Episode 6

♪ ♪ PASSEPARTOUT: A bet-- that is all you care about?

That is the only reason you're here?

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

You made it as far as Victoria Station.

Dover, actually.

PHILEAS: I'm traveling the world like we planned.

I just want you to be proud of me, Estella.

Just once.

ABIGAIL: We're here because a woman broke his heart.

BELLAMY: "...kind, perhaps brilliant man, who many years ago..." ROWBOTHAM: "...was disappointed by the love of a young woman, the mysterious Estella."

BELLAMY: Fogg is going to blow his brains out with embarrassment when he reads this.

ABIGAIL: But every word is true!

Every word was private!

DONALDSON: This is a warrant for your arrest.

I am not a thief!

He did not steal it-- I did.

(whip cracks, Phileas cries out) No!

BELLAMY: I'm coming into money.

HUGHES: Christmas Eve, you say?

Yes, if not before-- most definitely before.

KNEEDLING: Have you ever heard the expression, "If you want something doing, do it yourself"?

(pistol cocks) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (ship horn blares) KNEEDLING (voiceover): Put the bill onto Mr. Fogg's account.

♪ ♪ Help!

Help!

Help!

ABIGAIL: Who was that man with the gun?

Somebody help us!

PASSEPARTOUT: I don't think they can hear you!

Yes, thank you, Passepartout, that's why I'm shouting!

I don't understand, why would he do this to us?

Clearly he's deranged, there can be no other explanation.

He seemed to know who we all were.

Yes, yes, that's true.

Now is not the time for whos and whys.

Have you something more pressing to do?

I'm just saying, we need to focus on finding land and make the best of the situation.

There is no best of it-- we are lost at sea with one flask of water between us!

It could be worse.

How on Earth could this be any worse?!

(thunder rumbling) (thunder crackling) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (waves crashing) (birds twittering) (coughing) (groans, pants) (coughing) (coughing) (exhales) Abigail?!

Passepartout!

(waves crashing) Abigail!

Fogg!

Abigail!

Oh!

Mr. Fogg!

Thank heavens you're alive!

Have you seen Passepartout?

(breathing heavily) Not yet.

If we have survived, he must have, too.

(seagulls cawing) ABIGAIL (in distance): Passepartout!

PHILEAS (shouting): Passepartout!

ABIGAIL: Passepartout!

Passepartout!

(birds cawing) Mr. Fogg!

(seagulls cawing) (exhales) It's only his jacket.

Last time we saw him, he was being swallowed up by the sea.

We are here and he is not.

It doesn't necessarily mean he's dead.

(seagulls cawing) (voice breaking): Do you really think he's dead?

No, I said not necessarily dead.

Perhaps not even dead at all.

Alive-- very much alive somewhere.

(sniffles) I don't know why I'm crying.

When he was alive, I found Passepartout quite irritating.

At times, extremely irritating.

But he was so kind, too.

(Passepartout shouting in distance) Absolutely.

(Passepartout continues shouting) It's almost as if I can still hear his voice.

(Passepartout shouting in French) ♪ ♪ (Passepartout struggling) ♪ ♪ (gasping) (groaning) (breathing heavily) So you're not dead, Passepartout!

Don't sound so disappointed.

(coughs) Fix was just worried about you, that's all.

Where are we?

I think it's time we found out.

I suggest we follow the beach until we find signs of civilization.

With a little luck, there might be a British consulate we can call upon.

(groans) (seagull cawing) ♪ ♪ PHILEAS: Since we were two days at sea before being cast adrift, I would estimate we've probably washed up somewhere on the coastline of Japan.

Or the Philippines, or Formosa.

That's most of Southeast Asia!

Yes, I admit it's broad, but once we find a village, they'll be able to tell us exactly where we are.

Although I did read an article in "The Anthropological Institute Journal" that there may be some isolated tribes in this region who have never encountered an outsider.

Is that a bad thing?

PHILEAS: Well, it was for Captain Cook.

