01x01 - Episode 1

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CLOCK TICKING

TICKING CONTINUES

CROWD SHOUTING

RATTLING

TING

TICKING

Morning, Grayson.

Morning, sir.

We really must get some bigger cups.

If you'll just allow me, sir.

CLOCK CHIMES

What's that, Grayson? Sir?

This postcard.

Where did this come from, Grayson?
There's no postmark.

I... I...

Grayson!

Who brought this postcard
into my house?

The postman, sir.

That'll be all.

Is it bad news, sir?

JAUNTY MUSIC

BELL RINGS

Why aren't the presses rolling?
Are we late?

We can't be late, Miss. Your father
would have us all sacked.

LAUGHS

Don't worry, Miss Fortescue.
I typeset every letter myself.

Worried? I'm not worried.

It's just my first credit,
that's all.

Nothing remotely important.

BELL RINGS

MAN SHOUTS

Here, Miss.

MURMUR OF VOICES

Morning, Passepartout.

Or "Bonjour, ma cherie"
I think it was?

Come.

Edith. Lovely, pretty Edith.

Passepartout.

How I envy him.

Who?

The man out there
who is going to meet you,

fall in love with you, marry you,
have children with you.

But...I've already met him.

It's you, Passepartout.

You deserve much more than me.

Find a good man,
a man who wants to settle down.

It's for the best, cherie,
I promise you.

MAN CLEARS THROAT

We're here to work.

Morning, Fogg.

Late this morning, Foggy?

Not like you.

Everything all right?

Everything's fine.

Why wouldn't it be fine?

Mmm. I like this piece, Fortescue.

With the opening of the railway
between Rothal and Allahabad,

this fellow Penrose claims it's now
possible to circumnavigate the globe

in a mere 80 days.
SCOFFS

Absolute rot, of course.

It's not rot, actually.

What I mean to say is,
if a man was well-organised,

and of a resilient
and indefatigable nature,

took advantage of recent
technological advances...

You and your technological advances.

I'm serious, Fortescue.

Only last night I was reading
about a balloon contraption

a chap in Paris has invented,
a Mr Lome.

Imagine going up in a balloon
invented by a Frenchman.

Oh! Er, sorry.

IN FRENCH:

Excuse my hands, monsieur.

I shall have the hake
in herb butter. Bellamy?

Er...pork chop.

Green beans.

Mr Fogg will have his usual
brown Windsor soup

and then the boiled beef.

Tres bien, monsieur.

If you recall, I once planned
such an excursion myself.

Not in 80 days, obviously,
but...I could have done it.

Yes, I remember it well. You made it
as far as Victoria Station.

Dover, actually.

Some are born to adventure,
and others, frankly, are not.

Do you remember that time he cried
when Matron told him

not to wear a vest in August?

Now that's enough, Bellars.
The brown Windsor.

Madam! Madam, this is members only!
No women allowed!

Really? Watch me.

Good Lord! Madam! Madam, please!

There you are.
Abigail! What on earth...

Can you tell me what is wrong with
this otherwise carefully researched

and expertly conveyed article?
Abigail, will you please calm down?

I'll enlighten you, shall I, Father?

It appears to have been written
by a Mr Charles Penrose.

Well, I have my readers to consider.

It's 1872!

Would your readership
really suffer a mass coronary

if they discovered a woman
had written this? Abigail,

this is neither the time nor
the place. I'm very sorry, madam.

I must insist that you leave.
You're frightening the members.

My office. Two o'clock.

We'll discuss the matter then.
Will you please show the lady out?

AGITATED MUTTERING

Terribly sorry about that.
No, no, no, no, not at all.

Seems to have grown into a very fine
young lady. Yes, I think so.

If you want my advice, Madame...

Which I do not.
..you're best out of it.

This is a place
where souls come to die.

BELL TOLLS

One roly-poly pudding,
one Eton mess, and one spotted d*ck.

She may be a woman, Fortescue,

but your daughter's written
a fascinating piece.

Everything would have to
run in a chap's favour, of course -

weather, w*r, rail, sail.
But it's possible.

