Episode 3

♪ ♪ PHILEAS: Someone will achieve this.

BELLAMY: Well, it won't be you.

It will, actually.

♪ ♪ You have yourself a wager, sir.

EVA: You really think you can cross the entire globe in just 80 days?

Certainly, Madame.

Or die trying!

He's a fraud, Miss Fix.

PHILEAS: Look, I've never done anything like this before.

(train whistle blowing) I nearly got us all killed.

But you didn't.

ABIGAIL: You saved a boy's life.

Grazie, Fogg!

Wait until my father reads about this.

I'm sick of being the famous Mr. Fortescue's daughter.

I'm going to be a proper writer.

You can be a proper writer here!

No, I can't!

Gérard!

ABIGAIL: I know you're grieving for your brother, and I'm sorry, but I think you're the sort of man who runs away when things get difficult.

He'll be home by the weekend with his tail between his legs.

Well, let's hope so.

For your sake.

You owe the bank 15,000 pounds.

You will bankrupt me.

From a Mr. Bellamy, sir, in London.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (boat engine running) (people talking in background) (groans) ♪ ♪ SERVER: We will be arriving at the Suez Canal inside the hour, sir.

PHILEAS: Ah!

How completely splendid.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Mere months ago, we would have had to have endured the South Atlantic and Southern Indian oceans.

I know, I wrote the article.

Today, we simply sail down the Suez Canal, meet our ship at Aden, straight across the Indian Ocean to Bombay.

This is astonishing, really.

I know, I wrote the article.

Yes!

Yes, you did.

(groans) An adventurer and his chronicler.

A team.

A team!

Yes!

(sighs) I have a very, very good feeling about this.

The sun on our backs, technology on our side, India waiting for us.

What do you think, Passepartout?

Are we going to make it?

(grunts happily) Good man.

Nothing can stop us now!

(boat horn blowing) Pirates?!

Pirates in the 19th century?

These are not men with wooden legs and pigeons on their shoulders.

Parrots, Passepartout.

(murmurs) I talked to the first mate.

Banu Marwan marauders have been targeting shipping and kidnapping the wealthier passengers.

(softly): Kidnapping?

Quite grisly, actually.

They cut off a new finger every day until the ransom is paid.

What if it isn't paid?!

The company have ordered the captain to rest up here for a few days until a British ship of war arrives to escort us to Aden.

We'll miss our connection to Bombay!

I know!

We'll have to make alternative arrangements.

What sort of alternative arrangements?

I don't know.

We've only just got here.

♪ ♪ I wonder if they'd get "The Daily Telegraph" in a place like this.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Here it is!

It's in!

"Fogg Saves President of France.

From our own correspondent Miss Abigail Fix!"

My first credited article!

My father actually put my name on it!

"Phileas Fogg, with scant regard for his own safety, "threw himself between the president of France and his would-be assassin."

Did I?

(laughs) They appear to have missed out my role in the story.

The thing you need to know about my father is, he won't simply humor me.

If he thought the article wasn't good enough, he just wouldn't print it.

"Could Phileas Fogg be the next great British explorer, "following in the footsteps of Livingstone, Speke, and Burton?"

Non.

Well, we must get to Aden.

We will get to Aden!

This calls for a celebration.

Large cold beer, please.

Beer?

Beer!

(loudly): Beer, if you please!

I don't think saying it louder is going to help.

ABIGAIL: We're in Al Hudaydah in the Ottoman Empire.

There's no alcohol.

We'll have coffee, thank you.

Let's find out when the next boat to Aden sails.

(people talking in background) Oh... my... giddy... ...aunt!

Do not look now, but there's a woman over there haggling over a camel, and I think it's Jane Digby!

(slaps) JANE (in Arabic): Good Lord, I do believe you're right.

Who is she?

Only the most immoral and despised Englishwoman in the world.

What has she done wrong?

Where do I begin?

She's been married to Lord Ellenborough, the governor-general of India.

She left him and had open affairs with Prince Felix of Schwarzenberg and Ludwig I of Bavaria.

Yeah, but what has she done wrong?

Abandoned her children... PHILEAS: Don't gossip, Miss Fix, it's unbecoming.

Now where are we?

She married another baron in Munich, then had an affair with King Otto of Greece... PHILEAS: Let's see... ABIGAIL: ...followed by a shameless fling with a hero of the Greek Revolution, General Christodoulos Hatzipetros.

