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I have waited a long time for this moment.

With your help, I shall soon have all the power I need, and that meddling fool

Araka will no longer be able to protect you.

Let's meet, Monsieur Byrne.

The future, Monsieur Byrne.

Open your mind and show me the future.

Help!

Very good, Phileas.

But, uh, since when did we start using real ammunition?

As you know, my dear cousin, you don't encounter blanks on missions for the

British Secret Service.

Uh -huh.

Thank you, Rodney.

These exercises are just a game to me. You know you've left the service,

you? Give me a chance.

The rules of which I'm perfectly familiar with.

Yeah. And if I'd moved the other way? Your life is always at risk, Rebecca.

And if it's blanks you want, then perhaps you should change professions.

Like you.

Excuse me, sir.

What is it, Harry?

It's the bonnet, sir.

Yes, well, what about my father?

He... is... dead.

King Philippe IV established a new legal structure for the state.

A new legal structure.

And although he did lay violent hands upon the Pope and is responsible

ultimately for the removal of the papacy to Avignon, he was fair to the people.

The value of a coin was no longer determined by its weight, but by

Confidence of the people and the state.

Why then was he known as the Curse King?

Only to those without vision, the vision of the future.

To the more insightful, he was known as Philippe the Beautiful.

Isn't that right, Mr. Verne?

Yes.

Yes. By the time he was dead, France was the most prosperous kingdom

in Christendom.

It was a most fitting memorial service, Miss Fogg.

Our country will always be grateful to your guardian.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Miss Fogg, I want you to know there will always be a place for you.

Thank you, Prime Minister.

But I believe you already know that, um...

I could never again be a part of the Secret Service.

Should you ever reconsider?

I'm afraid that I share none of my father's ambitions.

Now that I'm head of the service, I shan't be running things in the same

as your guardian.

But I expect you to. Oh, yes.

I shall carry on as I always have, Sir Jonathan.

Good.

Now, your assignment.

Not a difficult one.

An invention known as an encryptor has gone missing from the Royal Academy of

Physics, along with its inventor, certain John Dickens.

And what did the encryptor do?

Nothing terribly remarkable.

But placed in or sold to the wrong hands, it could be helpful in

It's a matter of national security.

No, it's a matter of theft, Miss Fog. Rather petty theft at that. Nothing

Dickens was the most junior of technicians at the Academy. We've traced

Paris, where he knows exactly one person of any consequence.

A law professor at the Thorpe Bond called De Moranthe. I suspect you'll

there. He will, of course, be incognito.

Your Constance Knight, the law department's new assistant.

Yes, well, very well, then.

Miss Fogg, I didn't get a proper chance to offer you my condolences.

Oh.

Thank you very much, Sir Jonathan.

And I shall have a report on your desk in a week's time.

Do you have it?

Count Gregory, I... Do you have it?

Yes, Count.

Let me see it.

Ah, beauty.

The beauty of it.

Yes, Count, I was sure you would find it... Silence!

Does it work?

Oh, yes, Count.

It most certainly does.

Excellent.

Are you prepared, Professor Deacon? When the power source mechanism is

perfected, we'll be ready for Mr. Byrne.

Good.

There I go.

Feel my... presence, Arago.

I was condemned to a living hell, but now I shall have my revenge.

You've certainly increased the stakes for this.

Oh, Rago?

It's been a long time, Jewel. What are you doing here?

Housework studying.

I try to stop drawing.

I try to get myself and stop writing my plays.

But I can't.

My hand.

My hand has a life of its own.

Just today, I was designing, sewing in class.

It was imaginary.

And then suddenly it just tunneled. I could see it. I could hear it. I

could feel it.

And then it was gone. It seemed so real.

It was real.

Real? How could it have been real? I just meant that... You saw it. You heard

it. You could feel it. Well, yes, but...

You possess a rare gift you would kill for him. What?

Your play. What's it about?

It's almost feeding time.

May I help you?

Professor DeMoran, please.

Yes.

Who are you?

My name is Constance Knight.

I'm your new legal assistant.

I'm so sorry. I let myself in. The door was unlocked.

Miss Knight.

So, Oxford Law, was it?

