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Do you regret it, saving my life?

No, inviting you in, Sydney.

My life, my family.

Was I an amusement to you? Or a dress rehearsal for him?

Why didn't you just stay away?

I had to see you that night in the wine shop. I should have kissed you.

I would give anything, everything for you.

The life you love.

You can't ask me to save you, Sydney.

Shall download, whenever.

He's gone.

Where's that?

Finally, I can bury the name Evremonde.

Once and for all, Evremonde.

I've lost my memory.

What's wrong?

Who is he, this Theophile?

My uncle and father's steward.

The only one who ever showed me any kindness after my mother died. And he's

a prisoner in Paris?

He's accused of counter-revolutionary crimes, but it's all lies.

How did he know to write to you at this address?

What does that matter?

You never wrote to him after you left France. It's strange then that he would

write to you. You're not listening. His family.

The only one I ever knew.

I didn't mean...

I have to go.

No. This man risked his own life to protect me when I had no one.

What, but he just walked back into Paris now after everything that's been done in

the name of the revolution.

The lynchings, the massacres in the streets. That's all over with. He

murdered their king. These are ordinary men and women. You are the son of an

Evermond. You told me yourself your family name is despised more than any in

France. Nobody knows I was born an aristocrat. Oh, this here feels thus. He

won't have talked. He would never betray me. He was like a father to me. You

can't just leave.

You can't.

I need you.

I need my husband.

These past few months, you've been changed.

Not eating, barely sleeping.

You won't even say her name.

Next. No.

Charles Darnay.

Stop it.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Charles Darnay, I'm stopping you for crime against the revolution.

What crime?

I didn't commit any crime. There's a mistake.

Two weeks.

No word from him.

Something has happened.

Your contacts at Delsons have heard nothing.

Nothing.

I must go to Paris.

Now? He would do the same for me. We don't even know if he arrived there.

Papa, I... I have to go.

You can't go alone.

Hello, Sidney.

Oh,

he never did knock.

What about Mr. Stryver?

He moved on.

Years ago.

Married himself a rich widow.

And you?

No business of yours.

What do you want?

Your help.

Are you about to offer me another armful of lemons?

I'm afraid I'll disappoint.

Charles is in danger.

Someone wake me up. I've had this dream before.

This was a mistake. Run back to your perfect life. Your perfect home.

Children running about your feet!

My child died!

She was eight years old and she was perfect.

What was her name?

Matilda.

Matilda.

After your mother.

He once said he would do anything for me.

The life I love.

I know I have no right to ask, to expect anything after so many years after

everything.

But I'm asking anyway.

Please.

Help me save him.

Where are you taking me?

You can't keep me in your house.

Tell me who's accusing me!

Who's accusing me?

Mr. Charles.

You're here.

I'm from London.

Where's your letter?

My letter?

I didn't send it.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Take life.

Telson shut the bank when the first riots broke out.

Hester secured us the rooms.

We won't be disturbed.

Yeah.

Did you know the city would be like this?

I'd read the reports in the newspapers, heard stories of those who'd escaped to

London, but I never imagined.

We have to find them.

And who in Paris is going to help you?

You saw the fear out there, the paranoia.

Who's going to risk their neck for the wife of an immigrant?

The wine merchant, Ernest Defarge. His shop is in San Antoine. We can start

there. Yeah, it's too big a risk.

No, he knows me.

He's always been a friend to my family.

If Charles's life is in danger, his enemies could be anywhere.

If you were spotted... No, you can't ask me to just sit here.

No, I'm not asking.

Those are my terms.

I go alone or I don't go.

Are you done, Claude?

Does?

Busy night, Monsieur?

Thank you for the um...

For the bottle.

You're English.

Do I know you?

We share an acquaintance.

Lucy.

Manette.

No.

You're mistaken.

We can have this conversation inside, if you like, with your wife.

Something tells me you'd prefer to keep it between us.

You see, she's in Paris.

She's here for her husband, Charles Darnay.

They're married.

Nobody can know.

She must go by Manette, her father.

He's still a hero to many here.

You're sick.

How long have you known?

Since just after Charles left.

You should have told me. I never would have agreed.

Which is why I didn't.

Nobody else knows.

Charles is alive.

Thank God.

But he's a prisoner.

Ernest Defarge works up on the force on his wife's orders.

She has great influence over these revolutionaries.

Has he seen him, spoken to him?

He's never left alone with the prisoners.

So long as Charles is there, his life is in danger.

Does Ernest know his accuser's name? He says no.

I have to see Charles. I... No, don't tell me that I can't.

He's my husband, the father of my child. I won't just stay hidden away whilst he

suffers.

I need to see him with my own eyes.

It'll take some time, but they're, um... They may be away.

I'll get you out of here, okay?

If he doesn't acquit you, we'll take the leak.

Ernest?

You should not have come back to Paris, Mademoiselle Lucie.

Will you take me to him?

I beg you, do not ask death if it were discovered that you are his wife. For

the love you bear me and my father, for the joy you brought into our lives after

so many years apart, everything you and your wife have done for our family,

please, take me to my husband.

