[ Keys jingle, lock opens ] [ Hinges squeak ] [ Door closes ] WOMAN: No more tricks from you.

No more escapes.

You're to stay here safe and sound behind these nice thick walls.

[ Clink ] Better off, if you ask me.

The world outside is a dark and cold one for a woman.

When are we going to England?

You fool.

This is England.

[ Heavy breathing ] EDWARD: You have nothing to be afraid of.

I'll keep you safe.

[ Seabirds crying ] [ Indistinct talking ] Stay there.

[ Indistinct talking ] [ Insects buzzing ] Edward, what are you doing?

Sorry.

It's just that is everything on this island designed to prick, bite, or sting?

Not everything.

[ Laughs ] I'm sure my discomfort would be a great source of amusement to my father also.

His laughter must be echoing the length of Piccadilly.

Nonsense -- His concern is simply to see you make something of yourself.

I assure you, Richard, my father's sole concern is maintaining the reputation of the Rochester name.

A task which falls almost entirely on my brother.

A man's good name can be his greatest asset.

Apparently so.

How soon do you want to, uh...

I need to rest.

I found the voyage...arduous.

Of course.

Rest.

Gather your strength.

We want you to make a good impression, after all.

I wasn't aware I was required to impress, Richard.

Not required, no.

But I'm sure you will anyway... when you've rested.

[ Ticking ] [ Insects chirping ] [ Ticking ] [ Footsteps ] Richard.

You are unusually punctual.

Allow me to introduce a friend from England.

Edward Rochester.

Edward, the redoubtable Mrs. Harper.

An honor, ma'am.

And my stepsister, Antoinette Cosway.

It's a pleasure to meet you at last, Miss Cosway.

Richard's spoken of you often.

Oh.

Really?

Oh, yes.

Only in the most glowing terms.

I see he did not exaggerate.

Oh, you're very gracious.

My father was very fond of Edward, Antoinette.

He was keen that you two should meet.

Well, I'm only sorry that he cannot be here to introduce us himself.

That is my great regret also.

MRS. HARPER: Mr. Mason's passing was a tragedy for all of us, Mr. Rochester.

He leaves a space which is impossible to fill.

Sit down.

The girl will bring us some tea presently.

Have you been on the island long, Mr. Rochester?

A week or so.

But I'm afraid I've been confined to bed.

A bout of fever struck me down the moment I landed.

Yes, this climate has the trick of finding the weakness in seemingly the strongest constitutions.

Which is why you spend so little time here yourself, isn't it?

Well, it's very unfortunate to travel so far and then fall sick when you arrive.

To be honest, now that I'm here, it seems a small price to pay.

All of my life I've looked at pictures of England.

And I try to imagine what it must be like, but I find it impossible.

EDWARD: As impossible as it was for me to imagine Jamaica until I arrived.

ANTOINETTE: I have a friend who married an Englishman.

She writes to me about it.

She says England is like a dream.

EDWARD: I have to say, at the moment, that's precisely how your island seems to me.

Unreal.

Like a dream.

But how can these rivers and mountains and seas be unreal?

How can millions of people and thousands of buildings and streets seem like a dream?

ANTOINETTE: Oh, easily.

Much more easily.

In fact, I imagine a big city must be like a dream.

EDWARD: More than your small island?

Do you still think you're dreaming, Mr. Rochester?

EDWARD: I'm not sure, Miss Cosway.

Well, perhaps you're not quite over your fever yet.

Perhaps I'm not quite ready to wake yet.

Didn't I say it would be beautiful?

EDWARD: You were right.

ANTOINETTE: I'm trying to win you over so you don't miss home so much.

EDWARD: Well, then it's working.

I am won.

I knew this place would do it.

It's one of my favorites.

-Just one of them?

-Oh, yes.

There are places even more beautiful than this.

I'd like to know where.

We have a summer house in the mountains.

It's better than here.

It's better than anywhere.

Perhaps I'll get to see it one day.

Well, perhaps one day I'll show you.

[ Birds chirping ] Didn't Richard mention something about a plantation as well?

Yes.

Once.

A long time ago.

