01x03 - Episode 3

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Someone will achieve this.
And it won't be you.

It will, actually.
You have yourself a wager, sir.

You really think you can cross
the entire globe in just 80 days?

Certainly, my dear, or die trying.

He is a fraud, Miss Fix.

Look, I've never done
anything like this before.

TRAIN WHISTLE
I nearly got us all k*lled.

But you didn't.
You saved a boy's life.

INDISTINCT

Wait until my father
reads about this.

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.

HE SHOUTS

I know you're grieving for your
brother, and I'm sorry, but I think

you're the sort of man who runs away
when things get difficult.

There's not a hope in hell of making
it around the world in 80 days.

You owe the bank £15,000.

Bankrupt me.

From a Mr Bellamy, sir, in London.

We will be arriving at the Suez
Canal inside the hour, sir.

Ah, how completely splendid.
Thank you. You're welcome.

Mere months ago we would have had
to have endured

the South Atlantic
and southern Indian oceans.

I know, I wrote the article. Now we
simply sail down the Suez Canal,

meet our ship at Aden, straight
across the Indian Ocean to Bombay.

Astonishing, really. I know, I wrote
the article. Yes.

Yes, you did.

An adventurer and his chronicler.

A team. A team, yes.

I have a very, very good feeling
about this. The sun on our backs,

technology on our side,
India waiting for us.

What do you think, Passepartout?
Are we going to make it?

HE GRUNTS

Good man. Nothing can stop us now.

Pirates? Pirates in the
19th century?

These are not men with wooden legs
and pigeons on their shoulders.

Parrots, Passepartout.

I talked to the First Mate. Banu
Marwan marauders have been targeting

shipping and kidnapping the
wealthier passengers. Kidnapping?

Quite grisly, actually.

They cut off a new finger every day
until the ransom is paid.

What if it isn't paid?

The company have ordered the captain
to rest up here for a few days until

a British ship of w*r arrives
to escort us to Aden.

We'll miss our connection
to Bombay. I know!

We'll have to make
alternative arrangements.

What sort of alternative
arrangements? I don't know.

We've only just got here.

I wonder if they'd get

The Daily Telegraph in
a place like this?

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Here it is! It's in!

"Fogg saves president of France,
from our own correspondent,

"Miss Abigail Fix."

My first credited article! My father
actually put my name on it!

"Phileas Fogg, with scant
regard for his own safety,

"threw himself between the president
of France

"and his would-be assassin." Did I?

You appear to have mis-told
my role in the story.

The thing you need to know about my
father is he

won't simply humour me. If he
thought the article wasn't good

enough, he just wouldn't print it.
"Could Phileas Fogg be the next

"great British explorer, following
in the footsteps of

Livingstone, "Speke and Burton?"
Nope. We must get to Aden.

We WILL get to Aden.
This calls for a celebration.

A large, cold beer, please.

Beer? Beer.

Beer, if you please! I don't think
saying it louder is going to help.

We're in Al Hudaydah, in the
Ottoman Empire.

There's no alcohol.

We'll have coffee, thank you.

Need to find out when
the next boat to Aden sails.

Oh, my giddy...aunt!

Do not look now, but there's a woman
over there haggling over a camel,

and I think it's Jane Digby.

Good Lord, I do believe you're
right. Who is she?

Only the most immoral and despised
Englishwoman in the world.

What has she done wrong?

Where do I begin? She's been married
to Lord Ellenborough,

the Governor General of India.
She left him and had open affairs

with Prince Felix of Schwarzenberg

and Ludwig I of Bavaria.

Yeah, but what has she done wrong?
Abandoned her children.

Don't gossip, Miss Fix,
it's unbecoming.

Right, where are we? She married
another Baron in Munich,

then had an affair
with King Otto of Greece,

followed by a shameless fling
with a hero of the

Greek Revolution, General
Christodoulos Hatzipetros.

She must be exhausted. Finally, and
this is the really scandalous bit,

she ran off and married
an Arab camel driver.

That must be him.

Quite handsome,
I suppose, as camel drivers go.

It's ridiculous. The next boat for
Aden doesn't sail for three days!

My father knew her a little bit.

Said her morals were even lower than
her intelligence.

Maybe I should introduce myself.

You will do no such thing.

We may be far from home,
but we're not without standards.

