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♪

Ah, still on Calcutta time.

Not bad for 750 rupees.

Right, I will get us some money,
book a hotel for the night,

and purchase
our onward tickets to Yokohama.

Look at him,

like a seal returning to the
sea.

I've rather missed
filling out forms.

I think I saw that money order,
Mr. Fogg,

I'll just go and check
with my manager.

Splendid.

As you asked,
Mister Fogg's money order.

Order. Structure. Civility.

I think we're all
going to like Hong Kong.

But first, I am going
to powder my nose.

♪

I was mistaken, Mr. Fogg.

No circular note
has come in for you.

Really?

I sent a telegram from
Calcutta to my bank in London.

Much obliged.

They assured me

they'd communicate
with you directly.

Perhaps you would
like to contact your bank...

What the hell are
you doing here?

You told me the seeds
would slow him down.

They nearly killed him!

Take your damn money.

-As I say,

I can find no record
of any such communication.

Have you heard the expression,
"If you want something doing,

do it yourself"?

The man's name is Fogg.

Career criminal
masquerading as a gentleman.

Fraud, embezzlement, theft.

Whatever you do,
don't give him any money.

Without money,
he can't leave Hong Kong.

When the warrant arrives, I will
arrest him and I will make sure

that your name is mentioned
in the highest of places.

The highest of places.

Well, this is somewhat
irregular,

but I will do my duty,
of course, Inspector.

Lovely day, Monsieur.

Listen, this kind of
delay is totally unacceptable.

I have hotel rooms to pay for,
and onward tickets to buy.

You'll just have to advance me
some money on account.

I'm afraid
we can't do that, sir.

As soon as I hear from London,

the money will be
available to you.

Tiny fly in the ointment--

no money until they've
heard from my bank.

Until then we'll have to
rely on my wits

to find us food and lodgings.

I'm not a fussy woman,
as you both know,

but can we please find a hotel

with a bath the size
of Shropshire?

Shropshire.

Do you want to break it to her,
Passepartout, or shall I?

Break what to me?

♪

Honk Kong, the commercial
heart of the Orient,

and I don't have two pennies
to rub together.

I know a place.
It won't cost anything.

You've been here before?

Did you know this, Mr. Fogg?

Passepartout is a man
of endless mystery.

That's one word for it.

Mr. Fogg?

Yes?

Mr. Phileas Fogg?

Hello.

I'm your biggest admirer.

-Oh.
-Oh, and yours, Miss Fix.

I mean, Mr. Fogg was already
the talk of the colony,

but, then...

Forgive me,
I am Lady Clemency Rowbotham.

My husband is
the governor of Hong Kong.

Charmed, Lady Clemency.

Have you ever met
an actual governor before?

I don't believe I actually have.

Well, then, come and meet mine.

Henry!

I want you to meet
some new friends of mine.

Must I?

I have a meeting in ten minutes
about the Jockey Club.

Please, darling.
For me?

This is the great Phileas Fogg,

explorer and English lionheart.

Oh...

This is Miss Abigail Fix,
his chronicler.

And his manservant, um...

"Passport."

This is the chap you've
been going on about?

Mm-hmm.

Well, on behalf of
Her Majesty's administration,

a wholehearted welcome
to our humble colony.

Are you shopping
or playing bridge?

Neither.

I shall be arranging
the garden party, of course.

What garden party?

The one you are
throwing for the intrepid

Mister Fogg and his friends.

Just imagine how delighted
they'll be in Whitehall

when they hear
that you've entertained

England's latest hero.

Yes. Yes, of course!

Mister Fogg.

You shall indeed
be my guest of honor.

Well, how splendid.

Well done.

Where exactly
are you taking us?

I have an old friend
who runs a hotel here.

Why didn't you say you've
been in Hong Kong before?

That was in another life.

But what were you doing here?

I was on a ship
that put in for repairs.

-You were a sailor?
-When I arrived.

And when you left?

I was...
no longer a sailor.

You really can be
an extremely infuriating man.

Are we there yet?

Soon.

We have somewhere to stay.

