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-Mr. Fogg, over here!

How did you find the wild West, Mr. Fogg?

It's incredible. He's here!

Estella...

What's it like being brought back from the dead, Mr. Fogg?

Well, um...

Oddly exhilarating, actually.

Loved your new piece on India, Miss Fix.

None of us at the paper

have ever read anything quite like it.

-Thank you. -What next?

I understand you once said that you need a man

like a fish needs a penny-farthing?

I'm not going to share my private plans

with an American journalist. No siree.

And you, Passepartout?

I am a rolling stone, Monsieur. I will roll.

You really think...

Is it true that everyone in the city knows I'm here?

There's not a man or woman on the island of Manhattan

who doesn't know that the great Phileas Fogg

is going to be in this very station today.

Now,

we'd love to stand here talking with you all day but...

don't you folks have a boat to catch?

Look at that one!

New York! I love this place!

♪ ...jingle all the way

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells

♪ Jingle all the way

Is everything all right, Monsie?

Yes, of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?

-Ready? Yep. -You got this?

There you go.

There she is, the Henrietta.

We've almost made it.

Don't look back, Monsieur.

Let's go home.

Safe travels, folks.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome aboard Henrietta and to our grand ballroom.

Well, this is pretty spectacular.

I suppose it will have to do.

-Tea!

I have a strong and barely controllable desire

for a decent cup of tea.

You'll join us, Mr. Fogg?

Um, later.

Mr. Fogg?

I think now he's nearly home

it's all getting a bit much for him.

Whoever gave you this saved your life, Monsieur.

I think you might be right, Passepartout.

Someone will achieve this.

Well, it won't be you.

Abandoning Estella like t is the thing I'm most ashamed,

and that I most regret.

And I've never felt that same close bond

with anyone again.

Some are born to adventure,

and others, frankly, are not.

I'll see you all, back here,

no later than one o'clock, Christmas Eve.

When you have found love, real love,

life without it has no purpose.

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

and if you do not then, then, you're a coward.

You've changed your mind. Excellent.

May I recommend this Darjeeling tea?

I'm going ashore.

Ashore?

But it's nearly time to set sail.

You are so close, Monsieur.

If I'm not back in time, just leave without me.

Mr. Fogg?

What's happening? Where's he going?

Where do you think?

To stand under a clock, and wait for a woman.

I can't believe it.

To get this far,

to be this close and to throw it all away.

He'll make it back, I know he will.

Mr. Fogg won't let us down.

Mr. Fogg lets everyone down.

Come on, that's not fair.

He's not the same man we started out with.

You know that as well as I.

You mean, the man who sat in the same chair

waiting for something to happen for twenty years?

Bloody, bloody idiot.

And where do you think you're going?

How dare you leave me on that ship

without so much as a word or a backward glance?!

You broke my heart.

I know what I did, Estella. I ruined your life.

I won't ask your forgiveness

because what I did was unforgivable,

but if it's any consolation, I ruined mine at the same time.

Do you have time for me to tell you

how terrible my life has been?

All the time in the world.

Go inside. He's not coming.

What if this was how it was meant to end for Mr. Fogg?

Not back in the Reform Club, but in the arms of his lover?

His lover? A woman he left on a ship

because he didn't have the courage to be with her.

What if this is simply the most

gigantic, astonishing love story?

It's just not the story we thought it was.

And what if he's using this as an excuse?

A fear of winning,

a fear of facing that man waiting for him in London?

You forget how he looked at me in India

when he thought I was Estella. That was no excuse.

I hope one day a man will look at me like that.

-You have changed your melody. -Tune.

I've let my experiences influence

and modify what I believe. You should try it.

Oh, I'm sure your father will arrange

everything exactly the way you want it.

Wh-What do you mean by that?

Nothing. Forget I said anything.

Come on. This journey is nearly over.

You might as well say what you think.

When you were asked at the station,

"What will you do next?" I had to smile to myself.

Did you? And what was the source of this hilarity?

Your future is already waiting for you.

Your father will let you write some more articles,

then you'll meet some man with a lot of money.

Lovely house. Servants. Babies--

After all this time, all we've been through,

you actually know nothing about me, do you? Not a single thing.

It has nothing to do with me.

But I know something about you, Monsieur Passepartout.

I know that deep, deep down, you want a home.