It's more than possible.

Someone will achieve this.
Well, it won't be you.

Oh, leave the man alone.
One spotted d*ck.

Now, let's see if the new chef
has mastered the sultana ratio.

Roly-poly.

TICKING

And the Eton mess.

TICKING

TICKING

WHIRRING

It will, actually.

Sorry, Foggy? What will what?

I'm going to circumnavigate
the globe in 80 days.

Or less.

THEY LAUGH

ALL LAUGH

My dear fellow.

Has something happened, Fogg?

Nothing's happened.

Not for years.

I'll start today.

One o'clock?

With any luck I'll make

the overnight sailing
from Dover to Calais.

By Jove, I think he's serious!

Never more so, Bellamy.

Care to put your money
where your mouth is?

Absolutely not. Stop this
foolishness, both of you.

Ten thousand pounds.

What?

MURMURING

Ten thousand pounds.

What do you say, Fogg?

Or are you just like that Froggy
balloon - full of hot air?

Twenty thousand.

SHOCKED MURMURING

You have yourself a wager, sir.

I'll see you all back here -
no later than one o'clock

on...

..Christmas Eve.

CLOCK CHIMES

CLICKS BUTTON

Please, Edith. Just leave me alone!

Please, don't cry.

You.

Leave her alone.

That was my intention.

But the lady is crying,
and I will not stand...

Stop it! Kenny, stop!

Edith. After you have finished
your shift we will go to the park

and I will explain why...

I told you to leave that girl alone!
WOMAN SCREAMS

What is going on here?!

Sir, I'd never...

SQUEALING

You French...!

Are we finished?

He's fainted! Good God.

Merde.

Call the police!
Au revoir, mes amis.

You stay where you are!
Phileas!

Phileas, you can't go on your own.

Well, I won't be on my own.
Grayson will be with me.

Grayson? He hasn't left the house
in 20 years!

Bellboy! Yes, sir?

Little errand for you. Thank you.

Phileas!

Phileas, please!

Come back.

Fogg!

May the best man win.

Thank you.

See you in the morning!

LAUGHTER

WHISTLE BLOWS

Allow me, Monsieur.
Can I help you?

I have been sent by the agency,
Monsieur. Your new valet.

Call the police!

Phileas! You can't go on your own.

Bellboy! Yes, sir?

Get round to Fritton's Agency
quick-smart, have them send

their finest man to this address.
Of course.

Phileas, please! Come back!

Mr Roberts has asked for you
urgently. I'll take care of this.

Ah! You're the best on their books?

WHISTLE
Stay back, please!

WHISTLE

Nobody better.

Do you have a name?

Passepartout, Monsieur,
at your service.

Pass-par-too. Passepartout.

Right.

Well, come inside.

May I...?

I should warn you, I am going around
the world in 80 days.

Oh! Splendid.

Splendid?

That doesn't worry you?

Why would it, Monsieur?

Oh.

Languages?

French, evidemment.
Italian and German.

Spanish, a smattering of Cantonese,

Russian, and...

..and I can say, "Where is
the fire escape?" in Swahili.

Have we met?

Er...I don't think so.

Well, don't just stand there, man,
go and pack my bags!

Evening wear, lounge wear -
Grayson will show you what I need.

Go on!

He is the most timid, unprepared man
in Christendom.

I'll require expenses, of course.

And I'll telegram you
whenever I can.

What on earth are you talking about?

My contract for
my new regular column.

Around The World With Abigail Fix.

If you seriously think
I'm going to let my only child

follow this charade
even as far as the Strand...

I'm not even reading it.

I wonder if The Times would be
interested in this story?

Dammit, Abigail! You know
even less of the world than Fogg!

And my God,
that is saying something.

Why your mother's maiden name?

Because I'm sick of being
the famous Mr Fortescue's daughter.

I'm going to be a proper writer.

You can be a proper writer here.

No, I can't. You proved that today.

Expenses only.

And my name on the column.
Abigail Fix, not A Fix.

Teutonic Regular, 10 point minimum
and... You really are

the most impossible creature.

