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Bye.

Come.

Master, the postman, he forget this, and he took it back.

Bucharest.

Romania?

Who on earth do I know in Romania?

Well, maybe inside is where, who, and why.

Do you not recognize this handwriting from somewhere?

But where?

How extraordinary.

No letter?

Nothing?

No.

I think this is very, very old.

Maybe a joke?

What, halfway around the world?

Maybe someone a little bit... Cuckoo.

I'll take a closer look at this later.

I'll have to figure out who sent it.

Maybe the other one come tomorrow.

Then he'll have the pair.

Well, of course, I was just passing, and I thought, for God's sake, of course, O

'Neillan. Very mad.

I'll bring the actual glove for you tomorrow, James, if you can spare the

Now, obviously, it's not exact, but it's not bad.

Actually, that's one of the extraordinary things.

I've managed to retain all this information with such startling clarity.

Wish I could do it when I was playing poker.

So, James, would you make it his symbol?

Kabbalah. Excellent, James.

I mean, that's what I was wondering.

Very ancient.

Late Middle Ages.

The sixth row.

Pyramid.

Kabbalists believe that some symbols or ciphers were not merely representations

of God, but that they were God.

When they wrote down a series of magic symbols, God became present in the

letters and figures.

The symbols therefore contained all knowledge, past, present, and future.

To learn what you wanted to know was only a matter of putting the question

God's language.

These secret ciphers.

And then interpreting his answer by reading the mystic lines.

An infinitely more mysterious man presides within this distinguished

James.

I don't know.

Phileas just said he wanted to talk to me about it.

It is extremely...

Be careful, Miss Rebecca.

Master thinks that it's very, very, very old.

How bizarre.

Symbols. I see something like this once.

Really? In Paris.

When I was a sergeant fireman.

Who sent you the glove?

I have no idea. None at all.

There was no covering letter.

You must have some notion. Well, the address.

I mean, the...

The writing.

I do recognize it from somewhere.

Ah, now, it was posted in Bucharest.

Romania.

I must see this glove.

And you shall have it in your hands.

Shall we play tomorrow morning, ten o 'clock?

It is as though through some curious subversion an inner voice is dictating

secrets of the past to us.

Turn it off. Tomorrow, then.

Bye, James.

There was a fire in the house, and I rescued a very old man.

And he had a big book, heavy book. He wouldn't let it go.

It meant more to him than life.

And there were these on the cover of the book.

Who was the man?

I never knew.

He vanishes.

I think you should tell Phileas.

Oh, Master.

He always leaves a window open.

I'm sorry about that.

What about who?

Yes?

There's no window open.

Yes. Good night. Good night.

Remember, some rise by sin and then some by virtue fall.

My name is... My name is... We have

to get off the streets.

Are

you

in danger?

We both are.

You'll be safe here. No one gets past.

Madam Ludeck, she has eyes like a bat and a tongue like a

knife.

Are you hungry?

I have some food if you're... Don't hang around.

Please.

What's wrong?

Why do you hide from the light?

Did they? Yeah.

Who?

Who?

Even knowing the rank nature of this world, it is impossible to give a name

such.

Food, yes.

Yes, food.

Martha? What?

What do you want?

This.

This thief.

This.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

And he, Passepartout, was a she.

How do you know, Fogg?

We were brought up in the same village.

We were inseparable.

Well, what happened?

What did you do? My father took a position in India.

Phileas and I wrote to each other, but I don't even know how it is.

The tyranny of time.

Is fog in danger?

Yes.

Because of me.

I have to warn him.

We can make the coast by the afternoon. That would be too late.

What are we supposed to... Do you have something of his?

How do you mean?

Something that he gave you.

Something that touched his flesh.

Yes. Yes.

You loaned this to me.

I'm going to stop holding it.

You sent the glove.

You were the only one that I knew I could trust.

I was delirious with fear.

Why?

Why did you send the glove?

Fear of losing it, having it taken from me.

But now I see that its dark influence cannot be allowed to spread.

Faust tried to use the devil to get to heaven, Phileas.

So did I.

I must go.

No, no, no, no. Come with me to London.

No, they will find me there.

And you?

I can feel them near.

And I want no more lives on my conscience.

You have to throw it on the fire.

It's the devil doing this damn thing.

See?

Makes possible to curse.

What did you say?

The thing is as cruel as Pharaoh.

Throw it on the fire.

About the devil?

That's his doing.

Faust tried to use the devil to get to heaven, Phileas.

So did I.

Destroy the glove, Phileas.

The glove.

Where is the glove?

Gone. Gone.

But you will never find it.

Who has it?

Show him to me.

You.

It was your right thing.

Who is he?

Who is he?

How do you know, Fogg?

We were brought up together.

Same village. They were inseparable.

You're too late.

No.

No!

Destroy their blood.

You cannot.

You must not.

Filius, please, assure me that you will not. I haven't yet made up my mind.

Where is it? Oh, quite there.

But where?

Where?

Thieves.

Cannot find it.

Thieves?

Well, last night.

Somebody broke into my study to steal it.

But who?

No one knew about the glove, but... But you and I.

But why would I steal it?

You were supposed to be bringing it to me this morning.

Well, I didn't get it, James.

So it doesn't really matter.

This man...

Sent it to you.

You say it appeared to you in a dream.

