A Tale of Two Cities (1984) - full transcript
During the turbulent days of the French Revolution, Frenchwoman Lucie Manette falls in love with Englishman Charles Darnay who's hiding his true identity and purpose.
♪
(thunderstorm)
(horses neighing)
Get up.
Come on.
Get up-- hey, up there.
Curse the rain and this awful road.
As for you horses, it's the knacker's yard for you.
(thunderstorm)
Push harder, gents, and we'll make it to Dover
in time for supper.
Get up there.
Up, up.
(horses neighing)
All right, Tom.
Get us out of here.
Stuck on this hill, we're an easy prey
for the highwaymen.
Just another push should do the trick, Jack.
Hold there, Tom.
You hear that?
It's a horse coming up at a gallop.
Whoa. Whoa.
(galloping horse)
No hold.
You stand.
I shall fire.
Is that the Dover mail?
I've got a message for one of your passengers if it is.
What passenger?
Mr. Jarvis Lorry.
Is that Jerry Cruncher?
It is, Mr. Lorry.
I have a message for you from Tellson's Bank.
It's all right, guard.
I know this man.
What is the message, Jerry?
Stay where you are.
Don't give me cause to make a mistake
because if I do it will cost you your life.
The message is, wait at Dover for Mam'selle.
I see, Jerry.
Say that my answer is "recall to life."
Have you got that?
Yes, sir.
Recall to life.
All right.
Off you go.
(horse galloping)
Did you hear that message?
I did.
"Recall to life."
Right, Tom.
Get up. Get up.
(horse neighing)
Up there.
Get up.
♪
♪
♪
Whoa, wait up.
Whoa.
(dogs barking)
Thank you, driver.
You've done well.
Thank you, sir.
I'll do even better when there will be no rain.
Good evening, sir.
Good evening.
My name is Jarvis Lorry.
Take my luggage up to my room.
Yes, sir, and if you're hungry,
I can bring you something to eat.
Ah, yes, refreshments and then to business.
Landlord, a young lady called Miss Manette
is due here shortly.
She will ask for the gentleman from Tellson's Bank.
Is that Tellson's Bank of London, sir?
Yes, it is.
Do you know it?
Oh, indeed I do, sir.
Can I get you anything else, sir?
A small glass of port, if you please.
Very good, sir.
I'll see to that and a room for the young lady.
Mr. Lorry, if you'd be the gentleman
from Tellson's, a young lady has arrived
just this minute and would like to see you.
Ah, excellent.
Show her in.
Jarvis Lorry at your service, ma'am.
Good evening, Mr. Lorry.
I have received a letter from the bank
with regard to the estate of my dear late father.
Pray, take a seat, Miss Manette.
The letter said that a trip to Paris
may be necessary to conclude this business.
That is so, my dear.
It is also necessary to tell you my role in this.
I would appreciate that, sir.
As an officer of Tellson's, I have been responsible
for managing your affairs since you were brought
from France as an orphan nearly 20 years ago.
That I know, sir.
Miss Manette, it was I who brought you
to England as a babe in fulfillment
of your mother's last wish that you be made
a ward of Tellson's bank.
You have grown up not knowing a great deal
about your poor father.
I hope that what I have to say won't upset you.
I am anxious to hear your story.
I tell of France where decent people live
in fear of a cruel and oppressive aristocracy.
For more than 20 years, they have suffered the outrages
of a corrupt nobility which can deprive a man
of his life or liberty at a whim.
Mr. Lorry, is that what happened
to my father?
I'm afraid it is.
Prepare yourself for a shock, Lucille.
We have news of your father's whereabouts.
-But, I thought he was... -Yes.
He was believed dead, but I'm happy to tell you
that that's not so.
He has been locked away in the Bastille
for all these years.
Why, Mr. Lorry?
Why?
Why in that terrible place?
That I cannot answer, my dear, but he is alive and free.
Although, I fear, not very well.
Twenty years in a French prison has affected him very badly.
But he is alive?
Yes, Lucille.
Your father is alive.
He is staying with a man who once worked for him.
A Monsieur Defarge who owns a wine shop in Paris.
Ah.
Miss Manette! Miss Manette!
Allow me, sir.
I am Miss Manette's companion.
She will be all right now.
I must apologize, madam.
Had I know that you were traveling
with Miss Manette, I would've asked you to join us.
As it is, I am thankful
that you arrived when you did.
Thank you, Miss Pross.
I'm feeling better now.
I was just not prepared to hear such wonderful news.
Mr. Lorry, I must go to him immediately.
In that case, I shall book passage
on the morning boat to Callay.
From there, we can go by coach to Paris.
(drum roll)
(bell ringing)
(trumpets sounding)
♪
(buggy noises)
♪
♪
Give me back that potato.
It's mine now.
Well, I haven't eaten since Sunday.
You're not the only one who's starving.
Ow!
(yelling)
Monsieur Defarge!
Monsieur Defarge!
What's this?
Hardworking people turned into scavengers,
forced to squabble for food in the middle of the street?
Give me that.
We can't learn to share our good fortune,
what then is the difference between us
and the hated aristocracy?
Forgive me.
My stomach overruled my head.
Is this what the people of France
have been brought to?
Quiet your anger, husband.
At least we have food on the table.
Unless the poverty that infests our country
gets worse every day.
Those who suffer will one day end
this rule of tyranny.
Hush, woman!
The walls have ears.
Monsieur Defarge, I beg a moment of your time.
Willingly, sir.
(whispering)
Really?
Of course, sir.
You're very welcome and you too, mademoiselle.
Please, come with me.
I must warn you both that behind this door
is a very sick man.
He believes he is still in prison.
(gasp)
Is it really necessary to lock him in?
The lock is to keep others out.
After so many years, too much has changed
for an old man.
We understand, sir.
Understand, old soul, he is not used to people
fussing over him.
You have visitors.
What did you say?
I said, you have visitors.
Oh!
Those are fine shoes you're making, sir.
Shoes?
Oh, yes.
Fine shoes.
May I inquire as to the name of the maker?
The maker's name?
Do you wish to know my name?
105 North Tower.
You have no other name?
105 North Tower.
That is me.
(gasp)
Your poor father is not the same as when I last saw him
but praise to God he is still alive.
Yes, thank heaven for that.
Good sir, do you not know
your name is Manette?
The same name as I bear?
Are you the jailer's daughter?
No, father!
I see faces that I think I know.
I hear voices that sound familiar
but no, I cannot recognize them.
My dearest dear, your agony is over.
We are here to take you from it.
Gentlemen, would you make arrangements
for our return to England immediately?
I will stay with my father.
I think one of us should stay with you.
There is no need for that.
I wish to be alone with my father.
Don't worry.
As you wish.
We won't be long.
The door will be unlocked.
♪
Thank you for all your help, Monsieur Defarge.
I did no more than my duty, Miss Manette.
Your father was always very good to me.
Goodbye Defarge, and thank you.
You have been a loyal friend to Dr. Manette.
Adieu, my friends.
(sounds of horse hooves)
Now to pick up Miss Pross.
She and I will have you well again in no time.
I'm afraid it will take a lot longer
than you think, my dear.
(ominous music)
(clarinet music)
♪
(cat meowing)
Now, young Jerry, me lad, off to bed.
I've got to go out.
I've got business to attend to.
What business, father?
I'm going fishing.
Now, off with you.
♪
Don't look much like fishing tackle to me.
♪
(cats meowing)
♪
(dogs barking)
♪
♪
Strange place to go fishing.
♪
♪
(gasp)
I better get home before they see me.
♪
♪
(rooster crows)
Come on, son.
Let's get to work.
Tellson's won't wait.
♪
Father, why do you go fishing so often?
You're too young to understand the needs
of modern medicine, boy.
Will you teach me how to fish, Father?
When I think you're old enough, son.
I saw you fishing last night.
You--you saw me?
Yes.
In the cemetery.
Now listen young Jerry, what you saw me doing last night
was tradesman's work.
The doctors need people like me.
You don't understand how hard it is to make
an honest living these days.
Are you honest, Father?
Times are hard, my boy.
I've seen men hanged for stealing no more
than a loaf of bread.
The law is cruel and judges don't show
no mercy to people like us.
♪
Messenger?
Coming, sir.
Mr. Lorry requires your services at the Old Bailey.
Yes, sir.
Go quickly.
Make your presence know to Mr. Lorry
as soon as you arrive.
I will, sir.
If you need any errands done while I'm away,
my son will be at my station.
♪
State your business.
I'm a messenger.
Mr. Lorry sent for me.
Enter.
(crowd talking)
♪
What's he charged with, Mr. Lorry?
Treason.
Treason, heh?
That's a hanging offense or worse.
I'm afraid it is, Jerry.
(gavel pounds)
Order.
Order in the court.
We have, before us, the case of the crown
versus Charles Darnay.
Mr. Attorney General, please read the charges
against the prisoner.
The prisoner is charged with treason against
His Majesty, The King,
in that he has passed secret information
listing the strength of the forces
that His Majesty had intended to send to America.
Traitor!
(crowd yelling)
(gavel pounds)
Silence!
Silence in this court!
The crown seeks to prove the case against Charles Darnay
with the evidence we now lay before you.
(crowd muttering)
Call the first witness.
Call John Barsad!
John Barsad, you were Mr. Darnay's servant,
were you not?
Companions, sir.
And is it not true that you followed
your patriotic duty when you found certain documents
in the prisoner's possession?
Yes, sir.
I reported it to your office.
What were those documents?
Troop lists, sir.
I believe that you had occasion to travel
with the prisoner to coastal areas
where the troops were militant whilst awaiting...?
Your witness, Mr. Stryver.
Mr. Barsad, have you ever been a spy?
No.
How do you make your living?
