01x08 - Episode 8

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I'll see you all back here no later
than one o'clock, Christmas Eve.

Yeah.

Someone tried to k*ll you? Yes. No!

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.

Reports exaggerate.
All alive. They're alive!

And heading for New York!

CHEERING

You are very loyal to this man.

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

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

Can I?

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

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

and that I most regret.

She travelled 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.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

REPORTERS CLAMOUR

CAMERA FLASH BULB POPS

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

Well...
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 you need a man like

a fish needs a penny farthing.
SHE CHUCKLES

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...?

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?

REPORTER CHUCKLES

I want that one!

EXCITED CHATTER

New York! I love this place.

# Oh, what fun it is to ride
in a one-horse open sleigh, hey!

# Jingle bells, jingle bells... #

SINGING FADES

Is everything all right, monsieur?

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

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 gentleman.

Welcome aboard Henrietta,
to our grand ballroom.

Well, this is pretty spectacular!
I suppose it will have to do.

SHE GASPS
Tea!

I have a strong and barely
controllable desire

for a decent cup of tea.

TRANSLATED FROM FRENCH:

You'll join us, Mr Fogg?

Erm... Later.

Mr Fogg?

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

SHIP'S HORN BLARES

g*nsh*t

Whoever gave you this saved
your life, monsieur.

I think you might be right,
Passepartout.

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

MEN CHORTLE

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 who are born
to adventure

and others, frankly, are not.

I'll see you all back here, no later
than one o'clock, Christmas Eve.

THEY CHUCKLE

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.

BELL CHIMES

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'S HORN BLOWS

MUTTERS: 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 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'S HORN BLARES

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've 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 articles,

then you will 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 travelled,
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 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.

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,
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...

Enough of that.
..I went to the Reform Club,

I 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!

The day we buried my husband,
this man who had 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.

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 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 how you'd 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

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

But 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.

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, though.

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.

Just 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,
well, 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 for ever.

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'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.

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 endeavour.

Supremely confident.

Cab!

Cab?

I already got a lady in the back,
mister.

Cab? Cab? Sorry, my friend, no.

He's not going to make it.
He's still got time.

MAN SHOUTS

Agh!

Get off me! I have 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?

Is this 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.
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've got to 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!

HE CHUCKLES

You silly, silly boys.

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

That's not going to happen.

Keep the rich one out the way till
we're finish with his friend.

This way, sir.

Hold him!

Oh! Agh!

You think you're tough?!

Have you ever spent even a term

at an English public school?!

THEY GROAN

I said 80 days

and I meant 80 days!

g*ng MEMBERS GROAN

Yes. Let's go, boys.
Yes! Run home to your mothers!

Come on, let's go.
I am Phileas Fogg!

Go, lads! Ha!

I'll get a doctor.

It's too late for me.

HE GROANS

What's this?

HE EXHALES SOFTLY

SHIP'S HORN BLARES

You either get on now
or stay here, miss.

And 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.
I'm sorry if I alarmed you both.

We started this together,
we will finish it together.

Home?

Home. Home.

Fogg!

May the best man win!

HE LAUGHS

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.

£20,000.

FORTESCUE WHISTLES

MUSIC: The Blue Danube
by Johann Strauss II

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?

Garcon. More ice over here.

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

when I am in fact
a fellow traveller.

HE SCOFFS
But this is first class.

He has a first-class ticket,
you imbecile.

Don't call my fiance an imbecile.

You are 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! Leave it.

They're not worth it.

GENTLE CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

SHE CHUCKLES

Ah...!

Go to bed. I don't want to
look at it any more.

Agatha.

Agatha!

MUSIC ENDS

SLOW CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

Everything is going to change,
isn't it?

Not tonight.

They can't change tonight.

MUSIC ENDS

SHIP'S HORN BLOWS

Welcome to Liverpool,
ladies and gentlemen...

There's a direct train
to St Pancras Station

that's due to get into
London at 11.30am.

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.

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 travelled around
the world in

very nearly 80 days,

and 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 just let us get
on, I'd be incredibly obliged...

It says here, sir, there's an
outstanding warrant for your arrest.

For my arr...?
That's pr-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.

It's not my job to send telegrams.

This is ridiculous. I have
circumnavigated the world and...

Who does send the telegrams,
Officer?

Barry.
And where might we find Barry?

In his bed, I should think.

When does he start work? 8am.

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

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.

You could be a small
but glorious part of it.

Lucky old me, sir. Stand aside.

No. I will not fail.

Next!

Mr Fogg!

Get off him!

80 days...

Calm down. Get him up. 80 days...
Come on.

In you go, sir.

DOOR LOCKS

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

Thanks for noting that, sir.

SHE CLEARS HER 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 enquiries.

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've failed.

WATCH SNAPS SHUT

MEN CHATTER

Poor Mr Fogg.

This will devastate him.

Merry Christmas,
British bureaucracy.

Where will you spend Christmas?

You don't have to worry about me
any more.

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.

# 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... #

Sorry about the delay, sir.

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

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.

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.

I think 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.

DOORBELL RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

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, Grayson.

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 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 one o'clock on Christmas Eve.

Today is Christmas Day.
GRAYSON SCOFFS

I'm sorry, sir, but 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 travelling constantly
eastwards,

which means you were constantly
travelling 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 precisely 24 hours.

In other words, Grayson,
while we, travelling 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.

CHATTER

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

but I told you so.

He still has time.

HE CHUCKLES

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

Come on, Phileas! Come on!

CROWD CHEERS

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

Where is he, then? He's stopped.
Stopped?

But why has he stopped?

SHOUTING AND CHEERING

Mr Fogg!

If he wins, you lose, Phileas,
for ever.

That's what Estella said.

And she was right.

She was right all along.

CROWD CHEERS

He's on his way! Here he is!

Nine...

..eight...

..seven...

..six...

..five...

..four...

..three...

..two...

..one.

CLOCK CHIMES, CHEERING

Congratulations!

MEN CLAMOUR

CHATTER FADES

PHILEAS PANTS

CLOCK CHIMES

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.

You foolish, foolish man.

Jolly good show, old boy.
Welcome back.

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

Passepartout?

Passepartout?

Well done, Foggy. The best man won.

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

LAUGHTER

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 to rile
all you fellows up,

and it seems it works,
you've swallowed it all

hook, line and sinker,
haven't they, Phileas?

Agree with me or I'll destroy you.

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.

Oh, 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 cheque 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 please.

Sir?

Tell the gentlemen what happened
that night.

The night Mr Fogg left,

his servant came to the club
and gave me this.

It's...it's a cheque, made
payable to Bellamy for £20,000.

MEN MURMUR

He said I was to keep it until
Christmas Eve,

and if Mr Fogg wasn't back by then,

I was to give the cheque
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 honour.

He can't lose what he never had.

MEN MURMUR

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, Mr Bellamy.

HE CHUCKLES

MEN SHOUT

Get out.

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.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

What shall we have, Abigail? Jean?

Brandy? Why not? Perfect.

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Come on! Open the door, old chap!

Thank you. Oh...

Allow me, sir.

SHE LAUGHS

Very good, sir. Thank you.

To friendship.

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.

The greatest.

CHANTING: Fogg! 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. What nonsense.

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

That 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 w*r machine.

Then that is what it will be.

No government could build
a submarine that powerful

without every other government
in the world knowing.

It sounds interesting, though.

Where's this supposed to be
happening?

MEN OUTSIDE:
# For he's a jolly good fellow

# For he's a jolly good fellow

# And so say all of us! #

Here, here! Where is he?

Abigail!

THEY LAUGH