All language subtitles for The Greatest American Hero s03e13 Vanity Says the Preacher

Look at what's happened to me

I can't believe it myself

Suddenly I'm up on top of the world

It should have been somebody else

Believe it or not I'm walking on air

I never thought I could feel so free

Flying away on a wing and a prayer

Who could it be

Believe it or not it's just me

Just like the light of a new day

It hit me from out of the blue

Breaking me out of the spell I was in

Making all of my wishes come true

Believe it or not I'm walking on air

I never thought I could feel so free

Flying away on a wing and a prayer

Who could it be

Believe it or not it's just me

Who could it be

Believe it or not it's just me

Bill, you're
hurting my hand. Huh?

My hand. What? Oh, I'm sorry.

Bill, why didn't you
tell us...

this was going to be
a black-tie affair?

I mean, I feel like somebody's
poor relation. Well, nobody said.

Bill, don't worry. Everything's
gonna be fine. There's no problem.

Oh, no, no problem.

I get to be Man of the Year to a whole country
every couple of weeks. There's nothing to it.

That doesn't even
sound like Spanish.

Muchas gracias,
se�orita.

What is it?
What are they saying?

Excuse me, Mr. Maxwell.
With your permission.

These ladies enjoy
giving each other awards.

This is a custom.
It's also very boring.

But we endure it because they
do work very hard all year...

with their committees to build these
fund-raising benefits for our little country.

My wife wishes me to tell you
and your friends...

how honored we are to
have you at our table.

Oh, well, uh... Oh, thanks a
lot, Dr., uh, Romero.

I can imagine you were a bit surprised
to be named Man of the Year...

and honored guest of our
Independence Day celebration.

Surprised, after 30 years?
Why should I be surprised?

I about had
a heart attack is all.

Is it tonight? I mean,
your Independence Day, uh...

The-The equal of what we
would call our Fourth of July?

Uh, the festivities
begin tonight.

In two weeks is
the big day of celebration.

Many of us old ex-patriots will fly home...

for the anniversary of our
liberty, our independence,

given to us
by Mr. Maxwell.

Uh, well, uh, wait a minute.
Hold the phone, sir.

I was just one guy,
green kid.

You are very modest.

Holy smoke.
She's here.

- Who? Bill?
- Mr. Hinkley, don't be alarmed.

Many of us have the same
response, even to this day.

Senora Delvera is the widow of our,

well, what you would call your George
Washington, the father of our country.

She fought beside him and
Mr. Maxwell at our Valley Forge.

They were married on
the day of the liberation.

Mr. Maxwell was
best man at the wedding.

Thirty years ago,
he set us free with my husband's help.

I was there.

I watched him in my husband's
eyes, smiling,

and he said to me, "That boy,
the gringo, is worth 10 of us."

Well, my husband is dead
18 months ago.

Mr. Maxwell is
not a boy anymore.

None of us are
children anymore.

But "Wild Bill" Maxwell, the
gringo, gave me my country back,

and I thank him,
on behalf of my two beautiful sons,

one of whom he's going to meet
tonight for the first time.

Francisco.

My generation thanks you as
well, for our freedom, senor.

Honey, what's wrong?

They are sneering at him.
This whole thing is very weird.

You know, you're getting
as paranoid as he is.

Honey, you believe
the suit, don't you? Oh, you didn't?

Well, I... My Spanish
is a little rusty.

I thought it would help me interpret,
even under my clothes, you know?

This... Honey, this thing
is a setup.

Huh? Uh...

Is this still on?

Oh.

I'm gotta get
my clothes off.

I'm really glad to be here, uh,
because it was really a long time ago,

uh, and if you stop
to think about it, uh,

anybody who was there then
and is still here now...

ought to be really glad
to be here, and I am.

Dr. Romero, table number three,
singing telegram. I'll be very quiet.

What is she saying? Bill, I left most of my
Spanish back in high school.

Senora Delvera is thanking you
for accepting her invitation...

to the Independence Day
celebration.

Oh, well, I never said that,
but it's okay.

Wonder where that is, one of these big
joints, fancy places, Malibu, I bet, right?

