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"We weave the web in childhood, A bright air network.
" We dig springs in childhood From pure and fair water.
"We sow young clover seeds,
" We cut almond stems;
"We are now grown to the age of the riper - Are they withered in the river?
" Are they blighted fail and fade,
"Are they reshaped into clay?
" Because life is very dark; And the fleet of excitement quickly left. "
What is happening?
Qui sont ces gens ?!
They will tear us from limbs.
I've crossed the Arctic and it doesn't look like that.
Lower them! Immediately! Running!
Know that I give it to you protection - but not for yourself -
who is this man you hold in your hand.
What did you call? Wellesley. This is Gravey.
Because he looks rather grim. Mine is called...
Waiting for a boy What is that? Why?
Because he is a bit strange things, Anne Just like yourself.
See who is speaking. This is Sneaky.
You are under my protection. I will watch your life,
for me to tell you all - one day... you will become king
Yes!
BELL TOLLS
"Dear Ellen. It was ten o'clock when I got home.
" I found Branwell sick.
"He is very frequent lately, because of his own mistakes.
" Therefore I was not surprised first, but when Anne told me
"direct cause of his presentation Pain, I was very surprised."
Charlotte! How's the trip? Comfortable.
How is Miss Nussey? Good.
Did my box arrive safely?
In our room, we take it, me and Emily What... Branwell.
He already drinks. He has a letter. From Mr. Robinson.
This past Thursday. He was fired.
How did he do it?
That's all the work he has ever had. I know, but this is different. How?
There is no such thing as in the letter But he...
He and Mrs. Robinson...
I have reason to know that they...
continue.
each other. And I don't know, I can only assume,
that Mr. Robinson found, and so.
Bring? How?
Congress? Mr. Robinson's wife
That's why I resigned. I can't see people's faces.
I've known for months. Papa doesn't know.
He only knows he has been fired,
he doesn't know why Emily doesn't. I say to him
And of course we don't know That is the reason. Where is Emily?
You have to have some ideas what is this about
You think repeating the question quite often, repeatedly,
will suddenly make me able to answer it?
And if not then someone must write to that person
and ask for an explanation!
He hates me! He doesn't go to give any explanation.
This is the reason to get rid of me!
He's a monster, he's a bully, he's a law for himself. She's an idiot.
Why does he hate you? Why she needs a reason to get rid of you
Because he is old, he is sick and he is jealous of me!
No no No. That doesn't make sense!
There must be a misunderstanding.
Does someone misinterpret you? for him?
Only... God!
This house! Go to sleep and stop ask me a damn question!
If you don't like this house, don't stay in it
None of us will miss you, not when you're like this
I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!
Tell him.
Branwell has done it.
With his employer's wife.
He is lonely.
He's lonely!
Girls
Too bad you started this myopic self-destruction path,
because I imagine you and I might - in a better state -
have made very stimulating companies with each other!
I hate everything you want! The revolution is in the air!
Only fools like you, sir, will ignore it
If your pastor and Aunt Branwell are on,
You will noan make so much din!
They all consider you right
and learn to go down in t'village, you know!
CONTINUOUS WALKING
Pak Brown is here.
"Other anger has occurred in Ireland.
" A Orangemen party in Armagh, 12,
"duly not ignore the advice they give,
" abstain from the procession... " Are you fit, kid?
Yes, I just...
"... change yourself with propriety. "
KNOCK AT DOOR
John is here We go
Don't wake up. No, no. I want to see it.
How are you doing today, John? I'm fine, thank you, Mr. Bronte.
Good.
Well, travel safely.
Choose a good day for that, eh?
You, er, take care of yourself.
Thank you.
Good...
I think, with kindness and understanding and prayer we might still be able to...
regardless of naivety and... the nonsense...
... can get it back to the right path
Will you bring us all? Back from Liverpool, Dad?
You behave yersen And then we see it.
You dozy bastard
Caught.
"Anne left the situation in Thorp Green according to her own wishes, June 1845.
" Branwell... leave.
"We are all in good health only that Papa
" There are complaints in his eyes and with the exception of Branwell,
"who I hope will be better and do better here after.
" I rarely feel disturbed with nothing to do
"and just want everyone Can be as comfortable as myself
"and as an undesponding from them,
" It should be so A world that is very tolerable of it. "
They have already left.
Good. Call me old-fashioned,
but I think it's good tell everyone to go home that. I have a pillow in my ear
so I don't catch the details. Lucky you. with Martha's father?
Packed holidays for a week, or shot for several days.
These are all questions how you can choose to see them.
Female cats. Well, that's what you feel.
Do you still write stories? Sometimes.
About Gondal?
When can we
Emily too? You've been here With him more than me, surely.
We never talk about it. Never?
Are you? Writing?
Still? Not so much
What about the world of hell?
I submit my pen.
Why? Because of my fear.
Threatened to make the real world look...
meaningless. And it is colorless and dull.
And that's where madness lies.
You know, the real world is what is, but we have to live in it, so...
You must write, if that makes you happy. I worry about my eyes.
And I think, too... when I get a reply from Southey -
"Literature cannot be a business from a woman's life."
When I brush it off.
But the longer I stay in it, the older I have,
the more I have thought...
.. what's the point?
The point... for me...
... I never lived again than when I wrote
You are the same.
But without the prospect of publication?
It's just playing in it, right?
Do we play at that time, or what?
Does it ever bother you? that we might...
rather old For that.
You didn't say that two weeks ago in York. No, yeah...
I don't want to damage the item in York
This is something I've been thinking for a long time.
Well, what did you come out? with me for that time? To speak.
What about? Something. At home. Have you never thought about...?
What?
The future!
What are we without Papa and Branwell?
Papa won't... He won't live forever.
And he is blind, and that house, our house,
it belongs to church superintendents, not us
And Branwell! What did he do?
What does he think? that he has a hopeless grip
about the reality of what will happen next?
Aren't we? Does he even see us?
If we don't make something from ourselves,
and God knows we have tried,
I've tried...
I am a caregiver in that matter a ridiculous place for five years!
What will we do, Emily? What will...
What we will
That's when I returned from Head Roe.
