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BBC Jane Eyre 4 scriptWhy didn't you never tell me that I have an uncle that still alive? Because I hated you too much. Jane, I offer you my hand, my heartand all my possessions. As you say you would marry me.Say quickly. The marriage cannot go on. I declare that there is an impediment. Edward Fairfax Rochester, Of Thornfield Hall . was married to Bertha Antoinetta Mason . on March 18, 1825. Our Father . which art in heaven hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth, as it is. Wait, Helen, wait for me. She must have been on the moors for days. Weeks, even. Poor creature. She looks so pale. St. John found her just in time. Who do you think she is? Where did she come from? Jane! Jane! I'm sorry to be such trouble. You cannot remember your name?Or your family? Why don't we try to help? We can tell you what we know. Oh, yes. We think you must have wandered on the moors for many days, maybe weeks. We do not know where you traveled from.With no money or support of any kind. So, you see, you are a mystery. We've made our own story. We think you are a young, well-bred woman who has run away from home because of family disapproval, some romance. Diana, not now. All right then.We will not speculate yet. But this is not the hand of a working woman, so you are a well-bred lady. A governess. A teacher of some kind.- You speak French extremely well. And you know geography.- Or you've traveled widely. You talked of foreign places as if you had felt their heat, smelt their smells. I have not traveled beyond England. How can you be sure if you can't remember anything? Hannah has washed your dress. See here. so J.E., "L" School? Is that any help? It might not have been her dress. I do not know what this means, but I know that I am honest. It seems she does not remember yet, but surely we have conscience enough not to play games with her identity. Good Lord, Miss. You look like a ghost. Here, sit down. Though I think you're so faded, you might melt away with the heat. Careful. I love the fire. I think I must have been very cold at one time in my life. The misses will be angry with me if I don't get you back to bed. I have spent long enough in bed. I must try to repay everyone's kindness. Do the young ladies live here along? Since their father died. Mr. St. John lives in his parish over at Morton. I don't know how long they'll last here. They haven't a penny between them. The girls will have to go for governesses soon. You have book learning, I suppose? So you could earn you own living if you chose? I have done, and I will, just as soon as I can advertise. Advertise? Well. You are a surprising little thing. And how long have you been looking after the family? Thirty year. I saw all the children born. Young St. John came out of the womb already a clergyman. I'm glad you are up and about. Miss Elliott. I believe, in the absence of knowledge, that my sisters have christened you. They think it suitable. But is it your name? No matter. Jane Elliott it is. My sisters would like to keep you, like a stray off the moor. Do you intend to live off their charity? For they have very little to spare. Of course not. I wish to be put to work. I will do anything honest. But surely, the cuckoos are too fat. to fly thousands of miles. They go somewhere. Maybe to the corners of Europe. You are full of information. Not only do you know all about European birds, but South American birds, Patagonian lizards. Someone must have taught you. Jane. I have seen one like this in the West Indies, but never here. You see there.Have you had an unpleasant memory? No, it was not. Not unpleasant. Good evening. Good evening. This must be the mysterious Miss Elliott. I'm Rosamond Oliver.I live with my father at Vale Hill. Good evening, Mr. Rivers, and good evening, Carlo. How Would I forget you? You dog is quicker to recognise his friends than you are, sir. A lovely evening, Miss Oliver, but a little late for you to be out alone. Papa says you never come to see us now. You are quite a stranger. He is alone tonight and not very well. Won't you come back with me? It is not a reasonable hour to intrude on Mr. Oliver. Reasonable hour? But I declare it is. It is just the hour when Papa most needs company, and you would not be intruding, because I have invited you. Do come. Poor Rosamond. Honestly, St. John. He's as inexorable as death. She adores him. And he adores her. Is there some obstacle? Her family?No, her father adores him, too. He doesn't mind that St. John is not wealthy? No, it's St.John. he's perverse. He will not allow himself to have her. Oh, if only I were so in love. We should embrace it. It is a crime against God to deny yourself love. It should be the 11th Commandment. that these two persons, present now come to be joined. Therefore, if any man can show any just cause why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace. Miss Elliott? Are you feeling unwell?