 On they are three, we proudly present Hollywood. The Imperial Theatre brings you Ronald Coleman and Helen Angel in A Tale of Two Cities. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. William King. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. In Paris just a few months ago, I passed daily through the Place de la Concorde, where, during the French Revolution, stood a symbol of the violence of that better period, the guillotine. Everywhere were Americans experiencing, like myself, that lingering sense of great events long past but not forgotten. Something Charles Dickens must have felt on his first visit to Paris 100 years ago. We present the immortal story it inspired, A Tale of Two Cities, starring one of the screen's outstanding actors, Ronald Coleman, in one of literature's most moving and dramatic roles, a role by the way that he created on the screen. And with him, we present the talented and lovely Heather Angel. It's time for our curtain, and the first act of A Tale of Two Cities, starring Ronald Coleman as Sidney Carlton, with Heather Angel as Eucie Manette, and Janet Scott as Madame LeFarge. Terrace 1793. The French Revolution is over. The cause is won, but the bloodshed has only stopped. The rain of terror sweeps through the land in all its fury, and each day Madame LeGuillotine is fed her share of human life. The dripping blade rises and falls, and the crowd counts in monotonous rhythm as each noble head rolls to the ground. The night rises again and sweeps downward. Twenty-two lives in a single day, and more to come, and more and more, until nightfall draws a curtain on the ceiling. Behind the bleak walls of LeFarge's prison, the doomed of the following day await their fate. In a bare dungeon cell, a single lantern throws a ghostly glow on their faces, with a rattle of chains, a great iron door is thrown open. Everyone rise. Rise, aristocrat. The name of the people of France, but the junior hereby declares that you shall be put to death by the 18th on the morning of February 2nd, 1793. Citizen Taylor, which one of these is Charles Deverman? Deverman. Step forward. Deverman! Charles Deverman! Call Charles Johnny! Which one of you is he? I am Deverman. Step forward. Charles Deverman, known as Charles Johnny. In view of the excitement occasioned by your trial, it would felt that some small favor would be in order. We've decided, therefore, that you shall live long enough to witness the execution of your friends here. Fifty-one heads will fall tomorrow. Yours will be the fifty-second. I've seen them over and over. Yes? I didn't know you were here with us. It's so dark. I know. What is it you want to see? That's what it means. I'm in the midst of things because we were brought in our force together. Oh, yes, of course I. I forget for the moment of what you were accused. They accused me of stopping, but I'm innocent. How could I talk against the Republic? Turn that knee. I know what. Don't cry, child. It's too late for tears. I try to be brave. Soon the morning will come. It's going light even now. You have an hour yet? Perhaps more. Ask God for courage. Look, the sun is rising. I'm afraid. Yes, I'm glad. At least we can see again. What is it? You are not every month. You are not Charles every month. What? Why are you Charles every month? The guys would move. You're the brown. There was light. And you? Who are you? Like you, I'm nobody. But you are going to die for them. Why, Mr. Oh, I could never make you understand. But I could set you free. One word from Jesus. You can't do that. You must not pray me. Tell me about yourself. How can I? It would help if I wasn't talking. Well, that would help me too, Mr. There's so much to tell. It all began long ago. When? 25 years ago. 1768. Have you ever been in England? No, never. On the long hill on the Dover Road that sweeps down to the sea. It's a pleasant road on a summer day with the sun shining. But the devil's own highway at night in the winter rain. On just that sort of night in 1768, a coach cops the rise of the hills. The mail, found east for Dover. Top of the hill, Tom. Better rest in for a moment. Oh! Oh! We'll be lucky if we make the boats for Calais, buddy. Hear that? What do you say? I'd say a horse to the candor coming up the hill after us. I'd say a horse to the gallop. Oh, there. Candor on fire. What do you want? Is that the Dover mail? I want a passenger. What passenger? It's the Jarvis Lawry. Hey, boy, you are. There's a gentleman