[dramatic music playing] Sir!

Mr. Rochester, sir!

Wake up!

[tense music playing] For heaven's sake, sir, wake up!

[suspenseful music playing] [grunts] [grunting and panting] Jane, are you hurt?

[panting] No, sir.

But you were nearly killed in your bed.

What happened here?

I don't know.

I heard a noise and I followed it here.

Shall I fetch Mrs. Fairfax?

No.

What can she do?

I must fetch someone to help, sir.

No!

Sit, Jane, quietly.

Wait here for me.

Can you do that?

[dramatic music playing] It's settled.

It's as I thought.

How, sir?

I forgot, did you say you saw anything?

Anyone?

No, I-- I heard a laugh.

I think it was Grace Poole, sir.

Of course.

You're right.

She is a singular sort of person.

She's often careless, and accidents happen.

We'll say no more about it.

Go back to your room.

Servants will be up in an hour or two.

What, are you going without saying good night?

Jane, you just... You just saved my life.

You might at least shake hands.

I knew you'd do me good the first time I met you.

I knew I wouldn't mind being in your debt.

There's no debt, sir.

There is no debt, sir.

I am glad I happened to be awake.

[chuckling] She saves me from an inferno and she's glad she happened to be awake.

Still she tries to go.

I am cold, sir.

Of course.

Of course.

And we agreed that you'd never be cold again.

Well, if you must leave me... you must.

[lulling music playing] [laughs softly] [birds tweeting] It's a mystery how he wasn't burnt in his bed.

He will read with a candle burning.

I've told him how dangerous that is.

-Morning, dear.

-Morning.

[Grace] Morning, Miss.

Morning, Grace.

What has happened here?

Master was reading in bed again.

Fortunately, he woke up and no real harm was done.

That's very strange.

Did no one hear anything?

Mrs. Fairfax said she heard nothing.

She sleeps heavily.

You're young, Miss.

Maybe you heard a noise.

I did.

At first, I thought it was Pilot, but Pilot cannot laugh.

And I'm certain I heard a laugh.

A strange one.

Hardly likely the master would laugh, not when he was in such danger.

I think you must have been dreaming, Miss.

I most certainly was not dreaming.

Did you open your door?

Did you see who or what it was you thought laughed?

On the contrary.

I locked my door.

Very wise.

It would be wise to lock your door the moment you go to bed.

Who knows what might happen?

[Mrs. Fairfax] You're not eating again.

You ate very little at lunchtime, Miss Eyre.

I hope you're not sickening.

You're very flushed.

I'm very well, thank you.

Never better.

[Mrs. Fairfax] Oh, it's a fine night.

On the whole, a very good day for Mr. Rochester's journey.

Journey?

I didn't know he was going out.

Oh, he set off right after breakfast.

He's gone to Mr. Eshton's place, over the other side of Millcote.

He'll likely stay a fortnight or more at the house party.

-A fortnight?

-Yes.

I told you, he's hardly ever here for more than a few days.

[inhales sharply] And you can't say he hasn't been starved of company these last two months.

Oh, I mean, fine and proper company, of course, my dear.

When these fashionable, beautiful people get together, they're in no hurry to separate.

Single gentlemen are especially sought after.

And Mr. Rochester is so talented in society.

The ladies are very fond of him.

He's a very fine singer.

He sings?

Oh, yes.

He and Miss Blanche Ingram sang at a Christmas party here some years ago.

This Miss Ingram, is she very beautiful?

Oh, good Lord, yes.

She has very fine features.

Brilliant eyes.

Very striking.

Well, she's the belle of the county.

She's not yet married?

No.

The Ingram's estate will pass to the son.

The daughters have only small fortunes.

But if she's so very beautiful, she must have wealthy suitors.

Mr. Rochester, for example.

Well, yes, but there is a considerable difference in age.

What of it?

There are more unequal matches made every day.

[laughs] Why yes, dear, but I scarcely think Mr. Rochester would think that a good idea.

You've eaten nothing again.

I'm sure you're sickening for something, and the master's away.

I must decide whether to send for Dr. Crawford.

I am perfectly well, as I said.

Never better.

[Grace] Are you sure you weren't mistaken, Miss Eyre?

You were mistaken, Jane Eyre.

[dramatic music playing] [music continues to play] [Mrs. Fairfax] Miss Blanche Ingram is the most beautiful and accomplished young lady.

She is right and proper company for the master.

[water babbling] [Adele] Miss Eyre, are you sick?

Your cheeks are pink.

It is very hot in here this morning, Adele.

[clears throat] [sighs] Oh!

