Episode 2

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

(laughing) ♪ ♪ PHILEAS: Someone will achieve this.

Well, it won't be you.

It will, actually.

You have yourself a wager, sir.

FORTESCUE: Has something happened, Fogg?

PHILEAS: Nothing's happened, not for years.

I'll start today.

Phileas, you can't go on your own.

Well, I won't be on my own.

PASSEPARTOUT: Passepartout, Monsieur, at your service.

Miss Fortescue.

Miss Fix, actually.

I'm here to cover your progress for "The Daily Telegraph."

What?

No.

Next stop, Paris.

No!

(grunting) My insane brother and his friends are going to assassinate the president of France.

(fires) Liberté!

Gérard!

(glass breaking) PASSEPARTOUT: Whoever gave you this saved your life, Monsieur.

We must leave Paris.

Do you know this place?

Why?

Just... Trust me!

♪ ♪ Oh, it's beautiful.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (train rumbling) MORETTI (speaking Italian): ALBERTO: (exhales) MORETTI: Papa!

(passengers chuckling) ♪ ♪ (train whistle blows) ♪ ♪ PHILEAS: This really is the only way to travel!

(branches snapping) ♪ ♪ PASSEPARTOUT: We could have all died!

FIX: But we didn't!

♪ ♪ PHILEAS: How was I to know which way was up and which was down?

PASSEPARTOUT: It said so on the lever!

♪ ♪ PHILEAS: What sort of man marks the dials in French?

A French man!

♪ ♪ According to my calculations, we won't be here long.

(pocket watch opens, ticking) (scribbling) Please, Mr. Fogg, just a few words.

Firstly, what makes you think you are capable of going around the world in a mere 80 days?

Ah, well, improvements in the speed and reliability of trains and boats, that should make an enormous difference.

I was hoping for a little more color.

Did you travel a lot as a boy?

Is that where you got your travel bug?

Technological innovation.

New forms of travel.

Did you know, for instance, Mr. Lôme's balloon just navigated the Alps faster than any train could have done?

The crashed balloon that is lying in the field?

Mr. Fogg, what makes you think you are capable of going around the world in a mere 80 days?

(quietly): Come on, come on, come on... ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ABIGAIL: Who has inspired you?

Alexander the Great?

Richard the Lionheart?

What qualities would you say define you and will drive you on?

PASSEPARTOUT: Answer the questions.

Make her stop!

ABIGAIL: Courage?

Square-jawed determination?

Love of queen and country?

Oh!

Enough questions, please, Miss Fix!

I'll stop asking them when you stop being so evasive.

I'm not being evasive.

MORETTI: EVA: (passengers laughing and applauding) ♪ ♪ I was right!

Bless the Italians!

For what?

For the 3:00 to Brindisi, bang on time!

Hello!

(train whistle blowing) ♪ ♪ Stop there, halt!

Halt!

(screeching) MAN (in Italian): Excellent!

♪ ♪ BELLAMY: A damn map?

Seems a ridiculous expense to go to, don't you think?

He'll be home by the weekend with his tail between his legs.

Well, let's hope so, for your sake.

But seriously.

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

Well, probably not.

But he has Abigail by his side, she's a force of nature.

So who knows?

(train rumbling) MAN (in Italian): MAN 2: PHILEAS: Do we stop anywhere?

Straight through to Brindisi.

Splendid, we can catch a steamer there to the Suez Canal.

Great-- your compartment, Mr. Fogg.

PHILEAS: Ah, excellent.

Thank you.

And yours, Miss Fix.

Thank you.

Oh, you couldn't rustle up some hot water and soap, could you?

I haven't washed since London.

MARCO: Certo.

Third class is at the very rear of the train.

A few of us are playing cards tonight in the guards' van, behind the engine-- you're welcome to join us.

Not for me.

Ah, shame-- I heard a Frenchman and his money are easily parted.

Mr. Fogg, Miss Fix.

