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Hey!

Hey!

This is impossible.

Worse than that lifeboat.

This will save us a whole day.

Oh!

-Sorry. -Sorry.

Yah!

You know, looking at that

won't make us go any faster.

Guard on the train said the Transcontinental

stopped at Iron Point to repair an axle.

He estimated an eight hour delay, so,

we'll be in Battle Mountain sometime after five.

That was his best guess.

A lot riding on guess work.

Informed guess work,

also known as planning ahead.

Did this planning involve bringing any food with us?

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 sailor's charity, apparently.

At least it went to a good cause.

At this rate,

my trousers will make it round the world before we do.

Whoa.

No need for that.

Your hands ain't empty.

What d'you want?

Need a ride.

Ain't my problem, mister.

It is now.

Why have we stopped?

Who are you?

Name's Bass Reeves.

U.S. Deputy Marshal.

Lost one horse to a rattler.

Was 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 honor.

This is a ridiculous conspiracy.

Judge will 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 U.S. Marshall.

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.

I'm ready to fight.

Now, stop. We're wasting time here.

So, the Marshal...

We can't just leave him out here.

We sure can.

Then I'll put you all on the federal wanted list

soon as I make town.

All right. Fine.

Can we please just get going?

Your funeral.

Much obliged.

-Get in there.

I said, get in there.

Right, I'll--

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? When? -Dead?

Read it in The New York Times about a week ago.

Paper probably came out about a week before that.

-Dead? -Missing,

and presumed drowned.

Did they say anything else?

I think there was something from Miss Fix's father.

-Fortescue? -What did he say?

That he was heartbroken with grief, if I recall.

I told you, we should've 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 ba,

man to man.

Mister Bellamy...

What do you want?

That is a court warrant for debts.

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

very soon.

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 U.S. Marshal?

Escaped from Texas when the war started.

North into Oklahoma.

Hid out in the Indian Territoris 'til it was safe.

Took to farming.

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 anymore.

One on horseback, one on foot now.

Looks like Reeves got the Colonel walking.

Just gonna 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.

Oh.

Your associate, Mr. Fogg...

French?

Passepartout? Yeah.

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.

Honor, order.

-Order? -A place for everyone.

Everyone in their place.

So, Miss Sally,

have you ever thought about finding yourself a husband?

Of 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.

Abernathy... Is he actually dangerous?

Some white folks down in Tennessee...

formed a secret society...

dressed up in robes and hoods.

Call themselves the Klan.

The what?

No joke.

They put their masks on...

and they go out murdering Black folk.

-Abernathy? -One of the ring leaders.

People like to think

that the war settled all of 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.

The young lady.

Do you know her father?

Fortescue? Yes, we were at school together.

Good friend.

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've been--

Hold on, intimate? What?

You've been negligent, sir.

Negligent?

Well, 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.

People like Abernathy want to take that away.

I'm ready to fight again.

You sound like my brother.

Died fighting for his cause.

Something matters enough...

I'm not sure there's anything

I'd be willing to die for.

You can't say.

Moment comes...

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, Mister Fogg.

-Don't be slowing us down now. -Me? I mean--

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 them.

They're headed for Battle Mountain.

Must be fixin' to catch a train east. Yah!

Single action Colt?

It is.

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 off a rattlesnake.

I'm not sure it's the rattlesnakes

he needs to be worryin' 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.

Battle Mountain up ahead!

Let's pray the calculations

about the broken axle were accurate.

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 works!

We made it! Well done!

Good!

Causing quite a stir.

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

Maybe it's the suit.

We made it! I told you.

I think you'll find I told you.

Ah! Well, we still have 30 minutes.

We'll have time to eat, thank God.

Oh, um, saloon along the street

will do you something if you ain't too fussy.

Trop 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've got real soft hands, Mr. Fogg.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Au revoir.

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 gonna do?

I'm going to leave them alone.

-Pardon? -It can't be easy for them,

me constantly playing gooseberry.

Are you joking?

You need to end it, not encourage it.

Oh, Passepartout is a fine young man.

Mis Fix is a fine young white woman.

So, all this talk of shared values,

this is what you meant.

Confederate values, sir,

where everyone knows their place.

This violation of civil rights?