But I'm sure the chance of that happening to us are very slim... ABIGAIL (voiceover): You're very forward for a servant, or a waiter, or whatever you are tonight.

I'm just a man, Mademoiselle.

♪ ♪ ABIGAIL (whispering, voiceover): I would care if you lived or died.

A little bit.

♪ ♪ PASSEPARTOUT (voiceover): Thank you for fixing me, Miss Fix.

(train horn blowing) Wouldn't you say, Abigail?

Hmm?

♪ ♪ Yes, indeed.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ABIGAIL: First thing I'm going to do when we reach civilization is take a long soak in a hot bath.

PASSEPARTOUT: For me, beer.

ABIGAIL: Good idea.

A cold beer and a hot bath!

Speaking of which, do you have the flask?

(water sloshing weakly) Is that all the water we have left?

Sorry, I was rather thirsty.

Is something wrong?

It's just the, the sun.

When we set out, it was on our left, then it was on our right, now it's on our left... Footprints!

PASSEPARTOUT: And they're fresh since the tide went out!

ABIGAIL: You were right!

Follow the beach and we'd find civilization!

PASSEPARTOUT: Let's see where these lead.

Aren't you coming?

These footprints were made by shoes.

What do you think that says about the people who live here?

Nothing at all, I'm afraid.

Because they're our footprints.

We're on an island.

And we've walked all the way around it.

Are you sure?

Perhaps you're mistaken.

Look.

That's the spot where we dragged Passepartout from the sea.

There's a piece of our lifeboat.

♪ ♪ Damn!

Damn!

Damn you to hell!

♪ ♪ (groans loudly) ♪ ♪ (people calling out, carriages rattling on street) (street noise stops) Mr. Bellamy.

What is it?

This arrived for you, sir.

Ah.

(men talking in background) Thank you, Williamson.

(conversation continues, bell tinkles) (chuckles) Good news, Bellamy?

A small business venture has turned remarkably favorable.

(bell chiming hour) I know this is a setback, but we've been in situations more hopeless than this.

What could possibly be more hopeless than this?

The important thing now is we work together to survive here until we are rescued.

We will need food, fresh water, and shelter.

I'll go get water.

ABIGAIL: Excellent.

I will forage for food.

There must be something to eat on the island.

Perhaps you could make a start on building a shelter.

We'll help you when we return.

Now we have a plan and everyone has a task.

It's all going to be fine.

♪ ♪ (birds twittering) ♪ ♪ (animals calling) (grunting) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I found water!

Fresh water!

(breathing heavily, birds calling) And it's cold!

I never imagined water could taste this good.

(laughs) What's that?

Fruit I found for us to eat.

Bravo!

We make quite the team, we three.

Water, fruit, and shelter.

Yes, well, it's still a work in progress.

Anyone hungry?

Famished.

I could eat a horse and its rider.

In that case, let's dine.

PHILEAS: Tropical treat.

(grunts) How delicious.

(grunting) (grunting) (all groaning) PHILEAS: Oh, good God, that's ripe.

It is repugnant!

I imagine it tastes better than it smells.

(groans) ♪ ♪ What if it's poisonous?

Some of the fruit had been eaten by birds.

They wouldn't do that if it was poisonous.

We must eat to keep our strength up.

(retching, groaning) That is truly vile.

(spitting) I can't eat this.

I'm French.

(birds squawking) Well, if you want to survive, you must.

(thunder rumbling) (thunder crashing) ABIGAIL: Please, Mr. Fogg, we're already weakened.

We have to stay warm and dry.

Come, squeeze in tight, out of the rain.

(evenly): I'm perfectly fine here.

I'm afraid I owe you both a sincere and abject apology.

We can find more branches for the roof tomorrow.

No, it's not the roof-- everything else.

I am the reason we are marooned here on this island.

I was the one who embarked on, on this calamitous journey.

And I brought you two with me to this tropical prison.

That's not true.

