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The captain of the SS Carnatic has reported Mr Fogg as missing at sea,

and feared dead. Fogg is dead?

HELP! Who was that man with the gun?

Why would he do this to us?

My daughter - she was travelling with Mr Fogg.

One of the other two people missing is a woman - Miss Abigail Fix.

You were right about Bellamy, Passepartout.

Who else has a motive to sabotage our trip? He's not a bad sort.

I don't need to tell anybody here what kind of man Phileas Fogg was

because you all knew him. The very best kind of man.

Abandoning Estella like that is the thing I most regret.

And I've never felt that same close bond with anyone again.

Well, until this trip, with you two.

That's how we say goodnight, in France.

WHINNYING

Hey!

Hey!

WHINNYING

This is impossible.

Worse than that lifeboat. This'll save us a whole day.

Ooh.

Sorry. Sorry.

Ya!

TICKING

You know, looking at that won't make us go any faster.

The guard on the train said the Transcontinental

stopped at Iron Point to repair an axle.

He estimated an eight-hour delay, so...

..would put it in Battle Mountain sometime after five.

That was his best guess.

A lot riding on guesswork.

Informed guesswork. Also known as planning ahead.

WHINNYING

Did this planning involve bringing any food with us?

Is this all we have? Between leaving the ship

and boarding the train in San Francisco, we had 30 minutes.

I'm sorry I didn't have time to prepare a picnic.

There was all that business with the luggage too.

You only had to reclaim yours.

I had to go buy a whole new outfit.

Yes, I suppose that does excuse it.

The picnic?

No, the...

I can't believe the shipping company just gave away your clothes.

Donated to a sailors' charity.

At least it went to a good cause.

At this rate, my trousers will

make it round the world before we do.

CHAINS JANGLE

Hey, whoa.

TICKING ECHOES

WHINNYING

No need for that.

Your hands ain't empty.

What do you want?

Need a ride.

Ain't my problem, Mister.

It is now.

Why have we stopped?

Who are you?

Name's Bass Reeves.

US Deputy Marshal.

Lost a horse to a wrangler.

Heading for the railroad at Battle Mountain.

Taking this man back to Louisiana to stand trial.

- For what? - Violation of civil rights.

What does that mean? It's a political invention.

To stop people complaining about the treatment of the South

since the war. The war you lost.

I'm a gentleman, sir.

A man of honour.

This is a ridiculous conspiracy.

Judge'll decide that.

Looks like you're heading the same way.

Can take us into town.

Not so fast, Mister.

You two look like trouble in a box to me.

I ain't asking. I'm insisting.

This is Mr Fogg's hire. His call, I guess.

Well, um...

More weight slows us down.

He's a US Marshal. On government business.

With a dangerous criminal.

Don't be ridiculous, woman.

Call me ridiculous one more time.

I wouldn't do that, ma'am.

Call me ma'am again,

and you're next.

Get ready to fight. Now, stop. We're wasting time here.

So, the Marshal?

Well, we can't just leave him out here.

We sure can.

And I'll put you all on a Federal wanted list soon as I make town.

All right. Fine.

But can we please just get going?

Your funeral.

Much obliged.

Get in there.

I said, get in there.

Right, um...

Colonel Ambrose Abernathy.

Phileas Fogg. Fogg?

The adventurer?

Um...

Well, yes, I suppose. So this must be...

My companions. Abigail Fix, journalist,

and Passepartout.

I've been reading about you in the newspapers. Really?!

But they said you were all dead.

What?! Dead? When?

Read it in New York Times about a week ago.

Paper probably came out about a week before that. Dead?

Missing, and presumed drowned.

Did it say anything else? I think there was something

from Miss Fix's father. Fortescue. What did he say?

That he was heart-broken with grief, if I recall.

I told you we should have telegrammed from San Francisco.

There was no time. At Battle Mountain, then.

So Bellamy can send someone to kill us again?

But my poor father. Is not in danger.

It's safer for us to stay dead. Someone tried to kill you?

No! Yes.

It was a misunderstanding. He's actually an old friend.

Old friends do not hire assassins.

Passepartout might be right -

sending a telegram might stir things up. But...

I'll sort it out when I get back.

Man to man.

CHATTER

CLOCK BELL CHIMES

Mr Bellamy?

What do you want?

That is a court warrant for debt.

Pay up, or you'll be seeing me again.

Very soon.

WHINNYING

Take a GOOD look, if you like.

I'm so sorry. Forgive me.

Um, did you get that in the war?

From when I was a slave.

You were a slave?

So how did you end up a US Marshal?

Escaped from Texas when the war started.

