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I'm going to circumnavigate the globe in 80 days.

Someone will achieve this.

Well, it won't be you.

It will, actually.

You have yourself a wager, sir.

Has something happened, Fogg?

Nothing's happened. Not for years.

I'll start today. Phineas!

Phineas, you can't go on your own!

Well, I won't be on my own.

Passepartout, monsieur, at your service.

Miss Fortiscue? Miss Fix, actually.

I'm here to cover your progress for the Daily Telegraph. What? No.

Next stop, Paris.

My insane brother and his friends are going to assassinate

the president of France.

Liberte! Gerard!

Whoever gave you this saved your life, monsieur.

We must leave Paris. Do you know this place?

Why? Just trust me!

Papa!

This really is the only way to travel!

We could have all died! But we didn't.

How was I to know which way was up and which was down?

It said so on the lever!

What sort of man marks the dials in French?

A Frenchman!

According to my calculations, we won't be here long.

Please, Mr Fogg, just a few words.

Firstly, what makes you think you are capable

of going around the world in a mere 80 days?

Ah, well...

Improvements in speed and reliability of trains and boats,

that should make an enormous difference.

I was hoping for a little more colour.

Did you travel a lot as a boy?

Is that where you got your travel bug?

Technological innovation and new forms of travel.

Erm...

Did you know, for instance, Mr Lome's balloon just navigated

the Alps faster than any train could have done?

The crashed balloon that is lying in the field?

Mr Fogg, what makes you think YOU are capable

of going around the world in a mere 80 days?

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on...

Who has inspired you?

Alexander the Great? Richard the Lionheart?

What qualities would you say define you and will drive you on?

Answer the questions. Make her stop.

Courage? Square-jawed determination? Love of Queen and country?

Oh, enough questions, please, Miss Fix!

I'll stop asking them when you stop being so evasive.

I'm not being... evasive.

I was right!

Bless the Italians! For what?

For the three o'clock to Brindisi... bang on time!

Hello!

Stop!

Stop there! Halt!

Halt! Desist!

Excellent!

He's done that?

Seems a ridiculous expense to go to, don't you think?

He'll be home by the weekend, with his tail between his legs.

Well, let's hope so.

For your sake.

Seriously...

..there's not a snowball's hope in hell of making it

around the world in 80 days.

Uh, probably not. But, uh...

..he has Abigail at his side.

She's a force of nature, so who knows?

Do we stop anywhere?

Straight through to Brindisi.

Splendid. We can catch a steamer from there to the Suez Canal.

Great. Your compartment, Mr Fogg.

Ah, excellent. Thank you.

And yours, Miss Fix.

Thank you.

Oh.

You couldn't rustle up some hot water and soap, could you?

I haven't washed since London.

Certo.

Third class is at the very rear of the train.

A few of us are playing cards tonight in the guard's van,

behind the engine. You're welcome to join us.

Not for me.

Ah, shame.

I heard a Frenchman and his money are easily parted.

Mr Fogg, Miss Fix,

would you like to meet your fellow travellers?

Certainly. Of course.

Please.

Anyone know any good songs?

This is Mr Fogg, pilot and adventurer.

Flew all the way from Paris under a bag of air.

And this is his companion, Miss Fix.

Uh, journalist, actually. Si.

This is Signor Fazi. Welcome, Mr Fogg.

Pleasure.

My wife, Eva. Mr Fogg.

Did you really fly to Italy in that contraption?

Such valour and skill.

Oh, well, you're... you're far too kind, signora.

Just a man going about his business.

Valour and skill.

Write that down, Miss Fix.

Journalist. Not note taker. Oh.

And soap, if you could be so kind, and towels.

Certo, signorina.

Sorry, we must both smell like August in Smithfield Market.

Must we keep mentioning body odour in company?

Ahem!

Now, who might this fine fellow be?

This is my son, Alberto.

Alberto!

Pleasure to meet you, Alberto. Nice to meet you.

This is Signor Niccolo Moretti.

Pleasure.

From Piedmont.

Olive oil, garlic...

..and chopped anchovies?

Si. Si.

Something else.

Truffle!

No.

Mmm!

Mmm!

It's absolutely incredible, Mr Fogg.

You really think you can cross the entire globe in just 80 days?