No, I, I'm afraid it is.

Bellamy warned me that I didn't have the stuff for a journey like this.

Instead of heeding his advice, I allowed ego and pride to cloud my judgment.

(thunder rumbling) And the wager, that's done for now, too.

Everything's done for.

All my fault.

But I'll never forget the loyalty you two have shown me.

I just hope you can forgive me for letting you down.

There is no need.

The past is over now.

Forgotten.

I cannot forget it.

And to know that you've forgiven me my shortcomings would be a great relief.

If it makes you happy, I forgive you.

Thank you.

(thunder rumbling) You don't need my forgiveness.

Nonetheless, I'd appreciate it.

D'accord.

I forgive you.

♪ ♪ Thank you, Passepartout, that means a lot to me.

(thunder rumbling) Things will seem better in the morning.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) I cannot stomach another piece of that fruit.

You need to eat.

(grunting): I'll find something else to eat.

(grunts) Something that does not taste like a punishment.

(laughs) (waves crashing, birds twittering) I'm worried about Mr. Fogg.

He is still moping around the back of the shelter refusing to eat or do anything.

He blames himself for all of this.

We need to do something.

We are both a little culpable for bringing him to this low ebb.

I wrote that article about him.

And you landed him in prison.

♪ ♪ PASSEPARTOUT (voiceover): What can we do except give him the time to accept that this is not his fault?

It's not always that simple.

When I was a child, my mother suffered terribly from melancholy.

And when it took hold of her, it would not loosen its grip for weeks.

She'd lie in a darkened room, unable to see anyone or do anything.

It was truly the most awful thing.

We cannot allow that to happen to Fogg.

It will be a battle to survive here, and if he sinks into melancholy and loses all his fight, he could die.

(sighs) I will go speak with him.

Make him see sense.

I'm not sure what you can say that I haven't already tried.

I'll think of something.

(waves crashing) You may believe this is all your fault, but I know it's not.

Well, thank you, Passepartout, it's very generous of you to say.

The person who put us in the lifeboat is the one to blame.

His name is Kneedling, and he's been trying to sabotage the journey for weeks.

You know him?

I've seen him.

Spoken to him.

When?

In Aden and Hong Kong, too.

(seagulls cawing) What exactly did he say?

He offered me money to delay your journey.

Why didn't you mention this before?

I should have-- it was a mistake.

Yes, if you'd said something, I could have done something-- I could have... ...alerted the authorities to this Kneedling chap!

I know.

I'm sorry.

(softly): I'm sorry.

(seagulls cawing) You didn't take the money from him?

No, no, get away from me, Passepartout.

Go!

What's going on?

Tell her what you've done.

Go on.

Tell her.

If you don't tell her, I will!

I already know what he did, and he was only trying to help.

How on Earth was that helping?!

He only stole it to get money for the trip.

He wasn't to know you'd get the blame and end up in prison.

What?

If it wasn't that, what is it?

I've done something terrible, something I regret, and if I could go back in time, I would change my decision, I can...

The man who ordered us onto the lifeboat was called Kneedling, yes?

Passepartout took a bribe from him to sabotage our journey.

Did I mention this was a terrible mistake?

Why would you do such a thing?

For money!

He was paid to betray us!

Like Judas!

But I realized what I had done was wrong and I gave the money back.

Yes, unfortunately, this, this epiphany only came after he had poisoned me with drugs given to him by this, this odious Kneedling fellow.

Your illness in Narupani?

Oh, yes, yes.

That near-death experience was courtesy of my ever-loyal valet, Monsieur Passepartout.

To think I blamed myself for us being stranded here when it was entirely his fault!

I even apologized to him last night and you accepted it!

I did say there was no need.

Oh, how very considerate of you.

Your betrayal is unforgivable.

I will not tolerate it.

I will not share the company of a man who has behaved as you have.

I'm ordering you to leave here now.

ABIGAIL: Is that really necessary?

Yes, I'm afraid so!

