Original subtitles

[soft music playing]

LUCIE: I was eight years old when I watched my father die.

But now this stranger brings a message from Paris.

Recalled to life.

No.

Charles Darnay, I arrest you in the name of the King.

Ask them what he's being charged with.

WATCHMAN: Treason, Miss. He's a French spy.

You understand what you'd be risking defending this man?

How do you know he's innocent if the charges against him?

-How can you be sure? -LUCIE: I can't.

But he's all I have.

And do exactly as I do.

-The man to the left. -I'm afraid not, Mr. Barsad.

LUCIE: You did a good man a great service.

I didn't do it for him.

[glass breaking]

You do not care for me, Mr. Carton,

though I cannot say why.

-[screams] Juliette! -[horse galloping]

JULIETTE: [screams]

CHARLES: France may not be as you remember it.

No more waiting.

Whatever happened to my father, I have to know.

[instrumental music playing]

[horse trotting]

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[bell tolling]

[woman praying]

[in French]

[indistinct chatter]

Mademoiselle Lucie?

[chuckles]

[in English] You're Matilda's daughter.

Every inch.

You knew my mother.

The kindest of mistresses.

Ernest?

[gasps]

[sighs]

ERNEST: Your father,

he is here.

[indistinct chatter]

[in French]

[in English] This is my wife.

[in French]

Where's my father?

[footsteps]

The night you escaped Paris.

I wish I could have done more.

LUCIE: What happened to you?

ERNEST: I was beaten.

After I looked for you, but, er...

It was too late.

You and your father were gone.

I would like to see him alone.

The door on the right.

You lock him in?

The change he has suffered.

After all these years, locked in La Bastille.

You will understand

[tense music playing]

[inhales]

[door opens]

[shudders]

[soft music playing]

Papa.

It's me.

It's Lucie.

Your daughter.

I've come to take you home.

ALEXANDRE: No.

My home is here

at La Bastille.

[in French]

[eerie music playing]

ERNEST:

CHARLES:

ERNEST:

[tense music playing]

[door opens]

[in French]

[speaking French] Are you ready?

Gaspard? What...

[indistinct chatter]

[door closes]

[door closes]

[fire crackling]

[footsteps approaching]

I'll listen.

If you want to talk.

Was this a mistake?

Coming here?

[chair scraping]

[sniffles]

No.

I spent 18 years grieving him.

And pining after a country I...

barely remember.

Now, I'm here.

He doesn't know me.

Doesn't even know himself.

Eighteen years.

Alone.

Without hope.

Of course he's changed, yes, but...

you can bring him back.

With your strength, your love.

Today was only the beginning.

Thank you.

[clears throat]

I'll say good night.

Would you stay?

I won't sleep tonight in any case.

Yes. Yes.

Of course.

Um...

[soft music playing]

[thud]

[footsteps approaching]

[indistinct chatter]

[woman laughing]

[keys jingle]

[lock clicking]

STRYVER: A truly reputable institution, madam.

Ah, my associate Sydney Carton.

Out burning the midnight oil on our client's behalf.

-No doubt. -HESTER: Mr. Carlton, I believe

you've had some dealings with my late husband's former ward.

Lucie Manette.

Mrs. Hester Lorry. Recently bereaved.

My deepest condolences again, madam.

Now minority stakeholder in Tellson's Bank.

Thank you, Mr. Stryver. That will be all.

Oh.

I have some business to attend to.

Urgent business. [clears throat]

Madam.

Sydney.

[door opens]

[door closes]

I wonder if you've heard from Lucie since she left London.

You haven't?

Your former client, Charles Darnay.

He traveled with her.

What do you know of him?

Nothing.

Didn't care for him much.

But you defended him.

I did what she asked me to do.

I saved his life.

Because he was innocent.

[exhales] I do not pretend to understand Lucie, at all.

But any young woman traveling between two warring countries

on the word of an alleged spy.

A man she barely knows.

Couldn't have stopped her.