From the master.

[Mrs. Fairfax sighs] [clears throat] Hmm, well... Well... Mr. Rochester is not likely to return home soon?

[paper crumples] He's returning, all right.

Leah!

Come quickly.

[bell ringing] Can you open all the rooms, all the windows?

Logs over here, please.

In this grate, not upstairs, thank you.

Ah, Mr. Roberts.

Would you be so kind as to joint the meat for me?

Thank you.

The silver needs a thorough polishing, please.

Thank you, Polly.

In the scullery, thank you.

A thorough polishing.

Good, more flowers.

[Adele] Let me help you.

Nice display in the center there, thank you.

Oh, thank goodness.

Now, I wanted an extra four pounds of baking apples and plums.

And can you check for me that they are here?

I would prefer for you to use goose eggs.

If you come with me, I'll show you where we keep them.

Are you sure all this is necessary?

[Mrs. Fairfax] Oh, yes, I think so.

We're not sure how many houseguests he's bringing, but we must be sure to have more than enough to feed them.

Oh, dear, I've never done this before.

But the master's never been home long enough to have a party.

Goose eggs.

[girl] Mrs. Poole gets good wages, I suppose?

Yeah, about five times what I get.

And master's not stingy.

I wonder... [birds tweeting] [horse hooves galloping] [dramatic music playing] I'll race you over to the river.

[horse whinnies] Oh, there they are at last.

[Adele gasps] [woman] Oh, my dear, how lovely it is to meet you.

I must go down and greet them.

That is Mademoiselle Ingram.

She has a French name, Blanche.

And that is her sister.

I think it must be.

And that's Lady Ingram, her mother.

[pensive music playing] [laughing] [murmuring indistinctly] You look alike, move alike, sound alike.

You are, if I may say so, a particularly fine example of the split female embryo.

I hope you'll permit me to ask you some questions?

Oh, of course.

-Everybody is.

-Yes, that's right.

Everyone is interested in us.

Lady Ingram, you don't escape our argument so easily.

Rochester, I don't understand you.

If some people are rich and some poor, then that is God's will.

-So be it, I am satisfied.

-[whispers] Sit down.

[Rochester] I'm sure you are, if you're one of the predetermined rich.

-And it's a scientific fact... -Adele.

...there are so many more who are poor.

Adele.

Sit down, Adele.

...revolutions, can't we talk about something else?

There are children and servants present.

[indistinct chattering] Oh, good Lord.

What on Earth is this?

It is Mr. Rochester's ward, I suppose.

The little French girl.

Mr. Rochester, I thought you were not fond of children.

-I'm not.

-Then what on Earth made you take on that little doll?

-Where did you pick her up?

-I didn't pick her up.

She was left in my hands.

Well, you should send her to school where she belongs.

Well, schools are expensive.

[laughs] But you have a governess, I see.

There, hiding behind the screen.

Now that's expensive, for you have to feed them both.

What are you talking about now, Rochester?

Oh, no.

We don't want Mother getting started on governesses.

We're talking of governesses, Lady Ingram.

Oh, don't mention them.

I'm so glad that Blanche and Mary have no longer any need for them.

Governesses are a nuisance, all of them.

If they're not eating you out of house and home, they're carrying on with the tutor or, even worse, making eyes at the master of the house.

[Rochester] Really?

You surprise me.

[Blanche] Mary, do you remember Miss Twisk, or Twitt, or whatever she was called?

We pretended she was harboring a passion for Bradstock.

It was your idea.

Yes, we were very naughty.

She was so boring, poor thing.

Mother had her leave instantly, in case she should set us a bad moral example.

You cannot be too careful, Rochester, with a young, impressionable mind in the house.

[women laugh] [sighs] [Rochester] How do you do, Jane?

I am very well, sir.

Why did you not come up and speak to me?

I did not wish to disturb you.

You seemed engaged, sir.

It is a while since we've seen each other.

What have you been doing?

Nothing in particular.

Teaching Adele, of course.

You look a good deal paler.

What's the matter?

Nothing at all, sir.

[Rochester] Then return to the drawing room.

-I am tired, sir.

-[Rochester] Hmm.

And a little depressed, I think.

What about?

Tell me.

I am not depressed.

I tell you that you are.

So depressed that you're almost... let me look at you.

You're about to cry.

Tell me, Jane, why are you crying?

I am not crying.

[breathes shakily] Tonight you're excused.

But I expect you to appear in the drawing room every evening after dinner.

Every evening, mind.

It is my wish.

[birds squawk] [indistinct chattering] [woman] Where did I put it?

