All language subtitles for Around the World in 80 Days - Part 3.eng

Thank you, ma'am.

Say what you will about Fogg,

his rescue of their prince has miraculously healed
our relations with the Burmese government,

just when those relations were coming apart.

A remarkable display of true English character, ma'am.

Tell me, sir, would you make
a hero out of a bank thief?

- Certainly not.
- Gentlemen,

Mr. Fogg cannot escape British justice.

No, that would be wrong.

- Hear, hear!
- Hear, hear!

- Hear, hear!
- But under these trying circumstances,

can't there be some graceful way out of this,

for the sake of our burmese relations,

and for avoiding the dreadful disappointment
it would bring to our British subjects?

Your Majesty, I think we have
a solution to our problem.

We've just had word of Mr. Fogg.

Yes?

Lost at sea, Your Majesty.

The Chinese Sea.

All hands were lost.

There are no survivors, ma'am.

Indeed.

Lost?

What a very great pity.

Lost?

Frightful.

Well, here you are, sir, a warrant for
the arrest of one Phileas Fogg.

At last!

It was sent here on the mere chance
this fellow might reach Yokohama.

Yes, if only the authorities had shown
the same zeal earlier on.

What a damn shame you can't arrest him right here.

The papers of extradition from the Japanese
would take months, of course.

Do you know where he is?

Now, I know where he will be.

On his way to to San Francisco.

If my calculations are correct, Passepartout...
No, thank you...

at 12 knots we shall cross the Pacific in 21 days,

in time to catch the Central Pacific
from San Francisco.

Oh, right on schedule.

From San Francisco to New York
on the 26th of September,

New York to London by the 5th of October.

London!

And I never thought I would see it again.

I should arrive at the club several hours
before I'm due there. Hm.

Then, of course, there is the matter of the princess.

Yes, uh, she has been acting most peculiarly lately.

She isn't coming to dinner?

No, not hungry.

I have noticed too, Monsieur, a strange melancholy.

You have seen the way she looks at you?

Looks at me?

Yes.

- I wasn't aware of any...
- Monsieur,

I'm of the opinion that she...

I believe that she harbors emotions for you
other than gratitude.

What are you talking about?

We French would call it "une affaire de cœur",

an affair of the heart.

You mean to say...

Oui, Monsieur.

No. No.

- Utter nonsense.
- Is it?

Well,

of course, I admit I do have a deep abiding
affection for the Princess, but...

I don't think I've ever given her
any reason to believe that...

well, that...

Well, on the contrary, I think
I've made it quite clear that...

No. No. You must be mistaken.

Perhaps.

I think I know what it is.

She's homesick.

- Homesick?
- Yes.

Yes. Well, that would explain
the whole thing, wouldn't it?

Oui, Monsieur.

"Her teeth glitter between her lips

"like dewdrops in a passion flowers
half enveloped breast

beneath the silken folds of a tunic."

Oh, here you are.

I... I couldn't find you anywhere.

These... These past few weeks have been...

I believe they've aroused a most
peculiar feeling within me.

- Oh?
- Yes. You see,

you've preoccupied my thoughts in many ways.

Oh, that is to say, um,

your resourcefulness, your... your knowledge
of the world at large, your... your courage...

Do you think a young woman with a bit of
knowledge and courage to be remarkable?

What... What I mean to say is, um...

- well, that is, I... I don't mean, um...
- What do you mean, Phileas?

What I have to say is far more difficult for me
than I ever thought possible.

Indeed,

perhaps

more so than going around the world.

I...

Oh dear, how can I ever put this?

Try, Phileas.

The point is, I...

I'm a very private sort of man. You see,

I've never felt it necessary to...

to reveal myself to anyone.

In point of fact,

I've always felt incapable of expressing
my true feelings to others.

You are not alone. Many others have that problem.

- They do?
- Yes, of course.

Still,

a very private man.

A man...

completely set in his ways.

A man who has...

lived alone for most of his life,

and finds that arrangement quite satisfactory.

I see.

I would never presume to speculate what
your feelings are towards me, but...

as for myself I...

I could never contemplate a liaison with anyone.

It was Shakespeare who said, I believe:

Love...

is nothing else...

but an insatiate thirst...

of enjoying a greedily desired object.

Do you feel any less private now?

- What are you afraid of, Phileas?
- Nothing.

Nothing at all.

That is,

we shall be parting when we get to England, and...

we will still remain good friends, I trust.

Friends?

Yes.

Oh.

Oh, forgive me, I...

I...

- I don't know what came over me. I...
- You don't?

Oh, I'm profoundly ashamed of myself

to have taken advantage of a...

a simple affectionate moment like this.
I do apologize.

And now that we understand each other, I'm...

I'm very grateful that we had this little chat.

- Chat?
- Yes, quite.

You have your emotions under control now?

Yeah, I do now, thank heavens.

