Episode 4

♪ ♪ PHILEAS: I understand now that my attempt to circumnavigate the world in 80 days is not going to be without some extremely serious obstacles.

♪ ♪ PHILEAS: I had a friend who always said, "Any one of us can achieve anything."

ABIGAIL: What was his name?

Hers, actually.

What, a mysterious woman?

FORTESCUE: She has a traveling companion.

Jane Digby.

The Bedouin bed-hopper.

ABIGAIL: His job was to write the truth.

My father chose to write lies.

My oldest and dearest friend may not be a hero after all.

There can be no forgiveness.

ABIGAIL: Passepartout!

(gun fires) PASSEPARTOUT: I killed a man, Monsieur.

PHILEAS: I know you did.

I made a wager.

A bet!

That is still all you care about?

10,000 pounds.

20,000.

(men murmuring) I'm coming into money-- more than enough to make this unpleasantness go away.

KNEEDLING: I have a friend who is very keen that our Mr. Fogg doesn't make it back to London on Christmas Eve.

What do I have to do?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (buzzing, objects clattering) (swarm buzzing loudly) PHILEAS (faintly): You can't advertise a railway and then not finish it!

It's preposterous!

I have half a mind to blame you, Miss Fix!

It was there in black and white in "The Telegraph," the rail line had been completed across India.

It was your article, Miss Fix!

I didn't actually build the railway myself, I merely reported its existence.

PASSEPARTOUT: But it does not exist.

ABIGAIL: You are the most infuriatingly glass-half-empty person.

She's right, you've been like a bear with a sore head ever since Yemen.

(sighs) (exhales, breathlessly): Where is this village?

(cries out) Another thing that does not exist.

(yelping) (yelps): It's in my eye!

It's in my eye!

There's a fly in my actual eye!

An actual fly in my eye!

(groans) Monsieur, if we get back on the train, it will return us to that lovely hotel in Bombay, where the chilled beer glasses are always full.

You mean give up?

PHILEAS: We are not giving up!

(panting, flies buzzing) We just need something to hold onto.

Some sort of sign... Oh!

Hello!

We're looking for the village of Narupani!

Wait!

♪ ♪ Narupani?

Ah!

Narupani!

(sighing) (people talking and calling in background) PHILEAS: Thank you.

Ah, hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello!

Nice to meet you all.

Thank you.

A pleasure.

(people talking in background) PHILEAS: Oh look at that!

Oh, that's lovely!

(chickens clucking, people talking in background) (children laughing) ABIGAIL: What a wonderful place!

NOORI and AOUDA (in Hindi): AOUDA and NOORI: NOORI: Hello.

Ah!

Welcome.

Oh, thank you.

Hello!

We're preparing the village for a wedding.

Oh!

How splendid!

Well, in that case, you'll be relieved to know that we won't be imposing on you.

This is the bride, my daughter Samanaz.

Warmest congratulations on your impending nuptials, young lady.

Uh, now, we need to get ourselves rather urgently to Allahabad.

The groom, Arjan.

Phileas Fogg-- pleased to meet you.

My traveling companion, Miss Fix.

My valet, Passepartout.

AOUDA: You will be our very special guests.

Oh, no time for that, I'm afraid-- time is of the essence.

We are attempting to travel around the world in 80 days.

Why?

(quietly): Why... Because... That's not important.

We need a guide to take us over the hills to Allahabad so we can catch another train to Calcutta.

In the morning, I will give you our guide.

Oh, not in the morning, I'm afraid-- now.

Manners, Mr. Fogg.

I'm so sorry, Madame.

I forget myself.

We can pay our way, of course.

Everyone in the village is going to the wedding.

There can be no exceptions.

(birds twittering) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ AOUDA: This is where you will spend the night.

PHILEAS: Ah, this is, this is very generous of you, but, um... AOUDA: I absolutely insist.

(dog barking in distance) AOUDA: You will take my room.

PHILEAS: Oh, no, no, no, no, we can't take your own rooms.

You are our guest.

Oh, well, it's absolutely wonderful.

Oh, look, there's even a couch for you, Passepartout.

AOUDA: I will let you wash after your journey.

Thank you.

