01x02 - Episode 2

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

Someone will achieve this.

Well, it won't be you.

It will, actually.

You have yourself a wager, sir.

Has something happened, Fogg?

Nothing's happened. Not for years.

I'll start today. Phineas!

Phineas, you can't go on your own!

Well, I won't be on my own.

Passepartout, monsieur,
at your service.

Miss Fortiscue?
Miss Fix, actually.

I'm here to cover your progress
for the Daily Telegraph. What? No.

Next stop, Paris.

My insane brother and his friends
are going to assassinate

the president of France.

Liberte! Gerard!

Whoever gave you this
saved your life, monsieur.

We must leave Paris.
Do you know this place?

Why? Just trust me!

TRANSLATION FROM ITALIAN

Papa!

PASSENGERS CHUCKLE

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

This really is the only way
to travel!

BRANCHES SNAP

We could have all died!
But we didn't.

How was I to know which way was up
and which was down?

It said so on the lever!

What sort of man marks
the dials in French?

A Frenchman!

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

WATCH TICKS

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 speed and
reliability of trains and boats,

that should make
an enormous difference.

I was hoping for a little
more colour.

Did you travel a lot as a boy?

Is that where you got
your travel bug?

Technological innovation
and new forms of travel.

Erm...

Did you know, for instance,
Mr Lome'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,
come on, come on, come on...

Who has inspired you?

Alexander the Great?
Richard the Lionheart?

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

Answer the questions. Make her stop.

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.

PASSENGERS LAUGH

I was right!

Bless the Italians! For what?

For the three o'clock to Brindisi...
bang on time!

Hello!

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

Stop!

Stop there! Halt!

Halt! Desist!

BRAKES SQUEAL

Excellent!

He's done that?

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.

Seriously...

..there's not a snowball's hope
in hell of making it

around the world in 80 days.

Uh, probably not. But, uh...

..he has Abigail at his side.

She's a force of nature,
so who knows?

Do we stop anywhere?

Straight through to Brindisi.

Splendid. We can catch a steamer
from there to the Suez Canal.

Great. Your compartment, Mr Fogg.

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.

Certo.

Third class is at the very
rear of the train.

A few of us are playing cards
tonight in the guard's 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 travellers?

Certainly. Of course.

Please.

CHICKENS SQUAWK

Anyone know any good songs?

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.

Uh, journalist, actually. Si.

This is Signor Fazi.
Welcome, Mr Fogg.

Pleasure.

My wife, Eva. Mr Fogg.

Did you really fly to Italy
in that contraption?

Such valour and skill.

Oh, well, you're...
you're far too kind, signora.

Just a man going about his business.

Valour 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 odour in company?

Ahem!

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 Niccolo Moretti.

HE WINCES

Pleasure.

BREAD CRUNCHES

HE GROANS

From Piedmont.

HE SNIFFS

Olive oil, garlic...

..and chopped anchovies?

Si. Si.

Something else.

Truffle!

TRANSLATION FROM ITALIAN

No.

Mmm!

PASSENGERS LAUGH

Mmm!

It's absolutely incredible, Mr Fogg.

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

Certainly, madame.

Or die trying.

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.

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?

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.

You have travelled extensively,
Mr Fogg?

Ah, I wouldn't say extensively,
exactly, erm...

Ah... Well, 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.

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?

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

Edinburgh, Paris. Where else?

Italy.

You have my sympathies, Miss Fix!

Travelling around the world
with a great adventurer -

a man who once went to Edinburgh!

Chin-chin.
HE CHUCKLES

Does your wife mind you gallivanting
all around the world, Mr Fogg?

Alas, there is no Mrs Fogg.

Oh.

You've never found
the right woman, or...?

No. Well...

Long time ago.

You used to come to our house
for Sunday lunch

and you never talked about women.
A woman.

And you, Miss Fix,
you have a fiance?

Good grief, no!

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

Where's your wife, Mr Moretti?

In a coffin in Pisa.

I am so sorry.

As am I.

My deepest sympathies
to both of you.

I am taking the boy to live
with my sister in Brindisi.

We decided he needs a woman's care.

Mr Fogg.

Have you read this?
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.

Do you think that one day man will
be able to travel to the moon?

Well, now, that's quite a question.

Don't feel you have to answer it.

I see you British have legalised
the trade unions, Fogg,

that will come back to bite you.

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?
Is this the mysterious woman?

So why not the moon? Hm?

I have made a model of a 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.

Odd.

He generally prefers the company
of women.

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? Erm...

Look! Oh!

Oh!

No, just a drop of water.
No harm done.

No. No!

No, no!

