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[theme song playing]

♪ Chico Don't get 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 ♪

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?

There was a Chico before Raul?

Yes.

[Raul] And I can't be the first Chico,

which is what you really want,

so I am going back to Mexico.

I will pray to the Virgin of Guadalupe for you.

[pleasant music playing]

[people shouting indistinctly in Spanish]

Hey, you!

Where you going with that bag?

Beautiful, isn't it? Genuine leather.

The finest Mexican workmanship.

You can own it for only 20 pesos.

I already own it.

In that case, you can have it for ten.

What are you, some kind of crook?

Give me that.

Senor, you misjudge me.

I was merely guarding it for you.

Guarding it?

It's the age we live in.

There are many unscrupulous people about.

They're very hard to spot.

Have you tried looking in the mirror?

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Zoltan.

I'm Hungarian, visiting here temporarily.

Isn't Mexico lovely?

How would I know? I just got here.

Well, if you're here on business,

I have friends in high places.

If you're here for pleasure, I have friends in low places.

My card.

Mr. Zoltan. Tour guide, travel agent,

immigration advisor, discreet Introductions,

private investigator, notary public.

Listen, you, I don't need any...

Bail bondsmen, sports promoter,

religious articles bought and sold,

caterer, tax expert and dance instructor.

What is this? A business card or the Mexican Yellow Pages?

Well, how may I be of assistance to you?

Well, 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, no.

- You don't understand. - Hm?

You see, it's my foster son.

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

I tell you what.

Let's go down to my office downtown, we discuss it.

How far is it?

It's about 15 pesos from here,

but I know where we can get a cab.

Walk this way.

- Gracias. - Hey, hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute. What is this place?

This is my office.

Your office?

You've certainly got a lot of customers.

I share it with the canteen.

Hi, love.

You drink tequila?

Yeah, but only because I can't think of anything else to do with it, huh.

[speaks Spanish]

You haven't told me your name.

Oh, yeah. Ed Brown.

Where are you from?

- California. - California. [chuckles]

I know that like I know the back of my hand.

Huh?

I never saw that before.

Neither did I.

Well, let's get down to business.

A missing person's report. Name?

Uh, Raul Garcia.

Raul Garcia. Age?

- Uh, 12. - Mm-hmm. Hair?

- He's got a lot of it. - Eyes?

He's got two.

Hey, why are we wasting time? I got his picture right here.

Here. Take a look at that.

Do you think you can find him?

[scoffs] Can I find him?

Yes. Can I find him?

That's what I said. Can you find him?

I'm glad I asked that question.

I can't wait for the answer.

Well, I want you to know that

if the boy is within 50 miles of me,

there's gonna be a little bell

that goes off right inside of my head.

It's gonna go... [imitates bell ringing]

Oh, I know exactly what you mean.

Because if a bottle of bourbon is within 50 miles of me,

a big bell goes off my head.

- Bong, bong, bong. - [band singing in Spanish]

I can't hear what you said. What did you say?

- What? - I can't hear you!

I can't hear you.

All right. Let me make some calls,

- I'll see what I can do. - What?

Let me make some calls,

I'll see what I can do.

- I'll meet you later. All right? - Where, where?

- Don't worry, I'll find you. - Okay.

Excuse me. Any of you gentlemen seen this boy here?

- Twelve years old. He's... - No.

Uh, pardon me, ladies,

have you seen this little fella?

Twelve-year-old boy. Have you?

[pleasant music playing]

Pardon me, senor.

Are you headed South?

[speaks Spanish]

Could you take me to El Rosario?

That is my village.

Well, I'm not going that far.

Uh, but I can take you partway.

Thank you.

You lose again, Senor Brown.

That's almost the story of my life.

- Another drink? - Okay, but no more tequila.

I'm beginning to see pink Chihuahuas.

[all laughing]

- Uh, Senor Brown. - Yeah.

Where's your luggage?

I got bored waiting for you, so I drank it.

What, have you found out anything?

I've circulated Raul's description all over Mexico.

We should be hearing something at any moment.

- Oh, good. Good. - And this is for you.

What's that?

Translation book for people who travel in foreign countries.

I don't need any translation.

I can say bourbon in 27 languages.

- It's only 50 pesos. - Fifty pesos?

I gave you 50 yesterday and 200 the day before that.

And 350 the day before that.

Why don't you find some other sucker

to swindle out of his money?

Why pick on me?

I don't know.

I guess I've taken a liking to you.

[telephone ringing]

- Senor Zoltan. - Hm?

Telephone.

- This may be the call we're waiting for. - Oh.

Si. Mm-hmm.

Si. No.

Mm-hmm. Excellent.

Excellent. Excellent. Gracias.

Who was that?

He's a very close personal friend of mine.

Police Captain Juan Salazar,

whom I have worked hand in hand on many occasions.

Oh. He assisted you?

No. He's arrested me.

Oh.

He's holding Raul Garcia for you.

- He's holding Raul? - Ah.