I'm sure I left it somewhere here.

Miss Eyre.

Why are you not dressed for riding?

I do not ride, sir.

Well, then you must learn.

Come, join us by the fire.

[man] We will not be able to hunt today, I'm afraid, with the weather so changeable.

No, or go on a walk.

And my book has gone missing again.

My book, you know, The Beast Within.

Oh, I wish you wouldn't, my dear.

How do you dare read those novels?

Oh, but it's very exciting.

It is about a man who commits a crime.

He spends the dark hours raging about like an animal and then, in the morning, he goes about his business and no one suspects a thing.

[George] Nonsense!

You don't think it possible that someone who seems perfectly serene and unspectacular from the outside could be capable of committing horrific crimes?

Certainly not a Christian man.

Although I'm sure that Mr. Eshton has all sorts of new ideas about that.

For once, I must admit ignorance.

The brain is a vast and wonderful landscape.

We've not even begun to navigate its mysteries.

We do not know why it malfunctions.

We are in the very infancy of its science.

Science again.

You make it all sound so very grand.

God gives people good blood and bad blood, and there is an end to it.

When Mary and I were in Paris, we went to see the savage boy.

The one who had lived all his life in the woods and could only talk a little gibberish, if you could call it "talked."

That's what I'm talking about.

That child had bad blood.

You can clean it, dress it up, but you will never make it good.

You were born bad, Jane Eyre, and you will die bad!

Miss Eyre, is it your opinion that children are born the way God intended them to be, that bad blood will always be bad blood?

Or can you discipline such a child?

Excuse me?

Of course you should.

That's common sense.

I think it wise that since we must live with the adult...

I think it prudent to treat a child as if they had feelings.

[laughs] Really?

Feelings.

A child has no more feelings than that dog over there.

I would have thought that if you...

Please, Miss Eyre, continue.

Mr. Eshton wishes to hear your opinion.

I think that all children... whether they are thought to be of good blood or bad blood... deserve to be given the chance to love... and to be loved.

I do not see the use of punishing a child with beatings and harsh words.

"What's the use of punishment"?

From a governess!

You must send that child off to school immediately, Rochester.

All this talk of tainted blood is wearisome.

I know my blood's up.

You're the best horsewoman in the county.

Shall we ride?

[uplifting music playing] [speaking French] Shall we go?

Oh, now, there it is.

There is my book, The Beast Within, sitting there all the time.

No, but I'm sure I looked there this morning.

Maybe the ghost took it.

The ghost?

The ghost.

Sophie says it walks the corridors at night.

It eats the gateaux from the kitchen and it laughs in the dark.

-[thunder crashes] -[ladies scream] [Blanche] A ghost at Thornfield?

How exciting.

You never mentioned it.

She walks in the corridor with the painting of the mad people.

Sophie says she goes cold and shivers when she-- [Rochester] Sophie is from Marseilles, She wears three or four outer garments, even in July.

Our English weather feeds her overactive French imagination.

Oh, you disappoint me.

[birds tweeting] [ominous music playing] [ghostly voices chattering] Morning.

[Mr. Eshton] You don't think it possible that someone who seems perfectly serene and unspectacular from the outside could hide a beast within them?

I'll be away all day on business.

I'm sure you'll be able to amuse yourselves.

Don't be too late.

I'll be back by sundown.

Don't misbehave now.

I think that gown Miss Blanche Ingram has, the blue, I think it the most beautiful dress I have ever seen.

-[horse hooves clopping] -It is Mr. Rochester!

He is back!

You said we could finish.

He's early.

[Adele] Oh!

Who is this?

He is très beau, Mademoiselle, n'est-ce pas?

[Sir George] A foreigner, I think.

Although quite a nice chap.

Mason's the name.

Says he met Rochester in the West Indies.

I think the twins have taken a bit of a shine to him.

Speak up, man.

What's the matter?

It's an old gypsy lady, Madam.

Uh, come to tell fortunes.

She refuses to leave, and with the master away-- Tell her to go, or we'll set the dogs on her.

No, no, tell her to stay.

There are ladies present who wish to have their fortunes told.

[Colonel Dent] But what would Rochester say?

Well, he's not here, is he?

I'm brave enough if you aren't.

[both giggling and clapping] -Bonjour!

-Oh!

[women laughing] [speaking French] [door closes] Bonjour, mon cherie.

-Mwah!

-Blanche!

What happened?

What did the gypsy lady say to you?

Rochester was right.

She talked absolute nonsense.

Nothing in it.

You can amuse yourselves with her if you want.