From my property.
Did you inherit it?
Yes.
From a relation?
Yes.
-Ever been in prison? -Never.
My Lord, I object to Mr. Stryver's
line of questioning.
It has no relevance to this case.
Your Worship, if I may continue,
I will demonstrate that this witness
is not the honest, upstanding gentleman
that Mr. Attorney General would have us believe.
I will show that he has been in the employ of someone
who wishes to discredit Mr. Darnay.
(crowd yelling)
(gavel pounds)
Continue, Mr. Stryver.
Have you ever been in prison?
No.
Not even in the debtors' prison?
Well, yes.
How many times?
Once or twice.
You sir, in fact, have been there
on five or six occasions.
Have you ever lived by gambling?
No more than any other gentleman.
Have you ever cheated at dice?
Never.
Never been thrown downstairs for cheating?
Never--I once tripped and fell down of my own accord.
Have you ever borrowed money from the prisoner?
Yes.
-Did you pay him back? -No.
Have you ever been employed by the government?
Never.
Never been paid for laying traps?
Oh, dear, no!
-Are you sure? -Yes.
I put it to you, sir, that you were short of funds
and fabricated this evidence in order to raise money.
That is not true.
I'm afraid, sir, we have no way of establishing
the truth but in my opinion you are an abject liar.
I believe there is nothing you wouldn't say
to further your own ends.
Mr. Lorry, on that Friday in November,
were you a passenger on the London to Dover coach?
I was.
Look now at the prisoner.
Was he not on the same coach?
There were two men on the coach.
Both were well wrapped against the cold.
I did not see their faces.
You returned from France by ship?
Yes, I did.
Did you see the prisoner on this journey?
I saw him go off the ship.
What time did he arrive at the dock?
At a little after midnight.
So, at the dark hour of midnight,
you saw the prisoner sneak aboard?
You're trying to put words into my mouth.
He boarded the ship as an ordinary passenger would.
Were you traveling alone?
I was in the company of Dr. Manette
and his daughter.
I should like to call Miss Manette.
Miss Manette, please step forward.
(crowd talking)
-You are Miss Lucille Manette? -Yes, sir.
Have you seen the prisoner before?
Yes, sir...
On the ship you referred to.
Was there anyone with him?
Yes.
There were two other men.
Did you see them whispering between themselves?
I think I may have but I could hear nothing
of what they said.
Did you see the prisoner handing papers
to these other men?
It was very dark.
I could see very little but I think he did.
Miss Manette, could you tell the court
of your encounter with the prisoner?
Sir, I employ you, do not think badly
of Mr. Darnay.
He cannot be guilty of this crime.
That is for the court to decide.
I ask you again, to describe the events
of that night.
When the gentleman came on...
You mean the prisoner, Miss Manette?
As you wish, sir.
The prisoner came on board.
(rain)
♪
He noticed my father was in a weak state of health
and offered to assist me in finding shelter for him,
away from the wind and rain.
As the trip progressed, he confided in me
that he was in France on business of a delicate nature
that concerned his family.
He told me he traveled quite often to France.
He always went under an assumed name to avoid
being recognized.
I must interrupt you to ask if the prisoner spoke of matters
concerning America?
Yes, he did.
Oh, heaven help me, he did!
Miss Manette, I'm sure the prisoner
understands that you must tell the truth.
Well, he spoke of England's quarrel
in America and told me that he thought
it was folly for the English to be there
but it was said as a jest, I'm sure.
Please continue, Miss Manette.
He said that George Washington would possibly, one day,
be as famous as King George III but, mark you,
he also talked of France.
He told me conditions there were very harsh
and how deeply he felt for the people he'd left behind.
Your Worship, if I may point out something
of importance?
Any conversation Miss Manette had with Mr. Darnay
on route from France is beside the point.
Darnay is accused of spying on troop barracks in England.
The witnesses to that claim only to have seen him
from a distance.
I ask that my associate Mr. Carton,
step to the front of the court.
Mr. Carton, please stand beside Mr. Darnay.
Do you not see a strong resemblance?
I do not deny that a man may have been seen
spying on our forces, but what I ask is,
could you convict my client of such a serious offense
when it could so easily have been a matter
of mistaken identity?
Gentlemen of the jury, we've heard the testimony
of over 20 witnesses.
The Attorney General has put forward
a persuasive argument which, unfortunately,
relies too much, in my opinion,
on circumstance and supposition.
I would caution you to ponder this case carefully.
An ill-considered verdict could send an innocent man
to a terrible death.
On the other hand, if you're convinced
the charges are fully proven, then you must find
the prisoner guilty.
Hang him!
You will retire now to consider the evidence.
(crowd yelling)
♪
Traitor, murderer!
Hang him!
(gavel pounds)
The prisoner will stand.
Gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Worship.
How do you find the accused, Charles Darnay?
Guilty or not guilty?
(crowd yelling)
Not guilty, Your Worship.
(crowd yelling)
(gavel pounds)
Silence!
Silence in this court!
Charles Darnay, you are free to go.
This court is now dismissed.
(bells tolling)
♪
(crowd talking)
Toast to your freedom, Mr. Darnay.
(laughing)
A toast to the good work of Mr. Stryver and yourself.
(glasses clanking)
Without your observations, I am sure the jury
would've believed all those lies.
Another mug of ale?
Not for me, sir.
I'm afraid the excitement of these past few weeks
has weighed heavily upon me.
Forgive me.
I understand, but I must beg of you
one more toast.
To the lady who showed such sympathy
and compassion this very day.
A toast to the very beautiful Miss Manette.
(glasses clanking)
Miss Manette.
I have a question.
Do you think I like you?
No.
I don't think you do.
Do you think I'm drunk?
I think that you have been drinking.
And you shall know why?
I care for no man on earth, for no man cares for me.
Much to be regretted.
I think it is time for you to leave.
(cats meowing)
♪
(knock on door)
Ah, could only be you, Sydney Carton.
Come in from the night.
We had luck in court today, sir.
Not luck, Sydney.
That case was won on your astute observation.
Had you not noticed your own likeness to Darnay,
things might well have been different.
That could be so.
Sydney, with your lack of drive and ambition,
you are a wasted man.
It has always been my way.
I doubt that I shall change.
Meanwhile, as you assist me in becoming
one of the leaders of our profession,
you sit in the background.
Let me confide in you, sir.
I do have one ambition.
Oh, a happy surprise.
And what is the nature of this ambition?
Not what, sir, but whom.
You intrigue me.
I have it in my mind to seek a friendship
of the old Doctor's beautiful daughter.
Miss Manette?
Yes, Mr. Stryver.
That is my only ambition.
Then I wish you all success, Sydney but,
for the moment, we have work before us.
And the hour is late.
(birds chirping)
♪
♪
Why, if it isn't Mr. Lorry.
Good morning, Miss Pross.
I need to see Dr. Manette.
Of course, Mr. Lorry.
A pleasant change from gentlemen calling
to see Miss Lucille.
Do come in?
She is well?
Oh, most certainly she is.
With Mr. Darnay, Mr. Carton, and all her other
prospective suitors popping in and out
she has to be well.
And Dr. Manette?
He's a credit to Miss Lucille.
She has nursed him completely back to health.
(birds chirping)
Ah!
I thank you for a delicious meal.
Yes, indeed.
Miss Pross makes a habit of spoiling us.
Well, this is interesting.
During renovations at the Tower of London,
some papers written by a prisoner
years ago have been found.
(tense music)
♪
Doctor?
Dr. Manette?
He's all right.
One of his spells, I'm afraid.
It was my fault.
So thoughtless of me to speak of prisons.
(upbeat music)
♪
I was relieved the Doctor recovered so quickly.
Yes.
His spells never last long.
He's lucky that Lucille takes such good care of him.
Yes.
She's a wonderful young woman.
(horses trotting)
(trumpet sounds)
♪
(horses galloping)
(whip cracking)
♪
Why are you slowing down, you dullard?
Drive straight through this rubble.
Too bad if they don't get out of the way.
(whip cracking)
♪
Ahhh!
(horse neighs)
Now what's happening?
The boy is dead!
(crowd screams)
♪
You killed that boy!
Murderer!
Why have we stopped?
The boy!
Is he dead?
My son! My son!
(ominous music)
♪
(coin hitting the ground)
♪
Steady, Gaspard.
It will do no good.
At least your son had a quick death,
which is better than the slow death the rest of us endure.
Now, philosopher, what is your name?
Defarge, Monsieur Marquis.
And what is your trade, Defarge?
Wine vendor.
♪
Spend it as you will, maker of wine.
I trust the horse is not injured?
Then proceed.
♪
Stop!
Stop the coach!
Who threw that?
You miserable, ungrateful wretches.
Get moving, man.
(gate creaking)
Monsieur, my family is starving.
Please help us, Monsieur Marquis.
Out of my way, scum.
They starve because they don't deserve to live.
♪
♪
(clock ticking)
(creaking door)
♪
Your nephew, Mr. Charles,
has arrived from England, Your Grace.
Good.
♪
Get out of here and send him to me.
♪
(creaking door)
♪
Charles, you had a pleasant journey, I hope.
Yes, thank you, Uncle.
Charles, you cannot continue to neglect
our family affairs, you know.
When will you stop all this travel
and assume the responsibility of your birth right?
Uncle, the main reason for coming back
is to finalize my affairs.
I intend to live permanently in England.
Surely you are jesting, Charles.
What about the family?
Would you desert us when you were the last Darnay
to carry our name?
Our name?
Our name, you say?
(tense music)
You must know that our name is detested
from one end of France to the other.
I can no longer bear that which perpetuates poverty
for the majority and wealth for but
a privileged few.
You're a foolish young man who has not yet learned
the ways of these people.
