♪ ♪ KNEEDLING: Put this in his drink.

He'll lose his stupid wager and all will be well with the world.

♪ ♪ PASSEPARTOUT: I took a bribe to slow him down.

The man said it would send him to sleep for a day or two.

AOUDA: You better hope it doesn't put him to sleep forever.

Please, help him.

I've never seen a man so sick.

You really don't remember anything?

No, just some dreams.

PHILEAS: Did I say anything?

(softly): Estella... My darling Estella, you came back.

No.

Nothing.

ABIGAIL: I think they were meant to travel the world together, but she ended their relationship and went off on her own.

We're here because a woman broke his heart.

PHILEAS: What will push you on?

Duty?

Or... Will it be the thought of seeing the people you love one more time?

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

I'm going to be a proper writer.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (man laughing, clock chiming) (people talking in background in Cantonese) ♪ ♪ Ah.

Still on Calcutta time.

Not bad for 750 rupees.

(inhaling) Right.

I will get us some money, book a hotel for the night, and purchase our onward tickets to Yokohama.

♪ ♪ PASSEPARTOUT: Look at him, like a seal returning to the sea.

♪ ♪ I rather missed filling out forms.

I think I saw that money order, Mr. Fogg.

I'll just go and check with my manager.

Splendid.

As you asked: Mr. Fogg's money order.

Order, structure, civility.

I think we're all going to like Hong Kong.

But first I am going to powder my nose.

♪ ♪ I was mistaken, Mr. Fogg.

No circular note has come in for you.

Really?

I sent a telegram from Calcutta to my bank in London.

KNEEDLING: Much obliged.

PHILEAS: They assured me they would communicate with you directly.

♪ ♪ CLERK: Perhaps you would like to contact your bank... PASSEPARTOUT: What the hell are you doing here?

You told me the seeds would slow him down-- they nearly killed him!

Take your damn money.

(chuckles) As I say, I can find no record of any such communication.

(Kneedling chuckles) Have you heard the expression, "If you want something doing, do it yourself"?

♪ ♪ The man's name is Fogg.

Career criminal masquerading as a gentleman.

Fraud, embezzlement, theft.

Whatever you do, don't give him any money.

Without money, he can't leave Hong Kong.

When the warrant arrives, I will arrest him and I will make sure that your name is mentioned in the highest of places.

The highest of places.

Well, this is somewhat irregular, but I will do my duty, of course, Inspector.

♪ ♪ Lovely day, Monsieur.

PHILEAS: This, this kind of delay is totally unacceptable.

I have hotel rooms to pay for and onward tickets to buy.

You'll just have to advance me some money on account.

I'm afraid we can't do that, sir.

As soon as I hear from London, the money will be available to you?

(people talking in background) Tiny fly in the ointment-- no money until they've heard from my bank.

Until then, we'll have to rely on my wits to find us food and lodgings.

I'm not a fussy woman, as you both know, but can we please find a hotel with a bath the size of Shropshire?

PHILEAS: Shropshire.

(stammering) Do you want to break it to her, Passepartout, or shall I?

ABIGAIL: Break what to me?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ PHILEAS: Hong Kong.

The commercial heart of the Orient and I don't have two pennies to rub together.

I know a place.

It won't cost anything.

You've been here before?

Did you know this, Mr. Fogg?

PHILEAS: Passepartout is a man...

Excuse me.

...of endless mystery.

That's one word for it.

Mr. Fogg?

Yes.

Mr. Phileas Fogg?

Hello.

I'm your biggest admirer.

Oh.

Oh, and yours, Miss Fix.

I mean, Mr. Fogg was already the talk of the colony, but then... (sighs) (ship horn blaring in distance) Forgive me, I'm Lady Clemency Rowbotham.

My husband is the governor of Hong Kong.

Charmed, Lady Clemency.

Have you ever met an actual governor before?

I don't believe I actually have.

Well, then, come and meet mine.

Henry?

I want you to meet some new friends of mine.

(sighing): Must I?

I have a meeting in ten minutes about the Jockey Club.

Please, darling, for me.

(Rowbotham sighs, horse whinnies) CLEMENCY: This is the great Phileas Fogg, explorer and English lionheart.

Oh, well...

This is Miss Abigail Fix, his chronicler, and his manservant, um... Passport.

ROWBOTHAM: This is the chap you've been going on about?

Mm-hmm.

Well, on behalf of Her Majesty's administration, a wholehearted welcome to our humble colony.