Yes!

Now please go!

Passepartout, go!

♪ ♪ Go!

I know what Passepartout did was wrong...

Worse than wrong, unforgivable.

Unforgivable!

Well, I shan't waste another moment on that man.

I have more pressing matters.

I am going to build a raft to get us off this island.

But we could be hundreds of miles away from any sort of civilization.

Well, then I shall build a raft strong enough to withstand such a journey.

Build it with what?

Driftwood.

♪ ♪ And determination and ingenuity.

Will not be easy, I know, but I will do it, I promise you.

And then you and I will sail away from this wretched place and leave Passepartout all on his own!

♪ ♪ (sighs) (seagulls squawking) (sighs) (seagulls squawking) (grunts) How can there be so little wood?

There must be wood somewhere.

Do you think Passepartout has taken all the wood for himself?

No-- why would he do that?

Well, who can begin to comprehend the motives of a man who would lie, and steal, and allow his friend to take the blame?

I know you don't want to accept it, but Passepartout acted with good intentions.

Well, his good intentions got me the lash!

He only stole the White Dragon to get money for our trip.

He did it to help us.

I'd rather not have the help of a man like Passepartout.

He is coming this way.

I don't care if he's giving birth to the Messiah-- ignore him.

I think he wants to speak to us.

That's far enough.

That's far enough.

You will come no further.

This beach belongs to all of us.

Very well.

That side of the line is yours, this side is mine.

You're not welcome on my side.

I am sorry.

Well, as am I.

Taking you into my employment, into my trust.

(inhales) No, save your breath, save your breath.

Save your breath!

Abigail has told me exactly what you did in Hong Kong.

And despite your, your claims of contrition, all I see is a liar and a thief.

If I could go back and undo what I did, I would.

Yeah, well, you can't, so that's of little use to us now.

I didn't really know you then.

And if I'm honest, I thought this trip of yours was ridiculous.

Why on Earth would you think that?

You and Mr. Bellamy betting more money than most people have in a lifetime on whether you can travel around the world in 80 days.

I believed it was a gentleman's folly.

Yes, well, you were wrong.

You were very wrong.

It's so much more than that.

I know that now!

I can, I can see how much this trip means to you, and if it is important to you, it is important to me.

And yet your behavior has sabotaged everything.

I know what I did was wrong, and I am determined to make amends for that.

I don't want your amends, I want you to leave us alone.

You don't mean that.

Yes, I do.

I want him to go, off my beach, gone from my life.

Well, I refuse to go.

My friendship with you and Fix is too important to be ruined by this disagreement.

There is no friendship!

It is over!

Finished!

C'est fini!

Not for me.

It is still alive, and I intend to fight for it.

Oh, yes, no, I've read about this.

Yes, too much exposure to the sun affects the brain.

He's delirious.

You're delirious.

♪ ♪ Passepartout's lit a fire.

I think he's cooking something.

PHILEAS: He's goading us, ignore him.

(sighs) Your raft is progressing well.

It may look that way, but I'm afraid I'm stumped.

Without a hammer or nails, no way to fasten the wood together.

Well, not, not securely enough to withstand thrashing waves.

PASSEPARTOUT: I can help you with the raft.

I don't need your help, thank you very much.

If you're hungry, I have lobsters.

PHILEAS: Absolutely not.

It does smell delicious.

Have you forgotten what he did?

He is trying to make amends.

And right now, I'm so hungry, Passepartout could have kidnapped me and brought me here with the sole intention of selling me to slave traders, and I'd still forgive him for a piece of lobster.

We have our own food.

I'm sorry.

I cannot eat another mouthful of that awful fruit.

♪ ♪ (sighs) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) There is more chance of me riding up the Mall in a wedding gown than of Fogg winning our bet.

How can you be so certain?

He's already made his way to the Americas.

Call it gambler's intuition.

Mr. Fortescue, there's a gentleman here wishes to see you.

Well, what on Earth does he want?

