Ah, still on Calcutta time.
Not bad for 750 rupees.
Right, I will get us some money, book a hotel for the night,
and purchase our onward tickets to Yokohama.
Look at him,
like a seal returning to the sea.
I'd rather missed filling out forms.
I think I saw that money order, Mr Fogg.
I'll just go and check with my manager.
Splendid.
As you asked, Mr Fogg's money order.
Order. Structure. Civility.
I think we're all going to like Hong Kong.
But first, I am going to powder my nose.
I was mistaken, Mr Fogg.
No circular note has come in for you.
Really?
I sent a telegram from Calcutta to my bank in London.
Much obliged.
They assured me
they'd communicate with you directly.
Perhaps you would like to contact your bank...
What the hell are you doing here?
You told me the seeds would slow him down.
They nearly killed him!
Take your damn money.
As I say,
I can find no record of any such communication.
Have you heard the expression, "If you want something doing,
do it yourself"?
The man's name is Fogg.
Career criminal masquerading as a gentleman.
Fraud, embezzlement, theft.
Whatever you do, don't give him any money.
Without money, he can't leave Hong Kong.
When the warrant arrives, I will arrest him and make sure
that your name is mentioned in the highest of places.
The highest of places.
Well, this is somewhat irregular,
but I will do my duty, of course, Inspector.
Lovely day, Monsieur.
Listen, this kind of delay is totally unacceptable.
I have hotel rooms to pay for, and onward tickets to buy.
You'll just have to advance me some money on account.
I'm afraid we can't do that, sir.
As soon as I hear from London,
the money will be available to you.
Tiny fly in the ointment...
no money until they've heard from my bank.
Until then we'll have to rely on my wits
to find us food and lodgings.
I'm not a fussy woman, as you both know,
but can we please find a hotel
with a bath the size of Shropshire?
Shropshire.
Do you want to break it to her, Passepartout, or shall I?
Break what to me?
Hong Kong, the commercial heart of the Orient,
and I don't have two pennies to rub together.
I know a place. It won't cost anything.
You've been here before?
Did you know this, Mr Fogg?
Passepartout is a man of endless mystery.
That's one word for it.
Mr Fogg?
Yes?
Mr Phileas Fogg?
Hello.
I'm your biggest admirer.
- Oh. - Oh, and yours, Miss Fix.
I mean, Mr Fogg was already the talk of the colony,
but, then...
Forgive me, I am Lady Clemency Rowbotham.
My husband is the governor of Hong Kong.
Charmed, Lady Clemency.
Have you ever met an actual governor before?
I don't believe I actually have.
Well, then, come and meet mine.
Henry!
I want you to meet some new friends of mine.
Must I?
I have a meeting in ten minutes about the Jockey Club.
Please, darling. For me?
This is the great Phileas Fogg,
explorer and English lionheart.
Oh...
This is Miss Abigail Fix, his chronicler.
And his manservant, um...
"Passport".
Ah, this is the chap you've been going on about?
Mm-hmm.
Well, on behalf of Her Majesty's administration,
a wholehearted welcome to our humble colony.
Are you shopping or playing bridge?
Neither.
I shall be arranging the garden party, of course.
What garden party?
The one you are throwing for the intrepid
Mr Fogg and his friends.
Just imagine how delighted they'll be in Whitehall
when they hear that you've entertained
England's latest hero.
Yes. Yes, of course!
Mr Fogg.
You shall indeed be my guest of honour.
Well, how splendid.
Well done.
Where exactly are you taking us?
I have an old friend who runs a hotel here.
Why didn't you say you've been in Hong Kong before?
That was in another life.
What were you doing here?
I was on a ship that put in for repairs.
- You were a sailor? - When I arrived.
And when you left?
I was... no longer a sailor.
You really can be an extremely infuriating man.
Are we there yet?
Soon.
We have somewhere to stay.
This is it?
This is it, Monsieur.
Choosers cannot also be mendicants.
Beggars.
Erm...
I think two bedrooms were mentioned?
Yeah.
Lovely.
Indeed, it is. Cosy.
Authentic. Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Well done, Passepartout.
Erm...
I am going to go back to the bank and hound that clerk
till he hands over the money.
My money. So...
very good.
Where are you going?
To see an old friend.
You stay here, Miss Fix. You'll be quite safe.
What are you doing following me?
Interesting things happen when I follow you.
You really can be an infuriating woman.
Don't want me to meet this "friend" of yours?
- No, I don't. - Geisha, is she?
Not unless I'm walking to Japan.
Oh, my giddy aunt!
- What is it? - My article!
My father printed it.