(horse whinnies) Are you shopping or playing bridge?

Neither.

I shall be arranging the garden party, of course.

What garden party?

The one you are throwing for the intrepid Mr. Fogg and his friends.

Just imagine how delighted they'll be in Whitehall when they hear that you've entertained England's latest hero.

Yes, yes, of course!

Mr. Fogg.

Well, you shall indeed be my guest of honor.

Well!

How splendid!

(chuckles awkwardly) Well done.

♪ ♪ (speaking Cantonese) (people talking and calling, animals squawking) PHILEAS: Where exactly are you taking us?

I have an old friend who runs a hotel here.

Why didn't you say you've been in Hong Kong before?

It was in another life.

But what were you doing here?

PASSEPARTOUT: I was on a ship that put in for repairs.

ABIGAIL: You were a sailor?

When I arrived.

And when you left?

I was... no longer a sailor.

You really can be an extremely infuriating man.

(laughs) PHILEAS: Are we there yet?

Soon!

(in Cantonese): PASSEPARTOUT (in Cantonese): We have somewhere to stay.

♪ ♪ This is it?

PASSEPARTOUT: This is it, Monsieur.

Choosers cannot also be mendicants.

Beggars.

ABIGAIL: Umm...

I think two bedrooms were mentioned?

Ah.

PASSEPARTOUT (in Cantonese): Lovely.

Indeed it is.

Cozy.

Authentic.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Well done, Passepartout.

Um... Um...

I think I'm going to go back to the bank and hound that clerk until he hands over the money.

My money, so...

Very good.

(exhales) (clicks tongue, in French): (grunts) Where are you going?

To see an old friend.

You stay here, Miss Fix, you'll be quite safe.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background, animals squawking) ♪ ♪ What are you doing following me?

Interesting things happen when I follow you.

You really can be an infuriating woman.

(chuckles) Don't want me to meet this friend of yours?

No, I don't.

Geisha, is she?

Not unless I'm walking to Japan.

Oh, my giddy aunt!

What is it?

My article!

My father printed it.

(man shouting) Printed it and syndicated it!

Why are you so excited?

He always prints your articles.

Not like this.

(coins click) ABIGAIL: He's never printed anything like this before in his life.

PASSEPARTOUT (voiceover): "I hope not only "that he meets his own ambition, but that he finds solace in our extraordinary adventure."

(people talking in background) What do you think?

Be completely honest.

Unless you hate it, of course, in which case, please lie profusely.

I think it's engaging.

Thought-provoking.

Very well-written.

It makes me see Fogg in a different way, a more complex way.

I can hear your voice in it.

(laughs) Thank you, Passepartout.

I'd advise you to destroy every copy in Hong Kong.

What do you mean?

He's the most private man I've ever known.

To have his innermost secrets read by friends and strangers... "This venture may prove "to be a voyage to heal a broken heart.

His yearning is less for escapades than for escape."

I haven't written anything that isn't the truth.

Exactly.

♪ ♪ He, he is going to hate me, isn't he?

♪ ♪ MAN: I'd like to make a withdrawal.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ MAN: Thank you.

♪ ♪ Depositors-- that's me-- give the bank-- that's you-- their money to look after and to lend to other people at a rate of interest.

A percentage of that interest comes back to the depositor.

Everybody is very happy.

Please, Mr. Fogg, your circular note has not yet arrived.

Now, if you'd move aside...

But sometimes, said depositor-- again, me-- wants to take some of their money out.

Their money.

Are you following me?

That time is now.

(stammering) As my colleague has informed you, Mr. Fogg, no circular note, no funds.

No exceptions.

Yeah, well, I shall just have to ask my friend the governor for a loan at the party that he's throwing for me this very day.

And when he asks me why I couldn't just get my own money from my own bank, I shall tell him.

MAN (whispering): It's quite a scene.

(footsteps retreating, stamp pounding) ABIGAIL: As soon as we have money, we can get him out of Hong Kong before he reads it.

Working on it, Miss Fix.

I'm going back here to see my old friend for a private conversation.

(speaks French) A private conversation that you do not need to hear, you do not make notes on, you do not publish in a national newspaper.

Is that clear?

Clear as day.

Ironically, the best in Hong Kong.

Do not move.

(people talking in background, pans sizzling) (breathes deeply) (quietly): The article will be widely read and people will applaud him.

For the first time in his life, he will be truly lauded.