Certainly, madame.

Or die trying.

What it must be to be a great adventurer.

It is your nation's greatest gift to the world. Oh.

Glad to see you brought your full dress suit with you, Fogg.

Well, a chap likes to maintain standards.

At least you'll be properly dressed

when they're boiling your head in Borneo.

What made you want to take on this challenge, Mr Fogg?

I've been asking him that since we left London.

What's your answer, Mr Fogg?

Well, I've long thought it possible that something like this

could be achieved. And, yet, funnily enough,

you didn't move from your chair in the Reform Club

until you read a rather brilliant article... by me.

Yes, it's certainly true that... that Miss Fix gave me the nudge I needed.

You have travelled extensively, Mr Fogg?

Ah, I wouldn't say extensively, exactly, erm...

Ah... Well, I understand that some of you are going on to Pompeii?

Now, if I were not in such a hurry myself, I should...

Where HAVE you been, Fogg?

My business has taken me all over Europe, the Far East, America.

Nothing compared with you, I imagine.

Uh... Edinburgh.

Edinburgh?

For a wedding.

Where else?

Paris.

You've just come from Paris, you told us that.

He didn't just GO to Paris.

He actually stopped an assassination attempt on the President of France.

This cannot be true?

I was just in the right place at the right time.

Edinburgh, Paris. Where else?

Italy.

You have my sympathies, Miss Fix!

Travelling around the world with a great adventurer -

a man who once went to Edinburgh!

Chin-chin.

Does your wife mind you gallivanting all around the world, Mr Fogg?

Alas, there is no Mrs Fogg.

Oh.

You've never found the right woman, or...?

No. Well...

Long time ago.

You used to come to our house for Sunday lunch

and you never talked about women. A woman.

And you, Miss Fix, you have a fiance?

Good grief, no!

I need a man like a fish needs a penny farthing.

Where's your wife, Mr Moretti?

In a coffin in Pisa.

I am so sorry.

As am I.

My deepest sympathies to both of you.

I am taking the boy to live with my sister in Brindisi.

We decided he needs a woman's care.

Mr Fogg.

Have you read this? Of course he hasn't.

Busy men don't have time for children's stories.

I have, actually.

Jules Verne, yes! Yes, I enjoyed that enormously.

Do you think that one day man will be able to travel to the moon?

Well, now, that's quite a question.

Don't feel you have to answer it.

I see you British have legalised the trade unions, Fogg,

that will come back to bite you.

I have a friend - had a friend - who always said,

"Any one of us can achieve anything."

What was his name? Hers, actually.

What was her name? Is this the mysterious woman?

So why not the moon? Hm?

I have made a model of a rocket that I believe could get us

to the moon, Mr Fogg. Would you like to see it?

Yes, I'd like that very much.

Thank you!

I think he likes you, Mr Fogg.

Odd.

He generally prefers the company of women.

Look, the point is not if we can go to the moon or not.

It's why bother in the first place?

Surely even industrialists can dream, Mr Moretti?

If you ask me, dreams are for people

who have failed with their real lives.

Wouldn't you agree, Mr Fogg? Erm...

Look! Oh!

Oh!

No, just a drop of water. No harm done.

No. No!

No, no!

This is your fault, Fogg. You encouraged him.

Bravo, bravo!

Your Mr Fogg is annoying Signor Moretti.

He is very good at annoying people.

She likes newspapers.

Everything all right?

I am talking to my son. Don't let us keep you from your dinner.

No, you're absolutely right, Moretti, it was all my fault

for encouraging him. No need to punish the lad.

Are you telling me how to raise my own son?

No, no... not at all.

It's... it was an accident, so, you know...

You spend your life in gentlemen's clubs...

..flying about in balloons, single, childless,

and you dare lecture me?

No, it's not a lecture. I...

I have spent my life making something of myself.

If you think I'm now going to be told how to raise my son

by some preposterous, effete Englishman,

who has achieved precisely nothing with his life!

Go to bed, Signor Fogg!

Before I thrash you in front of my boy!

What on earth is going on here?

Mr Fogg was about to go to bed.

Isn't that right?

Mr Fogg...

He is a fraud, Miss Fix.

You are travelling around the world...

..with a fraud.

There you are, Passepartout.

Would you like a glass of wine, signorina?

