(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
NARRATOR: 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.
(BICYCLE BELL RINGS)
Like you see in postcards.
(FLASHBULB POPS)
My story takes place on the home front,
in the midst of World War ll.
That's me, the little fella.
Closer?
Stop causing trouble, you midget.
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
NARRATOR: Nobody in that town liked me much.
PHOTOGRAPHER: One, two, three.
(FLASHBULB POPS)
NARRATOR: 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.
(GIGGLING)
NARRATOR: I wanted to be just like him.
And do everything he did.
And everything we did became a great adventure.
- MAN: Hey, watch out! - (BIKE COLLIDING)
JAMES: 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.
LITTLE BOY: Ben Eagle.
JAMES: Ben Eagle said to his sidekick,
"Do you believe you can do this?"
NARRATOR: "Do you believe you can do this?" That became our motto.
(HORSE WHINNYING)
Do you believe we can do this?
Yes, I believe we can do this!
Let's go, partner.
(GUNSHOT)
The mast is broken.
Partner, do you believe you can do this?
Yes, I believe I can do this.
MAN: (OVER MEGAPHONE) This is the police.
Partner, do you believe we can do this?
Yes, partner.
MRS. BUSBEE: Pepper.
Pepper Flynt Busbee, I've been yelling for 20 minutes.
NARRATOR: That's my mom.
Come on, we're in the middle of a great story.
NARRATOR: Always there to snap us back to reality.
MRS. BUSBEE: 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.
NARRATOR: 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.
(TATTOO GUN BUZZING)
NARRATOR: The war was still raging.
REPORTER: (ON TV) The enemy has infiltrated the U.S.A.
Stupid America. You know not what all you do.
Not on my watch, little fella. (GASPS)
NARRATOR: Everyone was pitching in, doing their part.
Uncle Sam had all the teens lining up, ready to fight.
SERGEANT: Busbee, London.
Sorry, son. 4F.
Hoffman, William.
(WHISPERING) 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.
SERGEANT: Welcome to the U.S. Army.
Landry, Gene.
How's the weather down there, midget? (LAUGHS)
Two vanillas.
Hey, the world looks bigger from down here.
He sure is small.
Hey, where's your cane, Tiny Tim?
(LAUGHING)
You think you're gonna buy 'em this time?
No, not today.
Piece of junk.
(METAL CLATTERS)
LONDON: 4F. Stupid war.
I can't let you do this, Dad.
This is my fight.
JAMES: 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?
(DOOR CLOSES)
Does that mean you're going instead?
Yes.
He'll be back before you know it.
(SOBBING)
Why can't we stay together?
Partner, I have to go.
I don't want you to go.
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
Time's up, Privates.
You have nothing to blame yourself about.
You take care of yourself, okay?
(CRYING)
(ENGINE STARTING)
I'm not a midget, right?
We, uh, shouldn't use that word.
Midget is a, uh, mean word for people with dwarfism.
Um, I'm afraid your son had something to do with the nickname.
Mom!
DOCTOR FOX: 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.
LONDON: Teacup!
(EXCLAIMS IN SURPRISE)
Come on, get up.
TEACUP: 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? - LONDON: No, I don't.
LONDON: Let's hear this baby hum.
(COMPRESSOR RUMBLING)
(COMPRESSOR HISSES)
(COMPRESSOR SPUTTERS)
(COMPRESSOR STOPS)
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.
(MOCKING) "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.
(CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
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.
(SIGHS)
(EXPLOSION)
(GUNFIRE)
Let's go! Let's get him!
(GRUNTING)
Fight!
KIDS: (CHANTING) Midget! Midget!
Midget! Midget!
Stop!
We can't call him "Midget." It could traumatize him.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(PANTING)
Gimme that.
(CHUCKLES)
In the name of the freakiest thing alive, I baptize you, "Little Boy."
(GASPING)
(YELLING IN JAPANESE)
ls my husband dead or alive?
OFFICER: 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.
(GRUNTS)
FREDDY: Good luck getting out.
(LAUGHING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
What's wrong?