[woman] Yes!

[Sir George] I'm sorry, Miss.

She said she wouldn't leave until she had seen everyone, and you're the only one who hasn't had her fortune told.

She would not leave until I had brought you here.

[Jane] That's all right, George.

Don't worry.

I'll wait outside in case there's trouble.

No, George.

You may go.

I'm not frightened.

You're not afraid.

Of course not.

Do you wish me harm?

The others were afraid of my magic, of my dark arts.

Of what I knew of their worst thoughts and desires.

Surely you noticed that some who entered this room with confidence are now disappointed with what I revealed?

Do you not believe in hell and the supernatural, Miss Eyre?

I believe what I believe.

You're a very confident young woman for someone who's never loved.

Who has had only had one true friend... who was snatched away prematurely.

Where was it?

Lowood School.

There now.

I've impressed you.

These matters are not generally known, for sure.

But they are facts.

They are the truth.

You may have found them out by mortal means.

[chuckles] Well said, Miss Eyre.

I can see I'm gonna have to prove my powers... to see into your soul, to reveal a hidden secret that no one else could possibly know.

What were your thoughts, for instance, when you came to me this evening?

It's very pleasant company, is it not, such as you've never known.

And after the long months here alone at Thornfield with only the child and the housekeeper.

What do you think of them?

I do not think of them.

Of their opinions and their tastes.

I do not care for theirs any more than I'm sure they care for mine.

Is there no one in the company who you share feelings with?

What about the master of the house?

He is not here today.

He is soon to be married, is he not, to the beautiful Blanche Ingram?

I don't know.

I thought it was you that could predict the future.

Anyway, I have paid you for my future, not Mr. Rochester's.

Oh, Mr. Rochester is to be married.

I know that for sure.

Everyone does.

Oh.

I see that this news affects you.

You talk nonsense, old lady.

I shall leave you now and send in the next fool.

It is over.

What do you wish me to do?

What is it?

Who is there?

Show yourself immediately or I'll call a servant!

Sir.

[laughing] Thank you.

You've done well today.

You've, uh, given me a deal to think about and amused me greatly.

[door opens] [laughs] Now, Jane, don't be too cross.

I'm not angry.

I'm surprised.

Oh, surely you don't begrudge me this little diversion.

The old lady provided me with an afternoon's amusement, and our guests were given a mirror to hold up to themselves.

Not undeservedly, surely?

They are your guests, sir, not mine.

I believe you got that woman in to talk nonsense to me so that I might talk nonsense back, and that was not fair, sir.

No.

No, it was not fair.

But how else am I to find out what you think, Jane?

But don't worry.

You didn't talk nonsense.

So, uh, all's well, isn't it?

And you're not angry with me?

I don't know.

I'll have to think about it.

But I expect I'll manage to forgive you eventually.

[chuckles] Aren't you curious to find out what my gypsy predicted for Miss Ingram?

I bet the drawing room's buzzing with excitement.

They have plenty to discuss, sir.

Even the stranger who arrived this morning.

-What stranger?

-His name is Mason.

I believe he's visiting from overseas.

[ominous music playing] What is it, sir?

Oh, Jane.

I wish I were on a desert island somewhere... with only you for company.

Tell me.

If all those people in the drawing room, if they cast me out and spat at me... what would you do?

I should try to comfort you, sir.

Can I help you, sir?

I'd do anything for you.

What if I asked you to do something for me that was wrong?

I know, I know.

I know the answer, Jane.

You could not.

Thank you.

Jane.

Do you believe in redemption?

If you have sinned, you can be redeemed.

[door closes] [screaming] [gasps] [breathing heavily] [voices murmuring distantly] -[woman] What was it?

-Did you hear it?

Really, I only go away for a day on business, and you over-excite yourselves like children with your occult games and conversations.

But we all heard a cry.

-Didn't we, Lady Lynn?

-[Lady Lynn] Yes!

[Blanche] Surely we all heard something?

[Rochester] Someone had a bad dream, brought on by a combination of the visit from our gypsy friend and too much grouse at dinner.

[Blanche] Are you sure?

We're all safe?

I am sure.

Anyway, my Amazon, what have you to fear from the night hours?

[laughs] It's bad enough having strange shrieking, never mind governesses creeping up on us.

She's pale as a ghost.

Well, my lady, I shall escort you back to your room personally.

Come, everyone, back to bed.

[indistinct chatter] [ominous music playing] [knocking at door] I'm ready.

Are you hurt, sir?

It's nothing.

Come, we must be silent.

Are we going to the North Tower?

Do you want to go back?