♪

This is it?

This is it, Monsieur.

Choosers cannot
also be mendicants.

Beggars.

Um...

I think two bedrooms
were mentioned?

Yeah.

Lovely.

Indeed, it is.
Cozy.

Authentic.
Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Well done, Passepartout.

Um...

Um...

I am going to go back
to the bank and hound that clerk

until he hands over the money.

My money.
So...

very good.

A bientôt.

Where are you going?

To see an old friend.

You stay here, Miss Fix.
You'll be quite safe.

What are you doing
following me?

Interesting things happen
when I follow you.

You really can be
an infuriating woman.

Don't want me to meet
this "friend" of yours?

-No, I don't.
-Geisha, is she?

Not unless
I'm walking to Japan.

Oh, my giddy aunt!

-What is it?
-My article!

My father printed it.

Printed it and syndicated it!

Why are you so excited?
He always prints your articles.

Not like this.

He's never printed anything
like this before in his life.

"I hope not only
that he meets his own ambition,

but that he finds solace
in our extraordinary adventure."

What do you think?
Be completely honest.

Unless you hate it, of course,

in which case,
please lie profusely.

I think it's engaging.

Thought-provoking.
Very well-written.

It makes me see Fogg
in a different way,

a more complex way.

I can hear your voice in it.

Thank you, Passepartout.

I'd advise you to destroy
every copy in Hong Kong.

What do you mean?

He is the most private man
I have ever known.

To have his innermost secrets
read by friends and strangers...

"This adventure may prove to be
a voyage to heal a broken heart.

His yearning is less
for escapades than for escape"?

I haven't written anything
that isn't the truth.

Exactly.

He-he's going to hate me,
isn't he?

♪

♪

Thank you.

♪

Depositors--that's me--
give the bank--that's you--

their money to look after

and to lend to other people
at a rate of interest.

A percentage of that interest
comes back to the depositor.

Everybody's very happy.

Please, Mr. Fogg, your circular
note has not yet arrived.

Now if you'd move aside...

But sometimes,
said depositor--again, me--

wants to take some
of their money out.

Their money.
Are you following me?

-That time is now.
-I...

As my colleague has
informed you, Mr. Fogg,

no circular note, no funds.

No exceptions.

Well, I shall just have to ask
my friend the governor

for a loan at the party
that he is throwing for me,

this very day.

And when he asks me why
I couldn't just get my own money

from my own bank,

I shall tell him.

As soon as we have money,
we can get him out of Hong Kong

-before he reads it.
-Working on it, Miss Fix.

I'm going back here
to see my old friend

for a private conversation,
compris?

A private conversation
that you do not need to hear,

you do not make notes on,

you do not publish
in a national newspaper.

Is that clear?

Clear as day.

Ironically,
the best in Hong Kong.

Do not move.

The article will be widely read
and people will applaud him.

For the first time in his life,
he will be truly lauded.

He will thank me.

♪

I also hear you have been busy.

Traveling with the famous
adventurer, Phileas Fogg.

I am.

However, we find ourselves
delayed by a lack of funds.

You've come to me for money?

A loan, only.

To pay for passage to Yokohama.

It would be repaid
in a matter of days.

Your master dines with the
governor today, I understand?

His wife, Lady Clemency,

is in possession
of a magnificent jewel,

the White Dragon.

Carved out of rare white jade
in the Shang Dynasty

when the British
were still living in huts.

They stole it from
my ancestors' grave.

It was wrapped around
their fingers,

and still they took it.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you, my friend,

are going to steal
it back for me.

You know me as a thief,
Jiang Lei.

Not a thief, Passepartout.

A great thief.

That way of life
is behind me now.

If you want to steal the jewel,
steal it yourself.

Do you think I haven't tried?

Strangely, Chinese entrepreneurs

are not invited
to Government House.

I've tried without an invite,

but the place is as secure
as the Tower of London.

I need money,
but I will not steal.

Not anymore.

Then you are of no use to me.

And a man
that is of no use to me...

How do you know this man?

I'm friends with him
and I was welcome to join them.

