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Lucie.

Lucie.

Papa?

- Papa? - I know.

Shh...

Allez...

-

Jarvis, thank God.

Lucie, quick, inside.

We'll never outrun them.

They're here for me.

Go!

- No, Papa!

- Take care of her. - No, no...

Papa!

Papa...

Papa!

Lucie.

Lucie.

My apologies.

Quite understandable, Mrs. Lorry.

We at Tellson's were...

saddened to hear of Mr. Lorry's passing.

Your husband was a proud servant

of our bank's interests in London and Paris

for over four decades.

Thank vou.

I presume you're here to discuss Jarvis' estate.

That's in hand, Mrs. Lorry.

No, I came to speak with Miss Manette.

Mr. Lorry took you in as his ward

after your father's death?

- Yes. - Your mother, Matilda.

She died when I was very young.

And you have no surviving family to speak of.

Here or in France?

Then, Miss Manette,

you are now without a legal guardian.

I don't need to be anyone else's ward.

You misunderstand.

Since you are no longer subject to a wardship,

your father's holdings with Tellson's Paris branch

now revert to you.

Dr. Manette's assets were modest at the time of his death.

However, Mr. Lorry invested them judiciously

on your behalf in the years since.

It seems you are a young woman of means.

My deepest condolences.

Thank you.

I remember the night Jarvis brought you here.

You stood in that doorway,

wrapped in his coat.

Just a little thing,

white as a sheet.

Jarvis dedicated his life to protecting you.

And I made him a promise to do the same.

But you're not a child anymore.

You want me to leave?

What do you want?

I need some air.

You will remember that, won't you?

Of course.

Five crowns on the little one.

You mad? He's done in.

Oh!

You haven't got five crowns.

Will in a minute.

Come on!

Here, what about your tab?

I just won five crowns!

You owe me 20!

Yeah, all right. I'll take a couple of them!

Please, sir.

Hello, Sydney.

Oh!

He's a, he's a lucky boy.

Name, nationality?

Charles Darnay, French.

French?

Lived here for ten years.

On and off.

Tutoring in private homes,

it's all there.

Stop! Thief!

He stole my purse!

Give it back!

Knife!

Oy! Hey, move away!

He's a spy!

- He's a French spy!

You're late, Miss Manette.

I'm sure you kept yourself entertained, Mr. Cruncher.

You have it.

I said fresh.

It's the best I could do.

It's been a while since I went...

fishing.

And my rod's awful rusty.

Get yourself a better one.

And hurry before you're missed.

Thank you.

I thought we could try

something more challenging today.

Let's begin.

Herniotomy.

I must speak with the master of the house,

Mr. Jarvis Lorry.

At this bloody hour...

- What's going on? - I'm...

Where have you been?

Er. Out, walking. Who's this?

- As I told your servant... - Er, I'm the valet.

I must speak with the master of the house, please.

Well, I am both master and mistress here.

No, for his ears only.

Fetch the watch, Jerry.

- No, please. - He's bleeding.

Stay! Look, he'll be dead before the watch get here.

Help, Jerry.

Come on, up!

Help me get him up.

Er... Towels,

muslin, water, scissors.

Go!

Lucie?

What on earth...?

Press down hard.

Do you want this man to die on your dining table?

- Hester, please!

I need to seal your wound,

but there's no time to stitch it.

- Do you consent? - No watch.

- No watch. - Good enough.

Lucie?

- What are you doing? - Hold him.

- Hard, both of you. - No...

- Brandy. - For him?

For all of us.

You will explain yourself.

Later.

It'll be ugly if it heals.

My message...

My message.

Mr. Jarvis Lorry.

No.

No, you're too late.

Alexandre...

Manette.

How do you know that name?

Recalled to life.

No.

Alexandre...

...Manette.

No! Who are you?

"Recalled to life"! What do you mean?

Hey, come.

Please. Who are you? Tell me!

Hey!

Hey!

Charles Darnay?

Ernest de Farge?

Juliette.

"Recalled to life..."

Wine merchant send you?

You must be Barsad.

- I'm the tutor. - Christ.

Where did he find you?

I was told you knew better than to ask questions.

Do I need to find myself another ship?

It's going to cost you double the usual price.

There are English warships crawling all over the Channel...

Ever since you lot joined the war for the Americans.

Or we come to some arrangement?

Listen.

You don't touch her.

And you don't get another penny from me.

Just get us to London.

Huh?

You like giving me orders, crapaud?

Well, we'll be on the other side of the water soon enough.

Go on.

Next!

I've told you before. No.

- All right! - No! No, no, please!

Name and nationality.

Charles Darnay.

- French. - French...

I lived here for ten years.

On and off.

Tutoring in private homes.

It's all there.

And you?

My servant.

And her papers?

Yes.

Thank you.