We will leave in the morning, yes?

SAMANAZ (voiceover): This way.

You are traveling unmarried?

ABIGAIL: Yes, I am, for 80 days.

Or 80 years, if I'm lucky.

This is beautiful!

Thank you.

And you are a journalist?

Shocking, isn't it?

You can do your writing over there, if you like.

ABIGAIL: Right.

Guess I better get started.

(inhales deeply, spoon clatters) ♪ ♪ (sighs) I don't betray my friends.

(laughing): Friends?

Is that really what they are?

PHILEAS: If we leave at dawn and this guide is any good at all, then there's still a chance we'll make it to Allahabad.

Maybe we should rest up here for a few days, refresh ourselves, then make up time in some other way.

Out of the question!

We're not on a jaunt, we're on a mission!

Mm, I like that.

I'll give it to Miss Fix.

The Miss Fix who hasn't written a word since she found out her father's legs were made of clay?

Is that tea ready?

I'm absolutely parched.

♪ ♪ KNEEDLING (voiceover): Put this in his drink.

He'll sleep for a week, he'll lose his stupid wager, and all will be well with the world.

♪ ♪ (gunshots echoing) (sighs) (grunts) Oh, for God's sake, Passepartout!

Do be more careful!

(in French): Don't start babbling in French.

Just clear it up and make me a cup of tea!

I'm hardly being unreasonable-- it's your job.

PASSEPARTOUT: PHILEAS: Now, listen here, Passepartout... PASSEPARTOUT (shouting): (Abigail sighs) (groaning): I miss you, Grayson.

(birds twittering, people talking in background) (sighs) (breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ (sighs) SAMANAZ: What are you writing?

Nothing.

Every word I used to write I'd imagine my father reading.

I lived to impress him, I see that now.

No longer?

No longer.

Take your clothes off.

I beg your pardon?

I can't dress you wearing that-- what is this?

A corset.

(chuckles): It looks very uncomfortable.

Take it off.

(birds twittering) Hm?

Does this bit not get covered up?

Of course not!

Hm.

(people talking in distance, birds twittering) (Samanaz and Abigail talking in distance) I wasn't looking!

(sighs) (playing traditional music) (people laughing, talking) PHILEAS: How long do these ceremonies normally take?

Oh, I don't know.

You know, I never thought that I could have such a wedding.

I know I'm not a catch.

I'm poor, I've got no work.

But Samanaz says I'm genuine in my heart.

Well, she seems like a fine woman, and I'm sure she'll make you a fine wife.

Because you have such knowledge of women and love.

Are you married, Mr. Fogg?

(Passepartout laughs derisively) (laughing) (music, laughter continue) ARJAN: This lady has prepared her favorite dish for you.

Khatte chole.

(speaking Hindi) How splendid, thank you.

Thank you.

Umm... Utensil...?

Oh, we use our fingers, Mr. Fogg.

Of course we do.

(music playing, singing in background) Hot enough, Monsieur?

(breath trembling) Have some more, Monsieur.

It's good?

Mm.

(laughing) MAN (in Hindi): Gentlemen, the ladies are here.

(music continues) Miss Fix.

(breath trembling) Passepartout.

AOUDA: Beautiful.

Both of them.

(music continues) (Phileas exhales, Passepartout snorts) (music continues) (horse neighs in distance) (horse neighs) (laughter, music continue) He seems a fine fellow.

He is.

(music continues) Why exactly are you attempting to travel around the world in 80 days?

To see if it's possible, I suppose.

And if it is, what will you learn?

That you can go on a great journey and arrive back at exactly the same place that you began?

But in 80 days.

But what is the point?

Ah... You've undertaken this great journey and you don't even know why.

(horse neighs) Whoa!

Find him!

(dog barking) (horse nickers) Search the whole village!

(men shouting) PHILEAS (voiceover): We British have a long tradition of exploring new frontiers.

Yes, you are always looking for new places to grow your tea, that is true.

I think Britain has more than repaid India for the tea.

(men shouting, women screaming) Let's get this done, mate.

(shoves door in) With what?

Universities.

Which we've had for 2,000 years.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Really?

Um, well, then... (women screaming, men shouting) Railways.