Printed it and syndicated it!
Why are you so excited? He always prints your articles.
Not like this.
He's never printed anything like this before in his life.
"I hope not only that he meets his own ambition,
but that he finds solace in our extraordinary adventure."
What do you think? Be completely honest.
Unless you hate it,
in which case, please lie profusely.
I think it's engaging.
Thought-provoking. Very well-written.
It makes me see Fogg in a different way,
a more complex way.
I can hear your voice in it.
Thank you, Passepartout.
I'd advise you to destroy every copy in Hong Kong.
What do you mean?
He is the most private man I have ever known.
To have his innermost secrets read by friends and strangers...
"This adventure may prove to be a voyage to heal a broken heart.
His yearning is less for escapades than for escape"?
I haven't written anything that isn't the truth.
Exactly.
He-he's going to hate me, isn't he?
Thank you.
Depositors... that's me... give the bank... that's you...
their money to look after
and to lend to other people at a rate of interest.
A percentage of that interest comes back to the depositor.
Everybody's very happy.
Please, Mr Fogg, your circular note has not yet arrived.
Now, if you'd move aside...
But sometimes, said depositor... again, me...
wants to take some of their money out.
Their money. Are you following me?
- That time is now. - I...
As my colleague has informed you, Mr Fogg,
no circular note, no funds.
No exceptions.
Well, I shall just have to ask my friend the governor
for a loan at the party that he is throwing for me,
this very day.
And when he asks me why I couldn't just get my own money
from my own bank,
I shall tell him.
As soon as we have money, we can get him out of Hong Kong
- before he reads it. - Working on it, Miss Fix.
I'm going back here to see my old friend
for a private conversation...
A private conversation that you do not need to hear,
you do not make notes on,
you do not publish in a national newspaper.
Is that clear?
Clear as day.
Ironically, the best in Hong Kong.
Do not move.
The article will be widely read and people will applaud him.
For the first time in his life, he will be truly lauded.
He will thank me.
I also hear you have been busy.
Travelling with the famous adventurer, Phileas Fogg.
I am.
However, we find ourselves delayed by a lack of funds.
You've come to me for money?
A loan, only.
To pay for passage to Yokohama.
It would be repaid in a matter of days.
Your master dines with the governor today, I understand?
His wife, Lady Clemency,
is in possession of a magnificent jewel,
the White Dragon.
Carved out of rare white jade in the Shang Dynasty
when the British were still living in huts.
They stole it from my ancestors' grave.
It was wrapped around their fingers,
and still they took it.
Why are you telling me this?
Because you, my friend,
are going to steal it back for me.
You know me as a thief, Jiang Lei.
Not a thief, Passepartout.
A great thief.
That way of life is behind me now.
If you want to steal the jewel, steal it yourself.
Do you think I haven't tried?
Strangely, Chinese entrepreneurs
are not invited to Government House.
I've tried without an invite,
but the place is as secure as the Tower of London.
I need money, but I will not steal.
Not anymore.
Then you are of no use to me.
And a man that is of no use to me...
How do you know this man?
I'm friends with him and I was welcome to join them.
You have to let me in.
How can one of the oldest civilisations on Earth
not have invented the fork yet?
Oh, hello.
You must be Passepartout's friend.
And you must be Miss Abigail Fix,
- the celebrated journalist. - Yes!
The one who was told to wait outside.
You're far too kind.
We must go.
Of course! You must not let the governor wait.
It was so nice to meet an old friend of Passepartout's.
The pleasure was all mine, Miss Fix.
Will I see you again before you leave, old friend?
No, I don't think you will.
Hong Kong can be a dangerous place for unwary travellers.
Look after yourself, Passepartout.
And look after Miss Fix.
So according to Abigail,
Fogg has kept a candle burning for that ridiculous woman
for over 20 years!
Why would you even print this?
No facts or figures. It's just... rot.
I actually think it might be a new sort of writing:
thoughtful, questioning, and unapologetically subjective.
It's a new kind of rot.
I think your daughter's written a very fine article, Fortescue.
Romantic.
What you know about romance, Fallentin,
could be written on a grain of sand.
Thank you, Fallentin. That means a lot.
"Underneath that reserve and routine
"is a kind, perhaps brilliant man
"who many years ago was disappointed
"by the love of a young woman, the mysterious Estella
and has yet remained faithful to it."
You do realise that Fogg is going to blow his brains out
with embarrassment when he reads this, don't you?
I hope this is going to work, Passepartout,
I have to look at my absolute best.
One thing you should know about the English upper classes:
if you look like a man who needs money
they'll never give you a penny.