(MRS. BUSBEE SNIFFLES)
He's barely eaten all week.
Just take him, would you?
He got the extra ticket for your dad.
Fine.
ANNOUNCER: (ON FILM) Elegant in his top hat and floating cane,
Ben Eagle, the magician...
(ALARM BELL RINGING)
is, in reality,
a super crime fighter!
(THUNDER CRACKING)
In today's episode,
is Tyra finally safe from the clutches of Sir Pent?
- (GROWLS) - (SCREAMS)
(EVIL LAUGH)
(WHISPERING) Hey! Going for a drink.
(WHISPERING) But the live show is next.
This is what happens to Ben Eagle's precious interest.
You'll never get away with it.
KID FALCON: What are we gonna do?
There are too many.
Teleportation, Kid Falcon.
I hope this works.
(EVIL LAUGH)
(GASPS)
(GASPS) Ben Eagle.
(SHOUTING) 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.
ALL: Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!
You.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
MAN: Look who's here.
London.
My boy.
LONDON: Hey, Sam.
Hey, London. The usual?
BEN: 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.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(THUDS)
(LAUGHING STOPS)
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.
BOY: Get off the stage, runt!
(ALL LAUGHING)
Ignore the world. Ignore the world.
Focus.
BOY: Stand up, Little Boy.
He is standing.
BOY: Get him a step stool.
Do you believe you can do this?
JAMES: Partner, do you believe you can do this?
BEN: 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!
(GRUNTING)
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
FATHER CRISPIN: 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.
So, like Father Oliver used to ask, what can we do?
What can we do for our relatives at war?
What can we do if we are here and they are there?
And the answer is,
if we have faith the size of a mustard seed,
we can move a mountain.
If we can move a mountain, then nothing will be impossible for us.
Not even ending this war.
And having our loved ones back.
(HARP PLAYING)
NARRATOR: I already knew someone who could move a mountain.
I wondered if the source of his powers was the mustard seed.
This was the source of unlimited powers?
So, if this was true, this was all I needed to...
And there he was.
The enemy.
London!
What?
There's a Jap at Gilliam's.
NARRATOR: I couldn't understand how one of them was free in O'Hare.
After Pearl Harbor, they put them all in camps.
REPORTER: After years of internment, the Army, in its wisdom,
has decided to release those of Japanese ancestry
who have proven loyal to the U.S.
They seem harmless, don't they? But can we trust 'em?
Well, I, for one, remember Pearl Harbor, so I say, "Remain vigilant."
(DOORS CLOSES)
Store doesn't serve Japs.
FATHER OLIVER: Everything okay here?
You forgot the onions, Hashimoto.
Put these on my tab.
Father, with all due respect...
Now, Gilliam.
These, too.
GILLIAM: Of course, Father.
I'm getting sick and tired of hearing again
and again and again about Pearl Harbor,
and about how my son gave his life for his country.
(VOICE BREAKING) Because he didn't.
Those Japs took his life.
And they did it the most cowardly way you can imagine.
We need to do something about that Jap.
LITTLE BOY: If I could, I would smash every Jap with my bare hands.
That's the rat's dump.
You want to smash him with your bare hands, huh?
Here you go.
Have at him.
(GRUNTS) Go on.
(GRUNTS)
There he is!
Take that, dirty Jap!
Maybe this'll let him know that slants ain't welcome...
(BOTTLE SMASHES)
NARRATOR: I finally understood why they don't let
flat feet into the Army.
(SIGHS)
FATHER CRISPIN: Five groups of 10 "Hail Marys" and five "Our Fathers."
In Latin.
Sancta Maria, mater Dei, or a pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen.
Now you.
In Latin?
Thank God nothing happened to Hashimoto.
I've finished.
Very good.
Something else?
FATHER CRISPIN: The seed itself doesn't do anything.
What I said is,
"if you have faith, the invisible power..."
Like Ben Eagle's powers?
Ben Eagle?
Well, no, that's just fantasy.
LITTLE BOY: How can you say that?
I met Ben Eagle and he showed me how to move a bottle.
