There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
The cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so somber
and rain so penetrating that further outdoor exercise
was out of the question. I was glad of it. I never liked long walks,
especially on chilly afternoons.
- Come, my darlings.
John, dear, just one to start with,** check this line out
- And one for you, Georgiana. - Oh, thank you, mama.
- And one for my darling Eliza. - Thank you, mama, thank you.
You are hungry after your play.
Bessie, why did you let them stay out so late?
A minute more and they would have been caught in the rain.
Well, it was that Jane, ma'am. I called and called, but she'd gone off on her own,
and I couldn't find her anywhere. Of course.
You make it, Bessie.
What does Bessie say I have done, aunt Reed?
A child must not take up her elders.
Until you can speak pleasantly, remain silent.
Boo!
Where the dickens is she?
Lizzy. Georgy.
Jane is not here. Tell mama she is run out in the rain.
Bad animal.
What do you want?
- What do you want, what? - What do you want, cousin?
- Cousin? Starveling cousin. Orphan cousin.
Call me Master Reed. I want you to come here.
(John Reed slaps Jane across her face, hard)
(John) - That's for your impudence to mama and me.
For your sneaking ways, getting behind curtains, you rat!
What were you doing behind the curtain?
(Jane) - I was reading.
(John) - Show the book.
(Jane) - You have no business to take our books.
(John) - You are dependent. Mama says you have no money.
I'll teach you.
(John hoists Jane's book over his head, and begins to hurl it over Jane's head)
(Jane) - Wicked boy! You never stop bullying me.
(John yells out in pain)
(Jane) - You're a murderer. You are a slave driver!
(John) - Mama!
(Jane) - You're like the Roman Emperor!
(Mrs. Reed enters room): - Jane, no!
- Disgraceful! Dear, dear!
(John)- If you had heard what she'd said to me.
(Mrs. Reed) - Did anybody see such a picture of passion?
Abbot, Bessie. Take her to the bed room and lock her in there.
(Jane, screaming) - No! No! Let me go!
(Bessie) - Miss Jane, come on.
(Jane) - Let me go! He hit me, Bessie.
He is always hitting me.
(Bessie) - Boys will be boys, Miss Jane.
Hold her arms, Miss Abbot. She's like a mad cat.
(Abbot) - For shame, for shame, Miss Eyre.
Hold still, will you?
(door opens briskly)
(Abbott & Bessie gasp, out of breath from climbing stairs)
(Jane) - No!
(Abbott) - Come here. Come here. Come here!
Now, it is not ladylike to strike a young gentleman.
Your benefactress's son, your own master!
(Jane) - Master? How is he my master?
Am I a servant?
(Abbott) - No, but you are less than a servant.
For you do nothing for your keep. Now, sit down here
and think over your wickedness.
(Bessie) - Now, if you don't sit still, we shall have to tie your hands.
Lend me your garters, Miss Abbot, because
she'd break mine directly.
(Jane) - Don't tie me up! I won't stir. I promise!
(Bessie) - Well, mind you don't!
Oh! she never did so before.
(Abbott) - No, but it was always in her. I've
said so to Mrs. before and Mrs. agreed with me.
(Bessie) Oh, she's an under-hand little thing.
You ought to be aware, Miss, that you are under obligations to Mrs. Reed.
If she were to turn you out, you'd have to go to a poor house.
(Abbott) Her dear dead husband only took you in
because he was your mother's brother.
(Bessie) So just you think on it, Miss Eyre.
(Jane) You mustn't leave me in here. My uncle died in that bed.
I try to do my duty, but I'm always punished.
It's only because I'm different. I'm different from you all and you won't forgive me.
(Abbott) Come, Bessie. We will leave her.
I wouldn't have her heart for anything.
(Jane) But the ghost...
(Bessie) Say your prayers, child.
(Abbott) If you don't repent, it will come down chimney and fetch you away.
(Abbott slams door shut)
(Jane) It's unjust! (Jane pounds on door, eager to get out)
Unjust! Let me out! Let me out... Please!
♫ Music ♫
(Bolt of thunder pounds)
(Music continues)
(scary gong sound)
(Jane, screeching)- Aah!
Let me out, please!(pounding on door)
Abbot, Bessie, I'm frightened!
Help! Let me out, Abbot, Bessie, please!
(Bessie) Miss Jane, are you ill?
(Abbott) What a dreadful noise! It went right through me.
(Jane) Let me out. Let me go to my room.
(Bessie) What for? Have you seen something?