Which are so good, you are here in my village asking to borrow my guide.

(laughs) (laughing) (dance music continues) SOLDIER: We've checked every house, sir!

(horse neighs) BATHURST: The hill!

(music continues) (soldiers shouting) NOORI: Arjan!

♪ ♪ Arjan?

Arjan?!

To bless you on your journey.

This is the tripundra.

I, I am so sorry.

If you would prefer me not to... No, no, go on.

♪ ♪ The three lines represent will, knowledge, and action.

(horse neighing) Sepoy Arjan Anand!

BATHURST: What on Earth are you people doing here?

Behaving rather better than you, by the looks of it.

Is there some sort of problem?

Sepoy Arjan Anand, show yourself!

There's no one here by that name.

(horse snorts) ARJAN (in Hindi): ♪ ♪ Where is he?

SAMANAZ (voiceover): BATHURST (voiceover): I will ask you one more time.

Where is he?

Samanaz... (door bursts open) (chickens clucking, wings fluttering) SAMANAZ: Arjan!

(Samanaz shouting in Hindi) Arjan!

BATHURST: Silence!

Arjan!

Sepoy Anand, you are under arrest for desertion of the Indian Army.

JIM: Samanaz, stop!

Don't point that at her.

Please, Jim.

Bleedin' hell, Arjan, what have you done?

Arjan had permission to leave from his commanding officer.

I am his commanding officer, and I gave no such permission.

Sepoy, attention!

SAMANAZ: No!

Please!

We're getting married tomorrow!

BATHURST: Not to this deserter, you're not.

ARJAN: SAMANAZ: AOUDA: Lieutenant, my name is Phileas Fogg.

There must be some sort of mistake here.

He's a deserter, sir-- no mistake.

He will be court-martialed tomorrow.

No!

ABIGAIL: What will happen to him?

BATHURST: If he's found guilty, he'll be transported overseas to Malacca.

SAMANAZ (crying): No!

No!

No!

Back to camp!

Arjan!

Arjan!

No!

(Samanaz screaming) No!

Arjan!

(people talking in background, Samanaz sobbing) ♪ ♪ Arjan... Monsieur?

There you are.

Pack everything up, we're leaving.

We've just got here.

The wedding's off-- they can release the guide.

We can still make the 7:00 a.m. from Allahabad.

Did you see what just happened?

The bride and groom were pulled apart on the day before their wedding.

Mm, don't be so soppy and French.

No wonder you chaps don't have an empire.

(birds twittering) This really is just about a bet to you, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes!

Stop looking for ulterior motives!

A friend bet me I couldn't do this thing.

I'm going to prove that I can.

No matter what it costs?

Well, the boy lied to her and broke her heart.

If we catch the train or miss the train, her heart remains broken.

It is going to be a long night, Monsieur.

Some tea before we go?

Finally, a good idea.

You told my guide to get ready to take you to Allahabad.

Yes.

A little forward of you.

Oh, I'm, I'm so sorry.

Um, we're in a hurry-- I meant no disrespect.

AOUDA: I will of course expect payment.

PHILEAS: Oh, yes, of course, um...

I do not want your money.

I want you to talk to the lieutenant.

Persuade him to release Arjan.

That'll be my payment.

I can't do that.

AOUDA: He will listen to you.

PHILEAS: He's an officer in the Army.

He will not, and should not, listen to me.

One of his soldiers deserted.

He'll be court-martialed and punished.

AOUDA: Get him to release Arjan or no guide.

No guide, no 80 days.

♪ ♪ You could fall out of love with a country.

Thank you.

I suppose I'll have to talk to the wretched man.

I say "man," he looked about 12.

Forgive me if I seem a little callous, Passepartout.

This is not our business-- we must not get embroiled in this.

Give the lieutenant my card, ask him to join me for supper.

I'll speak up for the lad and we'll be on our way.

♪ ♪ (exhales) That hit the spot.

SAMANAZ (voiceover): How could he have done this to me?

He told me he had permission from his commanding officer.

Maybe he was refused permission, just wanted to be with you.

To marry you.

I need to see him.

Now?

He'll be under armed guard.

I don't care, I need to speak to Arjan.