Murder and intimidation.

Had you as a man of vision, Fogg.

But your globetrotting has corrupted you.

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

Shut up.

Drink up, boys. Bar's closed.

We want no trouble.

Come on, boys.

Abernathy thinks you and I...

He thinks we're too... 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 realized--

-How dare you? -Look,

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

-There's 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 t-

You were discussing me and my father with a criminal?

No, no, no. Um...

No. That-- that-- No, he was--

-He was discussing you with me. -How is it obvious?

I don't know! It wasn't to me.

Or to you, apparently.

-But I thought-- -So, there is something.

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"--

Hmm.

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.

Oh, 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.

That way. Meet us back at the station.

Yah!

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 it done? -Yeah.

Let's get ourselves a drink.

Yah!

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.

I think someone's cut the wire.

What does that mean?

It means either the bank's about to get robbed,

or somebody's about to get killed.

Fortescue?

What on earth are you doing?

Do you know what time it is?

Fortescue...

Oh, for God's sake, man,

this is pathetic.

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

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?

Fogg is dead, too.

What does anything matter?

Oh, 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.

But I can.

I must.

It's a matter of honor,

of... Fogg's honor.

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.

-Thank you.

Looks lovely.

Bon appétit, Monsieur.

And you.

Took long enough.

Whiskey.

Bar's shut.

What you gonna do with that?

Shoot.

I don't think so.

Why not?

Because then my friend will kill you

and those two behind you.

Drop your weapon, Marshal.

Natural order

has been restored.

Why don't you just go, get away?

Oh, I will.

But first...

there's gonna be a reckoning.

What does that mean?

Sergeant, do you still carry that switchblade?

Oh, yes, sir.

What are you going to do to me?

To you?

Nothing.

Question is...

what are you gonna do...

to him?

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

Oh, I think you will, Mr. Fogg.

Otherwise three people are gonna 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.

Now, I'm gonna make this easy.

Let's go for a finger.

One of the French boy's fingers,

and you can walk outta here.

I'd say that was a generous offer.

Wouldn't you?

Not so mouthy now, are you, boy?

Do it!

-What? -Do as he says,

then get out of here. Look after Fix.

My God...

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

Cut!

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're 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's he 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.

Out of bullets?

Stay down!

Oh, I got you now, girl!

Show me that pretty little head.

-Are you all right? -I'm fine, but you,

-I thought-- -No worries.

Abernathy's gone.

I gotta get after him.

We've gotta get after him.

You gotta 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 at the water station.

Fire a shot if you see him.

Don't take any chances.

-Are you ready?

Well, let's find out.

Steady now.

Steady.

Here.

Stay here.

Watch him.

Cover the street down this way.

On my own?

Holler if you see anything.

I gotta check down here.

All right.

You'll be fine.

Stop.

Drop the pistol and turn around.

Well, if it isn't Mr. Fogg.

Drop the gun.

I said, drop it!

Or what?

Are you gonna shoot me?

Takes guts...

to kill a man face to face.

You think you have the stomach for it?

Yeah, 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?

Mm?

No, my friend.

Let's deal in justice.

Not revenge.

You 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 that I could've...

You got him. that's all that matters.

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

Can I? No!

No.

Gun don't make the man.

Does it get any easier?

Standing up to people like that.

Does if there are people who stand with you.

Reckon I got a few things to tidy up around here now

before I head out, but uh...

-Shouldn't you people be-- -Oh, my lord!

When you came in on that horse...

I saved your life.

True.

And I saved yours.

Lucky for both of us.

But the world is full of Abernathies,

and Kneedlings, and Bellamies.

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?

We're gonna be late.

Oh, there's no rush.

The meeting is 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, Roberts.

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!

And heading for New York!

-Alive!

Bring back the map!

Yes, bring up the map!

-Hip hip! -Hooray!

-Hip hip! -Hooray!

Hooray!

Bring back the map!

New York City, at last.

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

What's this?

That's a good question, sir.

Mr. Fogg, you think you can still win the wager?

-How was your trip? -Of course he can.

Is it true that you captured

a dangerous fugitive singlehanded?

Singlehanded?

How long are you staying?

Miss Fix, have you heard from your father?