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-Mr. Fogg, over here!

How did you find
the wild West, Mr. Fogg?

It's incredible.
He's here!

Estella...

What's it like being brought
back from the dead, Mr. Fogg?

Well, um...

Oddly exhilarating,
actually.

Loved your new piece on India,
Miss Fix.

None of us at the paper

have ever read anything
quite like it.

-Thank you.
-What next?

I understand you once said
that you need a man

like a fish
needs a penny-farthing?

I'm not going to share
my private plans

with an American journalist.
No siree.

And you, Passepartout?

I am a rolling stone, Monsieur.
I will roll.

You really think...

Is it true that everyone
in the city knows I'm here?

There's not a man or woman
on the island of Manhattan

who doesn't know
that the great Phileas Fogg

is going to be
in this very station today.

Now,

we'd love to stand here
talking with you all day but...

don't you folks
have a boat to catch?

Look at that one!

New York!
I love this place!

♪ ...jingle all the way

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells

♪ Jingle all the way

Is everything all right, Monsie?

Yes, of course it is.
Why wouldn't it be?

-Ready? Yep.
-You got this?

There you go.

There she is, the Henrietta.

We've almost made it.

Don't look back, Monsieur.

Let's go home.

Safe travels, folks.

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome aboard Henrietta
and to our grand ballroom.

Well, this is pretty
spectacular.

I suppose it will have to do.

-Tea!

I have a strong
and barely controllable desire

for a decent cup of tea.

You'll join us, Mr. Fogg?

Um, later.

Mr. Fogg?

I think now he's nearly home

it's all getting
a bit much for him.

Whoever gave you
this saved your life, Monsieur.

I think you might
be right, Passepartout.

Someone will achieve this.

Well, it won't be you.

Abandoning Estella like t
is the thing I'm most ashamed,

and that I most regret.

And I've never felt
that same close bond

with anyone again.

Some are born to adventure,

and others, frankly, are not.

I'll see you all, back here,

no later than one o'clock,
Christmas Eve.

When you have found love,
real love,

life without it has no purpose.

You will do whatever it takes
to hold on to it,

and if you do not then,
then, you're a coward.

You've changed your mind.
Excellent.

May I recommend
this Darjeeling tea?

I'm going ashore.

Ashore?

But it's nearly time
to set sail.

You are so close, Monsieur.

If I'm not back in time,
just leave without me.

Mr. Fogg?

What's happening?
Where's he going?

Where do you think?

To stand under a clock,
and wait for a woman.

I can't believe it.

To get this far,

to be this close
and to throw it all away.

He'll make it back,
I know he will.

Mr. Fogg won't let us down.

Mr. Fogg lets everyone down.

Come on, that's not fair.

He's not the same man
we started out with.

You know that as well as I.

You mean, the man who sat
in the same chair

waiting for something to happen
for twenty years?

Bloody, bloody idiot.

And where do you
think you're going?

How dare you leave me
on that ship

without so much as a word
or a backward glance?!

You broke my heart.

I know what I did, Estella.
I ruined your life.

I won't ask your forgiveness

because what I did
was unforgivable,

but if it's any consolation,
I ruined mine at the same time.

Do you have time
for me to tell you

how terrible my life has been?

All the time in the world.

Go inside. He's not coming.

What if this was how it was
meant to end for Mr. Fogg?

Not back in the Reform Club,
but in the arms of his lover?

His lover?
A woman he left on a ship

because he didn't have
the courage to be with her.

What if this is simply the most

gigantic,
astonishing love story?

It's just not the story
we thought it was.

And what if he's using this
as an excuse?

A fear of winning,

a fear of facing that man
waiting for him in London?

You forget how
he looked at me in India

when he thought I was Estella.
That was no excuse.

I hope one day a man
will look at me like that.

-You have changed your melody.
-Tune.

I've let my experiences
influence

and modify what I believe.
You should try it.

Oh, I'm sure your father
will arrange

everything exactly
the way you want it.

Wh-What do you mean by that?

Nothing.
Forget I said anything.

Come on.
This journey is nearly over.

You might as well say
what you think.

When you were asked
at the station,

"What will you do next?"
I had to smile to myself.

Did you? And what
was the source of this hilarity?

Your future is already
waiting for you.

Your father will let you write
some more articles,

then you'll meet some man
with a lot of money.

Lovely house. Servants. Babies--

After all this time,
all we've been through,

you actually know nothing about
me, do you? Not a single thing.

It has nothing to do with me.