You have to let me in.

How can one of the oldest
civilizations on earth

not have invented the fork yet?

Oh, hello.

You must be
Passepartout's friend.

And you must be
Miss Abigail Fix,

-the celebrated journalist.
-Yes!

The one who was
told to wait outside.

You're far too kind.

We must go.

Of course! You must
not let the governor wait.

It was so nice to meet
an old friend of Passepartout's.

The pleasure was all mine,
Miss Fix.

Will I see you again
before you leave, old friend?

No, I don't think you will.

Hong Kong can be a dangerous
place for unwary travelers.

Look after yourself,
Passepartout.

And look after Miss Fix.

♪

So according to Abigail,

Fogg has kept a candle burning
for that ridiculous woman

for over 20 years!

Why would you even print this?

No facts or figures.
It's just...rot.

I actually think it might
be a new sort of writing:

thoughtful, questioning,
and unapologetically subjective.

It's a new kind of rot.

I think your daughter's written
a very fine article, Fortescue.

Romantic.

What you know about romance,
Fallentin,

could be written
on a grain of sand.

Thank you, Fallentin.
That means a lot.

"Underneath
that reserve and routine

"is a kind,
perhaps brilliant man

"who many years ago
was disappointed

"by the love of a young woman,
the mysterious Estella

and has yet
remained faithful to it."

You do realize that Fogg
is going to blow his brains out

with embarrassment
when he reads this, don't you?

I hope this is gonna work,
Passepartout,

I have to look at
my absolute best.

One thing you should know
about the English upper classes:

if you look like a man
who needs money

they'll never give you a penny.

Look like a man who doesn't,
they'll throw the stuff at you.

That is ingenious.

Yes?

How are you doing in there,
Miss Fix?

We can't keep
the governor waiting.

It's too much, isn't it?

Absolutely not!
No!

Tell her, Passepartout.

Like a diamond
in front of some pigs.

Pearls before swine,
Passepartout.

Right.

I shall get dressed
and then we can go to my party,

get ourselves a loan.

Look at the security.
It's like Buckingham Palace.

-Stop there, please.
-Now, once we're in,

let me do the talking.

Oui, Monsieur .

Whoa, there. Whoa.

Your articles certainly get us
into the best places, Miss Fix.

Still, let's make this
as quick as we can.

Let's just stay
for one drink, okay?

Ladies and gentlemen,
they're here!

Thank you!
Thank you so much.

Mr. Fogg, Miss Fix.

"Passport."

Miss Fix, may I say
how spectacular you look.

-Oh.
-That must be one of the saris

from the Indian village?

-It is, yes.
-How do you know about--

On behalf of
Her Majesty's administration,

a wholehearted welcome
to our humble colony.

Oh, for God's sake, Henry,
you've done that bit.

Oh, yes.

He has the memory
of a senile turbot.

-I do apologize.
-Ah.

Welcome to Hong Kong,
Mister Fogg.

We can't wait
to hear your stories.

Thank you.

This is Peter Donaldson,
of the Hong Kong police.

Hello.

Lord Crossley,
chief magistrate.

Thank you, Sir Henry.

This really is
terribly kind of you.

I'm afraid you'll have to start
with the men, Mister Fogg.

-Ah.
-Which means you'll have to

listen to my husband
talk about horses,

public houses, and cheese.

Please call me Phileas.

But we ladies will get our piece
of flesh later, don't you fear.

-Come on.

Merci.

She's read the article!
I'm doomed.

Suddenly the place lit up
like an enormous firework

and we could see for miles.

I wouldn't knowingly
hurt that man for the world.

We get the money
and we get Fogg out of here

before he reads your article.

Thank you, Passepartout.

And then India?

Indeed, yes.

Ghastly place, so I'm told.

Oh, no.

Although the bank in Calcutta
did spectacularly fail

to do what they said
they were going to do.

And talking of banks...

Good God, Anderson, have you
joined the temperance society?

Come back with a jug, man!

What I thought was remarkable
about this piece, Miss Fix,

was not so much that
Mister Fogg was undertaking

this journey
for unrequited love...