- Ah!

- The knife!

Wasn't sure you'd make it.

This was you.

Alexandre Manette.

"Recalled to life..."

...that was your message.

I was given a name...

and an address. That's all I know.

Who gave you the message?

You need to start talking right now

or I'll have the watch here before you can get dressed.

Am I your patient or your prisoner?

I can't tell you who gave me the message.

There are lives at stake,

other than mine.

How did that happen?

A disagreement with a colleague.

One of yours. An Englishman.

I'm French.

- You don't seem French. - Oh!

And, er, how do French women seem?

For one, they don't go around

cauterizing strangers' stab wounds.

Well, actually you're my first.

Women in England aren't permitted

to practice medicine any more than they are in France.

But you do.

Rather well.

Where do I find the person who gave you this message?

I already told you.

Alexandre Manette was my father.

I saw him die.

His body face down in the street,

and I have never once doubted what I saw.

But now you arrive with this message,

"recalled to life". It...

Some bread, please.

It's been days.

Then I'll tell you what I can.

What's your name?

Lucie.

Lucie Manette.

He's alive, then.

This Frenchman.

And that little performance last night.

Turning this house into a field hospital.

Wherever did you get such ideas?

Does it matter?

I saved his life.

Whose life, exactly?

This stranger?

Who shows up...

claiming to carry news of your father

on the very day you come into your inheritance?

What if my father did survive?

Your father died 18 years ago.

I'm sorry.

But it is the truth.

Whatever happened to him,

I have to know.

Friends of mine...

they knew of a wine merchant in Paris.

I was vouched for,

given a job.

To bring a fugitive to London.

And a message.

Which led me to you.

And this wine merchant?

They're good people.

Just trying to resist.

Against what?

Against many things.

The nobility in France have a law.

LaCorvee.

Slave labor.

I've seen men and women harnessed to carts

that were driven by whips.

So you decided to fight back too?

No.

I left.

Ten years ago.

I found work here as a tutor.

But I never really...

I never really settled.

Always felt like an outsider.

Wha... Where are you going?

I've put your household in danger long enough.

No, no, no... No. Nobody knows that you're here.

- They'd have come by now. - I have to go.

Two, three days to gather your strength.

- Then you'll take me to Paris.

No, if you can't tell me

where to find this wine merchant then show me.

You owe me a life.

Take me to him. Then we're even.

Lucie...

Open this door, please.

What?

Take him.

Charles Darnay, I arrest you in the name of the King.

No!

- This is still my house. - Get off me!

Ask them what he's being charged with.

- Treason, Miss. - What?

He's a French spy, in the pay of the Americans.

That's a lie.

That's a lie!

That's a lie!

I'm no spy...

For what crime, m'lud?

Devoting a lifetime to the happiness of others.

One might even say charity.

The defendant runs a notorious whorehouse.

Charity doesn't come into it.

But the good Christian Parson had...

My client sold the property adjoining his in good faith,

- now all manner of harlots... - Harlots...

...rut and fornicate outside his door.

Romance, m'lud. Is... Is love a crime?

My client seeks the right to repossess the property...

Leaving a poor woman destitute.

The defendant appears neither poor nor destitute,

Mr. Stryver.

Quite so, m'lud.

- My client... - Is a pimp!

My esteemed associate.

You are late, Mr. Carton.

Again.

Uh, madam.

You purchased the property from the, um...

Well, from the parson here.

I did.

And you've, uh...

You've been running a, a bawdy house there ever since.

I have.

But when you, uh... When you...

bought the house,

the parson refused to sell you the freehold.

He's been charging you a, a lease.

In fact, he's doubled the cost of the lease

every year since.

- M'lud, this is not a crime. - Illegal? No.

Unchristian.

Get to the point, Mr. Carton.

Well, the good parson here

remains the freeholder of the property.

Under law, he is responsible

for any business conducted on the premises.

A pimp...

By his own hand!

A-- pimp!

This court determines

that the plaintiff shall repurchase the property

from the defendant...

at the price she originally paid for it.

Conduct your business elsewhere, madam, if you must.

Thank you, m'lud.

Choose your neighbors more prudently, sir,

especially if you wish to fleece them.

Dismissed.

Mr. Carton...

Mr. Stryver.

This court is not a two penny theatre.

Next time, you'll both be in contempt.

As wise as Solomon, m'lud.

The madam was effusive.

Offered to double our fee in house credit.

Where are the lemons?

Of course, house credit doesn't pay the bills.

Not that you have any grasp of the financials?

Now, we all have our talents.

Remind me what yours is again.

Business acumen, my boy.

You'd be lost, all at sea,

without my pecuniary stewardship.

Yeah, ah...

I'd have money in my pocket...

instead of an open invitation to a dose of the clap.

Well, it might do you good, little female company.