The man he came to save.

He died this morning.

There's more.

I was able to speak a few words of Charles.

What?

The letter from Deauville.

It wasn't him.

Charles is to be brought to trial.

You said yourself that... Tomorrow.

They can't. And we still don't know the charges.

Well, how can he...

Prepare a defense call witnesses.

The letter to Charles, asking him to come to Paris. It was forged.

You knew?

Suspected.

You've no idea who could have sent it to him? None.

Nobody outside my family knows he was born in Evermont.

Well, I will know tomorrow.

I remember the last time you and I were alone together the night before a trial

of Charles Darnay.

That one ended well.

A lot has changed.

Not so much.

You still have the same questionable taste in lawyers.

And you still have the same coat.

Even as it falls apart on your shoulders.

Went to sell it.

Twice.

Never could quite bring myself to part with it.

We'll leave early for the tribunal.

I'll sit up a while.

An ancient mystic once showed me a trick to keep the mind sharp late at night.

A towel in a basin of cold water.

When we return to England, I... I hope you'll call at the house.

I want you to meet him.

Him?

Believe so.

Will you do that?

Will you call?

Silence! Call Charles Darnay over there!

Charles! Charles!

My love... Charles Darnay!

You have tried to hide your true identity.

Your real name is Evremonde.

Silence!

Silence!

Following the death of your uncle, you are now the heir to the title of Marquis

of Evremonde.

As an aristocrat and emigrant.

Your life is now in the hands of the Republic.

What do you have to say for your defense?

I only gave up on my name and my title ten years ago.

I was ashamed.

As much as today.

Do you have a witness who can testify?

Not anymore.

He died in my arms yesterday.

I am not a traitor.

I am not a traitor!

I rejected years ago all the privileges related to my birth.

I always believed in freedom.

In the equality of every man before the law.

And I fought alongside our American brothers.

From the beginning of their own revolution.

Those well before the French armies.

And our revolution, do you believe me?

I believed it.

With all my heart.

And today...

Aujourd'hui, je ne saurais dire.

My name is Alexandre Manette.

Some of you may know me as the Rescaped Doctor of the Bastille.

It's largely thanks to Charles Darnay that I escaped.

I, too, was unfairly taken prisoner, snatched away from my family.

But my past sufferings still make me strong.

Charles Darnay is an honest son of the country.

He is also my son-in-law.

If this court has the slightest regard for me or my history, then release it.

I conjure you.

What's the name of this prisoner?

Alexandre Manette himself.

I found these sheets in the Bastille on the day she fell.

Tours Nord, cell 105.

The cell of Doctor Manette.

I sign this letter to the last month of my 10th year in captivity.

My mind is slowly failing me, but I want to write down the list of crimes

that have led me to this abject prison.

One night in December, 1764...

J'ai été appréhendée alors que je rentrais chez moi.

C'était le marquis d'Evre-Monde et son frère.

Ils m'ont forcé à les suivre jusqu'à leur hôtel particulier.

Et le spectacle qui m'y fut offert était si funeste que j'en frémis encore la

seule pensée.

Une jeune fille.

All dressed in haillons.

Feet and fists tied.

Stained with a silk scarf to stifle her screams.

She had been raped with so much savagery that she was already screaming death.

I did everything I could to save her, but that wasn't enough.

Alors que la pauvre innocente exhalait son dernier soupir, le marquis me tendit

une bourse pour acheter mon silence.

Mais je n'eus pas le courage de l'accepter.

Bouleversée, je rentrais chez moi et écrivis deux lettres, la première

adressée à mon cher ami Jarvis Laurie de la Banque Telson.

begging him to save us, my daughter and me,

and to help us flee Paris that night.

And the next one, addressed to the Minister of Justice,

detailing the list of crimes I had been a victim and witness to.

I knew the consequences, but I couldn't keep quiet.

Unfortunately, the Evremonde have advanced me.

And since that day, I... I have perished in this prison.

Where are you, citizen?

Almost.

Maybe the good doctor, Manette, could read this last part.

The man is innocent.

He doesn't deserve... He came to speak!

To testify!

So that they finish.

No.

Citizen Manette, read!

I, Alexandre Manette, swear on my honor that everything that is

written here is the exact truth.

I condemn you.

Please, I beg you.

Je condamne les Evremondes jusqu'au dernier de leur lignée.

Je les maudis.

Continue.

Et marque leur race d'une croix de sang.

Condamné par la main de son propre beau-père.

Why are you all here?

The young girl they killed was my sister.

I was there.

Hidden.

I saw everything.

I heard everything every second.

What they did to her.

Her father.

Her uncle.

Les Evremondes, leurs semblables, c'est eux, c'est eux les vrais ennemis de

cette nation.

Et aujourd'hui, je réclame justice et vengeance pour ma sœur,

pour tous ceux qui ont souffert comme elle.

Mort aux ennemis de la République !

I'm probably gonna-

There must be something.

A way to repeal a reprieve.

It was Therese who sent the forged letter to Charles.

She planned this, all of it.