SHE LAUGHS

Please... Please be careful.

What time does Fogg sail?

Six o'clock. If he gets that far.

He'd better had,
or he'll have me to deal with.

Abigail?

There's no shame
in changing your mind.

This is what I was born to do!

DOOR SHUTS

Are you sure you don't want me
to come with you, sir?

No. You must stay here and make sure
the household runs as clockwork.

See you on Christmas Eve, Grayson.

I'll be waiting right here, sir.

A cab won't call itself.

WHISTLES

Next stop Paris.

Paris? Capital of France.
I know it's...

I didn't know we were going
to Paris. Yes.

We have to change trains for Turin.

Just to change trains? Yes.

Something the matter?
We have a boat to catch!

Everything is perfect, Monsieur.

Then let the adventure begin.

VOMITS

GROANS

I think I'm dying.

Hello.

Miss Fortescue. Miss Fix, actually.
When I'm working.

FOGG GROANS

Monsieur is just
getting his sea legs.

SHIP'S HORN

What on earth are you doing here?
I'm here to cover your progress

for The Daily Telegraph. What?
No. Oh, no.

No, no, no. No.
The last thing I want

is some journalist coming with me.

Think of the publicity.

That's exactly what
I am thinking about.

No. Absolutely not.
That's out of the question.

Such a shame, Mademoiselle.

I think we would have
enjoyed each other's company.

Aren't you the waiter
from the Reform Club?

As the gentleman said.
Have a safe trip back.

Oops! Oh!

Your hat, Monsieur...

It has gone home.

SEABIRDS CALLING

"Paris: The Turbulent City."

Do you mind?

You can't learn about a city
from reading a book.

You're very forward for a servant,
or a waiter,

or whatever you are tonight.

I'm just a man, Mademoiselle.

Where's Mr Fogg?

Still revisiting his brown
Windsor soup and boiled beef.

Do you think he's going to make it
around the world in 80 days?

LAUGHS

I hope and believe
he'll prove you wrong.

Oh. Why do you think he doesn't want
a journalist with him?

Because deep down
he knows he will fail...

..and he doesn't want you
telling the world when he does.

Have you got anything to drink?
No!

Then I will bid you goodnight,
Mademoiselle.

CROWD SHOUTING

The police are closing
all the railway stations?

You can't be serious!
Until all this is over.

When will that be?

This is France, Monsieur.
It could be decades.

You stay here, I'll get a cab.
How long will you be?

Don't worry, they don't behead
rich people any more.

I don't think!

Oh, sorry.

HORSE WHINNIES

You rude man!

Miss Fix. Mr Fogg
is not going to like it.

Then he will have to lump it.

Who was that man
who knocked me over?

Nobody.

You'd better come with us.

Le Grand Hotel.

SHOUTING

This way, Monsieur!

Is it always like this in France?
Always!

Miss Fix! I thought
I made my position perfectly clear.

You did, and I've decided
to ignore you.

What is this all about?

The government crossed
the Paris Commune.

Now the people protest against
our glorious president,

Marie Joseph Louis Adolphe Thiers.

Not a popular chap, I take it?

He once passed a law that said
the poorest could no longer vote.

Well, I'm sure he had his reasons.

Ants in your pants? I will meet you
in the foyer of Le Grand Hotel

in an hour, Monsieur.
Where are you going?

This is going to take some time.

I'll organise the hire of a carriage
to pick up the train in Italy.

There will only be room for
two people in the carriage.

You're my valet! You can't...

I can't fall at the first hurdle,
that'd be ridiculous. Never be able

to show my face in the Reform Club
again. Waiter,

valet...what do you know
about our Mr Passepartout?

I mean, really know?
I'm not talking to you, Miss Fix,

as you are currently on the ferry
sailing back to Dover.

Why aren't we moving?

KNOCKS TWICE
Where are you going?

If I'm going around the world,

I want to know
who I'm going around it with.

You're not going around the world,
you are going

back to London! Miss Fix...!
DOOR SHUTS

SHOUTING AND CHANTING

CHANTING ECHOES

CHANTING

FOOTSTEPS

What is the English word
for fatigante?

