george danton... or was that a dream? we know you're not george danton. not danton? i didn't know who i was. i only knew that i'd... done something wrong. i had to keep everybody away from the place. and when she said that i was danton... i told myself it must be true. and that's why i wanted to kill myself. you're not danton. you're william capehart. william... capehart? capehart. you wrote this diary. you remember that? diary? i tried to burn it. i remember now... what i did. it never stopped snowing. never. we grew hungry and sick... began dying. every day... one, two, or three, "yea, though i walk "through the valley of the shadow of death, "i shall fear no evil, for thou art with me." ( watch ticking ) is he all right? he's all right. finally, there were just the three of us-- james norton, myself, and george danton. danton was... waiting for us to die. but somehow-- i don't know-- we hung on. day after day he watched and waited. he knew he couldn't leave anyone alive who might tell what he'd done, and we were so weak, with a single kick of his boot, he could ha