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What the hell is that?

A new and terrible war machine has been developed in Europe.

It's inventors wish to use it on behalf of the Confederacy, and we are here to try and stop that.

Then you're Saratoga. Saratoga Brown.

One doesn't meet a woman like that very often in this life. Oh my god.

Did you miss Saratoga? It feels like a great flying boat.

If Mr. Philius far truly loves you, he will keep his airship out of the battle, and your life will be safe.

Saratoga!

You shall bow.

No!

That's up!

No!

No!

No!

No!

We're in here.

I'll return for you. I promise.

The Civil War raged on, but after the death is beloved Saratoga Brown, my friend took little interest in his progress.

Indeed, his behavior became so wild that we all started worrying about his sanity.

So we deflated the Aurora, put it in storage, and set off for New York.

Where we figured his wild behavior might be less noticeable.

The question was, could we get him there in one piece?

We can.

Looks like I got to be.

Full house.

Oh, Jack.

My game again, I think, gentlemen.

I think you've won. Just one game, too many, Mr. Philius.

Delighted to accommodate you, Colonel.

Hi!

I'm in charge.

I'm in charge.

True, settle in now.

I didn't say you were cheating, sir.

It was implicit.

I think there is room for ten places each way in this car.

Shall we come out?

Look, I wasn't accusing you of anything.

If you thought I was, I apologize.

Oh.

Well, in that case.

Shall we continue?

Yes, of course. Somebody else wishes to register an objection.

Mm-hmm.

Ghost papers! Coffee! Postcards!

Not an apple!

I got candy! I got cigars!

Beats!

Are you selling beats?

We still down back a mile?

We sent each straight out of the field.

These are covered with dirt.

Well, five cents, French, you can wash yourself off.

Two cents, dry yourself, and then clean the beats afterwards.

If you don't like beats, I got apples, maple sugar, peanuts, onions.

Onions, of course.

You look like the refined type. So I present you...

with grand trunk hair.

You know it's a lot of publication I'm familiar with.

I wrote it myself, set the type myself, and printed it in the baggage car.

It's a real good read.

You're a typhoon, mister. A young typhoon.

He means that you have the makings of a great American businessman.

What's your name?

Al. Al the news boy. You want a joke book? Ten cents?

Keep all your friends laughing.

He does that anyway.

Might I have a cup of tea?

I am nation of that. That's enough. I'm out of this game.

I'm not computing your honesty, mister. I just didn't realize I was dealing with it professionally.

Mr. Isaiah Threubworth's compliments, sir.

He'd like to invite you to his private car for a game of cars.

Isaiah Threubworth, mister Ham.

Mr. Threubworth is one of America's most distinguished citizens, sir.

Let's put it this way, mister fog.

I reckon he's the only man on this train. Can afford to sit down at cars with you.

Ah.

See you, please, sir.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

The, uh, pressures of business, sir.

But, as long as I can lighten the load with the aid of song, I will carry on.

You are fond of opera?

I understand you wish to play cars, mister Threubworth.

Uh, man who gets to the point.

Very good.

So do I.

You play blackjack, mister fog?

And the five dollars was kindly returned to its owner by the honest newsboy who was well rewarded for how public spirited he were.

You should read this, Jules.

It's charming, especially the spelling.

I'm too busy waiting for the gun fire.

Oh, surely not.

I will go to, uh, uh, bring him the paper.

I'll put Philius in that instead of the times, and he'll shoot you, but what?

Uh, yes, but...

Oh, come on, then.

We'll all go.

You know, Philius just loves having people peering at his shoulder when he's playing for high stakes.

I know, but this one, mister Threubworth.

It's, uh, also the wrong car.

Oh, thank you, but what, too?

We seem to have seen practically every car on the train.

Uh-oh.

Ow.

I'm all right, man.

It's just a little chemistry experiment.

I never knew so furic acid could do that to, uh, cop or nitrate.

So furic acid?

Do you have a laboratory, mister?

You gotta keep up with science, mister.

You wanna see?

Well done, sir.

I respect your skill.

And I respect your...

I couldn't see mister Threubworth.

Truth is, Phog.