She must be exhausted.

ABIGAIL: Finally-- and this is the really scandalous bit-- she ran off and married an Arab camel driver!

That must be him.

Quite handsome, I suppose, as camel drivers go.

PHILEAS: It's ridiculous!

The next boat for Aden doesn't sail for three days!

ABIGAIL: My father knew her a little bit.

Said her morals were even lower than her intelligence.

Maybe I should introduce myself.

PHILEAS: You will do no such thing.

We may be far from home, but we're not without standards.

Speak for yourself, Monsieur.

ABIGAIL: She's coming this way!

Ignore her!

(children laughing) Good luck.

This isn't France.

You're going to need it.

♪ ♪ Try not to tuck it in too tightly at the bottom.

I hate having my toes bent back by a rigid sheet.

(sighs) (knock at door, door opens) Salamu alaikum.

(door closes) Forgive me, I hear you speaking.

It is important you go to Aden?

Yes, terribly important.

There is a way, across the Empty Quarter.

For a small cost I take you.

Through the desert?

Uh, why is it called the Empty Quarter?

Because it is empty.

Why is it empty?

Because everyone who goes there dies.

It is a most generous offer-- malheureusement...

I will, I will be with you, sirs.

There is no need to be afraid.

Buh-buh-buh-- Passepartout.

(quietly): Just... (in normal voice): How long will it take?

Two days.

PHILEAS: Two days would put us back on schedule.

Non, monsieur!

You cannot even consider this!

And how much is a "small cost"?

Ten British pounds.

Ten.

Please, monsieur.

(sniffs) When we get to Aden, I will pay you the money.

Half now for supplies.

No, no, no, no-- no, no, no.

Half now and we never see you again.

I know how you chaps do business.

(snorts) (chuckles softly) As you wish, effendi.

PHILEAS: So when do we leave?

One hour before dawn.

(watch closes) Very good.

PHILEAS: Very good.

We know nothing about the desert.

We know nothing about this man.

(quietly): This way, we're back on track for India.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ I thought you promised your friend that you would look after his daughter.

The Empty Quarter-- really?

(dramatically): "Everyone who goes there dies."

Yes, you're absolutely right-- what was I thinking?

That's no place for a woman.

I'll go after him, tell him we no longer need his help.

No!

Miss Fix must remain here.

What do you mean?

Fortescue would never forgive me if I, if I knowingly endangered her life.

Monsieur, I didn't mean that she had to stay here.

No, no, no-- no more.

Nothing else to say on the subject.

If she goes home to her father without this story...

Leaders must make difficult decisions.

I've made mine.

She will be devastated.

Get some sleep while you can.

♪ ♪ (door opens) Uh... (door closes) (music playing faintly) (knock at door) (in French): Oh, excuse me, Miss Fix.

Please, come in.

I know you think I'm silly going on about this article, but let me explain.

You don't have to explain anything to me.

When my mother died, my father brought me up on his own.

Sometimes it was sad just being the two of us, both of us missing my mother.

But at other times... We'd sit around this enormous map of the world and he'd point out the places he'd been to, the wars he'd reported on and lived through.

Sometimes, of course, he had to go away and work, but he always hurried back to me, always had a new story to tell.

I want to repay him by telling this story.

I'm French.

That's how we say "good night" in France.

(in French): (sighs) ♪ ♪ I say.

(groans) A tremendous fellow.

♪ ♪ (quietly): I have no choice.

It's too dangerous for her.

Hm?

(camel groans) (people talking in background) (breathing deeply) (gasps) (knocking on door) Mr. Fogg?

♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) (exhales) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Should we be careful with our water?

Is oasis ahead-- my people are camped there.

Plenty water.

♪ ♪ ABIGAIL (voiceover): Listen to me!

Please, listen!

I need a guide.

Please!

I need a guide!

Aden.

Aden, I need someone to take me to Aden!

(people talking in background, chickens clucking) I can pay!

(coins jingling) MEN (in Arabic): (men clamoring) (men clamoring) (grunts) (clamoring continues, horse whinnying) MEDJUEL (in Arabic): (horse snorts) Are you hurt?

Where are your friends?

There's been a terrible mistake.

They've left me behind in error and I need to find them.

They left you behind in error?

