All language subtitles for ironside_s03e09_the_machismo_bag

You're not concerned.

Why should you be concerned?

Why should you enlightened Anglos put
yourselves out for another culture, for

another skin, for another guy's fight,
huh?

You're only reflecting the apathy and
indifference of your own...

Surrealistic upbringing.

You professional bigots.

It bugs you to hear the truth, Bob, but
you're going to hear it now.

Because we, the Mexican -Americans of
this campus, in this city, in all the

cities of these three United States, are
sick of second -class citizenship.

students in the school.

Put a propeller on him. Are you just
outside?

Shut up!

Shut up!

I speak for all the Mexican -Americans
in the Bay Area.

For us, you don't. We don't want you.

Hey,

you! Hey!

Hey, man!

You black cats got your Uncle Tom's
life.

Thank you.

You just walked out, just like that. You
took no further action. I couldn't.

Why? I don't know.

What about the storekeeper?

Hasn't she the right to protection under
the law?

I'm not a cop. I'm just a guy. A guy
like they were.

I see.

No, you don't see. They were taking
books about themselves, about their

Except for the one who almost had his
fingers in the till.

You aren't just a little biased about
this, are you, Mr. Sanger?

Okay. Okay.

So I could blow the whistle on you. Now,
what good would that do?

Someday, hopefully, you will finish
growing up.

When you finally do, you'll have to make
up your mind as to what you are or what

you want to be.

You're either going to be a defense
counsel, a police officer, or a social

worker, but you can't be all of those at
one time.

Mark, whatever their motivation, those
boys were taking another person's

property while you stood by moralizing.

Now, I'd like you to ask yourself why.

I'd like you to honestly ask yourself
why.

I think he wants a library card.

Pa' los libros africanos.

If you've got a liberation movement
going on around here, there are a couple

things missing on your walls.

Like what?

Like Martin Luther King, Malcolm X.

There's nothing missing around here.
This is our movement.

We don't need you on our wall, or in our
hair, or anywhere else.

Revolution.

Justice. All the big truths, right?

Right.

Well, I have four $500 worth of books
here.

$562 .87.

If you're hip for figures.

Personally, the only figure I dig is
Dolores.

And you're all guilty of grand theft.
That's a felony.

It's murder.

You ought to see her in a bikini, hey,
Linda?

Look, I'm trying to tell you that you
are all guilty of grand theft. Look,

if you're going to have a free library,
you've got to have a free book, right?

Now let's just call it the community's
contribution to culture.

You guys have really been busy, huh?

Yeah, well, liberating a few books is
one thing, but

furnishing a whole pad, that's something
else.

You must have really been laughing out
on campus this morning when I was

up all that brown.

Brotherhood Chicano jazz.

That why you cooled it in the bookstore?

Man, I thought you'd really blow out
when I laid it on those two yellow chili

pods and gave you the Uncle Tom shot.

Well, that's exactly what you wanted,
right? For the whole thing to blow. It

blew!

But not hard enough.

Not nearly hard enough. Not half as hard
as it's gonna blow when we really get

going. When Manolo's rolling, baby,
you're gonna see something.

Chicano power, man.

You black cats think you know how to put
Whitey down.

Well, you ain't seen it yet.

It's gonna be a second Alamo with us
inside this time. Quiet!

Okay, amigo.

Free show's over. Split.

You heard him.

Go get yourself some chitlins.

How'd you know that's what I had for
lunch?

Look, you cats could have something
here. Something beautiful.

Like that sign up there says, freedom
for all people.

Instead, all you've got is a bag full of
hate and an ape to beat up on those who

don't happen to agree with you. Why, you
black...

You're no killer. No!

I'll take him.

one of the few reasons a perfectly sane
man will risk having his brain bashed

up.

Words may sound a bit old -fashioned in
these days of moonshots, mind -washing,

and other more sophisticated pastimes,
but some of us, some of us seem to be

enjoying a new flare -up of the old
spirit.

That old spirit could get somebody
killed.

I thought... Yes, Ed.

I see.

What about the others?

Yes, yes, I... All right, you hang there
and keep me

posted.

What is it?

Mark, I asked Ed to check out your
friends, the Blue Berets.

They're a small, highly vocal group of
young Mexican -American college dropouts

whose new mission in life is preaching
revolution and social advancement for

their people.

No major infractions of the law, no
serious encounters with the police, no

individual records, just a handful of
young people with ideals striving for a

better society.

Until now.

Now? Now, they're all under arrest.