What a pity.

I beg your pardon?

God help Phileas Fogg, should he ever be carried away.

How awful that would be,

to allow something so uncontrollable
to enter your punctual head.

Good night, Phileas.

I must hurry off to bed, or I
might be late for breakfast.

I may even forego it altogether.

Good evening.

There'll be so much to tell that you'll never know.

Good evening.

Right this way.

Pardon me.

Could I have to check your pistols, please, sir?

Excuse me.

Please, right this way.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir. Good evening.

I... I have the information, Monsieur.

The train leaves tomorrow morning at 7.

- Did you secure the tickets?
- Oui, Monsieur,

but we cannot have a compartment

until we reach a place called Omaha.

There we will try to cha... change...

- If you'll excuse me a moment, Monsieur.
- Mm.

Would you care to dance?

You? You dance?

I have a certificate in

ballroom proficiency at the Gardner's Folk School
of the Arts in Bletched-on-Stoke.

Of course, I was only 12 at the time, but...

I don't believe one forgets these things, hm?

Shall we have a go?

Oh Lord, look at that.

Huh?

Her.

Jesse.

Well, I tell you, I got to have that.

We're not looking for trouble.

Got to.

You.

I'm cuttin' in.

I beg your pardon?

I'm taking over. Move.

Look here,

I'm a stranger to your country and
not familiar with your customs,

but if the young lady does not wish to dance
with you, I must ask you to leave us alone.

Do you want trouble?

I never seek it out, sir.

- I never shrink from it, either.
- Move!

Sir,

I resent your tone of voice.

You're going to be a corpse if you
don't get out of the way.

I equally resent your choice of words.

Now,

if you would excuse us, please.

Unhand me, sir!

- No!
- He's got a gun!

Should you wish to continue this,
I suggest that we go outside.

And I trust Queensberry rules will be observed.

Someday,

- you and me are gonna meet up again.
- Hm.

I shall welcome the opportunity
to thrash you once more.

To that end, sir, may I ask your name?

- James.
- James?

Jesse.

Well, Mr. James Jesse,

I can only hope that you're not representative
of the American character.

Come on.

Good evening, Mr. Jesse.

- Jesse.
- I will see you again!

Thank you for your support, Passepartout,
but it wasn't necessary.

I also attended the
Harpswell-Brixen Academy of Pugilism.

- Shall we?
- Now?

Why not? I've never felt better in my entire life.

- Well, all right.
- Bring a porter here, please.

- Did he say what the errant was?
- No,

only that it was something we would need for the trip.

Aboard!

All aboard!

Oh, I say...

- What's the matter?
- Look, it's Mr. Fix.

- Hello, good morning.
- Good morning, good morning.

- And a lovely morning it is, is it not?
- Yes, indeed. You're going East?

East, West, I just love to travel, that's all.

Unless it's by rickshaw or rowboat.
I draw the line there.

- Yes.
- Aboard!

All aboard!

- Are you waiting for someone?
- Yes, Passepartout.

Oh! Oh.

Three minutes.

Monsieur! Monsieur!

Look, you're in the paper, Monsieur. You are a hero.

- I beg your pardon?
- Just see, Monsieur.

- "The notorious gunman..."
- Oh, James Jesse, that scoundrel.

Aboard!

Never mind that, Passepartout.

I must tell you that, quite frankly, your
lack of punctuality is getting out of hand.

- Where the devil have you been?
- I will show you.

Look! Voilà!

I bought them at bargain prices, Monsieur.
Now we are prepared.

Now they will never dare to attack us.

- Who?
- Indians.

We're entering the untamed West.

Indians.

- Oh.
- Oh!

Come.

Now come on, man, out with it, out with it.

Phileas Fogg is still alive, Sir.

How can you be certain?

The British consul in Yokohama sent word out days ago,

but the telegraphic service there, Sir, has been
interrupted by a power failure in Japan,

- and so we just found out yesterday.
- Found out what?

Phileas Fogg arrived in Yokohama
with an Indian princess

- and detective Fix.
- Fix?

- Fix?
- Uh, yes, Sir.

And all three of them got on board a steamship
bound for San Francisco.

I tell you, McBaines,

it gives one heart. Ha.

Sir?

Fix, steadfast to the last.

If ever a servant of the government

should be knighted for his services.

He is a private detective, Sir.

Quite so.

Makes me proud to be an Englishman.

Oh, yes, Sir.

Fix.

Detective Fix, haha, God bless you.

The Central Pacific to Ogden.

The Union Pacific to Omaha.

Coast to coast 3,786 miles in total.

Estimated time schedule:
7 days, 5 hours, and 32 minutes.

Any questions?

- How many days do we have left?
- 18.

- Good. Now then, let us begin. Shall we?
- Not now.

Right.

Hear me now, Jesse.

You just keep low for a while.