Fast as I lose it to you.

I can't keep up with how much is coming in.

Uncle Sam, you know.

You're a government contractor.

The very best kind.

And what kind would that be?

I make firearms, mister Threubworth.

Every time one of those boys in blue shoots a boy in gray, I get richer.

Strange, ain't it?

That's where I keep the food that I get from the farmers.

This is where I try to lose paper.

And this is where I write down my ideas for what I wanna do when I grow up.

Well, this is what you're doing now.

Heaven only knows what you're gonna do when you grow up.

I think he has a hearing problem, Rebecca.

Is that true, Round?

Has anyone ever tested your hearing?

I'm all right, Miss.

Take up everything I need out of my good ear.

Look! An automatic steam person!

Yep, I call him Stephen Joe.

See, what I do is, I pour the water in here

and then let a mattress too underneath here for about 30 seconds.

And that creates steam that goes throughout Stephen Joe.

And then he just starts to walk like this.

He's a daily Joe. What for is he?

He's not for anything, I guess. Just a toy.

Is this a toy too?

Where did you get this?

Didn't get it from anywhere.

I made it.

But it's the Cardinal's chariot!

I imagine you must find the origins of your fortune somewhat distressing.

I don't quite follow you, sir.

That every drop you drink, every morsel you eat,

is paid for by young men killing one another.

My guns and bullets don't kill people, Mr. Fogg.

It's people who kill people.

Where did you find that argument?

Inside a Christmas cracker.

Are you trying to look down on me, Fogg?

Would that be as a card player, a war profiteer,

or as a human being?

You damned English snot.

I'm not good enough for you, but my money is up.

Actually, it isn't.

Oh, and by the way, I've heard mortally wounded Wolverines

who can sing better than you.

Stop right there, sir.

We have business to settle.

You see, there's a little engine that makes these stones go around,

and that sort of creates an energy that keeps it around the ground,

and the screws just push it along through the air.

The same machine you worked on for Cardinal Richele, you know.

But I sent it that machine away.

Other than his, for land it.

Have a look at these.

These are Aztec.

The Aztecs have the Phoenix.

How did you know what kind of stones do you use?

I'm trying out every other stone there is.

I like doing that stuff.

And they're jumping through the truck. How does he do that?

Huh?

He means, how do you make it travel through time?

He doesn't travel through time, mister. You nuts.

The only way I know how to travel from time is by staying alive.

Jenton, on the count of three,

each take five paces forward, turn and fire at will.

One.

Three.

Will you?

Oh, will the wall just swallow you up?

Seems to swallow it up everything else.

Ah!

What the devil do you think you're playing at?

Saving your life about our own fluke?

Well, somebody's anyway.

Master, look.

The beat selling boy is building the Cardinal Chariot out of the picture.

The Phoenix.

You built it from Nasdaq drawing.

Let's be coming in and out of the fifth dimension. It's the only explanation.

What?

Sorry about knocking you down, mister. You won't tell the company, will you?

Well, boy, I'll have to think about that.

These have been used. I can only offer you $20.

That'll be quite acceptable.

It's going to be furious. We're doing this.

It'd be dead if we don't.

You know that he's just put every penny he owns into some crazy gold mining scheme?

He'll be bankrupt by tomorrow.

Yes, that's if he's still alive. You know he's going to the races this afternoon as a jockey?

So, what do we do now? Drug his horse?

Here you are, sir. Take my advice.

Don't let her spend it all undrink.

Yes.

How much for these? $20.

Now, we have to distract him.

With what?

I have no idea.

Who is that?

It's all right, Jules. I'll see you back at the hotel.

But I choose. It's fine.

My dear Miss Fogg, I'll splendid to see you looking so well.

I trust you've been enjoying your little holiday.

Holiday, sir, Jules.

Stopping the League of Darkness from changing the course of the Civil War.

Hardly what one would call a rest cure.

Yes, well, you're acting on your own initiative, not Secret Service instructions.

Commendable, but risky. Now I want you back.

I'm afraid you're going to have to wait, sir, Jules.

Philius is in his pot of trouble.

