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You can't advertise a ray and then not finish it!

- It's preposterous!

I've half a mind to blame you, Miss Fix.

It was there in black and white in The Telegraph .

"The rail line had been completed across India."

It was your article, Miss Fix.

I didn't actually build the railway myself.

I merely reported its existence.

But it does not exist.

You are the most infuriatingly glass-half-empty person.

She's right. You've been like a bear

with a sore head ever since Yem.

Where is this village?

Ooh!

Another thing that does not exist.

Oh!

Oh!

Ah, it's in my eye. It's in my eye.

There's a fly in my actual eye.

An actual fly in my...eye. Ah!

Monsieur, if you get back on the train,

it will return us to that lovely hotel in Bombay

where the chilled beer glasses are always full.

You mean give up?

We are not giving up.

We just need something to hold on to.

Some sort of sign.

Oh... hello!

We're looking for the village of Narupani.

Wait.

Narupani!

Oh... Narupani!

Thank you.

Oh, hello.

Hello. Hello.

Hello. Nice to meet you all.

Thank you. Pleasure.

Oh, look at that. Oh, that's lovely.

What a wonderful place!

-Aouda! -Nouri?

Hello, hello. Ah!

Welcome.

Oh, thank you. Hello.

We're preparing the village for a wedding.

Oh, how splendid.

Well, in that case, you'll be relieved to know

that we won't be imposing on you.

This is the bride, my daughter, Samanaz.

Warmest congratulations

on your impending nuptials, young lady.

Now we need to get ourselves rather urgently to Allahabad.

The groom, Arjan.

Phileas Fogg. Pleased to meet you.

My traveling companion Miss Fix, my valet Passepartout.

You will be our very special guests.

Oh, no time for that, I'm afraid.

Time is of the essence.

We are attempting to travel around the world in 80 days.

Why?

Why? Because...

That's not important.

We need to guide to take us over the hills to Allahabad

so we can catch another train to Calcutta.

In the morning, I will give you our guide.

Oh, not in the morning, I'm afraid. Now.

Manners, Mr. Fogg.

I'm so sorry, madame. I forget myself.

We can pay our way, of course.

Everyone in the village is going to the wedding.

There can be no exceptions.

This is where you will spend the night.

Ah, this is--this is very generous of you, but--

I absolutely insist.

You will take my room.

Oh no, no, we can't take your own rooms.

You are our guest.

Well, that's absolutely wonderful.

Oh, there's even a couch for you, Passepartout.

I will let you wash after your journey.

Thank you.

We will leave in the morning, yes?

This way.

You are traveling unmarried?

Yes, I am. For 80 days.

Or 80 years, if I'm lucky.

This is beautiful. Thank you.

And you are a journalist?

Shocking, isn't it?

You can do your writing over there if you like.

Right.

Guess I'd better get started.

-I don't betray my friends. -Friends?

Is that really what they are?

If we leave at dawn and this guide is any good at all,

there's still a chance we'll make it to Allahabad.

Maybe we should rest up here for a few days,

refresh ourselves,

then make up time in some other way.

Out of the question.

We're not on a jaunt. We're on a mission.

Hmm, I like that. I'll give it to Miss Fix.

The Miss Fix who hasn't written a word

since she found out

her father's legs were made of clay?

Is that tea ready? I'm absolutely parched.

Put this in his drink.

He will sleep for a week, he'll lose the stupid wager,

and all will be well with the world.

Oh. Ah!

Oh, for God's sake, Passepartout, be more careful.

Don't start babbling in French.

Just clear up and make me a cup of tea.

I'm hardly being unreasonable. It's your job.

Now, listen here, Passepartout..

I miss you, Grayson.

What are you writing?

Nothing.

Every word I used to write, I'd imagine my father reading.

I lived to impress him, I see that now.

No longer?

No longer.

Take your clothes off.

I beg your pardon?

I can't dress you wearing the... what is this?

A corset.

It looks very uncomfortable.

Take it off.

Mm?

Does this bit not get covered up?

Of course not.

Hmm!

I wasn't looking.

Uh, how long do these ceremonies normally take?

Oh, I don't know.

You know, I never thought that could happen.

Such a wedding... an honor to catch.

I'm poor, I've got no work.

But Samanaz says I'm genuine in my heart.