He will thank me.

♪ ♪ (banging on door) ♪ ♪ (bolt clanging) (door closes, bird twittering) (bolt clanging) JIANG LEI (in Cantonese): PASSEPARTOUT (in Cantonese): ♪ ♪ (bird twittering) I also hear you've been busy.

Traveling with the famous adventurer Phileas Fogg?

I am.

Hm.

However, we find ourselves delayed by a lack of funds.

You've come to me for money.

A loan only, to pay for passage to Yokohama.

It would be repaid in a matter of days.

Your master dines with the governor today, I understand.

His wife, Lady Clemency, is in possession of a magnificent jewel, the White Dragon, carved out of rare white jade in the Shang Dynasty, when the British were still living in huts.

They stole it from my ancestors' grave.

It was wrapped around their fingers, and still they took it.

Why are you telling me this?

(clicks teeth, inhales) Because you, my friend... ...are going to steal it back for me.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background, children giggling) (children laughing) (children conversing in Cantonese) (children laughing) You know me as a thief, Jiang Lei.

(laughs): Not a thief, Passepartout!

A great thief.

That way of life is behind me now.

If you want to steal the jewel, steal it yourself.

Do you think I haven't tried?

Strangely, Chinese entrepreneurs are not invited to Government House.

I've tried without an invite, but the place is as secure as the Tower of London.

I need money.

but I will not steal.

Not anymore.

Then you are of no use to me.

And a man that is of no use to... (man shouting outside) (Abigail and man arguing) (banging on door) (bolt clangs, door opens) ABIGAIL: How can one of the oldest civilizations on Earth not have invented the fork yet?

Oh, hello, you must be Passepartout's friend.

JIANG LEI: And you must be Miss Abigail Fix, the celebrated journalist.

Yes, the one who was told to wait outside.

Ah, you're far too kind.

Hm, we must go.

Of course!

You must not let the governor wait.

It was so nice to meet an old friend of Passepartout's.

The pleasure was all mine, Miss Fix.

Will I see you again before you leave, old friend?

No, I don't think you will.

Hong Kong can be a dangerous place for unwary travelers.

Look after yourself, Passepartout.

And look after Miss Fix.

♪ ♪ (bolt clangs) ♪ ♪ BELLAMY: So according to Abigail, Fogg has kept a candle burning for that ridiculous woman for over 20 years!

(people talking in background) BELLAMY: I mean, why did you even print this?

There's no facts or figures.

It's just... rot.

I actually think it might be a new sort of writing.

(sighs) Thoughtful, questioning, and unapologetically subjective.

It's a new kind of rot.

I think your daughter's written a very fine article, Fortescue.

Romantic.

What you know about romance, Fallentin, could be written on a grain of sand.

Thank you, Fallentin, that means a lot.

(Bellamy sighs) BELLAMY: "Underneath that reserve and routine "is a kind, perhaps brilliant man, "who many years ago was disappointed "by the love of a young woman, "the mysterious Estella, and has yet remained faithful to it."

You do realize that Fogg is going to blow his brains out with embarrassment when he reads this, don't you?

♪ ♪ I hope this is going to work, Passepartout.

I have to look at my absolute best.

One thing you should know about the English upper classes: if you look like a man who needs money, they'll never give you a penny.

Look like a man who doesn't, and they'll throw the stuff at you.

(grunts) It is ingenious.

Yes?

How are you doing in there, Miss Fix?

We can't keep the governor waiting.

♪ ♪ It's too much, isn't it?

Absolutely not!

No.

Tell her, Passepartout.

Like a diamond in front of some pigs.

(Abigail laughs) (laughing): Pearls before swine, Passepartout.

(laughs) PHILEAS: Right.

I shall get dressed and then we can go to my party.

Get ourselves a loan.

♪ ♪ ABIGAIL: Look at the security, it's like Buckingham Palace.

Stop there, please.

PHILEAS: Now once we're in, let me do the talking.

PASSEPARTOUT (in French): (birds twittering, horse neighing) (music playing, people talking in background) DRIVER: Whoa... Whoa... (birds twittering, music continues) Your articles certainly get us into the best places, Miss Fix.

MAN: Thank you, sir.

PHILEAS: Still, let's make this as quick as we can.

PASSEPARTOUT: Let's just stay for one drink, okay?

(music playing, people talking in background) (woman gasps) Ladies and gentlemen, they're here!

