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Mister Fogg!

Morning, Grayson.

Morning, sir.

We really must get
some bigger cups.

If you'll just allow me, sir.

-What's that, Grayson?
-Sir?

This... postcard.

Where did this come from,
Grayson?

There's no postmark.

Grayson, who brought
this postcard into my house?

The postman, sir.

That'll be all.

Is it bad news, sir?

Why aren't the presses rolling?
Are we late?

Ah, we can't be late, Miss.

Your father would have us
all sacked.

Don't worry, Miss Fortescue.

Typeset every letter myself.

All right. I'm not worried.

It's just my first credit,
that's all.

Nothing remotely important.

Presses rolling!

Here, Miss!

Morning, Passepartout.

Or Bonjour, ma ch�rie,
I think it was.

Come.

Edith.

Lovely, pretty Edith.

Passepartout.

How I envy him.

-Who?
-The man out there

who is going to meet you,

fall in love with you,

marry you,

have children with you.

But I-I've already met him.

It's you, Passepartout.

You deserve much more than me.

Find a good man,

a man who wants to settle down.

It's for the best, ch�rie .

I promise you.

We're here to work.

Morning, Fogg.

Late this morning, Foggy?

Not like you.

Everything all right?

Everything's fine.

Why wouldn't it be fine?

With the opening of the railway

between Rothal and Allahabad,

this fellow Penrose claims

it's now possible
to circumnavigate the globe

in a mere 80 days.

Absolute rot, of course.

That's not rot, actually.

Well, what I mean to say is
if a man was well-organized

and of a resilient
and indefatigable nature,

took advantage of recent
technological advances...

You and your technological advances.

I'm serious, Fortescue.

Only last night, I was reading
about a balloon contraption

a chap in Paris has invented,
Mister L�me.

Imagine going up in a balloon
invented by a Frenchman.

Oh!

Um, sorry.
Je suis d�sol�.

Excuse my hands, Monsieur.

Et voil�.

I shall have
the hake in herb butter.

Bellamy?

Uh...

Pork chop. Green beans.

Mister Fogg will have
his usual brown Windsor soup

and then the boiled beef.

Tr�s bien, Monsieur.

If you recall, I once planned
such an excursion myself.

Not in 80 days obviously, but...

I could have done it.

Yes, I remember it well.

You made it
as far as Victoria Station.

Dover, actually.

Some are born to adventure

and others, frankly, are not.

Remember that time he cried

when Matron told him
not to wear a vest in August?

Now, that's enough, Bellars.

The brown Windsor.

Madam!

Madam, this is members only.

No women allowed.

Really? Watch me.

Good Lord.

Madam, Madam, please.

There you are!

Abigail? What on earth?

Can you tell me what is wrong

with this otherwise
carefully researched

and expertly conveyed article?

Abigail,
would you please calm down?

I'll enlighten you,
shall I, Father?

It appears to have been written

by a Mr. Charles Penrose.

Well, I have my readers to cons.

It's 1872.

Would your readership
really suffer a mass coronary

if they discovered
a woman had written this?

Now, Abigail, this is
neither the time nor the place.

I'm very sorry, madam.

I must insist you leave.

You are frightening the members.

My office. Two o'clock.

We'll discuss the matter then.

Would you please
show the lady out?

Terribly sorry about that.

No, no, no. Not at all.

She appears to have grown
into a very fine young lady.

Yes, I think so.

If you want my advice, Madame.

Which I do not.

You're best out of it.

This is a place
where souls come to die.

One roly-poly pudding,

one Eton mess,

and one spotted dick.

She may be a woman,
Fortescue,

but your daughter
has written a fascinating piece.

Everything would have to run
in a chap's favor, of course--

weather, war, rail, sail--

but it's possible.

It's more than possible.
Someone will achieve this.

Well, it won't be you.

Oh, leave the man alone,
Bellars.

One spotted dick.

Now, let's see if the new chef

has mastered the sultana ratio.

Roly-poly.

...and the Eton mess.

It will, actually.

Hmm.
Sorry, Fogg. What will what?

I am going to circumnavigate
the globe in 80 days.

Or less.

My dear fellow.

Has something happened, Fogg?

Nothing has happened.

Not for years.

I'll start today.

One o'clock.

With any luck,
I'll make the overnight

sailing from Dover to Calais.

By Jove, I think he's serious.

Never more so, Bellamy.

Care to put your money
where your mouth is?

No, absolutely not.

Now, you stop this foolishness,
both of you.

Ten thousand pounds.
What?

Did he say
ten thousand pounds?

Ten thousand pounds.

What do you say, Fogg?

Or are you just like that
froggy balloon, full of hot air?

Twenty thousand.