And we did very much
like that bit.

What I found astonishing
and just so moving

was that he entrusted you
to tell his story to the world.

Japan, which I'm very
much looking forward to.

Um, the United States of Americ,

and then, hopefully, back
to London in time for Christmas.

London at Christmas.

I hope you do it, Fogg.

Imagine the faces of the French
and Germans when they hear

another Briton got there first.

Where are you staying
in Hong Kong, Fogg?

Passepartout!

You were a waiter
at the Reform Club!

Me, Monsieur?

Are you sure?

More of White's man myself.

Father always said the Reform
are a bunch of radicals.

Radicals?

We'll talk about this later,
Passepartout.

I asked where
you were staying, Fogg.

Ah, yeah, well,
therein lies a story.

I went to the bank this morning

and there seems there's
some sort of mix up with London.

Words I could have
carved on my gravestone.

So I find myself,
through no fault of my own,

somewhat fiscally embarrassed.

Now my man found us some

extremely modest accommodation
in a place called...

What's it called?

Uh, Tai Ping Shan, Monsieur.

Tai Ping Shan?

Good God, man!

That's like spending
a night in Bethnal Green.

I'll loan you the money,
Fogg, that's all there is to it.

Oh, I couldn't possibly.

Oh, you have no choice
in the matter.

Anderson! Anderson! Anderson!

Go to the house
and fetch a money order.

I will help him.

Shall we go and rescue
your Mister Fogg?

I think he's more than happy
talking to your husband.

I don't think anyone has
ever said that sentence before.

Oh, too cruel, Clemency!

But, my husband is a good man,

a loyal and kind man
in his own ways.

But he hasn't got
a romantic bone in his body.

Now The Dove down by
the Thames in Hammersmith

does an excellent ale and
a very passable bit of Blue Viny

and has a barmaid called Gwen
who has dimples.

-Your money order, sir.
-What?

One money order.

One pen.

I don't think they can
serve empire and eros

at the same time.

Let's go and talk
to Mister Fogg.

Shall we?

How much do you want, Fogg?

This is very kind of you,
Sir Henry.

The chap who wrote
"Rule, Britannia!"

used to drink in The Dove.
Not a lot of people know that.

No. Um...

well, a night
in a half decent hotel,

um, three onward tickets to Jap.

♪ Whilst thou shalt...

I trust the pen has ink,
Monsieur?

Yes, yes.

♪

-Mr. Fogg.
-Yes.

The ladies require
your presence.

Yes, of course.

It's absolutely superb,
Lady Clemency.

When they were digging
the foundations for this house,

they found it in a grave.

It's the White Dragon
of Hong Kong.

So who are you backing
this season, old chap?

Wouldn't you like to know,
Crossley.

Tell me about that young colt
you just bought.

Well, I was hoping we
might break it in this spring,

but then the trainer tells me
the beast is a warm-blood.

When they opened up the grave,
they found the skeletons

of a man and a woman.

Even after all these centuries
they were still holding hands.

How extraordinary.

Would you mind, Mr. Fogg?

Oh, yes, of course. Um...

That puts even your fidelity
into perspective, Phileas.

Let me show you the pergola.

If you could just sign this,
Sir Henry,

we'll be on our way
and out of your hair.

God, you listen to this.

Every woman here would love
to be me in this moment,

on the arm of a man
who knows the power of love.

"At first, I believed
Mr. Fogg to be

"a new kind
of Victorian adventurer,

"grasping at achievement.

"The truth, however,
is that what drives Mr. Fogg

is less ambition,
than heartbreak."

But every woman here knows
she doesn't stand a chance,

that your heart is elsewhere
and it always will be.

Heartbreak?

Let me see that, Donaldson.

Indeed.

Where would that be?

With Estella, of course.

♪

She's told him.

I'm lost.

♪

If you could
just sign this, sir...

Would you go away?

How do you know
about that...lady?

I read Miss Fix's article,
like everyone else here.

I suppose we really should
think of making a move.

-Big day tomorrow.
-What article?