HE MUMBLES

This is your fault, Fogg.
You encouraged him.

Bravo, bravo!

Your Mr Fogg is annoying
Signor Moretti.

He is very good at annoying people.

THEY CHUCKLE

She likes newspapers.

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...it was an accident,
so, 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...

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!

Go to bed, Signor Fogg!

Before I thrash you in front
of my boy!

What on earth is going on here?

Mr Fogg was about to go to bed.

Isn't that right?

Mr Fogg...

He is a fraud, Miss Fix.

You are travelling around
the world...

..with a fraud.

HE CRIES

There you are, Passepartout.

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.

When Fogg talked to Lome 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 eyes.

But tonight?

Oh!

What's he done now?

Use the wrong fork?

He's not the man I thought he was.

In fact, I'm not sure
he's much of a man at all.

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.

Miss Fix, you are naive to
the ways of the real world.

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

Don't patronise me...French person!

Besides, you know nothing about me.

None of us know anything
about any of us.

I am 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...

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...

ALL TALK OVER EACH OTHER

GLASS SMASHES

Oh, stop fighting now!

MEN SHOUT

Get off him!

Get off!

Agh!

HE GROANS

HE WINCES

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 off without us.

It is true that...
when life gets complicated...

..I find somewhere where it is,
erm...

..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.

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 his shave.

Go away.

Monsieur.

Down the hatch.

SHE GULPS

Mm.

Did you find him?

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

How did he seem?

Like a wet Sunday afternoon
in Nantes.

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

It happens.

KNOCK ON DOOR

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 apologise.

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 hardly remember.

Was he proud of you?

FOGG SCOFFS

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 sure I'm quite 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?

BRAKES SCREECH

You should have asked, mademoiselle.

I would have got you a spoon.

If you laugh, I'll k*ll you.

What's happened?

An earthquake has cracked
the bridge.

I'm sorry, everyone.

We will have to go back.

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.

You are both completely hopeless.

HE CRIES

Are you a doctor?

We need to get him to
a hospital quickly.

It's six hours back to Rome.

He doesn't have six hours.

How far to Brindisi?

If we were on that side
of the bridge, two hours.

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

HE SOBS

Technically, this is possible.

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

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.

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
provide the strength.

It's all about load and balance.

All the coal and some of the water
will have to be jettisoned.

That's insane.

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

ALBERTO: If Mr Fogg
says it can be done...

..I believe!

ALBERTO SOBS

Can you do it?

Yes.

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.

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.

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.

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,
or most 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.

Positions, everyone!

Passepartout, take this bucket.

Why do I need a bucket?

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.

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.

When we're ready to leave,
I'll sound the whistle!

Ready, Passepartout?

Ready, monsieur!

Here we go.

Stay still!

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

Slowly.

Ease ahead. Gently now.

Good luck, Mr Fogg!

Buona fortuna!

TRAIN CREAKS

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

Start to drop the sand!

We're going over.

I think it's working.

CREAKING

Oh! Ah!

Monsieur Fogg!

The wheels are spinning
and I've dropped the bucket!

Stop, stop, stop!

BRAKES SQUEAL

What is happening?

What is happening?!

We're over the gap.

No sudden movements!

Come on.

Come on!

CREAKING

HE MUTTERS TO HIMSELF

Where are you going?!

Just give me a second to think.

We need more grip on the wheels.

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 WHISTLES

You had one job.

We go again, monsieur!

Ready?

Slowly.

Slowly, slowly. Good.

HE MUTTERS TO HIMSELF

CREAKING

That's it, keep going.

Faster.

Let's push her through.

THEY SHOUT JOYFULLY

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

PASSENGERS CHEER

Good job, Miss Fix.

Never in doubt,
Monsieur Passepartout.

Hey!

Don't stop here!

We have to keep going!

Not that simple. We have no coal.
I told you, Mr Fogg.

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.

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.

Don't let him sleep, monsieur.

Wake him up! Trust me.

ALBERTO: Anything is possible.

Passepartout, we are getting
low on wood!

The driver thinks he can make it.

Do not let him sleep.

TRAIN CLATTERS

Wait until my father
reads about this.

Fogg!

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

Mr Fogg...

What is it, Alberto?

..I think you are...

..exactly the man for the job.

Crazy man.

But brilliant.

But crazy.

But brilliant!

What are you going to do?

Find out which one he is, I suppose.

And you?

SHIP'S HORN BLARES

I nearly got us all k*lled.

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?

Oui, Monsieur. I think we should.

So do I.

Arabia. Onwards.

HORN BLARES

NEY FLUTE PLAYS

Assalaamu Alaikum.

From a Mr Bellamy, sir, in London.