You have yourself a wager, sir.

I'll see you all back here

no later than one o'clock on...

...Christmas Eve.

Please, Edith...

Just leave me alone.
Go away!

Please don't cry.

You?

Leave her alone.

That was my intention.

But the lady is crying
and I will not stand--

Stop it!

Kelly, stop!

Edith.

After you have finished
your shift,

we will go to the park
and I will explain why--

I told you
to leave that girl alone.

What is going on here?

Sir, I never--

Stop it, both of you!

You, French!

Oh!

Are we finished?

He's fainted. Good God!

Merde.

Call the police!

You, stay where you are!

Phileas!

Phileas,
you can't go on your own.

Well, I won't be on my own.

Grayson will be with me.

Grayson?

He hasn't left
the house in 20 years!

Yeah.

-Bellboy!
-Yes, sir.

-Little errand for you.
-Thank you.

Phileas!

Phileas, please!

Come back!

Fogg!

May the best man win.

Thank you.

See you in the morning.

Allow me, Monsieur.

Can I help you?

I have been sent
by the agency, Monsieur.

Your new valet.

Call the police!

Phileas,
you can't go on your own.

-Bellboy.
-Yes, sir.

Get round to
Fritton's agency quicksmart,

have them send their finest man
to this address.

Of course, sir.

Phileas, please! Come back!

Monsieur Roberts
has asked for you urgently.

I will take care of this.
Vite! Vite!

Ahh!
You're the best on their books?

Stop right there--

Nobody better.

Do you have a name?

Passepartout, Monsieur,
at your service.

Passepartout?
Passepartout.

Right.

Well, come inside.

May I?

I should warn you,

I'm going around
the world in 80 days.

Oh, splendid!

Splendid?

That doesn't worry you?

Why would it, Monsieur?

Oh.

Languages?

French, �videmment.

Italian and German,

Spanish,
a smattering of Cantonese,

Russian, and... I can say

"Where is the fire escape?"
in Swahili.

Have we met?

Uh...I--I don't think so.

Well, don't just
stand there, man.

Go and pack my bags.

Evening wear, lounge wear.

Grayson will show you
what I need.

Go on.

He is the most timid,
unprepared man in Christendom.

I'll require
expenses, of course,

and I'll telegram you
whenever I can.

What on earth
are you talking about?

My contract
for my new regular column.

"Around The World
With Abigail Fix."

If you seriously think

I'm going to let my only child

follow this charade
even as far as the Strand--

I'm not even reading it.

I wonder if the Times would be
interested in this story.

Dammit, Abigail.

You know even less
of the world than Fogg

and, my God,
that is saying something.

Why your mother's maiden name?

Because I'm sick of being

the famous
Mister Fortescue's daughter.

I'm going to be a proper writer.

You can be a proper writer here.

No, I can't.

You proved that today.

Expenses only.

And my name on the column,
Abigail Fix, not "A. Fix."

Teutonic Regular,
ten point minimum and--

You really are
the most impossible creature.

Please, please be careful.

What time does Fogg sail?

Six o'clock,
if he gets that far.

He'd better had,
or he'll have me to deal with.

Abigail.

There's no shame
in changing your mind.

This is what I was born to do.

Are you sure you don't want me
to come with you, sir?

No.

You must stay here and make sure
the household runs as clockwork.

See you on Christmas Eve,
Grayson.

I'll be waiting right here, sir.

The cab won't call itself.

Next stop, Paris.

Paris?

-Capital of France.
-I know, it's--

I didn't know
we were going to Paris.

Yes. We have to change
trains for Turin.

Just to change trains?

Yes.

Something the matter?
We have a boat to catch.

Everything is perfect, Monsieur.

Then let the adventure begin.

I think I'm dying.

Hello.

Miss Fortescue.

Uh, Miss Fix, actually,

when I'm working.

Monsieur is just
getting his sea legs.

What on earth
are you doing here?

I'm here to cover your progress
for The Daily Telegraph.

What? No. Oh no.
No, no, no. No.

The last thing I want is
some journalist coming with me.

Think of the publicity.

That's exactly
what I am thinking about.

No. Absolutely not.
That's out of the question.

Such a shame, Mademoiselle.

I think we would have enjoyed
each other's company.

Aren't you the waiter
from the Reform Club?

As the gentleman said,
have a safe trip back.

Oh.
-Oops.

Your hat, Monsieur.

It has gone home.

Paris, The Turbulent City.

Do you mind?

You can't learn about a city
from reading a book.

You're very forward
for a servant

or a waiter
or whatever you are tonight.

I'm just a man, Mademoiselle.

Where's Mister Fogg?

He's still revisiting

his brown Windsor soup
and boiled beef.

