Original subtitles

[man] One, two... A one, two, three, and...

[opening theme song playing]

♪ Chico, don't be Discouraged ♪

♪ The man, he ain't So hard to understand ♪

♪ Chico, if you try now ♪

♪ I know that you can lend A helping hand ♪

♪ Because there's good In everyone ♪

♪ And a new day has begun ♪

♪ You can see the morning sun If you try ♪

♪ And I know Things will be better ♪

♪ Oh, yes, they will For Chico and the Man ♪

♪ Yes, they will For Chico and the Man ♪

[Charo] Uno, dos!

[upbeat music playing]

[exclaims]

♪♪

[whistling]

Stop! Stop! Stop that!

[cymbal clangs sharply]

[music stops]

Will you stop that?

What's the matter with you? Why are you making all this racket?

And you... I thought I told you to clean up the garage.

I'll do it later.

Mando brought his band over. We're rehearsing.

Yeah. We're gonna play for Raul's birthday next week.

[speaking Spanish]

[music resumes]

[indistinct]

[whistling]

Stop it! Stop it! Stop...

[cymbal clangs sharply]

[music stops]

If you don't like this song, we take requests.

You take requests? Okay, I got one for you.

- What is it? - Stop playing.

- Oh, we know this one, huh? - [Mando] Uno, dos!

[music resumes]

[music stops]

[cymbal clangs sharply]

I said "stop," not "start."

Okay, guys, take five.

And listen, I want you guys to pack up your instruments

and get your Tijuana Brass out of here.

And you, you get your brass out of here too.

Why are you already in such a bad mood?

You know, all the time that I know you,

I never see you smile. [clicks tongue]

You're a regular sour pussy.

I'm not gonna argue with you.

I got a terrible headache from all this noise.

- You know what's the matter with you? - What?

You've got a hangover.

Look who's talking.

But Uncle Ed, I wanna be a musician,

so I could earn enough money to go to college.

I don't care how many years you spend in college, you're gonna be a mechanic.

- A mechanic? - Yeah.

Sure, Raulito, can't you see? If you are a mechanic,

you can fix your uncle head,

because he got a loose screw in there.

- Let me ask you something. - What?

[speaking Spanish]

[in English] I'm not gonna answer that. I've got a feeling it's a trick question.

I don't want Raul to go through the school of hard knockers.

My nephew, Raulito, [smooches]

is going to college, and he's going to have a real education.

Yeah? Well, that's the trouble with this country.

Kids come out of school with so much education, they can't even find a job.

You'll never know how tough it is to make a living.

What are you talking about, I never know how tough it like to make a living?

It was a time when I was flat-busted.

I can hardly believe that.

But I don't want to be a mechanic.

Well, you're going to be a mechanic.

A mechanic always works, and I'll tell you why.

Because the Founding Fathers had the wisdom and the foresight

- to create a country where everything is made... - [Charo humming]

♪ Hallelujah! ♪

...everything is made to fall apart.

- ♪ Hallelujah! ♪ - Will you keep it down a little bit, please?

And the Stars and Stripes forever,

and that's what America means to me.

♪ His truth goes marching on ♪

Ah, shut up.

[vocalizing]

- Hey, Mando. - Hey, Raul.

Wow! What a terrific van!

It's a birthday present, from me to you.

You mean it's all mine?

Fantastic!

How fast does it go?

Right now, you're looking at its top speed.

You mean the motor's broken?

Hey, man, you think I'd give you something with a broken motor?

This don't have any motor at all.

Then it doesn't run.

No, but look how pretty it parks, huh?

Thanks, Mando.

It's just what I always wanted.

Where did you get it?

It was abandoned.

How did you know it was abandoned?

Well, first of all, it wasn't moving.

And second, there was nobody in it.

This is the nicest present I ever got, and I know just how to fix it up.

Uncle Ed told me to clean up, and I found a bunch of stuff

someone left in the closet.

It'll be perfect!

- Hey, Mando! - Hey, Louie!

Well, what do you think?

I think it's a van.

Right. I just gave it to Raul as a gift.

Are you out of your mind?

Not now.

But you should have seen me last night.

[exclaims]

Now, don't this van remind you of somebody?

Henry Ford?

You know exactly whose van it looks like.

Chico. The first Chico.

And you ought to know, Mando, because you was his best friend.

[crying] Mando, when Ed comes down here and sees this thing,

ain't no telling what he might do.