North into Oklahoma.

Hid out in the Indian Territories till it was safe.

Took to farming.

But the Government thought escaping from the South

and living with the Cherokee meant that I might be useful.

Made me the first black man west of Mississippi with this badge.

We're a long way from Oklahoma.

Special tracking job.

Recovering this fugitive.

Is he important?

Not any more.

One on horseback, one on foot now.

Looks like Reeves got the Colonel walking.

Just going to make him easier to catch.

Now, let's go.

Why have we stopped?

Water. Horses need a drink.

Will it take long?

You know how these things are, Mr Fogg.

Some things just can't be rushed.

All right, time to stretch your legs, folks.

All righty.

Your associate, Mr Fogg.

French? Passepartout? Yes.

I thought the English despised the French.

Well, not individually.

I'm a great admirer of your country.

We share the same values, I think.

Honour.

Order.

Order? A place for everyone.

Everyone in their place.

So, Miss Sally,

have you ever thought about finding yourself a husband?

Course. Soon as I can find myself a man who'll let me

carry on doing whatever the hell I like.

But I ain't holding my breath!

THEY CHUCKLE

Abernathy - is he actually dangerous?

Some white folks down in Tennessee...

..formed a secret society.

Dressed up with robes and hoods.

Called themselves the Klan.

CHUCKLES The what?

No joke.

They put their masks on...

..and they go out murdering black folk.

Abernathy?

One of the ringleaders.

People like to think that the war settled all this.

But men like that don't change.

Only, now, they work in the shadows.

Wear hoods.

But given half the chance...

Come on, come on, we're going to miss this blasted train.

Right, here we go.

WHINNYING, FIX CHUCKLES

The young lady. You know her father?

Fortescue? Yes. We were at school together.

Yeah, good friend.

Then, you should be more mindful of your duty.

My duty? To protect her reputation.

From what? The French boy.

Pardon?

Can't you see how intimate they are?

What?! No.

I mean, they...

Hold on. Intimate? What?

You've been negligent, sir.

Negligent?! What would YOU call it?

You think Fix and Passepartout...

It's obvious. Really?

And what would Fortescue say -

his daughter, with a man like that?

Well, yeah, no, I...

I mean, um...

Passepartout - it's hard to believe.

Believe it, Mr Fogg.

Then do something about it.

Anything happens, get yourself out of the way.

You AND your friends.

What about you?

I had to fight for the chance to live as a free man.

If people like Abernathy want to take that away...

..I'm ready to fight again.

You sound like my brother.

He died fighting for his cause.

If something matters enough...

I'm not sure there's anything I'd be willing to die for.

You can't say.

Moment comes and you just know.

But not up here.

In here.

All right, folks.

Back on board.

Finally.

So, if there are no delays, we should still arrive in time.

Hurry up, Mr Fogg.

Don't be slowing us down, now. Me?! What do you...?

Come on. Don't argue with the woman.

She's got a rifle.

And her sights might be set on YOU.

Looks like they hooked up with a stage. We're gaining on 'em.

Headed for Battle Mountain.

Must be fixing to catch a train east. Ya!

Single Action Colt?

It is.

The Peacemaker.

May I?

It's very nice.

My father taught me to shoot his old Army pistol when I was 12.

Don't know what prompted him.

Fathers always worry about their little girls.

Makes it easier knowing they can shoot the eyes of a rattlesnake.

THEY CHUCKLE

I'm not sure it's the rattlesnakes he needs to be worrying about.

Here.

Try this one.

Colt .22 Pocket pistol.

It's very elegant.

That's because it's mine.

LOOKS fancy.

But kills people.

Keep it.

Safer with you than with him.

KNOCKING Battle Mountain up ahead.

Let's pray the calculations about the broken axle were accurate.

HUBBUB

Everybody ready? We're here.

The Transcontinental - are we on time?

The Transcontinental? Have we missed it?

It's due half past five, sir.

Ah! It worked!

We made it! Well done!

Ugh! Good!

WHINNYING

CHATTER QUIETENS DOWN

Causing quite a stir.

Yeah. Maybe they've never seen a Frenchman before.

Maybe it's the suit.

We've made it! I told you.

Think you'll find I told YOU.

Ah, we still have 30 minutes. We have time to eat. Thank God.

Oh, um, saloon along the street'll do you something

if you ain't too fussy. Tres bien.

What are we waiting for? Oh, I'll be heading back to Mill City.

Then, time to say goodbye. Thank you. My pleasure.

You got real soft hands, Mr Fogg.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Au revoir.

Inside. Black man with a gun.

You're scaring people, Marshal.

Less talkin', more walkin'.