It was my father's.

And he was a slave owner.

Yes, this was before the emancipation.

It's hard to imagine how any good Christian could find slavery acceptable.

It's just how things were then.

He died, and we were alone there.

And then my mother remarried to Mr. Mason.

So you ended up in Spanish Town.

I did.

She died, and afterwards Mr. Mason traveled, but he provided for me, and I boarded at the convent school.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

-Oh, don't be.

They were kind to me, and I stayed with Aunt Cora sometimes when she was here.

Seems unjust that someone should suffer so much in so short a life.

[ Laughs ] It was all so long ago.

We mustn't let it spoil today.

Do you have family?

A father.

And an elder brother.

I'm the second son.

That's why I'm here.

My elder brother will inherit the title and the estate, and the second son must make his own way in the world.

Ah, so you've come to the islands to seek your fortune like the pirates used to.

Yeah.

I suppose so, in a way.

But that's exciting.

You should be happy, not downcast, especially not on such a glorious afternoon.

It is magnificent.

I feel like I could fly.

Like I could spread my arms and take to the sky like a bird.

What would you do then?

Stay firmly on the ground.

Ready to catch you should you fall.

RICHARD: So, are you decided?

-Is she?

-She's in no position to refuse.

Neither am I.

Well, then, why wait?

Why are you so eager to be rid of her?

I'm only eager to see my father's ambitions fulfilled.

Seem to be both toiling under the same yoke.

Edward, the truth is, the sooner she is rid of me, the better.

I'm no guardian.

I don't have the same qualities my father saw in you.

You're asking me to be her husband, not her guardian.

Does it seem so onerous?

She's not unattractive.

No.

She's lovely.

A delight.

And there's the dowry.

EDWARD: Yes.

Of course.

The dowry.

RICHARD: Your father thought it generous.

My father is as eager to wash his hands of me as you are to be rid of her.

[ Richard sighs ] You are an honest, decent man.

Part of a fine and upright family.

Antoinette should be glad of your good name.

You are exactly what she needs.

You'll ask her?

EDWARD: Dear Father.

All is well and has gone according to your plans and wishes.

I am to be married to Mr. Mason's stepdaughter.

£30,000 will be paid to me without question or condition.

This modest competence means I will never be a disgrace to you or to my dear brother, the son you love.

No begging letters.

No mean requests.

None of the furtive, shabby maneuvers of a younger son.

RICHARD: ...stepsister, Antoinette, and my dear friend Edward.

To love.

-To love.

-To love.

MRS. HARPER: To love.

[ Rain falling ] I have sold my soul.

Or you have sold it.

It is perhaps not such a bad bargain.

The girl is thought to be beautiful.

No, she is beautiful.

And yet... [ Indistinct shouting in distance ] MRS. HARPER: It's Richard I'm angry with.

He's left you no financial provision of your own.

Your stepfather left money to ensure security.

That fool has no right to hand it away to someone else.

-I have nothing of my own?

-Nothing!

But I have Edward.

You need security.

What?

For when my marriage fails?

I'm not at the altar yet, and you already anticipate disaster.

[ Sighs ] I thought you would be happy for me.

It's not my happiness you should be concerned with.

[ Bell chiming ] Are you so sure that I'm making a mistake?

You are young and pretty, Antoinette.

You have no need to throw yourself at the first gentleman that comes along.

But I'm not throwing myself.

I care for Edward.

You are blind, Antoinette.

You're seeing nothing but stars.

You have to look at him cold and hard.

You have to see him as he really is.

That is how he will be with you.

You must be sure.

Absolutely sure.

You're young.

Time is on your side.

Use it.

Wait a little until you truly know.

Until you're certain.

[ Footsteps ] [ Door closes ] What's wrong, Antoinette?

Have I upset you?

-No.

-Well, then, what is it?

Why do you not want to be married?

[ Sighs ] I'm -- I'm afraid.

Afraid of what?

Of what... of what might happen.

You've no reason to be afraid.

Oh, I want to believe that's true.

It is true.

When we're together, aren't we happy?

I am.

And can't you see I am too?

I thought I could.