(applauding) Thank you, thank you so much.

CLEMENCY: Mr. Fogg.

Miss Fix.

Passport.

Miss Fix, may I say how spectacular you look?

Ah!

That must be one of the saris from the Indian village?

It is, yes.

How do you know about... ROWBOTHAM: On behalf of Her Majesty's administration, a wholehearted welcome to our humble colony.

CLEMENCY (sighing): For God's sake, Henry, you've done that bit.

Ah, yeah.

CLEMENCY: He has the memory of a senile turbot.

I do apologize.

PHILEAS: Ah.

MRS. HILDRETH: Welcome to Hong Kong, Mr. Fogg.

We can't wait to hear your stories.

Well, thank you.

Uh, this is Peter Donaldson, of the Hong Kong police.

Fogg.

PHILEAS: Sir.

ROWBOTHAM: Lord Crossley, chief magistrate.

PHILEAS: Sir.

Thank you, Sir Henry, this really is terribly kind of you.

CLEMENCY: I'm afraid you'll have to start with the men, Mr. Fogg.

Ah...

Which means you'll have to listen to my husband talk about horses, public houses, and cheese.

(chuckling softly) Please, call me Phileas.

Well, we ladies will get our piece of flesh later, don't you fear.

(chuckling) (people talking in background) (music playing) (in French): (taps shoulder) She's read the article!

I'm doomed.

(people talking in background) PASSEPARTOUT (in French): I wouldn't knowingly hurt that man for the world.

We get the money and we get Fogg out of here before he reads your article.

Thank you, Passepartout!

(sighs) ♪ ♪ And then India?

Indeed.

Yes.

Ghastly place, so I'm told.

Oh, no, although the bank in Calcutta did spectacularly fail to do what they said they were going to do.

And talking of banks... Good God, Anderson, have you joined the Temperance Society?

Come back with a jug, man.

What I thought was remarkable about this piece, Miss Fix, was not so much that Mr. Fogg had undertaken this journey for unrequited love...

Although we did very much like that bit.

(women chuckling) What I found astonishing, and just so moving, was that he entrusted you to tell his story to the world.

PHILEAS: Uh, Japan, which I'm very much looking forward to.

Um, United States of America.

And then, hopefully, back to London in time for Christmas.

London at Christmas.

CROSSLEY: I hope you do it, Fogg.

Imagine the faces of the French and Germans when they hear another Briton got there first.

(men chuckling) Where are you staying in Hong Kong, Fogg?

Passepartout... You were a waiter at the Reform Club!

Me, Monsieur?

Are you sure?

More of a White's man myself.

Father always said the Reform were a bunch of radicals.

PASSEPARTOUT (laughing): Radicals?!

(quietly): We'll talk about this later, Passepartout.

DONALDSON: I asked where you were staying, Fogg.

Ah, yeah, well, therein lies a story.

I went to the bank this morning, and it seems there's some sort of mix-up with London.

Words I could have carved on my gravestone.

PHILEAS: I find myself-- through no fault of my own-- somewhat fiscally embarrassed.

Now, my man found us some extremely modest accommodation in a place called... What's it called?

Tai Ping Shan, Monsieur.

Tai Ping Shan?!

(laughing): Good God, man!

That's like spending a night in Bethnal Green.

I'll loan you the money, Fogg, that's all there is to it.

Oh, I couldn't possibly.

ROWBOTHAM: Oh, you have no choice in the matter.

Anderson?

Anderson.

Anderson!

(talking softly) ROWBOTHAM: Go to the house and fetch a money order.

I will help him.

♪ ♪ Shall we go and rescue your Mr. Fogg?

I think he's more than happy talking to your husband.

Oh, I don't think anyone has ever said that sentence before.

Oh, too cruel, Clemency!

(women chuckling) But my husband is a good man.

A loyal and kind man in his own ways.

But he hasn't got a romantic bone in his body.

Now, the Dove, down by the Thames in Hammersmith, does an excellent ale, a very passable bit of Blue Vinny, and has a barmaid called Gwen who has dimples.

(Phileas chuckles politely) PASSEPARTOUT: Your money order, sir.

What?

One money order.

One pen.

CLEMENCY (voiceover): I don't think they can serve Empire and Eros at the same time.

Let's go and talk to Mr. Fogg.

Shall we?

ROWBOTHAM (voiceover): How much do you want, Fogg?

This is very kind of you, Sir Henry.

Um...

