A Tale of Two Cities Page #4

Ernest Defarge.

My name is Mr Lorry.

This is Miss Manette.

Miss Lucie.

My wife.

You'll have forgotten me, I think.

Follow me closely.

I'm afraid of it.

Of "it"? What?

Of him.

Of my father.

Good day.

Still hard at work, I see.

Yes, sir. I'm working.

We have a visitor today

Show Monsieur that

shoe you are working at.

Take it, Monsieur.

Now, tell Monsieur

what kind of shoe it is,

and the maker's name.

It's a lady's shoe.

And the maker's name?

105 North Tower.

Is that all the name you have?

105 North Tower.

Monsieur Manette,

do you remember nothing of me?

Do you remember nothing of this man?

Look at him.

Look at me

Is there nothing rising in your mind?

You recognised him, Monsieur?

Yes. Just for a moment. I thought at first

it was hopeless, but just for a moment...

Back

What is this?

You're the jailer's daughter?

Who are you?

Oh, my dear. Soon you

shall know my name.

All you need to understand now

is that your agony is over.

I have come to take you away.

Away from France

to peace...

.. and rest.

Good gentlemen,

he understands.

Thank God.

Good morning. Is Miss Lucie at home?

No, she's out walking with her father.

- How is Dr Manette?

- Progressing. How else with such a daughter?

- He even talks of starting up in practice again.

- She's very devoted.

Well, you'd better come in.

Miss Pross,

I have come here to ask certain

questions of you, as well as Miss Lucie.

- Of me?

- Do you recall a certain gentleman

who talked with Miss Lucie in the Dover

Mail when you brought her to meet me?

What if I do? He was respectable enough.

Quite. I agree.

He happens to be a client of mine.

- Mr Darnay?

- Charles Darnay.

Now, do you also recall

another passenger in the coach?

Another foreigner?

A man named Barsad?

There was an evil-looking ruffian

who never opened his ugly mouth.

- Seated beside Mr Darnay?

- Yes, he was.

Good. That is the evidence we want.

What's all this about?

I'm afraid, Miss Pross, my client

finds himself in grave trouble.

He appears to be the victim of a pernicious

plot engineered, I am sure, by this man Barsad.

What do you want?

There's a Monsieur

Barsad here to see you.

Ah. Send him in.

- Oh, Father, I hate him.

- I know, child. I know.

But as long as they have these rights,

you know what it means to resist.

If only Monsieur

Charles would come back.

And he's already in prison?

Newgate. Awaiting his trial.

Eating and sleeping with

the scum of the streets.

Excellent. A nobleman

condemned to live with cattle.

My cousin would at last begin to appreciate

the benefits of our own good French system.

Ah, my dear friend.

Miss Lucie.

And Dr Manette.

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