Around the World in 80 Days

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CROWD SHOUTING

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Morning, Grayson.

Morning, sir.

We really must get some bigger cups.

If you'll just allow me, sir.

CLOCK CHIMES

What's that, Grayson? Sir?

This postcard.

Where did this come from, Grayson? There's no postmark.

I... I...

Grayson!

Who brought this postcard into my house?

The postman, sir.

That'll be all.

Is it bad news, sir?

JAUNTY MUSIC

BELL RINGS

Why aren't the presses rolling? Are we late?

We can't be late, Miss. Your father would have us all sacked.

LAUGHS

Don't worry, Miss Fortescue. I typeset every letter myself.

Worried? I'm not worried.

It's just my first credit, that's all.

Nothing remotely important.

BELL RINGS

MAN SHOUTS

Here, Miss.

MURMUR OF VOICES

Morning, Passepartout.

Or "Bonjour, ma cherie" I think it was?

Come.

Edith. Lovely, pretty Edith.

Passepartout.

How I envy him.

Who?

The man out there who is going to meet you,

fall in love with you, marry you, have children with you.

But...I've already met him.

It's you, Passepartout.

You deserve much more than me.

Find a good man, a man who wants to settle down.

It's for the best, cherie, I promise you.

MAN CLEARS THROAT

We're here to work.

Morning, Fogg.

Late this morning, Foggy?

Not like you.

Everything all right?

Everything's fine.

Why wouldn't it be fine?

Mmm. I like this piece, Fortescue.

With the opening of the railway between Rothal and Allahabad,

this fellow Penrose claims it's now possible to circumnavigate the globe

in a mere 80 days. SCOFFS

Absolute rot, of course.

It's not rot, actually.

What I mean to say is, if a man was well-organised,

and of a resilient and indefatigable nature,

took advantage of recent technological advances...

You and your technological advances.

I'm serious, Fortescue.

Only last night I was reading about a balloon contraption

a chap in Paris has invented, a Mr Lome.

Imagine going up in a balloon invented by a Frenchman.

Oh! Er, sorry.

Excuse my hands, monsieur.

I shall have the hake in herb butter. Bellamy?

Er...pork chop.

Green beans.

Mr Fogg will have his usual brown Windsor soup

and then the boiled beef.

Tres bien, monsieur.

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

Not in 80 days, obviously, but...I could have done it.

Yes, I remember it well. You made it as far as Victoria Station.

Dover, actually.

Some are born to adventure, and others, frankly, are not.

Do you remember that time he cried when Matron told him

not to wear a vest in August?

Now that's enough, Bellars. The brown Windsor.

Madam! Madam, this is members only! No women allowed!

Really? Watch me.

Good Lord! Madam! Madam, please!

There you are. Abigail! What on earth...

Can you tell me what is wrong with this otherwise carefully researched

and expertly conveyed article? Abigail, will you please calm down?

I'll enlighten you, shall I, Father?

It appears to have been written by a Mr Charles Penrose.

Well, I have my readers to consider.

It's 1872!

Would your readership really suffer a mass coronary

if they discovered a woman had written this? Abigail,

this is neither the time nor the place. I'm very sorry, madam.

I must insist that you leave. You're frightening the members.

My office. Two o'clock.

We'll discuss the matter then. Will you please show the lady out?

AGITATED MUTTERING

Terribly sorry about that. No, no, no, no, not at all.

Seems to have grown into a very fine young lady. Yes, I think so.

If you want my advice, Madame...

Which I do not. ..you're best out of it.

This is a place where souls come to die.

BELL TOLLS

One roly-poly pudding, one Eton mess, and one spotted dick.

She may be a woman, Fortescue,

but your daughter's written a fascinating piece.

Everything would have to run in a chap's favour, of course -

weather, war, rail, sail. But it's possible.

It's more than possible.

Someone will achieve this. Well, it won't be you.

Oh, leave the man alone. One spotted dick.

Now, let's see if the new chef has mastered the sultana ratio.

Roly-poly.

TICKING

And the Eton mess.

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WHIRRING

It will, actually.

Sorry, Foggy? What will what?

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

Or less.

THEY LAUGH

ALL LAUGH

My dear fellow.

Has something happened, Fogg?

Nothing's happened.

Not for years.

I'll start today.

One o'clock?

With any luck I'll make

the overnight sailing from Dover to Calais.

By Jove, I think he's serious!

Never more so, Bellamy.

Care to put your money where your mouth is?

Absolutely not. Stop this foolishness, both of you.

Ten thousand pounds.

What?

MURMURING

Ten thousand pounds.

What do you say, Fogg?

Or are you just like that Froggy balloon - full of hot air?

Twenty thousand.

SHOCKED MURMURING

You have yourself a wager, sir.

I'll see you all back here - no later than one o'clock

on...

..Christmas Eve.

CLOCK CHIMES

CLICKS BUTTON

Please, Edith. Just leave me alone!

Please, don't cry.

You.

Leave her alone.

That was my intention.

But the lady is crying, and I will not stand...

Stop it! Kenny, stop!

Edith. After you have finished your shift we will go to the park

and I will explain why...

I told you to leave that girl alone! WOMAN SCREAMS

What is going on here?!

Sir, I'd never...

SQUEALING

You French...!

Are we finished?

He's fainted! Good God.

Merde.

Call the police! Au revoir, mes amis.

You stay where you are! Phileas!

Phileas, you can't go on your own.

Well, I won't be on my own. Grayson will be with me.

Grayson? He hasn't left the house in 20 years!

Bellboy! Yes, sir?

Little errand for you. Thank you.

Phileas!

Phileas, please!

Come back.

Fogg!

May the best man win.

Thank you.

See you in the morning!

LAUGHTER

WHISTLE BLOWS

Allow me, Monsieur. Can I help you?

I have been sent by the agency, Monsieur. Your new valet.

Call the police!

Phileas! You can't go on your own.

Bellboy! Yes, sir?

Get round to Fritton's Agency quick-smart, have them send

their finest man to this address. Of course.

Phileas, please! Come back!

Mr Roberts has asked for you urgently. I'll take care of this.

Ah! You're the best on their books?

WHISTLE Stay back, please!

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