He can also move a mountain just like you said.
No, no, no. That's not the same thing.
That's not faith. Let's see.
If you have faith, "fides" in Latin...
Father Crispin, I'll take it from here.
FATHER CRISPIN: I understand.
Take a seat.
Why don't you show me how you moved the bottle?
You want to see? Yes, I do.
(GRUNTING)
I guess that was stupid of me.
Why don't you try again?
(GRUNTING)
Again.
(GRUNTING)
(CONTINUES GRUNTING)
There, it moved.
No, you moved it.
Yes, because you moved me to move it.
See, I moved it because you wanted the bottle to move so much.
And that, you could say, is how faith works.
At least some of the time.
And this is as much as I need to move a mountain?
Well, in theory, yes.
But it's up to him.
He's the mover.
How could I get bigger faith?
The list, the ancient list.
For centuries, people believe that if you do this list,
it'll make your faith powerful.
This is what you have to do.
"Feed the hungry,"
"shelter the homeless,"
"visit those in prison,"
"clothe the naked."
Naked?
How is that supposed to...
"Visit the sick,"
"bury the dead."
Oh.
Just one more thing.
In order to make this list work for you,
I'm gonna add one essential item.
"Befriend Hashimoto"?
Are you crazy?
It's your choice, Pepper.
What does that Jap have to do with anything?
Everything.
Your faith won't work if you have
even the slightest bit of hatred in you.
Fine.
I'll do it, if that's what it takes to bring my dad back.
Come again?
Bring my dad back.
Yes, but only if it's God's will.
Why wouldn't God want to bring my dad back?
I don't know.
But if I get enough faith, nothing's impossible, right?
Yeah.
What do you want?
I'm sorry about the other day.
So were you nice to him? Yeah.
How can anyone be friends with a Jap?
Take him a gift, as a peace offering.
Hey, Jap-
(DROPS TOOL)
Want a soda?
And all he did was throw it in the trash.
Oh, I think you'll be okay.
Hang outwith him.
Hang out? Yup.
Just, uh, get to know him.
HASHIMOTO: Ollie, why are you getting me involved in this?
I just don't see how this helps anyone.
Yes, yes, he did.
But I don't even drink soda.
Jeez.
Just tell the kid to stop.
Oh, no, he's back again.
(PANTING)
Hey!
What are you doing monkeying around my house?
I want to hang out.
Go hang out somewhere else.
I meant with you.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Okay.
Let's hang out.
Come on, get in, Little Boy.
Bad nicknames travel fast in this town.
My family knows where I am.
Especially London.
Okay, let's hang out.
(KIDS GIGGLING)
Go ahead, I'll meet you inside.
No, no.
Okay.
What's he doing here?
Come.
What can I get you?
I'll have a chocolate sundae with...
Hey, I ain't talking to you, nip.
What do you want, Little Boy?
Two scoops of vanilla.
I haven't had ice cream in years.
Why are you eating my ice cream?
You can get ice cream anytime.
Next time, try chocolate.
Now are we finished hanging out?
Mmm-hmm.
Then can I scratch you from my list?
What list?
Father Oliver's ancient list.
Oh, golly.
You told the boy that if he waves a magic wand,
he can bring his father back.
You don't believe that, do you?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
If it's God's will, yes, he can do anything.
He could turn you into a rabbit if he wanted to.
Have faith, Hashimoto. You should try it.
Oh, not again.
I do have faith.
Faith in oneself.
Not in your imaginary friend in the sky. (CHUCKLES)
Let's hope this little game of yours
doesn't mess with the boy's mind.
LITTLE BOY: Two weeks?
But what about the list? I already finished with the Jap.
Really?
We're friends now.
You continue with Mr. Hashimoto
till I can't see the hate in your eyes anymore.
Go and visit a prisoner.
You already know one.
I'll help you with the list when I get back.
I promise.
Befriend that rat in order to get Dad back?
By doing this stupid list?
By befriending him, all you're doing is betraying Dad.
FREDDY: Hey!
Where do you think you're going, Little Boy?