Those books?

The charge is conspiracy to commit
treason.

Attempting to overthrow the government
of California by force and arms.

We have absolutely no reason to connect
the Blue Berets with those gun shop

robberies in the Oakland Bay Area.

It was a break we never expected.

There's enough stuff here to fight a
war.

Government surplus.

Stolen from a warehouse in South Toledo.
Chief, you don't think those kids would

really use this?

You don't think they stole it just to
look at it, do you? This was a plot.

A systematic, well -organized attempt to
implement some sort of guerrilla

warfare involving the schools, the
police, and the people of this state.

These books, they're full of notes.

A diagram of the state university.

Administrative data.

Profiles of state officials, educators,
and other key people.

They knew what they were doing.
Lieutenant Rambo, Sergeant Brown tells

originally went to the Blue Beret
headquarters on the verbal complaints of

several merchants who suspected the
group of pilfering small items from

stores. That's right.

I take it you did go there with search
or arrest warrants. Just what are you

getting at, Bob?

Well, stolen guns are one thing,
Commissioner, but proving conspiracy is

another. Especially when all the
suspects are underage.

Whose side are you on, anyway? The side
of the law.

Don't you quote the law to me, Ironside.
Jack, did you secure the warrants or

didn't you?

You know the department order for cases
like this and you ignore it.

And the result might be that you've
blown your whole case right out of

I'm a policeman, not a politician or a
high -priced shyster.

I've got two kids ready for college
right now.

And I'm not going to stand by doing
nothing while a bunch of punks go around

shooting up the country. Not if I can
help it.

I'll be in my office, Commissioner.

As Gilbert and Sullivan once observed, a
policeman's lot is not a happy one.

And it's not getting any simpler.

That's why I asked you here, Bob.

Rambo's discovery has troubled a lot of
people.

Get questions to which we have no
answers.

Repercussions being felt all the way
into the office of the mayor.

Now down to ours.

I need your help, Bob.

I want you to enter this investigation.

Legally, the kids are minors.

Rambo has gone as far as he can, but
he's been going nowhere.

Now we've got to find out whether it was
just a few hot -headed kids.

Or whether it's a statewide conspiracy.

I suppose I'm old -fashioned enough to
feel a friend deserves some special

privileges.

Thank you, Bob. I knew I could count on
you.

Ed, I want to check on the families of
those kids. School records, personal

attachments. Chapter and verse.

Why don't I talk with the girl?

Dolores. Yeah, ask her about the boy,
the berets, their plans, anything

put this in focus.

Thank you.

Hooking, Sergeant.

Ironside.

You have a prisoner named Manuel
Rodriguez.

Yes, sir.

Hold him at INR. I'll be down in a few
minutes.

I want to talk to him. How long?

Right, sir.

All right, Mark.

You won't get much out of that kid. He's
in a real machismo bag.

A what?

Machismo.

It's a term often heard among Spanish
-speaking people, especially those

in the old country tradition.

It means manhood. With a capital M.
That's how the kid spells it, too. Only

all capitals.

So you know what's right.

You weren't a lousy fuzz after all.

I never got the big fuzz with us. Chief
Ironside.

What happened? Did he break his back
chasing bad guys?

The sooner we dispense with the sarcasm,
the sooner we'll be able to get down to

something constructive.

You don't like cops, that's duly noted.

For your information, Mark's not
officially in the department, but he

with me.

For your information, Chief, I don't
need information and I don't give

information.

All the enemy gets is name, rank, serial
number.

And where are the enemies?

Manuel Rodriguez, chairman of the New
Mexican -American Liberation Force,

one. I suppose all the agitation, the
stealing, the strutting around in those

berets makes you feel very tough. That's
a rumor going around. Some of those

oatmeal faces on campus, and some of the
square -wheeled faculty members they

support, and some of your cops.

They think I'm tough, and that's why
they want to put me away to shut me up.

Even if they have to frame me.

even if they have to hang a phony rap on
me and my people. Your people.

There's an interesting subject for you,
your people. Let's talk about your

people.

Nearly one million Mexican -Americans in
this state who don't own berets or

steal guns. I don't have to listen to
you. Who try to go to work each day, who

try to raise decent, God -loving
families. I don't have to listen to you

anymore. Afraid? No, I'm not afraid. I'm
not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of

anything or anybody.

I'll tell you about my people.

They're their own worst enemies.

Stupid, docile, stultified by tradition,
working always against their own best

interests and proud of their stupidity.