I'm trying to get one of these men to take me to Aden so I can meet up with them.

These men?

Didn't your mother teach you never to talk to strange men?

Didn't yours?

(horse nickers) Please!

Lady Ellenborough!

Will you help me get to Aden?

I have money.

(coins jingling) (clamoring, people talking excitedly) Go home.

(horse nickers) No.

Never!

(horse nickers) (in Arabic): I saw that.

(horse nickers) (breathing heavily) (softly): (groans) (camel bellows) PHILEAS: Call of nature, I'm afraid.

Can't be ignored.

(grunts) PASSEPARTOUT (in French): (exclaims) How absolutely fascinating.

(gasps) Huh!

That's called petroleum.

From the Latin petra, meaning "rock."

Sometimes it seeps up to the surface-- what are you doing?

The same as you, I imagine.

Move along a bit.

Why?

Because... Because I can't go when there's another chap in the vicinity.

I thought you went to boarding school.

Please.

(sighs) Bit more.

Too late, Monsieur.

(groans loudly) (groans) PASSEPARTOUT (in French): ♪ ♪ Close your eyes and think of the River Thames.

Millions and millions of gallons of water, swirling and flooding and surging towards the sea as heavy rain falls from the gray London sk... Monsieur Fogg!

Well, I definitely can't go if you insist on talking to me!

(sighs) If you're going to be a gentleman's gentleman, you need to understand the peccadilloes of... Oh, no!

No!

♪ ♪ (muted) No!

My jacket!

My watch.

He's stolen my father's watch!

Well, at least he didn't got our money.

What shop shall we go to first?

♪ ♪ ROBERTS (clears throat): Mr. Bellamy.

BELLAMY: Mm-hmm?

We were just tidying up the gentlemen's bar bills and we... We notice that your own bill has not been paid since the summer.

(laughing): The summer?

What nonsense!

Apparently so, sir.

(sighs) Uh, I seem to have left my wallet at home, Roberts.

I'll sort you out in the morning.

ROBERTS: The thing is, sir, I do believe you said that the last time... (loudly): What are you implying, man?

(conversation stops) FORTESCUE: He's only doing his job, old chap, no need for a scene.

Um, let me take care of it.

Oh, no, I couldn't possibly.

I'll reimburse you tomorrow.

Of course, yeah.

Don't mention it.

(conversation resumes) (billiard balls clacking) (people talking softly in background) PASSEPARTOUT (voiceover): Why are you doing all this?

Risking your life for a stupid wager?

How much money can one man want?

(balls clack) (panting) It's not about money.

Pride?

Who cares what those men think about you?

This is neither the time nor the place for this discussion.

♪ ♪ (both panting) Where are we going?

To the oasis.

How do you know there is an oasis?

The man said there was.

The crazy man who left us out here to die?

Do you have a better idea?

Yes!

We go back!

We'll never make it back without water.

This is our only chance.

(panting) Well, risk your life, be my guest, but stop risking mine!

You must have faith, Passepartout.

I will get us through this.

(panting) ♪ ♪ What do you miss about England, Lady Ellenborough?

Nothing.

(horse nickers) Don't call me Lady Ellenborough.

(camel groans) What would you like me to call you?

ABIGAIL: You must miss something.

(camel groans) The cavalry jingling down Horse Guards Parade.

Snow falling on Hampstead Heath?

Children skating on Hyde Park?

You have children in London, I believe.

Do you get to see much of them?

It must be difficult... (cocks gun) I'm sorry!

I was only asking!

(gun fires, Abigail cries out) (horse neighs, camels groan) Thank you.

It's a good camel.

♪ ♪ (camel groans) MEDJUEL: Tracks of three camels, going back to Hudaydah.

They've turned around.

Perhaps your friends aren't quite so stupid after all.

MEDJUEL: Only one of the camels is carrying a man.

The other tracks are lighter.

What are you saying?

Three people went out.

Only one is returning.

We go back now.

In this heat, without transportation, they're as good as dead.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (blowing) (blowing) (groans) PASSEPARTOUT (in French): ♪ ♪ I never thought I'd say this-- I rather miss Miss Fix.

Absolutely did the right thing.

This is no place for a woman.

It's not a lot of fun for a man.

No.

She did have a certain joie de vivre.

I don't know.

Certainly one of life's enthusiasts.

