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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.