Around the World in Eighty Days Page #9

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to get to the club.

You wait here, my dear.

Come, man, don't dawdle.

Cabby, Reform Club.

-Who?

-Reform Club.

Mind you, it's none of my business...

but do you think you'll get into

the Reform Club dressed like that?

Drive on, man.

-What's the matter? What happened?

-l'm sorry, sir. lt's the hiccups.

l'm taken very bad.

l can't do a thing with them, sir.

-Blimey.

-Confound the man.

lt's all right. l drive.

-What's the matter with the beast?

-lt's no good, sir. He can't do it.

He'd love to, but he can't.

He don't take orders from nobody but me.

-Come on, please.

-lt's no good. He can't do it.

No, he won't do it.

The devil never sleeps, brethren.

Even now as we stand here...

he is hurrying some poor soul

to his doom...

tempting him down the path of iniquity.

And now, l shall take up the collection.

Excuse me.

Sir, would you like

to contribute something to our cause?

l don't think l have anything.

Wait. There's something.

-A fiver?

-Please, l'm in a hurry. lt's a wager.

A wager? Did you hear that, brethren?

Our poor, benighted sinner is the very sort

l've been telling you about.

Don't do it, sir.

Don't give in to the Prince of Darkness.

-l haven't the faintest intention of giving--

-Have courage, my boy, to say no.

Turn to Hymn 579, everyone,

and lift up your voices...

to save our poorly beset brother.

Good heavens. Why wait any longer?

-He's lost the wager--

-Of course he has, 20 times over...

once he missed

his transatlantic connection.

Steady on, chaps. Play the game.

Remember, we're all British gentlemen.

-There's still 14 seconds to go.

-The man's not superhuman.

What do you expect him to do? Pop down

the chimney like Santa Claus?

l haven't the least idea. l only know

that Fogg is the most punctual man alive.

Gentlemen, here l am.

l trust that l've not kept you waiting.

Hello, Fogg.

Great Caesar's ghost!

A woman in the club!

My dear, l must ask you

to leave these precincts at once.

-No woman has ever set foot in the club.

-Why not?

Because that could spell

the end of the British Empire.

This is the end.

SOFTlTLER

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