This is the Army, Samanaz-- they won't let you see him.

(man shouting orders, soldiers repeating) (tent flap rustles) The boys wanted you to have this.

(chain rattles) Thank you.

If it turns out bad, Arjan, I'll keep an eye on her for you.

(soldiers shouting in distance) Try to get some sleep.

(tent flap rustles) (bird calling) ♪ ♪ PHILEAS: Patum Peperium.

The Gentleman's Relish.

I've been saving it for a special occasion.

Thank you, sir.

How long have you been out here in India?

Six months.

And in the Army?

Six months.

Have you ever been in love, Lieutenant?

(pouring) That's a bit of a personal question, Mr. Fogg.

I could ask you the same question.

Well, I asked it first, didn't I?

(Phileas snorts, chuckles) Actually, I have a fiancée back in England.

Would you care to see a photograph of her?

Oh, very much, yes.

Her name is... (audio distorting) ...Penelope.

(laughter distorting) (murmurs) (grunts, chuckles) You find my fiancée's face amusing?

Oh, no, of course not-- she's extremely beautiful.

(stifling laugh) ♪ ♪ All right.

(laughs) Listen, Bathurst... (clears throat, deepens tone): Bathurst... (overly enunciating): I wanted to talk to you about Sepoy Arjan.

(clears throat) (resumes normal voice): He's a young man.

And he's made a mistake.

Could you see to it to drop the charges?

(audio distorting) Just this once?

BATHURST: You're asking a British officer in the Indian Army to look the other way?

(clears throat): Yes, I am.

No.

(laughing hysterically) PASSEPARTOUT: You look tired, Monsieur.

It's been a long day.

PHILEAS: Actually, Passepartout, I feel absolutely tip-top.

(crickets chirping, people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (horse neighing, people talking in background) (whispering): Careful.

♪ ♪ SAMANAZ (whispering): Arjan.

(whispers): Samanaz?

ARJAN (in Hindi): (crickets chirping, dog barking in distance) ARJAN: ARJAN: (chain rattles) ARJAN: (Arjan sighs) (chain rattles) (exhales) (blade sings) ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) SAMANAZ and ARJAN: SAMANAZ: ♪ ♪ Is it me or is it getting awfully hot?

(clears throat) PASSEPARTOUT: Perhaps it is time to go to sleep.

Stop telling me to go to sleep!

BATHURST: I should retire myself.

Busy day tomorrow.

And it starts with... (clears throat) ...the court-martial of young Arjan.

Yes.

Yes.

How many courts-martial... (audio distorting) ...martial courts... ...have you... ...overseen?

None!

BATHURST: That is completely... (smacks lips) (normal audio resumes) That is completely immaterial.

The man will get a fair hearing.

If your mother was here now, how would she want you to behave?

Hm?

With, with kindness and empathy?

(growling): Or with by-the-book rigidity?

My mother is dead, sir.

She died when I was five years old.

(laughing hysterically) Right.

(laughing): Oh, Lieutenant, please forgive me!

You are a disgrace!

Oh, please, Lieutenant, forgive me!

(screeching with laughter) (laughing): Why did I laugh, Passepartout?

Because you are tired and you need to sleep and... (Passepartout cries out, Phileas roars) (chortles) (Phileas exclaiming heartily) Monsieur!

Where are you, Miss Fix?

♪ ♪ (horses trotting outside, bell tolling hour) ROBERTS: Would you like me to get you a cab, Mr. Fortescue?

(slurring): No, Roberts, I would not like that.

Do you have children, Roberts?

No, sir.

To be loved by your own child is a fine thing.

Perhaps the finest thing that can ever happen to a man.

I had a daughter once.

You still do, sir.

She won't want a father like me, will she?

A liar.

(clears throat) A fraud.

Are you sure I can't get you that cab, sir?

I said no and I mean no!

♪ ♪ I was loved by a child once.

A remarkable child.

To be honest, I never really got on with Wagner.

All really heavy going.

My friend Fortescue, on the other hand, laps it up.

Says it's profound-- do you know Fortescue?

Monsieur is talking to a cow.

What have you done to your nose?

You punched me.

Don't be ridiculous-- have you met Boris?