Speak for yourself, Monsieur.

She's coming this way. Ignore her.

Good luck.

This isn't France - you're going to
need it.

Try not to tuck it in too tightly at
the bottom.

I hate having my toes bent back by a
rigid sheet.

KNOCKING

Assalaamu Alaikum.

Forgive me, I hear you speaking.

It is important you go to Aden?

Yes, terribly important.

There is a way...

..across the Empty Quarter.

For a small cost, I take you.

Through the desert?

Why is it called the Empty Quarter?

Because it is empty.

Why is it empty?

Because everyone who goes there
dies.

It is a most generous offer,
malheureusement...

I will be with you, sirs. There is
no need to be afraid.

Passepartout.

How long will it take?

Two days.

Two days would put us back on
schedule.

Non, Monsieur, you cannot even
consider this.

And how much is a small cost?

Ten British pounds.

Ten?

Please, Monsieur.

When we get to Aden, I will pay the
money.

Half now for supplies. No, no, no.

No, half now and we never see you
again.

I know how you chaps do business.

As you wish, effendi.

So, when do we leave?

One hour before dawn.

Very good.

Very good.

We know nothing about the desert,
we know nothing about this man.

This way, we're back on track for
India.

I thought you promised your
friend...

..that you would look after his
daughter.

The Empty Quarter, really?

Everyone who goes there dies.

Yes.

You're absolutely right.
What was I thinking?

That's no place for a woman.

I'll go after him, tell him we
no longer need his help. No!

Miss Fix must remain here.

What do you mean?

Fortescue would never forgive me if
I knowingly endangered her life.

Monsieur, I didn't mean that she had
to stay here.

No, no, no, no more... Nothing else
to say on the subject.

If she goes home to her father
without this story...

Leaders must make difficult
decisions, I've made mine.

She will be devastated.

Get some sleep, while you can.

KNOCKING

Oh, excuse me, Miss Fix.

Please, come in.

I know you think I'm silly,
going on about this article,

but let me explain.

You don't have to explain anything
to me.

When my mother died, my father
brought me up on his own.

Sometimes, it was sad just being
the two of us,

both of us missing my mother...

..but at other times...

..we'd sit around this enormous map
of the world

and he'd point out the places he'd
been to,

the wars he'd reported on and lived
through.

Sometimes, of course, he had to go
away and work but...

..he always hurried back to me and
always had a new story to tell.

I want to repay him by telling this
story.

I'm French...

..that's how we say goodnight in
France.

I say.
CAMEL GRUNTS

Tremendous.

I have no choice.

It's too dangerous for her.

CAMEL GRUNTS

KNOCKING

Mr Fogg?

Should we be careful with our water?

There is an oasis ahead.

My people camp there.
Plenty of water.

Listen to me. Please, listen!

I need a guide.

Please!

I need a guide.

Aden.

Aden, I need someone to take me to
Aden.

I can pay.

THEY SHOUT OVER EACH OTHER

MAN SHOUTS

Are you hurt?

Where are your friends?

There's been a terrible mistake.

They've left me behind in error and
I need to find them.

They left you behind in error?

I'm trying to get one of these men
to take me to Aden,

so I can meet up with them.

These men?

Didn't your mother teach you never
to talk to strange men?

Didn't yours?

Please, Lady Ellenborough...

..will you help me get to Aden?

I have money.

CHILDREN LAUGH

Go home.

No.

Never!

I saw that.

HE GROANS

Call of nature, I'm afraid. It can't
be ignored.

CAMEL GRUNTS

How absolutely fascinating.

Huh!

That's called petroleum...

..from the Latin "petra", meaning
rock.

Sometimes, it seeps up to the
surface. What are you doing?

The same as you, I imagine.

Well, move along a bit. Why?

Because...

..because I can't go when there's
another chap in the vicinity.

I thought you went to
boarding school. Please.

HE SIGHS

A bit more.

Oh, too late, Monsieur.
HE URINATES

HE SIGHS

Close your eyes and think of the
River Thames.

Millions and millions of gallons
of water

swirling and flooding and surging
towards the sea,

as heavy rain falls from the great
London sky...

Monsieur Fogg!

Well, I definitely can't go if you
insist on talking to me.

If you're going to be a
gentleman's gentleman,

you need to understand the
peccadilloes of said...

Oh, no!