Your cousin's problems can hardly be allowed to stand in the way of your duty to your country.

This is a rather unusual circumstance.

Miss Fogg? Just because your late guardian was once headed to Secret Service, it doesn't give you any special privileges, do you know?

In fact, rather the reverse. I expect you to follow orders just like everyone else.

Sir Jonathan Philius is seriously disturbed.

Is he indeed?

Well, knowing Fogg, he's probably brought his difficulties upon himself.

There is a direct result of his helping us in a time of great need.

Rebecca, your cousin is perfectly capable of looking after himself.

Goring to my newspaper, he's just doubled his fortune.

May I see that?

Now, I want you to go to Mexico.

It seems that Louis Napoleon has decided to invade,

and London has considerable financial interests at stake.

Thank you, Sir Jonathan.

Where are you going?

Hello, gentlemen.

We're good for a friend of ours.

Al. Al the news for it.

We had seen it for weeks.

Gabe up.

What west?

He joined the army.

The threw him off the train for blowing up the baggage car.

Where exactly is he?

Say bye-bye.

Nice and hot, sir.

It is most wonderful, Steve.

Thank you, sir.

I have a mission for you, Phyllis.

Oh, do tell me.

There's no need to wait for Passport to finish my Twilight.

There is a New York surgeon who has just operated on a young girl

who has been deaf since birth and completely cured her hearing.

Whoopee, Passport to crack open the champagne.

Anne?

Anne, perhaps he can help young Al.

The newspaper boy, you remember?

I doubt that even so energetic a newspaper boy as young Al earns enough money

to attract potentials for New York's surgeon.

Of course not.

You're going to pay for it.

Very good fun.

You heard me.

You've just made more money than you know what to do with.

And it is about time.

You thought about somebody other than yourself.

Really, Rebecca?

Yes, really, Phyllis.

Am I not right, Jules?

Of course you're right.

I'm tired of seeing you moparan in a suicidal fashion fog.

It's time you did some good in the world.

What a pleasant place to pass the morning.

Thank you so much for bringing me here.

There's no way in.

The doors are bolded, Master.

Kel-Khattis-Drav.

She will be off.

No, Phyllis. We sharmed.

What was it you used to say something about?

Never start anything unless you intend to finish it.

There is nothing more tedious than having one's words of wisdom

quoted back to one.

Tell me.

Is that something, lady?

Yes, I was looking for a young news boy.

Name of Al?

Oh, yeah?

Yes.

And who might you be?

Ever heard of the Wolverton agency, man?

On contract to the U.S. government.

But Uncle Sam don't keep us too busy.

Lady wants to fight.

Hands up! Come on.

Not a good idea.

I'm thinking.

Give me the gun.

Thank you.

Hold this.

Give me your gun.

Can I rob them and brand them?

Mr. Becca?

Like the bull boys do.

What?

Just tie them up, I think, husband, too.

And that's what you unlock that door.

I advise you strongly not to go out there, lady.

We're talking about national security here.

How exciting.

No, Lord.

Lilius.

I don't believe it.

You're the lady from the train, right?

Yes.

What are you doing here?

What have you done, Al?

It's for the army.

They gave you the stuff to make my model into a real machine.

It's got bulletproof shutters and guns and everything.

Any prey?

But what are you doing here?

This man might be able to help with your hearing.

If you want to have an operation,

Lilius is prepared to pay for it.

There's no necessity in that, Miss Vaud.

Young Al has all the money he needs.

It's Rockworth.

What the hell are you up to?

The new bearings have arrived in the depot, Al.

Filton will take you to get them.

I know genius when I see it, Mr. Fogg.

And I know how to develop it.

And that boy has genius.

I'm making deadly weapons.

You have no idea, Fogg.

Mr. Threborth, if you release this, you will start a new kind of war.

Lightning invasions one country by another.

Cities crushed a rubble by armored...

Pastors, the world isn't ready for that.

Then the world had better get ready, Mr. Verne.

We built Al's machine.

We'll test it. If it works, it will be used.

Nothing you can do to stop it.

It's a great shame I didn't shoot you when we first met.

Never mind, but, Filton, what is important now is to get Young Al out of here

and have the surgeon have a look at him.