"Tiresome."

What are you doing?

This is where
my father's life ended.

Where he was k*lled.

Who k*lled him?

The government of France.

Why?

Because he was strong
and brave...

..and kind.

Because he believed in
a better world.

You must be very proud of him.

I didn't want a dead hero, Miss Fix.

I wanted a father.

Yes. Yes, we are, Madame.
Very proud of him.

Gerard?

BOTH LAUGH

Whoa!
HORSE WHINNIES

SHOUTING

Go, go! For goodness' sake, go!

None of this has anything
to do with me!

Non!

Non! Non! No!

I am English! I am English!

CLICKS FINGERS

That was you at the station,
wasn't it?!

You knocked me over
and left me there.

Good God, no!

I'm working, if you must know.
A journalist.

A manservant.

Manservant?

A spectacularly bad one,
as it turns out.

Excuse me,
I can understand what you're saying

and "the woman" will be the judge
of where she goes, not you.

You say you're a journalist,
Mademoiselle Fix.

I don't say I'm a journalist,
I am a journalist.

Then how about I give you
the story of a lifetime?

FOGG: Somebody help me!

CHILDREN SHOUTING

Please! I have a first-class ticket!

SHOUTING

Leave that!

That belongs to me! It is not yours!

Please, please!

Why don't you go and find Fogg?
This is not your business.

Everything is my business.

So I'm starting to see.

You said "today of all days".
What did you mean?

A year ago, President Thiers ordered
the army to destroy the commune.

They turned their cannons on us,
here in the heart of Paris.

Are we going on a protest march?

My readers would
absolutely love that.

A protest, Mademoiselle,
that much is certainly true.

CLOCK CHIMES

I am the English man!
LAUGHTER

Oh, Miss Fix's bag!

You must not judge us unkindly,
Monsieur.

People with empty bellies have been
known to forget their manners.

Yes, of course.

But you appear to be a man
who is a stranger to poverty.

Oh, yes.

Certainly. Of course.

I'm sure the Lord won't mind
some English pounds.

Thank you.

Go in peace. Your journey
has the Lord's approval.

Really? Right.

You're an idiot, Fogg.

You're an idiot.
You were never made for this.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Bernard. I don't know
what I was thinking of.

I'll bring her home at once.

Passepartout? My insane brother
and his suicidal friends

are going to assassinate
the President of France.

How's that for a headline, Miss Fix?

Do you know what my father said
to Passepartout,

the moment before the firing squad
took him away from us?

No, I don't.

He said, "Look after your brother."

And do you know what my brother
said to my father?

I don't know and I don't care.

Why are you even
contemplating this?

I suggest that you put down your...
"I promise, Papa."

That's what I said to him.

He asked one thing of you
and you betrayed him.

I was young.

I'd seen my own father k*lled.

I just wanted to get away from
this city, these politics.

I just wanted to forget.

Forget who m*rder*d your own father?

Yes! I needed to be away from here.
You had a brother!

What do you want me to say, Gerard?

That I was a bad brother?

I freely admit it, I am the worst
brother a man could ever have.

I am sorry...

..as any man can be.

Excusez-moi.

Excusez-moi?

Excusez-moi.

Have you seen this woman?

Anglaise.

Er...stubborn.

Talks a lot.

WHISPERS: What will happen to us?

If he kills the President,
every gendarme in Paris

will be inside this building
in less than a minute.

Will they arrest us?

They will k*ll us.

Someone will rescue us.

Mr Fogg! Is a fool who cannot
run his own bath.

Miss Fix, Miss Fix,
Miss Fix, Miss Fix.

I wouldn't be surprised if he's
already on his way back to England.

My father is a powerful man...
And is currently asleep

in the library of the Reform Club.

I wish you had left
when I told you to.

I'm sorry, Miss Fix.
Nobody is going to rescue us.

Have you seen this woman?
Excusez-moi?

Anyone? Sorry. Someone...
Someone must have seen her.

She has big hair.
Blue eyes. I think.

Where might I find a policeman?
Gendarme? Gendarme?