No!

Oh, my jacket!

My watch.

He's stolen my father's watch.

Well, at least he didn't get our
money.

What shop shall we go to first?

Mr Bellamy... Mm-hm?

..we were just tidying up the
gentlemen's bar bills and we...

..we noticed that your own bill has
not been paid since the summer.

The summer? What nonsense.

Apparently so, sir.

I seem to have left my wallet at
home, Roberts,

I'll sort you out in the morning.

The thing is, sir, I do believe you
said that the last time.

What are you implying, man?

He's only doing his job, old chap.

No need for a scene.

Let me take care of it.

Oh, no, I couldn't possibly.

I'll reimburse you tomorrow.

Of course. Don't mention it.

Why are you doing all this?

Risking your life for a stupid
wager.

How much money can one man want?

It's not about money. Pride?

Who cares what those men think about
you.

This is neither the time nor the
place for this discussion.

Where are we going?

To the oasis.

How do you know there is an oasis?

The man said there was.

The crazy man who left us out here
to die?

Do you have a better idea?

Yes, we go back.

We'll never make it back without
water.

This is our only chance.

Well, risk your life, be my guest,
but stop risking mine.

You must have faith, Passepartout.

I will get us through this.

What do you miss about England,
Lady Ellenborough?

Nothing.

Don't call me Lady Ellenborough.

What would you like me to call you?

You must miss something.

The cavalry jingling down
Horse Guards Parade?

Snow falling on Hampstead Heath?

Children skating on Hyde Park?

You have children in London,
I believe.

Do you get to see much of them?

Must be difficult.

I'm sorry, I was only asking!

SHE SCREAMS

HORSE NEIGHS

Thank you.

It's a good camel.

Tracks of three camels...

..going back to Al Hudaydah.

They've turned around.

Perhaps your friends aren't
quite so stupid after all.

Only one of the camels is carrying
a man.

The other tracks are lighter.

What are you saying?

Three people went out,
only one is returning.

We go back now.

In this heat,
without transportation,

they're as good as dead.

HE BLOWS VIGOROUSLY

Urgh!

HE MUTTERS

Never thought I'd say this - I
rather miss Miss Fix.

Absolutely did the right thing.

This is no place for a woman.

It's not a lot of fun for a man.

Mm.

She did have a certain...joie de
vivre.

I know.

Certainly one of life's enthusiasts.

A very pleasant laugh.

Courage. Indeed.

Intelligence.

Determination.

Resilience.

Pretty.

Steady on!

Well, at least she's safe.

Sailing home to London and her
father's embrace...

..where she should be.

CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

Monsieur, get up.

I said, get up!

Just a little rest.

If you stop here, you will die.

You are a hero...

..remember?

That's just words.

Miss Fix's stupid words.

I said, get up, man!

I'm sorry, Passepartout, for all of
this.

Whatever happens, I want you to
know...

..you're the best valet I've ever
had.

Really?

You know, I'm not actually a valet.

You're not?

What are you, then?

Anything you want me to be.

HE GROANS

Look, look.

Is that...

A man?

..a man?

A lot of men.

They are coming towards us!

Over here!

Hey!

Hey! Over here!

Over here!

We're saved!

We're saved!

THEY LAUGH HYSTERICALLY

We're saved!

That's not people.

What? Of course it is.

Our brains wanted it to be people.

What the hell is it, then?

That's...

..that's a sandstorm.

Use this...

..to breathe.

Hold my hand.

We must try and stay together.

Hold on to me!

Don't let go!

Argh!

Passepartout!

Passepartout!

Passepartout!

HORSE NEIGHS

WHISPERS: Passepartout.

Passepartout, Passepartout.

Passepartout!

You made it!

I'm so pleased.

I'm so...

Oh, oh!

Well done.

Well done.

Drink it slowly, Monsieur.

HE GROANS

Wait, wait, wait.

Slowly.

HE GROANS

Better than champagne.

HE GASPS

Oh!

You, sir, are a gracious...

..and noble hero.

A man amongst men.

And you, sir, are an imbecile.

PASSEPARTOUT CHUCKLES

You saved my life.

I would have left you there.

SHE saved your life.

Hello, Mr Fogg.

Oh, Miss Fix...

Bernard, your shot.

Telegram for you, Mr Fortescue.