- Let's go. Where's the cab? - Ah.

- Let's get rolling. - No, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't understand.

Captain Salazar is a police official

in the city of Cabo San Lucas.

- Where is that? - A thousand miles south of here.

A thousand miles?

But how are we gonna get there?

It's okay. I can work it out for you.

What we're going to do is this.

We're going to take a cab to the station.

- Uh-huh. - Then we're going to take a train to La Paz.

- Uh-huh. - Where we're going to transfer to a bus,

which is going to take us to a small port

where we're going to take a boat

down the coast to a small village

where we can rent a burro

that will take you over the mountains

down to Cabo San Lucas.

Okay. Couldn't we just take a plane?

That's a good idea.

I can work that out for you, too.

What we're going to do is, and if we're going to take a plane,

we're going to get you to Tijuana.

Hi. Excuse me. Excuse me. My name is Ed Brown.

- Yes? - I'm looking for Captain Salazar.

- Captain Salazar. - Oh.

Ah, Senor Brown.

I am Capitan Juan Salazar. At your service.

Zoltan has told me that you have found Raul Garcia.

Yes. All I have to do

is feed the right information into the computer and bingo.

There it is, Raul Garcia.

Hey, that's marvelous. Marvelous.

- Yeah. This way, please. - Thank you.

- There you are, Senor. - Yeah.

Where... Where is Raul Garcia?

They're all Raul Garcia. Take your pick.

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

Adios, goats. Adios, chickens, Adios, cow. Adios, Senor.

Muchas gracias.

Senor Brown.

[chuckles] Back from Cabo already, huh?

Where's Raul Garcia? Did my friend have him?

Have him? He had 23 Raul Garcias.

I don't believe it. Seven more than they had in Ensenada.

See, that's 23, and you only paid me for one.

Which means you owe me an additional

- 75 pesos. - I was off on a wild goose chase.

Plus a wild goose chase. You still owe me 75 pesos.

I don't owe you anything.

You've given me nothing but trouble.

Now get out of my way. I'm in a hurry.

- Where are you going? - The only place left to look,

El Rosario, the kid's village.

Come on. I'll take you. Hop in the back of the cab, I'll drive.

I got a better idea.

Why don't you stand in front of the cab and I'll drive?

Look, I feel bad you didn't find the kid in Cabo.

You really want to do something for me?

Sure.

And I'll only charge you 25 pesos.

Why don't you find yourself another sucker?

- 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.

I really want to help him.

[pleasant music playing]

So I'm going back to Mexico.

I will pray to the Virgin of Guadalupe for you.

That's what I call service.

Raul. Raul.

- Hello, Raul. - Uncle Ed.

What are you doing here?

Surprised to see me in Mexico?

I'm more surprised to see you in church.

Do you mind if I sit down?

This is a beautiful little church.

My mother used to bring me here when I was a kid.

I used to fall asleep then, too.

Well, it's very interesting.

You never talked about your mother before.

I don't remember her very well,

and I don't have to talk about her.

I think of her a lot. That's enough.

I know exactly what you mean.

Well, look, Raul, I want you to understand

about what happened at the garage.

I mean, why I tore the van apart.

- You see-- - I understand.

It's because it reminds you of that other kid.

The first Chico.

It was a terrible shock and I wasn't prepared for it.

But I wasn't angry at you.

And I want you to know

I never tried to make you a substitute.

Then why didn't you tell me about him?

I just... I... I... I couldn't.

It's taken me all this time to...

Learn to face the truth myself.

What is the truth?

Well...

He's... He's gone.

And, uh...

I want you to come back home with me.

I don't think I wanna.

Maybe he can come back.

And you... You'd want him, not me.

Oh, that's not so.

Tell me the truth.

Well, the truth is...

I... I'd want you both.

And the truth is...

He's not coming back.

How do you know?

If he went away, he can come back.

No. No.

He went away and he's never going to come back.

He died.

How did he die?

Oh, I... I never thought I could talk about it.

I'll tell you if you want to know,

No. It's like with my mother.

As long as you think about 'em, that's enough.

You're a smart boy.

I'm proud of you.

Come on. Let's go home, Chico.

You just did it again.

- Did what? - You called me Chico.

No, no, you don't understand.

It was a nice try.

But you really do want the other one.

I don't want to be a second best.

No, no, no. Wait a minute. You're wrong.

I always think of you as Chico,

and it has nothing to do with the other one.

To me, that's your name.

You're your own, separate and different Chico.

Please don't come after me anymore.

[somber music plays]

[man speaks Spanish]

[upbeat music playing]

[indistinct]

[car honking]

Stop the bus. That's my kid up there.

Hey. Oh! Stop the bus!

Stop! [speaks Spanish]

[speaks Spanish]

[speaks Spanish]

- Uncle Ed. - Hello, Raul.

- Chico. - Ah.

How can I thank you?

It's on the house.

[narrator] While in Mexico, the crew of Chico and the Man

flew Aeromexico, the airline of Mexico.