And he's there, at home, Branwell.
And he shouldn't do it.
You have left You and Charlotte You have returned to Roe Head.
And he should be in London,
try to get his feet at the door at the Royal Academy.
That's when I knew What a liar he was.
Sharp? Thief! Continue?
They attack you? You were robbed Four of them ?! I think four.
In broad daylight? That...
Well, surely someone will see it what happened?
You don't even get there? No!
Only after I arrived at the training inn
in St. Martin Le Grand, and I know the way around.
From the map in my head.
But London... everything is much bigger than I imagined.
And you didn't tell me How big is that, huh?
And I don't know who to turn, without money So, I go home!
Well, uh... Witness.
Surely someone must have seen it what happened.
There are no witnesses.
Everyone just turns and goes about their business!
So all 30 shillings?
Go YES!
Oh!
Then, when Aunt Branwell sleeps and Papa returns to his office,
I said to him, "You lie."
And he admitted it.
He doesn't even get to London,
let alone any business at any Royal Academy.
He said he would continue the journey flier high, in Bradford,
with the painting and the sketch.
But then, when he is confronted with reality leaves for London,
he realized that they were just... not so good
They might look pretty good at home,
but next to Lawrence, or Gainsborough...
So he fortified himself, he said,
to get the courage to continue next Coach, which is his intention.
But apparently not.
He spent four days in Bradford.
Drunk and miserable and dream of some trash
that he thinks everyone at home will be blown enough to believe.
He spends 30 shillings for drinking, in four days?
I could just kill him cheerfully, start with. Then...
Actually I feel sorry for him.
They always expect so much from it.
More likely, than he has ever been able to.
And I just thought, "Thank God I am not you."
This is disappointing, I know.
And I'm also angry with him. He embarrassed me at Thorp Green,
and he knows what he is doing.
But we should not give up on it, should we
No, we shouldn't give up on him. But we must see it for what it is.
It's not what he doesn't. This isn't fair to him.
Sometimes I think Charlotte hates it. Mm, yeah...
Charlotte has her own demon.
What demon
Listen, do you know how low he is? For months
To the point of making him sick,
and convince himself he will be blind
Monsieur Heger? Yes.
Well... he is very...
taken... with him.
He becomes...
... with him
He is married.
"My dear Leyland,
"I returned yesterday
" But I found out, during my absence,
"wherever I go, A certain woman, in black robe
" and calls herself Misery, walks by my side,
"and leaning against my arm too bad
" as if he was my legal wife.
"Like some other husbands, I can prevent her presence."
For food we will accept,
May God make us really grateful Amen.
Does he feed the dogs again? No.
Chicken, please
More tea.
Branwell...
Yes? Tell us something about... Liverpool
OK. Good, amazing dock.
Uh huh? We saw a black man. A blackamoor, a Creole.
He is really black. It's so dark, Papa.
Ah? And I talked to him.
Don't really understand what he says
and I don't think he understands a word that I say too but it's just... interesting.
I think he is something on one of the ships.
MUFFLED LAUGHTER
CHUCKLING
Yes?
If you...
If you don't...
get above...
of this habit...
when things don't suit you,
if you can't exercise some restraints,
it will take over your life, Branwell. Don't be silly
I'm not silly.
That will destroy you Mm.
Potential, still there So much is offered, Branwell.
You need a plan. I have a plan. Are you
And can you share it? With everyone?
Do you know what I realize? What?
There is no money in poetry.
Novel. That's where the money is.
While poetry composition
demands maximum stretch intelligence of a man...
... and for what? ã10 best
I can hum and cigar smoke
and I have a novel written.
No one will publish a novel by an unknown writer
I have nine poems published by in the Halifax Guardian.
Only Halifax, I know, but it's pretty much read.
You need a good story for a novel.
Oh, when did I ever short of a story?
Are you still thinking of leaving? to Paris? I don't think that's possible.
Currently. Why? Maybe you are good.
Are you still sad? makes you bad?
I'm not... bad
I'm just struggling to...
Why are many women very different from men?
I never feel inferior. Are you Intellectually
Why is that we have? so there are very few opportunities?
You or I can do almost anything we decide to think. But not.
All we can plan realistically are schools, schools that are quite simple,
No one wants to come there.
Why is that many women are to be constantly infantilized...
... or another invisible and helpless to do something about it?
Did he never reply? for you, then?
Heger?
No.
Kata Anne You have written several poems.
Have you ever thought about it? publish it? No.
It's just...
The problem, you see... I have written several verses too...
and if between us can collect enough material
to think about publishing a small volume ...
And have it and be rubbed and ridiculed
by anyone who might choose to waste their money on it It's impossible
"He came with the West wind, with the air wandering at night,
" With the dusk the clear sky which carries the thickest star.
"The wind takes on a gloomy tone, and starred in a soft fire,
" And vision increases, and changes, It kills me with desire. "
" Heather waved high 'Sighing in a curling storm,
"Midnight and moonlight and stars shine bright;
" Darkness and glory happy to mix,
"Earth goes up to heaven and heaven goes down,
"The spirit of man far from the dungeon drear sends,
" throws fetters and breaks iron bars. "
" Then the invisible dawn; the unseen truth reveals;
"My outward feeling is gone, My inner core feels;
" His wings are almost free - his house, the port is found,
"Measuring the bay, it bends and dares to be bound to the end."
"O terrible check - intense suffering -
" When the ear starts to hear, and the eyes begin to see;
"When the pulse starts beating - the brain thinks again -
"Soul to taste meat, meat and meat to feel the chain. " But I will not lose the sting, will not want less torture;
"The more depressing shelves before will bless;
" And cloaked in hellfire, or bright with heavenly light,
"If it's but herald of Death, Vision is divine."
BANGING
FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS
What's the problem? What is the problem?
Someone has been in my room!
Someone? Someone has gone through my things.
And don't have intelligence, when they return it,
to realize that everything is in a certain order Well, who?
We haven't, not yet. You haven't
You won't do it. I know it.
Branwell in Halifax.
It's safe to assume Papa can't do it,
and anyway why does he bother?
Tabby has better things to do and Martha can't read well.
