Hugo Page #5

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?

Oh, 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, um...

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...

You know this volume?

My father and I

used to read it together.

Hmm.

It is intended for... my godson.

But now I think it is intended...

for you, Monsieur Cabret.

Might I have another cup?

Still brewing. Soon.

Demitasse, like everything else,

must happen at the opportune moment.

If we only knew when that moment was.

Oh, Gustave, be intrepid.

Say hello to her.

Come on, give me your best smile.

Your best smile.

It's beautiful.

Radiant!

Thank you.

- Oh.

- Mademoiselle Lisette.

A very gracious good evening to you.

- Monsieur Inspector.

- Hmm, yes.

Hmm, yes.

Those are lovely posies, those.

Thank you.

Yes, they're from Gourdon.

They come in on the overnight train,

so they're very fresh.

Ah, Gourdon.

Splendid country, that.

Robust.

The weather...

the cows and such mooing.

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