Well, she seems like a fine woman

and I'm sure she'll make you a fine wife.

Because you have such knowledge of women and love.

Are you married, Mr. Fogg?

Oh!

This lady has prepared a favorite dish for you.

How splendid! Thank you.

Thank you.

Um, uh, utensils?

Oh, we use our fingers, Mr. Fogg.

Of course we do.

Hot enough, monsieur?

Some more, monsieur?

Good?

Mm.

Gentlemen, the ladies are here.

-Miss Fix.

Passepartout.

Beautiful. Both of them.

He seems a fine fellow.

He is.

Why exactly are you attempting to travel

around the world in 80 days?

To see if it's possible, I suppose.

And if it is, what will you learn?

That you can go on a great journey

and arrive back

at exactly the same place that you began?

But in 80 days.

But what is the point?

Ah...

You have undertaken this great journey

and you don't even know why.

-Whoa.

Find him!

Search the whole village!

We British have a long tradition of exploring new frontiers.

Yes.

You're always looking for new places

to grow your tea. That is true.

I think Britain has more than repaid India for the tea.

Let's get this done, mate.

-With what? -Universities.

Which we've had for 2000 years.

-Really? -Mm.

Really? Uh, well, then...

...railways.

Which are so good you are here in my village

asking to borrow my guide.

We've checked every house, sir.

The hill.

Arjan!

Arjan?

Arjan!

To bless you on your journey, this is the Tripundra.

I--I'm so sorry.

If you would prefer me not to...

No, no. Go on.

The three lines represent will, knowledge, and action.

Sepoy Arjan Anand!

What on earth are you people doing here?

Behaving rather better than you, by the looks of it.

Is there some sort of problem?

Sepoy Arjan Anand, show yourself!

There is no one here by that name.

Where is he?

I will ask you one more time. Where is he?

Samanaz--

Silence!

Arjan.

Sepoy Anand, you are under arrest

for desertion of the Indian Army.

Samanaz, stop.

Don't point that at her. Please, Jim.

Bleeding hell, Arjan. What you've done?

Arjan had permission to leave from his commanding officer.

I am his commanding officer and I gave no such permission.

Sepoy, 'tention!

No, please. We're getting married tomorrow.

Not to this deserter, you're not.

Lieutenant, my name is Phileas Fogg.

There must be some sort of mistake here.

He is a deserter, sir. No mistake.

He will be court-martialed tomorrow.

-No. -What will happen to him?

If he's found guilty, he'll be transported overseas

-to Mallorca. -No, no, no.

Back to camp!

Arjan! Arjan, no!

No, no, Arjan!

No, no, no. No!

Arjan.

- Monsieur? -There you are.

Pack everything up. We're leaving.

But we just got here.

The wedding's off. They can release the guide.

We can still make it till 7:00 a.m. from Allahabad.

Did you see what just happened?

The bride and groom were pulled apart

on the day before their wedding.

Hmm, don't be so soppy and Fren.

No wonder you chaps don't have an empire.

This really is just about the bet to you, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes. Stop looking for ulterior motives.

A friend bet me I couldn't do this thing.

-I'm going to prove that I can. -No matter what it costs.

No. The boy lied to her and broke her heart.

If we catch the train or miss the train,

her heart remains broken.

It is going to be a long night, monsieur.

Some tea before we go?

Finally, a good idea.

You told my guide to get ready to take you to Allahabad?

Yes.

A little forward of you.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Um, we're in a hurry.

I meant no disrespect.

I will of course expect payment.

Oh, yes, of course.

I do not want your money.

I want you to talk to the lieutenant.

Persuade him to release Arjan. That'll be my payment.

I can't do that.

He will listen to you.

He's an officer in the army.

He will not and should not listen to me.

One of his soldiers deserted.

He could be court martialed and punished.

Get him to release Arjan, or no guide.

No guide, no 80 days.

You can fall out of love with a country.

Thank you.

Suppose I'll have to talk to the wretched man.

I say "man." He looked about 12.

Forgive me if I seem a little callous, Passepartout.

This is not our business.

We must not get embroiled in this.

Give the lieutenant my card. Ask him to join me for supper.

I'll speak up for the lad and we'll be on our way.

That hit the spot.

How could he have done this to me?

He told me he had permission from his commanding officer.

Maybe he was refused permission.