However, he also has too high self-esteem and respect for other people's things!
I shouldn't... I know.
But I'm not sorry. I mean, I'm sorry!
Listen, Emily.
Your poetry is...
They are amazing.
I know they are private, I know they are private -
They are 1,001 things, but indeed is not something hidden.
I admit it's curiosity, but it's not idle curiosity, I hope,
but something more... noble. Your Majesty ?!
Go to someone's bedroom? Through people's things?
There are no women, no, ever written poetry like this!
There is nothing I read, there is nothing I can think of,
nothing published, is the same.
Emily... they are amazing.
They are... amazing.
I can't breathe when I read it.
I know you are angry and I know what I am doing cannot be forgiven.
Except, please, look it doesn't.
You disgust me.
You can't begin to imagine how much.
You live outside my room and you don't talk to me.
You don't speak to me in general and You don't speak to me specifically
about misguided, boring, dirty little publishing plans
What happened?
He is already in the bedroom of people through people's things!
I locked the door!
He? What happened?
Charlotte? There is no.
meaningless. I entered his bedroom.
Oh! HE SIGHS
And, um, where is Branwell?
Halifax. He is where Halifax.
Oh And is he due? Tonight?
Or do we have to lock the back door? I imagine he took a key.
Right.
Alright! I made a mistake.
Unless I'm not!
They...
Have you read it?
No.
He never asked me to do it.
What do you mean by you? "small dirty publishing plan?"
They are not without charm.
Not just poetry.
I also wrote this.
This is a novel.
It's not Gondal and Gaaldine.
This is more about how it is in the real world
It's about being a caregiver, it's all...
things I have seen and heard and witnessed.
The problem is, you see, I... This is beautifully written.
I will be ready
Try and publish I will be ready to face the risk of failure.
And who knows? This is what we have done all our lives
Writing. We have lived in our heads.
I do not consider the business to do something with it as something unpleasant.
This is more verbal selling ourselves as governesses
when we find it like an experiment.
As long as we approach Carefully, wisely,
and don't make a fool of ourselves, then surely... the plan...
will try to publish it a first volume of poetry.
And, if, if it met the least amount of success,
and something from a name is established,
then we can each risk a work of fiction
I've been messing with writing something about... Brussels.
I mean, I don't even know if it's etiquette
But I can write a letter a publication and find out.
Your poetry is competent...
and charming.
And I'm not a great poet myself,
But Emily's contribution can lift a small volume
to be something...
... worth shopping some shillings on.
I feel sorry for him. Why?
The same reason I feel sorry for for Branwell
So much is expected of him. Being the oldest.
And even the oldest. Due to the first accident.
Bossiest. He is bossy when Maria and Elizabeth are still alive,
I remember that. Clear.
It's very bossy It inhibits its growth.
He is ambitious.
For all of us.
And I can see there's nothing wrong with that
I realize some people might think It's vulgar, but, Emily,
we were born writing, and if that's the case be careful, if we are smart,
and us, and if we disguise our true self and our sex...
Right, it's finished
Female cats! I went downhill...
It's beautiful how quiet they are all Think of him at t'village
and how hard he is at home.
You can come with me, if you want.
Have you ever thought about writing something that isn't Gondal?
Something more... not princess and emperor, more just...
what happens in the real world
Do you know when I work in Halifax? At the school at Law Hill.
Yes. Miss Patchett, who runs it, she told this story to me
And I've often thought it would make a story. A novel.
What's up
This man, this young man. Jack Sharp Have I never told you this?
This is enough to help us, but indeed It's not an interesting building, I know.
It has a rather strange history.
It was built from revenge, It turns out, 60 years ago,
by a man named Jack Sharp.
So, there is this family, Walker.
They have Walterclough Hall, this big house, right above Halifax,
it's already in the family for generations.
They are wool producers - not all of them
However, John Walker has four children - two boys and two girls -
and he adopted this niece, Jack Sharp
Richard and John, their two sons, well educated,
and they end make their lives in London.
Jack lives at home with the girls, Grace and Mary and he was trained to take over the family business
which is suitable for everyone, because, It seems like he always is
old Mr Walker favorite, truth told
Then when Richard, the oldest child, died
in some tragic accidents somewhere,
Old man Walker decides to go District and he leaves Jack
responsible for its business and Walterclough Hall.
Finally, a few years later, Old Man Walker himself died,
and the remaining child, John,
in London, inherit everything and give Jack Sharp,
Who has never liked him, pay attention to to immediately vacate the property.
But John Walker Jr. has a law on his side,
and after enough debate, In court, Jack Sharp must do it
empty property, whether he likes it or not
But not before he destroys it places and takes something of value.
Furniture...
silver, plate, linen.
You can only imagine it what they all go through
Anger and bitterness.
And then he built his own house, New house.
Here at Law Hill.
The place chosen is very careful, believers,
because looking down at Walterclough Hall.
And then he filled it with deposits he had been purloined from Hall.
Like him goading John Walker to come and pick him up If he is brave.
And is he brave? I doubt that. But the worst thing Jack Sharp did,
one of Mr Walker's older sisters has a son,
Raised at that time, called Sam Stead.
And Jack Sharp keeps in trading,
like he himself has been apprenticed by Mr. Walker old.
And he's smart, counted, little by little,
indulge and degrade Sam Stead by gambling and drinking,
and the child is too weak to know better
Why do you want to do that?
He did it because it caused misery and humiliation
to Walkers whenever possible.
That... I know. All that anger This is very... rich.
After all, if we are writing a novel. I imagine we need more paper.
BELLS PEAL
Of course we won't do it use our real name!
But should they be male names?
When someone writes something, it is what he wrote that was assessed When a woman writes something, Here she is.
We must choose poetry we want to use and then...
yes, if we are taken seriously and considered fair
and make something that resembles an advantage...
... we have to walk invisibly
What about the names both men and women?
"Dear Ellen, I arrived home a little after 2
" Everything was safe and correct yesterday.
"Emily and Anne leave Keighley to meet me
" Unfortunately, I have returned to the old road
"while they go with a new one, and we miss each other."
KNOCK ON DOOR
I go home.