Would you like to meet your fellow travelers?

Certainly.

Of course.

Please.

(people talking in background) (chickens clucking, people talking loudly) (talking stops) Anyone know any good songs?

♪ ♪ (train whistle blows) MARCO (in Italian): This is Mr. Fogg, pilot and adventurer, flew all the way from Paris under a bag of air.

And this is his companion, Miss Fix.

Journalist, actually.

Si.

This is Signor Fazi.

Welcome, Mr. Fogg.

Pleasure.

My wife, Eva.

Pleasure.

Mr. Fogg-- did you really fly to Italy in that contraption?

Such valor and skill?

Oh, you're, you're far too kind, Signora.

Just a man going about his business.

(quietly): Valor and skill?

Write that down, Miss Fix.

Journalist, not note-taker.

Oh... And soap, if you could be so kind.

And towels.

Certo, Signorina.

Sorry, we must both smell like August in Smithfield Market.

(quietly): Must we keep mentioning body odor in company?

(coughs) Now, who might this fine fellow be?

This is my son, Alberto.

Alberto.

Pleasure to meet you, Alberto.

Nice to meet you.

This is Signor Niccolò Moretti.

(bones cracking) Pleasure.

♪ ♪ (bread crunches) (grunts) (chickens clucking, people talking in background) (in French): (in Italian): From Piedmont.

(sniffs) Olive oil, garlic, and chopped anchovies.

Si!

(sniffs): Something else.

Truffle!

(woman chuckles) (in Italian): No.

Mm!

(laughing) Mm!

(laughing, applauding) (grunts) ♪ ♪ (train whistle blows) It's absolutely incredible, Mr. Fogg.

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

Certainly, Madame.

Or die trying.

(chuckles) What it must be to be a great adventurer.

It is your nation's greatest gift to the world.

Oh.

Glad to see you brought your full dress suit with you, Fogg.

Well... A chap likes to maintain standards.

At least you'll be properly dressed when they're boiling your head in Borneo.

(laughing) What made you want to take on this challenge, Mr. Fogg?

I've been asking him that since we left London-- what's your answer, Mr. Fogg?

(inhales) Well, I've long thought it possible that something like this could be achieved.

And yet, funnily enough, you didn't move from your chair in the Reform Club until you read a rather brilliant article by me.

Yes, it's certainly true that, that Miss Fix gave me the nudge I needed.

(chuckling) EVA: You have traveled extensively, Mr. Fogg?

Uh, I wouldn't say extensively, exactly.

Uh, well, for instance, I understand that some of you are going on to Pompeii.

Now, if I were not in such a hurry myself, I should... Where have you been, Fogg?

My business has taken me all over Europe, the Far East, America.

Nothing compared with you, I imagine.

Uh, Edinburgh?

(chuckling): Edinburgh?

For a wedding.

Where else?

Paris.

You've just come from Paris, you told us that.

ABIGAIL: He didn't just go to Paris.

He actually stopped an assassination attempt on the president of France.

This cannot be true.

PHILEAS: I was just in the right place at the right time.

MORETTI: Edinburgh, Paris-- where else?

Italy.

(bursts out laughing) MORETTI: You have my sympathies, Miss Fix, traveling around the world with a great adventurer.

A man who once went to Edinburgh!

(laughs) Cin cin.

(laughing) ♪ ♪ EVA: Does your wife mind you gallivanting all around the world, Mr. Fogg?

PHILEAS: Alas, there is no Mrs. Fogg.

EVA: Oh.

You've never found the right woman, or... No-- well... A long time ago.

You used to come to our house for Sunday lunch and you never talk about women.

(quietly): A woman.

MORETTI: And you, Miss Fix?

You have a fiancé?

Good grief, no!

I need a man like a fish needs a penny-farthing.

(Eva giggles) ABIGAIL: Where is your wife, Mr. Moretti?

In a coffin in Pisa.

I am so sorry!

As am I.

My deepest sympathies, to both of you.