You really don't know?

Would you care to hear it,
Fogg?

I was going to tell you.

It's just words on a page,
Monsieur, nothing more.

"Underneath that reserve
and routine is a kind,

"perhaps brilliant man who
many years ago

"was disappointed by
the love of a young woman,

"the mysterious Estella...

and has yet
remained faithful to it."

May I?

She's stitched you up
like a kipper, Fogg.

♪

Indeed she has.

Miss Fix is quite right.
We have a lot to do

before we sail for Yokohama
in the morning.

Thank you for your hospitality.

-Where's Passepartout?
-Um, he was just here.

-Passepartout?
-Does he know about this too?

-Mm-hmm.
-Then he can walk home.

We have offended you!

I'm mortified!

Cheerio, Fogg!

Haven't enjoyed one
of these so much in ages.

Oh, shut up, Henry!
Phileas...

Please, don't go like this.

Goodbye, Lady Clemency.

-He's leaving.

Please, let me explain.

Oh, I have been humiliated

by masters of their trade,
Miss Fix,

but yours are the dizzy,
dizzy heights of betrayal.

But every word is true!

Every word was private!

You took my innermost feelings,

feelings you tricked
and stole from me...

I didn't steal.

...and you offered
them up to the world

without having the decency
to even tell me first?

I was waiting
for the right moment.

Oh, is Government House in Hong
Kong right enough for you?

After what we'd been
through in Yemen,

and India,
I thought you were my friend.

-I am your friend.
-You know your father

and Bellamy and the rest

are having a jolly
good laugh about this.

I am sure they
will do no such thing.

Oh, well, then you know
even less about the world

-than I thought you did.
-Lady Clemency read it--

You know what, Miss Fix?
Don't speak to me.

Don't even look at me.

♪

A pint of Old Peculiar
and a pickled walnut.

Thank you, Gwen.

♪

♪

♪

♪

-Oh, it's you.
-Of course.

Who did you think it was?

Passepartout.

I didn't think I'd be
seeing you again.

The White Dragon.

Once a thief, always a thief.

Goodbye, Jiang Lei.

Passepartout.

Leave Hong Kong.

A fraudster and by
all accounts a thief to boot.

Just the thought of such a man

being a guest in your house,
Sir Henry.

I know I gave
the detective my word but...

Where is this detective?

Lying low and waiting
for his arrest warrant, no doub.

Well, Fogg
got no money out of me.

He tried hard enough.

Henry!

Henry!

What's the matter?

The White Dragon.

It's gone!

How many times
do I have to say it?

I should have consulted
you before I sent the article.

Stow our bags on the Carnatic,
Passepartout,

I'll go to the bank and get
the money and buy the tickets.

It's not my fault
if the truth hurts.

With a bit of luck they'll
only have two berths left.

If you sign me a chit, Monsieur,

I can go to the bank
and get your money.

Oh, yes. But can you be
trusted, Passepartout?

When I interviewed you
in London,

I distinctly remember
asking if we'd met before.

It was just a little lie,
Monsieur,

Yes, well, the trouble
with little lies is that they

rapidly become a bigger lie.

Donaldson?

What on earth's
the meaning of this?

This is a warrant
for your arrest.

Step aside, miss.

My arrest?

How dare you!

I will speak to the governor!
This is an outrage!

And I will write about
it in The Telegraph!

I have never been
so humiliated in my life.

Where is it?

Where is what?

The White Dragon.

-I have no idea!
-Sir.

Yesterday,
you said you had no money.

I didn't.

I don't.

You've sold
the White Dragon already?

I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

For God's sake, Rowbotham!
I haven't stolen anything!

You will rue the day
you made my wife cry, sir.

I am not a thief!

You are making
the most terrible mistake!

I don't care about losing the
wager. I am not a thief!

We'll get you out, Mr. Fogg!
I promise!

Passepartout.

What is going on?
Tell me!

I want to see Jiang Lei now.

What has this got
to do with...?

Jiang Lei!

You will tell me what is going
and and you will tell me now.

On your feet.

