Wonderstruck

- (wolf snarling) - (frightened gasp)

- (gasps) - (barks)

MALE VOICE (echoing): Ben.

Ben.

- Ben! - (gasps)

Ben!

What?

What? What's the matter, huh?

Can't you hear me?

- Are you deaf? - Stop it, Robbie.

Go to sleep, boys.

Sorry, Mom.

Sorry, Aunt Jenny.

Shut up.

Hey, guess what. We forgot a present.

What's that?

Constellations.

Catch.

Ca... Oh...

: You really do live in a museum.

Why do you always look so sad, Benjamin Wilson?

Hmm. Neat.

It's like the one we saw on the trail.

Thanks, Mom.

Sure, handsome.

So?

Yes?

Was my dad an astronomer?

Maybe that's why I like outer space so much.

Makes sense.

Happy birthday, Mr. 12-Year-Old.

Don't stay up too long.

Mom?

Mom!

Geez... God, you scared me.

What are you doing out of bed?

Why won't you ever talk about him?

Other kids know their dads.

Not now, Ben. Go back to bed.

It's what I wished for, you know?

When I blew out the candles.

Another time, okay?

When it's the right time.

It's never the right time.

What does this mean?

What, Ben?

This quote.

"We are all in the gutter,

but some of us are looking at the stars."

You said it the night we saw the shooting stars,

and now it's on your wall.

Well, what do you think it means?

That's what you always say.

BEN (whispering): "We are all in the gutter,

but some of us are looking at the stars."

Mom.

Are you...?

- Ben! - Janet?

What are you doing here?

- No, what are you doing here? - (sighs)

This isn't your house. Those aren't your clothes.

I shouldn't have turned the light on.

- Benji, I... - You smoke?!

No. I-I mean...

God, please don't tell my parents, they're gonna kill me.

I don't understand.

You're wearing my mom's clothes!

Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry.

I-I just... I needed somewhere.

This was supposed to be my secret place, I just need...

- I can't look at you like that. - (record screeches off)

Oh, gosh.

A-Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Sorry.

Are your parents gonna sell this house?

I heard them talking about it.

Why can't I just move back in?

- It's my house. - I know.

And Robbie's kind of a pest.

If I knew where my dad was, I could just...

Are you still having those nightmares?

- Not... - (thunder rumbles)

Sometimes.

Come on, we should...

We should go home, probably.

- I am home. - I know, but...

You go.

I just want to stay here a little longer.

That's, that's really not a good idea.

There's supposed to be storms.

I won't tell your parents.

What?

That you were smoking.

Just let me stay a little longer.

You really won't tell? Seriously.

Yeah, I swear.

Oh, my God, then I completely owe you a favor, Benji.

For real.

We all miss her, you know.

Don't stay too long. Okay?

- (thunderclap) - (gasps)

Oh. Oh, no, no, no, no.

Uhh!

"A curator's job is an important one,

"for it is the curator who decides

what belongs in the museum."

"In a way, anyone who collects things

in the privacy of his own home is a curator."

"But how did the very first curators

"store their collections?

"They were kept in pieces of furniture

"called Cabinets of Wonder.

"Eventually, some collections grew beyond the confines

"of a single cabinet and took over entire rooms.

See figure nine."

Oh, my God.

"Danny."

: Danny.

Danny.

"Kincaid Books.

West 81st Street, New York, New York."

Uh, K...

L...

5...

0...

1...

8...

9.

: I'm not getting anything.

: Where am I?

What's wrong?

Hello?

I can't talk!

I can't... I can't talk!

"Sorry" is unacceptable,

and you need to get the police on the phone right now

and they need to be coming here!

And you have security that you can call

- that can close the doors! I understand.

Departure of bus 23 for Detroit.

Buffalo and Albany at Gate 4 on the lower level.

4:20 a.m.

Attention, please, attention, please.

Northeast transit buses...

Out on the street.

The summer heat.

Boys playing games.

Changing their names.

Pulling tricks.

Getting their kicks.

All the way down.

Let it ride.

Trying everything now.

Got to check it out.

Trying everything now, got to check it out.

Somebody said, you want a blow?

Hmm, why not?

I ain't got no place to go.

Meeting the stars.