MORETTI: I'm taking the boy to live with my sister in Brindisi.

We decided he needs a woman's care.

ALBERTO: Mr. Fogg.

Have you read this?

MORETTI: Of course he hasn't.

Busy men don't have time for children's stories.

I have, actually.

Jules Verne, yes, yes.

I enjoyed that enormously.

(laughs) ALBERTO: Do you think that one day men will be able to travel to the moon?

PHILEAS: Well, now, that's quite a question.

(laughs): Don't feel you have to answer it.

I see you British have legalized the Trade Unions, Fogg.

That will come back to bite you.

PHILEAS: I have a friend, had a friend, who always said any one of us can achieve anything.

What was his name?

Hers, actually.

What was her name, this, this very mysterious woman?

So why not the moon?

Hm?

I have made a model of rocket that I believe could get us to the moon, Mr. Fogg.

Would you like to see it?

Yes, I'd like that very much!

Thank you!

I think he likes you, Mr. Fogg.

MORETTI: Odd.

He generally prefers the company of women.

(train rumbling, passengers snoring) (coughing) BOY (in Italian): BOY 2: BOY 1: WOMAN: BOY: GÉRARD (in French): BOY 1: (in Italian): WOMAN (in Italian): (breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ MORETTI: Look, the point is not if we can go to the moon or not, it's why bother in the first place?

Surely even industrialists can dream, Mr. Moretti.

If you ask me, dreams are for people who have failed with their real lives.

Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Fogg?

Look!

Oh, oh.

Oh, uh... PHILEAS: No, just a drop of water, no harm done.

(stammering) This is your fault, Fogg-- you encouraged him.

♪ ♪ MAN (in Italian): PASSEPARTOUT (in Italian): Oh?

Bravo, bravo!

Your Mr. Fogg is annoying Signore Moretti.

PASSEPARTOUT: He's very good at annoying people.

MAN 2: MAN 1: PASSEPARTOUT: (laughing) MAN 1: MAN 2: (laughing gleefully) She likes newspapers.

MORETTI: (sniffling) PHILEAS: Everything all right?

I am talking to my son.

Don't let us keep you from your dinner.

No, you're absolutely right, Moretti.

It was all my fault for encouraging him.

No need to punish the lad.

Are you telling me how to raise my own son?

No, no, not at all.

It's just, it was an accident.

You know... You spend your life in gentlemen's clubs, flying about in balloons, single, childless, and you dare lecture me?

No, it's not a lecture...

I have spent my life making something of myself.

If you think I'm now going to be told how to raise my son by some preposterous, effete Englishman who has achieved precisely nothing with his life... ALBERTO (in Italian): Go to bed, Signor Fogg, before I thrash you in front of my boy!

ALBERTO and MORETTI: ABIGAIL: What on Earth is going on here?

Mr. Fogg was about to go to bed.

Isn't that right?

♪ ♪ ABIGAIL: Mr. Fogg...

He's a fraud, Miss Fix.

MORETTI (voiceover): You are traveling around the world with a fraud.

(Alberto sniffling) (coughs, sobs) (exhales) ♪ ♪ MAN 2 (in Italian): PASSEPARTOUT (in Italian): ABIGAIL: There you are, Passepartout.

MAN 1 (in Italian): MAN 2: Would you like a glass of wine, Signorina?

I couldn't sleep.

You can sleep when you're dead.

Are you drunk?

Yes, I am.

Thank you for asking.

MAN 2: When Fogg talked to Lôme in Paris, he had such passion, such belief, I honestly believed he could get us around the world and win his wager.

A certain energy.

A certain light in his eye.

But tonight?

Ah... PASSEPARTOUT: What's he done now?

Use the wrong fork?

(chuckles) He's not the man I thought he was-- in fact, I'm not sure he's much of a man at all.

♪ ♪ ABIGAIL (voiceover): It's not always easy being a woman, Marco-- it's all about expectations.