- I am quite well, thank you. The church is well attended? And we are lucky in our benefactor, Mr. Oliver. You met his daughter, Miss Rosamond. He owns a needle factory in the valley. He's very generous. Mr. Oliver, in fact, was the inspiration for the employment I have found for you. If, of course, you should wish to take it. When I first arrived in Morton, there was no school. The children of the poor had no hope of progress. I have established one for boys. Now it is the turn of the girls. There is a cottage available, simply furnished. The mistress's salary will be &30 a year. Will you take the job? I could organize the studies as I wished? No beatings. And enough food for dinner. As long as you taught God's word. Then I accept, with all my heart. You understand that this will be a village school? Poor girls, to whom you will teach knitting, sewing, reading, writing. and maybe arithmetic at the very most. What will you do with your accomplishments? Save them, until they are wanted. I do not think you will stay here long. I am not ambitious.- No, but you are impassioned. Excuse the word. I mean that. for you, human affections and sympathies have the most powerful hold. You cannot hate me, Jane. I didn't mean to deceive you. Unlike you, I cannot live alone without the warmth of human companionship. I roamed the world. then, returning one night to this cold, dark place. I saw this. This magical thing. You were in my path. Do you remember? And since that moment, I have never wanted to leave the place that you were. Though you left, I remained. Waiting for my little bird to return. We are one, you and I. We have to be together. We have to be together. We are like those twins, so intertwined in their senses and feelings. that they can cry out to one another across continents, so close are their thoughts. Say that you don't love me. I dare you. You cannot. I will not. I will love you until I die. And yet you will leave me? You mean to go your way and for me to go mine? Yes, sir. Sir, again? Not Edward? By tomorrow, Mary and I will be blown to the ends of the earth. Derbyshire and Nottingham are not so very far away. We have to go and teach fat, little boys lessons they do not want to learn, and we will never see our cottage again She fears she will never see St. John again. Why not?- Because he's so pig-headed. He will be a missionary. He will go to a really hot place and that will be the end of him. It is his chosen path. He thinks it's the only way to serve God. But why can't he serve God here? You know that's never been enough. He needs to make a grand gesture. Jane, you must keep him here. Look after him and don't let him out of your sight. I don't think I could ever change St. John's mind against anything he'd decided on. Bye, miss.Don't forget, Jane. We're relying on you. Now, this is Morton. Can anyone point out where we are? Ow.Alice. Alice, the clock.The time. It's home-time. The bell. Still getting used to the clock. Never mind, we're coming along. I am determined to make scholars of them all. Hello, Miss Elliott. I am so glad you decided to stay in Morton. to be mistress of our endeavour. I have brought you a pretty little pair of doves. The dovecote has been empty for some years. I thought you might conduct nature classes. Diana said you were an expert on birds. She exaggerates. And do you like your house?Have I furnished it nicely? Very much, thank you. St. John. Miss Elliott approved of my arrangements. Why should she not? Come along, girls, home. I have just remembered that now Diana and Mary have left. you must be so lonely. Please, come home with me and see Papa. Mr. Rivers! can I speak with you a moment? That is a very graceful and correct drawing. Correct? That word is a little lacking in passion, isn't it? I mean, for someone who loves Miss Oliver as you do. Will it comfort you. when you're in Madagascar or the Cape?Or would the sight of her distress you? You are very direct, Miss Elliott. You must know me well enough to know I mean no mischief or disrespect. She likes you, I am sure, and so does her father. She's a sweet girl. A little lacking in reserve, but you have more than enough for both of you, surely. Why do you not marry her?Why.why do you resist her? Does she like me? She is always talking of you. There is no other subject she's more interested in. It's very pleasant to talk like this. You may go on for another quarter of an hour. Well, what's the use of that? When you are only planning an even crueller way to resist her. St. John, you tremble when she comes into the room. You don't understand. I love Rosamond Oliver wildly, more intensely than I will ever love anyone again. So why not marry her? Because I know she would not make me a good wife. We would have a lifetime's regret. Can you see Rosamond as a sufferer, a labourer, a missionary's wife? No, you cannot. You need not be a missionary. You may do God's work here. I will not give up my life's ambition. Dearer to me than anything.