Let things cool off.

I plan to, Frank.

When you get to Omaha, give my love to Zee.

Yeah, will do.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Is it loaded?

Of course.

We must learn how to use them
if we are to shoot Indians.

Why?

Why learn?

Why must you shoot Indians?

Because, uh...

Ah!

I see what you mean.

You think I speak of India Indians, but no.
No, no, no, no.

Not India Indians. It is American Indians.

You want to kill them?

Do you not think they have been killed enough already?

Pardon?

Have they not been killed and starved and made
miserable by the people who invaded their country,

just as my own countrymen were invaded by the British?

No, I do not blame the Indian
for defending his homeland.

You will, please, put the gun away.

Point well taken, Passepartout.

I do hope, however, you intend no
grave reflection upon the British.

We do, after all, bespeak a civilized society
throughout the world,

- whereas these Americans...
- Beef pie! Hardtack! Chicken!

- No.
- No, thanks.

Beef pie! Hardtack! Chicken!

- No.
- No.

- Beef Pie...
- Excuse me, sir.

I should like one of your local pheasants.

Uh, with a little touch of sage, perhaps.

We can all share.

Beef pie! Hardtack! Chicken!

It is chicken, Monsieur.

And by the look of it, it must've had
a long and difficult life.

And quite an unpleasant death.

Well, now,

what have we got here?

Mister,

I think you and me got something to settle up.

You armed?

Of course not.

Take your pick.

Do I assume here that you demand satisfaction
over our encounter last evening?

Take your pick.

That's very kind of you,

but my servant has brought along several weapons.

I'm certain one of them will do.

We'll settle this at the next stop, then.

Stop? I have no intention of stopping anywhere.

If you wish to engage in a duel, sir, I see no reason
why we can't settle the matter here and now,

on the move, as we are.

Monsieur,

tell him it was a mistake.

You must! Tell him!

- What's going on here?
- Keep out of this.

You don't talk to me like that. Oh, you!

Not to worry, sir, it's all right.

Although we intend to settle a certain matter here,
we have no intention of delaying this train.

Passepartout,

my weapon, if you please.

Mister,

I don't know who you are,

but anybody who puts up a gun at Jesse James,
he's a dead man.

Oh?

I take it, sir, you are proficient in small arms fire?

He could take you blindfolded at 50 yards.

Oh, Phileas!

- You talk too much! Now let's get started.
- No!

Okay, everybody out.

- Out, out, come on, next car. You too, lady.
- Phileas!

- Out, get into the next car. Out! Out!
- Not here!

- All passengers must follow my instructions.
- Oh, my God!

Gentlemen,

if you will please to stand back to back
in the middle of the car.

- Get her away from the van, please.
- Let go.

Is there no one who would...

All right, I'm gonna count to five.

At the count of five, each man will start to the
far end of the car where you turn and fire.

Understand?

Hell, let's get at it.

May the best man win. Whichever body falls first,
that body will be removed from the body of the train.

Ready, gentlemen?

- Ready.
- I'm ready.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Indians!

Oh, hold it. Where is everyone?

Oh, my God. Thank God I'm a light sleeper.

Passepartout! Passepartout! Passepartout!

Oh! Oh, my God!

I thought you was an arrow. What are you doing here?

Passepartout! Passepartout!

What a cowardly act.

No, Monsieur. The guns! You put them under the seat.

- I gave you one, now all the rest have gone.
- Gone?

- Someone has stolen them.
- No.

I hid them.

Mon Dieu!

May you never have the blood
of an Indian on your hands.

My dear, don't you think you're being just a little
short-sighted considering that they are presently...

Stay down!

There's an army fort up ahead.

- If we can signal them, we have a chance.
- Oh, please do.

We've got to reach the engineer,

have him blast the steam whistle.

Somebody's gotta crawl up the locomotive.

Crawl?

On top of the carriages.

Oh, well, I shall undertake that at once.

No, Monsieur,

forgive me if I upset myself, but it is I, Monsieur,
that have the acrobatic experience.

You will not deny this, no?

- You may go.
- I go at once.

Jolly good.

Keep your head down, Passepartout.

What the devil...

Oh, listen!

Don't you hear?

Ah!

- Come on.
- Oh.

Oh, God bless our boys in blue!

- All right, Mr. Fix?
- Yeah.

All right, then. Off we go.

- Well done, Well done.
- Captain Lacey at your service. Any casualties?

- A few minor bruises, Captain, nothing more.
- Thank God.

Yeah, and whatnot.

The engine! Where's the engine?

Captain?

The Indians appear to have stolen the locomotive.

Indeed, where's Passepartout?

Oh, look over there.

Ah, Passepartout, there you are.

Passepartout, well done. Let me
give you a hug. Well done.

- That crazy engine, it would not stop.
- Oh, never mind, never mind.