Boris plays violin for the Philharmonic Society of London.

Strictly speaking, second violin, but he's still very good, oh, very good.

ABIGAIL: Mr. Fogg?

Miss Fix!

Have you fixed everything?

(laughter echoing) What's happening?

Is he sick?

I don't know.

I'll get my mother, she'll know what to do.

(Phileas humming) ♪ Oh, the roast beef of Old England ♪ ♪ And old English roast... ♪ ABIGAIL: It's so unlike him.

PASSEPARTOUT: Maybe he's a secret drinker.

(mooing, audio distorts) ABIGAIL: We can't just do nothing!

PASSEPARTOUT: I'm a manservant, not a doctor.

♪ And old English roast beef ♪ Come on!

Monsieur!

♪ Oh, the roast beef of old England ♪ This is, this is a cow!

♪ And old ♪ ♪ English roast beef ♪ Come, Monsieur.

PHILEAS: Everybody!

Mr.... Mr. Fogg, Mr. Fogg... ♪ Oh, the roast beef of Old England ♪ Mr. Fogg!

♪ And old English roast beef ♪ PASSEPARTOUT: Come on, come on.

PHILEAS: I love you.

This way.

(Phileas grunts, chuckles) Sorry.

Let's go!

(dog barking) (thunder crashes) AOUDA: Has he been drinking?

Just tea.

Is it typhoid?

I am Alexander of Macedon.

Who gave me unmixed wine?

Please be careful.

Monsieur?

(thunder rumbles) Come down!

(thunder crashes) (gasps) Mr. Fogg!

I think he's having a convulsion!

Do something!

I can't help him if I don't know what's wrong with him!

(shivering, breathing sharply) Come.

I've never seen a man so sick.

Well, if anybody can help him, it will be my mother.

I think he may have taken this.

You think?

I know.

ABIGAIL: I'm here, Mr. Fogg.

We're all here.

Why would he take datura seeds?

I took a bribe to slow him down.

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

AOUDA: How much did you give him?

One of those?

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

(panting): Please, help him.

It's just water.

PASSEPARTOUT: Please.

(sighs): Keep him cool and keep him awake.

If he falls asleep, he may never wake up.

Samanaz.

I need your help with the medicine.

♪ ♪ PASSEPARTOUT (audio distorting): That's right, Monsieur, just stay awake.

ABIGAIL: Medicine for what?

This makes no sense.

When I left him, he was perfectly fine.

(softly): It's not a vest, matron.

Clearly, it's, it's a sleeveless undershirt.

In the land of the elephants and gods... And elephant gods.

(cough hacking) (thunder crashes) PASSEPARTOUT (in French): (Phileas grunts, thunder crashes) (thunder crashing) (panting) I'll get him some more water.

He's hot, so hot.

(grunts): Keep him awake.

(breathing slowly) Mr. Fogg?

(grunts) (thunder rumbling) ♪ ♪ (crying softly) (speaking Hindi): Stay with me, Mr. Fogg.

Please, Mr. Fogg.

Phileas.

Phileas?

Estella?

No, it's me, Abigail.

My darling Estella, you came back!

I always knew you would.

I always knew you-- well, no, I didn't know, but I hoped.

I dreamed.

Mr. Fogg... Feel my heart, Estella.

It's always been yours.

Waiting for you.

(laughs): Now you're finally here, I can tell you everything!

(breathlessly): I'm, I'm traveling the world.

Like we planned.

(giggling) France, Italy.

I've had such adventures.

I, I flew across the Alps.

I saved a young boy's life.

That's wonderful.

I just want you to be proud of me.

Just once.

You see, Estella, I've been alone for such a very long time.

You were right to go.

To leave me.

I could never have been good enough for you.

I think you knew that from the start.

I think we both knew.

(footsteps approaching quickly) What are you doing?

Wake him up!

I'm sorry, I...

I didn't mean... Wake up, please!

(panting) Get him up!

(grunts) ♪ ♪ AOUDA: How is he?

He nearly slept.

I'm sorry.

AOUDA: Sit him down.

(grunting) He must drink this.

Ah.

Make sure he drinks all of it.

Only then can we let him sleep.

