简爱剧本(Jane Eyre剧本)

ROCHESTER
Mrs. Fairfax?

MRS. FAIRFAX'S VOICE
Yes sir?

MR. ROCHESTER
What are you doing in this part of
the house? Adele is waiting for her
supper.

MRS. FAIRFAX'S VOICE
Yes, sir.

JANE

Suddenly she begins to realize what the matter is with
Rochester.

ROCHESTER

He turns his head into the light and we see what we had
already begun to guess -- that he is blind. OVER these SHOTS
we hear Mrs. Fairfax's echoing footsteps as they retreat.
Then a door closes.

SHOT - THE GREAT HALL

Rochester and Jane are alone, two small figures in the burned
out and blackened ruin. Jane is motionless, but it is clear
by Rochester's movements that he now thinks he is alone.

Now Pilot again gives Jane a friendly, cheerful bark.

SHOT OF ROCHESTER

He turns his head sharply.

ROCHESTER
Quiet, Pilot.

But Pilot still goes on.

ROCHESTER
Who's there?

He advances out of SHOT towards Jane.

WITH ROCHESTER ADVANCING TOWARDS HER IN THE F.G.

Mr. Rochester stops. He knows there is someone there, but we
see by the direction he is facing that he does not know
exactly where the person is.

ROCHESTER
(almost shouting)
Who are you?

Jane hesitates for a moment and then speaks in an almost
inaudible whisper.

JANE
I've come back, sir...

She steps forward and takes his hand and kisses it.

JANE
Oh, Edward, Edward...

Rochester starts at her touch, and an expression of
incredulous joy appears on his face. With his free hand he
reaches out and touches the hands which have clasped his own.

ROCHESTER
(in a whisper)
Her very fingers... Her small,
slight fingers.
(he touches her hair, then
very gently passes his
fingertips over her face)
Her hair. Her little flower梥oft
face.

JANE
And her heart too, Edward.

ROCHESTER
Jane!

With a passionate gesture he lays his hands on her shoulders
and draws her towards him. Then, as he is bending down to
kiss her, he draws back, he pushes her away from him.

ROCHESTER
(bitterly)
But all you can feel now is mere
pity. I don't want your pity.

JANE
But, Edward...

ROCHESTER
(moving to the library
door)
You can't stay here, wasting your
life on the mere wreckage of a man.
You're young, you're fresh You
ought to get married. Married to
some young fellow in his prime.
Someone handsome and strong.
Someone you don't have to pity.
(he speaks with rising
bitterness, and finally
breaks out in violent
passion)
Go, go! Go and get yourself
married.

LIBRARY

Rochester is standing in the library, now completely wrecked,
so that we can see the garden through the broken walls. Jane
is framed in the doorway.

JANE
Don't send me away. Please don't
send me away.

Rochester hears the appeal in her voice, and stares
sightlessly at her in silence. Then he stretches out his
hands and holds them tensely, tremulously poised. Slowly he
lets them down on to her shoulders. It is as though he were
afraid of giving vent to his real feelings. He speaks in a
low voice, between his teeth.

ROCHESTER
Do you think I want to let you go?

There is a silence, Jane raises her hands and lays them one
on either side of his face; then leans forward and kisses the
closed lids of his blind eyes. At last Rochester allows
himself to be convinced of her love.

ROCHESTER
Jane!

He clasps her and kisses her passionately. Jane frees herself
and draws back, looking at him. A smile of tender mischief
appears on her face. She pushes back the hair on his
forehead.

JANE
Goodness 棗 this shaggy mane of
yours !

ROCHESTER
Am I hideous, Jane?

JANE
Very, sir; you always were, you
know.

ROCHESTER
(with a laugh)
I see the wickedness hasn't been
taken out of you.

Jane meanwhile has been straightening his cravats

JANE
There, that's better. Now, let me
look at you.

She turns him to the light. As the light falls on his face,
Rochester raises his hand and touches his cheek.

DISSOLVE TO:

GARDEN - LONG SHOT

Two small figures are walking across the garden, bathed by
the light of the setting sun. They are Jane and Rochester.
Over the SHOT, we hear Jane's voice speaking as narrator.

JANE
And gradually, as the months went
past, he came to see the light once
more, as well as to feel its
warmth. To see first the glory of
the sun, and then the mild
splendour off the moon, and at last
the evening star. And then one day
when our first-born was put into
his arms, he could see that the boy
had inherited his own eyes as they
once were-?large, brilliant, and
black.

FADE OUT

THE END