As you're not an engineer, we can
hardly blame you for that.

But what have I done to you? We are stranded
here on the savage American prairie.

- No, we shall press on.
- How?

There is no other transportation, Monsieur.

Well, who could have foreseen the
Indian attack? Uh, I mean...

Mr. Fix, as far as I'm concerned,
the unforeseen does not exist.

Come along!

Oh, wait for me!

I wonder.

Yeah?

If we had continued exactly according to schedule,

we would have arrived in New York 12 hours
before the departure of the boat to Liverpool.

We are now exactly 20 hours behind, so...

12 from 20 is 8.

Eh?

We've only eight hours to regain as we sit here.

Yes, but we're not sitting in a train, are we?

Excuse me,

are you in need of transportation?

- Yes we are.
- For what purpose?

- In order to leave here.
- Oh! Oh, yeah!

Allow me, gentlemen, to introduce myself.

- Mudge is the name. Benjamin.
- Yeah, yeah.

Well, for those in urgent necessity
of moving on, it's...

- catastrophic.
- Yes, it is.

- Yes, indeed.
- Yeah.

You have something in mind, sir?

Meat and cheese. Yeah, cheese and meat.

I haul it in monthly from Omaha,

and I haven't paid those railroad thieves
one thin dime.

Do you know how much they charge
for freight per pound?

- Haven't a clue.
- How many have you got?

I beg your pardon?

Well, how many in your party? Your party.

- Um, uh, four.
- Four.

Uhuh, and for four it, uh...

What do you weigh, sir?

That would be 360 dollars and 96 cents.

You mean you have transportation?

Yes, to Omaha!

- Thank you very much.
- Yes.

- Excuse me, sir, can we buy the tickets on board?
- Everybody does.

- How much are they, conductor?
- Depends on where you're going.

New York. Uh...

What time do you have, conductor?

- Precisely 12.30 p.m.
- Correct, sir.

We have a boat leaving New York Harbor
tomorrow night at 8 p.m.

All aboard!

We should arrive at 6.30. Are we on schedule?

For 20 years.

- I beg your pardon?
- For 20 years. Haven't lost a second yet.

We can absolutely depend on that?

Have a wonderful trip.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Depends on where you've been.

Last call!

All aboard!

Now, what now?

Unfortunately,

Bradshaw's timetable of Transatlantic steamer
shows the next departure two days hence.

Perhaps...

Yes?

We could find a cargo ship as we did in Hong Kong.

My very thought.

- Going to Liverpool?
- Why not?

We're at one of the world's largest seaports.
Ships from all over the world.

Now then I suggest that, um...

you and Passepartout make your inquiries
west of the Hudson and the...

princess and I will make our search
on the eastern docks.

You want us to split up? Now?

We are pressed for time, sir.

In 11 days I have to be, must be, in London.

We have no other course.

We shall meet back here on this exact spot in two
hours time. Passepartout, thank you very much.

Come on..

I feel like following him.

Why?

He may never come back.

Monsieur promised he would be here in two hours,

and he's word like that of all English gentlemen

is as good as his bond.

I wish I could be sure.

May I inquire, sir, is this ship about to leave?

At dawn.

With the passengers in evening dress?

A bon voyage party.

Mr. Vanderbilt always has a party
before leaving for Europe.

- Europe?
- Liverpool.

Uh, would that be, uh, Cornelius Vanderbilt?

Himself.

Well, my dear,

I think perhaps we've found it.

Do you think Mr. Vanderbilt would
accept any passengers?

No.

- Then how can we...
- The situation demands that we stow away.

- Oh, Phileas!
- I know. I don't like it either.

I don't like it one bit. Smacks of dishonesty.

But we simply have no other choice.

What about Mr. Fix and Passepartout?

Well, we'll owe them an apology and
an explanation the next we meet.

I'm certain they'll understand.

Well, come along, my dear.

- Ah, good evening.
- Good evening, Sir.

I am Mr. Phileas Fogg, and this charming lady here
is the Princess Aouda of Pillaji, India.

I don't believe I...

Forgive me, Sir, you're not on my list.

How odd. Huh.

Cornelius insisted that I bring the Princess
with me, as he so wanted to meet her.

Well, uh...

please inform him that I did arrive, but obviously
some clerk has made an unfortunate mistake.

Under the circumstances, Sir,

I'm certain that Mr. Vanderbilt would
wish you to come aboard.

Thank you so much.

- Your hat, Sir?
- Oh, thank you very much.

- Hors d'oeuvre, Sir?
- No, thank you.

Are you having fun?

- Yes, of course.
- Phileas?

Hm? Yes?

Your chin is twitching.

Really?

I have never, ever, in my whole life,
willingly and deliberately lied before.

I fear it's left me profoundly shaken.

So nice to see you again, Cornelius.

Oh, well, shall we?

Mr. Vanderbilt awaits.