But I do know, uncle.
I know them as people who want only to be allowed
to live with dignity and self respect
and not like shackled slaves.
You're a fool, Charles.
What sort of life awaits you in England?
How will you pay your way?
I'm not too proud to find useful employment.
Charles, remember you're a Darnay.
Not a common working man.
Have you no regard for your ancestral name?
Fear not.
I will not disgrace the family name.
I'm known as Darnay in England and so I shall stay.
I renounce my title, property and all claim
to the Darnay fortune.
Then get out of my sight.
You disgust me.
I shall be gone from this house by morning.
(glass breaking)
♪
(rooster crowing)
Monsieur Charles! Monsieur Charles!
The Marquis!
He's been murdered!
Stabbed!
♪
♪
My dear Darnay, welcome, welcome.
Thank you, Dr. Manette.
I'm so pleased to be back in England again.
You've been away so long, we were getting concerned
about you.
I was delayed by a death in the family.
Doctor, I wish to speak to you
on a matter of great delicacy.
Does this matter concern my daughter Lucille?
Yes.
I wish to tell you how deeply I love her.
I want to marry her.
♪
Have you spoken to her about this?
Not yet.
There are things in my past
that you should know about before I declare myself to her.
The past is the past, my boy.
Leave it where it belongs.
But Doctor, it may well affect your decision.
If my daughter does wish to marry you, Darnay,
you can tell me these things on the morning of the wedding.
I want to hear no more of this until then.
Lucille, there is something I must say to you.
Please do.
I love you, Lucille.
I've loved you from the moment we met.
Charles.
I would ask you to be my wife, Lucille.
And I would be proud of such an honor.
You mean?
I mean, yes, Charles.
I should very much like to marry you.
♪
(birds chirping)
♪
Forgive me for being so direct, Miss Lucille.
I know no other way.
What troubles you, Sydney?
I have been welcomed into your house ever since
Darnay's trial.
I understand that I am your friend and you mine.
Dear Sydney, you and I will always
be friends.
But after the wedding, may I continue to come
to your house and be your friend
and confidant?
I would like that very much, Sydney.
I could not bear to lose someone as dear as you.
Thank you, Lucille.
You'll never know how much this means to me.
I think I do but we shall never discuss it.
(drum roll)
(trumpet sounds)
♪
I'll tell you, we must act now.
Every day, more and more citizens
are being thrown into prison.
Whipped and tortured for no reason at all.
If we don't do something soon, they will destroy
what little spirit is left in the people.
Steady, Jacques!
The time draws near.
If we move now, before we are properly
organized, our revolution will fail.
I have the names of hundreds of the pigs
and their families nickered into my little register.
Fear not, my friend.
The people will have their revenge.
Listen to my husband.
He is wise in these matters.
Wait, you say!
Wait!
While more citizens are killed for sport?
Wait while fellow patriots rot
in the cells of the Bastille?
Quiet, Jacques!
There are spies everywhere!
I know you are ready to fight, even to the death,
but not until our comrades are prepared!
You're right.
We will wait.
We will be careful with our words.
We will drink now.
♪
To the revolution.
The revolution.
What troubles you?
Another hanging.
Do you remember Gaspard, whose son was run over
by the Marquis and his coach?
What a pity!
Yes, I do.
He was accused of the murder of the Marquis.
They hanged him this morning.
There was no trial.
Yet another name to be added to my register.
Yes.
The name Darnay.
That family must suffer for its crimes against France.
It is a pity that Marquis is already dead
for I would gladly have pulled the knot around his neck myself.
The time is soon.
The time is soon.
(thunder)
(crowd talking)
Good morning.
Morning.
Glass of cognac, please.
You knit well, madam.
What are you knitting?
Nothing in particular.
Thought I might find a use for it in the future.
♪
I believe we have a mutual friend in England.
And who might that be?
Dr. Alexander Manette.
I believe he rested in your home
after he was released from prison.
What else do you know of him?
He and his daughter are particularly good friends
of mine.
As a matter of fact, I am to attend a wedding soon.
Indeed.
Lucille is to be married to the nephew
of the late Marquis Darnay.
He now calls himself Charles Darnay.
This is of little concern to us.
I see.
Ah, well, I must be off.
Good day to you.
And to you, too.
He's one of the spies we've been told of.
They call him John Barsad.
That news is very disturbing.
I only hope the two of them choose to remain in England.
They are not safe in France from this day on.
Are you happy, Lucille?
I could never be more content, Father.
Tomorrow, I shall be Mrs. Charles Darnay.
Do you like Charles, Father?
As my own son, Lucille.
I look forward to him being part of our family.
Good night, sweet Father.
You have made me very happy.
Good night, my dear child.
We are nearly ready Mr. Lorry, but the Doctor
and Charles are still engaged in conversation.
Perhaps the groom has second thoughts.
(laughing)
This is no laughing matter.
They have been there for nearly an hour.
If they don't come out soon, we'll be late for the wedding.
Calm down, Miss Pross.
Here's the groom now.
Oh, thanks be.
Are you ready, Mr. Darnay?
Yes.
Doctor, you look like death itself.
Are you all right?
Yes.
Thank you, my dear.
Slight turn, I'm afraid.
Charles made me rest a little.
Where is Lucille?
She is waiting for us.
Are you sure that you're all right, Doctor?
Yes, yes, yes.
Come along now.
Give me your arm.
(drum roll)
♪
Morning, Defarge.
Yes, it is a good morning, Jacques.
The wine you ordered, is at the back of the shop.
♪
Bolt the door.
I'll open the crates.
(creak)
♪
There you are.
A small part of what the citizen army
shall use on the day of reckoning.
Ah, yes.
This will make a pretty hole in some aristocrat.
♪
Good morning, Madam Defarge.
Is your husband at home?
No, sir.
He is not.
Can you tell me where he may be found?
I do not ask my husband's business
as I do not ask you yours.
Can I get you some wine?
No, madam.
Thank you.
If you don't want wine and have no other business,
then I will bid you good day, sir.
Yes, madam.
Good day.
♪
♪
Glad to see you back, Darnay.
You look well.
It appears that marriage agrees with you.
That's very kind of you, Mr. Lorry.
You've also been very kind in looking after the Doctor
during our absence.
You should thank Miss Pross for that.
He continues to improve?
Especially since Miss Pross and I took professional advice
and removed that relic of his time in the Bastille.
We destroyed the shoemaker's bench.
And, that helped in his recovery?
Happily, yes.
Well Darnay, now that you're here,
I must return to the bank as there are certain matters
which need my attention.
No trouble I hope, Mr. Lorry?
I am not sure.
Our bank in France is experiencing a strange
and possibly sinister phenomenon.
Suddenly, all our clients there
are moving their money and valuables to England.
I am not sure what is happening
but I see dark days ahead for France.
Yes.
Very dark days, indeed.
♪
♪
Right, lads.
Let's get our catch out of here
and over to the surgeon.
♪
Well, I'll be blowed!
There's no body!
It's full of stones.
I don't like this.
Someone's up to no good.
All that work for naught, gents.
(drum roll)
(crowd yelling)
(sinister music)
♪
Take this, comrade.
Don't waste a shot.
Here you are, friend.
One for you.
One for you.
You two.
You go to the front.
You lead the way to the Bastille.
(crowd yelling)
(crowd cheering)
Citizens!
The time is now!
(crowd cheering)
Patriots and friends, are we ready?
(crowd cheering)
What will you do, madam?
I shall lead the women.
We can fight as well as the men.
Into the Bastille!
To the Bastille!
♪
♪
Ready!
Aim!
Fire!
(gun shots)
(crowd yelling)
♪
Ready!
(gun shots)
♪
Ahhhh!
♪
Ahhhh!
♪
Head up those ladders!
♪
Ahhhh!!!
♪
Do your duty, men.
♪
♪
Take down the gates!
(crowd yelling)
Prepare!
Hold up, madam.
I have use for this man.
Don't kill me.
Please, monsieur, don't kill me.
I won't kill you, dog, as long as you do
exactly as I say.
On your feet!
Move!
Yes, monsieur! Yes, monsieur!
You're going to lead the way to the North Tower.
You come too, Jacques.
I don't want any trouble from this man.
I won't be any trouble.
Good!
Then start walking.
Cover us, Jacques.
(boom)
♪
Ahhh!!
♪
(gun shot)
♪
Good work, Jacques!
(gun shots)
♪
♪
Tell them to put down their weapons.
You heard what he said!
Drop them!
(clanging)
You stay here and keep these men quiet.
You lead on!
♪
(shots fired)
♪
Hold your fire.
It's me, Ernest Defarge!
What are you doing in the North Tower?
I want to find Dr. Manette's old cell.
For what reason?
I don't need to tell you that.
Which one is it?
Number 105.
It's down the end of the passage.
Thank you, comrade.
♪
This is it, monsieur.
Get inside.
What are you going to do to me?
As long as you behave, nothing.
Stand against that wall and don't move!
♪
♪
This must be it.
Yes, it is.
I've finished with you now.
Oh, please, monsieur!
Don't kill me!
I don't intend to.
Instead, I'll show you what it was like
for Dr. Manette.
(creaking)
Oh...
(boom)
(shots fired)
(crowd yelling)
♪
♪
(crowd cheering)
♪
♪
News from France, Darnay?
Bad news, I'm sorry to say, Mr. Lorry.
An old family friend has written to me
from the Bastille.
He was imprisoned by the citizens army last July.
For what crime?
He was a servant to my uncle, the Marquis Darnay.
What can you do?
I don't know yet but I must go to France
to get him released.
As you know, I have been there recently and,
in fact, will return soon on bank business.
It's safe enough for me but for you...
I know the dangers Mr. Lorry, but it's my duty
to help Gabelle.