Nobody could.

I see she's made an impression.

[Hester sighs]

I've not slept much these past few nights.

My house is too quiet.

She, um, came to me.

The night before she left.

I was surprised, too.

Lucie knows her own mind.

I sent her away.

Why?

I'd be grateful...

for any news.

Oh.

Will you call, at the house, Mr. Carton?

[eerie music playing]

[footsteps receding]

[trickling]

[in French]

[sighs]

ALEXANDRE:

THERESE:

[suspenseful music playing]

[groans]

[groans]

Show me.

Well, you're still my patient.

[Charles wincing]

[sharp breath]

LUCIE: It's healing.

I was well cared for.

LUCIE: And this?

Another disagreement?

A souvenir.

From Yorktown.

Courtesy of a Redcoat's rifle.

You fought for the American rebels?

Yes.

I was wrong about you.

You are a traitor to the British crown.

[chuckles softly]

A war hero.

A rebel.

Who are you trying to prove yourself to, Charles Darnay?

I told myself I was brave...

fighting others battles.

I was hiding.

I don't care who you were.

I don't care about your secrets.

Nobody is innocent.

The life ahead.

That's all I want.

I want that, too.

We should...

We should rest.

[soft music playing]

[clucking]

[distant bell tolling]

[indistinct chatter]

[in French]

[door opens]

[crowd chattering]

They know your father is here.

[intense music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

-[knocking at door] -[soldier yelling]

[banging continues]

Papa, we have to go.

Papa, he's a friend.

[in French]

[in English] No time! Come, quick.

All of you.

[indistinct chatter]

LUCIE: Shh...

[dramatic music playing]

[door opens]

[thuds]

[chuckles softly]

[soldier in French]

[floorboard creaking]

[suspenseful music playing]

[music intensifies]

[distant yelling]

[yelling continues]

[chattering and yelling]

[suspenseful music]

[soldier in French]

[in English] Out! Come on.

[distant yelling continues]

LUCIE: It's all right, it's all right.

Come.

Right away. Go.

The boat will be waiting for you at Sangatte, hurry!

[dramatic music]

Come on! Quickly!

Go, go, go!

LUCIE: Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

[yelling and chattering]

[overlapping chatter]

[dramatic music playing]

[utensils clinking]

[footsteps approaching]

[speaking French] You all right?

[soft music playing]

[knocking on door]

[horse neighs]

What's wrong?

Why are we stopping?

The driver will take you to Sangatte

and help you find Ernest's man

and he'll get you across the Channel.

You're not coming with us?

[in French]

It's all right, Papa.

We barely escaped the city.

They might still send soldiers out looking for him

and you're leaving us.

There's something I have to do.

Something I should have done a long time ago.

What?

What?

[in French]

Shush, Papa. I'm here.

I wish I...

[sighs] I'm sorry.

I trusted you.

But your words, it means nothing.

If I have to do this alone, so be it.

[horse neighs]

[horse galloping]

[tense music playing]

[trickling]

[distant bell tolling]

[knocking at door]

[birds chirping]

[sighs in relief]

Well we walked inland from Dover, an hour, maybe two.

Hey, Miss Manette...

Finally flagged down our mail coach...

Lucie.

The night you left, um...

I should... I should have...

You're here.

That's all that matters.

ALEXANDRE: No!

-JERRY: Blaggard! -HESTER: Calm down.

-JERRY: Do sit down... -HESTER: No.

It's all right. It's all right. All right.

No!

JERRY: Blaggard!

No one's gonna hurt you!

Papa. Please.

-ALEXANDRE: Please, please! -LUCIE: [shushes]

No. No. No. No, you're safe here. You're safe.

You're staying. You're safe.

-You're safe. -No.

ALEXANDRE: [mumbles] No, no, no!

What's happened to him?

He was a prisoner in the Bastille.

Locked in a single cell for almost 20 years.

This...

He's been this way ever since we left Paris.

ALEXANDRE: [mumbles] No, no, no.

