Hugo

- Good morning.

- Good morning, madame.

- Good morning.

- Hello.

New delivery. I'm sure you've

got some excellent books there.

Got you at last!

Not the first time you've stolen

from me, is it, my little thief?!

- Hm? Quick, empty your pockets.

- You're hurting me!

Empty your pockets,

or I'll call the Station Inspector.

Do as I say!

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

What are you doing with all these?

- And the other one.

- There's nothing in it.

Where's the Station Inspector?!

Ghosts.

Did you draw these pictures?

Did you draw these pictures?

Where did you steal this?

- I didn't steal it.

- You're a thief and a liar.

- Get out of here.

- Give me my notebook!

It's no longer your notebook!

It is my notebook and I'll do with it

what I like! Maybe I'll just burn it!

- No!

- Then tell me who did the drawings!

Get out of here, you little thief!

Why are you still here?

- Go!

- Maximilian, do you hear an atrocity'?

Calamity? Corruption? Go!

Excuse me, excuse me!

Move aside!

Move aside! Gangway!

Move, move!

Stand aside!

What?!

- Ah! A wolf!

Move, move! Ah!

As you were.

Move!

Stop that child! Apprehend!

Monsieur Frick!

Hey! Move aside!

Whoa!

- Move!

- Whoa!

- Move!

- Pardon me!

- Sir, move!

Malediction!

Oh! No! Stop the train!

Hold the train! Whoa!

Help! Help! Assistance!

Oh! Hold it, hold the train!

Move the bag! Move the bag!

Ohhh! Oh! No!

- Oh, my God! I'm so sorry

I'm so sorry.

No, no, no.

That was very, very bad.

I know you're there.

What's your name, boy'?

Hugo. Hugo Cabret.

Stay away from me, Hugo Cabret.

Or I'll drag you

to the Station Inspector's office.

He'll lock you up in his little cell,

and you'll never get out,

you'll never go to school,

you will never get married

and have children of your own

to take things

that don't belong to them.

Give me back my notebook.

I'm going home to burn your notebook.

- You can't burn my notebook.

- And who's to stop me'?

Oh, you look so cold.

I'm very hot.

He's really upset me.

- Who's really upset you?

- That child.

Who are you?

Your grandfather stole my notebook.

I've got to get it back

before he burns it.

Papa Georges isn't my grandfather.

And he isn't a thief.

You're the thief.

You're nothing but a...

a reprobate.

- You'll have to go.

- Not without my notebook.

Why do you need it so badly'?

I can't tell you.

Is it a secret?

- Yes.

- Oh, good, I love secrets.

- Tell me this instant.

- No.

Well, if you won't tell me,

then you'll have to leave.

- Not without my notebook!

- Shh!

I'll get in trouble.

Just go home.

All right.

I'll make sure he doesn't

burn your notebook.

Now go.

What is it?

It's called an automaton.

An aut... An automaton?

I found him abandoned

in the attic at the museum.

What does he do?

He's a windup figure,

like a music box.

This is the most complicated one

I've ever seen... by far.

You see, this one...

this one can write.

It must've been made in London.

Where Mother was from.

She was from Coventry, but she...

moved to London.

Magicians used machines like this

when I was a boy.

Some walked, some danced,

some sang.

But the secret was always

in the clockwork.

Huh, look at that.

Can we fix him?

Oh, I don't know, Hugo.

He's badly rusted.

And finding parts to fit

will be very hard.

Of course we can fix him.

We're clockmakers, aren't we?

But only after I've finished

my work at the shop

and at the museum, hmm?

You understand.

We'll put this back in.

Just steady it...

Perfect.

You see this?

Another complication.

Another mystery.

That makes you happy.

Mmm. A keyhole

in the shape of a heart.

Unfortunately, we don't have the key.

I fixed the gears and...

Uncle Claude.

There was a fire.

Your father's dead.

Pack your things, quickly.

You're coming with me.

- Quick!

You'll be my apprentice,

and you'll live with me at the station.

And I'll teach you how

to take care of them clocks.

These apartments were built for them

that run the station years ago.

But every body's forgotten they're here.

Your bed is in the corner, over there.

Now get some sleep.

We start work at 5:00.

Oh...

- What about school?

- You've finished with school!

There'll be no time for that

when you're in them walls.

Hugo, without me,

you'd be in the orphanage.

Ah, time...

- My time is... 60 seconds in a minute.

Sixty minutes in an hour.

Time is everything.

Everything.

Ah,

time, time, time...

OK.

Oh, hello.

- I just thought...

- ...rather nice joke.

- Ah, ah, ah!

Oh, oh!

Stop that!

No, Schatzi! Stop it!

- Oh!

- No, no, no, no!

Come back!

Stand back!

He's just a small little dog.

Please be careful!

You've stepped on him!

Don't hurt him!

- Good morning!

- Morning, sweetheart.

Hello, how are you?

Good morning, sir.

Can I help you with anything?

I'll take these.

I thought I might see you today.

I need my notebook.

Why do you need it so badly'?

To help me...

to fix something.

Go away.

Please just go away.

Wait! Hey!

- Sorry, I...

- I saw.

- Are you crying?

- No.

Hold still.

Look, there's nothing wrong with crying.

Sydney Carton cries.

And Heathcliff, too.

- In books, they're crying all the time.

- I can do it.

I need to talk to you.

It's terribly important, but...

But not here. We're too...

exposed.

- Come on.

- Where are we going?

Only to the most wonderful

place on earth.

It's Neverland and Oz and...

Treasure Island all wrapped into one.

- Good morning, Monsieur Labisse.

Ah, Isabelle.

May I present to you

Monsieur Hugo Cabret,

a very old and dear companion.

Monsieur Cabret.

Hello.

Well, thank you for this.

I think I'm halfway in love with

David Copperfield. Photography'?

- Back corner, left, top shelf.

- Thank you.

Listen, what's so important?

Papa Georges still has your notebook.

He didn't burn it.

That was all a trick.

- Why?

I don't know.

All I know is the notebook

made him very upset.

And he and Mama Jeanne stayed up

very late talking about it.

Well, you see, I think he was crying.

Why are you helping me?

Because this might be an adventure.

And I've never had one before...

outside of books, at least.

And I think we should be very...

clandestine.

OK.

By the way, my name's Isabelle.

Do you want a book?

Monsieur Labisse lets me borrow them,

and I'm sure I could get one for you.

No.

Don't you like books?

No... No, I do.

My father and I used to read

Jules Verne together.

Well, come on.

How do I get my notebook back?

Well, I think you

should stand up to him.

And don't tell him we talked.

I'll help you if I can.

Be steadfast.

Go away.

Fix it.

I said, fix it.

I know you've been

stealing parts from the shop.

You might as well use those

you haven't stolen yet.

Give me my notebook.

You've got a bit of talent.

But you'll have to prove there's

more to you than being a thief.

- You can earn your notebook.

- How?

Come to the booth every day.

I'll decide how long you must

work for each item you stole.

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