She knew you would never leave Taylorfield to die. She... She preyed on

him.

That's my fault.

My own words, my own blood.

I'll never forgive myself.

You knew.

All this time you knew Charles was in Evermont.

And that they were the ones who imprisoned you.

Why didn't you tell me?

I saw no reason to judge Charles by his name and his family. But if we'd known

he would never... I would have stopped him.

I'm sorry.

We must get them out of Paris.

Charles will be executed at noon tomorrow.

You saw the blood last in the courtroom today.

Who knows if they'll come after Ned?

Lucy will never leave Charles behind. No, and they won't persuade her.

Can he not be saved?

There'll be no reprieve.

Why didn't you tell me?

What they did to your sister, why didn't you tell me?

What would you have done?

I don't know, I... I would have been there.

I would have listened to you, I could have helped you.

You were so busy helping everyone.

That's why you're angry at me?

You're lying.

They'll understand with what? With this bullshit you call justice?

That's it, that's it, my love. You're making me go crazy, you're making me go

crazy. Not me!

Does your... Does your childhood seem far off to you?

Your younger days, do they seem very long ago?

I feel... I am travelling in a circle.

Nearer and nearer to the beginning.

I understand the feeling.

He's sleeping.

Fitfully.

I, too, am ready for bed.

There must be a way.

There is none.

I can't just stand by and let them murder him. No, you will leave.

The only thing that matters now is your safety, you and the child.

But he's my husband.

Exactly.

It's what he'd want.

How can you know that?

Because it's what I would want, too.

I've spent ten years hating him, twisting myself around the belief we

were nothing alike.

Truth is, we both loved the same woman.

You could never have saved me from myself. You can't save Charles now.

What do I do?

Therese and the others will be watching the executions. It's the only sure

chance we'll have to get you and Alexander out of the city.

And what do I tell him?

About the father he'll never know?

Tell him the truth.

He was a better man than any of us.

One who would embrace any sacrifice for those dear to him.

He would even risk his life for a friend he had not seen in ten long years.

And could put away more neat gin than any choo-choo I know.

You should rest.

Eat something.

No, I have no appetite.

My mother would drink a... of hot milk every morning with me in the belly.

She said it calmed the nausea.

That may have been the brandy she laced it with.

Always knew I'd end up like her.

Until I met you.

The first time since I was a boy.

I thought if she sees it in me... What?

Something worth living for.

Worth loving.

I didn't see that.

I still do.

The life you love.

I'll make the arrangements.

You leave at noon sharp.

Thank you.

For what?

Giving me something I never had.

Thank you.

I know.

But this is the way it has to be.

The executions begin at midday, and you and your father must be far away from

the city before they end.

Papa?

It's time.

No.

Lucy? Ready the carriage.

I know where he'll be.

Lucy, we can't...

Come on.

You

need

to get away from us.

C'était censé être un cadeau pour ma petite Juliette.

Elle les a vraiment l'ont tuées.

Elle aussi.

Et tu vois ces noms ? C'est les aristos qui ont payé pour ce qu'ils ont

fait.

Et là, juste là, j'inscris le nom de l'enfant que tu

portes.

Je l'ai su dès que j'ai eu.

No.

Please.

Please.

Don't do this.

Please.

Lucy!

No! Give me back!

We have to go. Come on.

Hester, quickly.

Ten minutes.

Last person in the world you hope to share your final moments with.

Are you a prisoner?

Do you want to live?

It's a simple question.

Yes, of course. Do exactly as I say.

Strip everything.

Your boots, too.

Why?

No.

No, no, no, no, no. There's no time for empty posture. No, I said no. Why?

Because for once, I might be the hero of our shared story.

This isn't about pride.

No. No.

I will not allow you or any man to die for me.

This is just about you.

I have loved her all these years.

Not as well as you have, but just as long. I can't.

You can.

And you will.

Your life is not worth less than mine.

But yours is not your own, my friend.

It has belonged to her ever since she chose you.

Price of victory.

Oh, and... It belongs to another now, too.

The child she is carrying.

You see, you cannot refuse

any more than I can.

Live a long life.

Grow old and fat.

And I'll cleave for the love of God.

Love her for both of us.

Easy.

Parade is condemned

Thank you very much.

We're going home, Papa.

They will come looking for us as soon as they find her

body. You saved us.

You saved my life.

Sidney. Have you seen Sidney?

Hurry up citizen!

If you can see the execution, we start at noon!

Hurry up citizen!

A life you love.

Do not hesitate.

Do not turn back.

I do it gladly.

For the first time in years, I am seeing clearly.

I see you and Charles, safe in London.

Alexandre and Hester, the happiness you all deserve.

I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss.

and in their struggle to be truly free, I see the evil of this time

wearing out.

I see your child, his years filled with music and laughter,

his father's wisdom, above all,

his mother's love.

I see you growing old.

Your life lived.

Your heart full.

Knowing you were never loved more than on this day, in this place,

when I opened my heart to you, last of all the world.

It is a far, far better thing that I do.

i have ever done it is a far far better rest that i go to than

i have ever known