Meet us outside. We'll wait for you.
No hurry, lots of time. Mr. Maxwell.

Oh, okay, kid,
I'll see you later.

Anything? No, it's very strange.
I get positive andnegative.

Honey, anybody dressed like that in
a place like this is gonna feel...

I know, a lot... There's going to be
a lot of negative vibes, but, uh...

Where's Bill? They said for us to meet them
at the line of limos out front.

We're all going to ride with Dr. and Mrs.
Romero. Where are we going?

That's the last limousine, dear.

Well, maybe it
was an oversight.

Dr. Romero wrote down the address of
the party where we're supposed to go.

An airstrip. A party at an airstrip in
the middle of the night? Give me a break.

Well, yes. He said it was
on their private jet.

He said the security people insisted
that the plane be out in the open,

away from any buildings.

Ralph, these people have
a lot of political enemies.

Wonderful. Bill's car's in the back.
Let's go to a party. Come on.

Oh, no. What is it?

Look. Bill is on Dr. Romero's
plane and it's taking off.

They lied to us.

See, the real problem, uh, was
tactical, was backup, was weapons.

So we buried 'em in a
graveyard outside of town.

Another drink, Mr. Maxwell?

Unbelievable. Honey,
I want you to go home,

pack your clothes and get
the first plane down there.

I'll meet you.Dr. Romero deliberately
split us from Bill. Why?

Honey, he loves those people,
and they are stroking him to death,

quite literally,
I'm afraid.

I mean, you saw him.
He's going to get his youth back.

He is going to be
a hero again.

You show me anybody
who can r-resist that.

I'll meet you when
you get off the plane.

When we walked in the capitol, I tell
you, we had some real surprised Federales.

It was your husband's idea,
not mine, God bless him.

I-I gotta go.

Uh, I got to be in Nevada
tomorrow on bank robbers.

I can, uh, hear the ground
moving, but I can't see it.

Did I say that?

Uh...

Gracias.

Pamela Davidson Hinkley!

Buenos d�as.

Where'd you get this? It's a rental.

Honey, I don't believe this.
Would you look at this?

Yeah, I saw it.
I saw it.

Ralph, that's you on the
cover of a comic strip.

I know, I know.
I saw it, I saw it. What is it, a gag?

No, no. It's just what it looks like. The
guy's a comic strip, a cartoon character.

Everybody loves him down here.
I don't know how to say it.

He's like a folk hero or a
myth or something like that.

Everybody knows this guy and
they all take him very seriously.

It's okay, Ralph.
It's just a coincidence.

"El Caballo Rojo."

El Caballo Rojo.

Yeah, you say that one more
time, I'm gonna rojoyour face.

Well, the "Red Stallion"
seems like a good name to me.

That's what I'd call him.

Hello.Hello.

Thirty years ago, Bill and the
Delvera family and some other guys...

liberated this country from a few rich
foreign companies who owned everything.

Now it's exactly the same as it was,
only a hundred families own it all.

Bill thinks this is the good ship Lollipop.
It is still a banana republic.

This is a democracy, Ralph. They say it
is, but it isn't. It doesn't work.

It doesn't work. The rich get
rich and the poor get children.

Oh, what happened to you guys?
They said you missed the plane.

We didn't miss the plane, Bill.
We were left behind.

Deliberately.

Huh. Sure. Yeah.
That figures.

As most of you know,
each year we show this film...

to remember how it was
when we were young...

and times were better.

Bill, the narration
is Roberto's voice.

He wrote the words and said
each year on this night,

he wished that someday
you might hear his words.

No, you don't understand.

But all these troops, all these
trucks are now yours, General Delvera.

Don't call me General, please.

But this is
your victory, General.No. Not mine.

Not our victory alone. You will take this
film to the United States, you promised.

That's my job, General.

Tell the United States our inspiration
was Valley Forge, Gettysburg.

Did I say that right?
I'm a little drunk. Yes, sir, perfect.

I was married today. We had wine.

Please tell your Congress,
your people, we strive to be...

We honor
the Monroe Doctrine.

We honor our friends in
America, our American friends.

