- 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?!
- Quick, empty your pockets. - You're hurting me!
Empty your pockets, or I'll call the Station Inspector.
Do as I say!
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?
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?!
A wolf!
Move, move!
As you were.
Move!
Stop that child! Apprehend!
Monsieur Frick!
Hey! Move aside!
Move!
Pardon me!
Sir, move!
Malediction!
No! Stop the train!
Hold the train!
Help! Help! Assistance!
Hold it, hold the train!
Move the bag! Move the bag!
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?
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!
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.
Look at that.
Can we fix him?
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.
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.
- 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.
Time...
My time is... 60 seconds in a minute.
Sixty minutes in an hour.
Time is everything.
Everything.
Time, time, time...
OK.
Oh, hello.
I just thought...
a rather nice joke.
Stop that! No, Schatzi! Stop it!
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.
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.
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.
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?!
Was that your paper bag?
It states clearly...
Yes, Gustave Dasté here. Yes, Officer, another orphan.
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.
- 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?
Any time in the last year?
- No, I don't think so. - Very suspicious, then.
If you should see her, please...
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... 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?
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 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 Méliés?
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?
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.
Nobody wanted him.
We fixed it.
No, but it needed my...
my key.
- The key I gave you. - No, no, Mama, he...
No. No, you take this away. Can't dredge up the past now.
Whatever happens, you don't let Papa Georges see it.
- Please tell us what's going on. - Out! None of your business.
You must both forget this.
My father and I, we worked hard to fix this.
This is all I have left of him.
I need to know what this means.
Please.
There are things you're too young to understand.
You should not yet know such sadness.
- It's Papa Georges. - He can't know you're here.
Quiet!
Now just keep quiet. I'll find a way to get him out of the apartment.
Not a noise from either of you.
She looked at the armoire.
I already searched it when I was looking for your notebook.
I'll look again. You stand guard.
Splendid.
- Where's Fizzie? - You just missed her.
Not on the stairs? Didn't you see her when you were going past?
- No. - No? Well...
Look.
We have to investigate.
Let me. I'm taller.
- Knock on it. - OK.
Back from the dead.
Stop. Stop, Georges.
- Stop it! This is your work! - My work?!
What am I?
Nothing but a penniless merchant! A broken windup toy.
I trusted you.
This is how you thank me.
You're cruel.
Cruel.
I should get back.
OK.
Thank you...
for the movie today. It...
It was a gift.
Sorry, I...