Around the World in 80 Days

The captain of the SS Carnatic has reported Mr Fogg as missing at sea,

and feared dead. Fogg is dead?

HELP! Who was that man with the gun?

Why would he do this to us?

My daughter - she was travelling with Mr Fogg.

One of the other two people missing is a woman - Miss Abigail Fix.

You were right about Bellamy, Passepartout.

Who else has a motive to sabotage our trip? He's not a bad sort.

I don't need to tell anybody here what kind of man Phileas Fogg was

because you all knew him. The very best kind of man.

Abandoning Estella like that is the thing I most regret.

And I've never felt that same close bond with anyone again.

Well, until this trip, with you two.

That's how we say goodnight, in France.

WHINNYING

Hey!

Hey!

WHINNYING

This is impossible.

Worse than that lifeboat. This'll save us a whole day.

Ooh.

Sorry. Sorry.

Ya!

TICKING

You know, looking at that won't make us go any faster.

The guard on the train said the Transcontinental

stopped at Iron Point to repair an axle.

He estimated an eight-hour delay, so...

..would put it in Battle Mountain sometime after five.

That was his best guess.

A lot riding on guesswork.

Informed guesswork. Also known as planning ahead.

WHINNYING

Did this planning involve bringing any food with us?

Is this all we have? Between leaving the ship

and boarding the train in San Francisco, we had 30 minutes.

I'm sorry I didn't have time to prepare a picnic.

There was all that business with the luggage too.

You only had to reclaim yours.

I had to go buy a whole new outfit.

Yes, I suppose that does excuse it.

The picnic?

No, the...

I can't believe the shipping company just gave away your clothes.

Donated to a sailors' charity.

At least it went to a good cause.

At this rate, my trousers will

make it round the world before we do.

CHAINS JANGLE

Hey, whoa.

TICKING ECHOES

WHINNYING

No need for that.

Your hands ain't empty.

What do you want?

Need a ride.

Ain't my problem, Mister.

It is now.

Why have we stopped?

Who are you?

Name's Bass Reeves.

US Deputy Marshal.

Lost a horse to a wrangler.

Heading for the railroad at Battle Mountain.

Taking this man back to Louisiana to stand trial.

- For what? - Violation of civil rights.

What does that mean? It's a political invention.

To stop people complaining about the treatment of the South

since the war. The war you lost.

I'm a gentleman, sir.

A man of honour.

This is a ridiculous conspiracy.

Judge'll decide that.

Looks like you're heading the same way.

Can take us into town.

Not so fast, Mister.

You two look like trouble in a box to me.

I ain't asking. I'm insisting.

This is Mr Fogg's hire. His call, I guess.

Well, um...

More weight slows us down.

He's a US Marshal. On government business.

With a dangerous criminal.

Don't be ridiculous, woman.

Call me ridiculous one more time.

I wouldn't do that, ma'am.

Call me ma'am again,

and you're next.

Get ready to fight. Now, stop. We're wasting time here.

So, the Marshal?

Well, we can't just leave him out here.

We sure can.

And I'll put you all on a Federal wanted list soon as I make town.

All right. Fine.

But can we please just get going?

Your funeral.

Much obliged.

Get in there.

I said, get in there.

Right, um...

Colonel Ambrose Abernathy.

Phileas Fogg. Fogg?

The adventurer?

Um...

Well, yes, I suppose. So this must be...

My companions. Abigail Fix, journalist,

and Passepartout.

I've been reading about you in the newspapers. Really?!

But they said you were all dead.

What?! Dead? When?

Read it in New York Times about a week ago.

Paper probably came out about a week before that. Dead?

Missing, and presumed drowned.

Did it say anything else? I think there was something

from Miss Fix's father. Fortescue. What did he say?

That he was heart-broken with grief, if I recall.

I told you we should have telegrammed from San Francisco.

There was no time. At Battle Mountain, then.

So Bellamy can send someone to kill us again?

But my poor father. Is not in danger.

It's safer for us to stay dead. Someone tried to kill you?

No! Yes.

It was a misunderstanding. He's actually an old friend.

Old friends do not hire assassins.

Passepartout might be right -

sending a telegram might stir things up. But...

I'll sort it out when I get back.

Man to man.

CHATTER

CLOCK BELL CHIMES

Mr Bellamy?

What do you want?

That is a court warrant for debt.

Pay up, or you'll be seeing me again.

Very soon.

WHINNYING

Take a GOOD look, if you like.

I'm so sorry. Forgive me.

Um, did you get that in the war?

From when I was a slave.

You were a slave?

So how did you end up a US Marshal?

Escaped from Texas when the war started.

North into Oklahoma.

Hid out in the Indian Territories till it was safe.

Took to farming.

But the Government thought escaping from the South

and living with the Cherokee meant that I might be useful.

Made me the first black man west of Mississippi with this badge.

We're a long way from Oklahoma.

Special tracking job.

Recovering this fugitive.

Is he important?

Not any more.

One on horseback, one on foot now.

Looks like Reeves got the Colonel walking.

Just going to make him easier to catch.

Now, let's go.

Why have we stopped?

Water. Horses need a drink.

Will it take long?

You know how these things are, Mr Fogg.

Some things just can't be rushed.

All right, time to stretch your legs, folks.

All righty.

Your associate, Mr Fogg.

French? Passepartout? Yes.

I thought the English despised the French.

Well, not individually.

I'm a great admirer of your country.

We share the same values, I think.

Honour.

Order.

Order? A place for everyone.

Everyone in their place.

So, Miss Sally,

have you ever thought about finding yourself a husband?

Course. Soon as I can find myself a man who'll let me

carry on doing whatever the hell I like.

But I ain't holding my breath!

THEY CHUCKLE

Abernathy - is he actually dangerous?

Some white folks down in Tennessee...

..formed a secret society.

Dressed up with robes and hoods.

Called themselves the Klan.

CHUCKLES

The what?

No joke.

They put their masks on...

..and they go out murdering black folk.

Abernathy?

One of the ringleaders.

People like to think that the war settled all this.

But men like that don't change.

Only, now, they work in the shadows.

Wear hoods.

But given half the chance...

Come on, come on, we're going to miss this blasted train.

Right, here we go.