Hugo Page #4

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.

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