♪ PHILEAS: I'll see you all back here no later than 1:00 Christmas Eve.

♪ Someone try to kill you?

No.

Yes.

PHILEAS: It was a misunderstanding-- he's actually an old friend.

I'll sort it out when I get back.

Man-to-man.

Mr. Bellamy, that is a court warrant for debt.

BELLAMY: "Reports exaggerate.

We're alive."

They're alive!

And heading for New York!

(cheers and applause) PASSEPARTOUT: You are very loyal to this man.

Every time I saw Bellamy at the Reform Club, he was humiliating you!

PHILEAS: Can't take a Winchester into the Reform Club, can I?

Can I?

Where did this come from, Grayson?

There's no postmark.

PHILEAS: Abandoning Estella like that is the thing that I'm most ashamed of.

And that I most regret.

She traveled and lived her life and I never saw her again.

I did nothing with my life.

That's not true.

You're a famous adventurer.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (whistle blowing, train cars moving slowly) (journalists clamoring) (audio fades and distorts) PHILEAS (faintly): Estella... What's it like being brought back from the dead, Mr. Fogg?

Well, um... ABIGAIL: Oddly exhilarating, actually.

JOURNALIST: Loved your new piece on India, Miss Fix.

None of us at the paper have ever read anything quite like it.

Thank you.

JOURNALIST: What next?

I understand you once said that you need a man like a fish needs a penny-farthing?

(Abigail laughs) I'm not going to share my private plans with an American journalist, no sirree.

(journalists chuckling, whistle blowing) JOURNALIST: And you, Passepartout?

I am a rolling stone, monsieur-- I will roll.

PHILEAS: Do you really think... Is it true that the, everyone in the city knows I'm here?

There's not a man or woman in the island of Manhattan who doesn't know that the great Phileas Fogg is gonna be in this very station today.

(whistle blowing) Now, we'd love to stand here talking with you all day, but don't you folks have a boat to catch?

(laughs) I want that one!

♪ (people talking in background) ABIGAIL: New York!

I love this place!

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh ♪ ♪ Hey ♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way ♪ (people talking and calling in background) ♪ Is everything all right, monsieur?

Yes, of course, it is.

Why wouldn't it be?

♪ (people talking in background) There she is, the Henrietta.

We've almost made it.

(people talking and calling in background) Don't look back, monsieur.

Let's go home.

MAN: Safe travels, folks.

(ship horn blaring) MAN (voiceover): Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!

Welcome aboard Henrietta, to our grand ballroom.

ABIGAIL: Well, this is pretty spectacular.

PASSEPARTOUT: I suppose it will have to do.

(Abigail gasps) Tea!

I have a strong and barely controllable desire for a decent cup of tea.

PASSEPARTOUT (in French): You'll join us, Mr. Fogg?

PHILEAS: Um, later.

ABIGAIL: Mr. Fogg?

I think now he's nearly home, it's all getting a bit much for him.

(ship horn blaring) (people talking and laughing in background) ♪ (gun fires, people screaming) PASSEPARTOUT (voiceover): Whoever gave you this saved your life, monsieur.

PHILEAS (voiceover): I think you might be right, Passepartout.

PHILEAS: Well, someone will achieve this.

Well, it won't be you.

(laughing) PHILEAS (voiceover): Abandoning Estella like that is the thing that I'm most ashamed of.

And that I most regret.

And I've never felt that same close bond with anyone again.

There's some are born to adventure.

And others, frankly, are not.

PHILEAS (voiceover): I'll see you all back here no later than 1:00 Christmas Eve.

(laughing) PHILEAS (voiceover): When you have found love, real love, life without it has no purpose.

♪ You will do whatever it takes to hold onto it.

And if you do not, then, then you're a coward!

♪ (people talking in background, seagull squawking) You've changed your mind-- excellent.

May I recommend this Darjeeling tea?

I'm going ashore.