He has no other to turn to for assistance.
But of your wife?
She will remain here with Miss Pross.
Then why don't you travel with me?
I would enjoy the company.
Done, Mr. Lorry.
When do you leave?
The day after tomorrow.
Jerry Cruncher can make the arrangements.
He's coming with us.
(sigh)
Another day in court.
Another win for us.
We won nothing but justice.
The man was not guilty, anyone could see that,
but had the case been tried in France,
the same man would be a victim of the guillotine.
You studied law in France, didn't you,
I suppose you'd know.
They said that no one of noble birth
is safe from the patriots.
Then I will be safe, my friend.
Quite safe.
(laughing)
Charles Darnay is to travel back to France.
He has written asking me to look in on his family here
while he's away.
Let's drink to his good health and fortune.
And to yours.
You're both truly citizens of two cities.
♪
Take care, Darnay.
People are not too choosy about whom they attack.
I have nothing to fear, Mr. Lorry.
My journey is one of mercy.
(crowd yelling)
♪
Hold there.
What's your business?
I have a letter here, citizen, that will explain my mission.
You can explain it to citizen Defarge in there.
♪
Your papers?
♪
Who wrote this letter?
An old ma'am I used to know.
And you live in England?
Yes, I do.
Then you're under arrest, immigrant.
But I have done nothing.
I'm still a French citizen.
Under the new laws you are an illegal immigrant
and forbidden to return.
When were these new laws passed?
Four days ago.
But that was when I left England.
No matter.
It is now the law.
You are under arrest.
♪
♪
(crowd yelling)
♪
It's a good thing you could get here so quickly.
Mr. Lorry, where is Charles?
In a prison not too far from here.
Is he in good health?
I haven't been allowed to see him
but I had a message to say that he's as well as can be,
all things considered.
What are they going to do with him?
Don't worry, my dear.
I'll think of some way to get him released.
♪
Surely my eyes deceive me.
It is Dr. Manette, is it not?
Yes, it is, Ernest.
How are you, my friend?
I am well, Doctor, and pleased to see you
in such good health.
Allow me.
Thank you, Ernest.
Tell me.
What has brought you to Paris?
My son-in-law has been imprisoned here.
Charles Darnay?
You know him?
He was brought to me as an illegal immigrant.
Under the new laws, he must answer
this charge in court.
What can I do to help him?
After your suffering at the hands
of the aristocrats, perhaps you could
speak on his behalf?
Your pleas might carry some weight.
I shall try that.
I saw old Dr. Manette today.
He's come here to try to help Darnay
and he's brought Lucille with him.
He shouldn't have bothered.
Nothing can save that man from the guillotine.
You women are all obsessed with that dreadful contraption.
We are only obsessed with justice.
I like to see those fine bodies separated
from their heads.
You'll be there again in the morning, I suppose.
Of course I will.
♪
(crowd yelling)
♪
(crowd yelling)
♪
Pull the guillotine!
♪
Surely the trial must be over by now.
Now, try to calm down.
Mr. Lorry will get a message to us
as soon as they reach a verdict.
Oh!
Sit down and try not to worry.
(knocking)
Who is it?
Jerry Cruncher, ma'am.
Mr. Lorry sent me.
Come in, Jerry.
Mr. Darnay has been acquitted.
Oh, thank heavens!
(gasp)
It was the Doctor's words that did it.
He spoke out for Mr. Darnay and the jury took pity on him.
When can I see my husband?
Dr. Manette will bring him here, ma'am,
as soon as the papers are signed.
He told me to warn you that all this time in prison
has done your husband's health no good.
What did they do to him?
Nothing that a few days' rest won't put right.
We thank you for delivering this message, sir,
and our thanks, too, to Mr. Lorry.
I'll tell him that, ma'am.
Good day.
Oh, Charles!
My poor darling!
I'm so relieved you're out of that place.
For the moment, yes, my dear, but we can't be sure
it won't happen again.
They're determined to make me pay
for the crimes of my family.
But there can be no guilt attached to you.
My guilt is that I was born into the aristocracy.
They will never forgive me for this,
and now that I've been freed of the first charge,
they'll try even harder.
That is true.
We must arrange to leave France as soon as you
are well enough to travel.
And that won't be before you've eaten a few decent meals.
I'll arrange a dinner to celebrate your return to us.
A splendid idea.
(banging)
Out of my way, you big hag.
I beg your pardon.
What is the meaning of this outrage?
That's him.
Arrest that man.
No!
You must be mistaken!
Keep out of this!
Am I again to be a prisoner?
You will appear before the tribunal tomorrow.
What crime is he charged with?
He is accused of being an enemy of the Republic.
Who accuses him?
You will find out tomorrow.
♪
♪
(crowd talking)
♪
We've heard from citizen Defarge and his wife that the man
who calls himself Charles Darnay is, in fact,
Charles Evremonde Darnay.
If you of the deceased Marquis Darnay,
I believe there is one other accuser.
Who is that person?
The accuser is Dr. Alexandre Manette.
This is absurd.
It is well known that Charles Darnay
is the husband of my daughter.
I have not and would not make any such accusation.
This document will reveal the truth.
I found this in Dr. Manette's old cell in the North Tower
of the Bastille.
I would like you to hear this.
"I, Alexandre Manette, am unhappily imprisoned
as a result of the injustices against me.
I was called one evening to the chateau
of the family Darnay.
♪
I attended a young maiden who had tried
to take her own life.
I could do nothing for her.
I was then shown a lad near to death with a stab wound.
The Marquis had despoiled the maiden
and stabbed her brother when he sought to protect her.
I did what I could but he died soon after.
Before I could report this to the authorities,
I was arrested and thrown into prison.
♪
I declare that the family Darnay is evil
and must be punished for its crimes against the people
and myself."
(crowd yelling)
Charles Evremonde Darnay, now called Charles Darnay,
you've heard the evidence against you.
Have you anything to say?
I admit I'm a Darnay but I have nothing to do
with the atrocities described before you.
They were crimes of my dead uncle,
whose name I rejected many years ago.
I renounced all claims to title and fortune in disgust
at the behavior of the Darnay family
and its crimes against the people of France.
Charles Darnay, you have admitted to being
a member of the accused family.
You are sentenced to die on the guillotine
two weeks from this day.
You will be confined in the Bastille
until the day of your death.
(birds chirping)
♪
This is the third time this week you've been here.
You'll never see him from here.
No matter if I see him.
It's more important that he sees me.
Fifty-two today.
Fifty-two what?
Heads.
Fifty-two heads taken off by madam le guillotine today.
I'll thank you to keep such information to yourself.
This is my little guillotine.
If those logs were aristocrats...
♪
I'd have France rid of them all within a week.
♪
Come away, my dear.
This will not help Charles.
Nothing can help him now.
We've tried everything.
But Father, he is to die in the morning.
(laughing)
Lucille, my dear, I'm afraid we must face
the inevitable.
Charles is lost to us.
No! No! No!
(crying)
♪
Pssst!
Oh, Mr. Carton, you nearly scared me to death.
Calm down, Jerry.
What are you doing here, sir?
I hope to help, Jerry.
Not much you can do, sir.
♪
Let me go!
If I hadn't heard that Barsad the spy was dead and buried,
I'd swear you were he.
Who are you?
I'm a turn key at the Bastille.
You're English?
I live in Paris now.
Ever known a man called John Barsad?
He's dead.
I put him in his coffin meself.
Mr. Carton, sir, he's lying.
I think so, too, but how do you know for sure?
I was on a medical errand and found John Barsad's coffin.
It was full of stones.
Barsad, one move and we'll expose you
for the spy you are.
Oh no, sir!
They'll have my head off.
Don't do that!
Not if you do as I tell you.
Do you understand what you're to do, Barsad?
Yes, I do.
Go to Mr. Lorry's house, Jerry,
and tell him to be ready to leave at first light.
He should not stop until he reaches the coast.
He is to take everyone, including you, with him.
Is that clear?
As a bell, Mr. Carton.
As clear as a bell.
♪
Poor, brave, Carton.
If he's God, he can do it.
I really hope he can, Jerry.
I think he's taking a terrible risk.
And with no guarantee that it will work.
If they find him there, there'll be two heads removed
instead of just one.
It seems so wrong that even one man shall die
particularly when the both of them are innocent.
God knows that, Mr. Lorry.
♪
(horse neighing)
Have you arranged things?
At the risk of my own life, I will take you to him.
♪
♪
This is far as I go.
As you wish.
Unlock the door.
♪
How?
How did you?
Never mind.
I'm here to get you out.
It's impossible.
No one ever escapes from the Bastille.
I have a plan you need know nothing of.
Now, sit down and remove your shoes quickly.
♪
♪
(two knocks)
♪
If you fail me now, I shall denounce you
as a traitor to the revolution.
And you must keep your part of the bargain.
If they find out I've helped you...
You just get him to the coach waiting outside.
If anyone stops you, just say that he's been overcome
with grief after visiting his condemned friend.
And you will go to the guillotine in his place?
Yes.
Why?
That is my business, spy.
♪
♪
Take him away from here as fast as you can.
Have no fear about that.
(whip cracks)
♪
Do you know how they arranged my husband's escape?
I would prefer not to.
He looks so ill.
I think they used chloroform.
He should revive quite soon.
What's that in his pocket?
♪
"If you remember the words that passed between us,
you will understand why I do this."
Oh, Sydney!
Oh God, help poor, dear Sydney!
He offers his life in exchange for our happiness.
(crying)
♪
(crowd yelling)
(drum roll)
(swoosh)
(crowd yelling)
(ominous music)
♪
♪
It is a far, far better thing I do
than I have ever done.
It is a far, far better rest that I go to
than I have ever known.
