While
Sydney and Barsad are talking in the next room, Mr. Lorry sits in silence. He’s
staring at Mr. Cruncher. Hard. Finally, he asks what Mr. Cruncher does besides
working at Tellson’s. If Jerry’s been using the respectable name of Tellson’s
as a front for illegal activities, then Mr. Lorry will terminate his position
as soon as they all get back to London. Mr. Cruncher takes deep offense to
this. Basically, he says that what he does isn’t so bad…if only because
everyone else does bad things, as well.
Left
alone with Sydney, Mr. Lorry asks what sort of deal Barsad made. Sydney says
that he’s managed to make sure that someone can get in to see Charles, just
once, if things go very poorly at trial. He didn’t want to ask for anything
more: it’s a bit perilous in the prison these days. Mr. Lorry starts to tear up
a bit at the thought of the danger ahead.
Mr. Lorry agrees to keep Carton’s presence a secret.
They
each go their separate ways. Sydney goes to a small woodworking shop in Saint
Antoine. He stands outside it. The wood sawyer sees him and is surprised at the
resemblance between Sydney and the prisoner. He also comments on Sydney’s
perfect French. Next, Sydney heads to a chemist. He buys two different drugs. The
pharmacist warns him that combining the two would be dangerous. Seems like Sydney
has some sort of plan here…
Sydney walks through the streets of Paris all
night, thinking of his childhood. He was orphaned at an early age. He’s never
felt at home anywhere. By morning, he’s back at Mr. Lorry’s door. Together,
they head to the Tribunal. Charles Evrémonde is called to the stand. He’s been
denounced by three people: M. and Mme Defarge, and Doctor Manette. Wait…what?
Doctor Manette? The doctor seems a shocked as the rest of the court. He cries
out that the accusation is a mistake.
The
court calls Defarge to the stand. He
says that he found a letter hidden in the walls of the Bastille…a letter
written by Alexandre Manette during his imprisonment. The courtroom gasps. The
judges order that the letter be read aloud.


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