Around the World in 80 Days Page #2

progress waits for no one.

So now you're an expert

on the bank thief as well.

Give us the benefit

of your ineffable wisdom, Fogg.

Twenty-six minutes ago,

a ship left Dover for Paris.

From there, the thief

takes the Orient Express,

where he transfers to a steamer,

from Istanbul to India.

In little over a month,

that man could be in China.

If we're to believe Fogg's calculations,

he will have circled the globe

and returned to England in a fortnight.

Actually, by my calculations, it would

be closer to, uh, exactly 80 days.

Outstanding idea.

Well, then, Fogg,

let's see you circumnavigate the world

in 80 days.

I... That would be

a fruitless use of my time.

I'm on the verge of numerous...

countless... scientific breakthroughs.

You coward. Admit it.

It cannot be done.

It can! I could do it.

A wager.

10,000.

Unlike you and your colleagues,

money does not inspire me.

I believe every man has his price.

Even you, o noble Phileas Fogg.

There must be something I could offer

that would be worthy of your time.

There is. Your position as head

of the Royal Academy.

I could lead Britain

and the rest of the world

into a new age of progress

and discovery.

- Fair enough.

- What?

I, Lord Kelvin, hereby vow

to surrender my position as minister

of science to Phileas Fogg...

- No!

- No! No!

if he can circumnavigate

the globe...

in no more than 80 days.

But if he cannot,

he must never set foot

in this academy again,

he must tear down that abhorrent eyesore

he calls a laboratory,

and he must swear...

never to invent again.

Just as I always suspected, Fogg.

You promise so much, yet you deliver...

oh, nothing.

- I'll take your wager.

- What did you say?

I'll take your wager!

He did it.

Then it's done.

A man who has never set foot

out of England circling the globe.

This is going to be rather amusing.

History won't remember your amusement,

but it will be hard-pressed to forget

the moment I'm standing on the very top

step of the Royal Academy of Science.

By the strike of noon,

after I, Phileas Fogg,

have traveled around the world

in 80 days!

Oh, dear.

Mr. Fogg, we all pack and ready to go.

Mr. Fogg, are you in here?

Phileas! Phileas! Phileas!

- Uh...

- Mr. Fogg, are you well, sir?

Huh?

Uh, Passepartout.

Would you... sit with me a moment?

Yes, sir.

I risked everything,

my entire life's work.

For something you believe in.

Nothing could make

more sense than that, sir.

You are honorable, Passepartout.

But I'm afraid this was

a calamitous lapse of judgment.

- Mr. Fogg?

- Yes?

- Let your family...

- There is no one left to tell.

This house and my inventions

are all I have.

And a brave French valet that will help

you make it around the world in 80 days.

- You really believe we can succeed?

- Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes!

You're mad. We'll be sliced to pieces

before we reach India.

We're with you, sir!

Good luck!

Halt!

- Quite a contraption here, Mr. Fogg.

- Thank you, Inspector.

But I'm afraid I'm gonna have to detain

you and your valet until further notice.

This here doohickey is in violation

of the city's new vehicle code.

Vehicle code?

Code 431.

All vehicles

must be powered by horses.

Or other indigenous

quadruped creatures of the like,

excluding giraffes and...

You're driveling. Stand aside.

I'm about to embark upon

a journey around the world.

Not in this monstrosity,

you're not. No!

- Mm-mm.

- That's hot.

It's... Ow!

Time to go.

We have a boat to catch.

Stealing a police vehicle is not

an acceptable way to begin our journey.

- Not stealing. Borrowing.

- Excuse us.

We're borrowing this vehicle

to catch our ship to Paris,

if someone could inform

the appropriate authorities.

Bloody hell! Me brain's leakin'!

Ahh! Damn that nincompoop Fix.

What's the point of hiring

a corrupt police officer

if he can't abuse the law properly?

- Kitchner.

- Sir!

Tell Fix to pack his bags.

- He's going on a trip.

- Right away, sir.

Hmm. Smart man.

Passepartout, tell this

impudent fellow we must

leave within six and a half hours, or we

miss our connection in Constantinople.

Yes, sir. Please.

We are in a great hurry.

- Passepartout?

- Yes?

In French.

Sacre bleu, la champignon,

chateau, bien, franoise, voil,

ooh-la-la, foie de gras.

- What did he say?

- Uh...

He say...

- What?

- He says not to worry.

The next train will leave in five hours.

Good time for sightseeing.

Passepartout, this is

a scientific expedition, not a holiday!

I will not miss this train.

Ah!

- Very amazing.

- What?

What does it say?

Eddie Thomason will be

showing his inventions.

Thomas Edison? Here in Paris?

What a chance for you

to meet another great inventor.

I would quite like to tell him

about my whistle modification.

Good idea.

See? Exposition. Science.

I assure you these are not

the works of Thomas Edison.

Uh, I think he is

somewhere around here.

Wait a moment. This isn't science.

This is art.

- Yeah.

- Hmm.

That painting is highly inaccurate.

It's not supposed

to be accurate.

The artist views reality

through imagination

rather than simply recording it.

It is called "lmpressionism."

Well, um, I'm not impressed.

Trees are not violet,

grass is not charcoal,

and a man cannot...

fly.

You feel something.

You dream of flying.

Or of naked men.

- Sometimes.

- Ah.

The flying. N-N-Not the men.

I am glad you like my painting.

Monique La Roche.

Phileas Fogg. I must say, it's a lot

better than these amateurs.

What did he say?

Oh, no.

Non.

Goodness. What was that all about?

Well, a wealthy gentleman

bought my painting for a lot of money.

Champagne for everyone!

I'm still looking for Mr. Eddie.

Nice painting.

Have you considered

a career in schematic drawing?

No. It would be far too limiting.

At least your work

shows genuine promise.

Thank you. Those I painted

many months ago.

I was lacking inspiration.

I found some men

to help me find Mr. "Edimon."

- This way.

- Thank you. Thank you.

He's very eager.

Get him!

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Oh, it's terrible, no?

No, no, it's...

- clever.

- Oh.

Hmm. Yes.

- He's a clown.

- Mm-hmm.

And yet...

he's incredibly angry.

The irony is, uh, terrifying.

- Is that good?

- Is it?

Ah, this is interesting.

Without opposable thumbs,

a dog could never play poker.

Yes, they can.

Where have you seen

a dog playing poker?

Right there.

Perhaps I'm not the best judge.

Bandits! They come to take away

all the paintings!

- Quickly! Come this way!

- Passepartout!

Go, go, go!

Thank you, Miss La Roche.

You may just have saved our trip.

- There you are.

- I would, uh...

- I would like to repay you.

- Take me with you.

- What?

- I'm stifled here. Pigeonholed.

They think of me only

as a coat-check girl!

- Why?

- Because I am the coat-check girl.

- Ah.

- Look.

The leading art critic in Paris.

Look what he wrote

about one of my paintings.

- I can't read this. It's French.

- I wish I couldn't.

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