But why do you seem different with other people?

What other people?

Richard.

And Aunt Cora.

Your Aunt Cora is very cold to me.

You know that.

She doesn't want to lose you.

It's understandable, but you can see how it makes things difficult for me.

And Richard?

Well, Richard is a man.

We laugh and joke and tell stories.

That's what men do.

We don't speak the way you and I do.

Not from the heart.

Of course I'm different with other people.

It's only with you I can be myself.

ANTOINETTE: You don't know anything about me.

You don't know anything about me.

EDWARD: I know you make me happy.

I know I want to marry you.

Take care of you.

I could say you don't know anything about me.

But you know how you feel about me, don't you?

Well, then, isn't that enough?

Shouldn't we trust that?

Isn't that what marriage is -- that bargain?

That I'll trust you if you trust me?

Do you trust me?

Then you have nothing to be afraid of.

I'll make you happy.

I will keep you safe.

I will give you everything you need.

Can you give me peace?

Anything.

I promise you.

I promise you.

You won't change your mind?

I would ask you the same question.

[ Indistinct talking ] [ Indistinct talking, voices whispering ] [ Church bells chiming ] [ Indistinct talking ] Here we are.

[ Chuckles ] At last.

They're all waiting.

[ Chuckles ] -[ Horse nickers ] -Come in.

MAN: Your luggage in the room.

Everything ready for you.

Oh, thank you.

[ Laughs ] Oh, Christophine.

Now that you are here, this is my favorite place in the whole world.

This is Rose.

And, uh... -Amelie.

-Amelie.

And, uh, this is Christophine, who was my nurse.

Long ago.

[ Chuckles ] Come.

Let me show you the house.

Breathe.

[ Chuckles ] -The air is sweet.

-Oh, everything is sweet here.

This is our sweet honeymoon house.

To happiness.

-You look like an emperor.

-God forbid, huh?

You'll like it here.

-What's through there?

-That's your dressing room.

This was all Mr. Mason's room.

It's very comfortable.

He didn't like it.

It can get cold at night.

Thank you.

I hope you be very happy, sir, in your sweet honeymoon house.

[ Insects buzzing ] [ Insects chirping ] What is it?

Your dress suits you.

It was made in Saint-Pierre, Martinique.

You say that as if it were Paris.

Oh, it is.

The Paris of the West Indies.

[ Woman speaks indistinctly in distance ] So, what do you think of Grandbois?

It's very beautiful.

I love it... as if it were a person.

More than a person.

I...I love it more than... than anywhere in the world.

Well, you don't know the rest of the world.

Well, is the rest of the world more beautiful?

No.

It's just different.

We used to come here in the summer to get away from the hot weather.

I came with Aunt Cora.

That was after the... After what?

No.

No sad stories.

Not tonight.

When it was very hot, I'd sneak out onto the veranda and fall asleep in the hammock.

Christophine didn't like that.

She said it was... Said it was very bad to sleep in the light of a full moon.

Christophine sounds like an old witch.

[ Chuckles ] I sometimes think she might be right.

Maybe I have slept too long in the moonlight.

You don't think that, do you?

EDWARD: The air here is so scented.

Mmh.

It's the flowers by the river.

They only open up at night.

[ Chuckles ] Night flowers.

Who ever heard of such a thing?

To tomorrow.

And to all the days after.

[ Heavy breathing ] [ Soft moaning ] [ Birds chirping ] [ Antoinette humming ] [ Woman speaking indistinctly in distance ] Now I'm your wife.

And I am Christopher Columbus on the shores of a new world, and you are my undiscovered country.

-[ Laughs ] -I claim you... [ Knock on door ] Oh!

We wake early here.

The morning's the best time.

Bull's blood, master.

[ Laughs ] It's coffee.

Mmm.

It's delicious.

Not horse piss like them English ladies drink.

I know them.

Drink, drink their yellow horse piss.

Talk, talk their lying talk.

Her coffee is delicious, but her language is disgusting.

Oh, it doesn't mean anything.

And why is she dressed like that?

They're dressed like that for feast days.

Is today a feast day?

She wanted it to be.