You want somewhere to belong. You want

people to love and you want people to love you back.

Don't hold your breath, Miss Fix.

Me?

I want nothing to do with your squalid little life.

What extraordinary vanity to think that I might.

Well. Then we're both happy!

-Delirious. -Yes!

Once it became clear that you weren't going to follow me,

I just traveled, like we always said we would.

I saw the world. It's a rather beautiful world, Phileas.

Yes, it is, I know that now.

And then I ended up here in New York, pretty much penniless.

So I started working in the kitchen

of an Italian restaurant...

where I met the owner's son, Fabio Rossi.

He made me laugh again.

One day he asked me to marry him and I said yes.

You're married. I'm glad.

Fabio died four months ago.

Estella, I'm so sorry.

Please, tell me about him.

Fabio was charming.

He was funny... passionate, infuriating.

Always the light and soul of any room he'd ever walk into.

I didn't know what he was going to do or say

from one hour to another.

He was a wonderful father.

And the most beautiful husband and...I loved him.

Y-you've had a good life?

Well, I've had a life.

Some of it was astonishing, some of it was sad.

But, day and night, sun and rain, it all makes up a life.

And you, Phileas, what have you done with yours?

-Nothing. -Nothing?

After my act of cowardice at Dover that morning--

-Oh, enough of this. -I went to the Reform Club.

Sat in my usual chair, talked to my usual friends,

had lunch at my usual table and read about

the cricket scores in the Telegraph.

You were seeing the world

and falling in love and having a family.

I was reading about a sticky wicket at the Oval.

-For twenty years. -I knew it!

The day we buried my husband,

this man who loved life so much

and who had shared it with me, I thought about you, Phileas.

A very different sort of man, potentially brilliant,

frightened of life.

So I sent you a postcard.

You really should get on board, Miss.

I'm waiting for a friend.

He's got twenty minutes. The Henrietta waits for no one.

You were under a lot of pressure, I knew that.

Especially from your so-called friends.

My friends?

I suspect Fortescue was terribly fair.

"On the one hand, on the other hand..."

Yes, he was, yes.

But your delightful Bellamy less so.

Bellamy. You--you remember him?

Of course I do.

The night before we were to leave for France,

he came to see me.

He told me what an utterly useless man you were

and you would never have the courage

to come on the journey with me

and that I should cut my losses while I still could.

I told him he was just jealous of you.

You were a thousand times the man he'd ever be.

He was right and you were wrong.

I don't believe that.

I didn't believe it then and I don't believe it now.

Oh, you must go. You'll miss your sailing.

What sort of life

do you think that we would have had together

if I'd had the courage to get back on that ship?

I think we would have had a wonderful life.

I always thought we'd travel the world together

and then we'd settle down in a little cottage somewhere

in Devon, away from London and all your friends.

Really? You thought that?

And you...think we--we might have had children?

Of course! We'd have had brilliant children.

And you would have been a brilliant father.

Phileas.

Phileas.

One tiny step, one shard of courage,

and we would have had a life together.

It's not too late, Phileas.

Well...it's too late for you and I, obviously.

The ship sailed years ago from Dover.

Yes. Obviously.

But it's not too late for you, Phileas.

You are an extraordinary man

who was put on this earth to do extraordinary things.

That's what you said when we met.

You've only just begun. You haven't finished yet.

The biggest obstacle is still waiting for you.

One more sailing to Liverpool, one last train journey.

-That's nothing to me now. -Oh.

Boats and trains are all that,

but the likes of men like Bellamy...

it's a different story.

He will try and bring you down. He will try and humiliate you,

pin you to that wretched armchair

for the rest of your life.

If you let him win,

he wins forever.

Do you understand?

He was wrong and you were right.

Exactly.

I loved you, Estella.

Never, never doubt that.

I never have.

Forgive me.

Final call for the Henrietta!

I'm sorry.

I was upset about Mr. Fogg leaving us

and I took it out on you.

Because you really want us to finish this together, don't you?

I have let my experiences

influence and change what I believe.

I didn't want it to end like this.

Not the story you were hoping to write.

You sat there in front of me, sir, in that very chair,

and assured me that this bank's loan to you

would be covered by you coming into

a considerable amount of money

this Christmas Eve.

-That is correct. -A wager? A bet?