Just wanted to be with you, to marry you.

I need to see him.

Now, he'll be under armed guard.

I don't care. I need to speak to Arjan.

This is the army, Samanaz. They won't let you see him.

Company!

One!

One.

Two.

Two.

The boys wanted you to have this.

Thank you.

If it turns out bad, Arjan, I'll keep an eye on her for you.

Try to get some sleep.

Passum...paparium.

The gentleman's relish.

I've been saving it for a special occasion.

Thank you, sir.

How long have you been out here in India?

Six months.

And in the army?

Six months.

Have you ever been in love, lieutenant?

It's a bit of a personal question, Mr. Fogg.

I could ask you the same question.

Well, I asked it first.

Actually, I have a fiancée back in England.

Would you care to see a photograph of her?

Oh, very much. Yes.

Her name is Penelope.

Mm. Hmm.

You find my fiancée's face amusing?

Oh, no, of course not. She's extremely beautiful.

Listen, Bathurst.

Bathurst,

I want to talk to you about Sepoy Arjan.

He's a young man and he's made a mistake.

Could you see to it...

to drop the charges?

Just this once?

You're asking a British officer in the Indian Army

to look the other way?

Hmm, yes, I am.

No.

You look tired, monsieur. It's been a long day.

Actually, Passepartout, I feel absolutely tip-top.

Be careful.

Arjan.

Samanaz?

Is it me or is it getting awfully hot?

Perhaps it is time to go to sleep.

Stop telling me to go to sleep.

I should retire myself.

It's a busy day tomorrow.

And it starts with...

...the court-martial of young Arjan.

-Yes. -Yes.

How many courts martial, martial courts have you...

overseen?

None.

-That is completely--

That is completely immaterial.

The man will get a fair hearing.

If your mother was here now,

how would she want you to behave?

Mm?

With kindness and empathy?

Or with... rigidity?

My mother is dead, sir.

She died when I was five years old.

Right.

Oh, lieutenant, please forgive me.

You are a disgrace.

Oh, please, lieutenant, forgive me.

Why did I laugh, Passepartout?

Because you're tired and you need to sleep.

Hoo hoo!

Pow pow pow pow pow pow pow...

Monsieur!

Where are you, Miss Fix?

Would you like me to get you a cab, Mr. Fortescue?

No, Roberts.

I would not like that.

Do you have children, Roberts?

No, sir.

To be loved by your own child...

is a fine thing.

Perhaps the finest thing that can ever happen to a man.

I had a daughter once.

You still do, sir.

She won't want a father like me, will she?

A liar.

A fraud.

Are you sure I can't get you that cab, sir?

I said no and I mean no.

I was loved by a child once.

A remarkable child.

To be honest, I never really got along with Wagner.

Really heavy going.

My friend Fortescue, on the other hand, laps it up.

Says it's profound. Do you know Fortescue?

Monsieur is talking to a cow.

What have you done to your nose?

You punched me.

Don't be ridiculous. Have you met Boris?

Boris plays violin

for the Philharmonic Society of London.

Strictly speaking, second violin.

But he's still very good. You're very good.

Mr. Fogg?

Miss Fix!

Have you fixed everything?

What's happening? Is he sick?

I don't know.

I'll get my mother. She'll know what to do.

It's so unlike him.

Maybe he's a secret drinker.

We can't just do nothing.

I'm a manservant, not a doctor.

♪ And old English roast beef

-Come on! - Monsieur--

This is a cow.

♪ And old English roast beef

-Everybody! -Mr. Fogg. Mr. Fogg.

♪ And old English roast beef.

-Come on. Come on. -I love you.

This way.

-Sorry. -Let's go!

Has he been drinking?

Just tea.

Is it typhoid?

I am Alexandre of Macedon.

Who gave me a mixed wine?

Please be careful.

Monsieur?

Come down.

-Mr. Fogg!

I think he's having a convulsion. Do something.

I can't help him if I don't know what's wrong with him.

Come.

I've never seen a man so sick.

Well, if anybody can help him, it would be my mother.

I think he may have taken this.

You "think"?

I know.

I'm here, Mr. Fogg. We're all here.

Why would he take datura seeds?

I took a bribe to slow him down.

The man said it would send him to sleep for a day or two.

How much did you give him?

One of those?