No, sir.

[ominous music playing] I forgot to ask, do you faint at the sight of blood?

I don't know.

Wait here.

Here.

[Rochester grunting and panting] [locks clanging] [door creaking open] -[door slams] -[locks tumbling] [door creaks] [both breathing heavily] [lock clicking] [door creaks open] [Rochester] Richard.

Huh?

[Rochester] Jane, come here.

You must press this hard on the wound.

I'm going now to get the doctor.

He'll have you good as new by morning.

[whispers] Richard, do not say anything of what has happened, or I will not be responsible.

Jane, I have to leave you here while I'm gone for an hour or so.

No conversation.

[door closes] [door latch bolts] [animal squawks] [groans softly] -I could not stop her.

-Shh.

Be calm.

She has killed me.

[doorknob rattling violently] [intense music playing] [wind gusts and echoes] -[doorknob rattling continuous] -You will not die.

I will not let you die.

[birds tweeting] [breathing weakly] [footsteps approaching] Sh-she's done for me.

[Rochester] Nonsense.

The doctor's here.

You're in no danger.

There are teeth marks here.

She sucked my blood.

She said she would drain my heart.

I warned you.

I told you not to do anything until I could be with you.

Hurry up, Carter.

We need him out of here before sunrise.

[door creaks open] Take care of him at your house.

I'll ride over in a day or two to see how he does.

[doctor] Very well.

Edward, take care of her as tenderly as you can.

I'll do my best, as I always have and always will.

[thumps carriage] [carriage trundles away] Stay a while outside with me.

This house is a dungeon.

It's a prison.

It's a lovely morning after such a turbulent night, eh, Jane?

Yes, sir.

Were you frightened?

I was afraid, sir.

[indistinct chattering] No, I shall not attempt to do that again.

Quietly, go in the back entrance.

[dramatic music playing] -[gasps softly] -Everything all right, Miss?

What do you want?

Mrs. Fairfax asked me to tell you, you have a visitor.

[footsteps recede] And I'm hoping you're not going to disappear once more on your travels.

I suppose you might like to travel yourself one day.

Does Miss Eyre need to speak to you?

Excuse me.

Well, Jane?

Sir, I need to have a leave of absence for a week or two.

To see a sick lady who has asked for me.

What sick lady?

Her name is Reed.

She is my uncle's wife.

Uncle?

You told me you had no family.

My aunt cast me off when I went to school.

Why?

Because I was poor.

And she did not like me.

And she sent you to Lowood without so much as a word or a visit in nearly 10 years?

So why does she suddenly wish to see you now?

Her son John is dead.

He ruined himself.

She is now struck down with his misfortune.

I'll only be gone two weeks, I hope.

Two weeks?

That's not possible.

And you have company, sir.

[sighs] Very well.

But promise me that you will not stay with this undeserving aunt more than a week.

I cannot promise.

She is dying.

I cannot set a time on that.

Of course you will go.

How have I the power to stop you?

Well, you must have some money.

You can't travel without money.

I haven't given you any salary yet, remember?

How much have you, Jane?

In all the world?

Five shillings, sir.

Here.

-Take 50 pounds.

-No, sir.

You only owe me 15, I have no change.

I don't want change, Jane.

You know that.

Take your wages.

You're right.

Better not give you all that.

You might stay away for three months.

Here, there's 10.

-Well, isn't that enough?

-Yes, sir.

[chuckles] But you will still owe me five.

Then come back for it.

Sir.

I have to ask you something else.

A matter of business.

You have as good as said you intend to be married.

Really?

That's been settled then, has it?

You've decided Miss Ingram is to be my bride.

Now I see it.

You're gonna prevail upon this miserable family to find you a new situation.

-Ungrateful girl, admit it.

-No sir, I told you.

They do not like me, sir.

To offer such a service... -I shall advertise.

-Devil you will!

Advertise.

I wish I had only offered you a sovereign, not ten whole pounds.

Give me back nine.

Jane, I have need of it.

No, sir.

I do not trust you.

Hmm.

So, Jane... etiquette.

How do we say goodbye?

Teach me.

I'm, uh...

I'm not quite up to it.

You say, "Farewell," or anything else we might prefer.

Farewell, Mr. Rochester, for the present.

And what must I say in return?

The same, if you like.

Then I will say... Don't go, Jane.

What'll I do without your help?

Sir, you will not be in danger.

[Blanche] Rochester!

-Edward!

-Sir, please.

[footsteps recede] [dramatic music playing] [man] Move along.

[dramatic music playing] [wheezing breaths] [dramatic music playing]