Thought any more about your French problem?

Yes, I have, as a matter of fact.

So what are you going to do?

I'm going to leave them alone.

Pardon?

Can't be easy for them, with me constantly playing gooseberry.

Are you joking? You need to end it, not encourage it.

Passepartout is a fine young man.

Miss Fix is a fine young white woman.

All this talk of shared values.

This is what you meant.

Confederate values, sir.

Where everyone knows their place.

Violation of civil rights?

Murder and intimidation.

Had you as a man of vision, Fogg.

But your globe-trotting has corrupted you.

You've seen the world but you've understood nothing.

Shut up.

Break up, boys. Bar's closed.

GRUMBLING Don't want no trouble.

Abernathy thinks you and I...

He thinks we're too...comfortable with each other.

How do YOU know?

I heard him talking to Fogg at the water stop.

About us?

He told Fogg to keep us apart.

Mr Fogg...

..what were you discussing with Abernathy at the water hole?

Um...

Pardon?

I heard you. We were just talking.

About me? Not just you. Me too.

The thing is, I hadn't realised... How dare you? Look,

Abernathy asked me what was going on with you two...

There is nothing going on. It's none of his business.

IS there? YOU seem pretty certain.

Abernathy said it was obvious. Obvious?

I thought he was worried about Fortescue but really... My father?

Turns out he was only trying to... You were discussing

me AND my father with a criminal? No, no. No. Um...

No...

That...that...

No, he was discussing YOU with ME.

How was it obvious? I don't know. It wasn't to me.

Or to you, apparently.

But I thought... So there IS something?

I... No!

Why is everyone being...? People should mind their own business.

You're a journalist.

Right, that's it.

Where are you going? I don't know.

Maybe I'll go ride shotgun on a stagecoach.

Abigail? Keep your nose out of my affairs.

When she says "affairs"...

Where I come from,

look like that gets a boy like you hung.

And where I come from, a mouth like that gets a man like you punched.

Don't rise to it.

It's what he wants.

And you, sir,

you need to work out which side you're on.

I know which side I'M on.

The one that stands up to people like you.

Could we see the menu, please?

Bacon.

Beans.

Or bacon and beans.

Are you going to ask him for the wine list too?

Then, bacon and beans.

For five. Thank you.

We are in something of a hurry.

Everybody's in a hurry.

Right.

Very good.

WHINNYING

Meet us back at the station.

All done.

London, England.

Furthest I ever sent before is Chicago.

I have something else too.

Oh, sure. I'll tell them there's more coming.

Hey, move. Out of my way.

Seen any strangers in town?

Try the saloon.

Is he done? Yeah.

Let's get ourselves a drink.

Ya!

WHINNYING

Something wrong?

I've lost the line.

Can't send or receive now.

I got your first message out, and then everything just went dead.

Someone's cut the wire.

Well, what does that mean?

Means either the bank's about to get robbed

or somebody's about to get killed.

CLOCK BELL CHIMES

Fortescue?

What on earth are you doing?

Do you know what time it is?

Fortescue.

For God's sake, man. This is pathetic.

Do you think Abigail would want to see you like this?

HE SCOFFS Abigail's gone.

What about poor old Fogg?

Don't you think we ought to do right by him?

What are you talking about? You're his executor.

His affairs need to be settled.

What does it matter?

Foggy's gone too.

What does anything matter?

Oh, well, of course it matters.

It's important.

You need to settle the wager.

Phileas is dead.

You can't still expect him to pay you.

Well, I can.

I must.

It's a matter of honour.

Of...Fogg's honour.

You don't want to tarnish his reputation as a gentleman, do you?

Well, no, no, of course not.

Look, why don't I make an appointment with Fogg's solicitors?

We can go together. Get the ball rolling.

What do you say? Well, I...

Good. Excellent.

And for God's sake...

..pull yourself together, man, and go home.

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

DOORS CLATTER, CREAKING

DOOR BANGS

SQUEAKING

BUZZING

Thank you.

Looks lovely.

Bon appetit, monsieur.

And you.

Took long enough.

Whisky.

GUN CLICKS

Bar's shut.

What you gonna do with that?

Shoot.

I don't think so.

Why not?

Cos then my friend will kill you and those two behind you.

GUN CLICKS

GUN CLICKS

GUN CLICKS

Drop your weapon, Marshal.

Natural order has been restored.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Why don't you just go, get away?

Oh, I will.

But first, there's going to be a reckoning.

What does that mean?

Sergeant...

Do you still carry that switchblade?

Yes, sir.

What are you going to do to me?

To YOU?

Nothing.