He's from the Foreign Office.

Oh, well, um, send him over.

(sighs) Mr. Fortescue.

MAN: Mr. Fortescue, we have received correspondence from our consulate in Yokohama regarding a gentleman we are led to understand is a friend of yours, a Mr. Phileas Fogg?

Uh, yes, yes, that is correct.

It seems the captain of the SS Carnatic has reported Mr. Fogg as missing at sea, and feared dead.

It is believed he fell overboard.

♪ ♪ Fogg is dead?

MAN: In all likelihood, yes.

FORTESCUE: My daughter, she was traveling with Mr. Fogg.

There was no mention of your daughter in the consulate's correspondence.

Although one of the other two people missing from the ship's manifest is a woman, but her name is not Fortescue.

It is Fix.

Miss Abigail Fix.

(Fortescue gasps) (gasping) ♪ ♪ ABIGAIL: In the entire history of mankind, I doubt any food has ever tasted quite as delicious as that.

(chuckling) (seagull squawking) I meant what I said, you know?

I know what I did was wrong, and I am truly sorry.

(guffaws) Since this all happened, I keep asking, why this man is so intent on sabotaging the trip.

ABIGAIL: I have wondered the same.

PASSEPARTOUT: And I remember that Kneedling said he had a friend who wanted us to fail.

And there's only one person I know who will profit if Fogg does not complete that journey on time, and that is Mr. Bellamy.

You will retract that remark!

Who else has a reason to wish failure on you?

Your betrayal was bad enough, but to, to blame it on one of my oldest friends, that's low!

Even for a Frenchman.

Maybe because I'm French, I don't understand how English friendships work.

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

That's not true.

Always making you the joke of his butts.

One more word about Bellamy, I will not be answerable for my actions!

You are very loyal to this man.

I only hope he's worthy of it.

Yes, he is, yes!

I imagine this great friendship is built on more than you going to the same school or being members of the same club.

It is built on many things.

Many, many years of many things.

You don't sound very certain.

One thing I am certain of, I have no desire to discuss this or anything else with you!

(sighs) What Passepartout said about Bellamy, it does make sense.

Bellamy would never conspire against us.

Never!

He has been friends with me, and your father, since we were boys.

It is too much to believe he would do this to us.

Then who?

(breathes deeply) I don't know, but not Bellamy.

Bellamy is ten times the man that Passepartout is.

You are angry with Passepartout.

With excellent reason!

Our treatment of him has not always been without reproach, either.

I employed him, I paid him.

I trusted him.

What more could I have done?

Passepartout saw his brother killed in Paris, and he didn't even have the opportunity to attend the funeral.

He shot a man in the desert to save us, and we barely acknowledged it.

He has made many sacrifices to help us, and we have taken that for granted.

We have all made our mistakes.

I should never have written that article about you.

I can see now that it was a breach of our friendship.

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪ (exhales) (thunder crashing) ♪ ♪ (grunts) (grunts, vines tear) (panting) ♪ ♪ (thunder crashes) (grunts) (thunder crashes) ♪ ♪ (panting heavily) (thunder crashes) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ You've finished the raft!

Not me, must have been Passepartout.

I'm don't know where he got these vines, but they have done the job.

It's practically finished.

We can gather food and water for the trip and launch.

You mean go today, this morning?

Well, I don't see why not.

It's not impossible.

When I first met Passepartout, I didn't trust him one bit.

I thought he'd abandon us at the very first opportunity, and if you'd told me then he would do something like this for us, I wouldn't have believed you.

But he has changed.

Thanks to Passepartout, so has our situation.

And without wishing to get ahead of ourselves, if we were to reach landfall quickly... ...the wager with Bellamy may not yet be lost.

♪ ♪ MAN: It's terrible news.

There you are, sir.

(horses trotting, people talking in background) (clock chimes hour) (door opens) (exhales) Read your editorial about Fogg and Abigail.

Damn fine piece-- you did them proud.

