A Tale of Two Cities Page #2

my wife.

Well, Jacques, do you see the way

the spilt wine is being sucked up?

Every drop.

Not often those poor beasts

know the taste of wine...

...or of anything

but black bread and death.

It is so throughout all France.

Has he seen our tenant upstairs?

Not yet, but I'll show him.

Eighteen years imprisoned in the Bastille.

Wait till you see him.

The sight will burn into the souls

of all of the name of Jacques.

Strangers. The rose.

Madame De Farge?

Recalled to life.

Yes, yes. We have some

very fine old wine upstairs.

My husband will show you.

Come.

You were too young to remember me.

I was his servant.

Where...? Where is he?

Is he greatly changed?

Changed, mademoiselle.

Changed.

You lock him in? Why?

He's lived so long that way,

that an open door would...

Is it possible?

All things are possible in France today...

...just as all things

will be possible later.

Don't come in to him yet.

Let us go first.

Still hard at work?

Yes, I... I'm working.

These shoes must be done.

You have a visitor, you see.

A visitor.

Show your work to monsieur.

It is a lady's shoe.

It is a young lady's walking shoe.

It is in the present mode.

I never saw the mode.

I did it from a drawing.

Dr. Manette, do you remember me?

Come, come, now. Do you remember

an old friend in Tellson's Bank in London?

No.

No.

Who are you?

Who are you?

It is the same...

...but how can it be?

It is the same...

...but she is dead.

Yes.

My mother is dead, but I am...

Can't you feel who I am?

She had laid her head on my shoulder...

...and when I was brought

to the North Tower...

...they found hair like this...

...on my sleeve.

How was this?

Was it you?

I'm Lucie, her daughter.

Your daughter.

Do you think he's fit

to make a journey to England?

Get him out of France for his sake, and for

the sake of the Jacquerie who rescued him.

- What is this Jacquerie?

- One day you will know.

All France will know.

You're coming with me, Father.

Wait.

Wait.

Where is the place?

The brick was here by the bench.

It's gone.

- What's he looking for?

- Something he wrote in the Bastille.

And it was left in his cell?

No, we found it.

A reminder of such horror,

it's better he should never see it again.

Father, dear, we shall find it.

You're coming with me now. Home.

Home.

No one saw a coach leave here,

you understand?

Eighteen years in a cell without a trial...

...because an aristocrat chose

to brush the good doctor from his path.

Too bad we don't know

which aristo it was.

But I do know.

I have cause to remember.

His outrages against my own family

would never let me forget.

Then you have his name on your register?

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