named Jarvis Lawry in the coat. Tram Lawry, who wants me? It's me, Mr. Lawry. Gerry. I know this mission to guard. There's nothing wrong. I hope there ain't. Hello, you. Come out on a foot pace. Well, Gerry, what is it? A dispatch pair sent after you from London. Be quick about waiting at fair. I don't like this. It's not very long, you see. Wait at Dover for my present. Very good. Gerry, just Mr. Lawry. Right back to London. It's fast as you can. Tell them my answer was recall to life. Recall to life. That was Mr. Lawry's business that night. To recall to life the man who had been buried alive for 18 years, a prisoner of the French nobility. But the man had escaped and was now hit by friends in the village of St. Antoine. To that village went Mr. Lawry to the wine shop of a certain Madame de Fares. You are Madame de Fares? I am. My name is Jarvis Lawry. I've just arrived from London. This young lady with me is Miss Lucy Mannet. But no, it ain't Madame de Fares. Please tell me. He's my father here. Is he safe? Your father? There is no one here, Madame de Fares. Mr. Lawry was wrong. I want him with my child. Madame de Fares. Perhaps I should have presented my credentials sooner. Recall to life. There is a man here. A man old beyond his years. A lender of shoes. Will you come this way? My husband and I have kept him locked in a room upstairs. Did you say locked? Yes. Of his own desire? Of his own necessity. He has lived too long alone. He would be afraid that his door was left unlocked. Mr. Lawry, I'm frightened. That's my dear. Good day, Dr. Mannet. You are hard at work. Yes. I am working. You have a visitor, doctor. Show him the shoe you are making. Now, tell me, sir, the maker's name. You are my name? Yes. One hundred and five north star. That is all? One hundred and five north star. You've been here. He remembers nothing. Dr. Mannet, do you remember nothing of me? Look at me. Is there no old banker, no old business rising in your mind? Think of England. A man who was your friend. The devil's Lawry. It is no use. This is what they have done to him. You see, come here, my child. Now speak, call him. Speak to him as you did long ago. Father. Father. Who is death? Do you remember, Dr. Mannet? I remember a little girl with long golden hair. Ages and ages ago. What was her name? Her name. She laid her head upon my shoulder. When she came to me that night. Don't let them take you far. Oh, my child. My baby. Come on. They crossed the channel that night. There was a refuge in England. There, for five years, the good doctor rested. Until at last his memory returned. And he was well again. But now, in English, caught the trial within progress. The trial of a certain Charles Downey. He accused of putting prison against his majesty's government. Dr. Mannet, called as a witness, passed with his daughter near the judge's bench. The court was hot. Humid. Only one man seemed quite at ease. The assistant counsel for the prisoner. He's caught way dipped in his slovenly fashion over one eye. He's caught down stained with wine. His name? If anyone was interested, it was Sidney Carton. Carton, we must act quickly. With the evidence they've presented, Downey will hang by Morley. Carton, you hear me? I hear you, Mr. Striver. Well, what shall I do? Well, you, I'll sit down. Downey is my client. I'm trying to protect him. I pay you well for your assistance, and I expect to have it. You'll have it, Mr. Striver, when the time comes. I see you've already had your bottle today. I do, I believe. Carton, always drunk. Carton, listen to me. At the present time, I'm more interested in Dr. Manette. Dr. Manette, sir. You are Dr. Manette? I am. Dr. Manette? The prisoner, Charles Downey, has been accused of carrying secret messages from Louis of France to spies here in England. Look up on the prisoner. Have you ever seen him before? I don't know. Really? Is it not true, Dr. Manette, that the prisoner was a fellow passenger with you five years ago on a boat from Calais to Dover? I cannot say. When I came from France that night, I've been newly released from a long imprisonment. I have little remembrance of the occasion. My mind was blank for some time. I see. Your daughter made the trip with you, did she not? Yes. That will be all. Are there any questions from the defense? Any questions, Carton? No, no questions. No questions, your worship. Miss Lucy Manette to the staff. Now, Miss Manette, look up on the prisoner, please. Have you ever seen him