My father expects me to write about ponies, meet a nice man, settle down, and give him grandchildren.

But that's not for me.

No, Madame.

MAN 2 (in Italian): MAN 1: Miss Fix, you are naïve to the ways of the real world.

If your father wants you married, you will be married.

Don't patronize me, French person!

Besides, you know nothing about me.

None of us know anything about any of us!

MAN 2: MAN 2 and MARCO: ABIGAIL: I'm a writer, Marco.

A good one.

I'm not sure how good yet, but I'm going to find out.

And if that means no husband and no children, then so be it!

Very interesting, Signorina, but now I must play my... (in Italian): ABIGAIL: You speak Italian?

Are there no ends to your talent?!

I was always dreadful at languages.

I had this teacher at school who once said... (Abigail continues talking) (glass shatters) (in Italian): (grunts) ABIGAIL: No, stop fighting now!

(grunting, struggling) (grunting, struggling) (train clattering) (winces and yelps) Did you really think Fogg had it in him?

I'm not sure I really considered it, if I'm honest.

I just saw glory.

Me walking back into the Reform Club and everyone would be waving their copies of "The Telegraph," and there would be my cheering father, ridiculously proud of me.

Sorry.

What do you care?

You're going to leave us when we get to Brindisi, aren't you?

What makes you say that?

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

Well, if you say so.

When your father died, you ran away from France.

I think something happened in London, and you're running away from that.

And now you think you'd be better without us.

It is true that when life gets complicated, I find somewhere where it is, um, a little simpler.

By running away.

You think you're very wise.

Wiser than you.

Now I'm going to bed.

Thank you for fixing me.

Miss Fix.

I know you're grieving for your brother and I'm really sorry.

But I think it's much better to talk about it than goad some Italians into beating you up.

Miss Fix... Don't worry about Fogg.

I'll talk to him in the morning.

Thank you.

(birds twittering) PASSEPARTOUT: Here you are, sir.

Will you shave here or shall we return to your carriage?

Go away, Passepartout.

Miss Fix is worried about you.

It is of no interest to me what Miss Fix does or does not worry about.

Monsieur will feel better after shave.

Go away.

Monsieur.

(people talking in background) (stirring) (in Italian): Down the hatch?

(grunts softly) Did you find him?

He's sitting on the viewing platform, staring at the rails.

ABIGAIL: How did he seem?

Like a wet Sunday afternoon in Nantes.

Looks like we bet on the wrong horse, Miss Fix.

It happens.

(people talking in background) (sighs) (knock at door) (door opens) (closes briefcase) (in Italian): (places tray down) MARCO and MORETTI: I'm sorry, Mr. Fogg.

For what?

I think I got you into trouble with my father.

Oh, no, I should be the one to apologize.

I made, I made him angry with you.

I disappoint him!

I'm sure that's not true.

It is!

He thinks I'm weak.

A coward.

Well, perhaps the opportunity for him to see your courage has not yet presented itself.

What was your father like, Mr. Fogg?

My father?

Oh, he died a long time ago.

I can't remember.

Was he proud of you?

(chuckles) The thing about Englishmen, Alberto, is that they're not generally in a hurry to share their feelings.

If you were my son, I'd be very proud of you.

Thank you.

When you get back to London on Christmas Eve, will you send me a postcard to say you were successful?

Well...

I'm not quite sure I'm the man for the job after all.

Maybe in a few years' time, you can be the first man to do it.

You can send me a postcard, hm?

♪ ♪ (train screeches, people crying out) (exclaims) (steam hissing loudly) (screeching loudly) (people murmuring) PASSEPARTOUT: You should have asked, Mademoiselle.

I would have got you a spoon.

If you laugh, I'll kill you.

(chuckles) (people calling in background) FAZI: What's happened?

MAN (in Italian): MARCO: An earthquake has cracked the bridge.

I'm sorry, everyone.

We will have to go back.