Impressive.

Although I'm not precisely sure why we need another assistant.

What is your area of expertise?

Civil law.

Civil. Any lecturing experience?

Limited, I must admit.

Professor, how would you like...

Oh. This is Miss Knight.

The department's new assistant.

Jeanne de Fontenay.

How do you do?

Perhaps you should show Miss Knight around.

The university.

Of course.

And if you'd care to meet with me at the cafe when you're finished?

Miss Knight?

We can review your, um, responsibilities.

Oh, I should be delighted.

And, mademoiselle de Fontenay, please see to it...

But Monsieur Verne's notes are on my desk this evening.

I raise you... 50 pounds.

Why did you send Erasmus as well?

Your brother was an agent too.

It was my duty. We walked into an ambush.

I had been given false intelligence.

That is not good enough.

You were responsible, father.

Brilliant? Yes.

Yes. Beth. Thanks. I beg your pardon. Over here.

You're 50, and I shall raise you 30.

30, yes.

Very good idea.

I'll be making... Something...

What? Yes, what?

That is the question.

Ten. Two.

I didn't know anyone was watching.

Obviously.

Are you actually trying to get expelled?

No, no, of course not.

What is it exactly?

I'm not sure yet.

You shouldn't get so attached to things you're not sure about.

After all you have to think about your future.

The 15th of April, 1951, a second train line of 40 kilometers now linked the

suburbs to Paris.

What an imagination.

Yes, imagine if it were true.

Just think how much Ludo here could drink if he didn't have to walk home.

It will be true. Steam trains crossing Paris.

Now, how are you going to set this on stage, Jules?

There'll be no steam.

It'll be powered by a box of metal wires woven like a tiny city itself.

So it's true, then.

What'd they say?

Zorn is insane.

Some days the authorities will raid your garage with all those crazy designs.

Technology.

Take what? The man in straight jackets will come and take you and throw away

key.

We'll be beyond.

Oh,

yes. We'll have gone to the clouds.

We'll have flown to the clouds.

Isn't that right?

We'll look out to the moon.

We must leave, Jules.

Going to the moon.

this. Yes, that's part of it.

And I am sorry about it.

Phileas.

Phileas.

Phileas.

Aren't you even sorry?

Oh, but I am sorry, Phileas.

I am sorry that I ever put you in charge of that mission.

I don't understand you, Ergo. You told me before to nurture my ideas, now you

tell me to hide them, and I... You must trust me. I do trust you.

But can't I question you the way that you question me? You speak too freely.

There are those who... Who and what?

Now listen to me.

In this world, there are those who would stop at nothing. Now listen to me! No!

No, this time I'm going to take my own advice.

May I speak freely?

By all means.

I'm in agreement with you. I don't think the law department needs another

assistant. Well, I was just getting used to you.

Well, Mademoiselle de Fontenay seems to have things very much under control.

She mentioned that one of your colleagues, Mr. Dickens, might need some

assistance.

Mr. Dickens has nothing whatsoever to do with this law department.

Oh. What does he do? I suggest that while you are here, you refrain from

other employment and from gossiping with Mademoiselle de Fontenay.

As a matter of fact, Miss Knight, there is something I need you for.

Something requiring your special skills.

At the library?

Anything that you can find out about the case of Descamps versus the Republic?

Thank you.

Mom.

So, um, are we making any progress?

Don't forget who brought you here.

Perfect.

Although it's a pity to rebuild now. So sensitive.

We may have a small problem.

What? The sight of pain bothers you.

I, um, I have a new assistant.

Oh, female, I presume.

She has an inquiring mind.

Undoubtedly another problem.

And she's curious about you.

What about me?

I know no one in Paris, and no one should know of me.

Unless you've been talking.

Of course not.

She's English.

What did you tell her?

Nothing. I sent her to the library to get rid of her. She should be there at

least until tonight.

I shouldn't worry about it.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Yes, but isn't it what... The time you began to prepare for Mr. Verne's

Count Gregory will be healed soon.

Eliminate the problem.

Is it vision or is it multiplication?

It doesn't even matter. It's all so illusionary.

It's all an illusion.

Sean?

Sean, what are you doing?