ABIGAIL: 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.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (carriages clattering, people talking in background) ♪ (people talking and calling in background) PASSEPARTOUT: 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 20 years?

(ship horn blaring) (sighs) (people talking in background) ♪ (people talking in background) (quietly): Bloody, bloody idiot.

ESTELLA: 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?!

(panting) You broke my heart.

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

I won't ask for 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.

(ship horn blaring) 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.

Uh, 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 will meet some man with a lot of money.

Lovely house, and 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!

ESTELLA: 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, I started working in the kitchens 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.

Well, 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.

You've had a good life?

Oh, I've had a life.

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

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

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

Nothing.

Nothing?

You know, 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, and I was reading about a sticky wicket at the Oval.

For 20 years.

I knew it!

(slams loudly) (slam echoes) (people talking in background) 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, but 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 20 minutes.

The Henrietta waits for no one.

MAN (in distance): Last passengers to gangplank A!

ESTELLA (voiceover): 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..." (chuckling): Yes, he was, yes.

(chuckling) But your delightful Bellamy less so.

Bellamy?

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, that 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 a 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."

(chuckling): Really?

You thought that?

And you think that we might have had children?

Oh, 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.

That 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, and... That's nothing to me now.

Well...

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.

(voice breaking): Never, never doubt that.

I never have.

♪ Forgive me.

♪ MAN: Final call for the Henrietta.

(seagulls squawking) 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've 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.

HUGHES: 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.

PHILEAS (voiceover): Cab!

(people talking and calling in background) Cab?

DRIVER: Uh, already got a lady in the back, mister.

♪ Cab?

Cab?

DRIVER: Sorry, my friend, no.

♪ PASSEPARTOUT (voiceover): He's not going to make it.

He's still got time.

MAN: Hey!

Stop!

Cargo only!

♪ (grunting) PHILEAS: Get off me!

I've got a boat to catch!

KNEEDLING: No, you don't.

(blade clicks) Your journey ends here.

Get in there!

What are you doing?!

(grunts): 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 this.

He's my friend.

MAN: 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.

(chuckles) I said on your way, child.

It's Christmas.

You gotta share.

Come on.

Better leave the elves to their play.

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

Sounds rather glamorous.

(grunting) Not, though.

MAN: Hey, Scrooges!

(laughing) You silly, silly boys.

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

(Kneedling chuckles) That's not going to happen.

MAN: Keep the rich one out of the way.

Till we're finished with his friend.

MAN 2: This way, sir.

♪ (grunting) Hold him!

(grunts and yelps) You think you're tough?!

Have you ever spent even a term at an English public school?!

(grunting) I said 80 days!

And it's 80 days!

(grunting) (knife cuts) (grunting) (breathing heavily) (groans) Yes... Let's go, boys!

Yes!

Run home to your mothers!

MAN: Come on.

Let's go.

(bellowing): I am Phileas Fogg!

Let's go, lads!

Come on!

Ha!

(breathing heavily) (softly): Oh, no.

Let me see.

(groans) I'll get a doctor.

(scoffs) (straining): It's too late for me.

(groans) What's this?

(panting) (breath stops) ♪ (ship horn blaring) (horn continues) MAN: You either get on now or stay here, miss.

So it ends.

Come, Miss Fix.

PHILEAS: 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.

♪ ♪ ♪ (paper rustling) BELLAMY (voiceover): Fogg!

May the best man win!

(laughing) ♪ Everyone downstairs is willing him on, sir.

Oh, thank you, Roberts.

No telegrams for me?

No, sir.

Getting a bit jittery there, Bellamy?

(laughs) Not in the slightest.

(exhales) 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.

20,000 pounds.

(whistles) ("The Blue Danube" playing) Full steam ahead!

(waltz continues) (people talking in background) PASSEPARTOUT: 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.

(laughs): 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.

MAN: Hear, hear.

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... (footsteps retreating) (speaking softly) (begins gentle dance tune) Would you care to dance with me, Miss Fix?