MAN (in Italian): (birds twittering, water rushing) (people talking in background) Perhaps this is the Fates telling us to go home.

It certainly is not.

Tell him, Passepartout.

Tell him what, Mademoiselle?

That it was crazy from the start?

I think he knows.

(shouting in Italian) You are both completely hopeless!

MORETTI: ALBERTO: MORETTI: ALBERTO: (people talking in background) (whimpering) (tears pant leg, Alberto cries out) (Alberto crying, Moretti gasps) MORETTI: Are you a doctor?!

PASSEPARTOUT: We need to get him to an hospital quickly.

That's six hours back to Rome.

He doesn't have six hours.

How far to Brindisi?

(Alberto cries) If we were on that side of the bridge, two hours.

But we are not on that side of the bridge, so it's impossible.

(sobbing loudly) MORETTI: MORETTI and MAN: (grunts) ♪ ♪ (Alberto sobbing loudly) PHILEAS: Technically, this is possible.

It wouldn't be without risk, but it can be done.

(people talking in background) I think it can be done.

Tell me!

All the carriages but the last one would have to be uncoupled.

Just the engine and one carriage would go over the bridge.

MARCO: The engine alone is 65 ton, it would be madness.

Have you ever seen the Lugar Viaduct?

I have.

160-foot piers, completely hollow, carrying the Glasgow and South Western Railway over the Lugar water.

The rivets and steel don't apply the strength.

It's all about load and balance.

(people talking in background) All the coal and some of the water would have to be jettisoned.

MARCO: That's insane.

If we did get over the bridge, we'd have no fuel to get to Brindisi.

CREWMEN: ALBERTO (straining): If Mr. Fogg says, can be done!

I believe!

♪ ♪ (Alberto sobs) (murmuring in background) Can you do it?

♪ ♪ Yes.

HUGHES (voiceover): I distinctly remember advising you to be extremely wary of investing all of your savings in the American railroad industry.

Yes, well, the question is, what is to be done about it?

I don't understand.

You owe the bank 15,000 pounds.

Yes, but how do we restructure the loan?

We don't restructure it, Mr. Bellamy.

We call it in.

You are without savings or investments.

You've never done a day's work in your life, as far as I can tell.

(laughing): Well, of course I haven't.

We will give you a month before we call in our loan.

That should give you a little time to try and raise some funds or find alternative accommodation.

My house?

You will bankrupt me.

I rather fear you've done that yourself.

(pocket watch opens, ticking) I am coming into money.

On Christmas Eve, I come into a considerable amount of money.

How much?

More than enough to make this unpleasantness go away.

Christmas Eve, you say?

Yes, if not before.

Almost definitely before.

And I have your word on this as a gentleman?

Of course.

All right, Mr. Bellamy.

The bank will hold off foreclosure until Christmas Day.

But not a day more.

MAN (voiceover, in Italian): ♪ ♪ (water stops) PHILEAS: Positions, everyone!

Passepartout, take this bucket.

Why, why do I need a bucket?

PHILEAS: Sprinkle the sand on the rails to stop the wheels from spinning too fast.

With nothing but air under us, we need friction, or the wheels will shear through the rails like butter.

♪ ♪ (creaking) MORETTI (voiceover): Come on.

Come on!

Ready, Mr. Fogg.

Good.

Now, I've worked out the load exactly-- it is imperative nobody moves until we're over the bridge.

(breathing heavily) When we're ready to leave, I'll sound the whistle.

(groans) PHILEAS: Ready, Passepartout?

♪ ♪ Ready, Monsieur!

Here we go.

Stay still.

(train whistle blows) Slowly.

Ease ahead.

Gently now.

♪ ♪ Good luck, Mr. Fogg!

(passengers shouting words of encouragement) ♪ ♪ Slowly, slowly, slowly.

PHILEAS: Start to drop the sand.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ We're going over.

♪ ♪ I think it's working.

(metal groaning) ♪ ♪ (exclaims) PASSEPARTOUT: Monsieur Fogg!