I'm sorry, what does that mean,
with their hands, to go faster?

Uh, yes, sir. In this war we have won,

in this glorious independence, we have won,

it belongs to all of us,
to everyone.

It could not have happened
without the help of one soldier.

He is my right hand,
my right eye, my heart...

American, Bill Maxwell.

Cowpuncher, truck driver,
soldier.

May God bless his soul.
I know I do.

He made our day of greatness.

Oh, my God, Bill, that's really you.
You did it.

You have to sound
so surprised?

You weren't half-bad looking, Bill.
What happened?

Keep the jokes coming, kiddo.
I love 'em, but that's me and I did it.

That kid...
and me did it.

It was a day of greatness.

Not just because my mother and
father were married that day,

with Senor Maxwell's
blessing,

but because their spirits
were high.

They had won
the battle of the just.

But today my father is dead,
over a year,

and my mother
breaks her heart...

My baby brother.

The artist in the family.

He's identical
to his father,

the boy we saw in the
newsreel over 30 years ago.

Am I crazy?

No, you're not crazy.

Holy gee! I think
I'm looking right at him.

Muchas gracias.

De nada.

Senor Maxwell brings
Manco out of the mountains.

"Bull."

"Stupid."

I am here
against my will.

I said I go with you
all the way.

PorqueMama is foolish, Dr. Romero is
a crook and you want to be Napoleon.

Now listen to me good
so we don't do this again.

I am here with you until the
first time you lie to me.

Excuse me.

- Oh, no, thank you.
- We're, uh...

Boy, they really
don't like us. You noticed that too?

You know, there's two things I always
wanted to do when I was a kid...

if I could turn invisible.

One of them,
I outgrew when I married you.

I'm not sure
I understand that.

Well, you'd have to
be a guy, I guess.

The other one is to be a fly on the
wall in a room where I am not wanted.

What are you going to do?
Just relax, mingle and I'll find you.

Oh! I still hate this.

This was his desk,
his calendar, typewriter.

What do you want? I beg your pardon?

I'm here,
headache and all.

Now what the hell
do you people want...

that's worth doping a federal officer
to get him out of the country?

- What?
- You butt out of this, kid.

- I don't belong in this?
- Not yet. You weren't on the plane when I got the Mickey.

Now you've suckered me and you've doped me.
What do you want?

You can read our story on any
front page in the United States.

Here. Los Angeles, four months
ago, headline, second column.

"Terrorists raise threat
to Central American democracy.

Terrorist splinter group could spark military
coup, destroying frail democratic government."

That is real. That is our story. Read it.

I don't want to read it.
I did it 30 years ago.

We have to do it again.
What you and my father...

and the old Indian, Manco,
fought for 30 years ago has been betrayed,

piece by piece,
until it's all lost and almost forgotten.

- Mama?
- Bill...

Don't say it.

- We need you.
- I'm a fed,

licensed by
the United States government.

They'd hang me by the heels
just for thinking about it.

Look on the bright side.

If we don't all end up dead,
how are they going to find out?

If we do,
you won't care.

We can not do it without you.
Manco will follow you.

He's alive?

Manco's in this?
Why didn't you say so?

You got Manco,
you don't need me.

He'll pull in every Indian,
every peasant,

every terrorist you don't even
want, but you can't leave 'em out.

You got to pull 'em in,
educate them the same way we did before.

We do not have Manco.

And we cannot get him.
That is what we want you to do.

That smart old Indian will not come
out of the mountains to meet with us.

To him the Delvera family is one of the hundred
families who have strangled the country.

Who are you, pal?
What's your stake in this shindig?

Last year,
in the newspaper,

they called us one of the hundred
families, traitors to this country.

My sons and I and Dr. Romero
and his family...

are now alone with the peasants
against the hundred families.

Manco will leave the mountains
with his people for you.

You don't understand.
It's 30 years ago, he's an Indian.

You screwed it up.
He did what an Indian does.

He walked away. He ain't coming back.
He's gonna wait till you go under.

No, I went up to see him.

He said he would come off
the mountain for you.

He's not committed,
just he will be there.

- I thought you were a college kid.
- We sang some of the old songs.