But I know something about you,
Monsieur Passepartout.

I know that deep, deep down,
you want a home.

You want somewhere to belong.
You want

people to love and you want
people to love you back.

Don't hold your breath,
Miss Fix.

Me?

I want nothing to do
with your squalid little life.

What extraordinary vanity
to think that I might.

Well. Then we're both happy!

-Delirious.
-Yes!

Once it became clear that you
weren't going to follow me,

I just traveled,
like we always said we would.

I saw the world. It's a rather
beautiful world, Phileas.

Yes, it is, I know that now.

And then I ended up here
in New York, pretty much
penniless.

So I started working
in the kitchen

of an Italian restaurant...

where I met the owner's son,
Fabio Rossi.

He made me laugh again.

One day he asked me
to marry him and I said yes.

You're married. I'm glad.

Fabio died four months ago.

Estella, I'm so sorry.

Please, tell me about him.

Fabio was charming.

He was funny...
passionate, infuriating.

Always the light and soul
of any room he'd ever walk into.

I didn't know what
he was going to do or say

from one hour to another.

He was a wonderful father.

And the most beautiful husband
and...I loved him.

Y-you've had a good life?

Well, I've had a life.

Some of it was astonishing,
some of it was sad.

But, day and night, sun and
rain, it all makes up a life.

And you, Phileas, what have you
done with yours?

-Nothing.
-Nothing?

After my act of cowardice
at Dover that morning--

-Oh, enough of this.
-I went to the Reform Club.

Sat in my usual chair,
talked to my usual friends,

had lunch at my usual table
and read about

the cricket scores
in the Telegraph.

You were seeing the world

and falling in love
and having a family.

I was reading about
a sticky wicket at the Oval.

-For twenty years.
-I knew it!

The day we buried my husband,

this man who loved life
so much

and who had shared it with me,
I thought about you, Phileas.

A very different sort of man,
potentially brilliant,

frightened of life.

So I sent you a postcard.

You really should get on board,
Miss.

I'm waiting for a friend.

He's got twenty minutes.
The Henrietta waits for no one.

You were under a lot
of pressure, I knew that.

Especially from
your so-called friends.

My friends?

I suspect Fortescue
was terribly fair.

"On the one hand,
on the other hand..."

Yes, he was, yes.

But your delightful Bellamy
less so.

Bellamy.
You--you remember him?

Of course I do.

The night before we were
to leave for France,

he came to see me.

He told me what an utterly
useless man you were

and you would never
have the courage

to come on the journey with me

and that I should cut my losses
while I still could.

I told him he was
just jealous of you.

You were a thousand times
the man he'd ever be.

He was right and you were wrong.

I don't believe that.

I didn't believe it then
and I don't believe it now.

Oh, you must go.
You'll miss your sailing.

What sort of life

do you think that we
would have had together

if I'd had the courage
to get back on that ship?

I think we would have
had a wonderful life.

I always thought we'd travel
the world together

and then we'd settle down
in a little cottage somewhere

in Devon, away from London
and all your friends.

Really? You thought that?

And you...think we--we might
have had children?

Of course! We'd have
had brilliant children.

And you would have
been a brilliant father.

Phileas.

Phileas.

One tiny step,
one shard of courage,

and we would have
had a life together.

It's not too late, Phileas.

Well...it's too late
for you and I, obviously.

The ship sailed years ago
from Dover.

Yes. Obviously.

But it's not too late for you,
Phileas.

You are an extraordinary man

who was put on this earth
to do extraordinary things.

That's what you said
when we met.

You've only just begun.
You haven't finished yet.

The biggest obstacle
is still waiting for you.

One more sailing to Liverpool,
one last train journey.

-That's nothing to me now.
-Oh.

Boats and trains are all that,

but the likes of men
like Bellamy...

it's a different story.

He will try and bring you down.
He will try and humiliate you,

pin you to
that wretched armchair

for the rest of your life.

If you let him win,

he wins forever.

Do you understand?

He was wrong
and you were right.

Exactly.

I loved you, Estella.

Never, never doubt that.

I never have.

Forgive me.

Final call for the Henrietta!

I'm sorry.

I was upset
about Mr. Fogg leaving us

and I took it out on you.

Because you really want us to
finish this together, don't you?

I have let my experiences

influence and change
what I believe.

I didn't want it to end
like this.

Not the story you were hoping
to write.

You sat there in front of me,
sir, in that very chair,

and assured me
that this bank's loan to you

would be covered by you
coming into

a considerable amount of money

this Christmas Eve.