Look like a man who doesn't, they'll throw the stuff at you.
That is ingenious.
Yes?
How are you doing in there, Miss Fix?
We can't keep the governor waiting.
It's too much, isn't it?
Absolutely not! No!
Tell her, Passepartout.
Like a diamond in front of some pigs.
"Pearls before swine," Passepartout.
Right.
I shall get dressed and then we can go to my party,
get ourselves a loan.
Look at the security. It's like Buckingham Palace.
- Stop there, please. - Now, once we're in,
let me do the talking.
Whoa, there. Whoa.
Your articles certainly get us into the best places, Miss Fix.
Still, let's make this as quick as we can.
Let's just stay for one drink, okay?
Ladies and gentlemen, they're here!
Thank you! Thank you so much.
Mr Fogg, Miss Fix.
Passport.
Miss Fix, may I say how spectacular you look.
Oh, that must be one of the saris
from the Indian village.
- It is, yes. - How do you know about...
On behalf of Her Majesty's administration,
a wholehearted welcome to our humble colony.
Oh, for God's sake, Henry, you've done that bit.
Oh, yes.
He has the memory of a senile turbot.
- I do apologise. - Ah.
Welcome to Hong Kong, Mr Fogg.
We can't wait to hear your stories.
Thank you.
This is Peter Donaldson, of the Hong Kong police.
Fogg.
Lord Crossley, chief magistrate.
Thank you, Sir Henry.
This really is terribly kind of you.
I'm afraid you'll have to start with the men, Mr Fogg.
- Ah. - Which means you'll have to
listen to my husband talk about horses,
public houses, and cheese.
Please call me Phileas.
But we ladies will get our piece of flesh later, don't you fear.
Come on.
She's read the article! I'm doomed.
Suddenly the place lit up like an enormous firework
and we could see for miles.
I wouldn't knowingly hurt that man for the world.
We get the money and we get Fogg out of here
before he reads your article.
Thank you, Passepartout.
And then India?
Indeed, yes.
Ghastly place, so I'm told.
Oh, no.
Although the bank in Calcutta did spectacularly fail
to do what they said they were going to do.
And talking of banks...
Good God, Anderson, have you joined the temperance society?
Come back with a jug, man!
What I thought was remarkable about this piece, Miss Fix,
was not so much that Mr Fogg had undertaken
this journey for unrequited love...
And we did very much like that bit.
What I found astonishing and just so moving
was that he entrusted you to tell his story to the world.
Japan, which I'm very much looking forward to.
Um, the United States of America,
and then, hopefully, back to London in time for Christmas.
London at Christmas.
I hope you do it, Fogg.
Imagine the faces of the French and Germans when they hear
another Briton got there first.
Where are you staying in Hong Kong, Fogg?
Passepartout!
You were a waiter at the Reform Club!
Me, Monsieur?
Are you sure?
More of White's man myself.
Father always said the Reform are a bunch of radicals.
Radicals?
We'll talk about this later, Passepartout.
I asked where you were staying, Fogg.
Ah, yeah, well, therein lies a story.
I went to the bank this morning
and there seems there's some sort of mix up with London.
Words I could have carved on my gravestone.
So I find myself, through no fault of my own,
somewhat fiscally embarrassed.
Now, my man found us some
extremely modest accommodation in a place called...
What's it called?
Uh, Tai Ping Shan, Monsieur.
Tai Ping Shan?
Good God, man!
That's like spending a night in Bethnal Green.
I'll loan you the money, that's all there is to it.
- Oh, I couldn't possibly. - You have no choice in the matter.
Anderson! Anderson! Anderson!
Go to the house and fetch a money order.
I will help him.
Shall we go and rescue your Mr Fogg?
I think he's more than happy talking to your husband.
I don't think anyone has ever said that sentence before.
Oh, too cruel, Clemency!
But, my husband is a good man,
a loyal and kind man in his own ways.
But he hasn't got a romantic bone in his body.
Now The Dove down by the Thames in Hammersmith
does an excellent ale and a very passable bit of Blue Vinny
and has a barmaid called Gwen who has dimples.
- Your money order, sir. - What?
One money order.
One pen.
I don't think they can serve empire and Eros
at the same time.
Let's go and talk to Mr Fogg.
Shall we?
How much do you want, Fogg?
This is very kind of you, Sir Henry.
The chap who wrote "Rule, Britannia!"
used to drink in The Dove. Not a lot of people know that.
No. Erm...
well, a night in a half decent hotel,
um, three onward tickets to Japan.