- Yeah. - When was the last time you--

You go? You were never shy about taking all the credit.

Mr. Carton, forgive the hour.

Not at all.

C.J. Stryver,

advocate to the innocent and needy. Mrs...

Miss Lucie Manette.

How may I be of service?

I require a legal defense.

And you shall have one.

What crime could a charming young lady...

Not for myself.

A friend.

Oh!

And what offence is the gentleman charged with?

When a beautiful woman, unmarried,

calls upon a lawyer at this time...

Treason.

I can pay.

Capital charge.

The costs involved would be...

Your friend is as good as acquitted, Miss Manette.

- Now... - I want him.

My associate Sydney Carton will assist me.

No. I want him to lead the defense.

I'm not available.

Now, I, I assure you, Madam, that...

- Mr. Carton? - No.

Why not?

Because I won't waste my time with star-crossed sweethearts.

Well, neither do I.

He's French, a tutor we only met a few days ago.

Works fast, even for a Frenchman.

We are not lovers.

So why do you care?

Why does it matter?

And he is a fellow countryman unjustly persecuted, that's all.

Half a dozen lemons!

It's the middle

of the bleeding night.

I'll pay double!

Bugger off or I'll call the watchman.

I won't give up, you know.

There's dozens of lawyers in London.

I already tried them.

Nobody will touch it.

They don't want to ruin their reputation

defending an unwinnable case.

What makes you think I do?

You represent pimps, whores and thieves.

You don't have a good name to lose.

No case is unwinnable.

But the Attorney General thinks so.

An eyewitness. The selling of military secrets.

It's, it's all a pack of lies.

But do you think any jury will give a Frenchman a fair trial?

He doesn't deserve to die, Mr. Carton.

He's an innocent man.

Nobody is innocent, Miss Manette.

The usual.

- She's paying. - Yes.

And any lemons you have back there?

Ain't got none, Sydney.

Just meet him, will you?

I will get you as many lemons as you want.

An entire bloody tree of them.

God, that is foul.

Will you meet him?

No.

Oh!

- Why not? - Because I won't be lied to,

Miss Manette.

Now, I may not have a good name

or any reputation to speak of,

but you spend your life

surrounded by cheats and criminals

and you learn to smell a fraud.

Now, you claim to barely know this man,

yet here you are chasing me across the worst part of town,

in the middle of the night,

offering me ten times the going rate to save his neck.

No.

Make me believe it,

or we have nothing to discuss.

What is he to you?

A second chance at life.

I was--

eight years old when I watched my father die.

But now this,

stranger brings a message from Paris. "Recalled to life."

That's it?

- That's all you know? - That he's alive. I,

I can't explain how or why, but I feel it...

here.

I don't know why I'm telling you this,

I must be out of my mind.

He's agreed to help you, this...

this Frenchman?

No, not yet.

But if he dies, then...

I can't lose this chance.

You understand what you'd be risking

defending this man?

The danger to you if he's convicted.

How do you know he's innocent of the charges against him?

- How can you be sure? - I can't.

But he's all I have.

Who's there?

Who are you?

Whatever you think.

Whatever you've been told.

I'm...

I'm no spy.

Show yourself.

Show yourself!

I told you I wouldn't give up.

Am I going to regret our meeting, Miss Manette?

Only if you say no.

Does this mean you're taking the case?

Yeah.

Thank you.

After.

If we win.

Well call it a show of faith.

Shall we get to work?

I am.

You can go.

Hmm...

Here.

Wet it every hour.

It'll cool your blood.

Bring in the prisoner.

Hang him!

Charles Darnay.

You stand indicted on a charge of treason

against the British Crown.

At the forfeit of your life,

how do you plead?

Not guilty.

Guilty!

Order!

Order in the court!

ATTORNEY-GENERAL: Mr. Barsad,

if you could please tell the court,

what did you see

as you were unloading at the docks?

The prisoner...

meeting with two sailors on the quayside.

Why were your suspicions aroused?

They were talking French.

What happened next?

The sailors handed him some papers.

The jury will note these documents

detail the movements of British naval forces

in the Americas.

What did you do then, Mr. Barsad?

I went over.

Asked him what his business was.

ATTORNEY-GENERAL: He tried to flee,

so you held him?

He swung for me.

Broke my eye here.

But you were able to snatch these papers from him

as he ran.

That's right.

ATTORNEY-GENERAL: Honest patriot,

your King and country thank you

for your noble act of courage.

Hear, hear!

Hear, hear!

Mr. Barsad,

have you been promised a spy-catcher's bounty

for this testimony?

I'm a patriot, like he said.

And I hope there's many more here like me.

You claim you saw the prisoner talking

with two others at the quayside.

How far away was that?

About as far as that door is from where I stand.

This far?

Near enough.