-That is correct.
-A wager? A bet?

What is all investment banking,
Mr. Hughes,

if not a form of betting?

Now if there's nothing else.

You sound very confident
that your friend

will fail in this endeavor.

Supremely confident.

Cab!

Find the next man.

Cab?

Ah, I already got a lay
in the back, mister.

Cab? Cab?

Sorry my friend, no.

He's not going to make it.

He's still got time.

Hey, stop, cargo only!

What the... Get off me!
I've a boat to catch!

No, you don't.

Your journey ends here.
Get in there.

What are you doing?!

It's Bellamy, isn't it?

Just so he can win
a stupid wager?

A bit more than that,
I'm afraid.

The man's bankrupt.

Bankrupt?

Maybe he said to slow me down

but not... not this.
He's my friend.

What's happening over here?

This is our bit of town.

What are you doing
with the rich man?

This is private business, boys.
On your way.

I said on your way, child.

It's Christmas.

You gotta share.

Come on.

Let's leave the elves
to their play.

"Phileas Fogg's epic adventure
ended in a New York warehouse."

Sounds rather glamorous.
It's not though.

Hey, scrooges!

You silly, silly boys.

Give us the man's wallet
and you can go.

That's not gonna happen.

Keep the rich one
out the way,

till we're finished
with his friend.

This way, sir.

Hold him!

You think you're tough?

Have you ever...
spent even a term...

at an English...public school?!

I said 80 days!

I meant 80 days!

-Yes.
-Let's go, boys.

Yes!
Run home to your mothers!

Come on. Let's go.

I am Phileas Fogg!

Let's go, lads.

Come on.

Ha!

Oh, no.

-Let me see.

I'll get a doctor.

It's too late for me.

What's this?

You either get on now
or stay here, Miss.

So it ends.

Come, Miss Fix.

What on earth are you
doing hanging around here?

Mr. Fogg!
What happened to you?

I met a woman under a clock.
Sorry if I alarmed you both.

We started this together,
we will finish it together.

Home?

-Home.
-Home.

Fogg!

May the best man win.

Everyone downstairs
is willing him on, sir.

Oh, thank you, Roberts.

No telegrams for me?

No, sir.

Getting a bit jittery there,
Bellamy?

Not in the slightest.

Phileas Fogg against the world.

There was only ever going
to be one winner.

And it's not Fogg.

Well, you'd better hope not.

Twenty thousand pounds.

Full steam ahead!

I hope you're not writing about
Mr. Fogg's liaison?

How can you even suggest
such a thing?

How many Ts in "Estella"?

Garçon.

More ice over here.

Uh, I think Monsieur may have
mistaken me for a waiter,

when I am in fact
a fellow traveler.

Oh.
But this is first class.

He has a first class ticket,
you imbecile.

Don't call my fiancé
an imbecile.

You're the one who's letting
the side down.

If you're going to be
in first class with us,

you'd better scrub
that dirt off your skin.

Ignore them, Passepartout.
It's just ignorance.

I know what it is, Miss Fix.
And, uh...

don't tell me
how to deal with it.

I've been dealing
with it all my life.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

Would you care to dance
with me, Miss Fix?

- I've had enough of this.
- Ah ah ah!

Leave it.
They're not worth it.

Disgusting.

Ah...

Go to bed.

I don't want to look at it
anymore.

Agatha.

Agatha!

Everything is going to change,
isn't it?

Not tonight.

They can't change tonight.

Welcome to Liverpool,
ladies and gentlemen.

Please have your documents
ready for inspections.

There's a direct train
to Saint Pancras Station

that's due to get into London
at 11:30 am.

If we jump in a cab there,
we'll be back at the Reform Club

and trailing clouds of glory

and still have half an hour
to spare.

You're in a good mood, Monsieur.

Oh, we're in England.
I can smell the finishing line.

One more train
and victory is ours.

Ah-ha.

Good day to you, sir!
Phileas Fogg.

You may have heard of me.
In something of a hurry.

Papers.

Yes.

We have traveled around
the world in...

very nearly 80 days.

The train to London
is our last leg.

It leaves within the hour.

Passepartout...
free to go through.

Miss Abigail Fortescue.

Welcome home, Miss Fortescue.

Thank you.

Fogg, Phileas.

That's you, sir, is it?

It is, yes.

Yes. If you could let us get on,
I'd be incredibly obliged.

It says here, sir,
there's an outstanding warrant

for your arrest.

