Hugo

Hugo Cabret:
I'd imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn't be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.

Isabelle:
This might be an adventure, and I've never had one before - outside of books, at least.

Isabelle:
We could get into trouble.

Hugo Cabret:
That's how you know it's an adventure.

Mama Jeanne:
Georges, you've tried to forget the past for so long, but it has caused you nothing but unhappiness. Maybe it's time you tried to remember.

Lisette:
Don't forget to smile.

Station Inspector:
Which one? I've mastered three!

Georges M?li?s:
If you've ever wondered where your dreams come from, you look around... this is where they're made.

Isabelle:
[watching A Trip to the Moon] It's in color!

Mama Jeanne:
Of course it is, we tinted them. We painted them by hand, frame by frame.

Hugo Cabret:
I'm sorry, it's broken.

Georges M?li?s:
No it's not. It worked perfectly!

Isabelle:
I think we should be very... clandestine!

Hugo Cabret:
[not knowing what "clandestine" means] Um, okay...

Station Inspector:
[to his dog while in the bath] If he is deceased, then who has been winding the clocks?

[cut to reveal that the Inspector and the dog are in the bath together]

Georges M?li?s:
My friends, I address you all tonight as you truly are; wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, magicians... Come and dream with me.

Isabelle:
I enjoy the poetry of Christina Georgina Rossetti. She wrote, "My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit."

Hugo Cabret:
Maybe that's why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn't able to do what it was meant to do... Maybe it's the same with people. If you lose your purpose... it's like you're broken.

Georges M?li?s:
My life has taught me one lesson, Hugo Cabret, and not the one I thought it would. Happy endings only happen in the movies.

Hugo Cabret:
I've got to go!

Station Inspector:
You'll go nowhere until your parents are found.

Hugo Cabret:
I don't have any!

Station Inspector:
Then it's straight to the orphanage with you! You'll learn a thing or two there. I certainly did. How to follow orders, how to keep to yourself. How to survive without a family, because you don't need one! You don't need a family! [as Gustav makes a call to the orphanage, Hugo breaks out of the cell and escapes]

Isabelle:
[last lines; at the part Isabelle smiles as she watches Hugo doing magic tricks, she sits and starts writing in her notebook] [voice over] Once upon a time, I met a boy named Hugo Cabret. He lived in a train station. Why did he live in a train station, you might well ask. That's really what this book is going to be about. And about how this singular young man searched to hard to find a secret message from his Father, and how that message lead his way, all the way home. [Screen leads up to where we can see the automaton sitting at a desk, perfectly fixed. The screen fades to black]

Isabelle:
[wonders if she dares to ask the question] Where do you live?

Hugo Cabret:
[Hugo looks at her for a minute, then turns and points to the giant clock at the train station across the bridge] There.

Hugo Cabret:
[Angry and disappointed that the automaton hasn't written anything of sense] What an idiot! Thinking I could fix it!

Isabelle:
Hugo... [Hugo looses his composure and begins smashing various items in the room]

Hugo Cabret:
It's broken! It's always been broken! [Sits in chair, covers his face and begins to cry]

Isabelle:
Hugo, it doesn't have to be like this. You can fix it.

Hugo Cabret:
[crying] You don't... you don't understand. I thought... I thought if I could fix it... then I wouldn't be so alone. [Hugo's sobs fill the room. Suddenly, the machine begins to draw again]

Isabelle:
Hugo, Hugo look! It... it's not done! [they watch as the automaton begins to draw a picture]

Hugo Cabret:
[voice breaking] It's not writing! It... it's drawing! [they see it is a scene from the movie "A Trip to the Moon."] That's the movie my Father saw! [the automaton signs Georges M?li?s'name]

Isabelle:
[amazed] Georges M?li?s. That's Papa Georges name. Why would your Father's machine sign Papa Georges' name?

Hugo Cabret:
I don't know. [picks up drawing and looks at robot] Thank you. [turns to Isabelle] It was a message from my Father. And now I have to figure it out.

Hugo:
does knowing your parents give you purpose?

Papa Georges/Georges Méliès:
Back from the dead.

Mama Jeanne/Jeanne d'Alcy:
Stop it, Georges! Stop it! This is your work!

Papa Georges/Georges Méliès:
MY WORK?! What am I? Nothing but a penniless merchant, a broken windup toy!

Papa Georges/Georges Georges Méliès:
I trusted you. This is how you thank me. You're cruel. Cruel.

Isabelle:
I should get back.

Hugo:
Okay.

Isabelle:
Thank you... for the movie today. It... It was a gift.

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Isabelle:
Who are you?

Hugo:
Your grandfather stole my notebook. I've got to get it back before he burns it.

Isabelle:
Papa Georges isn't my grandfather. And he isn't a thief. You're the thief. You're nothing but a - a reprobate.

Isabelle:
Come on.

Hugo:
Where are we going?

Isabelle:
Only to the most wonderful place on earth. It's Neverland and Oz and Treasure Island all wrapped into one.

Hugo:
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.

Isabelle:
Really?

Hugo:
He said it was like seeing his dreams in the middle of the day. The movies were our special place.

[after Hugo and Isabelle find a wooden box in a hidden cabinet in Méliès house, the box gets accidently broken exploding a mass of paper with sketches including a similar one of the moon]

Papa Georges/Georges Méliès:
Back from the dead.

[Méliès picks up the some of the drawings and starts to rip them in anger]

Mama Jeanne/Jeanne d'Alcy:
Stop it, Georges! Stop it! This is your work!

Papa Georges/Georges Méliès:
MY WORK?! What am I? Nothing but a penniless merchant, a broken windup toy! [looking at Hugo] I trusted you. This is how you thank me. You're cruel. Cruel.

[he starts to cry and Isabelle takes Hugo out of the room]

Isabelle:
I should get back.

Hugo:
Okay.

[as she says goodbye to Hugo and turns to leave to return to the station]

Isabelle:
Thank you... for the movie today. It... It was a gift.

Hugo Cabret:
Listen to me! Please! Please! Listen to me! You don't understand! You have to let me go! I don't understand, why my father died! Why I'm alone! This is my only chance to work. You should understand!

Hugo Cabret:
I am Hugo!

Georges MéLièS:
Magic tricks and illusion became my speciality. The world of imagination. My beautiful wife was my muse, my star, and we couldn't have been happier. We thought it would never end. How could it? But then the war came. And youth and hope were at an end. The world had no time for magic tricks and movie shows. The returning soldiers, having seen so much of reality, were bored by my films. Tastes had changed, but I had not changed with them. No one wanted my movies anymore. Eventually I... I couldn't pay the actors... or keep the business running, and... and so my enchanted castle fell to ruin. Everything was lost. One night, in bitter despair, I... I burned all my old sets and costumes. I was forced to sell my movies to a company that melted them down into chemicals. These chemicals were used to make shoe heels. With the little money I had from selling my films, I bought the toy booth... and there I have remained. The only thing I couldn't bring myself to destroy was my beloved automaton. So I gave him to a museum, hoping he would find a home. But they never put him on display. And then the museum burned. It's all gone now. Everything I ever made. Nothing but ashes and fading strips of celluloid. My life has taught me one lesson, Hugo, and not the one I thought it would. Happy endings only happen in the movies.

Isabelle:
Why would my key fit into your father's machine?