before? Yes. Where? On board the passage boat to Manette. You spoke to him? You were friendly with him? Yes. Good. Now tell me, did he come aboard alone? No. When the gentlemen came on board. You mean the prisoner? Yes. Then say the prisoner. When the prisoner came on board, there were two gentlemen with him. But these two did not make the crossing. No. Now tell me, did you see them give certain papers to the prisoner that night? No. You're sure of that? I don't know. It was dark. Then they might have given him certain papers. Yes. That will be all, Miss Manette. Please, I know. It will be all, please. Are there any questions from the defense? Will Carton? No. Carton, you're mad. No questions. No questions, your worship. Your worship. The prosecution would like to recall its chief witness, the prisoner's accuser, Mr. John Barthend. Now, now, it's either with my caption question. Mr. John Barthend? Right, yes, sir. Mr. Barthend, look upon the prisoner. You recognize him? I do, sir. He's a spy against his military's government. That's what he is. I was on that mail, taking it myself that night, and I saw the kind of papers that passed into the hands of the prisoner. They were lists of our troops. Thank you, Mr. Barthend. And no more questions. The counsel for the defense? Well, Carton? Ask him these questions I've written down here. Mr. Barthend, how do you know the papers you saw were lists of British soldiers? I saw them. Ah, you saw them? Then you took them out of the pockets of the prisoner, Charles Darnay. Yes, sir. And no, sir. They fell out. They did? Oh, and you didn't take them? You're not a spy yourself. A man who makes his living by making accusations just or otherwise against his fellow countrymen. That's a liar. Downward and sinewaking liar. One moment. Well, Carton? Sir, I've heard you've no imagination. Sir, Mr. Barthend, where do you get money to live on? My property. Your property? Where is it? I don't exactly remember. And perhaps you can remember how you got that property. Ah, you nearly did it. It's from whom? From relatives. Distant relatives. How many times have you been in prison, Mr. Barthend? Six times, isn't it? What's that got to do with it? It's never been cooked. The keeping you guys up well and narrow. Mr. Barthend, you are positive it was the prisoner you saw that night without this? I am. It couldn't possibly have been someone else. Now it couldn't. Mr. Darnay, will you please face this witness? Careful. Well? Now, Mr. Barthend, look at me. At me, the assistant counsel for the defense. You notice the resemblance between us? Ah, well, very much alike. Are we not? Well, now that you are... I mean, Phoenix, you are. As a matter of fact, it could have been me who saw with those supposed lists that night. Couldn't it, Mr. Barthend? Well, now... Couldn't it, Mr. Barthend? All right. Yes. So? Thank you. Hold up! Hold up! Are there any more questions? The jury will look out to consider the verdict. Has the jury agreed? We have, your welcome. And how do you find the prisoner? Charles Darnay. Will you find the prisoner? Not guilty. Mr. Darnay, may we congratulate you, sir? Oh, thank you, Doctor. I'm happy our testimony did you no harm. Thank you, Miss Lucy. I'm sure it did nothing but good. It was Mr. Carton who really won your case. Mr. Carton. Mr. Carton, sir. Did someone call me? May I thank you, sir, for saving my life? Oh, just a part of my business. Mr. Carton, this is Dr. Menett. Miss Lucy Menett. Mr. Carton. We thought you were splendid, Mr. Carton. We're professional flap traps. May I ask, sir, how did you happen to notice the resemblance between you and me? Oh, it's very simple. I looked at you and admired your bearing and your character. You see, I'm knowing what admiration for myself. Well, uh, Lucy's my dear. We must go. Goodbye, Mr. Darnay. We will call at our house soon. Well, thank you, Miss Lucy. And Mr. Carton? Aye. Oh, thank you. Good day, Miss. Good day, gentlemen. Good day, Doctor. Uh, Mr. Carton. Mr. Carton, would you care to dine with me? You feel you must repay me? I could never repay you for my life, sir. No, don't you be too certain. Well, a bottle of wine or two, perhaps. My fees are very low. A glass, Mr. Darnay. Oh, thank you. I've had enough. Well, Mr. Darnay, how does it feel to be alive again instead of hanging by your neck? Well, I'm a little confused regarding time and place, but it's good to feel at home in the world again. Yes, it must be an immense satisfaction. As