What is all investment banking, Mr. Hughes,

if not a form of betting?

Now if there's nothing else.

You sound very confident that your friend

will fail in this endeavor.

Supremely confident.

Cab!

Find the next man.

Cab?

Ah, I already got a lay in the back, mister.

Cab? Cab?

Sorry my friend, no.

He's not going to make it.

He's still got time.

Hey, stop, cargo only!

What the... Get off me! I've a boat to catch!

No, you don't.

Your journey ends here. Get in there.

What are you doing?!

It's Bellamy, isn't it?

Just so he can win a stupid wager?

A bit more than that, I'm afraid.

The man's bankrupt.

Bankrupt?

Maybe he said to slow me down

but not... not this. He's my friend.

What's happening over here?

This is our bit of town.

What are you doing with the rich man?

This is private business, boys. On your way.

I said on your way, child.

It's Christmas.

You gotta share.

Come on.

Let's leave the elves to their play.

"Phileas Fogg's epic adventure ended in a New York warehouse."

Sounds rather glamorous. It's not though.

Hey, scrooges!

You silly, silly boys.

Give us the man's wallet and you can go.

That's not gonna happen.

Keep the rich one out the way,

till we're finished with his friend.

This way, sir.

Hold him!

You think you're tough?

Have you ever... spent even a term...

at an English...public school?!

I said 80 days!

I meant 80 days!

-Yes. -Let's go, boys.

Yes! Run home to your mothers!

Come on. Let's go.

I am Phileas Fogg!

Let's go, lads.

Come on.

Ha!

Oh, no.

-Let me see.

I'll get a doctor.

It's too late for me.

What's this?

You either get on now or stay here, Miss.

So it ends.

Come, Miss Fix.

What on earth are you doing hanging around here?

Mr. Fogg! What happened to you?

I met a woman under a clock. Sorry if I alarmed you both.

We started this together, we will finish it together.

Home?

-Home. -Home.

Fogg!

May the best man win.

Everyone downstairs is willing him on, sir.

Oh, thank you, Roberts.

No telegrams for me?

No, sir.

Getting a bit jittery there, Bellamy?

Not in the slightest.

Phileas Fogg against the world.

There was only ever going to be one winner.

And it's not Fogg.

Well, you'd better hope not.

Twenty thousand pounds.

Full steam ahead!

I hope you're not writing about Mr. Fogg's liaison?

How can you even suggest such a thing?

How many Ts in "Estella"?

Garçon.

More ice over here.

Uh, I think Monsieur may have mistaken me for a waiter,

when I am in fact a fellow traveler.

Oh. But this is first class.

He has a first class ticket, you imbecile.

Don't call my fiancé an imbecile.

You're the one who's letting the side down.

If you're going to be in first class with us,

you'd better scrub that dirt off your skin.

Ignore them, Passepartout. It's just ignorance.

I know what it is, Miss Fix. And, uh...

don't tell me how to deal with it.

I've been dealing with it all my life.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

Would you care to dance with me, Miss Fix?

- I've had enough of this. - Ah ah ah!

Leave it. They're not worth it.

Disgusting.

Ah...

Go to bed.

I don't want to look at it anymore.

Agatha.

Agatha!

Everything is going to change, isn't it?

Not tonight.

They can't change tonight.

Welcome to Liverpool, ladies and gentlemen.

Please have your documents ready for inspections.

There's a direct train to Saint Pancras Station

that's due to get into London at 11:30 am.

If we jump in a cab there, we'll be back at the Reform Club

and trailing clouds of glory

and still have half an hour to spare.

You're in a good mood, Monsieur.

Oh, we're in England. I can smell the finishing line.

One more train and victory is ours.

Ah-ha.

Good day to you, sir! Phileas Fogg.

You may have heard of me. In something of a hurry.

Papers.

Yes.

We have traveled around the world in...

very nearly 80 days.

The train to London is our last leg.

It leaves within the hour.

Passepartout... free to go through.

Miss Abigail Fortescue.

Welcome home, Miss Fortescue.

Thank you.

Fogg, Phileas.

That's you, sir, is it?

It is, yes.

Yes. If you could let us get on, I'd be incredibly obliged.

It says here, sir, there's an outstanding warrant

for your arrest.

My arrest? That's...preposterous,

-An arrest warrant from where? -Hong Kong.