You don't have to use a whip on them.

You just tell them about honor. Tell
them about God and put the stars and

stripes in front of them. They'll put
the chains around their own necks.

And you love them.

I love my people.

And I hate them.

If I had to, I would tear down
everything to make them into what they

Mr. Rodriguez, what should they be?

What they have a right to be.

As Americans.

I'm not one of your Uncle Tacos. Those
brown dogs who change their spots from

brown to white.

Those teal tacos who call themselves...
Spanish because they're ashamed of their

brown skin.

You know what Spanish is where I come
from?

A Mexican with money.

And when they've really made it, they
call themselves Californianos.

And they get to ride in parades.

That's distinction. That's class, baby.

Well, that's changing.

Bernie, Dolores, Liano, Gob, and me,
we're Indians.

And the Indians were here before Lee
Erickson, before Columbus, before

the whole Mayflower, or before the first
boatload of your cats, man.

So we claim priority to everything.

And if we measure up, you'll let us
exist here?

I'll think about it.

All right, Mr. Carter, the next
arrangement.

Let's get on with it.

You're on to the next.

The defendant has rejected the services
of the public defender.

Well, that's his prerogative.

Is the defendant represented by any
counsel?

He wishes to represent himself, Your
Honor.

The case of Manuel Rodriguez.

Bailiff, escort the defendant to the
bench.

Manuel Rodriguez?

No.

I am Manuel Rodriguez.

You will mind your manners in this court
or I will find you in contempt.

Manuel Rodriguez, you've heard the
charges against you. How do you plead?

I, Manuel Rodriguez...

Charge you, your stormtrooper cops, and
military mercenaries, and the entire

white Anglo population of this country
with unlawful seizure, illegal

piracy, and imperialism.

I charge you with murder. You are not
going to use this courtroom as a

With the destruction of the dignity and
minds of millions of black, bronze, and

yellow citizens of this country. You
cannot use this courtroom for the

I repeat, you cannot. Who are you to sit
up there passing judgments over people

you don't even know, lording it over the
whole world? Order!

You're only a judge because some
politician owed you a favor. Order! This

thing's a big crock, and if you think
I'm going to stand up here and play

and jury with you, you've blown your
breath.

I don't know why you chose me. But I
find you in contempt, and I sentence you

30 days in jail. I'll teach you to
respect authority.

I don't recognize your authority.

California was stolen from Mexico by
force. I demand a Mexican trial.

Take your pants off. This arrangement is
continued.

Sale is denied.

Now I know your justice.

And millions of partners like you out by
their tongues and strung them up from

the nearest lamppost.

In 20 years on the bench, I have never
witnessed such outrageous, disgraceful

conduct. This court is adjourned.

Well, they're off my hands now.

At least until the preliminary hearings.

I don't envy you two your job.

The revolution's all yours now.

Good luck.

You'll need it.

The bail's been arranged, boys.

See you in court.

I'd like to talk to you, gentlemen.

I don't speak English.

Miss Sanchez.

Miss Sanchez.

We'd like to speak with you, please.

Why? We want to help Manuel Rodriguez.

Manolo can take care of himself.

Can he?

Who are you, anyway? What's your bag?

I'm Officer Eve Whitfield. This is
Sergeant Ed Brown.

We're members of Chief Ironside's
Special Investigation Squad.

We're Mark's friends.

That's how the cops found us in the
first place.

If you think Mark had anything to do
with that, then you don't know him.

Why do you think we're here?

Why do you think Chief Ironside took a
special interest in your case in the

first place?

It was because Mark wanted him to.

I guess I was wrong.

Watching you up there in the box, I
could have sworn you cared a great deal

about Manolo.

Who would you know about my feelings?

I'm a woman.

And I know that if I cared about
somebody, I wouldn't turn my back on

You don't know Manolo.

He doesn't want any help.

I'm not turning my back on him.

I'd do anything to help. Then why don't
you?

Why don't you help us?

Help him?

I know how to reach Manolo's father.

You mean... My son didn't ask for me to
come here?

No, Mr. Rodriguez.

How long is it since you've seen Manolo?

He came home for his mother's funeral
just four months ago. Did you know he'd

dropped out of school since then?

No. And you've known nothing at all
about this Blue Beret organization?

No, nothing.

I wish we could have spared you all
this, Mr. Rodriguez, but the boys left

other way.

We can't prove it, but Manolo's playing
some sort of... cat and mouse game with

the law.

We believe he's deliberately trying to
make a martyr of himself.