So you better get this thing out of here, I'm telling you.

But I just gave it to Raul as a present.

- Hey, Uncle Louie. - Hi, son.

How do you like my new van?

Of course, it's got a few dents in the rear end.

Yeah, by this time tomorrow, you'll have some too.

Boy, I'm glad Uncle Ed made me clean up.

Look at all this great stuff.

You know whose stuff that is?

That's Chico's old stuff.

Now, Ed can't miss it.

When he comes down here and sees that van messed up,

man, he's gonna hit the roof.

Well, just look on the bright side...

Maybe he won't come down. [laughing]

Oh, come on, Louie.

Ed ain't been down to earth in a year.

Maybe it's time he faced reality.

Man...

[clattering]

[object rolling]

[thud]

[guitar music playing]

Hi, Uncle Ed.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

What's the matter?

You took this stuff out of my closet, didn't you?

When are you gonna learn to keep your hands off things that don't belong to you?

You told me to clean the place up.

Did you steal the van too?

I didn't steal anything. Mando gave it to me.

You're not only a thief, you're a liar as well.

I am not!

Why are you calling me names? What did I do?

Nothing compared to what I'm gonna do. Now, get out of here.

- Ed Browns. - What do you want?

Can I have a word with you?

Only if that word is "goodbye."

Why you say to Raul that he cannot have the van?

Because he's only a kid.

Kids don't have vans, they have bicycles.

Don't you play game with me.

Now, tell me why he cannot have a van.

[Ed] Because you can't trust a kid with a van.

[Charo] And why not?

Well...

[Ed sighs]

First, they get a van, and then they decorate it.

Then they sleep in it.

Then they started living it.

It becomes a part of him.

And then it becomes a part of you.

And then, one day, suddenly, it's all gone.

The van is gone, Chico is gone.

A part of your life is gone.

I don't understand.

Raul has not gone. He's still here.

I'm not talking about him.

I'm talking about the first Chico, the one before him.

[Charo] There was a Chico before Raul?

Yes.

So now you know, you can forget it.

This other Chico, where is he now?

He's gone.

He went away.

I told you before, forget it.

You must have loved him very much.

That's why.

Now I understand why you're so upset with Raul.

You are afraid that he's growing up and will leave you too.

- I don't want to talk about it. - But you must talk about it.

Get it out into the open.

That is what memory are for, to remember,

not to forget.

No.

I can't.

[crying] I just... just can't.

[footsteps recede]

Raul! Hey, I just had a long talk with your Uncle Ed,

and he explained me everything.

The reason why he yell at you, tore down your picture,

broke your guitar is because he love you!

He didn't do it because he loves me.

He did it because he loves the other Chico.

- I heard everything. - You were "eavesdrooping"?

[clicking tongue] Shame on you.

Okay. Now you understand how he feels.

Yes.

I understand he wishes he had the other kid

instead of me.

That's why he calls me Chico.

My name's Raul.

I'm only taking Chico's place.

No, you're wrong. Listen to me, Raul.

No one can take anyone's place.

Don't forget that.

There was a time for him,

and now there is a time for you.

And because he's gone,

he has left a place for you to stay here.

No, it's more like when your pet dog runs away,

you go out and get another one to take its place.

But it never really does.

No, no, no, no. You are not a dog, Raulito.

Then why are you scratching me behind the ears?

Come here. Come here.

You need a good night's sleep.

And you'll see, everything will look different in the morning.

Buenos noches.

- Buenos noches, Aunt Charo. - Sweet dreams.

[softly] Bye-bye.

"Everything will look different in the morning."

[scatting]

[rhythmic drumming]

Hey, hey, hey!

Oh, buenos dias!

What are you doing in here?

- Who, me? - Yeah, you.

You see somebody else in the garage?

Garage?

Looks to me like un basurero.

What's that supposed to mean?

Basurero. It means "junkyard."

Get out of here and take your flies with you.

- What flies? - Your flies.

You people got flies all around you.

And while you're standing here, your flies are getting together

with my flies and making more flies.

You're a nice man.

Will you get out of here? Get back to your own neighborhood.

This is my neighborhood.

I grew up watching this garage run down.

- You need me. - For what?

- I'm Super Mex. - Who's Super Mex?

Super Mexicanic.

Ask anybody in the barrio about Chico Rodriguez.

