Around the World in 80 Days Page #3

Why do you carry it?

When I do succeed,

I can throw it in his face, but for now,

I need a world journey to inspire me.

I'm inspired to get us

back on schedule.

Let's see. Wind velocity

approximately twelve knots,

factoring in air density...

Outstanding!

Passepartout, onward! Ah.

There we go. Passepartout,

tell him to keep the change.

Uh...

fromage, por favor.

We are going around

the world in 80 days!

The balloon cannot

support all this weight!

Your hot air should compensate, no?

Get off!

- What are they doing?

- They're being disorderly.

Hey! Let go! Let go!

Hey! Passepartout!

My valise! It has all my money in it.

Hey, lady, lady, lady! It's my bag.

No, that is my bag.

No, that's not your bag. It's my bag!

- No!

- You crazy.

Yes.

That tickles!

You took my bag.

Mr. Fogg!

- Good catch!

- Thank you.

Ooh!

Those are the gallery bandits.

Oh, yes!

Ah.

He stole my purse!

This devil stole my purse!

My bag! He took my... Ah!

- We've stolen that old lady's purse.

- Huh. Here.

We must help Passepartout.

How do I make this go lower?

What are you doing?

Decrease the overall weight...

- That's not going to work.

- Yes, it is.

Physics, no?

Yes.

Ahhh...

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

- Eh?

- Bye-bye!

Wake up, lady! Wake up, lady!

Wake up! Lady, wake up!

- Bye, mama.

- Merci.

Bye, baby.

Ohh...

Very impressive. I'd have let go by now.

The statue's grabbing his trousers.

I don't think it's doing it on purpose.

Oh, dear.

Help!

Well done, Passepartout.

We're still on schedule

despite those dogged thieves.

Yes, yes. Thank you.

Those art thieves

seemed to recognize you.

- I look like someone they know.

- Some other Frenchman, perhaps?

- So, where can we drop you off?

- We're not stopping.

Once we land to board

the Orient Express, you are free to go.

Thank you so much.

- For what?

- I'm free to go with you.

I did not say you were free to come.

- I said you were free to go.

- Where?

- Anywhere.

- Thank you. I will go with you.

- No, you will not, Miss La Roche.

- Monique.

Miss... Monique!

There! Now we are getting along.

Comme c'est beau.

C'est magnifique.

Toutes ces couleurs.

Look at the sunrise.

There is only one word for it.

- "Magical."

- Miss La Roche!

I refuse to allow you

to continue traveling with us.

I'm not traveling with you.

I'm making my own way.

Maybe you shouldn't travel with me.

This is what happens

when you leave your home.

You meet... people!

Why are you keeping up this ruse?

Perhaps I should inform Mr. Fogg,

and together he and I can speculate.

A very sacred object

was stolen from my village.

I have taken it back.

Incroyable.

For many centuries, the Jade Buddha

has protected my people.

It has never left our village until now.

And those art thieves. Who are they?

The Black Scorpions.

They work for an evil warlord. Fang.

She wants the Buddha

so she can take over my village.

I must return the Jade Buddha

to protect Lanzhou.

Mr. Fogg is the fastest way.

Perhaps, then,

we can help one another.

I will keep your secret,

and you convince Mr. Fogg

to allow me to travel

the world with you.

Keep this Dummkopf in his seat,

or we throw him off!

Merely pointing out if they coordinated

their coal-shoveling technique,

they could maximize our speed.

When we reach Constantinople, I suggest

you board a train we are not on.

- Uh, Mr. Fogg, she must come with us.

- And why is that?

Uh, we just discovered that we are

related from the same family.

I'm her father's second cousin's sister

on my mother's side. French.

Monsieur Fogg. If I make the train

go faster, I can come with you, oui?

Yes.

I bid you farewell, Miss La Roche.

If there's anything else you would like,

just let us know, Miss La Roche.

Ah! Voil.

Champagne with your first-class seats,

Mademoiselle La Roche.

Merci.

- Champagne?

- No, thank you.

- Merci.

- Monsieur.

A tea?

Okay.

How to make English tea.

Precisely 96 degrees.

Ooh.

Excuse me, sir.

- Fogg's valet!

- A jade Buddha!

- This is not a jade Buddha.

- Oh, yes, it is!

- You're right. But I'm not a valet.

Oh. Really?

Owww!

Me bloody nose!

Let me in!

You're gonna pay for scorchin' me willy!

Heh-heh-heh-heh. Now I gotcha.

Ow! Oh! Ow!

Ahhh!

You're under arrest!

Ah! Ooh! Ow!

Sorry!

Why the devil are we stopping?

Prince Hapi would be honored

to have Fogg

and his traveling companions

at his banquet.

How very flattering.

But please inform Prince "Happy"

that we are on a very tight schedule.

Prince Hapi demands it.

Then Prince Hapi

will have to get accustomed

to not getting everything he wants.

It is magnificent.

Mr. Fogg, his house

is even bigger than yours.

His collection, his taste...

It is exquisite.

Yes, it is.

Not good.

Very old. Look. Broken.

And where is His Highness?

Oh. The prince is also

a talented musician.

If I did nothing

but lounge about the palace,

I'd learn to pluck a few notes.

Let's make this brief.

I'll pose for photographs,

wearing a turban,

holding an atlas...

Mademoiselle.

How magical that our paths should cross.

Do you believe in fate?

Is that what you call it

when one stops a train

and kidnaps its passengers?

Phileas Fogg.

Please forgive me,

but I feel like Aphrodite herself

descended to Earth.

What is a ravishing

woman like you...

- I never think when I'm naked.

- I do. In the bath.

- Yes. Well, I mean...

- No!

Don't touch it!

- That is my most treasured possession.

- I was only pointing. I was just...

Don't even point.

Rodin.

Yes. A Rodin.

Oh.

I have never seen a more beautiful...

muscular form.

Well, I can assure you,

I'm in much better shape now.

Incroyable. It is a sculpture of you!

Yes.

"Hapi Birthday.

Your pal, Rodin."

- Come, my dear. Let us dine.

- Yes.

Ah, Mr. Fogg, please join us.

No, sorry. We are on a tight schedule.

We will join you, actually.

But just one drink.

After the duke and the duchess

sat down in the bath,

I realized I forgot

to put on my bathing suit.

I'm such a fool.

Always embarrassing myself

in front of visiting dignitaries.

But you know how that can be,

right, Phil?

Uh, yes.

Uh, it's Phileas, actually.

So, Foggy, tell me.

I heard you're an inventor.

Well, I try to apply myself

to thinking of new ways

to help better mankind,

if that's what you mean.

Well, I'm not an inventor,

but I did develop a new way

of irrigating dry land

so that no one in my kingdom

ever has to be hungry.

Oh.

Mr. Fogg invented wheelie shoes.

Not now, Passepartout.

Oh.

Mmm.

- Miss La Roche.

- Hmm?

It is mesmerizing,

the way your face illuminates.

Oh...

Her discoloration could be

an allergic reaction

or a mild form of hives.

Although I've noticed a certain

luminescent glow about her

complexion when she's drawing.

And sometimes, when she's...

concentrating on her latest work,

her ears will actually flutter.

- It's rather fetching.

- Guess who else was in this bath.

U.S. President Rutherford B. Hayes.

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