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Very good, Philius.

But 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, do you know you left the service, are they?

Game of chance. The rules of which I'm perfectly familiar with.

Yes, 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 a bonifest, is it?

Yes, well, what about my father?

He...

Is...

...dead.

King Philipe 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.

Confidence of the people who the state.

Why then was he known as the Cursking?

Only to those without vision.

The vision of the future.

To the more insightful,

he was known as Philipe the Beautiful.

Isn't that right, Mr. Verne?

Yes, yes, Professor.

The time of his death.

France was the most prosperous kingdom in Christendom.

It was a most fitting memorial service, Miss Park.

Our country will always be grateful to your guardian.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Mr. Park, you have.

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

Thank you, Prime Minister.

But I believe you already know that...

I could never again be a part of the secret service.

Should you ever reconsider?

I'm afraid that I shall none of my fathers ambitions.

Now that I'm head of the service,

I shan't be running things in the same manner as your guardian.

But I expect you to.

Yes, I shall carry on as I always have, Sir Johnerson.

Good.

No, your assignment.

Not a difficult one.

An invention known as an encryptor has gone missing

from the Royal Academy of Physics,

and is known with its inventor, Sir John Dickens.

And what does the encryptor do?

Nothing terribly remarkable.

But placed in or sold to the wrong hands,

it could be helpful in decrypting.

No, it's a matter of national security.

No, it's a matter of theft, Miss Park,

and rather petty theft at that, nothing more.

Dickens was the most junior of technicians at the Academy.

He traced him to Paris,

where he knows exactly one person of any consequence.

A law professor at the Sorbonne called the Demorancy.

I suspect you'll find him there.

You will, of course, be incognito.

Your Constance Knight, the Lord Apartment'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 Johnlesson.

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

Do you have it?

Can't agree, Gariah.

Do you have it?

Yes, come.

Let me see it.

Beauty, the beauty of it.

Yes, God, I was sure you would find it.

Silence.

Does it work?

Oh, yes, comes.

Most certainly does.

Excellent.

Are you prepared, Professor Dickens?

When the power source mechanism is perfected, we'll be ready for Mr. Barn.

Go.

I got it.

I'll be my presse's honor, I was condemned to a living hell, but now I shall have my revenge.

80.

You've certainly increased the stakes for this.

Oh, Raga?

It's been a long time, Drew.

What are you doing here?

How's the studying?

I try to stop drawing.

I try to get myself to stop running my place.

But I can't.

My hand has life of its own.

Just today, I was designing.

Drawing in class.

It was imaginary.

And then suddenly, you just tunneled into the room.

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.

Oh, yes, but...

You possess a rare gift to a son who would kill for him.

What?

You'll play what's it about?

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

Bitions, patience.

It's almost feeding time.

May I help you?

Professor Demorosy?

네.

Who are you?

My name is Constance Knight.

I'm your new legal assistant.

I'm so sorry, I let myself in, that the door was unlocked.

It's night.

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.

Shandefontne.

How do you do?

Perhaps you should show Miss Knight around.

The university.

Of course.

And if you'd go to meet with me either Cafe when you're finished?

Miss Knight?

We can review your responsibilities.

Why should be delighted?

And Memzel de Fontenay.

Please see to it that Miss Your Van's notes are on my desk this evening.

I'll 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 for that.

Villiers?

Yes.

Yes.

Bet, please.

I beg your pardon.

What was this?

50.

Your 50.

And I shall raise you.

50.

Julie, good idea.

I'll be making some.

This is something...

What?

Yes, what?

That is a question.

Sure.

Sure.

I did...

Did anyone watch him?

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 to attach your things.

You're not sure about it.

I'll be right back.

After all you have to think about your future.

15th of April 1961,

the second train line of 40 kilometers now links the suburbs to Paris.

What an imagination.

Yes.

Imagine if it were true.

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

It will be true.

Steam trains crossing Paris.

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

There'll be no steam.

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

So it's true then.

What they say?

Von...

Is inside.

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

It's technology.

The man in Strait Jacks will come and take you and throw away the keys.

I have years.

You'll be beyond train tracks.

Oh yes.

We'll have guns to do clouds.

We'll have a float across Paris.

Isn't that nice?

Nice.

We'll look out to the moon.

You must leave, Jo.

Go on, get the moon.

Bar.

Hmm.

Must we do this?

Yes, that's part two.

And I am sorry about it.

Julius.

Julius.

Julius.

Aren't you even sorry?

Oh, but I am sorry, Julius.

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

I don't understand you, Ergo.

You told me before that nurture my ideas and you told me to hide them and I do.

I do trust you.

I can't question you.

You speak too freely.

Who is what?

Now listen to me.

Listen to me.

In this world, there are those who would stop it.

Now listen to me.

No.

Now this time I'm going to take my own advice.

I did everything I could.

I can't.

May I speak freely?

Oh, by all means.

I'm in agreement with you.