My arrest?
That's...preposterous,

-An arrest warrant from where?
-Hong Kong.

That was a misunderstanding.

I'm sure it was, Miss.
Still, there it is.

An outstanding warrant
of arrest.

Yes. Yes.
Send a telegram

to the governor's office
in Honk Kong.

-They'll explain everything.
-Not my job to send telegrams.

This is ridiculous.

I have circumnavigated
the world--

Uh, who does send
the telegrams, officer?

-Barry.
-And where might we find Barry?

In his bed, I should think.

When does he start work?

Eight am.

That's too late! We'd miss
the train, we'd lose the wager!

Well, you should have thought
about that before

you got yourself arrested, sir.

What is wrong
with this stupid country?

This man is a hero!

This stupid country
will happily deport you, sir,

if you don't calm down.

Next.

My father is the editor
of The Daily Telegraph.

That's nice for him, Miss.

Stand aside, sir.

You're making these people late
for their connections.

We are on the cusp
of history, officer,

and you could be a small
but glorious part of it.

Lucky old me, sir.
Stand aside.

Next, please.

No. I will not fail.

-Next.
-Oh, my goodness!

Mr. Fogg!

Get off him!

-Impound him. Get him up!
-Eighty days!

-Come on.
-Eighty days!

In you go.

Yeah, I'll be gone by five,
so that's three hours this week.

Yeah, absolutely.
Thanks for noting that, sir.

Before you ask,

nothing has changed since
the last time you asked me.

Why is our friend still
incarcerated? It's outrageous.

Barry says the line
to Hong Kong is still down.

When the line is up,
Barry will make his inquiries.

-When will that be?
-All in good time.

We don't have time!

That is what we keep
telling you,

If you two don't stop
harassing me,

you'll both have your own cells

and that's no way
to spend Christmas.

It's nearly over.

We failed.

Poor Mr. Fogg.

This will devastate him.

Merry Christmas,
British bureaucracy.

Where will you spend Christmas?

You don't have to worry
about me anymore.

What if I want to worry
about you?

Your life is waiting for you,
Miss Fix.

Your father.
An important career.

Are you saying that if you were
to stay in London,

our friendship would be some
sort of brake on my career?

My happiness?

So on you'll roll,
the great Passepartout,

nobly leaving me
behind to my fate?

What if this courageous,
selfless, noble act of yours

isn't courageous at all?

What if it's cowardice?

What if you're frightened
of caring for someone

because if you care for someone,
you might just get hurt?

I think that what we had
can only truly make sense

in the middle
of this great adventure.

Then we must find
another adventure.

I don't know what
the future holds, nobody does.

Promise me one thing,
Passepartout.

Don't try and be noble.

Don't slip away and think
you'll be making my life easier.

Promise me that.

Passepartout?

I promise.

♪ On Christmas Day

♪ In the morn...

♪...ing

Sorry about the delay, sir.

It wasn't Barry's fault.
The line to Hong Kong was down.

Hmm.

You're free to go.

♪ I saw three ships

♪ Come sailing in

♪ On Christmas Day

♪ In the morn...

I did know who you were,
Mr. Fogg,

but I have a job to do.
I'm sure you understand.

It was always going
to end this way.

Foolish to think otherwise.
Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, sir.

How are you, Monsieur?

Looking forward to getting home.

-It wasn't your fault. It was--
-No.

I'd rather not talk about it,
Miss Fix, if you don't mind.

This time,
we are finally finished.

You--you nearly made it.
No one could have done more.

He's not right about much,
but he's right about this.

It was the most astonishing
attempt.

You're both very kind.

I wonder if there's
a dining car on the train?

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Mr. Fogg!

Sorry, Grayson, lost my key
somewhere over Italy.

You're home!

Come in, come in!

-Hello, Grayson.
-You know Miss Fix.

-And Passepartout.
-Bonjour, Grayso.

Yes, of course.

We've read all about your
adventures in The Telegraph.

We're all very proud
of you here, sir.

Thank you, Grayson.

I don't know about anybody else,

but I'm ready
for a glass of sherry.

Aren't you cutting it
a bit fine, sir?

Cutting what a bit fine?

Well, if you're to win the wage,

you have to be
at the Reform Club...

in fifteen minutes.

My dear fellow,
we have lost the wager.

We had to be back in London
by one o'clock on Christmas Eve.

Today is Christmas Day.

I'm sorry, sir, but uh,
today is not Christmas Day.

How about that glass of sherry?
There's a good chap.

I think I can see what's
happened..