for me, the world has very little to offer, except wine like this. So, you and I are not very much alike in that particular, are we? Huh? You speak very faintly, Mr. Darnay. I didn't speak at all, sir. Down, Mr. Darnay. Why don't you call a health? What does, sir? Why, it's on the tip of your tongue, man. I swear to you, sir. It's been there all evening. Out with it. Very well, then. To Miss Lucy Manette. Miss Manette. There's a fair young lady to hand into her coach in the dark. Hey, Mr. Darnay. There's a fair young lady to be pitted by and wept for by. How does it feel? Is it worth being tried for one's life to be the object of such sympathy and compassion? I don't take your meaning, sir. Mr. Darnay, let me ask you a question. Do you think I particularly like you? You will act it as if you do, but I don't think you do. I don't think I do either. But nevertheless, I hope there's nothing in that dislike to prevent my calling for the reckoning and parting without your blood. Oh, nothing at all. Did you call the whole reckoning? If I may, sir. In that case, wait there. In deeper. More wine. Yes, sir. Good night, Mr. Cough. Good night. One last word, Mr. Darnay. You think I'm drunk? I think you've been drinking, Mr. Cough. You know I've been drinking. Since I must say so, I know it. You shall likewise know why. I care for no man on earth. And no man on earth cares much to be regretted. You might have used your talents better. Maybe so, Mr. Darnay. Maybe not. Good night, sir. And don't let your sober face elate you. For you never know what it may come to. In deeper. More wine. Darnay, sir. Well, Darnay, has Mr. Darnay shown you what you have fallen away from and what you might have been? Changed places with him. And what you have been looked at by those blue-eyed as he was. Huh? Ah, come on. Have it out in plain words. You will hate the fellow. Sidney Darnay knew it was too late to change his way of life, but he took to brushing his shabby toasts and combing his untidy hair. And there were times even when he remembered that his gentleman was to drink himself nightly into his duper. On Sunday afternoon, he would appear in Miss Manette's garden, sitting quietly, speaking with seldom that Charles Darnay was there too. One evening, just at dusk, an approaching storm sent him indoors. Listen, it's coming soon, Mr. Darnay. It comes slowly but surely. Isn't it impressive? Sometimes when I've sat here in an evening like this, listening to the thunder in the distance, I've had to disclose frankly, I've imagined that the thunder claps were echoes. Echoes of all the footsteps that were wondered into our lives. If that is so, there's a great crowd coming into our lives. Do I take them into mine, Bradley? It was my foolish fancy, Mr. Clarkton. There's a great crowd bearing down upon us now. Thousands upon thousands. Here they come. Ah, fierce and furious. Oh, you make my fancy seem too real, Mr. Clarkton. There was a great crowd coming into their lives. The number was overpowering, a crowd which one day would decide the fate of these three. At first, it was but a whisper in the city of Paris. A whisper that was to grow with the years into a crashing roar of hatred. Slowly but surely, as the storm came, the crowd was coming too. Up from the cellar in Paris, up through the bare fields of a carving setting, the crowd was coming, chanting a pick, bringing in footballers, the people of France, and all their might rising in reverence. She'll bring you at two of a tale of two cities. The little scene surfed and then to die with him within the hour, listening quietly, her eyes fixed on his face. Time went on. Sidney Clarkton appeared less and less in a manette form. More and more was he the slave of the low companions and low habits that he scorned but yielded to. And he knew that Lucy loved Charles Downey. It was an evening in April, almost ten years ago that Charles Downey spoke to Lucy's father. I've only hinted at marriage to Lucy, sir. I didn't want to speak until... Well, there are certain things about myself that you should know. Yes. My name is Not Downey. I chose that name when I first left France and my heritage. Heritage? I'm of noble birth, sir, but I do not boast of it. Two generations, my family gained its wealth at the expense of the poor. When my uncle died, I was the sole remaining heir. I returned to France to sign away my title to the estate. Why do you tell me this? Because, sir, I know what you have suffered