A Tale of Two Cities

Get up!

Go on!

Get up! Get up!

Get up!

Get up! Get up!

- Shall we have 'em out, Tom?

- Yeah.

I'm obliged to ask you to

lighten the load up the hill.

I think you'll have some slight

difficulty in... waking my companion.

Sir? Sir!

Wake up, if you'd be so kind, sir.

No breakfast for me.

I never take breakfast.

Breakfast? We're a long

way from Dover yet, sir.

Then what the devil's happening?

We are mud-bound, sir, and have

been asked to lighten the load.

Ah.

Then it shall be lightened.

A little help for hard-working horses

is a worthy cause to one who

detests work as much as I do.

Indeed, sir. For a man

of business like myself,

it would be a matter

of serious disability.

Er, no. I thank you.

Ho! Away!

- You, I presume, are not a man of business.

- Business? Lord love you, no, sir.

Nothing nearly so respectable.

But you need have no cause for alarm.

- If I were the robber you now suspect...

- No, no.

.. is it likely that I should be

travelling unattended to the assizes?

Ah! The assizes. You

are a lion of the law?

A lion? You flatter me, sir.

I'm a jackal rendering service to a far

better-fed lion than I shall ever become.

When one is born without energy...

Whoa there!

- What do you say?

- It's an 'orse coming up at a canter.

I say 'orse coming up at a gallop, Tom.

Gentlemen, in the

King's name. Both of you.

It will be useless, I fear, to

assure you this is no partner of mine.

Whoa there!

You! Stand or I shall fire

Is that the Dover Mail?

Why do you want to know?

Have you got a passenger -

Mr Jarvis Lorry?

No. Carton. Sydney Carton is my name.

I am Jarvis Lorry. Who wants me?

It's Jerry, master. Jerry Cruncher.

I've got an urgent despatch

for you from T and Company.

I know this messenger well,

guard. There's nothing to fear.

I belong to Tellson's Bank in London.

I'm going to Paris on business.

- Wait. A crown for a drink.

- Hello, you!

- Yes?

- Come on at footpace.

If you're wearing a pistol don't

let me see your hand go near it

Whoa.

Here, there, master.

Wait at Dover for Mam'selle.

Huh!

Recalled to life.

Beg pardon, sir?

That will serve for my answer.

- Recalled to life.

- It's a blazin' strange answer.

Take back that message. They will know I

received this as well as if I wrote myself.

Good night, Jerry.

Good night, sir.

Recalled to life.

Come on.

That was indeed a

blazing strange answer.

Whoa! Away there!

Go on! Get up!

Morning, sir.

Morning.

I want a bedroom and a barber.

- Yes, Mr Lorry.

- If you please.

I wish accommodation to be

prepared also for a young lady.

- A Miss Manette.

- Yes Mr Lorry

She will be arriving

by the evening Mail.

I'll have rooms prepared.

And for you, sir?

- Nothing at all, apart from a bowl of punch.

- No bed, sir?

I seldom keep awake long

enough to reach my bed.

Nor, alas, can I look forward to the

pleasure of being joined by a young lady.

You are travelling home

to France, Miss Manette?

- I'm going to Paris.

- Oh.

But England has long been my home.

You know this country well?

I used to come here

often before the war.

It's a pleasure to be

able to travel freely again

I fear this is my destination.

Oh.

How very rude.

May I hope we shall meet again?

- Perhaps on the packet ship tomorrow.

- Get up there

It would be a pleasure to me, Mr Darnay.

There goes an evil-minded

blackguard, if ever I saw one.

Who? Mr Darnay?

Oh, I thought he was a

most agreeable gentleman.

No, not your Mr Darnay. The other one.

I might have known you'd

have eyes for nobody else.

Ah!

There you are, Sydney.

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