Ah, Charlotte...
Miss Bronte!
Mr. Nicholls.
"I go into the room where Branwell, to talk to him.
"I might have saved myself The problem was when he didn't pay attention to it..."
Branwell?
"And there are no answers."
Branwell.
"He was stunned."
What is this?
Branwell? What is this?
That's for you.
I open it accidentally. It says "Esquire."
Give it to me.
Proof page
How much do you pay them for privileges to be published?
I assume you pay them.
I assume you are all beaten together.
I assume they don't pay you.
You are sick
I did not confirm or refuse, I did not answer.
I don't care he knows we pay them,
This is a means to reach as far as I know
I care about him talking to other people.
About us. Where did he get the money? from anyway? To enter the state?
He messed up a sovereign from Papa, yesterday. He claimed to have
some urgent things, and Papa said no. And the next thing you know
he gave it to him. God knows how or why and he ran out
down the hill to change it in Black Bull.
Maybe, when he is aware, he doesn't even remember he looks
our proof sheet I will write a letter Aylott and Jones and ask them
to handle our correspondence different in the future
Is he angry, Branwell? What we can do?
We can't follow it, walk he is now He is out of control!
We will never get anything agreed or done!
Anyway, why go to Northangerland? want to publish with his sister?
He must not be able to contribute to the costs.
We do the right thing, Anne.
Difficult, difficult,
But I'm sorry, he will drag us down with him if we leave it
All right, come on, big oaf.
That way Shifts.
TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS
TEMPA
Hello, Joe.
I've never
Eh?
How are you, kid? I've decided this morning to keep myself busy
Good.
Good!
Me too.
I thought I'd go and see John Frobisher
I thought I could write something to set to music.
And he will be that man. He is still here, isn't he?
In church? As far as I know, yes.
Don't you think again? about going abroad?
Not not...
I haven't seen any vacancies,
at least nothing, you know...
Not in the way it is at this time.
How are you at home?
It's like living with people
who doesn't speak the same language as me.
Honestly, Joe. I can be with some tribes
from a distant angle from the world
for all I have in common with them.
They hate me,
and I...
I only live there because I'm really a fool.
They need to get married, three.
Only, who has them?
Who has us?
How ridiculous we are.
And first time a small family that is pretty good
He... he really loves me, you know, Joe, Lydia.
Yes. Good... You know, I don't know.
I am not there, I can't say it.
I know everyone thinks I'm...
God knows, but if you see it,
if only for a moment, you will get it, you will see.
What will I see?
That she is a woman type that can change a man's life.
All of them... everything.
You have to look forward, though, uh No return
We already discussed this.
Am I tired of you, Leyland?
No, kid. No. You are not boring me.
I am worried you are kidding yourself.
Eh?
A woman of her age, in her position.
My only hope is that he will die immediately and I will be asked again
Hello.
Seeing.
I know.
Ahh, this is beautiful!
The same month shines since we were children.
Because our ancestors were children.
We are very small, really.
isn't it? I see...
... so it's not important
We are all.
Right.
DOGS GOODS IN THE ROAD
Bloody dog
HE HOWLS
HE JOIN IT
CACOPHONY OF HOWLING
HE LAUGHS
THEY CONTINUE MOTORCYCLE
There is a friend in Black Bull lookin 'for you Who?
He said he was from Thorp Green.
Who?
I'll take my jacket
Shift!
Are there friends who are looking for me? Aye, he passed there.
Mr. Bronte.
Someone has died Mr. Robinson.
He died three weeks this past Tuesday
Don't you know?
No. How can I?
Well, it's already in t'papers.
We don't get York newspapers.
You are recommended...
.. to stay away
Does he not... want me to go to him
He doesn't say that.
No, not him.
This is Mr. Evans.
One of the trustees from the will of Mr. Robinson
Apparently... he said If he sees you, he will shoot you.
Did he send you?
No no.
He did it.
He is worried you might appear.
And that is what Mr. may feel Evans is obliged to do what he threatens.
But, so too, You must know
with terms of will...
.. that if he remarries,
he will lose any rights for the fate of her husband.
What?
Every penny
And the house.
He...
He asked me not to tell you How bad he was.
You won't recognize it, Mr. Bronte.
He has forgotten himself in the past a few months waiting for him.
And then, the last few days before his death,
The attitude is very light, so, er...
... is reconciling.
Too bad to see it, kneel on the prayer.
Crying.
I think we can only guess it
what is the torment of conscience he might go through...
... now.
But... he sent you.
Hm.
To beg you to think about your own safety, Mr. Bronte.
and sanity.
Which...
under the stairs,
we are afraid of being hung by thread.
I don't care about my own safety.
No.
But the problem is...
... that will never happen, Mr. Bronte.
Do you understand?
You are advised to stay away.
Mr. Brown! Mr. Brown!
What do you want, you are a bit bugger
You must come! Mr. Thomas at Black Bull says you will come!
Now what? God knows.
There is a friend here.
Rice? Come on, kid. What is wrong? I send it for you
Look at the situation he is in... No, you have done it right.
Come on, kid.
BRANWELL WEEPS
Come on, you're fine.
Nothing I do, John.
You are just tired Nothing I do
Let's take you home Come on.
Why do we go up here? That's where you live.
I don't want to go home, I don't want to go home.
Now where do you want to go, then?
Keighley.
I think for myself You will be better at home.
No no! I have to go to Thorp Green, John.
I have to go to Thorp Green.
Fair enough, but not now, not today, not in this state
Yes, in this situation. This is the right situation.
You can. I can't, of course,
At two o'clock in the afternoon, I have to start working.
Ah, Mr. Nicholls.
He... He's already bad,
he has a little bad news
Get off you go
Almost arrived.
Carefully. Almost there.
SOBS BRANWELL
Calm down. Let me go Please, close your voice
Shut up, I hate you!
Tell me to calm down in my own home
I want to kill you!
Release your hand from me! Calm down. Don't tell me to calm down.
I don't want you to tell me anything
My house!
There is nothing wrong with me.
Look at them, all look at me!
They always see me!
With a stupid and empty face!
Please, stop looking at me!