at the hands of the French aristocracy. But I closed the name. And yours? What? What was it? Saint-Evrimon. The Marquis Saint-Evrimon. My doctor. You're ill, sir. No. Charles, Lucy is not to know what you've just told me. Not now, do you mean? Not now or ever. She's not to know your word. Very well, doctor. You have my word. Now, go, please. I'm scared to look at my own. I'm scared to look at my own. I'm scared to look at my own. I'm scared to look at my own. Father, father, let me in. Father, it's Lucy. Let me in, please. Lucy, what is it? It's the devil. I got your message. Is there anything wrong? Father, you've been locked in his room all day. I'm so afraid. You got the manette. Open the door, doctor Manette. How creepy. I found the key in the storeroom. Give it to me. Will you take me, Lucy? Downstairs. Yes, sir. Come, my dear. Come, my lady. Doctor Manette, what are you doing? Can you hear me, doctor? What work is this you're doing? A lady's shoe. A young lady's walking shoe. It should be finished. Let me in, please. Let me in, please. Is he all right? He's all right. Doctor Jemison is with him. You've been very kind to stay so long. I tried to reach Charles, but he wasn't at home. I was so worried. There's nothing to worry about now. A few days, and he'll be well again. What could have caused it? After all these years, to go back to that? What happened to him? How can we know? A shock, perhaps. A memory. A man's mind can play a trick. I brought you a cup of chocolate. Thank you, Miss Carl. And the doctor said everything will be all right. You're not to worry. Thank you. Well, I... It's growing late. Not for me, of course, but I doubt if you see the dawn very often. I don't. But I can welcome it today. A few hours ago, everything was so black and fearsome. And now, all my troubles are past. All my hopes reborn. It's always that way, isn't it? There are some hopes a man may have which remain in the shadows forever. Do you have such hopes, Sydney? Oh. I'm the right one who'll die young. Excuse me. You've come off into the house in the past few months. And let me know very little about you. Except that you're our friend. Is there nothing I can do to help, Sydney? I could never hope to repay what you've already done. May I tell you something? Will you hear me without shrinking from me? What is it? You have been the last dream of myself. See you here in your home has teared old shadows that I thought had died out of me. As I whispered from old voices, impelling me upward, that I thought the silence forever. I've had unformed ideas of, um, driving you fresh, fighting out the abandoned fight. But the dream, all the dream, but I wish you to know that you inspired it. Sydney, will nothing of it remain? Perhaps, that the dream might linger on after the dream are awake. But will you hold me in your mind as sincere and pure and do one thing? I would embrace any sacrifice for you or for those dear to you. Think now and then that there's a man who would give his life to keep the life you love beside you. Cotton, drunk, this time with self-pity. To my day on he was seen rarely in the manifold. He was there when Lucy and Danny were married some years later when their child was born. A girl. But his business was short and he would slip away at the first opportunity. In France, during these years, the echoing footsteps of the crowds have been growing louder. Grimm patriot who would obeys the toil of France in the blood of the hated nobility. A manless form broke in all its purity. In July 1789, they swarmed from the rat holes of Paris to cover the country with a blanket of red. An army of vengeance bent upon destruction and death. Oh, soldier. And in this making, I have inscribed their names. The names of those who have starved, killed us. And for every sixth another head shall roll. For every sixth we shall be avenged. Looking for Mr. Sidney Carr. The door is not open. There's no inn in London open at this time of night. I want to see Mr. Sidney Carr. Let me in. Now, where is he? He's in there. I have no time for that. Listen to me. I'm leaving for Paris within the hour. There are some business there that I must attend to at once. Oh, oh, very warm this time of the year. I were your lawyer, I should advise against the journey. How much do you know of me? This is excellent wine, Mr. Danish. French wine. From the cellars of the aristocrats who fled the country. There will be fewer of these bottles left now. It's being poured