Very pleasant laugh.

Mm.

Courage.

Indeed.

Intelligence.

Determination.

Resilience.

Pretty.

Steady on.

♪ ♪ PHILEAS: Well, at least she's safe.

(voiceover): Sailing home to London, and her father's embrace.

Where she should be.

♪ ♪ (Medjuel and Jane talking, laughing quietly) ♪ ♪ (groans) Monsieur, get up.

I said, get up.

(weakly): Just a little rest.

If you stop here, you will die!

(panting) ♪ ♪ (sighs) You are a hero.

(audio distorting) Remember?

♪ ♪ It's just words.

Miss Fix's stupid words.

(panting) I said... (groaning): Get up, man!

(panting) I'm sorry, Passepartout.

For all of this.

Whatever happens, I want you to know you're the best valet I've ever had.

Really?

You know, I'm not actually a valet.

You're not?

What are you, then?

(straining): Anything you want me to be.

(groans loudly) (panting) Look-- look.

Is that... A man?!

(softly): A man.

A man.

Lots of men!

They're coming towards us!

Over here!

Hey!

(shouting) (laughing) Over here!

We're saved, Passepartout!

We're saved!

We're saved!

(laughing hysterically) We're saved!

We're saved!

That's not people.

What?

Of course it is.

Our brains wanted it to be people.

What the hell is it, then?

(panting) That... ♪ ♪ That's a sandstorm.

♪ ♪ (panting) ♪ ♪ (grunting) Use this.

To breathe.

Hold my hand!

We must try and stay together.

(wind roaring) ♪ ♪ (yelping) (both exclaiming, wind roaring) ♪ ♪ (yelps) (yelps) Passepartout!

(audio distorts) Passepartout!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (horse neighing) (Phileas breathing heavily) (quietly): Passepartout.

Passepartout!

Passepartout!

(Phileas exhales heavily) Passepartout!

(laughs) (laughing) You made it, I'm so pleased!

I'm... (laughing) (softly): Well done, sir.

Well done!

Mmm...

Drink it slowly, Monsieur.

(exhales loudly, gulping) Wait, wait, wait.

(gasping) Slowly.

(gulping) Better than champagne.

(gasping, panting) Oh!

You, sir, are a gracious and noble hero.

A man amongst men.

And you, sir, are an imbecile.

(laughing) You saved my life.

I would have left you there.

She saved your life.

Hello, Mr. Fogg.

Oh, Miss Fix... (fire crackling) Bernard, your shot.

Oh.

(clears throat) Telegram for you, Mr. Fortescue.

Oh, thank you, it's...

It's from Abigail-- they've left Al Hudaydah, and are heading across the desert to Aden.

What is that fool Fogg doing, taking Abigail into the desert?

What is it?

She has a traveling companion.

Jane Digby.

The Bedouin bed-hopper.

I'm surprised she has the audacity to leave the tent after the way that you exposed her to the world.

ABIGAIL (voiceover): To leave me behind like I was a piece of unwanted luggage!

PHILEAS: What else was I to do?

I gave your father my word I'd look after you.

Reckless, Miss Fix, you're reckless.

ABIGAIL: And you, Mr. Fogg, are pathetic, and only alive because I persuaded these people to look for you!

Think about that!

PASSEPARTOUT: Enough with the shouting.

Yesterday, you were telling each other, "What a fine team we are."

Don't think I've forgotten about you.

(in French accent) Monsieur That's-how- we-say-good-night- in-France Passepartout!

Sneaking off in the middle of the night with not so much as a goodbye is not looking after me, it is humiliating me!

Look at us, we nearly died!

Because you trusted a complete crook!

If you had had the courtesy and sense to discuss it... PHILEAS: As Passepartout pointed out, this is no place for a woman!

Well, thank you very much.

PHILEAS: When we get to Aden, I'm sending you home whether you like it or not.

You most certainly are not!

MEDJUEL: Nobody is going to Aden.

When the sun goes down, we will take you back to Hudaydah.

PHILEAS: Oh, no, no, no.

No, no, I, I have a boat to catch!

ABIGAIL: So do I!

Yes, I've looked at it on a map.

Just a little piece of desert to cross.

That little piece of desert is inhabited by the Subayhi tribe.

Even if we took you, you'd never make it.

And we're not taking you.