The port of London is

one of the busiest in the world. It must have been quite a din.

Yet you heard...

three men speaking French

at this distance.

That's right.

M'lud, I'll ask the court

to talk amongst themselves for a moment.

What is the point of this?

It's to prove the witness' evidence.

Make it brief, Mr. Carton.

Mr. Barsad!

What did I say to the Attorney General just now?

You, er...

said something about...

the prisoner being innocent,

which he isn't.

He asked what time the nearest tavern opened.

M'lud, this circus act is an insult to the court.

The prisoner is accused of a capital crime.

He stands to lose his life.

Charles Darnay hasn't even been to the port of London.

He's a simple tutor who made his home here

ten years ago. Nothing more.

ATTORNEY-GENERAL: This man is a French spy.

He was observed

trading in state secrets.

Observed by this witness only.

ATTORNEY-GENERAL: Who has sworn to it.

And will you swear to it now, Mr. Barsad?

Could you identify the prisoner from another man?

Even with that eye that you claim is broken.

From any man.

Night or day in a crowd of 50 yards away.

What about in this room?

The witness has answered the question, Mr. Carton.

Your argument has been made,

- so if there are no more... - No, one more.

- One more. - Mr. Carton.

My final question,

on my honor.

Identify the man you saw.

The man to your right.

What about now?

ATTORNEY-GENERAL: M'lud, I must protest.

Is this government so desperate

to curry public favor by convicting a foreign agent...

Do exactly as I do.

...that they will falsely accuse anyone of us.

Are none of us safe from their treachery.

Conspiracy, m'lud. For shame!

Identify the man again,

Mr. Barsad.

ATTORNEY-GENERAL: M'lud, really!

The prosecution's case

rests entirely on this man's testimony.

The witness will identify the prisoner

or I will have to dismiss.

The man to the left.

- My left? - Yes.

No, my left.

I'm afraid not, Mr. Barsad.

Case dismissed.

It seems I owe you two lives.

One will do.

Mr. Carton.

I owe you more than I can ever repay.

Such fine manners.

Even faced with that mob in court

howling for your blood.

Who are you really, Mr. Darnay?

You're unlike any tutor I know.

Do you see anything you recognize?

Are we at all alike?

Beyond skin and bone.

I gambled your life on the toss of a coin.

If the smuggler had guessed right,

you'd be a dead man...

and I'd be drinking in peace.

I think you do not care for me, Mr. Carton.

Though I cannot say why.

I care for no man on earth and no man cares for me.

I'll leave you to your own company then.

You'll drink a toast with me.

One drink,

my fee.

What shall we toast?

Your savior.

To your health?

No.

Ah.

Oh...

to Miss Manette, then?

Lucie Manette.

That was you.

Last night.

Hiding in the shadows.

Afraid to be seen.

I was a prisoner.

Waiting to die.

Today I'm a free man.

Free to live my life.

Thanks to you.

Therese.

- Ernest! - Oh!

Oui.

- Oui.

Juliette...

Juliette!

Juliette! Juliette!

Juliette! Juliette! No!

Juliette!

Juliette...

Allez! Allez!

You're leaving.

Hmm.

I hope you know I did it for you.

Calling the watch.

Well, Charles is no spy.

Charles!

Be careful.

You're young.

The world seems--

so simple.

And if you find him,

your father,

what then?

Do you know what it is

to dig a man out of a grave?

I have to try.

This is goodbye then.

These--

were amongst Jarvis' papers.

Letters from your father.

Well, Jarvis would have wanted you to have them.

Oh...

Sydney.

Thank you.

You did a good man a great service.

I didn't do it for him.

I, uh...

I leave for Paris.

First thing tomorrow.

I don't know if I'll be back.

Won't Mr. Darnay be with you?

Seems like an ideal escort for a young lady.

Oh, Miss Manette.

Mr. Darnay settled his own debt.

I hope you find your father.

If anyone can...

it'd be you.

We've known each other less than a day.

How can you be so certain?

Call it a show of faith.

Go on, get the boys,

they'll give you a hand with that.

Where are the papers?

Two first class cabins to Ostend.

Then we travel over ground to Paris.

All right, then.

Go on, then. Go through.

You're expecting someone?

No, no.

- Next! Papers! - It will be dangerous.

And France...

may not be as you remember it.

We can always wait a day.

A week.

No.

No more waiting.

"Jarvis...

Lucie and I must leave Paris tonight.

I fear for our lives.

I fear for France.

A great storm is gathering.

I recall the last verses Lucie's mother ever wrote to m.

'It was the best of times.

It was the worst of times.

It was the age of wisdom.

It was the age of foolishness.

It was the epoch of belief.

It was the epoch of incredulit.

It was the season of light.

It was the season of darkness.

It was the spring of hope.

It was the winter...

of despair.'"