into the streets. Along with the blood of the noble who once drank it. Must you go to Paris, Mr. Danish? I see there is little I have to explain to you. But I received a letter this morning from a man who was once my servant. They have threatened to send him to the guillotine. Unless he can explain why he's in possession of certain property. That's why I must go to save his life. Oh, what of your own life? Oh, I'll be in no danger. I've renounced my inheritance. It easily proves. Why do you come to me? There's no one else I can turn to. I don't know how long I should be gone. I should like to feel that there is someone here in London who is watching over my family. Why? You trust me? You want your real child? Your wife? I know that you love her. You must leave. Can I? No. Don't have no fear about your family. They'll be safe. Thank you, cop. Good night. Mr. Carpenter. More wine, sir? No. No, no. Take it away. Where are you going, citizen? I'm going to Paris. Let me see your papers. If you will hurry, please, citizen. I must be in Paris within the hour. Call Donny. Donny, also known as Evrimon. Yes, but... You are confined, Evrimon, to the prison of La Force. In a moment, we'll return with act three of a tale of two cities. Starring Ronald Coleman and Heather Ailes. How would you like to improve your position in your unit? Or perhaps you'd like to change in classification? Well, a step in the right direction would be a course for the United States Armed Forces Institute. Yes, a course with you, Safi, is an indication of your desire to improve yourself. In the past 20 years, you Safi has proved conclusively that men who use their opportunity time constructively are more proficient in their military duties. See your education officer about a you Safi course. And now, Mr. Cayley returns to the microphone. You're invited to join us after the final curtain for a brief chat with tonight's stars. Here's act three of a tale of two cities. Starring Ronald Coleman as Sidney Carton and Heather Angel as Yuki Manette. The sun rises slowly over the roof of Paris and the long shadow of the guillotine falls against the walls of La Force prison. The tale of the condemned, Sidney Carton speaks in a fresh voice. His story meant only for the years of the little secret. They brought Charles Darnay here to La Force prison to be held in secret. But somehow the news filtered back to England and so did his wife and child who were in Paris with Dr. Manette and Mr. Lowe. Yes, they're all friends. For months they waited for some word from Darnay and his cell, but they came and every day through the streets the Tumble's past filled with condemned on their last journey to the guillotine. Father, father did you see Charles? Did you see him? No, they wouldn't take me to this cell but I have news. Charles is summoned tomorrow for Charles. No. Oh, father. I think he'll go well, my child. They're going to allow me to testify for him. You? Yes, I bear a charmed life in this city. I've been a prisoner in the Bastille. Dr. Manette, is this tribe you know to understand that you endorse the accused, the prisoner, Charles Evermont? That is so. He is of noble blood. He is a traitor. He is no traitor. I would swear to it. Dr. Manette, we know your life. The cause you fought for. You are one of us. I speak. The accused Charles Evermont was my first friend but I was released from the Bastille. The accused Charles Evermont is my daughter's husband. In all these years he has had no part in the tyranny against which we fought. He's renounced his share of the estate and returned it to the people. Charles Evermont is no enemy of the revolution. I give you my word. He is innocent. Free the prisoner. The doctor of Balbay says he is innocent. Are you ready to declare itself free? I will see you then. Let the prisoner be free. I say the prisoner shall stand to kill. By whom? By free voicing. By my husband. By my father. By the doctor of Balbay. Dr. Alexander Manette. I persist. I persist. You have said Charles Evermont was your first friend. I was your first friend. Because to my wine shop you were brought where you may choose under my care. You knew yourself then only as a number. 