That's very kind of you to say so, Bellars.

(footsteps approaching) FALLENTIN: Bellamy?

The club wants to commemorate Foggy at precisely 10:00 a.m., the time he always arrived at the club.

We also thought it would be nice if someone said a few words.

Yes.

What, do you mean me?

Well, uh... (breathes audibly) Under the circumstances, we thought that would be for the best.

(clears throat) Well, you, you knew Foggy as well as any of us, um...

So... You know what a good egg he was.

(birds squawking) Have you seen Passepartout?

No, not since last night.

♪ ♪ Passepartout!

Passepartout!

(insects chirping) Passepartout?

(Passepartout shouts weakly) Here!

Passepartout?

♪ ♪ Help, I feel... (coughs, retches) ♪ ♪ ABIGAIL: Passepartout's unwell.

I don't feel a fever.

I'm not hot.

(quietly): I'm freezing.

Let's get you in the shelter, come on.

ABIGAIL: I think he's been up there all night.

PHILEAS: There, good chap, there we are.

ABIGAIL: I'll get fresh water.

He needs to keep drinking.

Yes.

Passepartout, I'm gonna rub your feet, get the blood moving, keep your temperature up, yes?

(shivering) Good God, you're freezing.

Absolutely freezing.

(water trickling) ♪ ♪ Right, Abigail, we need to keep him warm, keep him drinking water.

Take that leg.

We can't allow the circulation to drop.

Right, drink some of this-- drink this, good man.

Good man.

(coughs) Good, good, now let me take the legs.

Use body temperature to keep him warm.

Hold him.

Don't be coy, Abigail.

♪ ♪ (shivering) How can he still be this cold?

ABIGAIL: That is the last of the shelter.

(fire crackling) That won't keep it going for long.

ABIGAIL: We have to keep him warm.

You said that.

And it's getting chilly, we can't just do nothing.

Did you hear me?

We can't just do nothing.

No, we can't just do nothing.

(seagulls squawking) Give me a hand.

(shivering) BELLAMY (voiceover): First time I laid eyes on Phileas Fogg, he was a six-year-old boy in short pants trying to push an extremely large trunk up three flights of school stairs.

And it wasn't even his trunk.

MAN: ♪ Tarry with me, o, my Savior ♪ (all joining in): ♪ For the day is passing by ♪ ♪ See the shades of evening gather ♪ ♪ And the night is drawing nigh ♪ BELLAMY: That's the kind of chap Foggy was.

Always willing to lend a chap a hand.

Always willing to help a chap in need.

ALL: ♪ Shall it be the night of rest?

♪ ♪ Lonely seems the vale of shadow ♪ ♪ Sinks my heart ♪ ♪ With troubled fear ♪ ♪ Give me faith ♪ ♪ For clearer vision ♪ ♪ Speak Thou, Lord, in words of cheer ♪ BELLAMY (voiceover): And he was an optimist, too, because there wasn't a damn chance in hell he was getting that trunk up three flights on his own.

He hadn't even made it to the first floor when Fortescue and I had to lend our shoulders to the task.

And in that moment, a friendship that was forged that lasted for 40 years.

ALL: ♪ Lonely seems the vale of shadow ♪ ♪ Sinks my heart with troubled fear ♪ ♪ Give me faith for clearer vision ♪ ♪ Speak Thou, Lord, in words of cheer ♪ (grunts) ♪ ♪ I don't need to tell anybody here what kind of man Phileas Fogg was, because you all knew him.

And anyone who knew Foggy knew he was the very best kind of man.

♪ ♪ (shivering) (seagull squawking) (exhales) PHILEAS: When did you wake?

I've only been gone five minutes.

Ah, well, you're warmer, at least, that's something.

How do you feel?

Better, I think.

Keep drinking.

(panting) You're back with us.

What happened to the raft?

PHILEAS: Ah... Fogg burned to it to keep you warm.

PASSEPARTOUT: But that was your way off the island.