♪ Must in their turns to tyrants fall ♪
♪ Whilst thou shalt... ♪
♪ The dread and envy of them all ♪
I trust the pen has ink, Monsieur?
Yes, yes.
- Mr Fogg. - Yes.
The ladies require your presence.
Yes, of course.
It's absolutely superb, Lady Clemency.
When they were digging the foundations for this house,
they found it in a grave.
It's the White Dragon of Hong Kong.
So who are you backing this season, old chap?
Wouldn't you like to know, Crossley.
Tell me about that young colt you just bought.
Well, I was hoping we might break it in this spring,
but then the trainer tells me the beast is a warm-blood.
When they opened up the grave, they found the skeletons
of a man and a woman.
Even after all these centuries they were still holding hands.
How extraordinary.
Would you mind, Mr Fogg?
Oh, yes, of course. Erm...
That puts even your fidelity into perspective, Phileas.
Let me show you the pergola.
If you could just sign this, Sir Henry,
we'll be on our way and out of your hair.
God, will you listen to this.
Every woman here would love to be me in this moment,
on the arm of a man who knows the power of love.
"At first, I believed Mr Fogg to be
"a new kind of Victorian adventurer,
"grasping at achievement.
"The truth, however, is that what drives Mr Fogg
is less ambition, than heartbreak."
But every woman here knows she doesn't stand a chance,
that your heart is elsewhere and it always will be.
Heartbreak?
Let me see that, Donaldson.
Indeed.
Where would that be?
With Estella, of course.
She's told him.
I'm lost.
If you could just sign this, sir...
Would you go away?
How do you know about that... lady?
I read Miss Fix's article, like everyone else here.
I suppose we really should think of making a move.
- Big day tomorrow. - What article?
You really don't know?
Would you care to hear it, Fogg?
I was going to tell you.
It's just words on a page, Monsieur, nothing more.
"Underneath that reserve and routine is a kind,
"perhaps brilliant man who many years ago
"was disappointed by the love of a young woman,
"the mysterious Estella...
and has yet remained faithful to it."
May I?
She's stitched you up like a kipper, Fogg.
Indeed she has.
Miss Fix is quite right. We have a lot to do
before we sail for Yokohama in the morning.
Thank you for your hospitality.
- Where's Passepartout? - Er, he was just here.
- Passepartout? - Does he know about this too?
- Mm-hmm. - Then he can walk home.
We have offended you!
I'm mortified!
Cheerio, Fogg!
Haven't enjoyed one of these so much in ages.
Oh, shut up, Henry! Phileas...
Please, don't go like this.
Goodbye, Lady Clemency.
He's leaving.
Please, let me explain.
Oh, I have been humiliated
by masters of their trade, Miss Fix,
but yours are the dizzy, dizzy heights of betrayal.
But every word is true!
Every word was private!
You took my innermost feelings,
feelings you tricked and stole from me...
I didn't steal.
...and you offered them up to the world
without having the decency to even tell me first.
I was waiting for the right moment.
Oh, is Government House in Hong Kong right enough for you?
After what we'd been through in Yemen,
and India, I thought you were my friend.
- I am your friend. - You know your father
and Bellamy and the rest
are having a jolly good laugh about this.
I am sure they will do no such thing.
Well, then you know even less about the world
- than I thought you did. - Lady Clemency read it...
You know what? Don't speak to me.
Don't even look at me.
A pint of Old Peculiar and a pickled walnut.
Thank you, Gwen.
- Oh, it's you. - Course. Who'd you think it was?
Passepartout.
I didn't think I'd be seeing you again.
The White Dragon.
Once a thief, always a thief.
Goodbye, Jiang Lei.
Passepartout.
Leave Hong Kong.
A fraudster and by all accounts a thief to boot.
Just the thought of such a man
being a guest in your house, Sir Henry.
I know I gave the detective my word but...
Where is this detective?
Lying low and waiting for his arrest warrant, no doubt.
Well, Fogg got no money out of me.
He tried hard enough.
Henry!
What on earth's the matter?
The White Dragon.
It's gone!
How many times do I have to say it?
I should have consulted you before I sent the article.
Stow our bags on the Carnatic, Passepartout.
I'll go to the bank, get the money, buy the tickets.
It's not my fault if the truth hurts.
With a bit of luck they'll only have two berths left.
If you sign me a chit, Monsieur,
I can go to the bank and get your money.
Oh, yes. But can you be trusted, Passepartout?
When I interviewed you in London,
I distinctly remember asking if we'd met before.
It was just a little lie, Monsieur.
Well, the trouble with little lies is that they
rapidly become a bigger lie.
Donaldson?
What on earth's the meaning of this?
