All language subtitles for S4E12-Fogg Bound

Fogg, in our
struggling young nation,

we cannot yet afford to play

for the sake of a
jolly good game.

The colonel has a gun.

He's playing to
win, and so am I.

I, uh, think the seasoning
may be a little strong for him.

Give him some milk, Hey Girl.

Pardon.

My master wishes
to see you at once.

Smells very good.

Will you have a seat?

Please, monsieur,
do not torture me.

My master can't wait.

There is not a
minute to be lost.

A matter of life and death, hmm?

Voilà. Here.

Yeah, it's worth
considering further.

Where is he?

Ah, right over there.

Mm-hmm.

Do I remind you of someone?

Good heavens, no.

You were recommended to
me by the British Consulate

as being, on the whole,
a trifle more trustworthy

than the majority of
your fellow countrymen.

It is essential, for reasons

which cannot
possibly concern you,

that I reach the township of
Reno by tomorrow night at 7:00,

in order that I may meet
the train which is to take me

to New York by 10:00
p.m., December, the 11th.

Well, you could have caught
that train an hour ago here.

I was prevented from doing so
by elements beyond my control.

There he is again.

He's found us.

Who is that?

A countryman of yours.

A Colonel Proctor by name.

He insisted on trying
to challenge my master

to a duel.

Thus preventing you
from catching your train?

We met on the Oakland ferry.

I took exception to
certain unfortunate remarks

he made about my country.

He had the insolence to
offer me choice of weapons.

Ever since, he's been
following me around

with the persistence
of a bloodhound.

It's rather amusing, really.

Well, I wonder if he was moved
more by his honor as a patriot,

or by the sight of that
cash in your carpetbag.

The important thing is
to get me to Reno in time.

Can you do it?

With a certain amount
of luck, it's possible.

It is now exactly 11
minutes after 11:00.

You're fast.

That is impossible.

You're exactly
four minutes fast.

No matter.

To mention it is enough.

Tell me, how
long will it take you

to get ready?

45 minutes.

Passepartout, you will
arrange for the horses.

And keep an accurate
account of all expenditures.

Oui, monsieur.

I shall go and lie
down for 40 minutes.

And I'll see you in the
livery stables, Mr., uh...

Paladin.

Oh, yes, Paladin, of course.

"Phileas Fogg, Esquire.

Reform Club, Pall Mall,
London, West One."

Paladin.

It shows you have a decent
respect for the classics.

I shan't inquire
into your true name.

I beg your pardon?

I understand that
nearly everyone

in this part of your country
harbors a secret guilt

which if their true
name were found out,

might expose them to
the most severe reprisals.

Well, you are most considerate.

Yes.

Don't, uh, don't try to
take advantage of it.

In the meantime,

your past is no concern of mine.

Good day, sir.

Well, would you mind telling me

what that was all about?

He made a bet with
some other Englishman

that he could go around
the world in 80 days.

Well, I suppose they figured

that if it could
be accomplished,

an Englishman should
be the first one to do it.

You will find Monsieur Fogg
to be a very excellent master.

Firm but fair.

Indeed, the only
difficulty is, uh...

Is what?

He is, of course, quite mad.

What is that?

Aouda.

Princess of Allahbad.

Saved by my master from
her late husband's funeral pyre

at the most appalling risk

of death and
torture to all of us.

Remind me to order a
new timepiece, will you?

Oui, monsieur.

Fogg, nothing was said to me
about a woman accompanying us

on this expedition.

You don't seems to realize
what kind of an ordeal

we're about to undertake.

Is it her capacity
for the ordeal

you underestimate, or your own?

Come, Aouda.

We'll make our
way the best we can

without the aid
of this cavalier.

Aouda.

Am I to understand you've
set yourself against me?

That man is right.

There is no place on such a trip

for a weak woman.

But I am not a weak woman.

In Punjab, where I was raised,

a girl child who lacked
the skill of a mountain goat

either broke her neck

or was sacrificed to Kali.

Hyah!

Princess Aouda, you
only make me wonder.

Sir?

What other secrets
the Punjab may have

to teach the West.

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We are still on time, Mr. Fogg.

Look at this.

It's the only one of
its kind I've ever seen.

Like you.

This would be
lovely in your hair.

Oh, but among my people, a
flower worn in such a manner

has a definite meaning.

Which is?

It means that I...

That the woman...

is betrothed to somebody.

May I?

Since neither of you seem
to have any use for this.

Passepartout, heat
the water, please.

What now?

It's 4:00. Time for tea.

Monsieur Fogg, there
is no tea left whatever.

Good heavens.

I forgot to buy some
in San Francisco.

I was so unnerved by
that abominable Yankee

who followed us.

There's some chaps over there.

Pop over like a good fellow

and ask them if
they can spare us

a pinch of tea, will you?

Explain the circumstances.

Tea.

The best you can
possible get from them

is what they call coffee.

It's tan bark.

That's if they're prepared
to be civil to you at all.

Civil to a fellow
traveler in distress?

I shall go myself.

Can't you stop him?

I'm not sure I want to.

So, we meet again.

Only this time, it ain't
gonna be so easy.

You owe me a duel, mister.

I figure on collecting
right here and now.

With maybe a little
side bet in soft cash.

As I pointed out previously,

I have no intention of
meeting on the field of honor

with someone who can neither
lay claim to honor nor breeding.

And I'm calling you
a yellow, dirt-lickin',

toad-eatin', limey skunk.

Well, it seems to me
our respective country's

eating habits are
neither here nor there.

If you think you can provoke me

into changing my mind,
I assure you, you cannot.

Please!

Eh.

Thank you.

Well, shall we proceed?

Is that all you have
to say to this man?

I beg your pardon?

You don't seem to realize

how helpless we would
be here without him.