Do you think
he's going to make it

around the world in 80 days?

I hope and believe
he'll prove you wrong.

Why do you think he doesn't want
a journalist with him?

Because deep down,
he knows he will fail...

and he doesn't want you
telling the world when he does.

Have you got anything to drink?

No.

Then I will bid you
goodnight, Mademoiselle.

Vive la France!

The police are closing
all the railway stations.

You can't be serious.

Until all this is over.

When will that be?

This is France, Monsieur.
It could be decades.

You stay here, I'll get a cab.

How long will you be?

Don't worry, they don't behead
rich people anymore.

I don't think.

Sorry.

You rude man!

Miss Fix, Mister Fogg
isn't going to like it.

Then he will have to lump it.

Who was that man
who knocked me over?

Nobody.

You'd better come with us.

We're going to a hotel.

This way, Monsieur!

Is it always like this
in France?

Always!

Miss Fix, I thought I'd made
my position perfectly clear.

You did and I've decided
to ignore you.

What is this all about?

The government
crushed the Paris Commune.

Now the people protest
against our glorious president

Marie Joseph
Louis Adolphe Theirs.

Not a popular chap, I take it.

He once passed a law that said

the poorest
could no longer vote.

Well, I'm sure he had his
reasons.

Ants in your pants?

I will meet you in the foyer

of Le Grand Hotel
in an hour, Monsieur.

Where are you going?

This is going
to take some time.

I will organize
the hire of a carriage

to pick up the train in Italy.

There will only be room
for two people in the carriage.

You're my valet, you can't--

I can't fall at
the first hurdle.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'd never be able to show
my face in the Reform Club
again.

Waiter? Valet? What do you know
about our Mister Passepartout?

- I mean, really.
- I'm not talking to you, Miss ,

as you are currently on the
ferry sailing back to Dover.

Why aren't we moving?

Where are you going?

If I'm going around the world,

I want to know
who I'm going around it with.

You're not going
around the world.

You are going back
to London, Miss Fix!

What is the English word
for fatigant?

Tiresome.

What are you doing?

This is where...

my father's life ended.

Where he was killed.

Who killed him?

The government of France.

Why?

Because he was strong
and brave...

and kind.

Because he believed
in a better world.

You must be very proud of him.

I didn't want
a dead hero, Miss Fix.

I wanted a father.

Yes.

Yes, we are, Madame.

Very proud of him.

G�rard!

Document!

Go, go!
For goodness' sake, go!

None of this
has anything to do with me.

No, no, no!

I am English!
I am English!

That was you
at the station, wasn't it?

You knocked me over
and left me there?

Good God, no!

I'm working, if you must know.

A journalist.

A manservant.

Manservant?

A spectacularly bad one,
as it turns out.

Excuse me, I can understand
what you're saying

and the woman will be the judge
of where she goes, not you.

You say you're a journalist,
Mademoiselle Fix.

I don't say I'm a journalist,
I am a journalist.

Then how about I give you
the story of a lifetime?

Somebody help me!

Please!
I have a first class ticket!

No please.
No please, please, please.

Leave that!
Leave that, please!

That belongs to a lady!
it is not yours!

No!

Please, please!

Why don't you go and find Fogg?

This is not your business.

Everything is my business.

So I'm starting to see.

You said, "today of all days."

What did you mean?

A year ago, President Theirs

ordered the army
to destroy la Commune.

They turned their cannons on us.

Here, in the heart of Paris.

Are we going on a protest march?

My readers would
absolutely love that.

A protest, Mademoiselle.
That much is certainly true.

"I am the English man."

All my things.

Oh, Miss Fix's bag!

You must not judge us
unkindly, Monsieur.

People with empty bellies

have been known
to forget their manners.

Yes. Of course.

But you appear to be a man
who is a stranger to poverty.

Oh, yes, oh...

Certainly, of course.

I'm sure the Lord won't mind
if it's in English pounds.

Thank you.

Go in peace.

Your journey
has the Lord's approval.

Really?

You're an idiot, Fogg.
You're an idiot.

You were never made for this.

Thank you. Merci.

I'm sorry, Bernard.

I don't know
what I was thinking.

I'll bring her home at once.

Passepartout.

My insane brother
and his suicidal friends

are going to assassinate
the president of France.

How's that for a headline,
Miss Fix?

Do you know what my father
said to Passepartout

the moment
before the firing squad

took him away from us?

No, I don't.

He said,
"Look after your brother."

And do you know what my brother
said to my father?

I don't know and I don't care.

Why are you
even contemplating this?

I suggest
that you put down your--

"I promise, Papa."

That's what I said to him.

He asked one thing of you,
and you betrayed him.