This is a warrant for your arrest.
Step aside, miss.
My arrest?
How dare you!
I will speak to the governor! This is an outrage!
And I will write about it in The Telegraph!
I have never been so humiliated in my life.
Where is it?
Where is what?
The White Dragon.
- I have no idea! - Sir.
Yesterday, you said you had no money.
I didn't.
I don't.
You've sold the White Dragon already?
I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
For God's sake, Rowbotham! I haven't stolen anything!
You will rue the day you made my wife cry, sir.
I am not a thief!
You are making the most terrible mistake!
I don't care about losing the wager. I am not a thief!
We'll get you out, Mr Fogg! I promise!
Passepartout.
What is going on? Tell me!
I want to see Jiang Lei now.
- What has this got to do with... - Jiang Lei!
You will tell me what is going on and you will tell me now.
On your feet.
I want to see a lawyer.
One more time, Fogg.
Who did you sell it to?
I have told you.
The last time I saw the White Dragon,
it was around Lady Clemency's neck.
If you think I won't flog you, you are very much mistaken.
Flog me?
Flog.
I'm entitled to a trial. I'm an Englishman.
This is not England.
This is Hong Kong.
- You stole the White Dragon?! - Keep your voice down.
You stole it and let Mr Fogg take the blame?
- It's not what it seems. - You heard what they said!
He's going to prison!
Why would you do such a thing?
Because we needed money to buy the tickets to get to Japan
- and because I am a great thief. - I don't believe you.
Jiang Lei said he would give me money
if I stole the pendant for him.
I thought we would be on the ship and away from here
before anybody even noticed it had gone missing.
They're not going to send him to prison.
Oh, thank God!
They're going to flog him at noon.
Twelve strokes at 12:00 noon.
I'll go to the bank. His money might be here by now.
It won't be there and if it was, they wouldn't give it to you.
- Then I'll wire my father. - There isn't time!
Then what do you suggest? You got us into this mess.
I'll tell Sir Henry I stole the White Dragon.
It had nothing to do with Fogg.
And then what?
They'll arrest you and make an example of you,
and it won't be a few lashes.
Mr Fogg hates me at the moment,
and for all I know, may hate me forever.
But he is as far from being a thief
as any man I've ever met.
To have him flogged
for something he didn't do would be barbaric.
He is a hero, whatever you may think,
and he does not deserve to be beaten for something
he did not do and would never do.
Have you finished?
Good. Now get out.
Go on, Miss Fix.
Clemency, there's no need to upset yourself further.
Many years ago, Phileas Fogg made a mistake.
He followed duty and expectation
when he should have followed love.
But he had the courage to realise
the folly of that mistake,
to undertake this extraordinaryjourney,
to prove to himself
that dreams can sometimes defeat expectations.
He still stole the White Dragon, and that's the end of it.
He didn't steal it.
I did.
Passepartout!
I wasn't prepared to let his dream end here.
I stole it and sold it.
Sold it to the family it once belonged to.
I'm sorry, Madame.
Then you will rot in prison.
No, I beg you!
He made a mistake but only...
I gave the White Dragon to my wife
as a token of my deep love and respect for her.
And you come into my house...
Henry...
I know you follow me around the world without complaint.
I know it's a life of restraint and duty.
I never had much in the way of words to give you, Clemy...
but I had the White Dragon.
Let Phileas Fogg go, Henry.
But your Dragon...
I never wanted to hurt your feelings, but...
I've never really felt comfortable wearing it.
It wasn't my love story.
Besides...
I have my own.
Out of the way!
Beautiful morning for an illegal flogging, Donaldson.
Try to keep the crease, there's a good chap.
You think this is funny, Fogg?
Not in the slightest.
There is nothing funny about being flogged
for something you know you didn't do.
Stop!
We have a pardon from the governor!
Please! Here! Here! Take it. Please.
Release him!
Go, please!
No!
Stop! Stop!
Release him.
It's gonna be all right, Monsieur.
Alright, come on.
Welcome aboard the Carnatic, sir.
Thank you. I'm going to my cabin.
- I'll unpack for you, Monsieur. - No, thank you.
A refreshing drink?
I won't need either of you until further notice.
I want to be on my own.
I should have said I was sorry.
I should have told him the truth.
Not so secret now, Estella.
May I join you?
Have you ever heard the expression
"if you want something doing, do it yourself"?
I'm familiar with it, of course.
Why do you ask?
I think we should go for a little walk, Mr Fogg.
I don't want to go for a walk. I'm rather busy.
Besides, we're in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
And that, Mr Fogg...
is why we're going for a walk.