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Do you regret it, saving my life?

I'm 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.

Finally, I can bury the name Evrémonde

once and for all.

Evrémonde.

What's wrong?

Who is he, this Théophile?

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?

Well, you never wrote to him after you left France.

It's strange then that he would write--

No, you're not listening. He's family.

The only one I ever knew.

Lucie.

I didn't mean...

I have to go.

- No. - This man risked his own life

to protect me when I had no one.

What, will you just walk 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 Evrémonde!

You told me yourself your family name

is despised more than any in France.

Nobody knows I was born an aristocrat.

This Théophile does.

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.

He needs me.

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.

I can't.

I... I...

I can't.

Two weeks. No word from him.

Something has happened.

Your contacts at... have heard nothing?

Nothing.

I must go to Paris.

- No. - 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, Sydney.

Oh, you never did knock.

What about Mr. Striver?

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 you.

Charles is in danger.

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

- This was a mistake. - Oh, that's it.

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.

No, I believe it.

I believe it.

What was her name?

Mathilda.

Mathilda?

After your mother.

You once said you 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.

Stay close.

...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 him.

Who in Paris is gonna help you?

You saw the fear out there, the paranoia.

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

The wine merchant Ernest Defarge.

His shop is in San Antoine.

- We can start there. - No, that'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. - I'm not asking.

Those are my terms.

I go alone or I don't go.

Busy night, monsieur?

Thank you for the, um...

...for the bottle.

You're English.

Do I know you?

We share an acquaintance.

Lucie.

Manette.

No.

You are mistaken.

We can have this conversation inside,

if you'd like, with your wife.

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

Lucie, she's...

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.

Well, 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.

And 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 there, um...

There may be a way.

Ernest?

You should not have come back to Paris,

Mademoiselle Lucie.

Will you take me to him?

I beg you...

do not ask that.

If it were discovered that you are his wife...

For the love you bear me and my father,

for the-- 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.

Charles's cell mate.

Théophile.

The man he came to save?

He died this morning.

There's more.

I was able to speak a few words with Charles.

And?

The letter from Théophile...

it wasn't him.

Charles is to be brought to trial.

- You said yourself that-- - Tomorrow.

But they can't.

And we still don't know the charges.

But-- well, how can he prepare a defense, call witnesses?

The letter to Charles,

asking him to come to Paris, it...

...it was forged.

You knew.

Suspected.

You have no idea who could have sent it to him?

None. Nobody outside my family knows

he was born an Evrémonde.

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.

I 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 and 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?

I believe so.

Will you do that?

Will you call?

Charles.

Papa.

Moi...

- Lucie... - No. No.

There must be something.

A way to appeal a reprieve.

It was Thérèse who sent the forged letter to Charles.

She planned this. All of it.

She knew he would never leave Théophile to die.

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 an Evrémonde...

...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.

Yes, but if we'd known, he would never...

...I would have stopped him.

I am sorry.

I am so sorry.

We must get them out of Paris.

Charles will be executed at noon tomorrow.

You saw the bloodlust in the courtroom today.

Who knows who they'll come after next.

Lucie will never leave Charles behind.

Then we'll persuade her.

Can he not be saved?

There will be no reprieve.

Does your...

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

Your younger days, do they seem very long ago?

I feel...

I am traveling 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.

The truth is...

...we both love the same woman.

You could never have saved me from myself.

You can't save Charles now.

What do I do?

Leave Paris.

Tomorrow at noon.

Thérèse and the others will be watching the executions.

It's the only sure chance we'll have

to get you and Alexandre 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.

Who 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... know.

You should rest.

Eat something.

No, I have no appetite.

My mother would drink a pint

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.

I 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 did see that.

I still do.

A life you love.

I'll make the arrangements.

We leave at noon sharp.

Thank you.

For what?

Giving me something I never had.

Hope.

That I might be a better man.

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.

Lucie?

Ready the carriage. I know where he'll be.

Lucie, we can't...

Papa?

Papa!

Papa.

Come on.

You need to get away from us.

No.

Please.

Please.

Don't do this.

Please.

Lucie?

Lucie.

- We have to go. Come on. - No, no.

Hester, quickly.

Ten minutes.

Sydney?

The last person in the world you hoped to share

your final moments with.

Are you a...

...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 posturing.

- 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.

You think 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's carrying.

What?

She...

A child?

You see...

you cannot refuse...

any more than I can.

Live a long life.

Grow old and fat.

And ugly, for the love of God.

Love her for both of us.

He's here.

Go.

We're going home, Papa.

- Home. - Hurry. Hurry.

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

You saved us.

You saved my life.

Uh, Sydney.

Have you seen Sydney?

No.

Did you know?

Yes.

Is it true?

Yeah.

"A life you love."

Do not hesitate.

Do not turn back.

I do it gladly.

For the first time in years, I'm 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

than I have ever done.

It is a far, far better rest that I go to...

...than I have ever known.