We of the younger generation of Tellson's Bank...
...have been studying the French situation closely.
- And we have come to the conclusion... - Oh, Miss Pross...
...may I congratulate you on the dinner.
I know I express the sentiments of all when I say that the roast tonight...
Is not up to your usual standard.
I suppose it not as good as the taverns you are used to.
From what I hear, none of you are strangers to taverns.
Mr. Carton, the infant has expressed a desire to say good night to you.
The infant's desire shall be gratified immediately, Prossie.
I suppose it's none of my business...
...but I wouldn't allow that fellow to handle a child of mine.
As to that, you haven't got one.
And by the looks of you, you're not likely to have one. Excuse me, gentlemen.
She wanted so badly to say good night to you, but she fell asleep.
You're her favorite, Sydney.
And she's mine.
She accepts me without criticism.
Never asks me where I've been or what I've been doing.
Doesn't even object to my drinking.
The perfect friend.
You know, Sydney, sometimes it's the part of a friend to criticize too.
Well, when there's any hope of reformation, yes. But with me it's hopeless.
I don't believe it. I refuse to believe it.
Oh, I admit that once when...
When I first knew you, the sight of you and your home...
...stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me.
I had unformed ideas of striving afresh...
...beginning anew, fighting out the abandoned fight.
A dream that ended in nothing, but you inspired it.
Must it end in nothing?
I'm afraid so.
But for that inspiration and for that dream...
...I shall always be grateful to you, Lucie.
I feel in you still such possibilities.
No, they'll never be realized.
I am like one who died young.
I'll never give up my hopes for you, Sydney. Never.
I know myself better.
But this I know too:
I would embrace any sacrifice for you...
...and for those dear to you.
Will you hold me in your mind as being ardent and sincere in this one thing?
Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life...
...to keep a life you love beside you.
Thank you, Sydney.
God grant it may never be necessary.
Look at the crowd rushing to escape the storm.
Listen to the echoes.
You know...
...sometimes I've sat here of an evening until...
Until I've made the echoes out to be the echoes...
...of all the footsteps that are coming by and by into my father's life and mine.
- Meat. - Yes, meat.
- Stop it. - Stop it.
Why do you endure it?
Why do you have to endure it?
Why?
Careful.
- Aristos. - Children of aristos.
- Evremonde's lackey. - Living on the blood of peasants.
It's not true.
I've always fought for the people.
I taught Charles Darnay to love the people. Ask him.
- Then why isn't he here? - Why isn't he here to testify for you?
Citizen Gabelle...
...we know Citizen Darnay's views, that he's a friend of the people.
- His word could save you. - But he's in England.
Why doesn't he return to testify for you?
Lf, as you say, you have taught him the views he holds...
...he should be willing to do that for you.
Write him.
His answer will be the test.
He will come.
I'm sure he will.
Pen. Paper.
Thank you, Citizen Gabelle.
Thanks for giving us an aristocrat.
His last will and testament.
I congratulate you on your ruse, citizens...
...but I beg of you, I implore you...
...no matter what you do to me, spare Charles Darnay.
He is your friend.
The revolution will need friends.
Remember a child that was killed by the coach of your master...
...the Marquis Evremonde?
Why, yes.
Was that your child?
- My child. - Oh, that was a dreadful thing, citizen.
Do you see this hand? This is the hand that struck your master down.
- Well, you can't blame me. - You lived with him. You're his friend.
I see.
I'll not plead for justice for myself...
...but I implore you not to send that letter.
Charles Darnay is your friend.
He feels your sufferings.
He will feel them better and so will you.
Hurry up, you. Come on here with that there mail.
What's been keeping you?
What's all the row, Father? Lots of foreigners about today.
Frenchies over here to save their heads and skins.
From what I hear, France would be a fine place just now for a resurrectionist.
You're developing too fast, me lad.
And stay off my stool.
So we landed here without a silver...
- Letter for you, Mr. Darnay. - Thank you, Jerry.
Where do I arrange for a loan?
Understand, I want this loan on the house in the Rue St. Germain.
Everything will be attended to, but it takes time.
- You can't hurry this house. - I demand immediate action.
My dear sir, young Mr. Tellson will see you, but you'll have to wait.
- I want to see old Mr. Tellson. - No, no, no.
Mr. Tellson Sr. Hasn't seen anyone in 15 years.
But here comes Mr. Tellson Jr.
Mr. Tellson, sir. Aren't you going to pay any attention to my loan?