For us.

[ Antoinette laughing ] [ Water splashing ] You skim stones as well as a boy.

It was a boy who taught me.

What boy?

Sandi.

So much about you I don't know.

You know more of me than anyone.

I want to know everything.

Well, then it's lucky we have so much time.

We should get dressed.

Why?

Don't you like me like this?

Someone might come.

Well, no one comes here.

Besides, we're not doing anything wrong.

We're married.

Which is why we should get dressed.

[ Bird chirping ] -Is England very different?

-Very.

When I was a girl, we had pictures of England.

I used to think, "If only I could go there, everything would be different."

I'd be a different person.

I'd...

I'd be safe and sound.

You are safe and sound.

It must be strange... ...how after summer the trees grow bare.

And snow.

What's snow like?

Hmm?

I can't imagine it.

You'll not have to imagine it.

You'll see for yourself.

I dream about it sometimes.

What do you dream?

Antoinette?

Antoinette?

What do you dream?

Chandeliers and...dancing.

And swans and roses and...snow.

Always snow.

Here.

Let me cover you up.

The breeze can be cold.

What about you?

I need to get dressed.

for dinner.

I want to look my best.

Why don't you wear the other one?

Hmm?

Yes.

That one.

I prefer that one.

I could get another made exactly the same.

I'd like that.

And how do you prefer my hair?

Up.

Up away from your neck and shoulders.

Yes.

Like that.

Exactly like that.

[ Insects chirping ] Do you feel how fast you make my heart beat?

[ Inhales sharply, clears throat ] [ Laughing ] [ Voices whispering ] [ Voices whispering ] Books no good here.

Well, I wouldn't imagine you'd have much use for them, anyway.

Read and write I don't know.

Other things I know.

What, like how to spy on people?

The door open.

That how everybody know everybody else's business.

Well, my business is my own, and I expect it to stay that way.

I just tell you the truth.

You can't close your doors, you better learn to close your ears.

-What are you digging for?

-Treasure.

From your pirates?

The islands used to be full of them.

A long time ago.

Yes, but there are still traces if you look hard enough.

What kind of traces?

Gold and, uh, jewels.

All sorts of precious things buried in secret spots.

And does anyone ever find any of this treasure?

Yes.

But they never tell, because they want to keep it all.

So they don't speak of it, and they only sell to men who don't ask questions.

And everyone knows, but no one will tell.

These islands sometimes seem to be held together entirely by secrets.

Secrets and...treasure.

[ Chuckles ] And do you think I'll ever uncover any?

Oh, I'm certain of it.

And what should I do then?

We'll never tell.

Never tell.

I never wished to live before I knew you.

I always thought it would be better if I died.

How did you do that to me?

Hmm?

I wished it.

That's all.

Well, what if one day you didn't wish it?

What if you... What would I do then?

What if you took this happiness away again?

And lose my own?

I'd never be so foolish.

I'm not used to happiness.

It makes me afraid.

Don't be afraid.

[ Grunts ] I'll keep you safe.

[ Both breathing heavily ] If I could die now when I'm happy... Would you do that if you could?

Just say it and watch me.

Say "die" and I will die.

Who are you?

My name is Cosway, sir.

Like your wife's -- Daniel Cosway.

Your wife's father also my father.

I am your wife's brother by another lady.

What do you want?

To help you, sir.

I fear that you have been deceived.

Cosway a wicked family.

Slave owners.

But wickedness not the worst.

There's madness, too.

What do you mean, madness?

What are you talking about?

It's in all these white Creole.

Your wife's mother marry old Cosway, he die raving and cursing.

She marry again and try kill her husband.

He have to keep her shut away.

My wife's mother died years ago.

Lies, sir.

They tell you lies.

You don't believe me, then ask Richard Mason three simple question.

Ask him if your wife's mother a raging lunatic.

Ask him if your wife goin' the same way.

And ask him if they all knowin' it.

Money is good, sir.

But no money can pay for a crazy woman in your bed.

You're talking about my wife!

There's more you should know.

The girl Amelie know me.

You come see me.

What?

What is it?

You got a look says you're happy.

