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Help!

Help!

Help!

Who was that man with the gun?

Someone help us!

I don't think
they can hear you.

Yes! Thank you, Passepartout,
that's why I'm shouting.

I don't understand.
Why would he do this to us?

He's deranged, there
can be no other explanation.

He seemed to know
who we all were.

Yes, yes, that's true.

Now is not the time
for whos and whys.

Have you something
more pressing to do?

I'm just saying, we
need to focus on finding land,

make the best
of this situation.

There is no best of it!
We are lost at sea

with one flask
of water between us!

It could be worse.

How on earth could
this be any worse?

Abigail!

Passepartout!

Abigail!

Fogg?

Abigail!

-Oh...
-Mr. Fogg!

Thanks heavens you're alive!

Have you seen Passepartout?

Not yet.

If we have survived,
he must have too.

Passepartout!

Passe-par-tout!

Passepartout!

Passe-par-tout!

Mr. Fogg!

It's only his jacket.

Last time we saw him, he was
being swallowed up by the sea.

We are here, and he's not.

It doesn't necessarily
mean he's dead.

Do you really think he's dead?

No, I said
not necessarily dead.

Perhaps not even dead at all.

Alive, very much alive,
somewhere.

I don't know why I'm crying.

When he was alive, I found
Passepartout quite irritating.

At times, extremely irritating.

But he was so kind too.

Absolutely.

It's almost as if I can
still hear his voice.

Aidez-moi, aidez! Aidez-moi!

So you're not dead,
Passepartout?

Don't sound so disappointed.

Fix was just worried
about you, that's all.

Where are we?

I think it's time we found out.

I suggest we follow the beach

until we find
signs of civilization.

With a little luck, there
might be a British consulate

we can call upon.

Since we were two days at sea
before being cast adrift...

I would estimate we've
probably washed up somewhere

on the coastline of Japan.

Or the Philippines or Formosa.

That's most of South East Asia!

Yes, I admit it's broad, but...

once we find a village,

they'll be able to tell us
exactly where we are.

Although, I did read an article

in The Anthropological
Institute Journal,

that there may be some
isolated tribes in this region

who have never
encountered an outsider.

Is that a bad thing?

Well, it was for Captain Cook.

But I'm sure the chances
of that happening to us

are very slim indeed.

You're very forward
for a servant

or a waiter
or whatever you are tonight.

I'm just a man, Mademoiselle.

I would care
if you lived or died...

a little bit.

Thank you for fixing me,
Miss Fix.

...Wouldn't you say, Abigail?

Hmm?

Yes, indeed.

First thing I'm going to o
when we reach civilization

is to take a long soak
in a hot bath.

-For me, beer.
-Good idea.

A cold beer in a hot bath.

Speaking of which,
do you have the flask?

Is that all the water
we have left?

Sorry, I was rather thirsty.

Something wrong?

It's just the sun.

When we set out it was
on our left,

- hen it was on our right.
-Footprints!

And they are fresh
since the tide went out!

You were right!
Follow the beach

and we'd find civilization.

Let's see where these lead...

Aren't you coming?

Those footprints
were made by shoes.

What do you think that says
about the people who live there?

Nothing at all, I'm afraid.

Because they're our footprints.

We are on an island,

and we have walked
all the way around it.

Are you sure?
Perhaps you're mistaken.

Look.

That's the spot where we dragged
Passepartout from the sea.

There's a piece
of our lifeboat.

Damn! Damn!

Damn you to hell!

Mister Bellamy.

What is it?

This arrived for you, sir.

Thank you. Williamson.

Good news, Bellamy?

A small business venture has
turned remarkably favorable.

I know this is a setback,

but we've been in situations
more hopeless than this.

What could possibly be
more hopeless than this?

The important thing now
is we work together

to survive here
until we are rescued.

We will need food,
fresh water, and shelter.

I'll go get water.

Excellent.

I will forage for food.

There must be something
to eat on the island.

Perhaps you could make
a start on building a shelter.

We'll help you when we return.

Now we have a plan
and everyone has a task.

It's all going to be fine.

I found water!

Fresh water.

And it's cold!

I never imagined water
could taste this good.

What's that?

Fruit I found for us to eat.

Bravo!

We make quite the team
we three--water, fruit,

and shelter.

Yes, well,
It's still a work in progress.

Anyone hungry?

Famished.

I could eat a horse,
and its rider.

In that case, let's dine.

-A tropical treat!

How delicious.

-Oh!
-Oh, good God, that's ripe.