It was not a dream, as I told you.

It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

What is his name?

Jacob Hyde.

Do you know him?

Of him? No.

Here and there, people talk.

And hot, do they say?

The last person that spoke of him said...

It was almost a ghost, having barely any substance.

Sai Chao.

Why you come?

I require an explanation.

I tried to steal last night. I would have brought you this morning.

You dare question me?

It makes no sense. Sense?

What makes sense in this world?

Chaos shape our destiny.

Where is the glove now?

You've hidden it.

Find it.

How? In China, white is the color of death

and mourning.

You would do well to remember that.

Go now.

You say this Phyllis Fogg is an extraordinary

man?

There's not another like him.

A man of...

Intellect? Certainly.

A man of passion?

Yes. A man who values people above things? I don't quite see what...

Lion chases away evil spirits.

Is it some sort of festival?

In China, there's always some sort of festival.

Please.

You taste?

Good heavens, it's blue.

Chinese rose.

Bring you good fortune.

Sometimes life seems like a dream reflected in a mirror.

Who are you?

I am Zai Chao.

Where am I?

We all have to touch the world to feel safe.

Suitably inscrutable, but with less of a philosophical inquiry, more

geographical.

This is the moon room.

Yes, I can see you have absolutely no intention of telling me where I am.

Ah, tea.

Thank you.

Why have you abducted me?

Your friend, Mr.

Phileas. Or cousin, actually.

Ah, yes, I'm saying I want.

What on earth could Phileas have that you could possibly want?

The black glove of Melchizedek.

And now you have something that he... Dresses.

I... I have to warn you that Phileas is not a man. Nor am I here, this

folk. Death he will learn.

Why then, teach us a menace.

Spice Hand will pay me without question.

One move from me, she will stab your neck like a twig.

Might I have another cup of tea?

It's called psychic connection.

I saw a lecture about it in Perrin last year.

The sender requires an object.

Some small possession of the receiver. And your friend used this.

The ticking.

It was the watch.

I was fortunate that I had it.

Look.

It is so.

Master, a boy delivered this.

A boy?

Check your boy.

Three sentences.

No.

Fog.

Rebecca has been abducted.

What? Who?

Who does this?

They don't say.

Cilantro.

Oregano and some saffron.

This letter smells of the East.

Why, Park?

Why would someone want to do this?

They want the glove.

Yes? He is here.

Who is here?

The man, Phyllis.

Do you have appointment?

The devil choke your appointment.

Hey, you!

You! You!

You have something of mine.

Stolen from me.

Give it to me and I'll be gone. I'm sorry, master.

He just... Of course, all right, Passepartout.

And you are?

Vargas.

The man on the train.

The face in the window I told you about.

I presume you mean the glove.

The black glove of Melchizedek.

Mel... Melchizedek?

The high priest of El Elyon.

The most high Salem.

One of God's chosen great magi and necromancer.

Oh, that Melchizedek.

You have proof of ownership?

Proof of ownership.

Well, a little bill of sale, perhaps.

That cur, Jakob Hyde, stole the glove from me at that cur.

Jakob Hyde was my oldest and closest friend.

I say was because I have this unshakable feeling that he is dead.

Is he dead?

Vargas?

A pile of dust blown by the wind.

As he shall be.

Give me the glove Show it to me

Take me in a cloud, or sooner those will be dissolved in the elements.

My blood.

What happened? A maze of mirrors.

Where's Vargas?

Vargas forgot he was mortal.

You're changing trains.

I change books.

I don't know why.

Interesting.

Where's the letter?

Oh.

There.

So old and innocent.

Two have claimed so many lives.

What are these markings?

Ah,

they're Kabbalistic symbols.

My friend James O 'Neillan confirmed it.

They found him dead in the museum this morning.

Attending doctor said he died of fright.

That's horrible.

He must have experienced something way beyond terror.

I'm instructed to go alone.

You must not, Ford.

They'll kill you both and take the glove.

No.

We'll be there, but not there.

They won't see us.

We'll be like tears in the rain.

Do you really obey your master without question?

It is my duty.

Everything is arranged.

And if he doesn't come?

The world is moved.

By passion, he will come.

You know he will.

This must be a remarkable glove.

When I have this glove, it will be no limit.

to my power.

I do hope this isn't going to take too long.

I'm expected at my club.

Am I right in thinking that

that's a Yi dialect spoken in Guangzhou and Macau?

You are quite correct, Mr. Fogg.

Do you speak our language?

We've met before.

Have we?

You have to close. Where is Rebecca?

She's here. Then let me see her.

You are in no position to make demands.

I wish to see my cousin.

Bring her.

We haven't been properly introduced.

You are?

Phyllis Fogg, you English are quite observant.

I smell gunpowder.

I say that's rather fetching.

It's the latest thing, don't you know?

One does try and keep up with the fashion.

Enough of this nonsense.

The glove.

She lives first.

I will gladly give you this glove when Rebecca is released.

Here you tell it, son of a...

I love that in Indiana.

What's that?

Save your sympathy, Rebecca.

She and her master did not intend for us to leave here alive.

Thank you.

Well, it's time for us to go, I think.

Yes.

Well,

that's the death.

Yes, and ashes to ashes, it would seem.

Well, thank you, Boss Butter.

At least thy child will do no more harm.

Come along.