Hugo Page #2

And it will be up to me

to decide when...

you've earned

your notebook, if ever.

- I already have a job.

- "Thief" is not a job, boy.

I have a different job.

But I'll come when I can.

You begin tomorrow. Go away.

I'll begin now.

Not that one, the other one.

Is this your card?

Where is it?

- Little man.

- Ah!

Where are your designated adults?

Answer me!

- Ain't got none.

- Do you have any parents?

- No!

- Excellent.

It's straight to the orphanage

with you, isn't it?

What were you doing

looking in that man's bottle?

Was that your...

Was that your bottle?!

as that your paper bag?

Was that your paper bag?

It states clearly...

Yes, Gustave Dast

here. Yes, Officer, another orphan.

Um, trespass and theft this time.

His hand was trespassing

inside a paper bag, with the intent

- of removing its contents.

The object of his plunder? A pastry.

Be quiet!

Keep... Stop your sniffling,

you little urchin,

- with your filthy little mitts.

No, of course I wasn't talking to you.

I have only the highest respect for you.

Please.

No, that was not a comment

about your wife.

- That's absurd.

I have not heard any of those rumors.

No, I was not aware of that.

Well, I'm sure she will return.

- Come on, you little vermin.

So here's the little

pastry thief, eh?

- This is the one.

- Who's a little strudel thief then?

Apologies about your wife.

What do you think I should do about her?

- What? About what?

- Leaving me.

- Oy!

- Hey! Come on!

- Nice try.

Go on, get in there!

- Do you think it's mine?

- What?

I don't know what to do.

She's having a baby, you know.

- Sure it's yours?

- Who else's could it be?

Of course it's yours. When's the last

time you had relations with her?

- Uh...

- Any time in the last year?

- No, I don't think so.

- Very suspicious, then.

If you should see her, please...

Oh. You sure you want her back?

Oh, yes, yes.

I love her very much.

Ready?

One, two, three!

- Perfect.

Robin Hood.

I saw this movie.

With Douglas Fairbanks.

Did you see that?

I've never seen a movie.

- What?

- Isn't it appalling?

You've never seen a movie?

Not ever?

Papa Georges won't let me.

- He's very strict about it.

- I love the movies.

My father always took me

for my birthday.

Hugo...

is your father dead?

I don't want to talk about it.

Isabelle...

do you want to have

an adventure?

We could get into trouble.

That's how you know it's an adventure.

- How did you two rats get in here?!

Come on!

And I'd better not see

you in here again!

Why doesn't Papa Georges

let you go to the movies?

I don't know. He never said.

I bet my parents would've let me.

What happened to them?

They died... when I was a baby.

But Papa Georges and Mama Jeanne,

they're my godparents,

so they took me in.

They're very nice about most everything,

except the movies.

My father took me

to the movies all the time.

He told me about the first one

he ever saw.

He went into a dark room,

and on a white screen,

he saw a rocket fly

into the eye of the man in the moon.

- It went straight in.

- Really?

He said it was like seeing

his dreams in the middle of the day.

The movies were our special place...

where we could go

and watch something and...

we didn't miss my mum so much.

You think about him a lot, don't you?

All the time.

Hugo, um... where do you live?

There.

My uncle taught me

how to run the clocks.

So I just keep on doing it.

Maybe he'll come back one day,

but I doubt it.

Aren't you afraid someone will find out?

Not as long as the clocks keep

on running and no one sees me.

- Act natural.

- What?

Just keep on walking.

Act natural.

How am I acting now?

You two, halt!

Come here.

Good day, monsieur.

- Where are your parents?

I work with my Papa Georges

at the toy booth.

Surely you've seen me there before.

And this is my cousin

from the country, Hugo.

You'll have to forgive him.

He's quite... simple-minded.

Doltish, really.

Poor thing.

Seems Maximilian doesn't like

the cut of your jib, little man.

He is disturbed by your physiognomy.

He is upset by your visage.

Why would he not like your face?

Eh?

Well, perhaps he smells my cat.

- Cat?

- Yes.

Christina Rossetti's her name,

after the poetess.

Would you like me to recite?

My heart is like a singing bird

Whose nest is in a water'd shoot

My heart is like an apple tree

Whose boughs are bent with thick-set...

All right, all right.

I know the rest.

That's enough poetry for today.

I love poetry, particularly

that poem by Chris... tina.

- Rossetti.

- She's... yeah.

She's one of my favorites.

I know it's Rossetti.

I know it's Rossetti.

I love poetry, just...

not in the station.

We're here to either

get on trains or get off them.

Or work in different shops,

is that clear?

- Yes, sir.

- Watch your step.

Go on, go.

Doltish?

Now, since I just saved your life,

how about letting me see

your covert lair?

- My what?

- Where you live, in the walls.

I have to go now. I have things to do.

Hold on!

You've seen my house.

Isn't it about time that I saw yours?

After all, I am your only friend.

You're not my only friend.

Being enigmatic really doesn't suit you.

- What are you up to?

- I've got to go.

I should never have left

the station to begin with.

Hugo!

- Where did you get this?

- None of your business.

- I need it.

- What for?

I just need it.

Not unless...

Not unless you tell me why.

Come.

This is marvelous.

I feel just like Jean Valjean.

Oh, this is superlative.

What is that?

It's an automaton.

My father was fixing it...

before he died.

Why would my key fit

into your father's machine?

He looks sad.

I think he's just waiting.

For what?

To work again.

To do what he's supposed to do.

What happens when you wind him up?

I don't know.

What's the matter?

I know it's silly...

but I think it's going

to be a message from my father.

What an idiot, to think I could fix it.

- Hugo...

- It's broken!

It'll always be broken!

- Look...

Hugo, look, it doesn't

have to be like this.

- You can fix it.

- You don't...

You don't understand.

I thought...

if I could fix it,

I wouldn't be so alone.

Hugo!

Hugo, look! Look, it's not done.

It's not done!

It's not writing...

it's drawing.

That's the movie

my father saw.

Georges Mlis?

That's Papa Georges' name.

Why would your father's machine

sign Papa Georges' name?

I don't know.

Thank you.

It was a message from my father.

And now we have to figure it out.

Come on.

- Come on.

- Isabelle?

Mama Jeanne, we...

We have to talk to you.

This is Hugo Cabret.

Good evening, ma'am.

Very good manners... for a thief.

I'm not a thief.

What's going on, Isabelle?

Oh, well, it's a terribly long story

filled with circumlocutions,

but do you remember

several weeks ago when...

Wait!

Mama?

Oh, children.

What have you done?

Where did you get this?

You'll call me a liar.

No, Child.

A mechanical man drew it.

Do you have him?

My father found him in a museum.

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