The chap who wrote "Rule, Britannia!"

used to drink in the Dove.

Not a lot of people know that.

PHILEAS: No.

Um, well, a night in a half-decent hotel, three onward tickets to Japan... ♪ Must, in their turn ♪ ♪ To tyrants fall ♪ ♪ Whilst thou shalt ♪ (humming "Rule, Britannia!")

♪ The dread and envy of them all ♪ I trust the pen has ink, Monsieur?

Yes, yes.

♪ ♪ CLEMENCY: Mr. Fogg?

Yes.

The ladies require your presence.

Yes, of course.

(chuckles) (birds twittering, women laughing) It's absolutely superb, Lady Clemency.

CLEMENCY: When they were digging the foundations for this house, they found it in a grave.

It's the White Dragon of Hong Kong.

CROSSLEY: So who are you backing this season, old chap?

Wouldn't you like to know, Crossley?

Tell me about that young colt you've just bought.

Well, I was hoping we might break it in this spring, but then the trainer tells me the beast isn't warm-blooded.

CLEMENCY: When they opened up the grave, they found the skeletons of a man and a woman.

Even after all these centuries, they were still holding hands.

How extraordinary.

Would you mind, Mr. Fogg?

Oh, yes, of course.

Um... ♪ ♪ That puts even your fidelity into perspective, Phileas.

(gasps): Let me show you the pergola.

♪ ♪ ABIGAIL (voiceover): If you could just sign this, Sir Henry, we'll be on our way and out of your hair.

DONALDSON: God, will you listen to this?

Every woman here would love to be me in this moment, on the arm of a man who knows the power of love.

DONALDSON: "At first, I believed Mr. Fogg "to be a new kind of Victorian adventurer, "grasping at achievement.

"The truth, however, is that what drives Mr. Fogg is less ambition, than heartbreak."

♪ ♪ But every woman here knows she doesn't stand a chance, that your heart is elsewhere and it always will be.

Heartbreak?

Let me see that, Donaldson.

PHILEAS (voiceover): Indeed?

Where would that be?

With Estella, of course.

♪ ♪ (gasps): She's told him!

I'm lost!

♪ ♪ If you could just sign this, sir?

Would you go away?

(sighs) (pen clatters on tray) How do you know about that lady?

I read Miss Fix's article, like everyone else here.

I suppose we really should think of making a move.

Big day tomorrow!

What article?

You really don't know?

Would you care to hear it, Fogg?

(chuckling) (crowd murmuring) I was going to tell you.

It's just words on a page, Monsieur, nothing more.

ROWBOTHAM: "Underneath that reserve "and routine "is a kind, perhaps brilliant man, who many years ago "was disappointed by the love of a young woman, the mysterious Estella."

♪ ♪ "And has yet remained faithful to it."

(chuckles) May I?

She stitched you up like a kipper, Fogg.

(inhales) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Indeed she has.

(crowd murmuring) Miss Fix is quite right, we have a lot to do before we sail for Yokohama in the morning.

Thank you for your hospitality.

Where's Passepartout?

Uh, he was just here-- Passepartout?!

Does he know about this, too?

Mm-hmm.

Then he can walk.

We have offended you!

I'm mortified!

ROWBOTHAM: Cheerio, Fogg!

Haven't enjoyed one of these so much in ages!

CLEMENCY: Oh, shut up, Henry-- Phileas!

Please, don't go like this.

Goodbye, Lady Clemency.

♪ ♪ (rickshaw rattling) Please let me explain!

Oh, I have been humiliated by masters of their trade, Miss Fix, but yours are the dizzy, dizzy heights of betrayal.

But every word is true!

Every word was private!

You took my innermost feelings, feelings you tricked and stole from me...

I didn't steal!

...and you offer them up to the world without having the decency to even tell me first.

I was waiting for the right moment.

Oh, is Government House in Hong Kong right enough for you?

PHILEAS: After what we'd been through in Yemen and India, I thought you were my friend.

I am your friend!

You do know your father and Bellamy and the rest are having a jolly good laugh about this?

I am sure they will do no such thing.

Oh, well, then you know even less about the world than I thought you did.

Lady Clemency read it, and she... You know what, Miss Fix?

Don't speak to me, don't even look at me!

