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She survived,destined for something more!
Jane Eyre – film transcript
〈一〉
My parents died when I was very young. I was sent to live with my aunt, Mrs Reed, and her children at Gateshead Hall. For nearly ten years I enjoyed their unkindness and cruelty. They did not love me, I could not love them.
You have no money, you ought to beg!
Why should you stay here and have the same meals as we do?
Why do you wear clothes at Mama’s expense?
You’ll stay there until the morning.
Oh aunt, no, no, I cannot endure it.
You will do as you are told.
The Reverend Mr Brocklehurst is here, Madam.
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 and bring her down?
Yes, mama.
This has been, of course, a very difficult decision for me, Mr Brocklehurst.
Come on!
She’s going! Great!
Hooray! She’ll never like it.
I cannot believe it.
Her mother was my late husband’s sister. She married a clergyman. Penniless.
Anyway, both parents died of typhus at the time when the child was but a few months old.
Are you her only living relative?
There is... an uncle. Her father’s brother. But he lives abroad in... Madeira, I think. I know nothing about him.
Go on.
I have done what I can for the child but she has a wilful obstinate nature.
Ah, here she is.
This is Jane Eyre.
Jane, this is Mr Brocklehurst of Lowood School.
How do you do, sir?
I hear you’re 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, sir.
It is as I said. You must warn her teachers to keep a strict eye on her,
and above all to guard against her worst fault, her tendency to deceit.
Deceit? We do not tolerate that at Lowood.
That is why I wrote to you.
I would like 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. For if I were, I should say that 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 Lowood we shall tame her unruly spirit.
〈ニ〉
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 on the stool 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 with us.
Oh, 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. Jane.
What?
Some bread and some cheese.
Thank you.
What is your name?
Helen Burns.
Thank you, Helen. God bless you.
And you too, Jane. Goodnight.
Jane, Jane, get dressed. Put your clothes on, hurry.
Hands... Bonnet... Toes. Hands. Bonnet.
Bonnet, Jones!
Burns, you’re standing on the side of your shoe. Turn your toes out immediately! And your chin is poking out. Draw it in! Hold your head up!
I will not have you standing in front of me in that slovenly way.
Cover your mouth! Dirty, disagreeable girl. You haven’t cleaned your finger nails this morning.
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, girls.
Come in! You destroyed our game now! No one likes you.
Go and sit down. I’ll see you in a minute.
Who taught you to draw?
I taught myself. I used to look at books at my Aunt Reed’s house and then tried to 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 such 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. It is in defiance of every precept and principle of this school. You know that as well as I do.
It was my fault, sir. I told her to take off her bonnet.
I don’t care about her bonnet. It’s her hair, her curls, her vanity.
It is not vanity, Mr Brocklehurst. Helen’s hair curls naturally.
And does she not sin naturally as well? I’m here to teach you discipline. I am here to correct nature. So are you, Miss Temple.
Well, let me try to arrange the hair so that so that does not offend you.
Offending me is not the issue. It is the child’s vanity that must be suppressed.
“Remove far from me vanity and lies.” Proverbs. Chapter 30, verse 8. The girl’s hair shall be cut off.
No!
Did someone speak?
Why should you punish her for the way God made her hair?
Fetch the scissors. You, Jane Eyre. Did you hear what I said? I will not ask you again.
Your hair will grow again soon. And if it is cut off again, it will grow again.
And it will even be more beautiful than it was before.
Does it hurt when you cough?
Sometimes.
Come, into bed. I’m sure you feel very 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?
Jump into bed.
Go to bed! Immediately! All of you! Miss Temple!
I’m worried about Helen Burns. Her cough is much worse.
Most of the girls 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? It’s gone eleven.
I couldn’t sleep till I’d seen you.
Your feet are bare. Lie down. Cover yourself with my quilt.
You’re so cold.
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.
Ah!
Helen?
Mr Brocklehurst! Mr Brocklehurst! I’ve found her, sir.
Burns! Burns!
I’ll tend to it, sir.