Do you know what they'll tell you?

"Oh, yeah! Chico can take apart an engine

and put it back together blindfolded.

He don't need no fancy machine to tell him what the trouble is."

This is my fancy machine.

One listen, I know what the trouble is.

I take care of my uncle's '64 Chevy.

Beautiful condition.

Pom-poms on all the antennas.

Cellophane seat covers, right? Little dog in the back window

where the head keeps going up and down.

- Here. - You want me to fix something?

Yeah. Tighten up your tongue before it flaps out of your mouth.

- Amigo... - Don't call me amigo.

- It means "friend." - I don't care what it means. Talk English.

[in posh British accent] Very well, friend. I would like to be

the first Chicano to be associated with this floundering enterprise.

Look, I want you and this stuff out of here.

It's beginning to smell like Saturday night in Tijuana.

That smell attracts my people.

Good. Open a restaurant in Pasadena and attract them over there.

If you want me, I'll be in my room.

[Ed] What room?

- He's clean. - Sure I'm clean, man. I just took a shower.

Hey, hey. What's going on down there?

Someone knocked off a couple of appliance stores in this area last night, Ed.

We're investigating. This kid fits the description.

Same age, same height, same mustache.

Well, we all look alike, don't we? Maybe it was my mother.

All right, Pancho, you're going downtown.

Hey, hey. Take your hands off him.

He was here all last night.

- He was? - And what's more, he works for me.

He does?

Viva la raza!

Thank you, Guadalupe.

I didn't do it for you. I did it for myself.

I just don't want any trouble.

- But I thought that-- - Don't think. You don't have the equipment.

But...

Now, listen. For the last time, I want you to pack up and get out of here.

- But-- - Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here!

- Hey, there's my bottle. - Yeah.

Where's the booze?

How do you think I got the grease off the workbench?

You used good booze for that?

Gasoline is too expensive.

Why did you stick this daisy in there?

That was a dumb thing to do.

Wait a minute.

It wasn't so dumb.

In Spanish, a daisy is called margarita.

"Margaret." That was your wife's name, right?

You leave my wife out of this.

[horn honks]

[sighs]

Well, Margaret, what are we gonna do about this kid?

[horn honks impatiently]

Hey, Chico, you deaf?

Can't you hear? We got a customer.

"We"? We got a customer?

We got a customer.

We got a customer.

[speaking indistinctly]

Chico!

Chico!

Chico, come here. I wanna talk to you.

Chico!

Chico... Where is that kid?

Never can find him when...

Chico!

Chico, you...

"Dear Uncle Ed,

I know it is my fault you are so grouchy and unhappy lately,

even worse than you usually are.

It is because I got that van..."

- [continues reading] - [Raul] ...and because I am growing now.

I don't wanna make you unhappy.

And even if I got rid of the van, I can't stop myself from growing up.

And I can't be the first Chico,

which is what you really want.

And someday, soon, he may come back,

and then you won't want me around anymore.

So I am going back to Mexico.

I will pray to the Virgin of Guadalupe for you.

Your foster ex-son, Raul Garcia.

[narrator] On the next episode of Chico and the Man...

My name is Zoltan.

I'm Hungarian, visiting here temporarily.

Isn't Mexico lovely?

How would I know? I just got here.

Pardon me, senor. Are you headed south?

[agreeing in Spanish]

Could you take me to El Rosario?

That is my village.

Well, I'm-I'm looking for a little 12-year-old Mexican boy.

Ah, you're in luck. I just saw one, right over there...

- No, no, no. You don't understand. - Hmm?

You see, it's my foster son.

He ran away to Mexico, and I have to find him.

Well, with me on the job, you have nothing to worry about.

As soon as we get the boy's description into circulation,

I got people, they're all over the country.

Where... Where is Raul Garcia?

They're all Raul Garcia. Take your pick.

That's every Raul Garcia we had in the city.

- Fifteen pesos? - Get out of here.

- Seven pesos? - I don't want any part of you.

- I give Green Stamps. - I don't care what you give.

Crazy gringo.

[closing theme song playing]

♪ Chico was born In El Barrio ♪

♪ Spent much of his time In the street ♪

♪ His mind was craving For knowledge ♪

♪ His belly For something to eat ♪

♪ But times are hard ♪

♪ For Chico and the Man ♪

♪ Times are hard ♪

♪ For Chico and the Man ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey All right ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