♪
Kill him!
(crowd yelling)
(drum roll)
(swoosh)
♪
♪
(thunderstorm)
(horses neighing)
Get up.
Come on.
Get up-- hey, up there.
Curse the rain and this awful road.
As for you horses, it's the knacker's yard for you.
(thunderstorm)
Push harder, gents, and we'll make it to Dover
in time for supper.
Get up there.
Up, up.
(horses neighing)
All right, Tom.
Get us out of here.
Stuck on this hill, we're an easy prey
for the highwaymen.
Just another push should do the trick, Jack.
Hold there, Tom.
You hear that?
It's a horse coming up at a gallop.
Whoa. Whoa.
(galloping horse)
No hold.
You stand.
I shall fire.
Is that the Dover mail?
I've got a message for one of your passengers if it is.
What passenger?
Mr. Jarvis Lorry.
Is that Jerry Cruncher?
It is, Mr. Lorry.
I have a message for you from Tellson's Bank.
It's all right, guard.
I know this man.
What is the message, Jerry?
Stay where you are.
Don't give me cause to make a mistake
because if I do it will cost you your life.
The message is, wait at Dover for Mam'selle.
I see, Jerry.
Say that my answer is "recall to life."
Have you got that?
Yes, sir.
Recall to life.
All right.
Off you go.
(horse galloping)
Did you hear that message?
I did.
"Recall to life."
Right, Tom.
Get up. Get up.
(horse neighing)
Up there.
Get up.
♪
♪
♪
Whoa, wait up.
Whoa.
(dogs barking)
Thank you, driver.
You've done well.
Thank you, sir.
I'll do even better when there will be no rain.
Good evening, sir.
Good evening.
My name is Jarvis Lorry.
Take my luggage up to my room.
Yes, sir, and if you're hungry,
I can bring you something to eat.
Ah, yes, refreshments and then to business.
Landlord, a young lady called Miss Manette
is due here shortly.
She will ask for the gentleman from Tellson's Bank.
Is that Tellson's Bank of London, sir?
Yes, it is.
Do you know it?
Oh, indeed I do, sir.
Can I get you anything else, sir?
A small glass of port, if you please.
Very good, sir.
I'll see to that and a room for the young lady.
Mr. Lorry, if you'd be the gentleman
from Tellson's, a young lady has arrived
just this minute and would like to see you.
Ah, excellent.
Show her in.
Jarvis Lorry at your service, ma'am.
Good evening, Mr. Lorry.
I have received a letter from the bank
with regard to the estate of my dear late father.
Pray, take a seat, Miss Manette.
The letter said that a trip to Paris
may be necessary to conclude this business.
That is so, my dear.
It is also necessary to tell you my role in this.
I would appreciate that, sir.
As an officer of Tellson's, I have been responsible
for managing your affairs since you were brought
from France as an orphan nearly 20 years ago.
That I know, sir.
Miss Manette, it was I who brought you
to England as a babe in fulfillment
of your mother's last wish that you be made
a ward of Tellson's bank.
You have grown up not knowing a great deal
about your poor father.
I hope that what I have to say won't upset you.
I am anxious to hear your story.
I tell of France where decent people live
in fear of a cruel and oppressive aristocracy.
For more than 20 years, they have suffered the outrages
of a corrupt nobility which can deprive a man
of his life or liberty at a whim.
Mr. Lorry, is that what happened
to my father?
I'm afraid it is.
Prepare yourself for a shock, Lucille.
We have news of your father's whereabouts.
-But, I thought he was... -Yes.
He was believed dead, but I'm happy to tell you
that that's not so.
He has been locked away in the Bastille
for all these years.
Why, Mr. Lorry?
Why?
Why in that terrible place?
That I cannot answer, my dear, but he is alive and free.
Although, I fear, not very well.
Twenty years in a French prison has affected him very badly.
But he is alive?
Yes, Lucille.
Your father is alive.
He is staying with a man who once worked for him.
A Monsieur Defarge who owns a wine shop in Paris.
Ah.
Miss Manette! Miss Manette!
Allow me, sir.
I am Miss Manette's companion.
She will be all right now.
I must apologize, madam.
Had I know that you were traveling
with Miss Manette, I would've asked you to join us.
As it is, I am thankful
that you arrived when you did.
Thank you, Miss Pross.
I'm feeling better now.
I was just not prepared to hear such wonderful news.
Mr. Lorry, I must go to him immediately.
In that case, I shall book passage
on the morning boat to Callay.
From there, we can go by coach to Paris.
(drum roll)
(bell ringing)
(trumpets sounding)
♪
(buggy noises)
♪
♪
Give me back that potato.
It's mine now.
Well, I haven't eaten since Sunday.
You're not the only one who's starving.
Ow!
(yelling)
Monsieur Defarge!
Monsieur Defarge!
What's this?
Hardworking people turned into scavengers,
forced to squabble for food in the middle of the street?
Give me that.
We can't learn to share our good fortune,
what then is the difference between us
and the hated aristocracy?
Forgive me.
My stomach overruled my head.
Is this what the people of France
have been brought to?
Quiet your anger, husband.
At least we have food on the table.
Unless the poverty that infests our country
gets worse every day.
Those who suffer will one day end
this rule of tyranny.
Hush, woman!
The walls have ears.
Monsieur Defarge, I beg a moment of your time.
Willingly, sir.
(whispering)
Really?
Of course, sir.
You're very welcome and you too, mademoiselle.
Please, come with me.
I must warn you both that behind this door
is a very sick man.
He believes he is still in prison.
(gasp)
Is it really necessary to lock him in?
The lock is to keep others out.
After so many years, too much has changed
for an old man.
We understand, sir.
Understand, old soul, he is not used to people
fussing over him.
You have visitors.
What did you say?
I said, you have visitors.
Oh!
Those are fine shoes you're making, sir.
Shoes?
Oh, yes.
Fine shoes.
May I inquire as to the name of the maker?
The maker's name?
Do you wish to know my name?
105 North Tower.
You have no other name?
105 North Tower.
That is me.
(gasp)
Your poor father is not the same as when I last saw him
but praise to God he is still alive.
Yes, thank heaven for that.
Good sir, do you not know
your name is Manette?
The same name as I bear?
Are you the jailer's daughter?
No, father!
I see faces that I think I know.
I hear voices that sound familiar
but no, I cannot recognize them.
My dearest dear, your agony is over.
We are here to take you from it.
Gentlemen, would you make arrangements
for our return to England immediately?
I will stay with my father.
I think one of us should stay with you.
There is no need for that.
I wish to be alone with my father.
Don't worry.
As you wish.
We won't be long.
The door will be unlocked.
♪
Thank you for all your help, Monsieur Defarge.
I did no more than my duty, Miss Manette.
Your father was always very good to me.
Goodbye Defarge, and thank you.
You have been a loyal friend to Dr. Manette.
Adieu, my friends.
(sounds of horse hooves)
Now to pick up Miss Pross.
She and I will have you well again in no time.
I'm afraid it will take a lot longer
than you think, my dear.
(ominous music)
(clarinet music)
♪
(cat meowing)
Now, young Jerry, me lad, off to bed.
I've got to go out.
I've got business to attend to.
What business, father?
I'm going fishing.
Now, off with you.
♪
Don't look much like fishing tackle to me.
♪
(cats meowing)
♪
(dogs barking)
♪
♪
Strange place to go fishing.
♪
♪
(gasp)
I better get home before they see me.
♪
♪
(rooster crows)
Come on, son.
Let's get to work.
Tellson's won't wait.
♪
Father, why do you go fishing so often?
You're too young to understand the needs
of modern medicine, boy.
Will you teach me how to fish, Father?
When I think you're old enough, son.
I saw you fishing last night.
You--you saw me?
Yes.
In the cemetery.
Now listen young Jerry, what you saw me doing last night
was tradesman's work.
The doctors need people like me.
You don't understand how hard it is to make
an honest living these days.
Are you honest, Father?
Times are hard, my boy.
I've seen men hanged for stealing no more
than a loaf of bread.
The law is cruel and judges don't show
no mercy to people like us.
♪
Messenger?
Coming, sir.
Mr. Lorry requires your services at the Old Bailey.
Yes, sir.
Go quickly.
Make your presence know to Mr. Lorry
as soon as you arrive.
I will, sir.
If you need any errands done while I'm away,
my son will be at my station.
♪
State your business.
I'm a messenger.
Mr. Lorry sent for me.
Enter.
(crowd talking)
♪
What's he charged with, Mr. Lorry?
Treason.
Treason, heh?
That's a hanging offense or worse.
I'm afraid it is, Jerry.
(gavel pounds)
Order.
Order in the court.
We have, before us, the case of the crown
versus Charles Darnay.
Mr. Attorney General, please read the charges
against the prisoner.
The prisoner is charged with treason against
His Majesty, The King,
in that he has passed secret information
listing the strength of the forces
that His Majesty had intended to send to America.
Traitor!
(crowd yelling)
(gavel pounds)
Silence!
Silence in this court!
The crown seeks to prove the case against Charles Darnay
with the evidence we now lay before you.
(crowd muttering)
Call the first witness.
Call John Barsad!
John Barsad, you were Mr. Darnay's servant,
were you not?
Companions, sir.
And is it not true that you followed
your patriotic duty when you found certain documents
in the prisoner's possession?
Yes, sir.
I reported it to your office.
What were those documents?
Troop lists, sir.
I believe that you had occasion to travel
with the prisoner to coastal areas
where the troops were militant whilst awaiting...?
Your witness, Mr. Stryver.
Mr. Barsad, have you ever been a spy?
No.
How do you make your living?
From my property.
Did you inherit it?
Yes.
From a relation?
Yes.
-Ever been in prison? -Never.