Oh, thank you.

It's from Abigail.

They've left Al Hudaydah

and are heading across the desert
to Aden.

What is that fool, Fogg, doing,
taking Abigail into the desert?

What is it?

She has a travelling companion...

..Jane Digby.

The Bedouin bed-hopper.

I'm surprised she has the audacity
to leave the tent,

after the way that you exposed her
to the world.

To leave me behind like I was a
piece of unwanted luggage!

What else was I to do? I gave your
father my word I'd look after you.

Reckless, Miss Fix. You're reckless.

And you, Mr Fogg, are pathetic

and only alive because I persuaded
these people to look for you.

Think about that.

Enough with the shouting.

Yesterday, you were telling each
other what a fine team we are.

And don't think I've forgotten about
you,

Monsieur "That's how we say
goodnight in France" Passepartout!

Sneaking off in the middle of the
night with not so much as a goodbye

is not looking after me,
it is humiliating me!

Look at us, we nearly died!

Because you trusted a complete
crook.

If you'd had the courtesy and sense
to discuss...

As Passepartout pointed out,
this is no place for a woman.

Well, thank you very much.

When we get to Aden, I'm sending you
home whether you like it or not.

You most certainly are not!

Nobody's going to Aden.

When the sun goes down, we'll take
you back to Al Hudaydah.

Oh, no, no, no. No, I have a boat to
catch. So do I.

Yes, I've looked at it on a map,

just a little piece of desert to
cross.

That little piece of desert is
inhabited by the Subayhi tribe.

Even if we took you,
you'd never make it...

..and we're not taking you.

My father will pay you handsomely
if you take me to Aden.

You can leave Mr Fogg to the
vultures for all I care.

How dare you! There is no trip
without me.

Nonsense.

I will take up the 80-day challenge
on behalf of my readers.

I'm beginning to think you're quite
mad.

Who do you think my father would
print, me or you?

As a hatter.

In fact, we could have a race,
me against you.

I think we both know who'd win that.
If you want my opinion...

Which we do not! Just shut up,
Passepartout!

What do you say, Lady Ellenborough?

Name your price. Who is this
precious father of yours?

Bernard Fortescue, editor of the
Daily Telegraph.

Fix was my mother's maiden name.

Your father lived in Damascus,
did you know that?

Yes, of course. He talked of it
often.

It's where he made his reputation as
a journalist.

A reputation forged in the bars
and brothels...

..never the battlefields.

He'd steal braver
journalists' reports...

..embellish them and send them to
London.

That is not true!

I absolutely refuse to believe that.

I've led an unconventional life,
as you know. Yes.

It has attracted a lot of criticism,

some of it justified, most of it
horrid and untrue.

But I have never met a more
disgraceful man than your father.

How dare you!

He asked me to run away with him.

Did he tell you that,
your beloved father?

The wh*re and the charlatan.

You're a liar!

The more she resisted, the more
obsessed with her he became.

And when she finally refused him,

he wrote a vile piece in his London
newspaper.

The piece that turned her own
children against her.

Jane Digby was a disgrace to her
country.

A disgrace to her sex.

Who's to say she's not?

He wrote that she had run off with
a camel driver.

My name is Sheik Medjuel el Mezrab
from the great tribe of Anizzah.

I have never driven camels

and why would it matter if I had?

Whatever you think of me,

I will be with that woman until
the day that death parts us.

When the sun goes down,
we leave for Al Hudaydah. Be ready.

Then the wager is lost.

Damn the wager.

Do you believe the things they said
about him?

Abigail... The truth.

HE SIGHS

I...

A week ago, I'd have said,
"No, absolute rot."

But that was when the world was
black and white

and England were 270 for 3 at tea
and every question had its answer.

And now?

I stopped a b*llet meant for the
President of France.

I looked down on Paris from a
balloon.

Manoeuvred a steam train over an
Italian ravine.

Today, my life is saved by an
Arab...

..and a disgraced Englishwoman.

And now...

..I discover that my oldest and
dearest friend

may not be a hero after all.

Just a man...

..who made some mistakes.

I'm sorry you won't win your bet.

I apologise for underestimating you,
Abigail.

I hope you can find it in your heart
to forgive me.

And not just me.

His job was to write the truth...

..and he chose to write lies.

There can be no forgiveness.

What will you do now?