I've had enough of this.

(admonishes) Leave it.

They're not worth it.

Disgusting, though.

(piece continues) (piece continues) (laughs) (piece continues) (piece continues) (exhales) (chuckles) Ah... (music continues) Go to bed.

I don't want to look at it anymore.

(Abigail laughing) (laughing) Agatha.

(music continues) (softly, harshly): Agatha!

(music pauses) (music continues softly) (engine rumbling) (music playing softly) Everything is going to change, isn't it?

Not tonight.

They can't change tonight.

(music continues) (music ends) (ship horn blowing) (bells ringing) MAN: Welcome to Liverpool, ladies and gentlemen, please have your... PHILEAS: There's a direct train to St. Pancras Station that's due to get into London at 11:30 a.m.

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.

PASSEPARTOUT: 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.

Aha!

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... You're 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.

(stammering): 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 Hong Kong.

They'll explain everything.

Not my job to send telegrams.

This is ridiculous!

I have circumnavigated the world, and...

Uh, who does send the telegrams, officer?

OFFICER: Barry.

And where might we find Barry?

In his bed, I should think.

When does he start work?

8:00 a.m. (gasps) PHILEAS: 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.

ABIGAIL (softly): 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.

(softly): We are on the very cusp of history, officer, and you could be a small but glorious part of it.

Lucky old me, sir.

Stand aside.

♪ (mutters): No, I will not fail.

Next.

(whistle blowing) Mr. Fogg!

(people clamoring) (exclaiming) (people clamoring) ♪ (grunts) (struggling) Get off him!

(officer shouting) Eighty days!

(gasping): Eighty days.

(keys jangling, Phileas panting) In you go, sir.

(lock turning) (panting) (door slams in distance) Yeah, I'll be gone by 5:00, so that's three hours this week.

MAN: Yeah, I thought so.

Thanks for noting that, sir.

(clears throat) 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.

♪ (watch shuts) ♪ (people talking in background) ♪ Poor Mr. Fogg.

This will devastate him.

Merry Christmas, British bureaucracy.

Where will you spend Christmas?

(exhales) 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.

(breathes deeply) ♪ And all the bells on Earth shall ring ♪ ♪ On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day ♪ ♪ And all the bells on Earth shall ring ♪ ♪ On Christmas Day ♪ In the morning (singing on "morning") (lock turning) Sorry about the delay, sir.

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

(song ends) Mm.

You're free to go.

♪ I saw three ships come sailing in ♪ ♪ On Christmas Day ♪ In the morning I did know who you were, Mr. Fogg, but I have a job to do, I'm sure you understand.

(song ends) Oh, it was always going to end this way.

Foolish to think otherwise.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, sir.

(lock turning) (door unlatching and opening) 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.

I think this time, we're finally finished.

PASSEPARTOUT: You, you nearly made it.

No one could have done more.

ABIGAIL: 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.

(people talking in background) (doorbell ringing repeatedly) I'm coming, I'm coming.

(people talking in background) (door opens) Mr. Fogg!

Sorry, Grayson, lost my key somewhere over Italy.

You're home!

Come in, come in.

ABIGAIL: Hello, Grayson.

PHILEAS: You know Miss Fix.

Passepartout.

Yes, of course.

We 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 anyone 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 wager, you have to be at the Reform Club... ...in 15 minutes.

My dear fellow, we have lost the wager.

We had to be back in London by 1:00 on Christmas Eve.

Today is Christmas Day.

(chuckles): I'm sorry, sir, but today is not Christmas Day.

(inhales) How about that glass of sherry?

There's a good chap.

I think I can see what's happened here, sir.

Easy mistake to make.

You were traveling constantly eastwards, 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.

Those 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.

♪ ♪ (talking in background) Well.

I hate to say I told you so, Fortescue.

But I told you so.

He still has time.

(chuckling) ♪ (panting) ROBERTS: It's Mr. Fogg, sir!