Now I assume you have no objections to that, Mr. Threborth.

Every objection, man.

I need this boy for the field trials tomorrow.

There'll be modifications, improvements.

Fact is, when you start something like this, there's no stopping.

But don't worry. In the end, he'll be a very rich man.

Like you. If he's lucky, over my dead body.

That can be arranged, Mr. Threborth.

Good timing, Captain.

You've just caught a bunch of Confederate spies.

Ready? Hey, Gabe!

Ah! A sasparilla float for the young gentleman.

And if ever a sasparilla float was well deserved, that one is.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Threborth. This is really good.

Carry on the way you're going, Al.

You'll be able to afford all the sasparilla floats your heart desires.

And ice cream.

Tubs full of ice cream.

What happened to the folks that came to see me before?

Oh, they've been sent home, Al.

And made to promise not to reveal what they've seen.

Because it's a big secret.

I hate it.

I guess it is. I like the lady. She's real nice.

Nobody's going to hurt them, are they?

Hurt them. Al. What do you take me for?

I'll see you later, P.B. Threborth.

I want to show you the new gun outfit.

There, Phil. Not as bad as all that.

Oh!

I beg your pardon.

We have to make the chat your go-pull before it's too late.

Ah, poof.

I did not think of that.

The stones.

Backwardizing the hemispheres.

What?

In the reverse, the rotational direction.

The stones, the power, the phoenix.

Don't destabilize the energy, Phil.

Don't move.

Bring it.

I'll have a pawn.

I'll take him with us.

That was for you, Miss Vogue, with all my love.

I trust the manacles are not too uncomfortable.

But a good audience is so hard to find.

I strongly suspect that our friends in the freight wagon

will soon make an unwise dash for it.

And then...

Soldier, are you wanting to play a game of card with my master?

The renowned various vlog from London.

The English.

The English is, er, famed.

They're skilled, even.

There are people who would travel half way around the world.

For a game of poker with please.

And wist.

Do either of you play wist?

Here's my suggestion.

If you can guess where he hides the Queen of Hearts.

You win this?

Ah.

I love it.

I know you have your doubts about the Secret Service, Phil.

But they are awfully good at these little things.

You see, Mr. If you tilt the gun up and down like that,

you get a clear line of fire going back and forward.

Those people that came to see me before,

why didn't you say happened to them?

They're safely in New York.

Get about them.

They don't care about you like I do.

Why do you ask?

You see that they're calling you?

It ratches up the lever and swings the whole thing around.

Real smooth.

I'm kind of pleased with that myself, Mr. Threberth.

How do you like it?

Very nice.

Very nice.

You and I are making history here, boy.

These guns will fire more bullets and faster than any previous firearm known to man.

Isn't that something to be proud of?

I've never thought of it that way, Mr. Threberth.

Your name will be in all of the encyclopedias.

Get me up!

Get me up!

What the hell is going on?

We're not supposed to be in a war zone!

Oh, God.

It's a Confederate ambush.

Let's get out of here.

What do we do about these two?

Get the boy!

Come on!

Quickly!

Over here!

What?

I'm outrageous!

I demand to know what's going on.

We're supposed to be miles away from that damn rebel!

Let's move north, sir.

Looks like a Confederate raid.

Possibility might take the train, sir.

Your job is to protect the Phoenix captain.

You have to make sure we're fighting.

Thank you, sir.

That vehicle could save us.

If you want to stay alive, Mr. Threberth,

I suggest you get that machine of yours working right away.

Yes.

Right as battle of civil wars,

and if not, six thousand from hell.

This wing will almost surprise the Union needs to win it.

A jiggle leave wants us to stop the supplies from reaching the Yankees.

And we are not going to let the jiggle down, so we boys.

No!

Hell!

We are going to go one better than that.

We are going to get into Union good, and bullet,

and fire the barrel off that train for the Confederacy,

and the right cause!

Yeah!

Thank us!

General Lee is going to march right into that battle,

and suit those damn yankas with their own damn bullets.

Yeah!

Let's take a rest!

Let's go!

Come here!

Come here!