My Lord, I object to Mr. Stryver's
line of questioning.
It has no relevance to this case.
Your Worship, if I may continue,
I will demonstrate that this witness
is not the honest, upstanding gentleman
that Mr. Attorney General would have us believe.
I will show that he has been in the employ of someone
who wishes to discredit Mr. Darnay.
(crowd yelling)
(gavel pounds)
Continue, Mr. Stryver.
Have you ever been in prison?
No.
Not even in the debtors' prison?
Well, yes.
How many times?
Once or twice.
You sir, in fact, have been there
on five or six occasions.
Have you ever lived by gambling?
No more than any other gentleman.
Have you ever cheated at dice?
Never.
Never been thrown downstairs for cheating?
Never--I once tripped and fell down of my own accord.
Have you ever borrowed money from the prisoner?
Yes.
-Did you pay him back? -No.
Have you ever been employed by the government?
Never.
Never been paid for laying traps?
Oh, dear, no!
-Are you sure? -Yes.
I put it to you, sir, that you were short of funds
and fabricated this evidence in order to raise money.
That is not true.
I'm afraid, sir, we have no way of establishing
the truth but in my opinion you are an abject liar.
I believe there is nothing you wouldn't say
to further your own ends.
Mr. Lorry, on that Friday in November,
were you a passenger on the London to Dover coach?
I was.
Look now at the prisoner.
Was he not on the same coach?
There were two men on the coach.
Both were well wrapped against the cold.
I did not see their faces.
You returned from France by ship?
Yes, I did.
Did you see the prisoner on this journey?
I saw him go off the ship.
What time did he arrive at the dock?
At a little after midnight.
So, at the dark hour of midnight,
you saw the prisoner sneak aboard?
You're trying to put words into my mouth.
He boarded the ship as an ordinary passenger would.
Were you traveling alone?
I was in the company of Dr. Manette
and his daughter.
I should like to call Miss Manette.
Miss Manette, please step forward.
(crowd talking)
-You are Miss Lucille Manette? -Yes, sir.
Have you seen the prisoner before?
Yes, sir...
On the ship you referred to.
Was there anyone with him?
Yes.
There were two other men.
Did you see them whispering between themselves?
I think I may have but I could hear nothing
of what they said.
Did you see the prisoner handing papers
to these other men?
It was very dark.
I could see very little but I think he did.
Miss Manette, could you tell the court
of your encounter with the prisoner?
Sir, I employ you, do not think badly
of Mr. Darnay.
He cannot be guilty of this crime.
That is for the court to decide.
I ask you again, to describe the events
of that night.
When the gentleman came on...
You mean the prisoner, Miss Manette?
As you wish, sir.
The prisoner came on board.
(rain)
♪
He noticed my father was in a weak state of health
and offered to assist me in finding shelter for him,
away from the wind and rain.
As the trip progressed, he confided in me
that he was in France on business of a delicate nature
that concerned his family.
He told me he traveled quite often to France.
He always went under an assumed name to avoid
being recognized.
I must interrupt you to ask if the prisoner spoke of matters
concerning America?
Yes, he did.
Oh, heaven help me, he did!
Miss Manette, I'm sure the prisoner
understands that you must tell the truth.
Well, he spoke of England's quarrel
in America and told me that he thought
it was folly for the English to be there
but it was said as a jest, I'm sure.
Please continue, Miss Manette.
He said that George Washington would possibly, one day,
be as famous as King George III but, mark you,
he also talked of France.
He told me conditions there were very harsh
and how deeply he felt for the people he'd left behind.
Your Worship, if I may point out something
of importance?
Any conversation Miss Manette had with Mr. Darnay
on route from France is beside the point.
Darnay is accused of spying on troop barracks in England.
The witnesses to that claim only to have seen him
from a distance.
I ask that my associate Mr. Carton,
step to the front of the court.
Mr. Carton, please stand beside Mr. Darnay.
Do you not see a strong resemblance?
I do not deny that a man may have been seen
spying on our forces, but what I ask is,
could you convict my client of such a serious offense
when it could so easily have been a matter
of mistaken identity?
Gentlemen of the jury, we've heard the testimony
of over 20 witnesses.
The Attorney General has put forward
a persuasive argument which, unfortunately,
relies too much, in my opinion,
on circumstance and supposition.
I would caution you to ponder this case carefully.
An ill-considered verdict could send an innocent man
to a terrible death.
On the other hand, if you're convinced
the charges are fully proven, then you must find
the prisoner guilty.
Hang him!
You will retire now to consider the evidence.
(crowd yelling)
♪
Traitor, murderer!
Hang him!
(gavel pounds)
The prisoner will stand.
Gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Worship.
How do you find the accused, Charles Darnay?
Guilty or not guilty?
(crowd yelling)
Not guilty, Your Worship.
(crowd yelling)
(gavel pounds)
Silence!
Silence in this court!
Charles Darnay, you are free to go.
This court is now dismissed.
(bells tolling)
♪
(crowd talking)
Toast to your freedom, Mr. Darnay.
(laughing)
A toast to the good work of Mr. Stryver and yourself.
(glasses clanking)
Without your observations, I am sure the jury
would've believed all those lies.
Another mug of ale?
Not for me, sir.
I'm afraid the excitement of these past few weeks
has weighed heavily upon me.
Forgive me.
I understand, but I must beg of you
one more toast.
To the lady who showed such sympathy
and compassion this very day.
A toast to the very beautiful Miss Manette.
(glasses clanking)
Miss Manette.
I have a question.
Do you think I like you?
No.
I don't think you do.
Do you think I'm drunk?
I think that you have been drinking.
And you shall know why?
I care for no man on earth, for no man cares for me.
Much to be regretted.
I think it is time for you to leave.
(cats meowing)
♪
(knock on door)
Ah, could only be you, Sydney Carton.
Come in from the night.
We had luck in court today, sir.
Not luck, Sydney.
That case was won on your astute observation.
Had you not noticed your own likeness to Darnay,
things might well have been different.
That could be so.
Sydney, with your lack of drive and ambition,
you are a wasted man.
It has always been my way.
I doubt that I shall change.
Meanwhile, as you assist me in becoming
one of the leaders of our profession,
you sit in the background.
Let me confide in you, sir.
I do have one ambition.
Oh, a happy surprise.
And what is the nature of this ambition?
Not what, sir, but whom.
You intrigue me.
I have it in my mind to seek a friendship
of the old Doctor's beautiful daughter.
Miss Manette?
Yes, Mr. Stryver.
That is my only ambition.
Then I wish you all success, Sydney but,
for the moment, we have work before us.
And the hour is late.
(birds chirping)
♪
♪
Why, if it isn't Mr. Lorry.
Good morning, Miss Pross.
I need to see Dr. Manette.
Of course, Mr. Lorry.
A pleasant change from gentlemen calling
to see Miss Lucille.
Do come in?
She is well?
Oh, most certainly she is.
With Mr. Darnay, Mr. Carton, and all her other
prospective suitors popping in and out
she has to be well.
And Dr. Manette?
He's a credit to Miss Lucille.
She has nursed him completely back to health.
(birds chirping)
Ah!
I thank you for a delicious meal.
Yes, indeed.
Miss Pross makes a habit of spoiling us.
Well, this is interesting.
During renovations at the Tower of London,
some papers written by a prisoner
years ago have been found.
(tense music)
♪
Doctor?
Dr. Manette?
He's all right.
One of his spells, I'm afraid.
It was my fault.
So thoughtless of me to speak of prisons.
(upbeat music)
♪
I was relieved the Doctor recovered so quickly.
Yes.
His spells never last long.
He's lucky that Lucille takes such good care of him.
Yes.
She's a wonderful young woman.
(horses trotting)
(trumpet sounds)
♪
(horses galloping)
(whip cracking)
♪
Why are you slowing down, you dullard?
Drive straight through this rubble.
Too bad if they don't get out of the way.
(whip cracking)
♪
Ahhh!
(horse neighs)
Now what's happening?
The boy is dead!
(crowd screams)
♪
You killed that boy!
Murderer!
Why have we stopped?
The boy!
Is he dead?
My son! My son!
(ominous music)
♪
(coin hitting the ground)
♪
Steady, Gaspard.
It will do no good.
At least your son had a quick death,
which is better than the slow death the rest of us endure.
Now, philosopher, what is your name?
Defarge, Monsieur Marquis.
And what is your trade, Defarge?
Wine vendor.
♪
Spend it as you will, maker of wine.
I trust the horse is not injured?
Then proceed.
♪
Stop!
Stop the coach!
Who threw that?
You miserable, ungrateful wretches.
Get moving, man.
(gate creaking)
Monsieur, my family is starving.
Please help us, Monsieur Marquis.
Out of my way, scum.
They starve because they don't deserve to live.
♪
♪
(clock ticking)
(creaking door)
♪
Your nephew, Mr. Charles,
has arrived from England, Your Grace.
Good.
♪
Get out of here and send him to me.
♪
(creaking door)
♪
Charles, you had a pleasant journey, I hope.
Yes, thank you, Uncle.
Charles, you cannot continue to neglect
our family affairs, you know.
When will you stop all this travel
and assume the responsibility of your birth right?
Uncle, the main reason for coming back
is to finalize my affairs.
I intend to live permanently in England.
Surely you are jesting, Charles.
What about the family?
Would you desert us when you were the last Darnay
to carry our name?
Our name?
Our name, you say?
(tense music)
You must know that our name is detested
from one end of France to the other.
I can no longer bear that which perpetuates poverty
for the majority and wealth for but
a privileged few.
You're a foolish young man who has not yet learned
the ways of these people.
But I do know, uncle.
I know them as people who want only to be allowed
to live with dignity and self respect
and not like shackled slaves.