♪ ♪ (in French): (birds hooting, insects chirping) (snoring) (door thuds softly) (exhales) (lock rattling, Rowbotham snoring) (lock clicks, door releases) (snoring) (hinges creaking) (Rowbotham snoring) (lock clicking) (thuds softly) (clicking) (thuds softly) (Rowbotham snoring) (snoring) (safe handle creaks, bolt thuds) (sputters) A pint of Old Peculiar... and a pickled walnut.

(snores) Thank you, Gwen.

(snores) ♪ ♪ (music box playing, stops) (murmurs, hand thuds) (Rowbotham snoring) ♪ ♪ (hinge creaks) (blows softly) (gasps) (clasp opening) (Clemency inhales) (Rowbotham snoring) ♪ ♪ (doorknob squeaks, Rowbotham snores) (door creaking) ♪ ♪ (door creaks) (door latches softly) ♪ ♪ (sash creaks) (snoring, insects chirping) ♪ ♪ (Rowbotham snoring) (Passepartout inhales) (crickets chirping) ♪ ♪ (Rowbotham snoring, sash creaking) (door opens) (exhales softly) ♪ ♪ Oh, it's you.

Of course, who'd you think it was?

♪ ♪ (animals squawking) (dog barking in distance) (bolt clanging) Passepartout.

I didn't think I'd be seeing you again.

The White Dragon.

(chuckles): Once a thief, always a thief.

(drawer opens) (in French): Goodbye, Jiang Lei.

(pounds on door) Passepartout?

Leave Hong Kong.

(bolt clanging) (bolt clanging) BANK MANAGER (voiceover): A fraudster, and by all accounts a thief to boot.

Just the thought of such a man being a guest in your house, Sir Henry.

I know I gave the detective my word, but... Where is this detective?

Lying low and waiting for his arrest warrant, no doubt.

(cutlery clatters) Well, Fogg got no money out of me, though he tried hard enough.

CLEMENCY: Henry!

Henry!

What on Earth's the matter?

(panting) The White Dragon, it's gone!

♪ ♪ (people talking and calling in background) ABIGAIL (voiceover): How many times do I have to say it?

I should have consulted you before I sent the article.

Stow our bags on the Carnatic, Passepartout.

I'll go to the bank, get the money, buy the tickets.

But it's not my fault if the truth hurts.

With a bit of luck, they'll only have two berths left.

PASSEPARTOUT: If you sign me a chit, Monsieur, I can go to the bank and get your money.

Well, yes, but can you be trusted, Passepartout?

When I interviewed you in London, I distinctly remember asking if we'd met before.

It was just a little lie, Monsieur.

Yes, well, the trouble with little lies is that they rapidly become bigger lie... Donaldson!

What on Earth's the meaning of this?

This is a warrant for your arrest.

OFFICER: Step aside, Miss.

My arrest?

How dare you!

PHILEAS: I'll speak to the governor.

This is an outrage!

ABIGAIL: And I will write about it in the "Telegraph"!

OFFICER: Look under there!

I've never been so humiliated in my life!

DONALDSON: Where is it?

Where's what?

The White Dragon.

PHILEAS: I have no idea!

Sir!

Yesterday, you said you had no money.

PHILEAS: I didn't!

I don't!

You've sold the White Dragon already?

I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

(crowd murmuring) For God's sake, Rowbotham, I haven't stolen anything!

You will rue the day you made my wife cry, sir.

I am not a thief!

ABIGAIL: You are making the most terrible mistake!

PHILEAS: I don't care about losing the wager, I am not a thief!

ABIGAIL: We'll get you out, Mr. Fogg!

I promise!

(softly): Passepartout... (crowd murmuring) What is going on?

Tell me!

I want to see Jiang Lei, now!

What has this got to do with... (bellowing): Jiang Lei!

(pans sizzling, talking stops) (person gasps) (woman talking in background) You will tell me what is going on, and you will tell me now.

(woman speaking Chinese in background) (water trickling, people talking in distance) (keys jangling) (lock turns, door opens) On your feet!

I want to see a lawyer.

(chuckles) One more time, Fogg, who did you sell it to?

I have told you.

The last time I saw the White Dragon, it was around Lady Clemency's neck.

If you think I won't flog you, you are very much mistaken.

Flog me?

Flog.

I'm entitled to a trial, I'm an Englishman.

(chuckles) This is not England.

This is Hong Kong.

♪ ♪ (cell door shuts, lock turns) You stole the White Dragon?!

Keep your voice down.

You stole it and let Mr. Fogg take the blame?

It's not what it seems.