Oof!

It is repugnant.

I imagine it tastes
better than it smells.

What if it's poisonous?

Some of the fruit
have been eaten by birds.

They wouldn't do
that if it was poisonous.

We must eat
to keep our strength up.

That is truly vile.

I can't eat this.
I'm French.

Well, if you want
to survive, you must.

Please Mr. Fogg,
we're already weakened.

We have to stay warm and dry.

Come, squeeze in tight,
out of the rain.

I'm perfectly fine here.

I'm afraid I owe you both
a sincere and abject apology.

We can find more
branches for the roof tomorrow.

No, it's not the roof.
It's everything else.

I am the reason we are
marooned here on this island.

I was the one who embarked
on this calamitous journey...

and I brought
you two with me

to this tropical prison.

That's not true.

No, I'm afraid it is.

Bellamy warned me that I...

didn't have the stuff
for a journey like this.

But instead of heeding
his advice,

I allowed ego and pride
to cloud my judgment.

And the wager,
that's done for now, too.

Everything's done for.

All my fault.

I'll never forget the loyalty
you two have shown me.

Just hope you can forgive
me for letting you down.

There is no need.

The past is over now.

Forgotten.

I cannot forget it.

And to know that you've
forgiven me my shortcomings

would be a great relief.

If it makes you happy,
I forgive you.

Thank you.

You don't need my forgiveness.

Nonetheless,
I'd appreciate it.

D'accord.

I forgive you.

Thank you, Passepartout.
That means a lot to me.

Things will seem better
in the morning.

I cannot stomach
another piece of that fruit.

You need to eat.

Then find something else to eat,

something that does not
taste like a punishment.

I am worried about Mister Fogg.

He's still moping around
the back of the shelter,

refusing to eat or do anything.

He blames himself
for all of this.

We need to do something.

We are both a little culpable

for bringing him
to this low ebb.

I wrote that article about him.

And you landed him in prison.

What can we do
except give him the time

to accept that
this is not his fault?

It's not always that simple.

When I was a child, my mother...

suffered terribly
from melancholy.

And when it took hold of her,

it would not loosen
its grip for weeks.

She'd lie in a darkened room,

unable to see anyone
or do anything.

It was truly
the most awful thing.

We cannot allow that
to happen to Fogg.

It will be a battle
to survive here,

and if he sinks into melancholy

and loses all his fight,
he could die.

I will go speak with him,
make him see sense.

I'm not sure what you can say
that I haven't already tried.

I will think of something.

You may believe
this is all your fault,

but I know it's not.

Thank you, Passepartout,
that's very generous of you to .

The person who
put us in the lifeboat

is the one to blame.

His name is Kneedling

and he's been trying to sabotage
the journey for weeks.

You know him?

I've seen him.
Spoken to him.

When?

In Aden,
and Hong Kong, too.

What exactly did he say?

He offered me money
to delay your journey.

Why didn't
you mention this before?

I should have.
It was a mistake.

Yes, if you'd told me then,
I could have done something,

I would've alerted the authorits
to this Kneedling chap.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You didn't take
the money from him?

No, no get away from me,
Passepartout. Go!

What's going on?

Tell her what you've done.

Go on, tell her.

If you don't tell her, I will.

I already know what he did,
and he was only trying to help.

How on earth was that helping?

He only stole it
to get money for the trip.

He wasn't to know you'd get
the blame and end up in prison.

What?

If it wasn't that, what is it?

I have done something terrible,
something I regret,

and if I could go back in time,
I would change my decision--

The man who ordered us
onto the lifeboat

was called Kneedling.
Yes?

Passepartout
took a bribe from him

to sabotage our journey.

Did I mention this was
a terrible mistake?

Why would you do such a thing?

For money!

He was paid to betray us.

Like Judas!

But I realized what
I had done was wrong

and I gave the money back.

Yes, unfortunately,
this epiphany

only came
after he had poisoned me

with drugs given to him by
this odious Kneedling fellow.

-Your illness in Narupani?
-Oh yes!

Yes, that near-death
experience was courtesy

of my ever-loyal valet,
Monsieur Passepartout.

To think I blamed myself
for us being stranded here

when it is entirely his fault!

I even apologized to him
last night and you accepted it!

I did say there was no need.

Oh, how very considerate of you.

Your betrayal is unforgivable.

I will not tolerate it.

I will not share
the company of a man

who has behaved as you have.

I'm ordering
you to leave here now...

Is that really necessary?