Indubitably.
- Good morning. - Good morning, sir.
If you advise the bank to loan money to these aristocrats...
...you'll ruin Tellson's. - This is the best opportunity...
...for business in years.
These people are so anxious to get loans, they'll put up twice the value for security.
Seems twice the value to you, but it's no security at all.
This business in France is a real revolution.
These people are putting up securities they won't own.
I was thinking along those same lines myself.
- Well, Darnay. - Hello, Carton.
- Lucie still in the country? - Yes, yes.
You seem upset. Is everything all right?
Yes, of course.
Mr. Stryver, you see we are besieged for loans.
Our Mr. Lorry is in Paris reviewing the situation.
Advices are delayed.
Shall we advance any money at all, Mr. Stryver?
I shouldn't.
This is a real revolution in France, Mr. Tellson...
...and these securities, in my opinion, are no securities at all.
- Don't you think so, Carton? - Indubitably.
Well, Mr. Carton, even though you do agree with Mr. Stryver...
...I shall still risk his judgment.
Good day, sir.
- Jerry. - Yes, sir?
- When does the coach leave for Dover? - In half an hour, from the Golden Cross Inn.
- Does it meet the packet for France? - Yes.
- Reserve space for me immediately, will you? - Yes, sir.
"I know you will understand my obligation to my old tutor.
His life is at stake and I cannot deny his appeal."
Isn't that just like Charles...
...to drop everything and go to the aid of...
Father, what is it? What's the matter?
I should have told you before, perhaps, Lucie.
- What? - About Charles.
He is an Evremonde, nephew of the notorious Marquis St. Evremonde.
The man who...? Father, the same man who...?
Yes, it was Charles' uncle who had me imprisoned in the Bastille.
Why didn't you tell me?
That is all past. It is the present that troubles me.
- Charles' danger. - Danger?
I heard only today that they've passed a new law in France...
...that the lives of all aristocrats who return to France...
...are forfeit to the revolution.
What are we going to do?
- We must follow him. - Yes. Yes, of course we must.
Miss Pross.
- Father, I'm frightened. - Yes, madame?
- Send Miss Pross to me. - Yes, madame.
You needn't be frightened.
As a victim of the aristocrats, I shall be welcome in France.
Yes. Yes, of course you will be.
How strange that I, who suffered by an Evremonde...
...must go to save an Evremonde.
Come, Father.
Charles Darnay?
Pass, Evremonde.
- Take Evremonde to La Force Prison. - Take him away.
Wait. Prison? Under what law? For what offense?
We have new laws, Evremonde, and new offenses since you were here.
But isn't there...? Will you...?
Will you permit me to communicate with Mr. Lorry of Tellson's Bank...
...who is now in Paris?
I will do nothing for you.
Take him away.
- Can he see us, Father? - I'm sure he can.
You may kiss your hand towards that highest row of windows up there.
I do so, and I send my soul with it.
Goodbye, my dear. I must go now and try to arrange for Charles' trial.
If he sees us, why doesn't he come down?
He will, darling...
...if we wait long enough.
Mummy, something white up there.
Yes, darling, he sees us. Wave.
Former Count D'Etournelle, anything to say in your defense?
Nothing I could say would make any impression on you.
I prefer the dignity of silence.
He prefers the dignity of silence.
Vote, jury.
- Guilty. - Guilty. Guilty.
Death within 48 hours.
Buy a guillotine? Guillotine? Buy a guillotine?
- What is your profession? - I am a seamstress, citizen.
You are accused of consorting openly with Pierre Cot...
...who spoke slightingly of the revolution.
He was my friend, citizen. I grew up with him in the country.
You shouldn't have such friends, citizeness.
Vote, jury.
- Guilty. - Guilty.
Death within 48 hours.
The Marquis St. Evremonde, called Darnay...
...suspected as an enemy of the republic.
Let him have the guillotine.
You're accused under the decree which forbids...
...the return of all aristocrat emigrants under pain of death.
I am not an emigrant in that sense of the word.
- Why not? - I relinquished my title...
...before the revolution began.
For what reason?
I felt I would rather live on my own industry in England...
...than on the already overburdened people of France.
A lot he cares about that.
Then why did you come back to France?
I came to save a friend of the people, who was unjustly accused.
I hope that is not criminal in the eyes of the republic.
No. No. No.
And the name of that citizen?
Citizen Gabelle.
- Is he here? - I don't know.