Well, I had to keep your temperature up.

Thank you.

It wasn't a difficult decision.

Regardless, I will not forget it.

Lobster for breakfast, how very grand.

(giggles) You were right about Bellamy, Passepartout.

Who else has a motive to sabotage our trip?

He's not a bad sort, really.

I don't believe that he'd wish us marooned here like this, or even hurt-- I imagine that this man Kneedling was just overzealous in carrying out his task.

And you were right, too, about him undermining me.

He has been doing that for a very long time.

Um, when I was around your age, I had planned on making a trip a lot like this one.

Not in 80 days, obviously, I mean, that would've, uh, been ridiculous then, but at my leisure.

And with a woman I loved.

♪ ♪ Her name was Estella-- I believe I mentioned her.

Yes, we planned to marry in Paris and travel the world, together.

But Bellamy was against it, of course.

Never tired of telling me that I wasn't worthy of Estella.

And that I wasn't up to a, a journey like that.

That's reprehensible.

Well, no, I'm, I'm afraid in this instance, the blame lies with me.

I should have had the courage to ignore Bellamy and to do as I wished, but instead... ♪ ♪ I was barely on the train to Dover when I wanted to turn around and go straight back to London, and the club, and everything I knew.

And then by the time that we'd boarded the ship, I was so filled with dread... ...that I lied.

Told Estella I'd left a case at the station, and I had to retrieve it.

I, I think that I hoped that she'd follow me off the ship, and that we'd return to London together, but she didn't.

And instead, she sailed away.

So...

Traveled, and lived her life.

And I never saw her again.

♪ ♪ And I did nothing with my life-- it has remained unlived.

ABIGAIL: That's not true.

You're a famous adventurer.

Abandoning Estella like that's 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.

Not until this trip, with you two.

(inhales) PASSEPARTOUT: What Fogg said earlier, it's not what I was expecting.

ABIGAIL: Nor I.

It certainly explains why he got so angry about the article I wrote.

I got it all wrong.

It's easy to misjudge people before you get to know them properly.

(exhales) It is.

When I first met Fogg, I thought he was a pompous English fool.

That was my mistake.

And what did you think of me, when we first met?

That you were bossy, and opinionated, and impossible.

And also clever and independent-minded, and very beautiful.

I wasn't completely wrong-- you are bossy and opinionated.

Don't ruin it!

(laughs) ♪ ♪ PHILEAS: Hey!

Hey!

♪ ♪ Look, look!

Look out there!

ABIGAIL: Have they seen us yet?

PHILEAS: This will help it smoke!

(fire hissing) Hello!

Hey!

(shouting) Hello!

Here we are!

Over here!

(shouting) I think they've seen us!

♪ ♪ I think it's turning!

(shouting and cheering) ♪ ♪ (talking softly) (fire crackling softly) (people talking in background) You don't look very pleased to be rescued.

I am.

I just wish they could have arrived half-an-hour later.

Me, too.

Well, it seems they saw the smoke from our bonfire and decided to investigate.

That is fortuitous.

Yes!

First Mate Thearle, there, believes that we'll be in America the day after the Carnatic.

(in French): (laughs): Yes!

PHILEAS: I can't say I'll miss this wretched island.

But nor shall I ever forget the time that we three spent together here.

♪ ♪ So, we ready?

Yes!

THEARLE: All right, sir?

PHILEAS: Thank you, Cullivan.

Right!

THEARLE: Let's get you on board, sir.

PHILEAS: Very good!

We should let Miss Fix get on there first.

Allow me, madam.

ABIGAIL: Thank you!

PHILEAS: There we are, Passepartout, after you.

PASSEPARTOUT: No, you, Monsieur.

No, please, go on.

♪ ♪ Phileas Fogg.

The adventurer?

Oh, yes, I suppose.

Someone try to kill you?

Yes.

No.

I'm not sure there's anything I'd be willing to die for.

Moment comes, you just know.

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