Christmas Holiday Page #7

Abigail. No one's called me that since..

Oh, that's right. You're Jackie now,

aren't you?

Robert, we can't stay here.

There are police all over this place.

She's right, Manette.

I told you that all along.

Those cops aren't so smart. They've got

a man out front and another out back.

Have they forgot I wouldn't come in the

front or the back just to please them?

I'll go out the same way.

We'll have to hurry.

Let me see. We'll need some money.

Wait a minute.

You mean you want to come along with me?

Why?

I kind of had the idea the last

two and a half years

you'd gotten used to

getting along without me.

At least it looked like it.

Didn't it, Simon?

Robert.

I'll get the money.

You must think I'm a fool.

You thought I'd rot in jail

and you could do whatever you wanted

and probably I'd never know.

Even if I did, it wouldn't

make any difference.

There'd be nothing I could

do about it anyway.

Whatever made you think

you could get away with it?

I love you, Robert.

The way you say it,

I could almost believe it.

Say it a little louder. I'd like Simon

to hear it.

There hasn't been a second

I didn't love you.

Sure.

Right here at the Maison Lafitte.

There's only one reason why

I've been working here. Only one.

When it was all over,

the trial and everything

I saw that your mother was right.

I should have kept you from

the things you were doing.

I'm as much to blame as anybody.

I can still hear them call you guilty.

Guilty, Guilty. And every time they

said it I knew it was meant for me too.

I wanted to die.

But you were in prison alive.

That's why I had to live.

To live like you. To suffer like you.

The people I met her had

nothing but contempt for me.

That's what I wanted.

This is my prison, Robert, but

I'm not as strong as you are.

I can't break out without you.

I need you.

I've been

holding on for you all the time.

I love you.

You know what I think?

Anybody that loves as much as you do

is entitled to a reward.

That's what I think.

-Manette, don't!

You've never loved anybody

but me, Abigail

Isn't that right? Nobody else but me.

People don't understand.

People never do.

There might even be somebody

who thought that didn't love me.

That you enjoyed your life out here.

And maybe that's true.

Maybe people are right.

Maybe you are the way

they say you are. Cheap!

Who's in here?

-Stop it, Robert!

What's going on here?

-Get away from that light.

Close the door.

Get up against the wall, both of you.

You ought to know how easy one of

these things can go off, soldier.

If you've any sense at all,

you'd put that gun down.

I promise the police won't

try any rough stuff if you do.

Shut up.

They're right, Manette.

Why don't you get smart, Manette?

Keep out of this.

Put that gun back

in your pocket, Manette.

You killed a man once

and you didn't get away with it.

This time they're going to hang you.

-Shut up!

You're not going to

kill anybody here, Manette.

I know you better than that.

-Shut up!

You're not going to shoot me because

you'll have to wait till I turn my back.

Only I'm not going to turn

my back on you, see? Manette!

You can let go now, Abigail.

You heard what he said.

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