Stop it.
And him!
What do you want, eh
You already have everything
You get.
You just stand there look at me all the time!
I hate you!
BRANWELL WEEPS AND MUMBLES INCOHERENTLY
Come on up, lie down.
Have a few knock-out drops, eh?
Eh? Come on.
Ohh... I feel sick.
Come on.
Until we leave. You heard it Lift me
I can do that!
Sorry. Sorry.
"Dear Ellen.
" We've been a bit -abused more than usual.
"Death of Mr. Robinson has served Branwell on the pretext of
" to throw everything about him becomes cloudy and confused.
"He becomes unbearable.
" To Papa he allows rest both day and night and night
"He constantly slept with money From him, sometimes threatening
" that he would commit suicide if it was cut from him. "
BEL RING
BRANWELL AND FATHER ARGUE IN ROOM
Morning, Miss Bronte. Thank you.
BRANWELL: Are you stupid? and blind?
There is nothing outside there!
Not for someone who's suitable for anything, like me!
"He said Mrs. Robinson is now crazy, that her mind is a complete accident,
"what finally emerges is in a hurry with the pressure of mind,
" and sadness at having lost him.
"I don't know how many believe from what he says
" He now states that he also can't nor will he do anything for himself.
"A good situation has been offered more than once,
" which by two weeks of work he may have qualified himself,
"but he won't do anything except drink and make us all harm."
BRANWELL: Just say where it is!
BRANWELL AND FATHER CONTINUE ARGUING
I beg you to recognize it - you are sick!
Two reviews One from The Critic one from The Athenaeum.
Both are anonymous, But both are really very good.
Especially about you
"Refreshing, strong poetry, there is no bad influence,
" Not namby-pamby, not boring imitation of familiar strains. "
Are they still fighting?
Will you be okay?
When do I go to Manchester with Papa?
It's only three weeks. I'm more concerned about when he returns
= = He needs rest and calmness. No...
Oh, do you get what you want?
Yes you! Are you proud of yourself, eh?
Wangling money from blind people? A man is practically in his 70s.
Fuck off. Eh! Come back here and say that. Yes, just go ahead. Try.
See what happens I don't have time
No? Only blind people and parents then, right?
If not, I'll do it.
Of course you will!
It's okay.
Has he just hit you?
Don't make a scene.
I still want to finish my story this weekend
There are several parts I want to see again,
But if so, it depends on where you and Anne are with you... Oh, Professor finished. As much as anything will happen.
Maybe we can persuade them out to the publisher
before you leave for Manchester
Emily.
Good luck.
And you.
Let him be wrapped up, look.
All bags in All are in control, Papa.
Did he ever hear it? Yes! I've heard Emily, Emily.
Do you know where the gun is?
Yes.
We all enter. thanks.
I will send the address Once we know what it is.
DRIVER: Walk!
Branwell doesn't know where is the gun What is he?
No more.
Is he still abed?
Crazy question
You don't give him money.
Whatever story is torn he comes with
OK?
He won't hit you.
And if he hits me, I will hit him again. Harder
"Dear Ellen, Papa and I come here on Wednesday.
" We saw Mr. Wilson, the oculist, the same day.
"He said Papa's eyes was quite ready for operations
" and was repaired next Monday for his performance. "
He cares about his illness
"Think of us that day, Nell dear.
" Wilson said we should do it Stay here a month at least.
"It will be gloomy.
" I want to know how poor Emily and Anne will stay at home with Branwell. "
KNOCK ON DOOR, BELL RINGS
Thank you.
"... can't at this time to consider publication. "
do you think they actually read it?
Do they look like they have been read?
Who is on the next list?
Chapman and Hall, 186 Strand, London.
RAINFALL, THUNDER RUMBLES
RAIN PATTER
"There is no possibility...
" Let's take a walk that day. "
Do you think it's wrong to write about something very close to home?
What is it like?
A woman....
He is forced to leave his house. A house that is good and rich,
to protect his child and himself,
because of a change in her husband characters when he sinks into...
You know, addictive behavior.
And then forced to make their own way In the world.
No, I don't think it's wrong.
I will never find Hindley
if I haven't been set up good example at home
Have you ever seen Branwell today? No.
Have you ever heard it?
"I see bodies on abandoned water,
" With eyes turning, swell and invisible, to the sky
"And the outstretched arm, to move as a wave on the wave
" The upbears in the endless tomb.
"It's not the time, but the ocean is thinning her hair is flowing;
" Decay, not sorrow, puts a naked forehead;
"Its members move, but not with hard work without strings attached,
"Because the sea is lighter than the chaos of this world.
" Corruption grabs his lips and red cheeks,
"But the vanity complaints that are hurt are not dead;
" And, even though the members are rushed to rot,
"There is no suffering needed their strength goes;
" With untouched eyes, and heart, and brain,
"Through tranquility and the storm it floats on the main.
" Although love and joy have been destroyed for a long time,
"His love suffers not one misery;
" Even though weeds and worms His beauty is hidden,
"It feels like it's not hurt arrogance or pride."
WIND IS PERFECT
Where do you go, kid?
Haworth.
HORSE WHINNIES
Whoa. Whoa!
Lasts!
Oh, hello.
Branwell!
Branwell?
Branwell.
Branwell?
One of you goes and takes Dr. Wheelhouse.
Get robes on!
Let's bring him inside.
Branwell, huh?
Come on, kid, sit down.
Let's bring him home. Come on.
DOOR OPEN
You know where I am Yes yes.
Thank you for coming, Doctor.
CHOICE OF DOOR
There is hope.
He is at home, he is back with us.
And, with food and abstinence,
and prayer, and peace and quiet,
we might still hope for better things.
abuse.
Self-inflicted
And I can't, in all conscience,
do other than blame the woman.
That... a sinful and hateful woman.
Who, with her more mature years and social benefits,
must have been shown better responsibility
He has come very low.
But, you know, sometimes A man must sink down
before he can change his life around.
And maybe that's what happened, what happened.
Here. Where is he
How does he live?
Does he want to abstain?
Oh, he must do it. He must distance himself.
Halifax, I assume.
I don't know That's where John always imagines himself.