Precisely.

That's exactly
why I'm paying him.

I followed you halfway
around the world

because I believed
you to be a man.

I'm a gentleman,
not a street brawler.

If this modest
point of distinction

doesn't strike
you as adequate...

No, it does not.

And if your countrymen
are anything like you,

I'm not sure I wouldn't
rather stay here.

Passepartout.

Monsieur.

Well, according
to my calculations,

we're some five minutes
ahead of schedule.

I'm well pleased.

Well, I'm happy that you are.

Have you looked behind you?

Colonel Proctor.

He can catch us
anytime he wants to.

Therefore?

Therefore, we should
head for the brush

and turn toward the river.

Sir, are you proposing

that I employ subterfuge
to evade this ruffian?

Mr. Fogg, it's your schedule.

You have very
little understanding

of the British spirit
of sportsmanship.

One engages in a contest,
not for the sake of vulgar victory,

but for the sake of
playing the game.

Well, in playing the game,

have you considered the
safety of this young woman?

Princess Aouda

derives from a cast of warriors
who have given Her Majesty

a rousing good
scrap once in a while.

And all the better for it.

But out in the open, mind
you, not-not hiding behind

some craven ambush,
like-like-like red Indians.

The last countryman of yours

who uttered sentiments
like that about tactics

was a fellow named Cornwallis,

just before the
Battle of Yorktown.

Now, I wonder what he thought

when Washington
finished with him.

Charlie Cornwallis.

That fatuous second-rate
little opportunist who let

those untrained colonists
lead him around by the nose?

Let me tell you, sir, that if
your town had been defended

by my great grandfather,

General Sir Hezekiah Fogg,
your country today would be

little more than the
southernmost province of Canada.

Monsieur Fogg,

it was your kind of
strategy that defeated

the great Napoleon at Waterloo.

I am with you.

And you, Aouda?

Mr. Fogg saved my life.

I'm his to do with

whatever he wishes.

Uh, now, now,
there, young woman.

I shall countenance
nothing that doesn't have

the full sanction of the
Archbishop of Canterbury.

Mr. Fogg, in our
backward little country,

we are not yet able to afford
playing the jolly good game.

We play out here to win.

Especially when
there are lives involved.

Now, if that idea
is repugnant to you,

you may proceed without me.

I am headed for Reno.

In the words of La Bible, sir,

"They shall run to and fro, and
knowledge shall be increased."

That's enough of your cheek.

Now, this map, which I
purchased in San Francisco

at a cost of $25, states
categorically that the river

at this point is no more
than four feet deep.

There was a hot spell
in the Sierras last week,

melted a lot of snow.

Well, this map
makes no provision

for hot spells in the Sierra.

Well, be that as it may,

we obviously can't swim
any horses across this.

It's too deep and too swift.

Mr. Paladin, I must insist.

My schedule depends upon it.

Passepartout.

Passepartout, you're an idiot.

This is obviously
a ferry crossing.

Now, go and find a boat.

There's a good chap.

Oui, monsieur.

The bags are on the horses.

Well, I suppose we'd better
find someplace to make a camp.

Proctor and those people
will be coming along.

We'll need someplace
that's protected.

My valet expects to find me
here, and here I shall stay.

Mr. Fogg, I do not
want to leave your side.

But to stay here in the open

when those men may attack at
any moment is sheer madness!

It was because of
sheer madness...

As you choose to call it...
That my nation was able

to build an empire upon
which the sun never sets.

Fogg...

you have circled
three-quarters of this globe

with your eyes entirely
closed to everything

except your small
creature comforts

and your inflexible routines.

Very well!

I think it's just about
time you found out

that this is one country where
the ground rules of cricket

won't get you to second base.

Princess.

Paladin, I'm frightened.

What of?

In a way, Fogg's right.

They built that
extraordinary empire of theirs

by believing that
the rules of cricket

apply throughout the world.

I'm afraid of going to England.

Why, even the English
poets find England unbearable.

How so?

Shakespeare.

"There live not three good
men unhung in England

and one of them is fat."

Well...

Boswell said, "When a
man is tired of London,

he is tired of life."

Here we are, one
man and one woman,

bursting with life,

alone in the wilderness,

and you have nothing
more passionate to offer

than Anglo-Saxon poetry.

Back in our mountains,

a man like that would
not be considered a man.

Yes. Mm-hmm.

Now, what do you suppose
Mr. Phileas Fogg would do

if he saw us together

bursting with life?

He'd challenge you
to a duel to death.

Mm.

Wouldn't he?

I suppose he would.

Hello, Colonel.

This time, it's
for real, Mr. Fogg.

We gonna have our little
duel, whether you like it or not.

Very well.

If you insist.

All right!

You want to try it?!

Now, shuck that gun out there!

Are you ready?

Hardly cricket, old man.

Phileas!

Monsieur Fogg!

Ah!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Monsieur Fogg!

Why is it that there's nothing
that thrills a woman so much

as the sight of a man's blood?

Even covered with
blood, he's sarcastic!

She has a fine temper.

All spirit and whipcord.

To her people, she's
dead, so she has no home.

You strike me as
being very capable,

so I'll entrust her
to your charge.

Since she seems to prefer
the rigors of San Francisco.

Well, Mr. Fogg,

let's have a look
at this shoulder.

Now, Mr. Fogg,
if all your wounds

are as slight as this
one, you will be fortunate.

Indeed.

You are exactly
on time, Mr. Fogg.

This is the Truckee River,
which flows directly into Reno.

Sir.

Mr. Paladin.

I can't say the words to him.

No?

Tell him they say that
a man and a woman

are like two wheels
on the cart of life.

And one will not
turn without the other.

Indeed, madam, they do say so.

Ask him if he would
have me for his wife.

Tell her I will.