I couldn't sleep.

You can sleep when you're dead.

Are you drunk? Yes, I am. Thank you for asking.

When Fogg talked to Lome in Paris, he had such passion, such belief.

I honestly believed he could get us around the world and win his wager.

A certain energy, a certain... light in his eyes.

But tonight?

Oh!

What's he done now?

Use the wrong fork?

He's not the man I thought he was.

In fact, I'm not sure he's much of a man at all.

It's not always easy being a woman, Marco.

It's all about expectations.

My father expects me to write about ponies,

meet a nice man, settle down and give him grandchildren,

but that's not for me.

No, madame.

Miss Fix, you are naive to the ways of the real world.

If your father wants you married, you will be married.

Don't patronise me... French person!

Besides, you know nothing about me.

None of us know anything about any of us.

I am a writer, Marco. A good one.

I'm not sure how good yet, but I'm going to find out.

And if that means no husband and no children, then so be it.

Very interesting, signorina. But now I must play my...

You speak Italian?!

Are there no ends to your talent?

I was always dreadful at languages.

I had this teacher at school, who once said...

Oh, stop fighting now!

Get off him!

Get off!

Agh!

Did you really think Fogg had it in him?

I'm not sure I really considered it, if I'm honest.

I just saw glory.

Me walking back into the Reform Club, and everyone would be

waving their copies of the Telegraph, and there would be

my cheering father, ridiculously proud of me.

Sorry.

What do you care?

You're going to leave us when we get to Brindisi, aren't you?

What makes you say that?

Because I think you're the sort of man who runs away

when things get difficult.

Well...

..if you say so.

When your father died, you ran away from France.

I think something happened in London,

and you're running away from that.

And now you think you'd be better off without us.

It is true that... when life gets complicated...

..I find somewhere where it is, erm...

..a little simpler.

By running away.

You think you're very wise.

Wiser than you.

Now I'm going to bed.

Thank you for fixing me... Miss Fix.

I know you're grieving for your brother, and I'm really sorry.

But I think it's much better to talk about it than

goad some Italians into beating you up.

Miss Fix...

..don't worry about Fogg.

I'll talk to him in the morning.

Thank you.

Here you are, sir.

Will you shave here or shall we return to your carriage?

Go away, Passepartout.

Miss Fix is worried about you.

It is of no interest to me

what Miss Fix does or does not worry about.

Monsieur will feel better after his shave.

Go away.

Monsieur.

Down the hatch.

Mm.

Did you find him?

He's sitting on the viewing platform, staring at the rails.

How did he seem?

Like a wet Sunday afternoon in Nantes.

Looks like we bet on the wrong horse, Miss Fix.

It happens.

I'm sorry, Mr Fogg.

For what?

I think I got you into trouble with my father.

Oh, no. I should be the one to apologise.

I made him angry with you.

I disappoint him.

I'm sure that's not true.

It is.

He thinks I'm weak, a coward.

Well, perhaps...

..the opportunity for him to see your courage

has not yet presented itself.

What was your father like, Mr Fogg?

My father?

Oh, he died a long time ago.

I can hardly remember.

Was he proud of you?

The thing about Englishmen, Alberto...

..is that they're not generally in a hurry to share their feelings.

If you were my son, I'd be very proud of you.

Thank you.

When you get back to London on Christmas Eve,

will you send me a postcard to say you were successful?

Well...

..I'm not sure I'm quite the man for the job after all.

Maybe in a few years' time, YOU can be the first man to do it.

You can send ME a postcard, hm?

You should have asked, mademoiselle.

I would have got you a spoon.

If you laugh, I'll kill you.

What's happened?

An earthquake has cracked the bridge.

I'm sorry, everyone.

We will have to go back.

Perhaps this is the Fates telling us to go home.

It certainly is not!

Tell him, Passepartout.

Tell him what, mademoiselle?

That it was crazy from the start?

I think he knows.

You are both completely hopeless.

Are you a doctor?

We need to get him to a hospital quickly.

It's six hours back to Rome.

He doesn't have six hours.

How far to Brindisi?

If we were on that side of the bridge, two hours.

But we are not that side of the bridge, so it's impossible.

Technically, this is possible.

It wouldn't be without risk, but it can be done.