Baiting, trying to force the law into
making a mistake which will prove his

charges of injustice.

Please, I want to see him.

Will you take me to my son?

Your father's traveled a long way to see
you. All the way from the moon.

Manuel, I have come to help you.

He's come to help me.

Look at him.

He's come to help me.

Did you know my father was a war hero?

Yes.

Him, that father right there.

Twenty -three years ago, on Iwo Jima,
Sergeant Manuel Rodriguez, U .S. Marine

Corps, made a famous stand high atop a
single hill alone.

Tell them, Papa.

Tell them the way Mother used to tell me
so proudly.

How did the citation go?

All alone.

For one whole day and night. With rifle,
machine gun, grenade, and finally only

with his bayonet. Manolo, that's enough.

Sergeant Rodriguez held his position.

Refusing to surrender or retreat.

Until his comrades could reorganize.

and counterattack successfully.

And therefore, for conspicuous gallantry
above and beyond the call of duty,

Sergeant Rodriguez is hereby awarded the
Congressional Medal of Honor.

Well, don't look so surprised.

Didn't you know that more Mexican
Americans have won the Medal of Honor

other ethnic group?

It's true.

Now, Papa, you tell Chief Ironside and
Mr. Mark here

how much the bank was willing to loan
you on that medal when Mama was in the

hospital dying and it took everything we
had to pay the bills.

You tell them how her heart was broken
watching you bury your manhood behind a

flunky smile, sweeping other people's
floors, cleaning other people's toilets.

Like a peon.

Inferior, docile, second best.

I'd hardly call a man who holds his
country's highest decoration inferior,

docile, or second best. Listen to the
great white chief sitting in his chair.

cripple. I've heard about you in this
bucket.

Robert T.

Ironside. The iron cop. Bullets couldn't
stop.

Watch out for him, they say. He's
puffed. They busted his back. They put

that chair, but they couldn't bust his
spirit.

Look at that man, Papa.

The fierce gringo.

The breed that cleared the prairie of
Buffalo and Indian, that built empires

where only Adobe stood, and then crushed
the pride out of the sons of Montezuma.

That's the breed that runs this rotten
country!

I won't hear you say another word
against my country.

Not from you or any other traitor.

I wish you died on Iwo Jima when you
were still a man.

I wish you died so that I could have
thought I had a real father instead of a

Chiyotako!

Chiyotako! Chiyotako!

Chiyotako!

Chiyotako! Chiyotako!

Chiyotako!

I'm sorry, Bob. My hands are tied.

I'm a police commissioner.

I want to look going against one of
my... I'm not asking you to go against a

thing, Commissioner. I'm merely asking
for your support in getting the charge

reduced from conspiracy to a simple
653F, soliciting commission of a crime.

It would then be within the court's
discretion to impose a fine instead of a

jail sentence, which would give the boy
a new chance.

It's your case, Jack. Brimbo knows it
won't hold water.

We've been over the whole thing with the
DA.

Any court -appointed attorney will claim
unlawful search and seizure, and there

goes your ballgame.

All right, but the boy is guilty.

And technicalities notwithstanding, the
law is the law. Now, listen to me, all

of you.

We're not a nation of robots.

The law is more than just a lot of
statutes on paper. It's a spirit.

And that spirit speaks for people just
as loudly as the letter of the law

for procedure and logic.

Somewhere, Dennis, sometime, the
system's got to bend.

Now, you've both seen Manolo's father.

You've heard what happened this
afternoon, what Mark and I witnessed.

It must be very clear that this is not a
simple criminal case.

Manolo Rodriguez is a confused, troubled
boy whose anger stems not solely from

delusion, but from unfortunate truths.

Now, what are we after here, revenge?

Or are we after justice?

All right, make your deal with the DA.

You have my backing.

And Rambo's. Let's go.

May I ask

you something, Mr.

Sanger? I was remembering some advice I
got once. Like, Mr. Sanger, you're

either going to be a defense attorney...

Police officer or a social worker. But
you can't be all those things at one

time. I should have added comedian to
that list.

Did you find Todd's office?

Yes, Ed, the chief's here.

He what?

Yes, I'll tell him right away.

Well, are we ever going to find out?

Manolo Rodriguez just dictated a full
confession to Lieutenant Rambo,

implicating himself completely.

He did what?

He's confessed to everything but the
Jack the Ripper murders.

He's taken full responsibility for
everything.

The weapons, the burglary, the plan of
attack on the state campus.