Oui! Yes, thanks!

MISS FIX: If you get out of this
and I don't,

tell my father I love him very much

and that he's not to feel guilty.

I was doing what
I've always wanted to do.

Is there anybody you want me
to speak to?

There must be someone.

Not much to show for
a life, brother.

No wife.

No children. No friends.

No beliefs.

No country.

Nobody cares if you live or die.

I would.

Care if you lived or died.

A little bit.

He always is punctual,
monsieur le President.

Gerard. Listen to me.
Thiers didn't k*ll Father.

He betrayed the movement.
Same thing.

How can more k*lling help France?

It helps me.

Thank you. Excusez-moi.
Coming through.

Thank you. Excusez-moi.

I am not going anywhere until I have
seen the Chief of Police himself.

He is inside
with the President of France.

She is the daughter of the editor
of the Daily Telegraph.

Mr President!
My name is Phileas Fogg.

I've travelled from England,
and I am looking for a woman.

Aren't we all, Monsieur?

Do not interrupt
the President of France.

MISS FIX: Mr Fogg!

Miss Fix? I've been looking
everywhere for you!

I'm going to London!

I'm going to London!

SCREAMING
Fogg!

SILENCE

SCREAMING

SILENCE

g*n CLICKS

SILENCE

g*nshots

g*nshots

GRUNTS

SMASHING

Go, Passepartout!

Come on!

g*nf*re AND EXPLOSIONS

Come with us! No!

Come with us!

g*nf*re, GLASS SHATTERING

Liberte!

INAUDIBLE

SOUND FADES IN: Passepartout! Quick!

Now!

g*nshots

TICKING

GASPS

g*nshots, CLAMOUR

CHUCKLES

g*nshots

Ah!

Fogg! Fogg!

I thought you were dead!

Dead?! I've never felt so alive
in my life.

You came for us! I knew you would.

We must leave Paris. Now!

Wait, hold on!

Um...

What is it?

Do you know this place?

Yes.

Take me there! Why?
Just...trust me.

In there? Do you want to live
or die, Monsieur?

Well, live, I suppose. But...
Get in!

Yes, all right.

SHOUTING

This way!

PANTING
I think we've lost them.

We have to keep going.
I've got a bit of a stitch.

Just let me catch my breath
for a few minutes

and then...
g*nshots

Will you people stop firing at me?!

I am hurrying!

Up there.

Ah! In here!

DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING

Bolt the door!

Oh, it's beautiful.

I am not going up in that!

Nobody is going up in that.

Monsieur Lome?
My name is Phileas Fogg.

I need to purchase
this magnificent flying machine

and I need you to fly it for me.

It's not for sale.

Name your price, Monsieur.
CHUCKLES

There's no price.

What's the name of the balloon,
Monsieur?

Marie Rose.

Marie Rose yes. Was my wife.

We had this dream to fly together...

..out over the city,
over the fields and rivers...

..like birds. Like angels.

She died before I...

..before I could complete it.

BANGING ON DOOR

Hurry, Mr Fogg!

Monsieur. You built this machine
for your wife,

for Marie Rose. I understand that.
But what honour does it do her

gathering dust here?

It should fly.

Like a bird.

Like an angel!

No man in the world knows more

about lost opportunity than me,
Monsieur Lome.

BANGING ON DOOR

If we're going to go,
we need to go now!

You'll come with us?

No, Monsieur. You go.

Make my wife proud.

Why can't we get a train
like normal people?

Do you have any idea
how this thing works?

Basic physics, I imagine.

What a story!

Where are we going?

Italy, of course.

Not a second to lose.

I've been thinking, Miss Fix.

Perhaps this adventure
should have a chronicler,

if you're still interested.

Thank you, Mr Fogg. I'd be honoured.

Only a sip each, I'm afraid.

"To my darling fellow traveller.
Sincerely yours..."

Whoever gave you this
saved your life, Monsieur.

Yes, I think you might
be right, Passepartout.

Thank you.

Around the world, my friends.

In 80 days.

MUSIC SWELLS

BELL TOLLS