Ah, Mr. Vanderbilt.

You're looking very fit, sir.

- I don't remember...
- Fogg.

- Phileas Fogg.
- Oh, yes.

And the Princess Aouda of Pillaji, India.

Enchanting.

Captain Phillips.

How do you do, sir?

Well, I must say, Mr. Vanderbilt, the...

Princess and I certainly wish you
a very happy voyage, sir.

Thank you.

Phileas,

your chin is twitching again.

Yes, I know. Thank you very much.

What are we going to do when they've discovered
that we've stayed on board?

We shall simply tell them that, um...

that, uh...

we had one too many.

We became intoxicated and...

Cheers.

I must say, Phileas,

for someone who never lies,

you are very clever at it.

Now it's two hours and ten minutes.

Where are they?

- They will be here.
- Oh, yeah, of course they will.

Of course, he could've been lying to us,
couldn't he? Huh!

The Monsieur? What are you saying?

He has never once lied in his whole life!

Well, what is it?

That man we spoke to, Fogg...

You don't remember his name?

No.

Several weeks ago, you made a wager
in Bermuda, if you recall,

that a Mr. Phileas Fogg would not make it
around the world in 80 days.

Fogg?

- That's the same man?
- The same.

You made a wager of $ 5,000, Sir, and
here we are leaving for Liverpool.

I believe they intend to stow away.

Well, we can't let that happen, can we, Captain?

With your permission, Sir, I'll deal
with the matter at once.

Please.

In there I was quite scared myself.

- When...
- Excuse me, sir.

Would you come with me, please?

Excuse us, please.

This way, sir.

- Phileas!
- What's the meaning of this? What are you doing?

Unhand that woman!

Sie, Sie sehen ja nichts.

- What, you did say you could swim?
- Yes!

Splendid, I can't.

Hold still.

- Don't struggle, Phileas. Relax.
- Okay.

- Relax.
- Okay.

That's it.

Extraordinary.

- What?
- You.

What?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing.

What do you say to that, eh?

Something must've happened.

Yes, it has, and I'll tell you what it is.

Both of them are on their way to Canada by now.

I'll never forgive myself for having neglected
my duty after having travelled

over halfway round the world in order to...

To what?

Yes, indeed.

Oh, listen.

There's a noise there, is it?

Oh, Monsieur, I knew it. I knew you would be back.

But...

- But the...
- What's the matter?

The boat, it is so small!

- Small?
- To cross the Atlantic.

Good heavens, cross the Atlantic
in a rowing boat? Are you mad?

Well, have you found a steamer, then?

We did.

Oh, that's wonderful.

It wasn't. They threw us overboard.

And you, Passepartout?

I take it you had no luck?

- Nothing.
- Well, that's not quite right.

They did tell us of a small cargo ship
leaving for Bordeaux.

Bordeaux?

- Is it leaving tonight?
- Yea... No, no, it'll be early tomorrow morning.

But it is no good.

Bordeaux is on the wrong side of the English Channel.

One step at a time, Passepartout, one step at a time.

Come on.

- No, sir. Stand by to cast off.
- Aye aye, Sir. Ready to cast off!

But, sir, it's important that we get to Liverpool.

The answer is no, sir.

We're bound for Bordeaux, and Bordeaux it'll be.

- But you have no cargo and...
- We're going in ballast, sir.

...and you have no passengers.

I never have passengers.

Captain, I will pay you to take us to Liverpool.

Absolutely not.

Who is the owner of this vessel?

Perhaps he will listen to reason.

Well, sir, it just so happens you are speaking
to the owner of this vessel,

and I tell you, we are going to Bordeaux.

- Jenks, whenever you're ready, we'll get underway.
- Aye, aye, Captain.

Captain?

Would you consider then, sir, taking us to Bordeaux?

I would not take you to Bordeaux, sir,
if you were to pay me $ 2,000.

I will pay you 2,000.

- What?
- 2,000, as you wish.

A piece.

As you wish.

Are you mad?

No, Captain, we are simply anxious to leave.

Bordeaux.

- 120 guineas, please.
- 120 dagegen.

- 20 guineas against.
- 50 against, please.

He just might make it.

It's confirmed.

He's transported to New York on the
Pittsburgh-Fort Wayne-Chicago Railway.

Arriving in New York is one thing,
getting out again, another.

What's that?

Ferguson of The Times made inquiries.

There's only one passenger ship that could possibly
bring him to the shores of England on time.

- And?
- He's not aboard.

By Jove.

So, unless he can swim the Atlantic, we've got him.

We've got him.

It's almost a shame.

Poor fellow. He tried so dreadfully hard.

Well, excuse me, but you people are gonna have to
go below. I wanna keep this deck clear for the crew.

More than happy to comply, sir,

when this hand is finished.

How soon, Monsieur?

Any moment now.