You'd better hope it doesn't put him to sleep forever.

Please, help him.

It's just water.

Please.

Keep him cool and keep him awake.

If he falls asleep, he may never wake up.

Samanaz, I need your help with the medicine.

That's right, monsieur . Just stay awake.

Medicine for what? This makes no sense.

When I left him, he was perfectly fine.

In the land of the elephants...

gods.

Elephant gods.

No, monsieur! No, no.

I'll get him some more water.

He's hot, so hot.

Keep him awake.

Mr. Fogg?

Stay with me, Mr. Fogg.

Please, Mr. Fogg.

Phileas?

Phileas.

Estella?

No, it's me, Abigail.

My darling Estella, you cannot...

I always knew you would.

I always knew. Well, no, I didn't know, but I hoped.

-I dreamed. -Mr. Fogg.

Feel my heart, Estella.

It's always been yours.

Waiting for you.

Now you're finally here, I can tell you everything.

I'm traveling the world.

Like we planned.

France, Italy...

I've had such adventures.

I flew across the Alps.

-I saved a young boy's life. -That's wonderful.

I just want you to be proud of me.

Just once.

You see, Estella, I've been alone for such a very long time.

You were right to go.

To leave me.

I could never have been good enough for you.

I think you knew that from the start.

I think we both knew.

What are you doing? Wake him up.

I'm sorry. I--

-I didn't mean-- -Wake up, please.

Get him up.

How is he?

-He nearly slept. -I'm sorry.

Set him down.

He must drink this.

Make sure he drinks all of it.

Only then can we let him sleep.

-Thank you. -Do not thank me yet.

Has he ever mentioned anyone called Estella to you?

No.

He thought I was her.

He thought I was Genghis Khan.

No, this was real.

I could see the emotion in his eyes.

It was incredibly powerful.

He looked at me with such love, such adoration.

Maybe a puppy he was given for Christmas.

There was someone in his life called Estella,

someone he very clearly loved.

I think they were meant to travel the world together,

but she ended their relationship

and went off on her own.

I just can't imagine Fogg being with a woman. Can you?

I try very hard not to.

I don't think we're here

because of a silly bet in the Reform Club.

I think we're here because once upon a time,

Phileas Fogg loved a woman called Estella.

No.

We are here risking our lives

with this guy here because he took a stupid wager.

You're wrong, Passepartout. I feel sure of it.

We are here because a woman broke his heart.

Estella.

Oh, hello.

Oh...

-Thank you. -You're awake!

Ah. Oh!

Did something happen last night?

Everyone's so inordinately enormously pleased to see me.

As am I, sir.

You are alive.

Well...

I feel like an elderly badger's died in my mouth,

but I'm very much alive, yes.

I will send for our best guide.

Guide?

To take you to your train at Allahabad.

Well, I believe I have some other business

to attend to first.

I need to speak to the lieutenant about young Arjan.

-You already did. -Did I?

How did it go?

He showed you a picture of his fiancée

and you laughed.

When's the boy's court martial?

-Now. -Now?

You're up, Arjan.

All the boys are rooting for you.

Last thing I remember clearly is drinking some tea.

The food was very spicy.

-Perhaps some sort of reaction. -It wasn't the food.

-You were absolutely drooling. -Was I?

You really don't remember anything?

Well, just some dreams. Very vivid dreams.

Did I say anything?

No. Nothing.

All rise.

This court is in session.

Lieutenant Aldous Cecile Bathurst presidin.

This summary court martial is hereby ordered

to convene on this day,

the third of November in the year of our Lord 1872.

Sepoy Arjan Anand, you were charged

with the crime of desertion of your post

whilst on duty with her Majesty's Army.

How do you plead?

Guilty, sir.

Very well.

Before we move to sentencing,

do you have anything you wish to say

by way of mitigation?

Sir, if I may, I've prepared something

that I would like to read to the court.

When I first went to Narupani,

my intention was only to follow

the orders I'd been given--

to conduct a census of the local people.

Those were my orders. You disobeyed my orders.

I did not disobey them lightly, sir.

But disobey them you did.

Because I knew we would be moving out afterwards.

And that would mean a lifetime of unhappiness.

Knowing that I would never see the woman that I love again.

I believe I am of good character.

My service record shows several distinctions,

including one for bravery

during the floods in Maharashtra.