It's an easy mistake to make.

You were traveling constantly
eastward,

which means you were constantly
traveling towards the sun,

and the days were therefore
diminished by four minutes.

The circumference of the earth
is 360 degrees.

These 360 degrees,
multiplied by four minutes,

gives you precisely 24 hours.

In other words, Grayson,
while we, traveling eastward,

saw the sun pass the meridian
80 times,

you here in London

only saw it pass the meridian...

79 times?

Precisely, sir.

It's Christmas Eve.

Well...I hate to say I told
you so, Fortescue,

but I told you so.

He still has time.

It's Mr. Fogg, sir!
He's coming!

He's coming!

Come on, Phileas!

Come on!

Come on!

Where is he, then?

He's stopped!

Stopped?

Why has he stopped?

Mr. Fogg!

If he wins, you lose, Phileas.
Forever.

That's what Estella said.

And she was right.
She was right all along.

He's on his way!

There he is!

Nine...

Eight...

Seven...

Six...

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One.

Congratulations!

You did it, Phileas.

You actually did it.

Never in doubt, Bernard.

Not with your remarkable
daughter at my side.

Abigail.

I'm so proud of you.

Like I used to be proud of you,
Father.

You foolish, foolish man.

Jolly good show, old boy!
Welcome back.

All hail
the conquering hero!

Father, there's someone
I'd like you to meet.

Passepartout?

Passepartout?

Well done, Foggy.

The best man won.

Let's see the color
of your money, Bellamy!

Shall we tell them now,
old fellow?

Tell us what?

We were never doing it
for the money!

We're not vulgarians!

We just said that rile
all you fellows up,

and it seems it worked.

You've swallowed the whole hook,
line and sinker,

haven't they, Phileas?

Agree with me
or I'll destroy you.

Well... Is this true, Phileas?

Was there never any money
involved?

I knew I was ill-equipped
to make this journey.

You made that quite clear,
Bellamy.

That was just fun. Just banter.

I even knew there was a chance
I wouldn't come back at all.

The thought of Bellamy
not getting the money

that he won fair and square,
I couldn't abide it.

So the day I left for France,
I ordered my man Grayson

to bring a check
to the club.

So, there was a bet for money.

I think Mr. Fogg is mistaken.

Unless he is trying
to manipulate the situation

for his own financial gain,
which I, for one,

refuse to believe.

Mr. Roberts,
if you'd please...?

Sir?

Tell the gentlemen
what happened that night.

The night Mr. Fogg left,

his servant came to the club
and gave me this.

Oh, it's a...

It's a check made payable
to Bellamy for 20,000 pounds.

He said I was to keep it
until Christmas Eve

and if Mr. Fogg wasn't back
by then,

then I was to give the check
to Mr. Bellamy.

This is the most outrageous
accusation! I have a mind to--

This will cover your bankruptcy.

Bankrupt?

You made a wager without having
the funds to cover it?

He can't accept it, Phileas,
or he'll lose all honor.

He can't lose what he never had.

You really are the most
tremendous fellow, Foggy.

For God's sake go, Bellamy.

You shame us all.

Merry Christmas, gentlemen.

Your final bar bill,
Mister Bellamy.

Miss Fix! In here.

Passepartout. I can't find him!

Passepartout?

He was here, but...

he promised me
he wouldn't run away.

He's right there,
beside you.

I think it's time
for a little tipple.

Miss Fix...

You were beside me all the time?

Always, Abigail.

What should we have, Abigail?

Jean? Brandy?

-Why not?
-Perfect!

Foggy! Come on!

Open the door, old chap!

-Thank you.
-Oh...

-Allow me, sir.

-Very good, sir.
-Thank you.

To friendship.

To friendship.

I can't believe I mislaid
an entire day.

-Open the door!

I'll never forget you.
Either of you.

It was a great adventure,
Monsieur.

The greatest.

Fogg, Fogg...

The greatest.

Fogg, Fogg, Fogg, Fogg!

Look! Something
has been attacking shipping

and causing
all sorts of bother.

The British think it might
be a giant narwhal.

Nonsense. A narwhal's
a porpoise, for goodness sake.

It couldn't sink a pint of beer.

The Americans think
it's a giant squid.

-Ha!
-And the French think

it's some sort
of mechanical war machine.

Then that is what it will be.

No government could build
a submarine that powerful

without every other government
in the world knowing.

Sounds interesting, though.

Where is this supposed
to be happening?

- Ah! There!
-Where is he?

Abigail?