in this case I fear...

something different...

may be found...

from what you or I expect.

Is it impossible

that Mr. Rochester

should have a sincere

affection for me?

Oh, no, no.

It is not that,

my dear, it's...

He is a proud man.

All the Rochesters

were proud.

And gentlemen in his station

are not accustomed to marrying

their governesses.

Now, then...

Let's try the cape on,

shall we?

There... Turn around.

Turn around, dear.

Oh, you look beautiful.

Have you been to the chapel?

Yes sir, the parson just arrived.

The carriage?

The horses have been harnessed.

We'll leave the moment it s over.

Yes, sir.

Jane!

Yes, I'm here.

Any regrets?

Adele is away at school. She'd have

loved to see me in this dress.

I will have a portrait painted

and sent to her.

Like this,

with the morning light above you.

We are gathered together

in the sight of God...

to join together

this man and this woman

in Holy Matrimony.

,... so many as are coupled together

but as God's word

both allow,

are not joined by God...

The marriage cannot go on.

I declare an impediment.

Continue, sir.

I cannot.

What is the nature

of this impediment?

Mr. Rochester

is a married man.

Who are you?

My name is Briggs.

I'm a lawyer.

I was engaged to look after

the interests

of your wife.

There is no wife!

'I affirm and can prove that

on the 20th day of October 1829,

Edward Fairfax Rochester of

Thornfield Hall, was married

to my sister,

Bertha Antoinetta.

A copy of the wedding

certificate is now

in my possession.

Signed, Richard Mason.

That proves I have been married,

not that the women is still living.

She was living three months ago.

I have a witness to the fact.

Produce him, damn you!

Sir, do not forget you are in

a sacred place.

Have the goodness

to step forward, sir.

Mason!

Close your book.

There'll be no wedding.

What these men say is true.

I have been married...

the woman to whom

I was married lives still.

Come to the house,

all of you...

and meet Grace Pooles patient...

My wife!

Stay out of the way, Grace.

Be careful, sir.

She's a bit snappish.

She's seen you, sir,

you'd better not stay.

We'd better leave.

You stay here!

This is my wife.

Your sister, Mason.

Look at her. She is mad.

So was her mother.

So was her grandmother.

Three generations

of violent lunacy.

I wasn't told

about that,

was I, Mason?

Or I was told about

was that my father had made a

suitable match to prop up

his dwindling fortune

and give your family

the Rochester name.

I did what I was told!

And Bertha

was kept away from me

untiI the wedding.

It was cleverly done.

Everyone got what they wanted

except me.

Even

she is better off here than

she would be in a lunatic asylum...

but I have spent

the last 15 years in torment.

So what I...

what I wish to have.

This young girl who stands

so grave and quiet to the month

of Hell.

Look at the difference

Then judge me!

Priest on the gospell

and man of the law

and remenber with what judgement

he judge he

Bertha!

No, Madame.

Hold her down!

Keep calm, lass, calm.

Hold her, Grace.

Take care.

Calm, calm, lass.

I love you.

Say you love me.

I love you more than ever.

But this is the last time

I shall ever say it.

I must leave you.

Don't leave me, Jane!

The horse!

Mr. Rochester!

Mr. Rochester!

The house, sir!

Trust me, Bertha, trust me.

Leah...

John, wheres Mr. Rochester?

Mr. Rochester, help me!

Help me, somebody!

Bertha.

Bertha, come close to me,

don't be afraid.

Come to me.

Please, give me your hand.

Bertha, come to me.

No.

I would never harm you.

Don't be afraid.

Come to me.

Please.

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