Yes, I'm afraid so, yes.

Now please go.

Passepartout, go.

Go!

I know what Passepartout
did was wrong--

Worse than wrong, unforgivable.

Unforgivable!

Well, I shan't waste
another moment on that man.

I've more pressing matters.
I'm going to build a raft

to get us off this island.

But we could be
hundreds of miles away

from any sort of civilization.

Well, then I shall build
a raft strong enough

to withstand such a journey.

Build it with what?

Driftwood.

And determination and ingenuity.

It will not be easy, I know,
but I will do it, I promise you.

And then you and I will sail
away from this wretched place

and leave Passepartout
all on his own!

How can there
be so little wood?

There must be wood somewhere.

Think Passepartout has taken
all the wood for himself?

No.
Why would he do that?

Well, who can begin to
comprehend the motives of a man

who would lie and steal

and allow his friend
to take the blame.

I know you don't
want to accept it

but Passepartout
acted with good intentions.

Well, his good
intentions got me the lash.

He only stole the White Dragon
to get money for our trip.

He did it to help us.

I'd rather not have the help
of a man like Passepartout.

He's coming this way.

I don't care if he is giving
birth to the messiah.

-Ignore him.
-I think he wants to speak to u.

That's far enough.

That's far enough.
You come no further.

This beach
belongs to all of us.

Very well.

That side of the line is yours.
This side is mine.

You're not welcome
on my side.

I am sorry.

Well, as am I.

For taking you into my
employment, into my trust.

Save your breath!
Save your breath!

Save your breath.
Abigail has told me exactly

what you did in Hong Kong,

and despite your--
your claims of contrition,

all I see is a liar and a thief.

If I could go back
and undo what I did, I would.

Well, you can't, so that's
of little use to us now.

I didn't really know you then.

And if I am honest, I thought
this trip of yours was
ridiculous.

Why on earth
would you think that?

You and Mister Bellamy betting
more money than most people

have in a lifetime
on whether you can travel

around the world in 80 days.

I believed it was
a gentleman's folly.

Yes, well you were wrong.
You were very wrong.

It's so much more than that.

I know that now.

I can see how much
this trip means to you

and if it is important to you,
it is important to me.

And yet your behavior
has sabotaged everything.

I know what I did was wrong,

and I am determined
to make amends for that.

I don't want your amends.

I want you to leave us alone.

-You don't mean that.
-Yes I do. I want him to go.

Off my beach.

Gone from my life.

Well, I refuse to go.

My friendship with you and Fix
is too important

to be ruined by
this disagreement.

There is no friendship.

It is over, finished.

-Not for me.
- C'est fini.

It is still alive,
and I intend to fight for it.

Oh, yes.
No, I've read about this.

Yes, too much exposure
to the sun affects the brain.

He's delirious.

You're delirious.

Passepartout's lit a fire.

I think he's cooking something.

He's goading us.
Ignore him.

Your raft is progressing well.

It may look that way,
but I'm afraid I'm stumped.

Without a hammer or nails,

there is no way
to fasten the wood together.

Well, not-- not securely enough

to withstand thrashing waves.

I can help you with the raft.

I don't need your help,
thank you very much.

If you're hungry,
I have lobsters.

Absolutely not.

It does smell delicious.

Have you forgotten what he did?

He is trying to make amends.

And right now I'm so hungry

Passepartout could have
kidnapped me and brought me here

with the sole intention
of selling me to slave traders

and I'd still forgive him
for a piece of lobster.

We have our own food.

I'm sorry.

I cannot eat another
mouthful of that awful fruit.

There is more chance of me

riding up The Mall
in a wedding gown,

than of Fogg winning our bet.

How can you be so certain?

He has already made
his way to the Americas.

Call it gambler's intuition.

Mister Fortescue,
there's a gentleman here

who wishes to see you.

What on earth does he want?

He's from the Foreign Office.

Oh, well, um...send him over.

Mister Fortescue.

Mister Fortescue,
we have received correspondence

from our consulate
in Yokohama

regarding a gentleman
we are led to understand

is a friend of yours,
Mister Phileas Fogg?

Yes, yes, that is correct.

It seems the Captain
of the SS Carnatic

has reported Mister Fogg
as missing at sea...

and feared dead.

It is believed
he fell overboard.

Fogg is dead?

In all likelihood, yes.

My daughter, she was
traveling with Mister Fogg.

There was no mention
of your daughter

in the consulate's
correspondence.

Although one
of the other two people

missing from the ship's
manifest is a woman,

but her name is not Fortescue.