You're a fool, Charles.
What sort of life awaits you in England?
How will you pay your way?
I'm not too proud to find useful employment.
Charles, remember you're a Darnay.
Not a common working man.
Have you no regard for your ancestral name?
Fear not.
I will not disgrace the family name.
I'm known as Darnay in England and so I shall stay.
I renounce my title, property and all claim
to the Darnay fortune.
Then get out of my sight.
You disgust me.
I shall be gone from this house by morning.
(glass breaking)
♪
(rooster crowing)
Monsieur Charles! Monsieur Charles!
The Marquis!
He's been murdered!
Stabbed!
♪
♪
My dear Darnay, welcome, welcome.
Thank you, Dr. Manette.
I'm so pleased to be back in England again.
You've been away so long, we were getting concerned
about you.
I was delayed by a death in the family.
Doctor, I wish to speak to you
on a matter of great delicacy.
Does this matter concern my daughter Lucille?
Yes.
I wish to tell you how deeply I love her.
I want to marry her.
♪
Have you spoken to her about this?
Not yet.
There are things in my past
that you should know about before I declare myself to her.
The past is the past, my boy.
Leave it where it belongs.
But Doctor, it may well affect your decision.
If my daughter does wish to marry you, Darnay,
you can tell me these things on the morning of the wedding.
I want to hear no more of this until then.
Lucille, there is something I must say to you.
Please do.
I love you, Lucille.
I've loved you from the moment we met.
Charles.
I would ask you to be my wife, Lucille.
And I would be proud of such an honor.
You mean?
I mean, yes, Charles.
I should very much like to marry you.
♪
(birds chirping)
♪
Forgive me for being so direct, Miss Lucille.
I know no other way.
What troubles you, Sydney?
I have been welcomed into your house ever since
Darnay's trial.
I understand that I am your friend and you mine.
Dear Sydney, you and I will always
be friends.
But after the wedding, may I continue to come
to your house and be your friend
and confidant?
I would like that very much, Sydney.
I could not bear to lose someone as dear as you.
Thank you, Lucille.
You'll never know how much this means to me.
I think I do but we shall never discuss it.
(drum roll)
(trumpet sounds)
♪
I'll tell you, we must act now.
Every day, more and more citizens
are being thrown into prison.
Whipped and tortured for no reason at all.
If we don't do something soon, they will destroy
what little spirit is left in the people.
Steady, Jacques!
The time draws near.
If we move now, before we are properly
organized, our revolution will fail.
I have the names of hundreds of the pigs
and their families nickered into my little register.
Fear not, my friend.
The people will have their revenge.
Listen to my husband.
He is wise in these matters.
Wait, you say!
Wait!
While more citizens are killed for sport?
Wait while fellow patriots rot
in the cells of the Bastille?
Quiet, Jacques!
There are spies everywhere!
I know you are ready to fight, even to the death,
but not until our comrades are prepared!
You're right.
We will wait.
We will be careful with our words.
We will drink now.
♪
To the revolution.
The revolution.
What troubles you?
Another hanging.
Do you remember Gaspard, whose son was run over
by the Marquis and his coach?
What a pity!
Yes, I do.
He was accused of the murder of the Marquis.
They hanged him this morning.
There was no trial.
Yet another name to be added to my register.
Yes.
The name Darnay.
That family must suffer for its crimes against France.
It is a pity that Marquis is already dead
for I would gladly have pulled the knot around his neck myself.
The time is soon.
The time is soon.
(thunder)
(crowd talking)
Good morning.
Morning.
Glass of cognac, please.
You knit well, madam.
What are you knitting?
Nothing in particular.
Thought I might find a use for it in the future.
♪
I believe we have a mutual friend in England.
And who might that be?
Dr. Alexander Manette.
I believe he rested in your home
after he was released from prison.
What else do you know of him?
He and his daughter are particularly good friends
of mine.
As a matter of fact, I am to attend a wedding soon.
Indeed.
Lucille is to be married to the nephew
of the late Marquis Darnay.
He now calls himself Charles Darnay.
This is of little concern to us.
I see.
Ah, well, I must be off.
Good day to you.
And to you, too.
He's one of the spies we've been told of.
They call him John Barsad.
That news is very disturbing.
I only hope the two of them choose to remain in England.
They are not safe in France from this day on.
Are you happy, Lucille?
I could never be more content, Father.
Tomorrow, I shall be Mrs. Charles Darnay.
Do you like Charles, Father?
As my own son, Lucille.
I look forward to him being part of our family.
Good night, sweet Father.
You have made me very happy.
Good night, my dear child.
We are nearly ready Mr. Lorry, but the Doctor
and Charles are still engaged in conversation.
Perhaps the groom has second thoughts.
(laughing)
This is no laughing matter.
They have been there for nearly an hour.
If they don't come out soon, we'll be late for the wedding.
Calm down, Miss Pross.
Here's the groom now.
Oh, thanks be.
Are you ready, Mr. Darnay?
Yes.
Doctor, you look like death itself.
Are you all right?
Yes.
Thank you, my dear.
Slight turn, I'm afraid.
Charles made me rest a little.
Where is Lucille?
She is waiting for us.
Are you sure that you're all right, Doctor?
Yes, yes, yes.
Come along now.
Give me your arm.
(drum roll)
♪
Morning, Defarge.
Yes, it is a good morning, Jacques.
The wine you ordered, is at the back of the shop.
♪
Bolt the door.
I'll open the crates.
(creak)
♪
There you are.
A small part of what the citizen army
shall use on the day of reckoning.
Ah, yes.
This will make a pretty hole in some aristocrat.
♪
Good morning, Madam Defarge.
Is your husband at home?
No, sir.
He is not.
Can you tell me where he may be found?
I do not ask my husband's business
as I do not ask you yours.
Can I get you some wine?
No, madam.
Thank you.
If you don't want wine and have no other business,
then I will bid you good day, sir.
Yes, madam.
Good day.
♪
♪
Glad to see you back, Darnay.
You look well.
It appears that marriage agrees with you.
That's very kind of you, Mr. Lorry.
You've also been very kind in looking after the Doctor
during our absence.
You should thank Miss Pross for that.
He continues to improve?
Especially since Miss Pross and I took professional advice
and removed that relic of his time in the Bastille.
We destroyed the shoemaker's bench.
And, that helped in his recovery?
Happily, yes.
Well Darnay, now that you're here,
I must return to the bank as there are certain matters
which need my attention.
No trouble I hope, Mr. Lorry?
I am not sure.
Our bank in France is experiencing a strange
and possibly sinister phenomenon.
Suddenly, all our clients there
are moving their money and valuables to England.
I am not sure what is happening
but I see dark days ahead for France.
Yes.
Very dark days, indeed.
♪
♪
Right, lads.
Let's get our catch out of here
and over to the surgeon.
♪
Well, I'll be blowed!
There's no body!
It's full of stones.
I don't like this.
Someone's up to no good.
All that work for naught, gents.
(drum roll)
(crowd yelling)
(sinister music)
♪
Take this, comrade.
Don't waste a shot.
Here you are, friend.
One for you.
One for you.
You two.
You go to the front.
You lead the way to the Bastille.
(crowd yelling)
(crowd cheering)
Citizens!
The time is now!
(crowd cheering)
Patriots and friends, are we ready?
(crowd cheering)
What will you do, madam?
I shall lead the women.
We can fight as well as the men.
Into the Bastille!
To the Bastille!
♪
♪
Ready!
Aim!
Fire!
(gun shots)
(crowd yelling)
♪
Ready!
(gun shots)
♪
Ahhhh!
♪
Ahhhh!
♪
Head up those ladders!
♪
Ahhhh!!!
♪
Do your duty, men.
♪
♪
Take down the gates!
(crowd yelling)
Prepare!
Hold up, madam.
I have use for this man.
Don't kill me.
Please, monsieur, don't kill me.
I won't kill you, dog, as long as you do
exactly as I say.
On your feet!
Move!
Yes, monsieur! Yes, monsieur!
You're going to lead the way to the North Tower.
You come too, Jacques.
I don't want any trouble from this man.
I won't be any trouble.
Good!
Then start walking.
Cover us, Jacques.
(boom)
♪
Ahhh!!
♪
(gun shot)
♪
Good work, Jacques!
(gun shots)
♪
♪
Tell them to put down their weapons.
You heard what he said!
Drop them!
(clanging)
You stay here and keep these men quiet.
You lead on!
♪
(shots fired)
♪
Hold your fire.
It's me, Ernest Defarge!
What are you doing in the North Tower?
I want to find Dr. Manette's old cell.
For what reason?
I don't need to tell you that.
Which one is it?
Number 105.
It's down the end of the passage.
Thank you, comrade.
♪
This is it, monsieur.
Get inside.
What are you going to do to me?
As long as you behave, nothing.
Stand against that wall and don't move!
♪
♪
This must be it.
Yes, it is.
I've finished with you now.
Oh, please, monsieur!
Don't kill me!
I don't intend to.
Instead, I'll show you what it was like
for Dr. Manette.
(creaking)
Oh...
(boom)
(shots fired)
(crowd yelling)
♪
♪
(crowd cheering)
♪
♪
News from France, Darnay?
Bad news, I'm sorry to say, Mr. Lorry.
An old family friend has written to me
from the Bastille.
He was imprisoned by the citizens army last July.
For what crime?
He was a servant to my uncle, the Marquis Darnay.
What can you do?
I don't know yet but I must go to France
to get him released.
As you know, I have been there recently and,
in fact, will return soon on bank business.
It's safe enough for me but for you...
I know the dangers Mr. Lorry, but it's my duty
to help Gabelle.
He has no other to turn to for assistance.
But of your wife?
She will remain here with Miss Pross.
