Jane Eyre

I will die.

St. John?

I found her at the door.

She's white as death.

Hannah,

some of that hot milk.

St. John, we would have stumbled

upon her corpse in the morning.

And she would have haunted

us for turning her away.

She's no

vagrant. I'm sure of it.

There's milk for you.

Here.

Ask her, her name.

What's your name?

Jane Eyre.

Tell us how

we may help you.

Your name?

Where are you?

Must hide...

St. John, we must

get her warm.

ST. JOHN

Let us take her upstairs.

Will she die?

Where are you, rat?

I know you're here.

If you crawl out and say,

"Forgive me, Master Reed,"

I might consider it.

- Mama.

- John.

There you are.

That book

belongs to me, rat.

It belongs to

my Uncle Reed.

Spoilt, miserable brat!

- Mama!

- For shame!

Mama!

You wretched imp!

She attacked me.

- I hate you, John Reed! I hate you!

- Hilary, take her! Take her!

Lock her in the red room.

No!

Please, please! No, it's

haunted. Please. It's haunted! No!

Please! Please!

If you don't sit still,

you will be tied down!

What we do is

for your own good.

Pray for forgiveness,

Miss Eyre,

or something bad will come down

that chimney and fetch you away.

Let me out, please! Have

mercy, Aunt Reed! Please!

Do you know, Jane Eyre, where

the wicked go after death?

They go to hell.

And what is hell?

A pit full of fire.

Should you like

to fall into this pit

and be burned

there forever?

No, sir.

How might

you avoid it?

I must keep in good

health and not die.

What is her parentage?

She's an orphan.

Her mother was

my husband's sister.

On his deathbed he

exhorted me to care for her.

I have always treated her

as one of my own.

If you accept her at Lowood

School, Mr. Brocklehurst,

keep a strict eye on her.

She has a heart of spite,

and I'm sorry to say that her

worst fault is that of deceit.

You can rest assured

that we shall root out

the wickedness

in this small,

ungrateful plant.

And as

for its vacations,

it must spend them

all at Lowood.

You may leave.

You said I was a liar.

I'm not.

If I were, I should say

I loved you, and I don't.

I dislike you worse than

anybody in the world.

People think you are good, but

you're bad and hard-hearted.

I'll let everyone know

what you have done.

Children must be corrected

for their faults.

Deceit is not my fault.

But you are passionate.

My Uncle Reed is in heaven,

so are my mother and father.

They know how you hate me and

wish me dead. They can see.

They see everything you do and

they will judge you, Mrs. Reed.

Get out.

Next.

Show me your hands.

Stop there.

Very grand.

Next.

Step out

of your fine dress.

Stay there.

Show me your hands.

My name

is Jane Elliott.

Who can we send

for to help you?

No one.

I mustn't ever be found.

Join me to Thyself

with an inseparable

band of love.

For Thou,

even Thou alone,

dost satisfy him

that loveth Thee.

And without Thee, all

things are vain and empty.

Amen.

Amen.

It's wonderful to see

you up, Miss Elliott.

Last week we thought

we'd be escorting your remains

to an unmarked grave.

She read

The Bride of Lindorf

and suddenly it's all woebegone

maidens and dramatic deaths.

I'm sorry to have

caused so much trouble.

Nonsense.

You're the most exciting

thing that's happened here

since St. John's sermon

on the fall of Babylon.

I hope I'll not be eating

long at your expense, Mr. Rivers.

Then tell me where

to place you.

Show me where to seek

work, that is all I ask.

You're not fit enough

to work. Is she, Di?

No. Stay with us.

You return to your posts

at the end of the month.

What must

Miss Elliott do then?

I'll endeavor to help you,

if that's what you wish.

With all my heart, sir.

This school you

were at, Miss Elliott,

this charitable institution,

what did it prepare you for?

Was it a thorough education?

Most thorough.

A little wit...

A little wit...

...will serve...

...will serve...

...a fortunate man.

...a fortunate man.

Again. A little wit...

A little wit...

...will serve...

...will serve...

...a fortunate man.

...a fortunate man.

Burns!

I will not have you

before me in that attitude.

All rise.

I see you are mortifying

this girl's flesh.

Sir, she was not...

It is your mission to render

her contrite and self-denying.

Continue.

The new girl.

This is the pedestal

of infamy,

and you will remain

upon it all day long.

You will have neither

food nor drink,

for you must learn how barren

is the life of a sinner.

Children, I exhort you

to shun her, exclude her,

shut her out

from this day forth.

Withhold the hand

of friendship

and deny your love

to Jane Eyre,

the liar.

How do you bear

being struck?

Miss Scatcherd hits me

to improve me.

She's tormented

by my faults.

If she hit me,

I'd get that birch

and break it

under her nose.

She'd find another

soon enough.

My father used to preach

that life's too short

to spend in nursing

animosity.

At my aunt's house, I

was solitary and despised.

She thought I could do without

one bit of love or kindness.

You are loved.

There's an invisible world

all around you,

a kingdom of spirits

commissioned to guard you, Jane.

Do you not see them?

Jane?

Have you something

for me to do?

You're doing

something already.

May I see?

These are wonderful.

St. John...

No, Mary, please...

See how skilled Jane is.

Is this how you perceive

me, Miss Elliott?

Well. How fierce I am.

Jane.

You're freezing.

Your little feet are bare.

Come into bed

and cover yourself.

How are you?

I'm happy, Jane.

I'm going home.

Back to your father?

I'm going to God.

Don't be sad.

You have a passion

for living, Jane.

And one day you'll

come to the region of bliss.

Don't leave me.

I like to have you near.

I will not leave you.

No one shall

take me from you.

Helen!

Helen!

Mr. Rivers? I wondered if you had

yet heard of any work I could do.

I found you a situation

some time ago,

but I've delayed telling you because the

work is lowly and I fear you'll scorn it.

I shan't mind what I do.

When I took over the parish

two years ago, it had no school.

I opened one for boys. I now

intend to open one for girls.

The schoolmistress will have a

cottage paid for by benefactors

and she'll receive

15 a year.

You can see how humble,

how ignoble it is.

Mr. Rivers,

thank you.

I accept.

With all my heart.

But you comprehend me?

'Tis a village school,

cottagers' daughters.

What will you do with all

your fine accomplishments?

I will save them till they're

wanted. They will keep.

Jane.

You will be quite

alone here.

I'm not afraid

of solitude.

This is my first home

where I am neither dependent

nor subordinate to anyone.

Thank you, Mr. St. John.

It is small and plain,

as I told you.

Then it'll suit me

very well.

Safe journey,

Miss Eyre. Godspeed.

Goodbye, Miss Eyre.

- Safe journey.

- Thank you.

Bye, Miss Eyre.

Bye, Miss Eyre.

Girls!

Goodbye.

Thornfield, Miss.

Wait here, Miss.

How do you do,

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