- And Miss Oliver? Are her feelings nothing to you? She is surrounded by suitors. She will forget me and marry someone who can make her far happier than I could. No, Jane. You do not know me. I do tremble at the sight of Rosamond, but it repulses me.It has nothing to do with me. My skin may burn with fever, but in my heart I am a cold man. Don't. You have the chance to love someone who loves you with all her soul. Not many people are that lucky. You may never find that again. You are an enterprising young woman, Miss Elliott. An unusual specimen. You've made a good start. I look forward to your career with interest. I must leave Thornfield, Mr. Rochester. Now, now. Do you mean that? I do. And now?What do you say now? You cannot leave me . You cannot leave me. Confess it. I will leave you. How can this flesh be so soft and yielding. and yet your heart be like an iron fist? There is a place I know, a villa in the Mediterranean. It is far from anywhere. Come and live with me there. No, Jane, Jane, listen to me. Listen. Listen to me. We would live as brother and sister. We'd have our separate chambers.Come together in the afternoons . for tea or to play bowls, something . sedate and traditional. I give you my word.I wouldn't touch you. Maybe a chaste peck on the cheek on birthdays. I wouldn't tempt you into a life of sin, Jane. I wouldn't do that. I must rest now. .-Yes, yes, you must rest. We'll talk in the morning. Yes, in the morning. You will think about the villa? We will talk in the morning. (One year later.) Girls, this is a butterfly. Now, pass that round. Can any of you tell me. how a caterpillar turns into a beautiful butterfly? Miss Elliott. Miss Elliott. Good afternoon, Miss Elliott. Is everything all right?- Yes, of course. You look very well. You have performed wonders in this colourful universe. You have given it discipline and individuality. I wish Diana or Mary could come home to live with you. You're reckless with your health. I'm well enough. Oh, forgive me. One of the girls saw Miss Oliver in her wedding dress and the others begged me to imagine a painting for them. I told you she would forget about me. You must allow me to be right sometimes. Mr. Rivers, what are you doing here? I have often wondered where you got that forthright quality. I've come to have a little talk with you, or rather, I have a story to share with you. Just over 20 years ago, a poor curate . fell in love with a rich man's daughter. They married, and she was cut off from her family entirely. Within two years, they were both dead. They left a daughter, and she was cast out onto the very cold charity of an aunt by marriage. Now we come to details. A Mrs. Reed of Gateshead, who kept the orphan 10 years and then sent her to one Lowood School. I calculate she would have been approximately your age. It seems she did very well there, with qualities very similar to your own, and another coincidence, she rose to be a teacher. She left Lowood to become a governess to the ward of a Mr. Rochester. Mr. Rivers.- I know nothing of. this Mr. Rochester's character. but I do know that he offered marriage to this young woman, but at the altar she had discovered he had a wife still living, a lunatic. For another quite different reason, one Mr. Briggs, a solicitor, was searching for this young lady, but by then she had disappeared, was never seen again. Is that not a very strange? Since you appear to know so much, tell me this. Mr. Rochester. How is he? Where is he?- I know nothing of him. But you said they were looking for me. Did they write to Thornfield? Yes, of course, but received no reply. He must have been a bad man. You do not know him. Very well. But maybe you should ask me how I come to know your story. What inspired our Mr. Briggs to look for you and to write to me? As you know, I traveled to Derbyshire a few days ago. I had dinner with a family . who had a housekeeper who was related in some distant way to a Mrs. Alice Fairfax. Now, she provided me with such an exact description of the mysterious Jane Eyre to relieve me of any doubt. Did they tell you anything of Mr. Rochester? I told you, Mr. Bri