The question is,

what are YOU going to do

to HIM?

I won't do it. I can't.

Oh, I think you will, Mr Fogg.

Otherwise three people are going to die here.

Not just these two.

Like I said.

You need to work out which side you're on.

Pick up the knife, Mr Fogg.

PANICKED BREATHING

Now, I'm gonna make this easy.

Let's go for a finger.

And you can walk out of here.

I'd say that was a generous offer.

Wouldn't you?

Do it.

What? Do as he says. Then get out of here.

Look after Fix. But I can't...

It's not you, it's him. Do it.

Go! Get on with it, then.

It's all right.

It's fine. You can do this.

Stop!

Huh! What?!

I haven't done anything.

If you are going to cut, make sure it is clean.

You know, like an axe.

Don't saw at it like you do with a steak.

You're not carving a roast. Carving a roast?!

What are you talking about? This man is English.

He lives on boiled beef and brown Windsor soup.

He never slices anything more difficult than toast!

So, if he's going to do this,

I just want him to...be prepared.

Just be prepared.

WHINNYING

WHINNYING

GUNSHOTS

CLICKING

Out of bullets?

Stay down.

Oh, I got you now, girl!

That pretty little head.

HE GRUNTS SOFTLY

Here.

GUNSHOT

COUGH

PASSEPARTOUT ROARS

Argh!

Ugh!

Are you all right? I'm fine. But you? I thought...

I know. Don't worry. Abernathy's gone.

I've got to get after him.

We've got to get after him.

You've got to go. This ain't your fight.

Yes, it is. Ours too.

Yes.

All right.

Mr Fogg, you're with me. Very good. We'll take the front.

You two take the back.

Swoop down towards the station. Fire a shot if you see him.

Don't take any chances.

You ready?

Well, let's find out.

Steady now. Steady.

Here.

Agh! Ugh!

Arghh!

HE GROANS

Stay here.

Watch him. Cover the street down this way.

On my own? Holler if you see anything.

I've got to check down here.

All right.

You'll be fine.

HE COUGHS

HE GASPS

DOOR CREAKS

SHUFFLING

Stop.

Drop the pistol and turn around.

Well, if it isn't Mr Fogg.

Drop the gun.

I said drop it.

Or what?

You gonna shoot me?

Takes guts

to kill a man face-to-face.

You think you have the stomach for it?

Yeah.

I had you pegged as a coward.

Drop it.

Would you have done it?

Tell me.

If he wouldn't,

I certainly will.

You can't.

I'm unarmed.

When did that ever stop you?

Hmm?

No, my friend.

Let's deal in justice...

..not revenge.

We gotta be better than his kind.

I'm wounded.

I need a doctor.

Don't worry.

You'll get everything you deserve.

Nice work, Mr Fogg.

Well, to be honest, I'm not sure I could've...you know.

You got him.

That's all that matters.

Can't take a Winchester into the Reform Club, can I?

Can I? No.

No.

The gun don't make the man.

Does it get any easier?

Standing up to people like that?

Does if there are people who'll stand with you. Mm.

Reckon I've got a few things to tidy up round here now before I head out.

But, uh... TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

..shouldn't you people be...? Oh, my Lord!

When you came in on the horse...

I saved your life.

True.

And I saved yours.

Lucky for both of us.

But the world is full of Abernathys.

And Kneedlings.

And Bellamys.

And Bass Reeves.

And Phileas Fogg.

And Jean Passepartout.

What are you doing?!

We've got a train to catch! We're heading home! Come on!

Just a train ride and a boat trip.

What could possibly go wrong?

PASSEPARTOUT LAUGHS

We're going to be late.

There's no rush.

The meeting's at five. It's already a quarter to.

I don't even know why you need to come with me, Bellamy.

Well, I thought you might appreciate some help with the details.

Wills can be complicated things.

Telegram for you, Mr Fortescue.

Oh, God... Oh, thank you.

You can read it on the way!

What on earth is it?

"Reports exaggerate.

"All...all are alive"?!

"En route to New York. London soon.

"Abigail."

They're alive.

All of them!

Alive!

Abigail.

And Fogg.

They're alive!

EXCITED CHATTER And heading for New York!

ALIVE!

CHEERING

EXCITED SHOUTING

Hip-hip! Hooray! Hip-hip! Hooray!

New York City!

At last.

First thing is to book a passage on the fastest boat possible.

What's this? Mr Fogg!

Mr Fogg! You think you can still win the wager?

Of course he can.

And is it true you captured a dangerous fugitive single-handed?

Single-handed?

How long are you staying?

VOICES FADE

Miss Fix, have you heard from your father?