I respectfully ask the court to consider this

and ask for mercy in sentencing.

Your statement has been noted, sepoy .

Nonetheless, the crime you have pleaded guilty to

is amongst the most serious any soldier could commit.

Wait!

I object!

To what?

I'm not sure yet. I just do.

You're not an army officer.

You're not an elected advocate.

You have no right to speak in this court.

Where is the officer who will speak for Arjan?

The is not another British officer for 100 miles.

I will undertake that role myself.

Judge, jury and executioner?

Arjan, tell him that you want Mr. Fogg

to speak on your behalf.

-Well, I-- -Yes.

Sir, I wish for this man to speak on my behalf.

Good.

Very well. I'll make an exception.

The floor is yours, Mr. Fogg.

Go.

Morning. Um...

-Your Honor-- -I am not a judge.

Sir, um...

Uh, first of all, I should start with an apology.

Um, when you showed me the photograph of your fiancée,

um, I'm told I may have laughed.

- ...which, which is

completely ridiculous, as--as--

as she's a very fine looking young woman.

This is a military hearing, Mr. Fogg.

You will kindly keep my fiancée out of it.

When I spoke to you last night, I was not well,

I was not myself,

and I'd hate your bad opinion of me

to color your opinion of sepoy Anand.

Get on with it, man.

Can I have some water?

Tell him no one should be punished

for falling in love.

Sir...

Sir...

sepoy Anand is innocent.

No, no, he is not. We've already established that.

-Have we? -Yes, sir.

Guilty as charged.

Right.

-I've got nothing to say. -It's about character.

Mm, I barely know him.

You know yourself. It's in here.

This is a waste of time.

Sepoy Anand,

you may believe that abandoning your company

in pursuit of a woman makes you

some kind of romantic hero. It does not.

It makes you a deserter.

You are not a hero.

You are a coward.

Whether in peacetime or in war,

-desertion is-- -I object!

Will you stop objecting?

No, dammit, I will not. I object to that word.

This man risked everything.

His reputation, his career...

his freedom...

to be with the woman he loved.

Have you seen action yet, Lieutenant Bathurst?

Well, that is neither here, nor there.

When you do...

when you hear the screams of your wounded comrades,

and the smoke,

and the sweat,

the blood in your eyes,

the whine of the bullets, and the slash of the sword,

when you lead these fine men into the teeth of the enemy...

God's sake, man, spit it out.

...what will push you on?

Duty?

Orders?

A flag?

Or... will it be the thought of seeing

the people you love one more time?

The face of your fiancée, perhaps.

The face of Penelope. Yes?

Sepoy Anand was faced with the same prospect.

-He was not faced with death. -Well, he may as well have been.

To have lived the rest of his life

without the woman he loved.

Knowing she's out there

and knowing he'll never see her again.

He's a young man. It was too much for him.

You think love is a legitimate reason to desert?

I think it's the best possible reason.

When you have found love...

real love...

...life without it has no purpose.

So you will fight

with every shred of strength you possess.

You will ignore orders and the people that give them.

You will disregard common sense,

any damned thing,

and the words of your friends.

You will do whatever it takes to hold on to it.

And if you do not, then...

...then you're a coward.

I took a commission from the Queen.

Well, the Queen would understand.

The Queen would agree.

She of all people knows what it's like

to have loved and lost.

If it were Penelope...

do you honestly say

you would have behaved any differently to this man?

Sepoy, 'tention!

Sepoy Arjan Anand,

I hereby sentence you

to be dishonorably discharged from Her Majesty's army.

You will forfeit all privileges and pay with immediate effect.

Sir?

Get out of my sight.

She's a very beautiful woman, lieutenant.

Go home and marry her.

-Thank you so very much. -Arjan, you're very welcome.

Well done, Mr. Fogg.

I was surprised myself.

Right.

For you.

Are you sure?

Of course. You can wear it for your own wedding.

I'm sorry we can't stay longer.

Apparently we have a new expedition leader

and he's very strict.

When you're ready, Miss Fix.

Time and estuary wait for no man,

or woman.

Tide.

Oui, oui.

Not in a million years.

Come on, Monsieur Fogg. We have a train to catch.

Thank you, Aouda, for saving my life.

I hope you find

what you're looking for, Mr. Fogg.