105 North Tower. The cell in which we've been confined. Is that not true? If you say it is, I must believe it. I can't remember. But I remembered. And I resolved one day to examine that cell. And on the day the Bastille fell I went to 105 North Tower. Heal these citizens. In that cell hidden in the stonework of the wall I found a paper. A paper written by Dr. Manette in the year 1767. Before the doctor loneliness had driven him mad. It is that paper I hold in my hand now. It describes in the doctor's words how he was called one night in the peasant cell dying in a miserable bed of rags. A girl and her unborn child in the stable her brother with a wound in his chest was to breathe his last before the morning. And why? Because those two creatures had been tested against the noble family who held them in bondage. Had been tested against the murder of the girl's father and her husband. Killed by those same noble hands. The doctor buried the girl in her brother the following day. But he had seen too much and heard too much from the list of that dying girl. That night the doctor was thrown into the Bastille. The noble family had silenced him forever. And the name of that family the name of those murderers take out Ramon! Yes! Sent him to the words of Dr. Alexander Manette himself. The words he wrote. I, Alexander Manette prisoner of the Bastille having just set forth a cause for my imprisonment to bring out the martyrs and everyone and his descendants against the time when these crimes shall be answered for. I denounce them to heaven and earth! No! No! Please stop! Listen to me! I have long had the crimes of the every-month family nicked in my registers. As my husband is at so. On the great day when the Bastille fell I dropped this paper home and we read it together. My husband and I asked him is at so. Then I told him I had a secret to communicate to him. I suspect this was a movie through hands. I strike it now and I said I was brought up among the fishermen of the sea shore and that present family so indeed by the every-month is my family. That sister the mortally wounded boy was my sister. That husband was my sister's husband. That unborn child was their child. That brother was my brother. Those dead are my dead and that common swan so those things defend to me. Ask him is at so. Then tell him the prison of La Force to await death by the guillotine. That was the sentence passed by the tribunal. That same night a coach left Calais for Paris carrying but one passenger slouched low in the feet. The shabby great coach pulled high about his neck. Reaching Paris he haunted the ends and caverns. He only goes through the city and at last made his way to the lodging house where Lucy waited news from La Force. Sidney Sidney Carton Oh you must forgive my cunning of his hour. I didn't wish to be seen. I knew you'd come. I've been waiting. Sidney they're going to take Charles. They're going to kill him. How long is this morning? And they won't let me see him. I can't be near him these last hours. Remember what you said long ago. The dark hours before the dawn. There will be no dawn tomorrow. It will be dark now. Always. If there is some way I can comfort you you must hope. What hope is there? What comfort? My husband is going to die. You forgive me. You were right. I have no time to offer you. You came to us tonight. I will never forget that. Useless to speak to Dr. Minnet. She's in no condition to see you now. Mr. Larry if you'll forgive me. There is nothing you can't do here Mr. Carton nothing. Mr. Larry you're a man of business aren't you? I am. I am here on this. Really sir? Oh I know your opinion of me Mr. Larry but a drinking man may learn things around the town. If he can listen at the same time I have learnt that Dr. Minnet is in great danger. He and Lucy must leave Paris tonight. Read Paris. And they must take the child with them. But why? The revenge of Madame de Paz does not stop with childs. Madame de Monde and all his race. So she's her child. Now may I see Dr. Minnet? It would do no good sir. He has gone back to his work. His work? He would not know what you're saying Mr. Carton. Mr. Larry you you have a pass that will let you through the tally. Will it serve for Dr. Minnet and Lucy? Yes for as many as I will with me. Then you will use it tonight. You will arrange for a coach to meet you all here at midnight. The coach will take you to the side gate of La Force President. You understand him? Yes. There you will be joined by another person who will make the trip with you to England. But you must not stop to ask questions. You will proceed at once to the gates of Paris and on to Calais as fast as the coach can take you. But this other person who will it be? Who? Mr. Sidney. I don't understand. Oh, I