Hugo Page #5

My life has taught me

one lesson, Hugo,

and not the one I thought it would.

Happy endings only happen in the movies.

I'll be right back.

Stop that! No, no!

Don't you frighten Monsieur Frick.

Schatzi, what's he got?

What has he got?

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness me.

Did you see that?

Be brave. My brave soldier.

Oh! Monsieur Frick, I am undone!

- Good evening.

- Ah, hello.

There has been

a disquieting development.

- What is it?

- You know Monsieur Claude?

- Mm-hmm.

- He's been found deceased.

- No.

- Monsieur Claude!

Consequently, he will no longer be

employed here winding the clocks.

You've got a little friend. Look!

- Oh, hello.

- Hello.

- Monsieur Claude is dead.

What? Why'?

What happened to him?

They found his corpse in the Seine.

It's been down there

for many months, it seems.

Can't say I'm surprised.

He was an inebriant

of the highest order.

- Well, yes, he was a drunk.

- Shoo.

- Oh, I wouldn't say that.

- Yes, he was a drunk!

Scram! Shoo!

He could've drunk

the entire River Seine.

- Please, go away! Go! Shh.

- Hold it!

- Let me go! Let me go!

- Did you think you'd escape me?

- Gustave, have a heart!

- Please, help me!

Please.

- No.

He's been undermining

this station for too long.

Come on!

- What's the boy done?

- Let me go!

- You happy now, boy?!

- Don't do this!

Do not leave my office.

You don't understand,

I've got to go.

You'll go nowhere

until your parents are found.

I don't have any!

Then it's straight

to the orphanage with you.

You'll learn a thing or two there.

I certainly did.

How to follow orders.

How to keep to yourself.

How to survive without a family.

Because you don't need one.

You don't need a family.

Police headquarters,

Yes, it's me again.

Another orphan.

Has been a busy week.

Oh, trespass, theft, pilfering,

littering, pillorying,

walking about, playing.

It's irrelevant.

Please come and pick him up.

Anyway, how are you?

Oh, she came back?

Oh, you think it's yours?

Excellent.

Well, I suppose you'll find out

in seven months.

Pardon me. Oh, in March?

I'll try to come.

I... I tend not to plan

that far ahead.

Are you sure?

Well, oh, that's very flattering.

I don't know really whether it's

appropriate for me to be the godfa...

Oh! Sir, hold on!

Maximilian!

Move!

Move aside! Get out of the way!

Maximilian, find him!

You can't escape me!

There's nowhere to hide up there, boy!

Maximilian, he's gone

the other way. Come on!

You!

Get out of my way!

Got you!

- Oof!

No! Oh!

There's a boy! Turn it off!

There's a boy on the track!

Get out of the way!

Move back! Move aside!

Move back!

What were you thinking?

Are you injured?

- Come on!

Stand aside. Careful.

We'll let the orphanage

deal with you.

- No, I don't belong there!

- Where do you belong?

A child has to belong to somewhere.

Listen to me, please!

Please, listen to me!

You don't understand.

You have to let me go.

I don't understand

why my father died.

Why I'm alone.

This is my only chance...

to work.

You should understand!

I do!

I do.

Monsieur...

this child belongs to me.

I'm sorry. He's broken.

No, he's not.

He worked perfectly.

Honored guests, I am proud

to welcome you to this gala

celebrating the life and work

of Georges Mlis!

For years, most of his films

were thought to be lost.

Indeed, Monsieur Mlis

believed so himself.

But we began a search.

We looked through vaults,

through private collections,

barns and catacombs.

Our work was rewarded

with old negatives,

boxes of prints, and trunks

full of decaying film,

which we were able to save.

We now have over 80 films

by Georges Mlis.

And tonight, their creator,

and the newest member

of the Film Academy faculty,

is here to share them with you.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Ladies and gentlemen...

I...

I am standing

before you tonight...

because of one

very brave young man...

who saw a broken machine...

and against all odds, he fixed it.

It was the kindest magic trick...

that ever I've seen.

And now, my friends,

I address you all tonight

as you truly are:

Wizards, mermaids...

travelers, adventurers...

magicians.

Come and dream with me.

Yes, you can start with the thaumatrope,

the zoetrope, the praxinoscope.

Any study of the history of film

must begin with the...

Poppy'? The cave pictographs at...

- Niaux.

- Niaux.

About canine socialization.

Not canine romance?

Oh, Monsieur Frick, do I detect

a pearl in your oyster?

The boy designed it.

It does not squeak at all.

Don't forget to smile, darling.

Well, which one?

I've mastered three of them.

Don't worry. I'm now a fully

functioning man. Aren't I, dear?

Tap the deck. And it's up,

it's up, it's up... It's there!

- Is this your card?

- That is my card.

Once upon a time,

I met a boy named Hugo Cabret.

He lived in a train station.

"Why did he live in a train station?"

you might well ask.

That's really what this book

is going to be about.

It's about how

this singular young man

searched so hard to find

a secret message from his father...

and how that message lit his way.

All the way home.

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