Citizen Gabelle!
Citizen Gabelle.
He's not here.
- Well, why is he not here? - L... I don't know.
Did you hear that, jury?
The man he came to save isn't here, and he doesn't know why he's not here.
Have you any other proof of equal value?
Dr. Manette will speak for me.
I'm sure he'll be able to influence them.
Dr. Manette, we all know you as one of the sufferers under the old regime.
What do you know of this prisoner?
You all know of my long imprisonment...
...how I was released by the aid of my good friends, the De Farges.
Citizens, I know the prisoner well.
The last few years, we became very close friends.
I know where his sympathies are...
...they are with you, the people, they always were.
He is a true citizen of the republic.
- Words are easy. - What better proof can I give you...
...than when he asked for my only daughter's hand in marriage...
...I gave my consent gladly.
Bad judgment.
- He wants to spy on you. - No doubt about that.
Citizens, for 18 years...
...I suffered unspeakable tortures in the Bastille.
Could I have given my only daughter...
...to a man whose sympathies are with those who tortured me?
No. No. No.
There is very little left for me in this life, citizens...
...only my daughter's happiness...
...which is now in the hands of the prisoner.
I have suffered enough from my enemies.
From you, who are my friends, to whom I owe my liberty...
...may I not ask a final blessing?
May I not ask the liberty to enjoy what is left in peace?
Free.
- Not guilty! - Not guilty!
- Stop. - Silence.
Citizeness, you're out of order.
- I defy the bell. - What?
I accuse the man, Evremonde, one of the family of tyrants...
...who used their privileges for the oppression of the people.
- Your witnesses? - Three.
- Ernest De Farge, Therese De Farge... - Yes? Yes?
...and Dr. Manette.
I protest, it is a lie. Who dares to say that I denounce this man?
I do, that you denounce him in words that can never be taken back.
Look, citizens...
...the record of Dr. Manette's sufferings in the Bastille and the cause of them.
- I make no accusations. - How can you say that...
...when it is there in black and white? Let me read it. Look.
"For all that the Evremondes made me suffer...
...for all that they have made the people suffer...
...l, Alexandre Manette, do, on this last night of the year...
...and in my unbearable agony, denounce the family of Evremonde...
...them and their descendants, to the last of their race."
- When was that written? - This was written in prison...
...by Dr. Manette himself, in scrapings of soot and charcoal...
...mixed with his own blood.
Cut his head off.
Dr. Manette has told you that he spent 18 years...
...in solitary confinement in the Bastille.
This letter tells you why.
It tells how, as a young doctor, he was summoned to the bedside of a dying girl...
...dying because she'd been outraged by the Evremondes.
It tells how her young brother was cut down...
...for daring to come to the defense of his sister.
It describes the agonies of those two innocent, young people.
That boy is dead. That girl is dead.
All that peasant family but one...
...died through the cruelty and oppression of the Evremondes.
All but one, a sister.
That sister was hidden from them and she lives.
She lives today.
I am that sister!
And I demand the life of the last of the Evremondes! I demand it!
- But this boy had nothing to do with that. - Citizens! Vote.
Guilty. Guilty.
Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.
Guilty.
The accused is found guilty of being an enemy of the republic.
Citizen president, the citizens of the republic...
...demand the death of the prisoner.
Granted. Death within 48 hours.
Charles! Charles!
Now, my good doctor, save him if you can.
Oh, merciful Creator, have pity on thy servant Charles.
He came here to save a life...
...save his.
"Louis Bach, merchant of Metz." Pass.
"Maria Fontanni, singer."
Singer.
Pass.
"Sydney Carton, English advocate." Pass.
Right. Pass.
But it's incredible that the De Farges should have turned against Manette like that.
He regarded them as his best friends in Paris.
Every revolution breeds fanatics like Madame De Farge...
...but how anyone could be cruel to Lucie I cannot understand.
Tell me, how is she?
How do you imagine she is with her husband condemned to die?
Why do you take up my time asking these questions?
What...? What good are these questions?
Forgive me if I notice you are affected.
I shouldn't respect your sorrow more if you were my own father.
From that misfortune, however, you are free.
Indeed, that is one thing to be grateful for, I suppose.
When is the...? The execution to take place?
Within 24 hours.
You're remaining long in Paris?
No, I've done all the good I can do here.
You're going to Lucie's, I hope.
She must be very desolate tonight.
And she has such a strong attachment to you and reliance on you.