I was young.

I'd seen my own father killed.

I just wanted to get away
from this city, these politics.

I just wanted to forget.

Forget who murdered
your own father?

Yes.

I needed to be away from here.

You had a brother.

What do you want me
to say, G�rard?

That I was a bad brother?

I freely admit it.

I am the worst brother
a man could ever have.

I am sorry... as any man can be.

Excusez-moi .

Excusez-moi.

Excusez-moi.

Have you, have you seen
this woman?

Anglaise.

Uh...

Uh, stubborn. Uh...

Talks a lot. Um...

If he kills the president?

Every gendarme in Paris
will be inside this building

in less than a minute.

Will they arrest us?

They will kill us.

Someone will rescue us.

Mister Fogg.

He's a fool
who cannot run his own bath.

Miss Fix, Miss Fix,
Miss Fix, Miss Fix.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he's already

on his way back to England.

My father is a powerful man.

And he's currently asleep
in the library

of the Reform Club.

I wish
you had left when I told you to.

I'm sorry, Miss Fix,
nobody is going to rescue us.

Have you seen this woman?
Excusez-moi?

Anyone? Sorry.

Someone must have seen her.
She has big hair, blue eyes.

Where might I find a policeman?

Uh, gendarme, gendarme.

Oui! Yes! Thanks. Merci.

If you get out of this
and I don't,

tell my father
I love him very much

and that he's not
to feel guilty.

I was doing
what I'd always wanted to do.

Is there anybody
you want me to speak to?

There must be someone.

Not much to show
for a life, brother.

No wife.

No children.

No friends.

No beliefs.

No country.

Nobody cares if you live or die.

I would.

Care if you lived or died.

A little bit.

Always punctual,
Monsieur le Pr�sident.

G�rard. Listen to me.

Theirs didn't kill Father.

He betrayed the movement.
Same thing.

How can more killing
help France?

It helps me.

Thank you. Excusez-moi.

Coming through.

Thank you.
Excusez-moi.

Excusez-moi.

I am not going anywhere

until I've seen
the chief of police himself.

He is inside
with the president of France.

She is the daughter

of the editor
of The Daily Telegraph.

Mister President!
My name is Phileas Fogg.

I've traveled from England
and I'm looking for a woman.

Aren't we all, Monsieur?

You do not interrupt
the president of France.

Mister Fogg!

Miss Fix?

I've been looking
everywhere for you.

I'm going to London.

Fogg!

Go, Passepartout!

Come on!

-Come with us!
-No.

Come with us!

Quick!

-Ah!
Fogg?

Fogg!
I thought you were dead.

Dead? I've never felt
so alive in my life.

You came for us.
I knew you would.

We must leave Paris. Now.

Wait, hold on.

What is it?

Do you know this place?

-Yes.
-Take me there.

-Why?
-Just...trust me.

In there?

Do you want
to live or die, Monsieur?

Well...

- Live, I suppose, but--
-Get in!

Yes, all right.

Vite, vite, vite!
Hurry!

This way.

We have to keep going.

Just let me catch my breath
for a few minutes and then--

Will you people stop
firing at me?

Vite, vite!

I am hurrying.

Par l�. This way.

Up there.

Bolt the door!

Oh, it's beautiful.

I am not going up in that!

Nobody is going up in that.

Monsieur L�me.

My name is Phileas Fogg.

I need to purchase
this magnificent flying machine

and I need you to fly it for me.

It is not for sale.

Name your price, Monsieur.

There is no price for that.

What is the name
of the balloon, Monsieur?

Marie Rose.

Marie Rose, yes, was my wife.

We had this dream
to fly together...

out over the city,
over the fields and rivers...

like birds, like angels.

She died before I--

before I could complete it.

Hurry, Mister Fogg.

Listen...

you built this machine
for your wife,

for Marie Rose,
I understand that.

But what honor does it to her
gathering dust here?

It should fly...

like a bird.

Like an angel.

No man in the world knows more

about lost opportunity
than me, Monsieur L�me.

If we're going to go,
we need to go now.

You'll come with us?

No, Monsieur.
You go.

Make my wife proud.

Why can't we get a train,
like normal people?

Do you have any idea
how this thing works?

Basic physics, I imagine.

What a story!

Where are we going?

Italy, of course.

Not a second to lose.

I've been thinking,
Miss Fix.

Perhaps this adventure
should have a chronicler

if you're still interested.

Thank you, Mister Fogg.
I'd be honored.

Only a sip each, I'm afraid.

"To my darling fellow traveler,
sincerely yours..."

Whoever gave you this
saved your life, Monsieur.

Yes, I think you might
be right, Passepartout.

Thank you.