It is...

Fix, Miss Abigail Fix.

In the entire
history of mankind,

I doubt any food has ever tasted
quite as delicious as that.

I meant what I said, you know.

I know what I did was wrong
and I am truly sorry.

Ha!

Since this all happened
I keep asking,

why is this man so intent
on sabotaging the trip?

I have wondered the same.

And
I remembered that Kneedling said

he had "a friend"
who wanted us to fail.

And there is only one person
I know who will profit

if Fogg does not
complete the journey on time

and that is Mister Bellamy.

You will retract that remark!

Who else has a reason
to wish failure on you?

Your betrayal was bad enough,
but to blame it

on one of my oldest friends,

that's low,
even for a Frenchman.

Maybe because I'm French,
I don't understand

how English friendships work.

Every time I saw Bellamy
at the Reform Club,

he was humiliating you.

That's not true.

Always making
you the joke of his butts.

One more word about Bellamy,

I will not be
answerable for my actions.

You are very loyal to this man.

I only hope he's worthy of it.

Yes, he is! Yes.

I imagine this great friendship
is built on more than you

going to the same school, or
being members of the same club?

It is built on...many things.

Many...many years of...
many things.

You don't sound very certain.

One thing I am certain of,
I have no desire

to discuss this
or anything else with you.

What Passepartout
said about Bellamy,

it does make sense.

Bellamy would never
conspire against us.

Never.

He has been friends
with me and your father

since we were boys.

It is too much to believe
he would do this to us.

Then who?

I don't know.
But not Bellamy.

Bellamy is ten times
the man that Passepartout is.

You're angry with Passepartout.

With excellent reason.

Our treatment of him

has not always been
without reproach, either.

I employed him, I paid him,

I trusted him.
What more could I have done?

Passepartout saw
his brother killed in Paris,

and he didn't even
have the opportunity

to attend the funeral.

He shot a man in the desert
to save us...

and we barely acknowledged it.

He has made many sacrifices
to help us,

and we have
taken that for granted.

We have all made our mistakes.

I should never have written
that article about you.

I can see now that it was
a breach of our friendship.

I'm sorry.

You've finished the raft.

Not me.
Must have been Passepartout.

I don't know
where he got these vines,

but they have done the job.

It's practically finished.

We can gather food and water
for the trip and launch.

You mean go today,
this morning?

Well, I don't see why not.

It's not impossible.

When I first met Passepartout,
I didn't trust him one bit,

I thought he'd abandon us
at the very first opportunity,

and if you'd told me then

he would do something like this
for us,

I wouldn't have believed you.

But he has changed.

Thanks to Passepartout,
so has our situation.

And without wishing
to get ahead of ourselves.

If were we to reach
landfall quickly...

the wager with Bellamy
may not yet be lost.

There you are, sir.

I read your editorial
on Fogg and Abigail.

Damned fine piece.
You did them proud.

That's very kind of you
to say, Bellars.

Bellamy?

The club wants to commemorate
Foggy at precisely 10:00 am,

the time he always
arrived at the club.

We also thought it would be nice
if someone said a few words.

Yes.

What do you mean, me?

Well, um...

Under the circumstances,

we thought
that would be for the best.

Um...

You--you knew Foggy
as well as any of us.

You know what a good egg he was.

Have you seen Passepartout?

No, not since last night.

Passepartout!

Passepartout!

Passepartout?

Passepartout!

I feel...

Passepartout is unwell.

I don't feel a fever.

I am not hot...

I am cold, I'm freezing.

Let's get you in the shelter,
come on.

I think he's been
out there all night.

Good chap.

I'll get fresh water.
He needs to keep drinking.

Yes.

Passepartout,
I'm going to rub your feet,

to get the blood moving,
keep your temperature up, yes?

Good God, you're freezing.

Absolutely freezing.

Right, Abigail,
we need to keep him warm,

keep him drinking water.

Take that leg.

We can't allow
the circulation to drop.

Right. Drink some of this.
Drink this. Good man.

Good man.

Good, good.

All right, let me take the legs.

Use body temperature
to keep him warm. Hold him.

Don't be coy, Abigail.

How can he still be this cold?

That is the last
of the shelter.

That won't keep
it going for long.

We have to keep him warm,
you said that,

and it's getting chilly.
We can't just do nothing.

Did you hear me?

We can't just do nothing.

No, we can't just do nothing.

Give me a hand.