Sean?

Jules Verne?

Where is he?

He's not here.

Yeah. Do you like what you see?

Yes.

How much?

A lot.

What's on your mind exactly?

Thoughtful?

Yes.

Would you do something for me?

Yes, I would anything

What

are

you doing here?

Oh, my God.

I want some answers, please, and rather quickly.

Who were those men?

What men?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, someone sent them.

Presumably somebody with rather more intelligence than you.

That was a question.

Vern is secured and ready for you, Count.

Good.

Good.

Do you mind, Phyllis?

No, absolutely not.

Save yourself, Elias. No.

No. Ben, go.

No.

Don't do this. Don't do this, Erasmus. No.

I suggest you kill him and save me the trouble.

Never mind.

Your game, Baron.

Yes, luck does seem to be running with me. Luck has always been with you.

Not always, my friend.

Destiny, perhaps.

Well, then some people are destined to win.

You know, I would place you in that category.

Ah, well, you mustn't confuse privilege with winning.

Eras was... was my brother.

He was my son too, Phileas.

And so was I.

Now get out.

Phileas. Sorry. Yeah.

It would appear that our game is at an end.

Shilling with Magna.

I'm sorry? Shilling with Magna, but you must retain the servants.

Phileas, you cannot risk your family home.

What family?

You've had title for only a matter of days.

All the more reason to let it ride.

My home for yours.

a good bet, Baron.

My home for your home.

Very well, Phileas.

Schillingworth Magna for the Aurora.

And Pespertou.

You'll need a navigator.

What a clever notion. They donate their brain cells to power the future.

Pain can be so sweet.

Jeanne.

No, Monsieur Verne.

Not Jeanne.

What's it, Mr. Byrne?

Think.

The future, Mr. Byrne.

Show me the future.

More.

Give me it.

Arado!

You will not win this battle, Count.

This battle?

You wish to speak of battles?

Look at me!

I have no need, I remember.

You are lost.

Lost in your world of darkness.

My world will become the world once I have extracted what I need.

The wonders of the future will be mine.

Careful or wrong?

He should destroy his mind forever.

Pertence. My luck has apparently changed.

That's part two.

Attend to Mr. Fogg.

He's your master now.

Good luck, Julius.

Thank you, my friend.

Oh, and, uh... Thank you, Pespert, too.

For everything.

No one can fight this battle for you, Jules. Increase the power.

Only you can defeat him. You must not show him your mind.

Close it off. Get him, you imbecile! Throw out your thoughts.

No! You will not do this!

You must stifle your ideas. I will not! Your imagination.

It is your mind he wants. The mind I shall have. Think of yourself.

No, no.

The future Jews burn.

The future.

You will not trick me, Arago.

More! More fire!

You are too late, Arago. No.

The images have been recorded with the encryptor. It is much more than

encryption, Count.

The future is mine!

The future will never be yours.

Passport 2.

Yes, Martha.

Goodbye.

We feel comfort in the knowledge that Phileas Fogg can still be counted on. If

discreetly, Your Majesty.

Of course.

It was a worthwhile sacrifice, Baron.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Coachman. Yes, sir.

Sir.

You really do know how to fly this thing?

Oh, yes, Master.

Is it necessary to remain at the controls all the time?

No, Master.

Excellent.

In that case, will you be so kind as to bring me a glass of claret?

Of course, Master.

Thank you.

You are a teeny fool, Arago.

You will rip apart the fabric of the universe.

You must find your strength.

The future is yours, Jules Verne.

You must not let him see it.

No!

Stop! Stop!

Victor, uncle, you will burn in hell.

No, count.

You have been denied.

You must face your own truth.

Stop her.

You have not seen the last of me, Victor.

Was it a nightmare, Arago?

I can't... Yes, it was a nightmare.

But it's over now.

I want to continue with my place, Arago.

I think nothing of the future.

Sleep, Jude.

You will need your rest.

For you, that was just the beginning.

And for now, my time here is finished.

I shall possess his mind, Aragog.

Not difficult to find that, Miss Fogg.

Matter of petty theft.

You know what, Pothpatu?

What, Master?

I have a feeling that our adventures are only just beginning.