American Hero Page #2

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Told me I could stay with them

'til I got my sh*t together.

One of these days he's gonna get his sh*t

together. You know what he said?

He said I could stay with him

'til I get back on my feet.

What kinda sh*t is that?

Back on my feet. Right.

Jump!

Sh*t!

You alright, man?

I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good!

I'm good. Baby, I'm good.

- Lucas is here.

- What?

Lukey!

With his spectacles and all.

Yeah, Lukey!

The motherfucking science teacher.

What's up, bro? How you doing, man?

Melvin is not like other people.

Ever since we were kids,

we came to discover he had...

abilities to move objects using

only the power of his mind.

Okay, so... on first glance,

if you look at both heads,

you don't see anything different.

Now... let's look at Melvin's again.

Here, we start to notice

very small anomalies

on the outer sleeve of the brain.

That's about the only thing

that I see that's different.

And I've studied this guy

for over a decade.

Everything else about him reads normal.

I run tests on every other part

of his body and found nothing.

Now, Mel he comes in from time

to time and we check to, you know,

to see if his blood clean,

his brain is flowing, simple stuff.

We don't publicize. We don't talk about

anything outside of my laboratory.

Truth is, and he don't

mind me saying this...

and speaking as a professional,

he has so much to offer

the world of science...

and there's so much potential for him.

This little light, this little light

This little light of mine

This little light, this little light

This little light of mine

This little light, this little light

This little light of mine

I'm gonna let it shine

This little light, this little light

This little light of mine

This little light, this little light

This little light of mine

This little light, this little light

This little light of mine

I'm gonna let it, I'm gonna let it shine

Everywhere, everywhere

Everywhere I go

I'm gonna let it shine, let it shine

- Yes, sir! Hallelujah!

- Yes, sir!

- Nice, reverend!

- Yes, sir!

Here on this beautiful afternoon,

you're about to experience magic.

Yes, I say to you, beautiful, magic.

You are gonna watch this wheelchair

levitate in the air.

Yeah! Levitate!

But to make this trick successful,

I need a dollar.

Yes, I ain't say thirty-five cents and no,

I didn't say no fifty-five cents.

I need a dollar. Going once.

And you, the beautiful in the pink.

Thank you so very much. Anyone else?

You got one more dollar, brother.

Give me that last one. This is the one.

Let's go, let's go, let's go! Anybody else?

You're gonna watch some magic.

I promise you that.

Criss Angel ain't got nothing

on this trick. Now, here we go!

Everyone, are you ready?

The best act out of the West Bank.

My main man, a hundred grand.

Here he is, y'all!

That's my boy! That's my boy!

He's settling in.

It's a part of the meditation.

Let the magic man

do what the magic man do.

Pictures ain't free. Okay, ladies

and gentlemen, it is about to go down.

Yes! What'd I tell you!

Do not try this at home.

I need a dollar. I need a dollar.

Anybody else? Come on, come on.

That's what I'm talking about.

Come on! You see, that's magic.

Give it up for him, y'all!

Melvin!

The kitchen furniture moves you're doing,

please can you put it back?

Yeah, Mom, I'm playing the piano here.

Please put the table and chairs

back where they belong.

You know I don't love you

touching my stuff.

Coming.

Thank you. And the lamp.

- What is up with you, love?

- Nothing.

Hey, Melvin?

My curling iron, it's shorted.

So? Is that my problem?

Yeah, actually it is your problem.

It's you're f***ing fault.

You, language.

Do you see my hair? Do you want me

to go see Ryan like this? Really?

Ryan or not,

you do not curse in this house.

Okay. Well, you know what?

Thanks a lot, Melvin. You're a dick.

- Can't wait to meet, Ryan. He sounds lovely.

- F*** off.

- Are you feeling okay?

- Sure, Mom. Never better.

I've been living here

about thirty-five years.

I seen all kinda changes,

but nothing to compare to Katrina.

She just come along

and blew everything away.

We gets all kinda hurricanes

around these parts.

But we ain't never seen

nothing like her before.

Man, the Lord was angry.

People was floating along the streets.

Dogs! Families standing on rooftops...

Crying 'cause they ain't gots

no home no more.

My old man, he a booze hound,

he been on the ward for years.

And my boy, Deon... he in the pen.

So me?

I gots no one to help me.

So I sank to my knees

and I asked the Lord to help me.

The Lord come.

Melvin.

Melvin, that's what!

He showed up when the storm was raging

and I was cowering in my kitchen

like a kicked dog, roof clean gone.

And he led me out to safety.

Storm passed, sun came out...

wind died down. I come home...

my roof is on.

How... how you gonna

explain sh*t like that?

The brown current ran swiftly

out of the heart of darkness.

And Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too.

And Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too.

Genius.

As Conrad got older, he wrote less.

He eventually settled in England.

Didn't care much for public

scrutiny or adoration.

Guess he just wanted to be

out in the country by himself.

Like Conrad, Mom was

a reclusive writer as well.

Listen to this.

The day broke gray and dull. God!

I mean, I wish I could come up

with sh*t like that.

Instead, I look out the window

and I think, oh, f***! It's raining.

Here, there's something else

I wanna read you.

F*** off.

One day, I was like I guess maybe...

it was right before Katrina. Actually,

it was a little ways before Katrina.

This f***ing family shows up

in the neighborhood, right?

And it's f***ing Mel and his mom

and his f***ing smoking hot sister.

And this black guy in a wheelchair,

named f***ing Lucille.

And f***ing Mel,

he does this weird ass trick,

where he likes stacks up

these quarters, okay?

It's like just sitting there still and all

of a sudden he starts doing this sh*t

and the quarters start lifting up, right?

And they start separating.

And I was like... looking at Lyle,

we're both like, what the f***, man?

Now, we're just like f***ing boys, I mean.

Lucille, Mel, Lucas, Lyle, me,

we're like family. You know what I mean?

- How much you got, Lyle?

- Eighty dollars.

- Sh*t, get as much as you can get.

- Think I got enough for that...

- Quarter?

- Alright, man.

See if they'll roll one up for me.

I don't like rolling motherf***er.

These niggas ain't got

nothing better to do.

You don't know how to roll.

Yo, what's up, Nate?

You got some weed for me, bro?

You know it. Hey, holla at my man,

Ramone, right there.

What's going on, bro?

If it ain't black-man and Robin.

What's happening?

Sup, cuz? Cat got your tongue?

We ain't related, nigga.

And don't be calling your cuz.

We might be related

considering I banged your momma.

Big baller, shot caller?

Hey, come on. Get that little crippled

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