I'll be going directly.
I shall venture to go and see her later.
Perhaps there is something she would like me to do for her.
There's nothing for you to do that I can see.
I shall let her tell me so.
Perhaps we shall meet at Lucie's then.
Perhaps.
Hello, Mr. Carton. How are you?
Hello, Jerry.
Better than the stool I had in London, eh, Mr. Carton?
Belonged to a duke, they say. I paid two shillings for it.
- What are you doing here? - I arrived with documents for Mr. Lorry.
So I'm going to stay here and do his errands like I did at home.
I suppose you heard about Mr. Darnay?
- Yes. - Very sad.
You know, that couldn't happen in England, Mr. Carton.
The other day, I was talking about this case...
...with an old friend of yours, Mr. Barsad.
- Is he here in Paris? - Is he here? And very important.
He goes in and out of prisons as if he was high and mighty.
- He goes in any place. - He does, does he?
If you ask me, I think he's a sort of official...
...a spy of the prisons.
And he's very prosperous, is Barsad.
Whatever you say about him, he's talented.
Put him anywhere, he'll get along.
You say a spy on prisons, what prison, for example?
- Mostly La Force Prison. - La Force.
That information may be useful.
- Good, sir. - All right, Jerry.
Glad to see you sitting on the last throne left in Paris.
- Very fitting. - Thank you, sir.
I implore you to have pity on me. You have such power.
It is still not too late for you to help me.
As a wife and mother, I appeal to you.
We are wives and mothers, and did they think of us?
All our lives we suffered, and our children suffered...
...poverty and nakedness, hunger, sickness, death.
No one showed us mercy.
Why should the troubles of one wife and mother mean anything to us now?
But I am not an aristocrat.
I'm the daughter of a country doctor.
- I'm one of the people, just as you are. - I don't trust those members...
...of the people who marry aristocrats.
I see that I can hope for nothing from you.
You have no pity, no pity.
No, citizeness, none.
I'll thank you to leave the child alone.
And what's more, don't grin at me, boldface.
Yes, there are still Evremondes.
Here, Ladybird, drink this.
No.
Sydney, there is still hope, isn't there?
- You think so, don't you? - Of course there's hope.
But Father's been gone for hours.
It might take a long time to see a man so important as Danton.
- He would be able to see him, wouldn't he? - Sure.
Your father's reputation would affect that easily.
And Danton could save him if he wanted to, couldn't he?
Yes, Danton could save him.
Where did you get this, Lucie?
A nice old lady gave it to me at the wine shop.
What wine shop is the child talking about?
The D... The Defarge's. We went there to...
You mean to say that the De Farges saw the child?
Merciful heaven.
What is it? Why are you whispering?
Father.
Have you...? Have you seen him?
Have you seen Danton?
What...?
What name did you say?
Dan...
My work...
What have you done with my work?
My bench, tools, thread.
- Haven't you any thread? - Father...
...have you seen him? You left to see Danton.
How can I make my shoes if you don't give me any thread?
Father. Don't you know me?
Charles. You left to save Charles.
It's no use, my dear. He doesn't understand you.
I'll take him to his room.
Not just now.
Say it.
Why not say it?
There's no hope now.
Where is Father? Didn't you say he was going to bring back Father?
He's been delayed. He'll be here soon.
I want my father.
Come with Pross. Come, come.
I want my father.
It's going to seem such a long time, Sydney.
Afterwards...
If only I could see him.
Just once.
I can't even do that.
Lucie, your father's calling for you.
Is there nothing we can do?
I think... I know I can get to see Charles once.
You can? How?
Oh, I know of a man.
A way we drinking fellows have, we always know of a man.
I spent the afternoon with him.
But what earthly good would it do if you did see him?
You have your permit to leave Paris?
Yes.
And Lucie and the doctor, Miss Pross and Jerry, they have theirs.
Oh, you'd have to move fast.
But why? These passes are valid for any time.
- Until canceled. - Canceled?
From what you've told of Madame De Farge...
...the permits will be canceled. - But the doctor, Lucie, they're in no danger.
They are in great danger.
The doctor is suspected. His behavior at the trial.
It's death for anyone to sympathize with the condemned.
And to that tiger, Madame De Farge, even the child...
Little Lucie? It's unthinkable.
Look. Take the doctor's permit...
...and the others.
And here's mine.
Keep it for me until tomorrow.
- I don't understand. - Do as I ask.
Take the word of a drinking man for once.