I am.

Then now is a good time for me to go look after my own house.

What do you mean?

You mean leave here?

Is time.

No.

The young master don't like me.

What?

If I stay here, I bring a bone of contention in your house.

But what am I to do without you?

You do fine.

You got to stand on your own feet, girl.

Women must have guts in this wicked world.

You're decided, then.

Be strong, Doodoo.

Be strong.

Edward, Christophine is leaving.

Best for me to go now.

-Edward?

-I heard.

-Is something wrong?

-No.

CHRISTOPHINE: Amelie?

Smile like that once more, and I mash your face like a plantain.

And maybe I give you a bellyache make you lie down a long time.

You hear me?

Yes, Christophine.

You have no right to threaten her like that.

She good for nothing.

Creep and crawl like a centipede.

I think it's just as well you've decided to leave.

Goodbye, Doodoo.

Goodbye.

Be strong.

Remember, I am close by.

Goodbye, Christophine.

Thank you.

And what mood is this?

My head is perfectly clear.

Do you take after your mother, do you think?

Do you look like her?

I don't know.

I -- She must have been very young when she died.

She must have been very beautiful.

-Do you remember?

-Of course.

How old were you when she passed away?

I-I was 11.

You seem unsure.

No, I was 11.

That was a long time ago.

Why do you seem like a stranger today?

You think me strange?

You're still in your nightclothes.

You should go and get dressed or go to your room.

Why are you speaking to me like this?

It's not normal to be walking around like that in the day.

Who's business is it?

-I am your husband.

-Not my jailer.

It's not appropriate to be walking around like that.

You should get dressed or go to your room.

[ Birds chirping ] What is it?

What?

It's water, master.

I thought maybe the mistress want to wash. Do you know what happened to the mistress' mother?

I've been told it's not right for me to talk about such things.

What things?

I want you to tell me.

It's just what I hear.

I can't say true or not.

I understand.

Tell me what you hear.

I hear the lady go mad.

I hear she try and kill her husband.

So they lock her away and forget her.

Shall I go in now, sir?

Go ahead.

Take it in.

Let her wash. [ Water pouring ] Leave me alone.

Creole woman like you.

You're always alone.

Get out!

Your husband outside there.

He look like zombie.

Maybe he tired of your sweet honeymoon.

Too much sweet make a person sick in the stomach -- sick in the head sometimes too.

Don't you speak to me like that!

Do you hear me?

Don't you speak to me like that!

-[ Glass shatters ] -White cockroach!

[ Antoinette gasping ] Antoinette!

What are you doing?!

-Go away, girl!

-"Girl"?

Why, she's as old as the devil himself!

What's happened to you?

To me?

What about the way you attacked that girl?

-You side with her?

-I side with no one.

I judge for myself.

Judge who?

She called me a white cockroach!

That's what they call me.

Or white nigger!

'Cause I'm Creole.

I'm not like them, but I'm not English like you.

Between the two of you, I sometimes wonder who I am myself!

Now, will you please go away?

I need to get dressed.

[ Voice whispering ] [ Birds chirping ] [ Whispering continues ] The girl tell me you ready to see me.

I know you a man who recognize the truth.

And the truth shall set you free.

You told me there was more I should know about my situation.

You know what I say was no lie.

People saying things behind your back, but to your face they get frightened.

[ Whispering continues ] Is that woman at your house?

Christophine?

What about her?

She's obeah woman.

[ Echoing ] She make bad magic.

-"Obeah"?

-Mmh.

She lie to you worse than your wife.

I don't have to believe no woman.

My brother different, though.

He marry a fair colored girl.

His son Sandi like a white man.

Only more handsome.

Your wife know Sandi long time.

Ask her.

She tell you.

Not everything, I think.

No, not everything.

I see them when they think nobody see them.

They fool you well about that girl.

Must be you're deaf.

You don't hear people laugh when you marry her?

She starts with Sandi.

Want me to shut my mouth.

Want to do everything quiet like the English do.

If I keep my mouth shut, seems to me you owe me something.

What's £500 to you?

If I don't get the money I want, you'll see what I can do.