LUCIE: I don't know what to do.

ALEXANDRE: No, no.

-No, no, no! -Is there a key for that door?

Of course.

[keys jingle]

ALEXANDRE: No, no, no.

[locking door]

And Mr. Darnay?

Where is he?

Gone. After we left Paris.

HESTER: He abandoned you.

Knowing the dangers you both faced.

There's nothing more to say. He's gone.

We're here.

[eerie music playing]

[bell tolling]

[horse galloping]

[footsteps approaching]

[in French]

[sighs in relief]

[breathing heavily]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Marquis St. Evremonde chuckling]

[man snoring]

[coughing]

[chuckles]

[laughs hysterically]

Papa. Please. Just...

One mouthful.

-Papa, leave that please. -No!

[dramatic music playing]

[Alexandre mumbling]

[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

[thud]

[door opens]

[Lucie panting]

He's in shock.

The more familiar this all feels, the better.

If he wants to sleep on the floor, let him.

Offer bread and water.

He won't be able to keep anything else down yet anyway.

You've done this before?

Not in French.

Does it get any easier?

Whatever you feel...

joy, rage...

regret,

they're yours.

No one else's.

My father back.

That's all I ever wanted. [chuckles]

Now you have it...

it's in your hands.

Well, somehow, it's never felt further away.

My mother.

She was, uh...

The doctors...

They told us it was just...

hysteria.

Um...

An affliction of a female mind.

But when she was well...

when she laughed...

the world stopped.

For the moment.

Just me and her.

I want that feeling again.

Just once.

A home,

family.

Is that too much to hope for?

I think you can have whatever you want.

[soft music playing]

[bell tolling]

[knocking at door]

[distant bell tolling]

[chuckles]

[laughing]

Huh?

[sniffing]

[sniffing]

[scoffs]

[exhales]

[eerie music playing]

[sniffles]

[footsteps receding]

[soft music playing]

[soft music playing]

[exhales softly]

[indistinct chatter]

[chuckles]

[moaning]

[speaking French] Go.

[soft wind whistling]

[window thuds]

[wind blowing]

[eerie music playing]

I didn't know what to expect.

Tonight.

And now?

Are you greatly changed?

No.

How did you break this?

A malunion here.

The bone never healed.

Do all doctors' daughters learn medical theory?

I pay.

For private tuition.

-Anatomy? -Surgery.

But you need cadavers.

That's a capital crime.

And I didn't have the choice.

Those lessons...

It was the only time I ever felt close to him.

My father.

[fire crackling]

[groans]

[sighs]

I was a boy...

nine or ten...

a real gutter rat.

You'd have crossed the street to avoid me.

[chuckles]

I found my mother sat out on the street in the rain.

She'd lost her coat or...

sold it again.

I picked her up. She didn't weigh anything by then.

We got back to the house and started up the stairs.

But I er...

I slipped.

Or she did.

When I came to, she was at the top looking down at me.

She was...

She was laughing.

[inhales]

I think we can both have what we want.

One day.

A home. Family.

You already have a family.

Hester. Your father.

Even if he doesn't even know who I am.

He's more like you than you realize.

He fought tooth and nail to stay alive.

To get back to you.

He carried you with him.

[suspenseful music playing]

No, wait. Wait!

Call on me tomorrow. First thing.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[panting]

[knocking on door]

Oh, no, don't mention it.

Lucie?

There was a bag. A case.

My father gave it to Mr. Lorry the night I left Paris.

[panting]

You know where it is?

Well, Jarvis thought it for the best.

No. He, he worried it would bring it all back if he saw it.

He... he got rid of it?

No.

[soft music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

[emotional music playing]

Lucie?

[sniffles]

[birds chirping and squawking]

[birds chirping]

[eerie music playing]

[ominous music playing]

[shuddering]

[birds chirping]

[soft music playing]

[door opens]

You have a visitor.

I told him you weren't receiving any callers, but he insisted...

[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]