I think it can be done.

Tell me.

All the carriages but the last one would have to be uncoupled.

Just the engine and one carriage would go over the bridge.

The engine alone is 65 ton.

It would be madness.

Have you ever seen the Lugar Viaduct?

I have.

160-foot piers, completely hollow, carrying the Glasgow

and South Western Railway over the Lugar water.

The rivets and steel don't provide the strength.

It's all about load and balance.

All the coal and some of the water will have to be jettisoned.

That's insane.

If we did get over the bridge, we'd have no fuel to get to Brindisi.

If Mr Fogg says it can be done...

..I believe!

Can you do it?

Yes.

I distinctly remember advising you to be extremely wary

of investing all of your savings in the American railroad industry.

Yes, well, the question is, what is to be done about it?

I don't understand.

You owe the bank £15,000.

Yes, but how do we restructure the loan?

We don't restructure it, Mr Bellamy.

We call it in.

You are without savings or investments.

You've never done a day's work in your life, as far as I can tell.

Well, of course I haven't.

We will give you a month before we call in our loan.

That should give you a little time to try and raise some funds,

or find alternative accommodation.

My house?

You will bankrupt me?

I rather fear you've done that yourself.

I am coming into money.

On Christmas Eve, I come into a considerable amount of money.

How much?

More than enough to make this unpleasantness go away.

Christmas Eve, you say?

Yes, if not before, or most definitely before.

And I have your word on this, as a gentleman?

Of course.

All right, Mr Bellamy.

The bank will hold off foreclosure until Christmas Day.

But not a day more.

Positions, everyone!

Passepartout, take this bucket.

Why do I need a bucket?

Sprinkle the sand on the rails to stop the wheels from spinning

too fast. With nothing but air under us, we need friction,

or the wheels will shear through the rails like butter.

Come on. Come on!

Ready, Mr Fogg. Good.

Now, I've worked out the load exactly.

It is imperative nobody moves until we're over the bridge.

When we're ready to leave, I'll sound the whistle!

Ready, Passepartout?

Ready, monsieur!

Here we go.

Stay still!

Slowly.

Ease ahead. Gently now.

Good luck, Mr Fogg!

Buona fortuna!

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

Start to drop the sand!

We're going over.

I think it's working.

Oh! Ah!

Monsieur Fogg!

The wheels are spinning and I've dropped the bucket!

Stop, stop, stop!

What is happening?

What is happening?!

We're over the gap.

No sudden movements!

Come on.

Come on!

Where are you going?!

Just give me a second to think.

We need more grip on the wheels.

Miss Fix? I told you to stay in position!

No, no! Absolutely not!

I promised your father...!

I won't tell him if you won't.

No, Abigail!

You had one job.

We go again, monsieur!

Ready?

Slowly.

Slowly, slowly. Good.

That's it, keep going.

Faster.

Let's push her through.

Good job, Miss Fix.

Never in doubt, Monsieur Passepartout.

Hey!

Don't stop here!

We have to keep going!

Not that simple. We have no coal. I told you, Mr Fogg.

No, no, no. We would never have made it over with that load of coal.

But coal is not the only fuel.

Come on, chop chop.

What's the matter?

You did your calculations.

Were they right? Yes.

Then believe in them!

Look, I've never done anything like this before.

Don't you dare give up now, Mr Fogg.

We all need you.

Yes.

Don't let him sleep, monsieur.

Wake him up! Trust me.

Anything is possible.

Passepartout, we are getting low on wood!

The driver thinks he can make it.

Do not let him sleep.

Wait until my father reads about this.

Fogg!

He won't leave until he says something to you.

Mr Fogg...

What is it, Alberto?

..I think you are...

..exactly the man for the job.

Crazy man.

But brilliant.

But crazy.

But brilliant!

What are you going to do?

Find out which one he is, I suppose.

And you?

I nearly got us all killed.

But you didn't.

You saved a boy's life.

It could so easily have gone the other way.

But it didn't!

If a mere valet could interrupt and make a suggestion, sir?

If we are going, we only have ten minutes to make the connection

for the steamer to Suez.

You really think we should?

Oui, Monsieur. I think we should.

So do I.

Arabia. Onwards.

Assalaamu Alaikum.

From a Mr Bellamy, sir, in London.