He's coming!

He's coming!

He's coming!

Come on, Phileas.

Come on.

♪ (crowd cheering) Come on!

MAN: Well, where is he, then?

He's stopped.

Stopped?

Why has he stopped?

(clock ticking) (crowd cheering) Mr. Fogg!

(watch ticking) (people talking in background) (clock ticking) (crowd cheering) If he wins, you lose, Phileas.

Forever.

That's what Estella said.

And she was right.

She was right all along.

♪ (crowd cheering) MAN: He's on his way!

MAN 2: There he is!

(talking excitedly) (clock ticking) Nine.

(men shouting) BELLAMY (voiceover): Eight.

Seven.

♪ Six.

Five.

(watch ticking) Four.

Three.

Two.

♪ One.

(clock chiming hour, men cheering) (pants) (cheering continues) (men exclaiming, audio distorts) (clock chiming) (panting) (chiming continues) (panting) (audio distorted) MAN (distorted): Congratulations, Fogg.

(panting) (audio distorted) You did it, Phileas.

You actually did it.

Never in doubt, Bernard.

Not with your remarkable daughter at my side.

Abigail.

I am so proud of you.

Like I used to be proud of you, Father.

(sighing) You foolish, foolish man.

♪ MAN: Jolly good show, old boy, welcome back.

(exhales) MAN: All hail the conquering hero.

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

(exhales, clears throat) Passepartout?

Passepartout!

(people talking in background) (horse nickers) Well done, Foggy.

The best man won.

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

(all laughing) Shall we tell them now, old fellow?

Tell us what?

(scoffing): We were never doing it for the money.

We're not vulgarians.

We just said that to rile all you fellows up, and it seems it worked.

You swallowed it all hook, line, and sinker.

Haven't they, Phileas?

(murmuring) (softly): Agree with me or I'll destroy you.

Is this true, Phileas?

Was there never any money involved?

(conversations stop) I knew I was ill-equipped to make this journey.

You made that quite clear, Bellamy.

(chortling): It 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.

(stammering): So there was a bet for money?

I think Mr. Fogg is mistaken.

Unless he is trying to manipulate this situation for his own financial gain, which I for one refuse to believe.

Mr. Roberts, if you please.

Sir?

Would you tell the gentlemen what happened that night?

The night Mr. Fogg left, his servant came to the club and gave me this.

(man exclaims) Ah, it's a...

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

(murmuring) ROBERTS: 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.

(murmuring) You really are the most tremendous fellow, Foggy.

For God's sake, go, Bellamy.

You shame us all.

Merry Christmas, gentlemen.

(men muttering) (clears throat): Your final bar bill, Mr. Bellamy.

(chuckles) (crowd clamoring) (crowd jeering) (crowd clamoring) PHILEAS: 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.

(bolting door) I think it's time for a little tipple.

Miss Fix.

You were beside me all the time?

Always, Abigail.

(banging on door) (glasses tinkling) What shall we have, Abigail?

Jean?

Brandy?

Why not?

ABIGAIL: Perfect.

(banging continues, men clamoring) MAN: Open the door, old chap!

(door rattling) Thank you.

Oh.

(lighter clicks) Allow me, sir.

(Abigail chuckling) PHILEAS: Very good, sir.

Thank you.

To friendship.

(Abigail sighs) To friendship.

To friendship.

(men banging on door) I can't believe I mislaid an entire day.

(laughing) MAN: Open the door!

(rattling and banging) (banging continues) I'll never forget you.

Either of you.

It was a great adventure, Monsieur.

The greatest.

The greatest.

MEN (chanting): Fogg!

Fogg!

Fogg!

Fogg!

Fogg!

ABIGAIL: 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-- that wouldn'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.

PHILEAS: 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?

MEN: ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪ ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪ And so say all of us (stick straining) (clamoring) FORTESCUE: Abigail!

(laughing) ♪ PHILEAS: Ha-ha!

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