Don’t grieve, Jane. She’s gone to a better place. May God have mercy on her soul. Come, Jane.
〈三〉
I hope you don’t think I’m being ungrateful.
Ungrateful? What do you mean?
Ever since I’ve come to Lowood, you’ve been my one true friend. Apart from Helen. I feel as if I’m abandoning you.
No, no. You mustn’t think that. No. It’s good and proper that you should be starting a new life.
I wish you could come with me.
Thank you. But, I believe it is God’s will I’m here. I cannot leave. God bless you.
How much further?
About 20 miles, I should think.
If Miss Eyre, who advertised in the Yorkshire Herald of last Thursday, is in a position to give satisfactory references as to character and competency, a situation can be offered to her. There is but one pupil: a little girl under ten years of age, and the salary is 30 pounds per annum.
Miss Eyre is requested to send references, name, address and all particulars to Mrs. Fairfax, Thornfield Hall.
Woah. Thornfield Hall.
It’ll be nice to get out and stretch.
Goodbye, Miss.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, young lass.
Oh, come in, Miss.
Come in.
Leah!
Leah, it’s the new governess.
Would you follow me, Miss?
Mrs Fairfax. Mrs Fairfax. Miss Eyre.
Oh. Oh, how do you do, my dear?
I’m afraid you’ve had a tedious journey. You must be frozen. Let me help you.
Please, don’t trouble yourself.
Oh, no trouble. Your old hands must be numb with cold.
Now come, come to the fire and get warm.
There. And I dare say a hot drink would be most welcome too. Sugar?
No, thank you.
Leah, cut a sandwich or two.
Do sit down, my dear.
Thank you.
The key.
What?
The key, Mrs Fairfax.
Oh yes.
And ff Adele is still awake, ask her to come down.
Yes, Mrs Fairfax.
The child keeps the most impossible hours. I imagine her mother must have kept her up the entire evening.
She isn’t your daughter?
Oh, no, no. No, her name is Varens... Adele Varens. No, I have no family.
I am glad, I am so glad you are come. One can feel so isolated here, especially in the winter. It will be most pleasant for me to have someone to converse with on terms of equality. Of course to be sure, John and his wife Leah are very decent people...
Ah! Here is your charge. Come, Adele. Here is the lady who is to teach you and make a clever woman of you one day.
My governess?
That’s right.
You may call me Miss Eyre.
You speak French!
May we speak in French?
Yes, Adele, but we’re with Mrs Fairfax now, and in her presence it is more polite if we try to speak in English.
You understand her when she runs on like that?
Oh yes.
Shall I sing for you? My mama taught me to sing.
Where is your mama?
Gone. She flew away to the Holy Virgin. She taught me to dance and to sing.
Shall I sing for you now?
In the morning, Adele. It’s late. And it is time you were in bed. Come along. And we shall come up and hear your prayers.
This way, my dear.
Yes, come on, Miss.
Thornfield is a fine old hall, perhaps a little neglected of late, but that could be surely remedied if only Mr. Rochester would come home.
Who is Mr. Rochester?
Why, he is the Master of this house.
But you will never see him. He never stops here.
Of course he does, sometimes.
He brought you now, Adele, didn’t he?
But it is true, he’s usually away.
Mademoiselle.
Will we be very happy?
We shall work hard and we shall be content. Goodnight, Adele. Say your prayers.
Goodnight, Mademoiselle Eyre. Goodnight, Mrs Fairfax.
Goodnight, Adele.
I’ll not keep you sting up all night. I’m sure you will want to retire early.
And your room is just along here near to Adele. It’s quite small, but I thought you’d like it better than the ones in front. They’re larger, but so dreary and solitary. No one ever sleeps there. One would almost say if there was a ghost at Thornfield Hall, that would be its haunt. Now, here is your room.
This is for me?
Why, is anything the matter?
I know tomorrow I’ll discover this is a dream from which I must awaken.
We are real, and you are most welcome here, most welcome. Goodnight, my dear. Sleep well.
Thank you, Mrs Fairfax.
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