Give my love to your wife for me.

Kiss her pretty white face.

You're not the first.

You're not the first!

[ Thunder rumbling ] Oh, my love.

Please don't be angry.

I'm...

I'm sorry.

Please.

Please forgive me.

For what?

For whatever I have done to upset you.

Have you done anything?

Well, I must have done.

Why else would you -- would you be so cold with me?

But you don't know.

Well, then, please tell me.

Let me put it right.

Let...

Please let me be your -- your sweet Antoinette again.

Hmm?

I don't like that name.

I never have.

It's too complex.

I'd like to think of you as something else.

Something simpler.

Well, what do you mean?

That's my name.

I'll think of another.

Proper English name.

One that suits you.

But my name is Antoinette!

[ Echoing ] My name is Antoinette!

My name is Antoinette!

My name is Antoinette!

My name is Antoinette!

[ Footsteps ] He doesn't love me, Christophine.

He sleeps in the other room.

He doesn't talk to me.

I can't stand it.

What do I do?

Leave him.

Man don't love you, more you try, more he hate you.

No, I can't leave him.

I couldn't bear it.

Man don't treat you good, pick up your skirt and walk out.

You do it, and he come after you.

Especially a rich white girl like you.

No, he won't come after me.

I'm not rich.

I don't have anything.

He has everything.

What you tell me?

That's English law.

You know what I want.

No, Doodoo.

Bad, bad trouble come when you meddle with it.

If the man don't love you, I can't make him.

Yes, you can.

I know you can.

If you could make him come to me just once more -- just one night -- I know -- I know I could make him love me.

The man hear stories.

He don't know what to believe.

That is why he keep away.

Do battle for yourself now.

Tell him about your mother and all what happened to her.

Tell him why she got sick and what they do to her.

Don't bawl.

Don't make crazy faces.

And no crying, either.

Crying's no good with him.

Speak to him calm and cool.

Tell him the truth.

It's too late for that.

Never too late for that.

If...

If I do as you say... ...then... ...then will you give me what I asked for?

Huh?

Please?

Christophine.

Please.

Help me.

[ Insects chirping ] I went to see Christophine this morning.

What did she have to say?

She told me I should leave you.

Really?

I told her you seem to hate me, and that was her advice.

I don't hate you.

I'm very concerned about you.

Why do you treat me like this?

Is there a reason?

Is your mother alive?

No.

When did she die?

Last summer.

So you lied to me.

No.

No.

No, it wasn't a lie.

She died two deaths -- the real one when I was young and then the one at the end.

-I heard about your mother.

-I know.

People always tell lies about her.

They -- They tell stories, and -- and they won't listen to the other side.

-Is there another side?

-There's always another side.

-I heard that your mother -- -I know!

I know what you heard.

That -- That -- That my mother was mad and that I must be too.

-Was it true about your mother?

-No.

Uh... Ugh!

It's difficult!!

We don't need to talk about it tonight.

We must talk about it tonight.

Not tonight.

Another time.

No other time.

Now.

You have no right to ask me questions about my mother and then not listen to me!

I'll listen to you.

If that's what you want, I'll listen to all you have to say.

They say when trouble comes... close ranks.

And so the white people did.

But we were not in their ranks.

They did not approve of my mother.

We were alone and poor for five years after my father died.

It is -- It is a long time to live like that.

She was so lonely, she grew away from people.

And then?

Then one day everything changed.

Suddenly there were people again.

Visitors and then Mr. Mason.

So why did you leave the plantation?

We were driven out.

They burned the house to the ground.

-Very dramatic.

-It's true.

The fire killed my brother Pierre.

And in a way, my mother died too that night.

Death number one.

She'd lost Pierre, and she blamed Mr. Mason.

She wouldn't let him near her.

He said she tried to kill him.

He bought a house, hired a man and a woman to keep her there and look after her.

So she did go mad.

They told me she was ill, that she'd gone to the country.

They wanted me to forget her.

I'm not a forgetting person.

So, what did you do?

One day I went to visit her.

I could hear her crying, so I ran up onto the veranda where I could see into the room.