That was a misunderstanding.

I'm sure it was, Miss. Still, there it is.

An outstanding warrant of arrest.

Yes. Yes. Send a telegram

to the governor's office in Honk Kong.

-They'll explain everything. -Not my job to send telegrams.

This is ridiculous.

I have circumnavigated the world--

Uh, who does send the telegrams, officer?

-Barry. -And where might we find Barry?

In his bed, I should think.

When does he start work?

Eight am.

That's too late! We'd miss the train, we'd lose the wager!

Well, you should have thought about that before

you got yourself arrested, sir.

What is wrong with this stupid country?

This man is a hero!

This stupid country will happily deport you, sir,

if you don't calm down.

Next.

My father is the editor of The Daily Telegraph.

That's nice for him, Miss.

Stand aside, sir.

You're making these people late for their connections.

We are on the cusp of history, officer,

and you could be a small but glorious part of it.

Lucky old me, sir. Stand aside.

Next, please.

No. I will not fail.

-Next. -Oh, my goodness!

Mr. Fogg!

Get off him!

-Impound him. Get him up! -Eighty days!

-Come on. -Eighty days!

In you go.

Yeah, I'll be gone by five, so that's three hours this week.

Yeah, absolutely. Thanks for noting that, sir.

Before you ask,

nothing has changed since the last time you asked me.

Why is our friend still incarcerated? It's outrageous.

Barry says the line to Hong Kong is still down.

When the line is up, Barry will make his inquiries.

-When will that be? -All in good time.

We don't have time!

That is what we keep telling you,

If you two don't stop harassing me,

you'll both have your own cells

and that's no way to spend Christmas.

It's nearly over.

We failed.

Poor Mr. Fogg.

This will devastate him.

Merry Christmas, British bureaucracy.

Where will you spend Christmas?

You don't have to worry about me anymore.

What if I want to worry about you?

Your life is waiting for you, Miss Fix.

Your father. An important career.

Are you saying that if you were to stay in London,

our friendship would be some sort of brake on my career?

My happiness?

So on you'll roll, the great Passepartout,

nobly leaving me behind to my fate?

What if this courageous, selfless, noble act of yours

isn't courageous at all?

What if it's cowardice?

What if you're frightened of caring for someone

because if you care for someone, you might just get hurt?

I think that what we had can only truly make sense

in the middle of this great adventure.

Then we must find another adventure.

I don't know what the future holds, nobody does.

Promise me one thing, Passepartout.

Don't try and be noble.

Don't slip away and think you'll be making my life easier.

Promise me that.

Passepartout?

I promise.

♪ On Christmas Day

♪ In the morn...

♪...ing

Sorry about the delay, sir.

It wasn't Barry's fault. The line to Hong Kong was down.

Hmm.

You're free to go.

♪ I saw three ships

♪ Come sailing in

♪ On Christmas Day

♪ In the morn...

I did know who you were, Mr. Fogg,

but I have a job to do. I'm sure you understand.

It was always going to end this way.

Foolish to think otherwise. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, sir.

How are you, Monsieur?

Looking forward to getting home.

-It wasn't your fault. It was-- -No.

I'd rather not talk about it, Miss Fix, if you don't mind.

This time, we are finally finished.

You--you nearly made it. No one could have done more.

He's not right about much, but he's right about this.

It was the most astonishing attempt.

You're both very kind.

I wonder if there's a dining car on the train?

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Mr. Fogg!

Sorry, Grayson, lost my key somewhere over Italy.

You're home!

Come in, come in!

-Hello, Grayson. -You know Miss Fix.

-And Passepartout. -Bonjour, Grayso.

Yes, of course.

We've read all about your adventures in The Telegraph.

We're all very proud of you here, sir.

Thank you, Grayson.

I don't know about anybody else,

but I'm ready for a glass of sherry.

Aren't you cutting it a bit fine, sir?

Cutting what a bit fine?

Well, if you're to win the wage,

you have to be at the Reform Club...

in fifteen minutes.

My dear fellow, we have lost the wager.

We had to be back in London by one o'clock on Christmas Eve.

Today is Christmas Day.

I'm sorry, sir, but uh, today is not Christmas Day.

How about that glass of sherry? There's a good chap.

I think I can see what's happened..

It's an easy mistake to make.