(HORN HONKING)
Come on.
Jap lover!
You can drop me off here.
(CRYING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
I don't have anyone to help me with my list.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay.
First things first, my name is not "Jap."
It's Hashimoto.
Hmm?
All right, come in.
(GASPS)
Okay, come.
Show me what you got.
(SIGHS)
Hmm, where do we start?
"Visit those in prison."
Why is this crossed out?
My brother. (SIGHS)
At least that schmuck was good for something.
"Visit the sick." Hmm.
I can help you with that one.
Okay, just wait for me over here.
I'm here for my monthly check-up.
Who's your friend?
(WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
He's not my friend.
HASHIMOTO: Thank you.
Pepper.
Come on.
He's not his friend.
Hi.
Mmm.
I was just visiting.
You can keep it.
Thanks, kid.
"Shelter the homeless."
Is that one-eared oaf still working at the shop?
Teacup? Hmm.
(SNORING) LITTLE BOY: Yeah, he sleeps there.
Not quite a home, right?
What about London's vacant bed?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Hey, they fit.
I've never worn one of these before.
It feels nice.
Then I guess you can keep 'em, Teacup.
(CHUCKLES)
(SNORING)
HASHIMOTO: Next one.
"Clothe the naked."
Hmm.
Spider ladies.
They knit and bite all day.
Shouldn't you be somewhere,
playing with sticks or something,
with your friends?
He has no friends.
You want these two to be best friends.
Tight.
I think the baby's gonna like it.
Thank you.
NARRATOR: With Hashimoto's help,
I'd finish the list in no time.
And maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
Things were looking up.
- (DOORBELL RINGS) - DOCTOR FOX: Good afternoon, Mrs. Busbee.
I took the liberty of stopping by today because I...“.
I heard about your husband and...
Get your hat off.
Mrs. Busbee, I want you to know if you need anything,
you can count on me.
Thank you, Dr. Fox.
Yeah.
Boy, it smells good in here.
Is that a casserole I smell?
It is.
Yeah, I thought I could...
Would you like to join us?
(SIGHS)
Yeah.
Seems Dr. Fox always gets what he wants.
Dr. Fox?
This is great. Thank you so much.
Here we go.
Emma, Freddy and I haven't eaten like this since,
well, Clarice passed.
Um...
Thank you for getting me out of jail.
No trouble at all, son.
I would do anything for your mother.
LITTLE BOY: That's my dad's seat, you know.
DOCTOR FOX: I can see why.
Best view in the house.
FREDDY: May I be excused?
DOCTOR FOX: Yes, you may.
Hey!
What are you doing...
I heard about your stupid magic list.
And if you want it back, you're gonna have to get it from me.
(BOTH GRUNT)
But that was the list, the ancient list.
I need that one.
If you need it so bad, take it back from him.
How?
He's bigger than me.
Everybody's bigger than me.
(SIGHS)
Okay, stand up.
Let's see how small you are.
Hmm.
You're right.
Very, very small boy, indeed.
Toothpick arms, cricket legs.
Size of Masao Kume.
Who's Masao...
HASHIMOTO: Kume.
- Samurai. - LITTLE BOY: What's that?
You don't know what a samurai is?
Oh.
These are samurai, Japanese warriors.
What one's Masao Kume?
Hmm.
This is Masao Kume.
He doesn't look like a warrior.
He wasn't.
Not yet.
(GRUNTING)
HASHIMOTO: Masao Kume was small.
Powerless. Nothing but a servant.
But in every man's life, there comes a day of truth,
and that day came when the Mongols invaded Japan.
Who are the Mongols?
HASHIMOTO: They were bullies.
Samurai tried to defend their land.
But the Mongols, they had Bukha the Immense.
(YELLS)
(ALL YELLING)
(GROWLING)
(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)
(SHUDDERING)
(GROANING IN PAIN)
(GROWLING)
(GASPS)
The Mongols issued a challenge.
If anyone could defeat Bukha in battle,
they would leave Japan, never to return.