And he said that there was no
conspiracy, that he was in it alone.

And he said something weird.

Said that they'd have to accept it
because it was a dying man's confession

55 and 66.

by escaping prisoner.

Squad car left hall of justice heading
in the westerly direction.

All right, that's it.

They've spotted the car abandoned right
near Freedom Library.

Rambo's converging all units in the
area.

That's dumb.

He should have known they'd hit there
first.

That's what he wanted.

All right, call Ed.

Tell him to get hold of Manolo's father
right away.

Move, Mark.

Manolo. Oh, Manolo, I heard you.

I knew they would. I knew it. I told you
to stay away from me. I told you. I

didn't know what to do. I was so scared
for you.

It's over.

Just a little bit more, and it's all
over.

No, Manolo. It's going to be all right.

I'm going to help you. We're going to
make everything all right.

Press up on these roofs and cover that
window from every angle. Boys, hurry in

the back of it and get these people off
the street.

You other men deploy.

There'll be no shooting unless I order
it.

You see?

But it's not all a waste.

Nobody wants to listen unless we make
the front pages.

Well, we can do that too.

We'll do whatever you want.

We'll do it together.

I'm the man.

I'm the macho here.

You got my car?

I'm holding off.

My son.

Where is my son?

Top floor.

And he's armed.

I want to have to shoot him out of
there, but he's not giving me much

No, you've got to... Be still. There's
not much time.

I couldn't do what I'm going to ask you
to do.

It's always been the woman's job with
our people. The hardest part.

You're going to go down there and face
them.

Alone. No. No, Doris, listen.

You must be proud.

Hold up your head and walk right up to
them.

Like an Indian.

That's all we are.

But it's enough.

We're as American as any of them.

And we were here first.

And give this to my father.

Tell him that the Indian enters this
world and leaves without a trace.

Manolo said it for me. The Indio can
venture this world with nothing?

And he leaves us all with him.

I won't let my son die.

Sarge! I'll let him go.

Listen, I've had enough. You'd rather
talk him down or shoot him down.

What do you want?

There's no toilet for you to clean here.

You're a hurt.

A little blood.

Good red indio blood.

It's the blood of all men.

Manolo.

Come down with me. No.

They're going to have to come and get
me.

I'm ready for them.

I beg you. Yes, you beg!

You're good at that!

You believe that, don't you?

I know what I see.

All right, Manolo.

All right.

You are wrong.

We both know it. This is not the way.

It has never been.

But if you are so dead, I'm dying.

Your father will stand by you.

We can do it together.

Only one thing.

As long as I'm here, they will have to
fire the first shot.

I'll give him one more minute.

You'll give him more than that.

Lieutenant. Lieutenant.

They both got rifles.

Clear the street, Lieutenant.

What? Pull your men out. Cars,
everything.

You can't give me orders. I just did. I
want every uniform off this street. That

includes you.

Not on your life. It's not my life I'm
concerned about.

Your way has pushed that boy into a
corner.

He has no choice now except to fight.

And you will have no choice except to
kill him. Is that what you want?

Look you have boys ready to go to
college They'll have ideals of their own

or wrong Will they have to die to
express them? It could be more you want

All right get everybody off the street
let's get these cars out of here

What's going on?

What did he do?

They are fighting you.

I can't fight.

Not to murder.

No. He can't tell what he'll do.

I know.

I know what I have to do.

Now go on, all of you.

I told Rambo goes for you too.

Now get.

Just the two of us, just you and me.

No crowds, no Roman circus, no
martyrdom.

If you want to talk, I'll listen.

But if all you want is to be shot down
in the street, you're going to have to

find another place.

Now come on out.

You understand, Manolo?

I'm listening.

Listening to you.

Tio Taco!

Tio Taco! Tio Taco! Tio Taco! Tio Taco!
Tio Taco! Tio Taco! Tio Taco!

Tio Taco!

Tio Taco!

Well, that's it, Dennis.

No gigantic conspiracy, no seething
plot, no major upheaval.

Just one hurt, confused, desperate boy
crying out, look at me.

Well, that's a relief.

Yeah, I suppose it is.

I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were
you. Why?

You'll be all right, won't he?
Physically, yes.

I'd say the rest depends on us.

Are we going to look at him?

Are we going to listen to him?

And if we do, are we going to hear what
he says?

I suggest you post that in a very
prominent place.

Serve as a reminder to us all.

Gary's path comes back to haunt him.
Stay with us, as Goodnight Sweetheart is

after the break.