She was wearing an evening dress cut very low, and she was barefoot.

And there was a fat black man.

The one Mr. Mason had hired.

He had a glass of rum, and he said, "Drink.

Drink and you'll forget."

And she drank it all without stopping.

Then... he grabbed her and kissed her.

His mouth hard on hers.

And she didn't even struggle.

And I remember... he laughed.

He laughed.

And...

I ran away, and I never went back.

Well, there it is.

That's the truth.

Is it... Is it too late for that?

You're shivering.

Your hands are cold.

You've been set here too long.

It's late.

We can talk things over tomorrow.

And all the days after.

Will you come in and say good night to me?

Of course.

If you wish.

We're letting ghosts destroy us.

We've forgotten how to live.

Drink.

Drink.

Drink and you'll... and you'll remember.

[ Insects chirping loudly ] [ Chirping stops ] [ Retching echoing ] [ Breathing heavily ] [ Gasping ] [ Glass shatters ] [ Sobbing ] Bring me something to eat.

[ Insects chirping ] What are you doing?

Fixing you better.

Why?

I'm sorry for you.

Sorry for me?

[ Breathing heavily ] [ Edward grunts ] [ Amelie moaning ] [ Grunting and moaning ] [ Pounding on door ] [ Grunting and moaning, pounding continues ] [ Pounding continues ] [ Pounding continues ] Here we are.

It's a present.

So, what will you do now?

My sister's in Demerara.

A dressmaker.

I will see her.

You're too beautiful to be a dressmaker.

Or maybe I go to Rio.

Plenty of rich men in Rio.

Rio's a long way from Christophine.

You still sorry for me?

Yes.

I'm sorry for you.

But I'm sorry for her too.

[ Insects chirping ] What are you doing?

Having a drink.

Do you think that's wise?

You think you can stop me?

Is she prettier than me?

Hmm?

Hmm?

Is that why you're trying to -- to turn me into someone else?

You married the wrong kind.

You like the -- you like the colored girls better.

[ Sighs ] You talk so much about how you don't like slavery, and then you get up to the same tricks when you get the chance.

-It's hardly the same.

-Oh, isn't it?

Well, you sent the girl away quicker and with less money, probably.

Slavery wasn't a matter of liking or disliking.

It was a question of justice.

Justice?

Oh, that's a cold word.

A damn cold lie.

There is no justice.

I loved this place.

I loved it with all my heart.

And now you've made it a place I hate.

I used to think if I lost everything, I would still have this.

But now I have nothing, and I hate it like I hate you!

And I swear, before I die, I will show you just how much!

Don't you love me even a little?

No.

Stop it!

Aah!

Come on!

Try and touch me just once.

Try.

Hush up now.

Crying's no good with him.

I told you before.

Crying's no good.

I hope you satisfied.

Hope you well satisfied.

You will burn for what you do to her.

Father, you've succeeded.

Did you plan this to make a fool of me?

I was young... conceited... foolish... and trusting.

Above all, I was young.

I am not young now.

There is a cool wind blowing.

A cold wind.

Words rush through my head.

"Pity" is one of them.

Is there none for me?

Tied to a lunatic for life.

That blank, hating face.

How much for one tear -- one human tear?

If she weeps or smiles...

...I will take her in my arms.

My beautiful lunatic.

What would I care for gods or devils or for fate itself if she smiles... ...for me?

Baptiste says the horse is ready.

The carriage will meet us in the town.

The luggage will follow in a few days.

Where are we going?

Home.

To England.

And what will happen in England?

You are not well.

I will consult with doctors and follow their advice.

Doctors will say whatever you tell them to.

I want what's best for you.

You must trust me.

How can I?

I know nothing about you.

Very well.

If it's to be hell, let it be hell.

No more false heavens.

And no more damned magic.

You hate me.

But we will see who hates best.

ANTOINETTE: They tell me I'm in England.

But I don't believe them.

We lost our way to England.

I fell asleep.

And when I woke, we were in colder waters.

We had crossed the wide Sargasso Sea.

But we changed course and lost our way.

This is not England.

But I know now why I'm here.

I know what I must do.