(GROWLING)
(SNARLS)
(EXHALES FORCEFULLY)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTS)
HASHIMOTO: Masao Kume believed that
nothing was more powerful than the will.
(GROWLING)
(ROARS)
(GROANS)
(PANTING)
HASHIMOTO: The will to face one's fear...
And to act.
Stand.
Now, don't measure yourself from here to the floor.
Measure yourself from here to the sky.
That makes you the tallest boy in town.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Hey, Freddy.
- Huh? - BOY: Look, Someone's giving you the stink eye.
Looking for something, Little Boy?
Maybe this.
It's a magic list, right?
Give it back.
Please.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
You fat motherless pig!
- (GRUNTS) - (GROANS)
(GROANS)
ALL: (CHANTING) Freddy, Freddy, Freddy.
This'll teach you to never mess with me.
ALL: (CHANTING) Freddy, Freddy, Freddy,
Freddy, Freddy, Freddy.
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
I'm finishing you this time.
Invite a friend over.
Feed the hungry also means inviting a friend to eat.
♪ Soda pop, cherry on top ♪
♪ Who's your boyfriend? ♪
Freddy boxed him and he whacked him with his lunchbox so hard.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
I'll get it.
Good day, Mrs. Busbee.
I, uh, seem to have made a mistake.
Would you wait there a moment?
Yes.
(DOOR CLOSES)
I said for you to invite a friend.
LITTLE BOY: He is my friend.
There's been no mistake.
Please come in, Mr. Hashimoto.
Thank you, Mrs. Busbee.
Do you have hot dogs in Japan, Mr. Hashimoto?
No, Mrs. Busbee.
It's been 42 years since I've been in Japan.
Seems like a lifetime ago.
And do you still have relatives over there?
All I have left of all my relatives is a photo of my two nephews,
Takeshi and Koji.
They probably live in my hometown still.
Haven't heard from them since...
The war changed everything.
Yes, it has.
For everyone.
Why did they send you away to the camps?
Pepper, that is not the kind of question you ask.
Mrs. Busbee, it's okay.
It's simple.
I have the face of the enemy.
Doesn't matter if this is my home.
Doesn't matter if I love this land, this country.
LONDON: Mom, where's that other set of keys?
That lame-brain Teacup forgot...
Maybe we should...
Yes, I'll help you clean up.
- MRS. BUSBEE: Thank you. - Mmm-hmm.
Sorry.
London?
London, what are you doing? Put that down right now.
London, put it down right now.
Please, London, think about your dad.
Get out.
- MRS. BUSBEE: London, think about what you're doing. - (COCKS GUN)
Please stop.
Stop.
Mrs. Busbee,
Pepper.
Get out.
Now.
Or I'll shoot you where you stand.
Get out.
A Jap will not eat at my father's table.
This is all your fault.
Dad had to go to war because you couldn't.
Listen to me.
If I see you hanging out with that rat,
I will smack you in front of everyone, do you underst...
Enough!
(DOOR SLAMS)
You need to stop this nonsense.
Stop what? Stop an eight-year-old boy from thinking
that he can do something to help his dad?
Tell me, London, what is so wrong with that?
Nothing.
Except for when the day comes to tell him
the Japs killed his father...
Stop saying your dad is dead.
Mom, I'm just trying to be prepared.
Oh, shut up.
(WOMEN CHATTERING)
Look at that.
Maybe you should go home now.
Is this man bothering you?
No.
He's my friend.
HASHIMOTO: Look, I have no business here with you.
All due respect, I'm going my way.
With all due respect, you're not going anywhere just yet.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
LONDON: Am I a joke to you?
Listen to me, if I see you around my brother again...
SAM: London! I will put a bullet in your head.
- Do you understand me? - SAM: That won't be needed.
I think Mr. Buddha-head here understands.
You've got one week to pack your crap
and get your yellow hide out of here.
What, you don't believe me?
You stay and find out.
LONDON: Hey, listen to me.
You want to do something for Dad,
then you stop palling around with this rat.
Stupid priest filling your head with a bunch of fairy tales.
What if I can?