Thank you.

Do not thank me yet.

(crickets chirping, chickens clucking) Has he ever mentioned anyone called Estella to you?

No.

He thought I was her.

He thought I was Genghis Khan.

No, this was real.

I could see the emotion in his eyes.

It was incredibly powerful.

He looked at me with such love, such adoration.

Maybe a puppy he was given for Christmas.

(grunts) There was someone in his life called Estella, someone he very clearly loved.

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

I just can't imagine Fogg being with a woman, can you?

(sighs) I'll try very hard not to.

I don't think we're here because of a silly bet in the Reform Club, I think we're here because once upon a time, Phileas Fogg loved a woman called Estella.

No.

We are here, risking our lives, risking his, because he took a stupid wager.

You're wrong, Passepartout, I feel sure of it.

We're here because a woman broke his heart.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (breathing steadily) (clock ticking) (gasps) (birds chirping) (children playing outside, rooster crowing) Estella.

(bugle playing) (bugle stops) (rooster crowing, people talking in background) Oh, hello!

Oh!

(chuckling) Thank you.

ABIGAIL: You're awake!

Ah!

Oh!

Did something happen last night?

Everyone's so inordinately pleased to see me.

As am I, sir.

AOUDA: You are alive.

Well, I mean, I feel like an elderly badger's died in my mouth, but I'm very much alive, yes.

I will send for our best guide.

Guide?

To take you to your train at Allahabad.

Well, I believe I believe I have some other business to attend to first.

I need to speak to the lieutenant about young Arjan.

You already did.

Did I?

How did it go?

Um, he showed you a picture of his fiancée and you laughed.

When's the boy's court-martial?

ABIGAIL: Now.

Now?!

♪ ♪ JIM: You're up, Arjan.

All the boys are rooting for you.

PHILEAS: The last thing I remember clearly is drinking some tea, and then... PASSEPARTOUT: The food was very spicy-- perhaps some sort of reaction.

It wasn't the food-- you were absolutely doolally.

Was I?

You really don't remember anything?

No, just some dreams, very vivid dreams.

Did I say anything?

No, nothing.

Hm.

♪ ♪ All rise!

This court is in session.

Lieutenant Aldous Cecil Bathurst presiding.

(horse neighing in distance) This summary court-martial is hereby ordered to convene on this day, the third of November in the year of our Lord 1872.

Sepoy Arjan Anand, you are charged with the crime of desertion of your post whilst on duty with Her Majesty's Army.

How do you plea?

Guilty, sir.

(crowd murmuring) Very well.

Before we move to sentencing, do you have anything you wish to say by way of mitigation?

Sir, if I may, I have prepared something that I would like to read to the court.

When I first went to Narupani, my intentions was only to follow the orders I had been given, to conduct a census of the local people.

BATHURST: Those were my orders.

You disobeyed my orders.

I did not disobey them lightly, sir.

But disobey them you did.

Because I knew we would be moving out afterwards, and that would mean a lifetime of unhappiness, knowing that I would never see the woman that I love again.

(horse neighing in distance) I believe I am of good character.

My service record shows several distinctions, including one for bravery during the floods in Maharastra.

I respectfully ask the court to consider this, and ask for mercy in sentencing.

Your statement has been noted, Sepoy.

Nonetheless, the crime you have pleaded guilty to is amongst the most serious any soldier could commit.

PHILEAS: Wait!

PHILEAS: I object!

(crowd murmuring) To what?

Uh, I'm not sure yet, I just do.

BATHURST: You're not an Army officer.

You're not an elected advocate.

You have no right to speak in this court.

Where is the officer who will speak for Arjan?

There is not another British officer for a hundred miles.

I will undertake that role myself.

Judge, jury, and executioner?

SAMANAZ: Arjan, tell him that you want Mr. Fogg to speak on your behalf.

PHILEAS: Well, I... SAMANAZ: Yes.

Sir, I wish for this man to speak on my behalf.

Good.

Very well, I will make an exception.

The floor is yours, Mr. Fogg.

(quietly): Go.

(clears throat) Morning, um...

Your honor.

I am not a judge.

Sir, um...

Uh, first of all, I should start with an apology.