What the hell is that?

Let's go!

Oh, oh, oh!

There it is!

There it is!

This way!

Come on!

Yes, sir!

Come on, sir!

Take it!

Any sign of it?

No.

He's nowhere to be found.

The throw-bust guy is deserted.

Did you try the other freight workers?

Nothing.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Get that!

That's all there!

I need there!

Complete success. The pull-truins doesn't destabilize the men in Thrugworth tries it.

What about the boy?

Wasn't he in Thrugworth's car?

No!

We have to, it was with you.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

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No!

No!

No!

No!

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We're gonna get him out of there.

But the whole battlefield is covered with Wushing Bullets, Master.

True, plus bar two. But beside the point.

Go off, Phil. We'll cover you.

I'm coming with you, fog.

I'm coming with you.

It's working, Mr. Grower. It's working.

Should've heard something here, didn't we?

I think we did, boy.

Let's try the guns.

Don't die!

Now this is what I call a fight machine!

Look at that, Al.

The future of warfare.

Time to take the fight.

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I know you don't yell it all, right?

I know you don't get it all right.

You got mad boy!

Come on Al, let's get you out of here.

You're trying to kill him, fuck!

How long does he can survive out there?

Is there any chance?

Well if you undoing that sabotage burn,

you salvataged my fighting machine.

You can study Al, no sudden movements go.

No!

So now, I got him!

I got him!

Please, I got him!

Get out of here! Good!

It's good, it's a wretched machine out here.

Oh, you don't, Mr. Fogg.

This is a killing machine which neither side is ready for,

and as far as I am concerned, neither side is going to have it.

Step away from those controls,

or I'll put a bullet through you.

Really?

Is this an up poker game, David?

Over our shoot!

Not you, Mr. Burn.

There's a damage to the steering.

Throw a bullet.

Hey, Nick!

Keep, kill the stone!

No!

Shit!

Oh, you missed your mind!

Good.

Let's go back for the others.

Oh, no, no, no.

Thank you.

I'm going to score the settle with you and your damn machine.

Hey, what's up?

Hey, you all right, pal?

I'm all right, miss.

But I want to go home.

Well, how about New York?

How about Operation?

It's real nice of you, man, but I don't think I'm quite ready to jump right into that.

Well, surely you'd like to hear like everyone else?

Most would never have anything worth listening to, Mr. Burn.

Besides, the interesting stuff's up here.

Or it's quiet.

I kind of like the idea of keeping it that way.

Quiet.

So would it be all right if I went home?

Yes, I would.

Sounds like a very good idea indeed.

Pittsburgh train.

Please collect passenger.

Telegraph hut. 18.

All by electricity.

There's nothing you can accomplish from electricity, man.

Someday people will move through electricity.

People will be able to speak to each other's electricity.

People will even be able to conquer the darkness with it.

Somebody figured out how.

Somebody like you.

Provided you don't waste your genius and turn into a monster like the Trumblith.

Don't worry about that, Mr. Fog. Not all the money in the world ain't going to learn me back into that stuff.

I'll build the Phoenix.

I'm done with Al.

What do you mean done with Al?

Al's short for Alba. With Jame, I real name.

My real name's Tom.

Really screwed up, didn't I, Mr. Fog?

No, we all do that.

It's what you do next, accounts.

By the way.

Thank you for what you do back there.

It's not fair.

That's way too much, Mr.

Consider it as an investment in your next invention.

You see, I have something of an interest in the future.

For me?

No, no, no, thank you. Thank you. I couldn't possibly. Thank you.

I want him to have it.

The guy that talks funny?

Here you go.

Thank you.

Bye Al.

You have a long and happy life and you do wonderful things.

Alba, baa.

By the way, Tom, you never told us your last name.

Edison, Mr. Verne.

Thomas Alba Edison.

So, Phyllis, what's next on the agenda?

Hmm, getting rid of that appalling machine, my dear cousin.

It's not something I think one can just leave lying around.

If you see what I mean.

Sure will be off.

Gentlemen.

And so began our adventures in the west.

While the war raged behind us a whole new continent lay ahead.

Waiting.

The Explorer.