ABIGAIL: My father will pay you handsomely if you take me to Aden.

You can leave Mr. Fogg to the vultures, for all I care.

How dare you!

There is no trip without me!

Nonsense.

I will take up the 80-day challenge on behalf of my readers.

I'm beginning to think you're quite mad.

ABIGAIL: Who do you think my father would print, me or you?

As a hatter!

In fact, we could have a race, me against you.

I think we both know who'd win that.

If you want my opinion...

Which we do not!

Just shut up, Passepartout!

(sighs): What do you say, Lady Ellenborough?

Name your price?

Who is this precious father of yours?

Bernard Fortescue, editor of "The Daily Telegraph."

Fix was my mother's maiden name.

Your father lived in Damascus, did you know that?

Yes, of course.

He talked of it often.

It's where he made his reputation as a journalist.

A reputation forged in the bars and brothels, never the battlefields.

He'd steal braver journalists' reports, embellish them, and send them to London.

That is not true!

No, I absolutely refuse to believe that.

JANE: I've led an unconventional life, as you know.

Yes.

It has attracted a lot of criticism.

Some of it justified, most of it horrid and untrue.

But I have never met a more disgraceful man than your father.

How dare you!

He asked me to run away with him.

Did he tell you that, your beloved father?

The whore and the charlatan.

You're a liar!

♪ ♪ The more she resisted, the more obsessed with her he became.

And when she finally refused him, he wrote a vile piece in his London newspaper.

A piece that turned her own children against her.

"Jane Digby was a disgrace to her country.

A disgrace to her sex."

Who, who's to say she's not?

He wrote that she had run off with a camel driver.

My name is Sheik Medjuel el Mezrab from the great tribe of Anizzah.

I've never driven camels, and why would it matter if I had?

Whatever you think of me, I will be with that woman until the day that death parts us.

When the sun goes down, we leave for Hudaydah-- be ready.

♪ ♪ Then the wager is lost.

Damn the wager!

(exhales) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Do you believe the things they said about him?

Abigail...

The truth.

(sighs, stammers) A week ago, I'd have said no, absolute rot.

But that was when the world was black and white, and England were 270 for three at tea, and every question had its answer.

And now?

(exhales) I stopped a bullet meant for the president of France.

You know?

I looked down on Paris from a balloon.

(stammering): Maneuvered a steam train over an Italian ravine.

Today, my life is saved... (quietly): ...by an Arab!

And a disgraced Englishwoman.

And now...

I discover that my oldest and dearest friend may not be a hero after all.

Just a man.

Who made some mistakes.

I'm sorry you won't win your bet.

I apologize for underestimating you, Abigail.

I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

And not just me.

His job was to write the truth, and he chose to write lies.

There can be no forgiveness.

♪ ♪ What will you do now?

I'll go back to London, have a furious row with my father, and then go back to reporting on dogs and flowers.

Sounds dull.

It's what I was meant to do.

I'm a fool for thinking anything different.

I was 18 years old when I was married to Lord Ellenborough.

He was twice may age, barely talked to me, preferred the company of his horses and mistresses.

I cried myself to sleep every night, and I asked my mother what I could do.

"Nothing," she said.

"He is your husband and you must be grateful."

I was not grateful, and I swore I would live my life, not anybody else's.

MEDJUEL (clapping): Come on, let's go!

Let's go!

Come on!

JANE: Is this journey important to you?

It was.

Now it means nothing.

Perhaps you were undertaking it for the wrong person.

♪ ♪ It's your choice, Miss Fix.

I can take you back to Al Hudaydah, or I can take you across the Empty Quarter to Aden.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MEDJUEL (in Arabic): JANE (in Arabic): Just so you know, it wasn't my idea to leave you behind.

Oh, I'm sure you argued my case passionately all through the night.

I'm a mere valet-- nobody listens to me.

You're a man of straw, Passepartout.

You care only about yourself.

♪ ♪ MEDJUEL: If any of you want to survive the night, you stay close together.

And you stay quiet.

♪ ♪ From here it's very dangerous-- keep quiet, keep close.

I don't want it.

Take it.

I'm not killing anybody for a rich man's wager.

I'm not losing my wife because you don't believe in anything.

Take it.

♪ ♪ (horse neighs softly) What is it?

(breathes deeply) ♪ ♪ (horse neighing in distance) Dismount, quickly!