- You're playing with fire, Fogg.
- Mr. Fix,

I've crossed Paris at war,

the Swiss Alps,

the jungles of India and Burma,

I've rickshawed through China, and when reaching
America, undertaken a duel with a Mr. James Jesse.

Do you really think I intend to give up now?

Ah, trumps.

Ah! What is this?

- Come on, Sir!
- No! Let go off me!

Mr. Jenks, come to your minds! Simply... Ah!

- It's all right, Sir!
- Help me!

Let me out!

Thank you...

- very much.
- Thank you.

This is mutiny and all, pure and simple.

Mr. Fogg will take responsibility.

He knows what he's doing.

Well done, Mr. Jenks, well done indeed.

Gentlemen,

we're now heading a course for Liverpool
at full steam.

By my calculations we should make the
crossing from this point in 7 days.

Keep up the good work.

I must get to London in just over one week's time.

Aye aye, Sir! All right, men, back to work.

Come in.

Oh, uh...

forgive me for intruding, but I, um...

Well, that is, um...

Are you all right?

Yes.

I didn't see you all afternoon on deck, and, uh...

it occurred to me that perhaps
we ought to have another, um...

Chat?

Yes.

The thought came to me this morning that, uh...

as we near my homeland, uh...

you must be getting quite homesick for yours.

No.

No?

No.

Oh.

Is that all you wish to say?

Aouda,

you seem so very...

melancholy.

- Is there something wrong?
- Wrong?

What could possibly be wrong?

I mean, we shall both be reaching our destination
shortly, and that will be the end of it.

We shall say goodbye.

I dare say you remember Sir Francis Commarty.

Yes.

Before he left us, he gave me a slender volume
of Indian poetry.

One of the passages has lodged itself
in my memory, and I...

I hope you don't find this shocking.

I'm listening.

It goes...

Beneath her long silken lashes,

the purest reflections of a celestial light

swim in the black pupils of her great clear eyes,

as in the sacred lakes of the Himalayas.

How very lovely.

Why should I be shocked?

Because,

whenever I think of this passage,

I think only of you.

My dearest Aouda,

I do know this,

that I care for you more than any person
I have ever known.

But the very thought of...

Yes?

It's too late for me.

It's too late for me to even attempt to impose my
rigid way of life on someone other than a servant.

No.

No.

Perhaps you could change, Phileas.

There are those people who can change their lives,

but I fear I'm not among them.

No,

I am not the one for you, my dear Aouda.

I would that I were.

Someday, Phileas,

someday you are going to be even
lonelier than you are now.

Could I have a word, Sir?

Yes, of course, Mr. Jenks.

You're gonna have to make a decision very soon.

Oh? What sort of decision?

Since New York, we've been keeping up on full steam.

Yes, I know.

We could've gotten to Bordeaux on short steam,
but not like this.

Just, exactly, what are you trying to say, Mr. Jenks?

Your coal, Sir, is giving out soon.

We'll have to go on very short steam now.

It'll take a couple of more days.

That is the decision you present me with?

Yes, Sir.

- Mr. Jenks...
- Yes, Sir?

I want you to feed those boilers,

and keep the coal burning at full steam
until it's exhausted.

Yes, Sir.

Bring the captain on deck.

- Now?
- Now.

Don't say a word.

Captain.

Traitor!

- Pirate! Picaroon!
- Good afternoon, Captain.

I do want to apologize for any inconvenience.

You will pay for this, sir.

Precisely what I had in mind.

I should like to purchase your ship.

Never! By all the devils, you shall not, sir.

Captain, I regret to say that purchased or not,

I'm obliged to burn her.

- What did you say?
- The upper part of her, at least.

You see, the coal has given out.

Burn my ship? A ship worth...

- 20,000 dollars?
- In pounds, that's, um... I'll give you 30.

- What did you say?
- I'll give you 30.

- Monsieur!
- Quiet, Passepartout.

You will give me 30,000 dollars?

It's yours.

Oh, damn, damn, damn!

May I speak with you, Sir? Private.

This is not easy for me, Sir.

See,

I am an honest man, and...

I cannot deceive you.

This ship is...

is more than 20 years old. I probably
couldn't get more than 15.

Sold.

My God! Thank you, sir! Um...

You are now the new owner of the Henrietta.

Thank you very much, Sir. My first order
will be to tear her apart.

- Mr. Jenks!
- What?

- Yes, sir?
- I want you to chop up everything that's wood.

- Everything?
- Frames, bulkheads, bunks, seats, tables, everything.

Holy moly.

There's not much left now, Sir, but the wheelhouse.

Tear it down.

And when it's gone?

We've 47 miles left to Liverpool.

That's all we need.

Yes, Sir.

- Anything, Monsieur?
- Not yet.

Everything is gone.

There's nothing left to burn.

What's that?

What?

Wait.