What if I can bring Dad back?
Dad back?
How?
How are you gonna bring Dad back, you idiot?
(STAMMERS) Like with the mustard seed.
You can move a mountain.
MAN: Get the kid home, London.
Fine.
You want to move a mountain? There's one. Go ahead.
Move it.
Move it!
Move it for everyone!
You don't have to do it. He's just trying to humiliate you.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Not now. No.
Calm down.
(GRUNTING)
(CONTINUES GRUNTING)
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
(KIDS JEERING)
(GRUNTING)
(RUMBLING)
Shit!
(RUMBLING)
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING IN SURPRISE)
(SCREAMING)
-
(RUMBLING STOPS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Do you know when Father Oliver's coming back?
- WOMAN: That's the little boy. - Right.
BERTHA: This was much more than just an earthquake.
What was it?
It's a miracle.
(GRUNTING)
Let people believe what they want.
They need crap like this to believe
that there's something bigger than them.
Truth is, that earthquake would have happened
whether that boy was there or not.
(CHUCKLES)
I've been walking to work for 35 years and I'm telling you
that mountain was definitely more to the right.
Right?
- WOMEN: Father Oliver, have you heard? - What? What?
WOMEN: Look, look.
Yes, I heard about it on the...
No, the boy moved a mountain.
FATHER OLIVER: He moved a what?
(CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)
(GRUNTING)
I figured it out!
Hashimoto!
HASHIMOTO: Japan is practically straight in front of us.
Now, if you point to where the sun touches the sea,
you'd be pointing directly at Japan.
Why the sudden interest?
I need to end the war.
My dad can't come back until it's over.
You mean doing this?
Yes.
All right, maybe it's time I'm honest with you.
I don't believe that you moved any mountain
or you had anything to do with the earthquake.
You were there. How could you say that?
I just don't believe that anyone in the world could do such a thing.
Then are you saying I should stop?
I would say do what makes sense for you.
MRS. BUSBEE: It's just a loan, for goodness' sake.
LONDON: A loan from that Fox has enough strings to start a puppet factory.
MRS. BUSBEE: And what do you suggest, then, huh?
Lose your father's shop?
We can pay him back when your dad gets home.
I think Dr. Fox is counting on Dad never coming home.
And his loan required you to get all dolled up, huh?
Today is me and your dad's wedding anniversary.
LONDON: I'm sorry.
(SIGHS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTING)
What's Little Boy doing?
(CONTINUES GRUNTING)
I do believe men can move mountains, Ollie.
With dynamite.
(CHUCKLES)
I believe that what happened to the mountain
can't be reduced to a game of chance.
Much of life is a gamble, Ollie.
You're advising a desperate child
who's ready to believe anything that he is told.
So, tell me, Ollie,
what happens when your imaginary friend,
works in his mysterious ways
and his father dies?
Then my imaginary friend will also help him through it.
Tell the kid to stop.
If he doesn't, he could lose faith in himself.
That's what you should be worrying about.
(GRUNTING)
(TICKING)
(LITTLE BOY GRUNTING)
(CAR HORN HONKING)
MAN #1: Right there!
In the paper.
Little Boy.
It's Little Boy.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
There he is!
MAN #2: Little Boy's here.
You did it!
MAN #3: You did it, son!
WOMAN #1: Yes, you did!
WOMAN #2: He has no idea.
MAN #4: Read it to him.
Give me that.
Listen to this, Little Boy.
"The greatest power known to man has been unleashed."
"Yesterday at 5:15 our time,."
"Hiroshima was destroyed by the force of the atomic bomb,"
"code name,"
"Little Boy."
You did it.
I did it!
My daddy's coming home.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
Yeah!
MAN #5: Way to go, Little Boy.
I did it!
You did it, Little Boy.
My daddy's coming home!
I did it!
My daddy's coming home!
(SIRENS WAILING)
LITTLE BOY: Did they say when Dad's coming back?
I wish things were that simple.
Colonel Bob said that...
The bomb may not be good for American prisoners.
What do you mean?