I'll go back to London,

have a furious row with my father

and then go back to reporting on
dogs and flowers.

Sounds dull.

It's what I was meant to do.

I'm a fool for thinking
anything different.

I was 18 years old when I was
married to Lord Ellenborough.

He was twice my age,
barely talked to me,

preferred the company of
his horses and mistresses.

I cried myself to sleep every night.

And I asked my mother
what I could do.

"Nothing," she said.

"He is your husband and you must be
grateful."

I was not grateful.

I swore I would live my life,
not anybody else's.

PASSEPARTOUT: Come on, let's go.

Let's go!

Come on!

Is this journey important to you?

It was.

Now it means nothing.

Perhaps you were undertaking it for
the wrong person.

It's your choice, Miss Fix.

I can take you back to
Al Hudaydah...

..or I can take you across
the Empty Quarter to Aden.

Just so you know, it wasn't my idea
to leave you behind.

Oh, I'm sure you argued my case
passionately all through the night.

I'm a mere valet,
nobody listens to me.

You're a man of straw, Passepartout.

You care only about yourself.

If any of you want to survive the
night...

..you stay close together...

..and you stay quiet.

From here, it's very dangerous.

Keep quiet, keep close.

I don't want it. Take it.

I'm not k*lling anybody for a rich
man's wager.

I'm not losing my wife because you
don't believe in anything.

Take it.

HORSE NEIGHS

What is it?

HORSE NEIGHS

Dismount, quickly.

Maybe they just want the camels.

No, they want us.

Be ready. Be ready for what?

I can't see a thing!

Passepartout,
do you remember when we...

Move!

SHOUTING

Run!

SHOUTING

There!

Be careful, Passepartout.

They're trying to get us
to use up our ammunition.

How can we fight them if we can't
even see them?

Argh, Passepartout!

Passepartout!

Argh!

JANE: Run, Miss Fix!

I'm nearly out.

As am I.

Here they come again.

They've gone for reinforcements.

We go now or we die.

Passepartout!

There she is, my friends...

..Aden.

Let's go on ahead
and buy our tickets.

I hope it's not a Muslim ship.
I simply must have a beer.

Have them draw a bath for me
in my cabin.

I need a jolly good scrub.

That petroleum, it burned
like a Roman candle, didn't it?

This new industrial world is
going to need some powering,

I wonder if we could actually
utilise that stuff to...

I k*lled a man, monsieur.

I know you did, yeah.
Nasty business.

Yes.

I understand now that my attempt to
circumnavigate the world in 80 days

is not going to be without some
extremely serious obstacles.

That is still all you care about?
Going around the world in 80 days?

I made a wager... A bet?

That is the only
reason you are here?

You're upset about k*lling a man,
I understand that.

I'd be disappointed in you
if you weren't.

But, you know, we have to
put that behind us now,

look to the future, hm?

To India.

I'll go and secure our cabins.

Meet you and Miss Fix
back at the market. Yes?

Your friends really are
extremely interested in themselves,

aren't they, Passepartout?

Who are you?

Drink?

ABIGAIL: For the offices
of The Daily Telegraph,

Fleet Street, London.

Safely in Aden, stop.

This is where we leave you.

On behalf of my father,
I would like to apologise

for his behaviour towards
you and your husband.

One day, God willing,
I will tell him to his face

of the great hurt
he has done to you.

It's not important to me any more.

But there is one thing you
could do for me. Anything.

When you get back to London,

tell my children...

I'll tell them.

Jane Digby, a marvel...

..stop.

Every decision I made,
I made for myself.

The joy is mine.

The pain is mine.

Bernard Fortescue...

..a liar...

..stop.

I've decided I'm going to let you
continue with me around the world.

Is that acceptable?

Most acceptable, yes.

Right, let's board our ship.

I have a friend who is very keen

that our Mr Fogg doesn't make it
back to London on Christmas Eve.

All you need to do is make sure
he's delayed in India

and he misses his sailing
to Hong Kong.

Yeah, the rich get all the money
and the poor get all the work, huh?

Perhaps not always.

I don't betray my friends.

Friends? Is that really
what they are?

Are they not your
master and mistress?

And care only about themselves
and their wager?

See, money...

..is freedom.

One small favour for me
will buy you a lot of freedom.

Cigar?

What do I have to do?