Little Boy

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This is O'Hare, California.

Back then, it was nothing more

than a sleepy fishing village

with a hill at the end

of Main Street.

Like you see in postcards.

My story takes

place on the home front,

in the midst of World War II.

That's me, the little fella.

Closer?

Stop causing trouble,

you midget.

Nobody in

that town liked me much.

One, two, three.

I was eight years old.

But the story really starts

the day I met my dad.

My only friend.

My partner.

He's a boy.

Wow. He's so...

What? Little?

Well, he'll grow. Right?

I got you covered, okay?

'Cause we're partners.

I wanted to be just like him.

And do everything he did.

And everything we did

became a great adventure.

Hey, watch out!

I'm very proud of you, partner.

You handled the pain

like a true hero.

Actually, you remind me

of another hero,

Ben Eagle, the magician.

Ben Eagle.

Ben Eagle said to his sidekick,

"Do you believe

you can do this?"

"Do you believe you can do this?"

That became our motto.

Do you believe we can do this?

Yes, I believe we can do this!

Let's go, partner.

The mast is broken.

Partner, do you believe

you can do this?

Yes, I believe I can do this.

This is the police.

Partner, do you believe

we can do this?

Yes, partner.

Pepper.

Pepper Flynt Busbee,

I've been yelling for 20 minutes.

That's my mom.

Come on,

we're in the middle of a great story.

Always there

to snap us back to reality.

It's time to go to bed.

Come on.

And that's my brother, London.

Finally old enough

to sign up for the fight.

Bye, Mom.

All was good

in the old Busbee home.

Or so I thought.

The new Ben Eagle.

You've got to bring your

quarter for a look-see.

What are you having,

your usual today?

Yeah, give me the usual.

Me, too.

The war was still raging.

The enemy

has infiltrated the U.S.A.

Stupid America.

You know not what all you do.

Not on my watch, little fella.

Everyone was pitching in,

doing their part.

Uncle Sam had all the teens lining up,

ready to fight.

Busbee, London.

Sorry, son. 4F.

Hoffman, William.

Sergeant, sir?

With all due respect, what do flat

feet have to do with killing Japs?

That's just the way it is, kid.

Thanks.

Welcome

to the U.S. Army.

Landry, Gene.

How's the weather down there, midget?

Two vanillas.

Hey, the world looks

bigger from down here.

He sure is small.

Hey, where's your cane,

Tiny Tim?

You think you're gonna

buy 'em this time?

No, not today.

Piece of junk.

4F. Stupid war.

I can't let you do this, Dad.

This is my fight.

But you always knew

one of us had to go.

And it was supposed to be me.

Come on, London.

Aren't you gonna eat anything?

London's not going

to war, right?

Does that mean

you're going instead?

Yes.

He'll be back

before you know it.

Why can't we stay together?

Partner, I have to go.

I don't want you to go.

Time's up, Privates.

You have nothing

to blame yourself about.

You take care of yourself, okay?

I'm not a midget, right?

We, shouldn't use that word.

Midget is a, mean word

for people with dwarfism.

Um, I'm afraid your son had

something to do with the nickname.

Mom!

That's okay, Pepper.

I will make sure

Freddy makes things right.

Any news from James?

He should be there on the 15th.

He said his tour

would end by summer.

That's what he said

in his last letter.

Do I have dwarfism, or what?

You know what?

Let's just keep an eye on you.

You know, it's really too soon

to make any type of diagnosis.

I will, however,

suggest we see each other regularly.

But for now, Pepper,

let's just say you're a...

Little boy.

Teacup!

Come on, get up.

Mr. Jones yelled

at me yesterday.

He really blew a fuse about his car.

He said you were a...

- Do you want to know what he called you?

- No, I don't.

Let's hear this baby hum.

Why is this thing not working?

The old one works fine.

Your dad was happy with it.

What do you know?

He's gonna love this.

Now mind your own and get

the lousy Packard ready!

Can I go?

Yeah, go.

Don't need

your pestering, either.

And what about my money?

I don't have any.

But Mom told you.

"But Mom told you."

This ain't time to be

spending money like that.

What a waste.

Your dad's been eyeing these

boots for a long time, hasn't he?

Yes, he has.

Thank you.

Hi, Jenny. Can I have two

tickets for the Ben Eagle show?

Does this mean your

father's coming back?

Yes, he should be here soon.

Bye, Jenny. Thank you.

Good morning, Mrs. Busbee.

On March 11th, your husband,

James L. Busbee,

was part of a

tactical operation.

His platoon was sent

to secure Malabang,

a village in the Philippines.

I can't wait to see him.

He's the best.

Hey, look. It's the midget

who ratted on me.

Let's go! Let's get him!

Fight!

Midget! Midget!

Midget! Midget!

Stop!

We can't call him "Midget."

It could traumatize him.

Gimme that.

In the name of the freakiest thing alive,

I baptize you, "Little Boy."

Is my husband dead or alive?

We don't know, ma'am.

His body wasn't located at the scene.

We believe he's been taken

as a prisoner of war.

Good luck getting out.

What's wrong?

He's barely eaten all week.

Just take him, would you?

He got the extra

ticket for your dad.

Fine.

Elegant in his top hat and floating cane,

Ben Eagle, the magician...

...is, in reality,

a super crime fighter!

In today's episode,

is Tyra finally safe from

the clutches of Sir Pent?

Hey! Going for a drink.

But the live show is next.

This is what happens to Ben

Eagle's precious interest.

You'll never get away with it.

What are we gonna do?

There are too many.

Teleportation, Kid Falcon.

I hope this works.

Ben Eagle.

Ben Eagle!

And now, the moment of truth.

I am searching.

Searching for the one who the

High Lama of Tibet told me

would be in this very room.

The chosen one.

Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!

You.

Look who's here.

London.

My boy.

Hey, Sam.

Hey, London. The usual?

What you are about

to see is not an illusion.

You will bear witness

to a profound experience.

The movement of an inanimate

object through inner power.

But I'm not gonna perform it.

My new colleague will.

Lamac lamec, bachalyos cabahagi!

Now you have the power.

It's up to you to achieve

the impossible.

But they're gonna

make fun of me.

Not if you move the bottle,

they won't.

You just do as I say.

Raise your hands and

point them at the bottle.

Get off the stage, runt!

Ignore the world.

Ignore the world.

Focus.

Stand up, Little Boy.

He is standing.

Get him a step stool.

Do you believe you can do this?

Partner, do you

believe you can do this?

Do you believe you can move it,

yes or no?

Yes, I believe

I can move the bottle.

I don't believe you.

Yes, I believe I can move it!

Louder.

Yes! I can move the bottle!

That's the kind of faith that Moses got

when he parted the Red Sea.

The kind of faith

that little David had

when he defeated

Goliath with a little stone.

That's what we need, my friends,

in these difficult times.

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