What do you want me to do?
At 8:00 tomorrow...
...have your horses ready.
Start definitely at 8.
If Lucie hesitates, you must force her. Tell her that it's Darnay's wish...
...that she leave Paris before the execution.
Do I wait for you?
Wait for nothing but to have my place occupied.
And then for England.
You don't wish to tell me anything more?
Carton...
...if I've misunderstood you before, believe me, I regret it.
You never misunderstood me, sir. You were right.
Yours is a long life to look back on, Mr. Lorry.
I'm 78.
Long life. Useful one.
Solitary bachelor. Nobody will weep for me.
Wouldn't she weep for you?
Yes, thank God. I didn't quite mean what I said.
It is a thing to thank God for, isn't it?
Tell me, if you looked back on that long life...
...and saw that you had gained neither love...
...gratitude nor respect of any human being...
...it would be a bitter reflection, wouldn't it?
Why, yes, surely.
Would you mind if I borrowed that coat?
Certainly not.
Don't let anything she may say change your plans.
I hope to do my part faithfully.
And I hope to do mine.
- Good night, Louis. - Good night.
Sleep well. Pleasant dreams.
Hey there.
You work late, Mr. Barsad.
Now, Mr. Carton, what is it you want, sir?
You know what I want.
Mr. Carton, I told you this afternoon that it can't be done.
No one's ever escaped from one of them prisons.
- It can't be done. - Yes, yes. I believe that...
...but there is something that can be done.
You can get me an interview with the prisoner.
One interview is all I want.
And what good will that do you?
You leave that to me. I'll tell you that presently.
Well, Mr. Carton, you know I don't like getting mixed up in things.
You can't trust these foreigners.
They'll cut your head off quicker than you can say Jack Robinson.
How long do you think your head would stay on your shoulders...
...if I told the Committee of Public Safety you were a spy...
...of the Marquis St. Evremonde?
Don't say that.
I won't...
...provided you do what I tell you now.
I'll... I'll do as you say, Mr. Carton...
...but remember now, we can't trust nobody.
Very well. Now...
Oh, Citizen Barsad.
Citizen Victor.
The... The Evremonde cell, which is it?
Third on the left.
- Ten minutes, no more. - Right.
Wait.
Carton. Of all people on earth...
You least expected to see me.
- What are you doing? - I bring a request from Lucie.
She begs you to do exactly as I say.
Yes, but... Carton, I don't know what you have in mind, but it's useless...
...to attempt any form of escape. It will involve all of you.
I have a plan that won't. Now, write what I dictate. Hurry.
- What's the plan? - No, no, write, quickly. You will remember...
...the words...
...that passed between us...
...on a certain occasion.
- What occasion? - Never mind. Write.
I am grateful...
...the time has come...
...when I can prove them.
That I do so...
...is no subject...
...for regret or grief.
- What's that? - Nothing.
Something queer, queer smelling.
- No, take the pen and finish. Hurry. - L...
- I'm faint. - No. Quick, write.
I said that if ever...
...I could do anything...
...for you...
...or those dear to you...
Carton...
Citizen Victor. Twenty-one, eh?
Looks like that sharp female, La Guillotine...
...is going to have a very busy day tomorrow.
- Tell me, what's Evremonde's number? - Evremonde is 23.
Twenty-three.
Tell me, Citizen Victor...
...what time do you take them to the room for the last call?
Early in the morning. Aristos have a good time in there.
They play cards, have mock trials.
- It's just like a club. - Club?
That's a club that I don't wanna join.
Barsad.
It looks like my friend is ready.
Here, Citizen Victor, hop it and buy yourself a bottle of cognac.
I'm afraid we're not going to pull this through, Mr. Carton.
Do as you're told, and we will.
There's got to be a number 23 here in the morning.
There will be. Now help me.
Mr. Carton, you couldn't pay me to do what you're doing, sir.
I dare say you've got your price for even this.
Oh, no, not me, Mr. Carton.
Now remember, you must get him to Mr. Lorry's by 8:00.
Very good, I will.
Wait.
Now help me to get him to his feet.
All right, call your friend.
Victor. Victor, come on. Give us a hand here.
- What's this? - He's fainted.
- Take hold of his shoulders. - I noticed he staggered a bit as he came in.
Yes. When he saw Evremonde had drawn a prize...
...in the lottery of St. Guillotine, it bowled him over.
Well, let's get him out.
- Mr. Cruncher. Mr. Cruncher. - Aye.
