Jane Eyre

My parents died when I was very young.

I was sent to live with my aunt,

Mrs Reed and had children at Gates at Hall.

The nany 10 years I endured their unkindness and cruelty.

They did not love me, I could not love them.

You'll stay there till morning. Aunt, no, I can not endure it.

You'll do as you are told.

The Reverend Mr. Brocklehurst, Mdme.

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?

Yes, mama.

This has been a very

difficult decision, Mr. Brocklehurst.

Come on! She s going!

Hooray! She'll never like it. I can t believe it.

Her mother...

was my late husband's sister.

She married a clergyman, penniless.

Then both parents died

of typhus when she was a fewmonths old.

Are you her only relative?

There is...

an uncle.

Her father's brother.

But he lives abroad in...

Madeira, I knownothing of him.

Go on.

I have done what I can

for the child,

but she has a

willful 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 are a wicked child, Jane Eyre.

Let me examine you.

Knowwhere 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

and to burn there forever?

No, sir.

What must you do

to avoid it?

Keep well and not die.

It is as I said.

You must warn herteachers

to keep an eye on her,

and to guard against her worst fault,

hertendency to deceit.

Deceit?

We do not tolerate that at Lowood.

That's why I wrote to you.

I want 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.

If I were, I should say 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.

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 there 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.

O 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.

What?

Some bread and cheese.

Thank you.

What s your name?

Helen Burns.

Thank you, Helen. God bless you.

And you too, Jane.

Goodnight.

Hands...

Bonnet...

Shoes.

Hands.

Bonnet.

Bonnet, Jones!

Burns, you are on the side

of your shoes. Your toes out immediately.

Your chin is poking out.

Your head up!

I will not have you so slovenly.

Cover your mouth!

Dirty, disagreeable girl.

You haven't cleaned your nails.

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.

You destroyed our day now! No one likes you.

Go sit down, I'll see you in a minute.

Who taught you to draw? I taught myself.

I used to look at my Aunt s books

and copy the pictures.

You drawvery well. Not really.

You do. You have a gift. You re lucky.

Helen.

Can I drawa portrait of you? Me?

Yes.

Take off your bonnet, you have 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.

In defiance of our principles.

You knowthat.

It was my fault, sir.

I told her to take it off.

It s not her bonnet. It s her hair, her vanity.

It's not vanity, Mr. Brocklehurst. Helen s

hair curls naturally.

And does she not sin naturally as well?

I'm hear teach you discipline.

I am here to correct nature, So are you Miss Temple.

I'll arrange it so it doesn't offend you.

Offending me is not the issue. The child's

vanity must be suppressed.

Remove far from me

vanity and lies.

Proverbs. Chapter 30, verse8.

Her hair shall be cut off. No!

Did someone speak?

You'd punish her for the way God made her?

Fetch the scissors.

You, Jane Eyre.

Did you hear?

I will not ask you again.