I want to see a lawyer.

One more time, Fogg.

Who did you sell it to?

I have told you.

The last time I saw
the White Dragon,

it was around
Lady Clemency's neck.

If you think I won't flog you,
you are very much mistaken.

Flog me?

Flog.

I'm entitled to a trial.
I'm an Englishman.

This is not England.

This is Hong Kong.

-You stole the White Dragon?!
-Keep your voice down.

You stole it and let
Mr. Fogg take the blame?

-It's not what it seems.
-You heard what they said!

-He's going to prison!

Why would you do
such a shameful thing?

Because we needed money to buy
the tickets to get to Japan

-and because I am a great thief.
-I don't believe you.

Jiang Lei said
he would give me money

if I stole the pendant for him.

I thought we would be
on the ship and away from here

before anybody even noticed
it had gone missing.

They're not going
to send him to prison.

Oh, thank God!

They're going
to flog him at noon.

Twelve strokes
at 12:00 noon.

♪

♪

I'll go to the bank.
His money might be here by now.

It won't be there and if it was,
they wouldn't give it to you.

-Then I'll wire my father.
-There isn't time!

Then what do you suggest?
You got us into this mess.

I'll tell Sir Henry
I stole the White Dragon.

It had nothing to do with Fogg.

And then what?

They'll arrest you and make
an example of you,

and it won't be a few lashes.

Mr. Fogg hates me
at the moment,

and for all I know,
may hate me forever.

But he is as far
from being a thief

as any man I've ever met.

To have him flogged

for something he didn't do
would be barbaric.

He is a hero,
whatever you may think,

and he does not deserve
to be beaten for something

he did not do
and would never do.

Have you finished?

Good.
Now get out.

Go on, Miss Fix.

Clemency, there's no need
to upset yourself further.

Many years ago,
Phileas Fogg made a mistake.

He followed duty and expectation

when he should
have followed love.

But he had
the courage to realize

the folly of that mistake,

to undertake
this extraordinary journey,

to prove to himself

that dreams can
sometimes defeat expectations.

He still stole the White Dragon,
and that's the end of it.

He didn't steal it.

I did.

Passepartout!

I wasn't prepared
to let his dream end here.

I stole it and sold it.

Sold it to the family
it once belonged to.

I'm sorry, Madame.

Then you will rot in prison.

No, I beg you!

He made a mistake
but only because...

I gave the White Dragon
to my wife

as a token of my deep love
and respect for her.

And you come into my house...

♪

Henry...

I know you follow me around
the world without complaint.

I know it's a life
of restraint and duty.

I never had much in the way
of words to give you, Clemy...

but I had the White Dragon.

Let Phileas Fogg go, Henry.

But your dragon...

I never wanted
to hurt your feelings, but...

I've never really felt
comfortable wearing it.

It wasn't my love story.

Besides...

I have my own.

♪

♪

Out of the way!

♪

Beautiful morning for
an illegal flogging, Donaldson.

♪

Try to keep the crease,
there's a good chap.

You think this is funny, Fogg?

Not in the slightest.

There is nothing funny
about being flogged

for something
you know you didn't do.

♪

Stop!

We have a pardon
from the governor!

Please! Here! Here!
Take it.

-Please.
-Release him!

Go, please!

No!

Stop! Stop!

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Release him.

It's gonna be all right,
Monsieur.

All right, come on.

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Welcome aboard
the Carnatic, sir.

Thank you.
I'm going to my cabin.

-I'll unpack for you, Monsieur.
-No, thank you.

A refreshing drink?

I won't need either of you
until further notice.

I want to be on my own.

I should have said sorry.

I should have
told him the truth.

Not so secret now, Estella.

May I join you?

Have you ever heard
the expression

"if you want something doing,
do it yourself"?

I'm familiar with it,
of course.

Why do you ask?

I think we should go
for a little walk, Mr. Fogg.

I don't want to go for a walk.
I'm rather busy.

Besides, we're in the middle
of the Pacific Ocean.

And that, Mr. Fogg...

is why we're going for a walk.

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