You heard what they said, he's going to prison!

(yells in frustration) (people stop talking) Why would you do such a shameful thing?

Because we needed money to buy the tickets to get to Japan, and because I am a great thief.

I don't believe you.

Jiang Lei said he would give me money if I stole the pendant for him.

I thought we would be on the ship and away from here before anybody even noticed it had gone missing.

(sighs) They're not going to send him to prison.

(gasps): Oh, thank God!

They're going to flog him at noon.

12 strokes at 12 noon.

♪ ♪ (whip cracking, man crying out in distance) ♪ ♪ ABIGAIL (voiceover): I'll go to the bank, his money might be here by now.

It won't be there, and if it was, they wouldn't give it to you.

Then I'll wire my father.

There isn't time!

Then what do you suggest?

You got us into this mess!

I'll tell Sir Henry I stole the White Dragon.

It had nothing to do with Fogg.

And then what?

They'll arrest you and make an example of you.

And it won't be a few lashes.

(grunts) (sighs) (keys jangling, lock turns) (groans) (prisoners murmuring) (moaning, lock turning) ABIGAIL (voiceover): Mr. Fogg hates me at the moment, and for all I know, may hate me forever.

But he is as far from being a thief as any man I have ever met.

To have him flogged for something he didn't do would be barbaric.

He is a hero, whatever you may think, and he does not deserve to be beaten for something he did not do and would never do.

Have you finished?

Good, now get out.

Go on, Miss Fix.

Clemency, there's no need to upset yourself further.

Many years ago, Phileas Fogg made a mistake.

He followed duty and expectation when he should have followed love.

But he had the courage to realize the folly of that mistake, to undertake this extraordinary journey, to prove to himself that dreams can sometimes defeat expectations.

He still stole the White Dragon, and that's the end of it.

He didn't steal it.

I did.

ABIGAIL: Passepartout!

PASSEPARTOUT: I wasn't prepared to let his dream end here.

I stole it and sold it.

Sold it to the family it once belonged to.

I'm sorry, Madame.

Then you will rot in prison.

No, I beg you, he made a mistake, but... (slams): I gave the White Dragon to my wife as a token of my deep love and respect for her.

And you come into my house!

♪ ♪ Henry... (sighs): I know you'd follow me around the world without complaint.

I know it's a life of restraint and duty.

I never had much in the way of words to give you, Clemmy.

But I had the White Dragon.

Let Phileas Fogg go, Henry.

ROWBOTHAM: But your dragon...

I never wanted to hurt your feelings, but I've never really felt comfortable wearing it.

It wasn't my love story.

Besides...

I have my own.

(keys jangling, lock turning) ♪ ♪ (lock turning) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ PASSEPARTOUT (voiceover): Out of the way!

♪ ♪ Beautiful morning for an illegal flogging, Donaldson.

(crows cawing) ♪ ♪ Try to keep the crease, there's a good chap.

You think this is funny, Fogg?

Not in the slightest.

There's nothing funny about being flogged for something you know you didn't do.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (chains clinking) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ABIGAIL: Stop!

We have a pardon from the governor!

(bell ringing) Please, here, here, take it!

Please!

ABIGAIL: Release him!

Go, please!

(clock ticking) (clock strikes noon) (screams, audio muffled) No!

(whimpers) Stop, stop!

(bell rings) Release him.

PASSEPARTOUT (in French): It's gonna be all right, Monsieur.

(panting) All right.

♪ ♪ (ship horn blares) (ship horn blows) Welcome aboard the Carnatic, sir.

Thank you, I'm going to my cabin.

I'll unpack for you, Monsieur.

No, thank you.

A refreshing drink?

I won't need either of you until further notice.

I want to be on my own.

(people talking in background, seagull squawking) (sighs) I should have said I was sorry.

I should have told him the truth.

(ship horn blows) (door shuts) Not so secret now, Estella.

(footsteps approaching) May I join you?

(exhales) Have you ever heard the expression, "If you want something doing, do it yourself"?

I'm familiar with it, of course.

Why do you ask?

I think we should go for a little walk, Mr. Fogg.

I don't want to go for a walk, I'm rather busy.

Besides, we're in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

And that, Mr. Fogg, is why we're going for a walk.

(cocks pistol) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MAN: We have received correspondence: Mr. Fogg is missing at sea.

(yelps) We've been in situations more hopeless than this!

What could possibly be more hopeless than this?

Damn!

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

What?

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