Or where John knows Cursed him.
Have you talked to him? About abstaining
He fell asleep.
It will only work if he is determined to do it himself
Anne. Ssh!
I...
Anne.
I should do more. At Thorp Green.
I should have stopped it, I should have told someone,
I should...
I... get involved in their sin.
No, not you.
You are in an impossible position. I let that happen.
All I do is go, in the end...
I am a coward.
Moral coward, before God.
WOMEN LAUGHS
CHORUS OF LAUGHTER
LAUGHING TO BE MORE PROSPECTIVE
Are you okay, kid?
Lydia.
Wake up! Get up! There is a fire.
He grinned
I thought I had taken it out.
Branwell! Branwell! Branwell!
Look at me.
Branwell!
Delirium trembles.
That's when someone
who drinks strongly for weeks suddenly stops.
Whether through choice or, more usually, lack of funds.
The body does not know how to respond to , so seizures occur.
Will it happen again?
Carefully... no.
But you do need to watch over it.
He is lucky. You can just send it
for administrators this morning, Mr. Bronte, not me.
I think instead of returning here,
he must stay in my room with me
For now.
I write poems for you.
Are you?
Well, I wrote it, and I was thinking about you, after I wrote it.
I see...
It goes...
Do you want to hear it?
Yes.
Starting, this...
The first line is...
It goes...
"Cowardly souls are not mine
" There is nothing trembling in this world an environment full of storms
"I see the glory of Heaven shining
" And Faith shines alike arming me from Fear... "
Use your time.
" Oh, God, inside my chest...
"Oh, God, in my chest
" God Almighty
"In vain is a thousand creeds That moves a man's heart
" Extraordinarily in vain,
"Worthless like withered weeds
" Or idle foam in the middle of the main without limits
"Generating doubts in one...
" Generating doubts in one Holding so fast with your infinity,
"So it must be anchored The steadfast rock of eternity
"Your passion brings to life the eternal years
" Pervades and broods above
"Even though the earth and the moon are gone
" And the sun and the universe no longer exist
"There is no place for Death
" And what are you doing? may never be destroyed. "
I love you.
Good.
I love you.
Who? Courier Bel.
There is no name here. No, I know that, Mr. Bronte,
it's only aimed here, so... That is a mystery.
There is no such thing as in the whole parish,
as far as I know
No, yeah, that's why I think visitors happen
No no. There are no visitors
Not at this time.
Fair enough, I will take it back to sort out the office.
Ah, morning, Miss Bronte. Did I hear his name?
Bell Courier? Yes.
Good. That is not me. Clear. But if I can accept it,
I can make sure it reaches him.
He.
Look, he... Papa, he forgot.
He... Mr. Bell, he's not here.
He is here. But now... he doesn't.
So, I can forward it to him. I have the address
This is a funny name.
Courier I think it happened summat to do Mr. Nicholls.
Arthur Bell Nicholls. No. No, no, no, that... It's just...
That's a coincidence. Can I accept it?
Good! Well, it saves me filling a folder in the sorting office.
I am very obliged And that's how it happens.
How are you... brother? Is he...?
Oh, he...
He... you know
See you tomorrow, then! Miss Bronte
Goodbye See you See you later
Where is Emily?
Kitchen. Do you want it?
Letter from the publisher
Emily!
Thomas Cautley Newby
offer to publish Wuthering Heights and Agnes Gray.
The term is steep, but he offers to publish it,
more than others has been done, so...
What about Professor?
No.
No, he doesn't offer to publish it Why?
So you need to think about how you want to approach this No, that's...
We must publish it all together or not at all. Certainly.
It's sentimental, that's good,
but that's nonsense
but I will persevere in sending the Professor and with others that I have written.
But in the meantime, you have options to make Read it.
He asks you to provide it an advance ã50
on publication costs.
But obviously he believes it is feasible or he will not bid.
This is addressed to Currer Bell. Yes. That is interesting.
You don't... Of course not! I have to...
... fabricated.
ã50.
Maybe it's normal. Maybe anyone who wants to publish it
will ask for an advance payment of that kind
We are at risk, we have not known the poem Because of the poem.
Two copies sold.
You will... survive?
Oh yeah.
BANGING ON DOOR
Yes?
I want to talk with Mr. Bronte.
Pastor Bronte?
Patrick Bronte.
What should I say related to?
Who wants to know?
I am a county bailiff appointed by Mr. Rawson,
Judge in Halifax
I am here about unpaid debt. Did Mr Bronte enter?
Pain...
You just have to give me a minute.
SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR
Yes?
The man at the door, Mr. Bronte.
He said he was here unpaid debt
He said he had been sent by a judge in Halifax.
Well, then, gentlemen. How can I help? you? Mr. Patrick Bronte? Yes.
I was appointed by a judge in Halifax to collect debt
ã14, 10s 6d,
because Mr. Crowther from Commercial at Northgate, Halifax,
and now circulating for a total of eight months.
What is happening? Branwell, what happened?
Branwell...
Shift. Shift...
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Not so fast, little one. Great now!
You don't want me to hurt you.
And you don't want to hurt me, If you do it,
there will be a problem. Let me go
I think it must be so my child you want
Your child? Right, where is your child, Mr. Bronte?
I have him, Mr. Riley!
Emily! Take him from me! I can't breathe, Emily! Stop writhing!
Stop fighting! You will not anywhere I did not make any mistakes!
You have the wrong person What are you legging for at that time?
And why are you trying and hitting me, you're a little twat
Release your hand from me! Are you Patrick Bronte? Up!
Are you Patrick Branwell Bronte?
Answer the man!
I don't know who these people are.
You owe to some tax collectors in Halifax.
And if the debt is not paid,
they will take you to the debtor prison.
You better pay now, eh?
Bring him.
What?
No! Papa, I'm sorry I'm sorry! Forgive me!
I don't mean it! Forgive me! Charlotte! Emily!
We have money. We have money! We have money, please stop them
Please. Wait, boy!
Bring him back If it's okay with you, Reverend,
my colleagues will keep holding it until I get remittances.
I will ask for a receipt.
I will give you one.
Come on.