The wheels are spinning!

And I've dropped the bucket!

Stop, stop, stop!

♪ ♪ What is happening?

What is happening?!

ABIGAIL: We're over the gap.

No sudden movements!

(panting, mutters) MORETTI: Come on.

Come on!

MAN: (metal creaking) (praying in Italian) MORETTI: Where are you going?!

(train creaking) ♪ ♪ MAN: PHILEAS: Just give me a second to think.

We need more grip on the wheels.

(grunts) PHILEAS: Miss Fix?

I told you to stay in position!

No, no, absolutely not!

I promised your father!

I won't tell him if you won't.

No, Abigail!

♪ ♪ (wind whistling) You had one job.

We go again, Monsieur!

Ready?

MAN: PHILEAS: Slowly.

(creaking) Slowly, slowly.

Good.

(praying in Italian) (creaking) PHILEAS: That's it.

Keep going.

(metal creaking) Faster.

Open her up, let's push her through.

(train accelerating) ♪ ♪ (train accelerating) ♪ ♪ (cheering) (whistle blowing) (cheers and applause) ♪ ♪ (wind whistling) Good job, Miss Fix.

Never in doubt, Monsieur Passepartout.

(wheels screeching, engine slowing) MORETTI: Hey.

Don't stop here!

We have to keep going!

PHILEAS: Not that simple.

We have no coal.

I told you, Mr. Fogg... PHILEAS: No, no, no, we would never have made it over with that load of coal.

But coal is not the only fuel.

Come on, chop-chop.

(grunting) ♪ ♪ (whistle blowing) (wood tearing) (grunts loudly) What's the matter?

You did your calculations.

Were they right?

Yes.

Then believe in them.

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

Don't you dare give up now, Mr. Fogg.

We all need you.

Yes.

(Passepartout grunts) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Don't let him sleep, Monsieur.

Wake him up!

Trust me.

ALBERTO: PASSEPARTOUT (in Italian): ALBERTO (weakly): PASSEPARTOUT: ♪ ♪ (grunts loudly) (grunts) ALBERTO: ♪ ♪ ALBERTO: ALBERTO: Anything is possible.

♪ ♪ Why not to the moon?

MARCO: Passepartout!

We are getting low on wood.

The driver thinks he can't make it.

Do not let him sleep.

♪ ♪ MORETTI: (grunting) ♪ ♪ (sound fading) (audio resumes) (people talking in background, train approaching) ♪ ♪ CREWMEN: ♪ ♪ MORETTI: MAN: ♪ ♪ MORETTI: Wait until my father reads about this.

(people shouting, horse whinnying) ALBERTO and MORETTI: Fogg!

He won't leave until he say something to you.

ALBERTO (softly): Mr. Fogg... What is it, Alberto?

I think you are exactly the man for the job.

♪ ♪ MORETTI: Crazy man.

But brilliant.

But crazy.

But brilliant!

(man shouting nearby) What are you going to do?

Find out which one he is, I suppose.

And you?

♪ ♪ (gulls squawking) (steamer boat horn blaring) I nearly got us all killed.

But you didn't.

You saved a boy's life.

It could so easily have gone the other way.

But it didn't!

If a mere valet could interrupt and make a suggestion, sir?

If we are going, we only have ten minutes to make the connection for the steamer to Suez.

You really think we should?

(in French): I think we should.

So do I.

♪ ♪ Arabia?

Onwards.

PASSEPARTOUT: ♪ ♪ (steamer horn blaring) (traditional music playing) (people talking in background) MAN: As-salamu alaykum.

From a Mr. Bellamy, sir, in London.

(opens envelope) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ABIGAIL: It's Jane Digby.

The most immoral Englishwoman in the world.

DIGBY: Good luck.

You're gonna need it.

(gun fires) I made a wager.

A bet!

That is still all you care about?

Risk your life, be my guest, but stop risking mine.

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