It means that the Japanese may try to harm your dad
in revenge for the bomb.
It wiped out an entire city.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Hello, Hashimoto.
I warned you.
But you dared stay.
And looking on the bright side,
I, uh...
I ended up doing you a favor.
SAM: It's imprudent
to keep all these traitorous Japanese souvenirs.
Since we are at war against Japan.
It was evil rats just like you who cowardly murdered my son.
(SAM LAUGHS)
The yellow fella don't take a hint, does he?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(CHUCKLES)
Doing this
won't bring back your son.
(SOBBING)
Sam.
Sam, that's enough, Sam!
(GROANING)
(WHEEZING)
Let's get outta here.
Now!
(CONTINUES WHEEZING)
Sam.
Sam, we can't just leave him in there. He's gonna die.
If we get caught here and he dies, we rot in jail.
Do you understand me?
Get in the truck.
Get in the truck now!
Okay, you want to play the hero?
That's your choice.
But you better be man enough
to face the consequences on your own.
(SIGHS)
MRS. BUSBEE: How is he?
(SIGHS)
His heart is very weak.
But he's gonna be okay, right?
I don't know.
(EVIL LAUGH)
You have to let one die.
(EVIL LAUGH)
Make your choice.
(GRUNTING)
(WHISPERING) Hashimoto.
Hashimoto.
Pepper
(GROANING)
Nurse!
NURSE #1: Get the doctor.
NURSE #2: Dr. Foley!
I need oxygen right away.
Mr. Hashimoto, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
NURSE #2: He's stopped breathing.
(OXYGEN TANK HISSING)
Please don't die.
(SOLDIERS SHOUTING IN JAPANESE)
(ALARM BLARING)
(PLANES WHOOSHING)
(INAUDIBLE)
(SHOUTING)
(COCKS GUN)
(GUNSHOT)
(INAUDIBLE)
(GASPS)
You're free. The Jap dropped the charges.
Says you saved his life,
whatever that means.
Ma'am.
(SOBBING)
(LITTLE BOY SOBBING)
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
MRS. BUSBEE: It's time.
NARRATOR: We were told my father was laid to rest in the Philippines.
My mother still chose to have a memorial for him back home.
PRIEST: Let us commit James L. Busbee's body
to the ground, earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
in the sure and certain hope
of the resurrection to eternal life.
In the name of the Father and of the Son
and of the Holy Spirit, amen.
(SOBBING)
(CRYING LOUDLY)
(CONTINUES CRYING)
You're my only partner.
Do you mind if I sit here?
You know, I never got to say goodbye to my wife.
By the time I got to the hospital,
she was already in a coma.
She died the next morning.
I think it was stupid of me to believe
that a midget like me could bring
my dad back with some stupid list.
It was not stupid.
It takes courage to believe.
Your father would be more than proud of you.
All the love you have for him was contained in that list.
I did this for you.
DOCTOR FOX: 39 inches. Same as before.
I'm afraid I still don't have a diagnosis
for his irregular development,
but I do have some theories.
Maybe I could come over to the house later
and we could discuss them.
Perhaps tonight?
I really appreciate the help you've given us.
I really do,
but right now,
my family needs some time alone.
Maybe after some time.
You're a good man, Dr. Fox.
But I will always be Mrs. James Busbee.
(SIGHS)
Come on.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
- (GUNFIRE) - (PEOPLE SHOUTING)
(GRUNTING)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(MUMBLING)
(GUNSHOT)
NURSE: Any more bandages?
What's the name on this one?
MAN: I got him, I got him.
(PEOPLE GROANING IN PAIN)
James L. Busbee, 39627771.
You did it, you little runt.
You did it.
LITTLE BOY: London!
NARRATOR: Father Oliver said God was responsible for bringing my dad back.
Hashimoto said it was my father's will to live.
He survived an extremely severe trauma.
NARRATOR: Me?
Oh, I was holding on to my mustard seed
because the journey was not over yet.
Partner!
(SOBBING) I got the boots you really wanted.
It's me, partner.
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
(SOBBING)
Partner.
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