Yes, right.
"Gentlemen. I have received it your communication
" from the 5th instant, I say thank you
"Objection you want Various interests in The Professor are,
" I am aware, not without reason.
"I have a second narrative in three volumes now complete,
" which I have tried to convey a clearer interest
"rather than Professor's.
" I sent you per template a manuscript, titled Jane Eyre,
"a novel in three volumes by Currer Bell."
VOICE IN OTHER SPACE
BRANWELL: One of us won't do it Let the room live!
I will kill you or I will kill myself!
Do you want me to kill myself? Eh?
If I do it, parents, You can be sure
that you will encourage me to that
with endless prayers and your nonsense
Can't you understand, can't you get an idea
that is the only... only tough I have from my misery
being allowed a little drink.
I only ask for shilling, For god's sake!
Just... just take it.
He will continue and continue until He gets what he wants.
And I'm just...
... I don't always have energy...
... again.
I know this is against what I said before, but...
... my second thought is, sometimes,
better than the first.
I thought you should tell Papa about Jane Eyre
About how successful it is.
Why?
I think this can help him to know
which we now seem to find means to support ourselves,
possible, in case... whenever something happens to him
Why is Jane Eyre?
No, we will tell you about everything, but only... as a way in
But then... he will read it.
Now?
SHE KNOCKS
Hello?
Father?
Do you have time?
Yeah, fast.
I've...
I've already... I've written a book.
Books. And... Oh, alright...
Do you want to read it?
No, I can't.
I don't have time
And you know, with your little one, a little writing, I can't see it.
But it's great.
The problem, you see... was published
Has been published,
it's properly published... This is a book in three volumes.
Alright
Courier Bell.
No, he's famous, he... No, that's me.
Is that you? What are you
That...
I have published under a pseudonym.
Courier Bell. Look, that's the same initials.
And the problem is, this is only about to enter the second edition.
This... sells lots of copies.
It's true very amazingly successful
There is a stage playing it in practice when we speak
in a theater in... Victoria Theater, actually,
in London.
It's like that, um...
very well received.
But I...
So you are...?
You...? Yes.
And... I have made money.
With the prospect of making quite a lot more
And if we... if I continue hard work
and generate the type of writing
that people are ready to pay money,
then it must equip us with a comfortable existence.
Do you want me to read it? some of the reviews?
Well, I...
HE LAUGHS
Why did you keep it a secret? To protect ourselves.
We have been accused of being vulgar and rude.
I have "lost my right to be called a fairer sex member"
according to Lady Eastlake,
which speculates that Currer Bell may actually be a woman
"We don't hesitate to say it that the mind and mind tone
" human and divine - abroad,
"and fostering Chartism and rebellion at home,
" is the same as written Jane Eyre. "
And why is it vulgar? No, Papa!
People are just nauseous truth, about real life
Our work is smart. This is true.
But... more importantly, the point is...
We don't want Branwell to know.
That's the first and foremost why we keep it a secret?
It's not that he will be spicy, we can stand it.
That is because indeed he always wants to do it
And now it looks less and less It's likely he will do it,
This is like rubbing salt into a wound.
No one can know who we are. We have agreed
We just don't want you to worry that we're not
doing something with ourselves, because we have. We!
So who else knows, besides me?
Nothing I haven't even told Ellen.
Female cats?
None Publishers don't even know who we are
They think we are three people.
We want to stay like that. We just want you to know.
HE SIGHS
A little Helen Burns.
That's your little sister, Maria.
Maria is our older sister.
Yes. Of course he is.
Not one day passed When I don't think about it.
And Elizabeth is small.
And your mother.
I am very proud of you
I'm always so
CHURCH BELLS RING
"Sunday.
" Dear John, I will feel it is very obligatory for you
"If you can try to get me
" fivepence-worthy of gin in the right size.
"Then fast, I can Maybe take it from you or Billy
" on the track or what will happen is enough too, sent for, for you.
"I anxiously ask for help because I know the good will do me.
" Right at half past nine in the morning, you will be paid
"fivepence out of shilling give me that time
" yours, UN. "
CHURCH BELLS RING
He likes
BELLS CONTINUE RINGING
(Do you have a minute?)
What? We have to go to London.
Who? We. The three of us.
When? Today.
Why?
You...
Mr. Newby surely... I don't know...
sell the first few pages of Wildfell Hall Renters
to American publishers on understanding
that it was written by Currer Bell.
Well, that's clear a misunderstanding.
You won't...
please see
that this person is a fraud. Naughty
How many errors occurred did he print in Wuthering Heights?
Proof that you are painstakingly corrected that he ignores,
and now My publisher is very angry
that I can sell my next novel to another publisher
They first reject from my next two novels,
and now they think I'm some kind of immoral double dealer!
Well, just write and explain. No.
No, we have to go to London
and provide ocular evidence that we are three separate people,
the novel is not all work from one person,
and this is absolute garbage.
Well, I didn't go.
Why? Because you can write and explain all of that,
and just say that Newby is made error. This is not a mistake!
This is intentional and cunning effort
to dilute the success from Jane Eyre Sorry.
No! This!
Newby has made a mistake, along with many others,
Assuming we are all one person, that's all.
Why are you so stupid?
Why are you so melodramatic?
Emily!
I don't want The Tenant From Wildfell Hall to be promoted and sold
on cheats... misunderstandings, anywhere,
that by someone other than me.
We have to go to London.
Now.
Today.
And explain to Mr. Smith and Mr. Smith Williams what happened
It's inconceivable to imagine it I can think I can be very slippery.
But, wait, look, you can't.
You can't go to London and explain who you are
Yes, and you promised - you promised me -
that we will never reveal ourselves to anyone Ever.
Good...
I'm afraid because you... Mr. Newby...
... we now find ourselves in... situations.
Emily... I think we should go.
No! You also don't leave.
No, I No, not you.
Newby compromises my integrity just like Charlotte's.
I will not publish it again.
If you won't come with us, ... that's your choice
We don't need to fall out about this, Emily.
Has nothing to do with me!
Don't be like that, Em...
What's the problem?
Emily.
Yes, but you know the skin is worse than the bite, right?
TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS
Charlotte...
Jane Eyre.
Seeing.
Can I help you, miss?
Yes.
Yes, I will...
We want to talk to Mr. George Smith, please.
Mr. Smith?
Mr. Smith is very busy.
Yes...
But the thing is, you see... This is important.
Can I tell him what this is about?
Only...
It's just that it's an important problem.
I will, uh... I'll see what...
I will see if he has a minute.
Who should I say is asking to see him His...
It's smooth.
He is a very busy person.
We have traveled for 17 hours,
and we will take less than one minute from the time.
Sir, two women ask to see you What woman
Not giving a name, sir. What is this about?
The only thing I can expect, Sir, is that important? For me or them? They have asked no more than one minute of your time
They say they have traveled for 17 hours
Women. What can I do for you?
Do I handle Mr. George Smith? Yes.
This is a secret problem.
We...
We are here to address a misunderstanding,
ever achieved, will benefit everyone,
yours is the same as ours
So we apologize for what should be a disturbance
for your morning work
But maybe if I give this, will explain who we are.
Where did you get this letter?
In the post. From you.
You send it to me.
I... Currer Bell.
C Bronte, that's me
And this is Acton Bell,
author Agnes Gray.
The point is, the writer Wildfell Hall Tenants, not me.
And Ellis can't come. Ellis doesn't want to come.
Ellis is... Anyway... the point is...
we are three sisters.
I haven't sold the first few pages my next novel
to American publishers, as claimed by Mr. Thomas Cautley Newby.
That's not my novel, this belongs to Acton.
I... Mr. Smith, don't have anything, to be exact nothing, related to Mr. Newby.
And also my sister won't, now she has to see it in its original color.
We are people who have integrity.
And honesty.
And that's why we are here.
Setting things straight.
Sorry, you...
You are a Bell Courier?
What makes you doubt it, Mr. Smith?
My accent My gender My size?
Oh my God!
Oh, good God!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I also apologize, we have caught you off guard
But you know, we feel the best to come and see you directly,
given the tone of your letter
I want no place left for anything misunderstanding or further doubt
It's very, very appreciated, Lost...
SECOND: Bronte.
And it's very relief, of course.
Have you really been traveling for 17 hours
All night long. That's how your letter tone ..
You must be tired
Strangely, Mr. Smith, I feel so awake.
Where do you live?
We have ordered into Chapter Coffee House. On Paternoster Row.
Our father stayed there for a while before he went to Cambridge
And my sister and me, My other brother, Ellis, did it,
before we go to Brussels. You have inhaled.
Miss Bronte Oh, you have to meet people.
Do you know how many people? want... Thackeray!
Thackeray, Thackeray... Thackeray must meet you.
Eh... Kent, Kent.
Kent! Take Smith Williams! You have to meet Smith Williams.
He... he is an admirer of ... from... from...
She is...
your genius.
He who reads... who reads the Professor, and immediately sees,
before Jane Eyre - noble, by the way -
um, he saw...
he saw, he saw, Miss Bronte.
All of London literature - all of London -
will fall alone to spend a minute
in the Currer Bell company.
Um, someone really needs
to do something about this Mr. Newby, though, Mr. Smith.
Of course it is. He will be handled.
Please, please, come to my office
Ah, Smith Williams!
This...
This is...
Courier Bell.
Oh, how perfect.
How nice.
And this is Acton... Bell.
Ellis can't come. Do you like opera?
BRANWELL COUGHS
I will meet him, I will sit with him.
Are you sure
You sleep on their bed.
Branwell.
I will get sick.
He's VOMITS
You are back!
That was fast! Get to London.
How are you here? Alright,
We have had a sad job with Branwell. But besides that...
Good. Good.
You are the last person in the world I want to fall together.
I know.
We only told Mr. Smith and Mr. Smith Williams.
Well, and Newby later.
There is nothing else. We make it clear they also don't tell others.
They took us to the Royal Opera House,
Mr. Smith and Mr. Smith Williams do it,
with Mrs. Smith and her sister,
and we are with nothing to use but what we have done
They don't know who we are!
Heaven itself knows what they must have thought of us.
He...
What?
Branwell.
He has vomited blood.
"Dear Ellen,
" I received your letter informing us
"from the time of your arrival in Keighley with great pleasure.
" Emily and Anne anticipate your long-delayed visit
"As I did, myself.
"We will be outside Devonshire Weapon immediately at two o'clock.
"
Anyone for Keighley?
Ellen!
Charlotte!
Emily!
Anne! Miss Nussey
Which is your box? What is this?
Yes, that one is there What is your journey?
Long, tiring.
We haven't seen you for so long.
I know, I miss you.
Can we go? Yes. will delay your visit forever
if we are not careful
And he is so quiet now.
We barely see it during the day. He only sleeps.
I think more people have a cross to bear than we realize.
On the domestic side.
Silence
The strangest thing - I thought I said -
Robinson girls, you know the youngest two, Elizabeth and Mary?
They have started writing letters to Anne.
About six months later their father died
I mean, they really like Anne, more than she imagined.
Then they want to visit. Here.
So we let them, and they came last week.
Of course, Branwell knows nothing about that
What are they like? Oh.
You know.
Beautiful. Hollow.
Non-stop yak-yak-yak.
Emily tilted her head,
pure to satisfy his own curiosity, of course,
and then, after about four seconds, retreat.
This is one of the few opportunities I really enjoy honesty.
However, the point is, they told us last week...
... that their mother...
What?
... will get married...
Sir Edward Scott.
So much for regret and guilt and insanity
and clauses in people's will.
He is very unfortunate, Branwell.
You didn't tell him
What is the purpose?
I apologize for causing all this to you, Ellen.
Charlotte, I'm your oldest friend
You can tell anything, you know that.
See!
What is that? This is amazing.
This is three suns!
What is that? Beautiful.
Here are three of you
You can go now
You have to sit him to take off his clothes
Too bad you started this myopic self destruction!
"I hate everything you stand for!
'The revolution is in the air!
" Only a fool like you, sir, will ignore it! '
This is the famous dining table,
where the sisters usually sit and write.
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