Wait a moment!

It's a seagull, Monsieur?

No. No, by heaven, it is not!

Land?

England, my friends. England.

I have 12 hours in which to reach London.

We can make it easily, Monsieur. You have won.

Mr. Fogg, excuse me, Sir.

Uh, but would you be so kind as to tell me
what's to become of the Henrietta?

It's all yours, Sir.

Oh, thank you, Sir.

You're a true gentleman, Sir.

Mr. Fogg?

Yes?

That is Mr. Phileas Fogg?

Yes, what is it, Mr. Fix?

We are once again on British soil, sir.

We are indeed, sir.

I arrest you in the name of the law.

I beg your pardon?

Now, it is incumbent on me to hand you this warrant.

No!

Robbery? Bank of England?

I am a detective, sir.

Good heavens!

Always have been.

Just a detective trying to do his duty.

And now, sir, if you'll accompany me to the
customs house. You'll be held there in custody

until such a time as you are transferred to London.

No! You cannot! Not now!

He will lose the wager!

- Mr. Fogg...
- No!

Passepartout, stop that!

Stop that! Let him go! Do you hear me?

Mr. Fix...

Detective Fix, if you don't mind, sir.

If you represent the law,

then I have no other course than to come with you.

This way.

Excuse me, Sir?

It's 10:30, McBaines.

I'm having my tea!

Yeah, but it is urgent, Sir.

Dammit, it's always urgent.

Bring him in!

- I would like you to meet Mr. Folkestone, Sir.
- Please, call me Hal!

He has a notion, well, he is
under the impression, Sir,

- that he is Henry IV.
- Hal!

But his identification proves otherwise.

Have you interrupted my tea
in order to introduce me to a lunatic?

Have a look at this, Sir. Look inside.

- You'll find there are £ 55,000 in banknotes.
- What? Oh, my God!

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!

Are these genuine?

- They're more than that, Sir.
- More?

I have identified these banknotes, Sir, as the
very same that were taken from this bank.

Yeah, and if Mr. Folkestone does think
that he is Henry IV,

well, I can readily assure you, Sir,

he is our bank thief.

Stop him!

Brave swords, stout hearts, fight on!

Feed the troops! Fight on!

Cry God for England, Harry and St. George!

Oh.

Well, Harry, I think it's about
mocking up to all the others.

I hope so. It's been a long day and I'm tired.

Come on.

It's over now, Princess.

No question about it.

There is no time.

Somehow I...

I feel that I have failed him.

No.

Blaming yourself won't help.

I did not realise, until this moment,

how much this meant to me.

All right.

- Right.
- Scoundrel! Wretch!

- Easy now!
- Mec! Cochon!

Come on, hurry up!

You're free! You're free!

Phileas Fogg, you are free!

- Mr. Fix, please.
- I beg your pardon.

Get a hold of yourself.

There's been a mistake. It's really quite dreadful.

But the bank robber has given himself up.
Positively identified, and therefore...

you're free!

Mr. Fix,

are you saying that now,

after you've kept me here in this room
for over four hours,

I am free to leave?

Yes, you're free.

When is your next express train to London?

You've just missed it, sir.

- The next one's at six.
- No.

No, no, no, no, that won't do at all.

Uh, tell me, do you have any special trains
that can be hired for a single occasion?

We've got two locomotives, sir, the
Shirley Rose and the Dewdrop, but...

but it costs you a fortune.

I'll pay for it, whatever the price.

You'll have to go to Stockport
to get the locomotive, sir.

Notify the engineer immediately.

Tell him there's a generous reward if he
can reach London within 5 hours.

Yes. Yes, Sir!

Stop!

Stop! Wait for me!

Wait for me!

That's better.

Right.

How dare you?

How dare you put your face in front of us?

Sir, whatever you may be thinking, I'm
a man of honor and a true professional.

If you want to know the whole truth,
I've just lost £ 2,000.

- I beg your pardon?
- £ 2,000.

That was the extent of the reward, wasn't it?

Well, now there won't be a reward, will there?

I've gone all the way around the world, for nothing!

It serves you well.

It serves you right, you mean?

That is what I said.

Oh, furthermore I was going to get married.

Yes, it's... Oh, oh, look at this.

This is, uh...

Miss, uh...

Mildred Hepsworth, my Shropshire lass.

We had a cottage all picked out,

thatched and all.

Now all my dreams have been shattered to smithereens.

No, Sir, you may very well have
victory within your grasp,

but there'll be no victory for Detective Fix.

Derailed, huh.

Can't do much without winch and crane.

You mean they haven't got one?

Oh, aye, we've sent for one.

Should be here within an hour or two.

Oh, can't we get around this somehow?

Oh, she's a beauty, that Shirley Rose,
but she ain't much good without tracks.

Onwards.

Oh, wait for me!

Driver, stop!