may be in poor condition for travel. I usually am at that hour. But as soon as I am in the coach driver but you at the gate of La Force will you be with him in prison tonight? Yes. Yes, I'm going to see Charles. I'm certain Mr. Bach had English pie that turned me in the prison. He'll open the doors for me. I don't understand all this sir but you give me hope. Tell me Mr. Larry. Not only I sir I shall have a young and ardent man at my side yes, with the help of heaven you shall. Tell me Mr. Larry yours is a long life to look back on and in my 70-80 years there's even useful all your life trusted, respected. There are many in this world who would miss you a solitary old veteran or there's nobody to weep for me. Wouldn't she weep for you Lucy? Yes, thank God. I didn't quite mean what I said. It is a thing to thank God for isn't it? Surely, surely. Mr. Larry, if you had to say with truth tonight I have gained the love of no human creature. I have done nothing good nor serviceable to be remembered by. Your 78 years would be 78 heavy curses would they not? I think they would be. But you are not old, Charles. No, I'm not old. But the road I took was never the way to way. Well, good night Mr. Larry. Yes, how long before Danny is taken from his cell and put with the others? I can't tell that. That's only an hour now. Leave it alone, but stay within call. You'll keep your promise? I told you I could get you in and out again. Are you both to try to leave? I know, I know. Open the door. Who's there? Have you come for? Part new. Of all the people on earth I'm the least expected, is that it? Why are you here? I came to see you. It shouldn't have taken the risk. It can serve no purpose. It can serve one. I bring your message from Lucy. Message? Your request, rather, that you do exactly as I say and ask no questions. Now take off your coat. Take off? Yes, take it off and change it for mine quickly. Are you mad? No. It's her wish. Now put on my coat. And hide your hair. Rumble it. Let that take as mine is. Carton, there's no escaping from this place. You'll only die with me. Have I mentioned escape? I'll do as I say. Now here, take my crevasse. And give me your help. Carton, I warn you to be quiet. Put a pen and ink on that table. Is your hand steady enough to write? Yes. Put a pen and write what I dictate. Quickly. Who do I dictate? Well, to no one. Right? If you remember long ago, you will understand Jesus as a written myth. A strange order. Something crossed me. I'm not conscious of it. Now take up the pen and finish. And I would not carry something that odor. Oh, you mean this on my hand? Yes. All right. Are you ready? That's it. What's the matter with you? Nothing. He's unconscious. Carry him out to the gate. Listen to me. Listen. He's fainted from the shock of parting with an old friend. You'll find a torch at the side gate. Put him in. Tell him to drive as fast as they can to carry. Now, wait. Wait. I'll finish this note. If you remember the words that passed between us, you will understand. I tell you once again that nothing I would not do. Take this note. And hurry. Dr. Manit. His daughter. His grandchild. Who's that on the floor? Sidney Cotten. Sidney Cotten. Sidney Cotten, eh? That. Open the gate. Let this coat go through. They are on their way now. Perhaps by this time they've reached Calais. A bound for England. Sidney Cotten. Yes. Get down. And for someone else. First of all, your carriage is awaited. Six tumbles will carry the day's wine to madame la guillotine. Just take him out. It will be as I promised for you. You shall wait for the last tumbles. Your age shall be the 50 seconds today. I'm ready. Move on there. Mr. Cotten. May I go with you? With your eyes on me, child. Mind nothing else. I mind nothing while I hold your eyes. Balls on the roaring crowds of Paris and the children's destiny of Sidney Cotten. And rise it again on our two stars of the evening. Ronald Coleman and Helen Angel who brought to life so vividly a truly great play. Well, Bill, you not only gave me one of my favorite actresses as meeting lady, but I'd like also to say thank you to Janet Cotten for a wonderful madame death hour. And thanks too to a magnificent supporting cast. One of the biggest cast you ever had on, isn't it, Mr. Cotten? One of the biggest and best. But no more than the play deserves. Good night. Good night, Charles Dickens would be proud of both of you. This is William Ceeley, saying good night to you from Hollywood.