I don't think the Lord Department needs another assistant.

Oh, man, I was just getting used to you.

Well, Madman's elder Fontanay seems to have things very much under control.

Did she mention that one of your colleagues, Mr. Dickens, might need some assistance?

Mr. Dickens, there's nothing whatsoever to do with this Lord Department.

Oh, what does he do?

I suggest that by you are here, you are fraying from seeking other employment and from gossiping with Madman's elder Fontanay.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Dickens, 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 Deshon versus the Republic?

Thank you.

Thank you.

So, are we making progress?

Don't forget who brought you here.

Perfect.

Although it's a pitice ribbon that has a so sensitive...

...it's not a big deal.

I'm not sure if I can get it.

I'm not sure if I can get it.

I'm not sure if I can get it.

We may have a small problem.

What?

The sides of pain bothers you.

I haven't you assistant.

Oh, she may have.

I presume.

She has an inquiring mind.

Undeltedly 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 should worry about it.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Yes, but isn't it what time you began to prepare for Mr. Van's arrival?

Count Gregoray will be here soon.

Eliminate the problem.

The division is a multiplication.

It doesn't matter. It's also a delusionary.

It's a delusionary.

What are you doing?

Is that?

I'm not going to let you go.

I'm not going to let you go.

I'm not going to let you go.

Trolls van, Percy.

They might build an effort

ouch!

ouch!

ouch!

ouch!

J'e'er?

Yes.

Do you like what you see?

Yes.

How much?

A lot.

What's on your mind exactly?

Thought so.

J'e'er?

Yes.

Would you do something for me?

Yes, I would.

Anything?

Yes.

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 said them.

Presumably somebody was one of the more intelligent than you.

That was a question.

Dickens!

Jules Verne is secured and ready for your count.

Good.

Good.

Do you mind, Philips?

No, I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

Hold on!

I can get you out of this!

Save yourself, Philips!

No, let me go.

Don't do this, I'm not.

No!

No!

No!

I suggest you kill him and save me the trouble.

Never mind.

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.

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

And Rasmus...

Was my brother?

He was my son, to Philips.

And so is I.

Now get out.

Philips.

Sorry.

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.

Philips, you cannot risk your family home.

What family?

I'm a title for only a matter of days.

All the more reason to let it ride.

My home for yours.

It's a good bet, Baron.

My home for your home.

Very well, Philips.

Shilling with Magna.

For the Aurora.

And Bespert too.

You'll need to navigate her.

The Cloth Undoosh, they donate their brain cells to power the future.

Pain can be so sweet.

Jan.

No, Mr. Verne.

Not Jan.

Three.

One cut.

One cut.

They did Mr. Verne.

Think.

The future, Mr. Verne.

Show me the future.

This is more brilliant.

Ah, I got it.

You will not win this battle count.

This battle, you wish to speak of battles.

Look at me.

I have no need, I remember.

I 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, Rob.

Makes you destroy his mind forever.

Patens.

Patens.

I luck is apparently changed.

Passport 2.

Attend to Mr. Farger.

He's your master now.

Good luck, Julius.

Thank you, my friend.

And, uh, thank you, Passport 2.

For everything.

No one can fight this battle for you, Charles.

Increase the power.

Only you can defeat him.

You must not show him your mind.

Close it, Arth.

And you'll ever see out your thoughts.

No, you will not do this.

You must stifle your ideas.

Or not your imagination.

It is your mind, you want.

This mind ourselves are think of yourself.

No, no.

The future, Julius, learn.

The future.

You will not treat me, Arago.

More! More!

You are too late, Arago.

No.

The images have been recorded with the inquiry.

There's much more than encryption count.

A future is mine!

The future will never be yours.

Passport 2.

Yes, Master.

Goodbye, I face to the friend.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

We feel comfort in the knowledge that Philly's Balkans

have been counted on, if discreetly, your majesty.

Of course.

It was worthwhile sacrifice, Baron.

Yes, your majesty.

Coachman?

So, you really do know how to fly this thing.

Yes, Master.

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

No, Master.

Excellent.

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

Of course, Master.

Thank you.

You are a teeny fool, I'll go.

You will rip apart the fabric of the universe.

You must find your strength.

The future is yours, you're sure, Master.

You must not let him see it.

No!

No!

If the beast's a rock of you in burn in hell, no counter.

You have been denied.

You must face your own truth.

Master.

You have not seen the last of me, a picker.

umph

Vox Parazo

Hanna, hanna!

Hanna, hanna, hanna!

Hanna, hanna!

...at my place or I go.

I think nothing in the future.

Sleep, Drew.

You will need to rest.

For you, that was just the beginning.

And for now, my time here is finished.

I shall possess his mind othergo.

...at my place or I go.

...at my place or I go.

Not a difficult assignment, Miss Funk.

...at my place or I go.

You know what I was about to.

I have a feeling that our adventure is the only thing I can do.