- Hooo!
- Stop, driver!

We are too late!

My condolences.

To come so very close...

Indeed.

Indeed.

Drive on.

Um...

Passepartout.

Monsieur?

Would you, please, show the Princess our guest room?

But of course, Monsieur.

No breakfast,

no lunch,

no dinner,

not a word.

Silence.

We must do something.

Yes, you're quite right.

I will break down the door.

Even if he takes the damage out of my salary,

I must still take that risk.

No, stay back, I'll go.

Mon Dieu!

Monsieur, may I be of service?

I should like to have a moments conversation
with the Princess Aouda.

The door is unlocked.

Oui, Monsieur.

Speak to him. Do something!

Come in, my dear, come in.

Please, sit down, my dear.

These last few hours, I...

I've been going over in my mind events of
not only the last 80 days, but my entire life.

I've reached an inescapable conclusion.

My life's been a total waste.

- Oh, Phileas...
- It's true.

The ingrained habits of my existence have squandered
my life, and I've gained nothing in exchange.

- I have no real friends and...
- But you do!

Here.

You see this clock on the mantle?

There sits Phileas Fogg,

a punctual machine.

Indeed,

a machine that has now...

failed the ultimate test of punctuality.

And for that, I should feel desolate.

But I don't.

In point of fact, I feel...

I feel that there has to be more to life
than a membership in the Reform Club,

there has to be more to living than
the temperature of one's bath...

These 80 days have not been in vain.

They've allowed me to meet a person with whom I should
very much like to share the remaining years of my life.

If you could somehow find it in your heart
to overlook my many faults,

then I would be bold enough to ask you to be my wife.

- Oh, Phileas...
- Before you answer

I must tell you that I am penniless.

- I have only a few pounds left.
- Do you really think that matters to me?

My prospects are questionable, to say the least.

But I'm still of sound mind and body,

and I will do my very best to provide for you
in any way that I can.

Her eyes,

her lovely eyes,

as in the sacred lakes of the Himalayas.

Could you...

Would you consider my proposal?

Yes.

Oh, yes.

Passepartout?

Monsieur! Here! I am here!

Congratulations! Congratulations!

I want you to go at once to the house
of the Reverend Samuel Smythe

and notify him that the Princess and I wish to be
married in the morning at his convenience.

At once, Monsieur!

At once!

Ah.

Monsieur, uh, if you please,

I am the servant of your good neighbor, Phileas Fogg,

- who has just returned from a trip around the world.
- Oh, really? Has he, indeed?

Oh, yes.

And he would very much like you to perform
a wedding ceremony in the morning.

Uh, at your convenience.

I dare say it won't be convenient at all.

You see, I have Sunday services tomorrow.

Uh, he will have to wait until Monday.

- But... But tomorrow is Monday.
- No, no. You're mixed up, I'm afraid.

Today is Saturday,

and therefore tomorrow is most definitely Sunday.

Oh, no, no, no, that cannot be.

Today's paper.

Monsieur, quickly!

- Quickly! Hurry!
- Passepartout!

Look, it is Saturday!

Saturday, not Sunday! You did it!

Passepartout, I'm afraid this journey
has been too much for you.

No, Monsieur, I tell you it is Saturday!

The Reverend, Samuel Smythe, swears to it,
and he's a man of God!

Are you trying to say that I miscalculated
by one full day?

Here is today's paper. Look, it is truly Saturday.

There you have it, Monsieur,
the evidence before your very eyes.

Let me think.

Let me think.

Monsieur?

Oh, dear God.

Yes!

Yes, yes, of course! The answer is so simple!

It is?

We did not take into account the sun.

The sun?

We traveled eastward continuously
and always toward the sun.

Yes, I know that.

Ah, but the days therefore diminish as many times
4 minutes as we cross degrees in that direction.

They do?

There are 360 degrees of circumference
around the Earth.

4 minutes times 360 gives one precisely 24 hours,
or one full day!

Monsieur, I have no idea what you're saying,
but I can tell you this:

The clock! Look at the clock!

We've only 15 minutes to reach the Reform Club!

Oh, dear!

My jacket, Passepartout! My jacket, please!

Cabbie! Cabbie!

Cabbie!

Halt!

- Vite, vite, vite, vite!
- Okay!

Headlight to the Reform Club! Quick!

Hey, wait! Wait for me!

Come on, wait for me!

Once more, I'll crawl inside.

Hey! Go!

Easy.

Important news, Fogg.

You can win your bet after all.

It's only Saturday!

Not to worry, gentlemen,

Phileas Fogg has lost already,

as surely as we stand here.

Unmöglich.

One minute left.

35 seconds!

Out of the way! Out of the way! Out of the way!

- Allez! Allez! Allez!
- Go! Go! Go on!

Gentlemen,

it's precisely 9 o'clock.

Anyone for a game of Whist?