You were traveling constantly eastward,

which means you were constantly traveling towards the sun,

and the days were therefore diminished by four minutes.

The circumference of the earth is 360 degrees.

These 360 degrees, multiplied by four minutes,

gives you precisely 24 hours.

In other words, Grayson, while we, traveling eastward,

saw the sun pass the meridian 80 times,

you here in London

only saw it pass the meridian...

79 times?

Precisely, sir.

It's Christmas Eve.

Well...I hate to say I told you so, Fortescue,

but I told you so.

He still has time.

It's Mr. Fogg, sir! He's coming!

He's coming!

Come on, Phileas!

Come on!

Come on!

Where is he, then?

He's stopped!

Stopped?

Why has he stopped?

Mr. Fogg!

If he wins, you lose, Phileas. Forever.

That's what Estella said.

And she was right. She was right all along.

He's on his way!

There he is!

Nine...

Eight...

Seven...

Six...

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One.

Congratulations!

You did it, Phileas.

You actually did it.

Never in doubt, Bernard.

Not with your remarkable daughter at my side.

Abigail.

I'm so proud of you.

Like I used to be proud of you, Father.

You foolish, foolish man.

Jolly good show, old boy! Welcome back.

All hail the conquering hero!

Father, there's someone I'd like you to meet.

Passepartout?

Passepartout?

Well done, Foggy.

The best man won.

Let's see the color of your money, Bellamy!

Shall we tell them now, old fellow?

Tell us what?

We were never doing it for the money!

We're not vulgarians!

We just said that rile all you fellows up,

and it seems it worked.

You've swallowed the whole hook, line and sinker,

haven't they, Phileas?

Agree with me or I'll destroy you.

Well... Is this true, Phileas?

Was there never any money involved?

I knew I was ill-equipped to make this journey.

You made that quite clear, Bellamy.

That was just fun. Just banter.

I even knew there was a chance I wouldn't come back at all.

The thought of Bellamy not getting the money

that he won fair and square, I couldn't abide it.

So the day I left for France, I ordered my man Grayson

to bring a check to the club.

So, there was a bet for money.

I think Mr. Fogg is mistaken.

Unless he is trying to manipulate the situation

for his own financial gain, which I, for one,

refuse to believe.

Mr. Roberts, if you'd please...?

Sir?

Tell the gentlemen what happened that night.

The night Mr. Fogg left,

his servant came to the club and gave me this.

Oh, it's a...

It's a check made payable to Bellamy for 20,000 pounds.

He said I was to keep it until Christmas Eve

and if Mr. Fogg wasn't back by then,

then I was to give the check to Mr. Bellamy.

This is the most outrageous accusation! I have a mind to--

This will cover your bankruptcy.

Bankrupt?

You made a wager without having the funds to cover it?

He can't accept it, Phileas, or he'll lose all honor.

He can't lose what he never had.

You really are the most tremendous fellow, Foggy.

For God's sake go, Bellamy.

You shame us all.

Merry Christmas, gentlemen.

Your final bar bill, Mister Bellamy.

Miss Fix! In here.

Passepartout. I can't find him!

Passepartout?

He was here, but...

he promised me he wouldn't run away.

He's right there, beside you.

I think it's time for a little tipple.

Miss Fix...

You were beside me all the time?

Always, Abigail.

What should we have, Abigail?

Jean? Brandy?

-Why not? -Perfect!

Foggy! Come on!

Open the door, old chap!

-Thank you. -Oh...

-Allow me, sir.

-Very good, sir. -Thank you.

To friendship.

To friendship.

I can't believe I mislaid an entire day.

-Open the door!

I'll never forget you. Either of you.

It was a great adventure, Monsieur.

The greatest.

Fogg, Fogg...

The greatest.

Fogg, Fogg, Fogg, Fogg!

Look! Something has been attacking shipping

and causing all sorts of bother.

The British think it might be a giant narwhal.

Nonsense. A narwhal's a porpoise, for goodness sake.

It couldn't sink a pint of beer.

The Americans think it's a giant squid.

-Ha! -And the French think

it's some sort of mechanical war machine.

Then that is what it will be.

No government could build a submarine that powerful

without every other government in the world knowing.

Sounds interesting, though.

Where is this supposed to be happening?

- Ah! There! -Where is he?

Abigail?