First time I laid eyes
on Phileas Fogg,

he was a six-year-old boy
in short pants,

trying to push
an extremely large trunk

up three flights
of school stairs.

And it wasn't even his trunk.

♪ Tarry with me, O my Saviour

♪ For the day is passing by

That's the kind
of chap Foggy was.

Always willing
to land a chap a hand.

Always willing
to help a chap in need.

♪ Shall it be a night of rest

And he was an optimist, too.

Because there wasn't
a damned chance in hell

he was getting that trunk up
three flights on his own.

He hadn't even
made it to the first floor

when Fortescue and I had to lend
our shoulders to the task.

In that moment,
a friendship was forged

that lasted for 40 years.

I don't need
to tell anybody here

what kind of man
Phileas Fogg was,

because you all knew him.

And anyone who knew Foggy,
knew he was...

the very best kind of man.

When did you wake?

I've only been
gone five minutes.

Oh, well, you're warmer at leas.

That's something.
How do you feel?

Better, I think.

Keep drinking.

You're back with us.

What happened to the raft?

-Ah...
-Fogg burned it

to keep you warm.

But that was
your way off the island.

Well, we had to get
your temperature up.

Thank you.

It wasn't a difficult decision.

Regardless,
I will not forget it.

Lobster for breakfast,
how very grand.

You were right about Bellamy,
Passepartout.

Who else has a motive
to sabotage our trip?

He's not a bad sort, really.
I don't believe

that he'd wish us marooned
like this, or even hurt.

I imagine...

that this man Kneedling

was just overzealous
in carrying out his task.

And you were right, too,
about him undermining me.

He has been doing that
for a very long time.

Um, when I was around your age..

I had planned on making
a trip a lot like this one.

Not in 80 days, obviously.

That would have been
ridiculous then,

but at my leisure.

And with the woman I loved.

Her name was Estella.
I believe I mentioned her.

Yes, we planned to marry
in Paris

and travel the world,
together.

But Bellamy was against it,
of course.

Never tired of telling me
that I wasn't worthy of Estella.

and I wasn't up
to a journey like that...

That's reprehensible.

Well, no. I'm afraid in this
instance the blame lies with me.

I should have had
the courage to ignore Bellamy,

and to do as I wished
but instead...

...I was barely
on the train to Dover

when I wanted to turn around
and go straight back to London,

and the club
and everything I knew.

And then, by the time
that we'd boarded the ship,

I was so filled with dread...

that I lied.

Told Estella I'd
left a case at the station

and I had to retrieve it.

I think that I hoped that
she'd follow me off the ship

and that we'd return
to London together,

but she didn't.

And Instead, she sailed away...

and, uh...

traveled,
and lived her life.

And I never saw her again.

I did nothing with my life.

It has remained un-lived.

That's not true.

You're a famous adventurer.

Abandoning Estella like that

is the thing I'm
most ashamed of.

And that I most regret.

And I've never felt
that same close bond

with anyone again.

Not until this trip,
with you two.

What Fogg said earlier...

it was not what
I was expecting.

Nor I.

It certainly explains
why he got so angry

about the article I wrote.

I got it all wrong.

It's easy to misjudge people

before you get
to know them properly.

It is.

When I first met Fogg, I thought
he was a pompous English fool.

That was my mistake.

And what did you think of me,
when we first met?

That you were bossy
and opinionated

and impossible.

And also clever
and independent-minded

and very beautiful.

I wasn't completely wrong,
you are bossy and opinionated.

-Don't ruin it.

Hey!

Hey!

Look! Look!
Look, over there!

Have they seen us yet?

This will help it smoke!

-Hello!
-Hey!

Help! Over here!

Here we are!

Over here!

Here!

I think they've seen us!

-I think it's turning!

Yes!
Yes!

You don't look very
pleased to be rescued.

I am.

I just wish they could
have arrived half an hour later.

Me too.

Well, it seems they saw
the smoke from our bonfire

and decided to investigate.

-That is fortuitous.
-Yes.

First Mate Thearle, there,
believes we'll be in America

the day after the Carnatic.

- Pas mal!
-Yes! Ha!

I can't say I'll miss
this wretched island.

But nor shall I ever forget

the time that we three
spent together here.

So, we're ready?

Yes?

-All right, sir?
-Thank you, Thearle.

Right?

Let's get you on board,
sir.

Very good.

And we should let
Miss Fix go on there first.

-Allow me, Madam.
-Thank you.

Here we are.
Passepartout, after you.

-No, you, monsieur, please.
-Go on.