Um, when you showed me the photograph of your fiancée, um, I'm told I may have laughed.

(crowd chuckling) Which, which is completely ridiculous, as, as she's a very fine-looking young woman.

This is a military hearing, Mr. Fogg.

You will kindly keep my fiancée out of it.

When I spoke to you last night, I was not well, I was not myself, and, uh, I'd hate your bad opinion of me to color your opinion of Sepoy Anand.

Get on with it, man!

(quietly): Can I have some water?

Tell him no one should be punished for falling in love.

Sir... (clears throat) Sir.

Sepoy Anand is innocent.

No, no, he's not.

We've already established that.

Have we?

ARJAN: Yes, sir.

Guilty as charged.

Right.

(quietly): I've got nothing to say!

It's about character.

Mm, I barely know him!

You know yourself.

It's in here.

This is a waste of time-- Sepoy Anand, you may believe that abandoning your company in pursuit of a woman makes you some kind of romantic hero.

It does not.

It makes you a deserter.

You are not a hero.

You are a coward.

Whether in peacetime or in war, desertion is... PHILEAS: I object!

Will you stop objecting?!

PHILEAS: No, damn it, I will not!

I object to that word.

This man risked everything.

His reputation, his career, his freedom!

To be with the woman he loved.

Have you seen action yet, Lieutenant Bathurst?

That is neither, neither here nor there.

When you do, when you hear the screams of your wounded comrades... And the smoke, and the sweat, the blood in your eyes, the whine of the bullets, and the slash of the sword...

When you lead these fine men into the teeth of the enemy... For God's sake, man, spit it out!

PHILEAS: What will push you on?

Duty?

Orders?

A flag?

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

The face of a fiancée, perhaps?

The face of... Penelope, yes?

Sepoy Anand was faced with the same prospect.

He was not faced with death.

Well, he may as well have been.

To have lived the rest of his life without the woman he loved.

Knowing she's out there, and knowing he'll never see her again.

(gasps) He's a young man, it was too much for him.

BATHURST: You think love is a legitimate reason to desert?

Oh, I think it's the best possible reason.

When you have found love, real love... Life without it has no purpose.

So you will fight with every shred of strength you possess.

You will ignore orders, and the people that give them.

You will disregard common sense, and the done thing, and the words of your friends.

You will do whatever it takes to hold on to it, and if you do not, then, then, you're a coward.

I took a commission from the Queen!

Well, the Queen would understand.

The Queen would agree!

She of all people knows what it's like to have loved and lost.

♪ ♪ If it were Penelope, would you honestly say you would've behaved any differently to this man?

♪ ♪ Sepoy, attention!

Sepoy Arjan Anand...

I hereby sentence you to be dishonorably discharged from Her Majesty's Army.

You will forfeit all privileges and pay with immediate effect.

(voice trembling): Sir?

Get out of my sight.

(cheering and applauding) (laughing) (laughing) (laughing, cheering) She's a very beautiful woman, Lieutenant.

Go home and marry her.

(people talking in background) Thank you so much!

(murmuring) ABIGAIL: Well done, Mr. Fogg!

Rather surprised myself.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Right.

♪ ♪ For you.

Are you sure?

Of course.

You can wear it for your own wedding.

(laughs) I'm sorry we can't stay longer.

Apparently, we have a new expedition leader and he's very strict.

PASSEPARTOUT (voiceover): When you're ready, Miss Fix.

Time and estuary wait for no man.

Or woman.

ABIGAIL: Tide!

PASSEPARTOUT (speaking French): Not in a million years.

PASSEPARTOUT: Come on, Monsieur Fogg, we have a train to catch.

Thank you, Aouda.

For saving my life.

♪ ♪ AOUDA (voiceover): I hope you find what you're looking for, Mr. Fogg.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (typewriter clacking) (people calling in background) (carriage return dings) ♪ ♪ MAN: Hong Kong can be a dangerous place for unwary travelers.

MAN: Passepartout?

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

WOMAN: I read Miss Fix's article.

What article?

(gasps) PHILEAS: I thought you were my friend.

ABIGAIL: I am your friend!

But can you be trusted?

PASSEPARTOUT: No!

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