(camel groans) PASSEPARTOUT: Maybe they just want the camels.

MEDJUEL: No.

They want us.

(horses nickering in distance) MEDJUEL: Be ready.

PASSEPARTOUT: Be ready for what?

I can't see a thing.

♪ ♪ (breath trembling) PHILEAS: Passepartout?

Do you remember when we... Move!

(shouting, galloping) (grunts) (gasps, guns fire) (horse whinnying, man crying out) (fires) (yelling) (guns firing) (blade sings) (guns firing) (horses galloping and neighing) JANE: There!

Be careful, Passepartout!

They're trying to get us to use up our ammunition.

How can we fight them if we can't even see them?

(gun fires, horse neighs) ABIGAIL (yelps): Passepartout!

(screams): Passepartout!

(gun fires, man screams) (audio distorts) (horse neighs) (panting, guns firing, men yelling) JANE: Run, Miss Fix!

♪ ♪ (gun fires) (Abigail panting, guns firing) PHILEAS: I'm nearly out!

MEDJUEL: As am I.

Here they come again.

♪ ♪ (horse neighs) (in Arabic): (fire ignites) (panting) (matchbox rattles) (horses galloping, guns firing) (men shouting) (guns firing) MEDJUEL: They've gone for reinforcements.

MEDJUEL: We go now or we die!

ABIGAIL: Passepartout!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (breath trembling) ♪ ♪ MEDJUEL: There she is, my friends.

Aden.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) PHILEAS: Let's go on ahead and buy our tickets.

I hope it's not a Muslim ship-- I simply must have a beer.

Have them draw a bath for me in my cabin.

Need a jolly good scrub.

That petroleum.

Burned like a Roman candle, didn't it?

This new industrial world is going to need some powering.

I wonder if we could actually utilize that stuff.

(bags drop) I killed a man, Monsieur.

I know you did, yes.

Nasty business.

Yes.

(inhales sharply) I, I understand now that my attempt to circumnavigate the world in 80 days is not going to be without some extremely serious obstacles.

That is still all you care about?

Going around the world in 80 days?

I made a wager.

A bet?

That is the only reason you are here?

You're upset about killing a man, I just don't know.

I'd be, I'd be disappointed in you if you weren't.

But now...

Put that behind us now.

Look to the future.

Hm?

To India!

(pats shoulder) PHILEAS: I'll go and secure our cabins.

Meet you and Miss Fix back at the market.

Yes?

(people talking in background) Your friends really are extremely interested in themselves.

Aren't they, Passepartout?

Who are you?

(chuckles) Drink?

ABIGAIL (voiceover): For the offices of "The Daily Telegraph," Fleet Street, London.

Safely in Aden, stop.

JANE: This is where we leave you.

ABIGAIL: On behalf of my father, I would like to apologize for his behavior towards you and your husband.

One day, God willing, I will tell him to his face of the great hurt he has done to you.

It's not important to me anymore.

But there is one thing you could do for me.

Anything.

When you get back to London, tell my children.

I'll tell them.

Jane Digby a marvel.

Stop.

♪ ♪ JANE: Every decision I made I made for myself.

JANE (voiceover): The joy is mine.

The pain is mine.

Bernard Fortescue a... A liar.

(telegraph tapping) Stop.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I've decided I'm going to let you continue with me around the world.

Is that acceptable?

Most acceptable, yes.

Right!

Let's board our ship.

KNEEDLING (voiceover): I have a friend who is very keen that our Mr. Fogg doesn't make it back to London on Christmas Eve.

All you need to do is make sure he's delayed in India, and he misses the sailing to Hong Kong.

Yeah.

The rich get all the money, and the poor get all the work, huh?

(chuckles) Perhaps not always.

(puts envelope down) I don't betray my friends.

(chuckles): Friends?

Is that really what they are?

Are they not your master and mistress, who care only about themselves and their wager?

See, money... (slides envelope across) ...is freedom.

One small favor for me will buy you a lot of freedom.

Cigar?

(fires) ♪ ♪ What do I have to do?

PHILEAS: A friend bet me I couldn't do this thing.

I'm going to prove that I can.

No matter what it costs?

(gasping) I've never seen a man so sick!

Please, help him.

(softly): Stella.

No, it's me, Abigail.

Now you're finally here, I can tell you everything!

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