Hugo Page #2

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.

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.

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