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.

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