Then why don't you travel with me?
I would enjoy the company.
Done, Mr. Lorry.
When do you leave?
The day after tomorrow.
Jerry Cruncher can make the arrangements.
He's coming with us.
(sigh)
Another day in court.
Another win for us.
We won nothing but justice.
The man was not guilty, anyone could see that,
but had the case been tried in France,
the same man would be a victim of the guillotine.
You studied law in France, didn't you,
I suppose you'd know.
They said that no one of noble birth
is safe from the patriots.
Then I will be safe, my friend.
Quite safe.
(laughing)
Charles Darnay is to travel back to France.
He has written asking me to look in on his family here
while he's away.
Let's drink to his good health and fortune.
And to yours.
You're both truly citizens of two cities.
♪
Take care, Darnay.
People are not too choosy about whom they attack.
I have nothing to fear, Mr. Lorry.
My journey is one of mercy.
(crowd yelling)
♪
Hold there.
What's your business?
I have a letter here, citizen, that will explain my mission.
You can explain it to citizen Defarge in there.
♪
Your papers?
♪
Who wrote this letter?
An old ma'am I used to know.
And you live in England?
Yes, I do.
Then you're under arrest, immigrant.
But I have done nothing.
I'm still a French citizen.
Under the new laws you are an illegal immigrant
and forbidden to return.
When were these new laws passed?
Four days ago.
But that was when I left England.
No matter.
It is now the law.
You are under arrest.
♪
♪
(crowd yelling)
♪
It's a good thing you could get here so quickly.
Mr. Lorry, where is Charles?
In a prison not too far from here.
Is he in good health?
I haven't been allowed to see him
but I had a message to say that he's as well as can be,
all things considered.
What are they going to do with him?
Don't worry, my dear.
I'll think of some way to get him released.
♪
Surely my eyes deceive me.
It is Dr. Manette, is it not?
Yes, it is, Ernest.
How are you, my friend?
I am well, Doctor, and pleased to see you
in such good health.
Allow me.
Thank you, Ernest.
Tell me.
What has brought you to Paris?
My son-in-law has been imprisoned here.
Charles Darnay?
You know him?
He was brought to me as an illegal immigrant.
Under the new laws, he must answer
this charge in court.
What can I do to help him?
After your suffering at the hands
of the aristocrats, perhaps you could
speak on his behalf?
Your pleas might carry some weight.
I shall try that.
I saw old Dr. Manette today.
He's come here to try to help Darnay
and he's brought Lucille with him.
He shouldn't have bothered.
Nothing can save that man from the guillotine.
You women are all obsessed with that dreadful contraption.
We are only obsessed with justice.
I like to see those fine bodies separated
from their heads.
You'll be there again in the morning, I suppose.
Of course I will.
♪
(crowd yelling)
♪
(crowd yelling)
♪
Pull the guillotine!
♪
Surely the trial must be over by now.
Now, try to calm down.
Mr. Lorry will get a message to us
as soon as they reach a verdict.
Oh!
Sit down and try not to worry.
(knocking)
Who is it?
Jerry Cruncher, ma'am.
Mr. Lorry sent me.
Come in, Jerry.
Mr. Darnay has been acquitted.
Oh, thank heavens!
(gasp)
It was the Doctor's words that did it.
He spoke out for Mr. Darnay and the jury took pity on him.
When can I see my husband?
Dr. Manette will bring him here, ma'am,
as soon as the papers are signed.
He told me to warn you that all this time in prison
has done your husband's health no good.
What did they do to him?
Nothing that a few days' rest won't put right.
We thank you for delivering this message, sir,
and our thanks, too, to Mr. Lorry.
I'll tell him that, ma'am.
Good day.
Oh, Charles!
My poor darling!
I'm so relieved you're out of that place.
For the moment, yes, my dear, but we can't be sure
it won't happen again.
They're determined to make me pay
for the crimes of my family.
But there can be no guilt attached to you.
My guilt is that I was born into the aristocracy.
They will never forgive me for this,
and now that I've been freed of the first charge,
they'll try even harder.
That is true.
We must arrange to leave France as soon as you
are well enough to travel.
And that won't be before you've eaten a few decent meals.
I'll arrange a dinner to celebrate your return to us.
A splendid idea.
(banging)
Out of my way, you big hag.
I beg your pardon.
What is the meaning of this outrage?
That's him.
Arrest that man.
No!
You must be mistaken!
Keep out of this!
Am I again to be a prisoner?
You will appear before the tribunal tomorrow.
What crime is he charged with?
He is accused of being an enemy of the Republic.
Who accuses him?
You will find out tomorrow.
♪
♪
(crowd talking)
♪
We've heard from citizen Defarge and his wife that the man
who calls himself Charles Darnay is, in fact,
Charles Evremonde Darnay.
If you of the deceased Marquis Darnay,
I believe there is one other accuser.
Who is that person?
The accuser is Dr. Alexandre Manette.
This is absurd.
It is well known that Charles Darnay
is the husband of my daughter.
I have not and would not make any such accusation.
This document will reveal the truth.
I found this in Dr. Manette's old cell in the North Tower
of the Bastille.
I would like you to hear this.
"I, Alexandre Manette, am unhappily imprisoned
as a result of the injustices against me.
I was called one evening to the chateau
of the family Darnay.
♪
I attended a young maiden who had tried
to take her own life.
I could do nothing for her.
I was then shown a lad near to death with a stab wound.
The Marquis had despoiled the maiden
and stabbed her brother when he sought to protect her.
I did what I could but he died soon after.
Before I could report this to the authorities,
I was arrested and thrown into prison.
♪
I declare that the family Darnay is evil
and must be punished for its crimes against the people
and myself."
(crowd yelling)
Charles Evremonde Darnay, now called Charles Darnay,
you've heard the evidence against you.
Have you anything to say?
I admit I'm a Darnay but I have nothing to do
with the atrocities described before you.
They were crimes of my dead uncle,
whose name I rejected many years ago.
I renounced all claims to title and fortune in disgust
at the behavior of the Darnay family
and its crimes against the people of France.
Charles Darnay, you have admitted to being
a member of the accused family.
You are sentenced to die on the guillotine
two weeks from this day.
You will be confined in the Bastille
until the day of your death.
(birds chirping)
♪
This is the third time this week you've been here.
You'll never see him from here.
No matter if I see him.
It's more important that he sees me.
Fifty-two today.
Fifty-two what?
Heads.
Fifty-two heads taken off by madam le guillotine today.
I'll thank you to keep such information to yourself.
This is my little guillotine.
If those logs were aristocrats...
♪
I'd have France rid of them all within a week.
♪
Come away, my dear.
This will not help Charles.
Nothing can help him now.
We've tried everything.
But Father, he is to die in the morning.
(laughing)
Lucille, my dear, I'm afraid we must face
the inevitable.
Charles is lost to us.
No! No! No!
(crying)
♪
Pssst!
Oh, Mr. Carton, you nearly scared me to death.
Calm down, Jerry.
What are you doing here, sir?
I hope to help, Jerry.
Not much you can do, sir.
♪
Let me go!
If I hadn't heard that Barsad the spy was dead and buried,
I'd swear you were he.
Who are you?
I'm a turn key at the Bastille.
You're English?
I live in Paris now.
Ever known a man called John Barsad?
He's dead.
I put him in his coffin meself.
Mr. Carton, sir, he's lying.
I think so, too, but how do you know for sure?
I was on a medical errand and found John Barsad's coffin.
It was full of stones.
Barsad, one move and we'll expose you
for the spy you are.
Oh no, sir!
They'll have my head off.
Don't do that!
Not if you do as I tell you.
Do you understand what you're to do, Barsad?
Yes, I do.
Go to Mr. Lorry's house, Jerry,
and tell him to be ready to leave at first light.
He should not stop until he reaches the coast.
He is to take everyone, including you, with him.
Is that clear?
As a bell, Mr. Carton.
As clear as a bell.
♪
Poor, brave, Carton.
If he's God, he can do it.
I really hope he can, Jerry.
I think he's taking a terrible risk.
And with no guarantee that it will work.
If they find him there, there'll be two heads removed
instead of just one.
It seems so wrong that even one man shall die
particularly when the both of them are innocent.
God knows that, Mr. Lorry.
♪
(horse neighing)
Have you arranged things?
At the risk of my own life, I will take you to him.
♪
♪
This is far as I go.
As you wish.
Unlock the door.
♪
How?
How did you?
Never mind.
I'm here to get you out.
It's impossible.
No one ever escapes from the Bastille.
I have a plan you need know nothing of.
Now, sit down and remove your shoes quickly.
♪
♪
(two knocks)
♪
If you fail me now, I shall denounce you
as a traitor to the revolution.
And you must keep your part of the bargain.
If they find out I've helped you...
You just get him to the coach waiting outside.
If anyone stops you, just say that he's been overcome
with grief after visiting his condemned friend.
And you will go to the guillotine in his place?
Yes.
Why?
That is my business, spy.
♪
♪
Take him away from here as fast as you can.
Have no fear about that.
(whip cracks)
♪
Do you know how they arranged my husband's escape?
I would prefer not to.
He looks so ill.
I think they used chloroform.
He should revive quite soon.
What's that in his pocket?
♪
"If you remember the words that passed between us,
you will understand why I do this."
Oh, Sydney!
Oh God, help poor, dear Sydney!
He offers his life in exchange for our happiness.
(crying)
♪
(crowd yelling)
(drum roll)
(swoosh)
(crowd yelling)
(ominous music)
♪
♪
It is a far, far better thing I do
than I have ever done.
It is a far, far better rest that I go to
than I have ever known.
♪
Kill him!
(crowd yelling)
(drum roll)
(swoosh)
♪
♪