Come up and help carry Mr. Darnay down. Hurry.
Hurrying, Miss Pross. Hurrying.
Today, citizeness, your years of waiting end...
...when Master Evremonde spits in the sack, eh?
It is not the end. He is not the last of the Evremondes.
The wife must follow the husband.
The child must follow the father.
I'll go to them now. They'll be frantic.
They'll denounce the justice of the republic and then...
And then:
Take this.
Have it ready for me at my usual seat by the guillotine this afternoon.
You can stop wind and fire, but not her.
And don't let anything delay you, Miss Pross.
I pray he gets my Ladybird and her family out of France.
- Mr. Cruncher, don't dally. - Don't beat the willing horse, Miss Pross.
If I ever get out of this here crisis alive...
...l'll make a vow I'll never stop me old woman from flopping.
- She can even meditate when convenient. - I am not interested in your family situation.
I must go fetch the other two small bags from the house.
Citizen doctor.
- Oh, no, you don't. - Let me pass.
Never. I know what you want. I know what you're after.
I thank heaven I'm put here to stop you, for stop you I will.
- In the name of the republic, l... - In the name of no one, you evil woman.
You've killed many innocent people. No doubt you'll kill many more.
But my Ladybird you shall never touch again.
No? Do you know who I am?
You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer...
...yet you shall not get the better of me.
I'm an Englishwoman. I'm your match.
Pig, get out of my way or I'll break you in pieces.
Break away then. I don't care an English tuppence for myself...
...and I know that the longer I keep you here...
...the greater hope there is for my Ladybird.
You're sick. I'll give you your just dessert.
God save the king.
English pig.
"Citizen doctor, Lucille Manette and child, Sydney Carton, advocate."
Seems overcome. "Mr. Lorry, banker." All in order. You may go.
Pleasant journey.
Citizen Evremonde.
Come with me.
- Evremonde, 23. - Evremonde, 23.
Citizen Evremonde, do you remember me?
I was condemned the same day you were.
They accuse me of plotting.
But is it likely?
Who would think of plotting with a poor little seamstress?
I have nobody in all Paris.
No friends even.
Can you help me, Citizen Evremonde?
Can you explain to me how the republic can profit by my?
My death?
I don't understand. I don't understand.
My poor child.
It isn't understanding we need now, it's courage.
Oh, you're not...
You're going to die in his place. Why?
He is my friend.
You're so brave, and...
When we go to the guillotine, will you let me hold your hand?
That might give me courage too.
Yes. I'll hold it to the last.
To the last.
"One, the Vicomte de Maillet."
"Two, Monsieur Rochefoucault."
"Three, the Vicomte de Bovez."
But l... I don't want to die. Why must I die?
Come, man, assume an air. Don't let the rabble see us like this.
You're right. You must forgive me.
Oh, my dear. My dear, we must be brave, as your father would have wanted.
"Thirteen, the Duchesse de Richelieu."
And forgive them their outrages, even though they fail to forgive ours.
"Twenty-two, Mademoiselle Fontaine, the seamstress."
"Twenty-three, the Marquis St. Evremonde."
Twenty-three. Twenty-two. Hurry.
Steady.
I'm not afraid now.
But I have a sister in the south, and she knows nothing of this.
Wouldn't they let you write to her?
I never learned how to write.
Well, perhaps that's a blessing. Isn't it better that she doesn't know?
I love her so.
- Will it seem long to me to wait for her? - No.
No, there's no time there.
And no trouble.
The guillotine, Evremonde, the guillotine.
- Don't, citizen, don't. - Why?
He's going to pay the forfeit.
In just a few minutes, it'll be paid.
Let him be at peace.
Therese.
Therese De Farge, where is she? She's not here.
- And they're up to 17. - And Evremonde will be up soon too.
- His number's 23. - Yeah.
- She never missed before. - She'll not miss it. This is her day.
Therese.
I dropped a stitch.
Cursed aristocrats.
Keep your eyes on me. Mind nothing else.
I can bear it, so long as I am near you.
But when I go, will they be quick?
They will be.
You're not afraid.
The others are only pretending, but you...
It's almost as if you welcomed it.
Perhaps I do.
Perhaps in death I receive something I never had in life.
I hold a sanctuary in the hearts of those I care for.
Twenty-two.
Goodbye.
God bless you.
Twenty-three.
It's a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done.
It's a far, far better rest I go to...
... than I have ever known.