How you say, uh,
it was really neat.

He will go with you
and my brother,

who is the exact image
of our father,

even if he does
not trust the rest of us.

Bill, with you it works.

Without you,
we lose everything.

You just don't get it, do you?
No, I always get it late from kids.

- It is us.
- We have become them.

We have it all.
The people have nothing.

We have to give it back.
And I have to go home.

He's trying to tell us
it's too late.

Like us, he has become
one of them. Don't you see, un federal?

He's not the man I knew.
Mama, don't do that.

It's done. You people are a joke.

They're gonna
eat you alive.

This is war
you're talking about.

500,000 rounds of ammo and 15,000
automatic weapons is not a joke.

Where? Buried.
Waiting for us.

In the same graveyard you used to
store your weapons 30 years ago.

What about food?
You got enough horses? Yes.

No more robbing trains
in the dark.

Too bad. That was the only part that
was any fun. He said you'd say that.

Who? My father,
before he died,

when he finally knew
we would have to do this.

He said we would have to take a few
trains so you would not be bored.

This is our land.
These are my people.

My father, you call your best
friend, was one-fourth Indian.

We are blood. And now they
run from us in fear and hate.

What does it take to wake you up?

Where's Manco? I don't know.
He will come.

When? I'm not sure, when we get
word to him you're here.

Where? I don't know.

You don't know much,
do you, kid?

He's not the professional here,
you are.

Ralph.

This is unbelievable, man.

Yeah, I know, but I gotta.

This is the most idiotic,
quixotic...

Bill, this is vanity.
This is purely vanity.

You cannot go back and live your youth
over again, man. You just can't do it.

No kidding? This whole family is
headed straight into a buzz saw.

Let me tell you something. These two
boys and their mom are using you.

Well... I'm not bringing the suit
into this.

We're-We're not talking about
good guys and bad guys anymore.

We're talking about the politics of
a country and not even your country.

This is not why they
gave us the suit, Bill.

Pam and I are on the
first plane out of here.

Well, kid, for once we agree
on how to make lemonade.

Okay, tomorrow morning, 0400 hours,

here in the courtyard, everybody,
every piece of rolling stock.

Set two details to follow
immediately with cattle and sheep.

I don't care who has to
stay up all night to do it.

And I want to see
the horses. Now.

Yes, sir!

I got it. Where?

Laundry room.
It's Estelita's.

All right.

What's wrong?

I see 'em. I just can't make
out the Spanish. It's weird.

Okay, I got it...
Study room.

Excuse me. Okay, okay.

Maxwell's in his bath.

Without a perfect fool,
we will lose all of them.

He's down in the courtyard,
picking a horse. Don't be silly.

We have one problem.

If my kid brother finds out what we've
done, any part of it, we're finished.

I can handle Mr. Maxwell.
My brother is different.

- I think he reads my mind.
- Your brother is not going to know.

There is no one to tell him
outside this room.

In the end, they will all be
killed, you know that, Estelita.

Not all. Francisco?

Mama, for the last time,
I will not let my baby brother die.

It would lack form
and defeat our purpose.

All right, Maxwell goes first.

He's the gringo. He has to
take the fall for the press.

"U.S. agent tries to overthrow democracy,
is shipped home in pine box."

It's perfect. It pleases all
of our people in every sector.

- Where's the letter?
- In my safe, at home.

It must be with us.
You agreed.

I have a copy.

This isn't even signed.

The letter gets us in
and gets us out, alive.

I want the original,
signed by your brother,

General Romero, Commander in
Chief, by tomorrow.

- You must trust your friends, my boy.
- What friends?

- Francisco.
- What friends? You? My mother?

My boy, I was only joking, truly.

God, how I despise this.

There must be another way
without the bloodshed.

My dear, we have
tried every other way.

A military junta
is the only way left to us.

Still here? He just rode out.

Ralph, it's so sad.
It looks like old pictures of World War I.

There are no guns in the graveyard.
No ammunition.

It's a lie.
It's a trick.

They're going to use Bill to gather all the
unhappy peasants together in the terrace,

and they're going to execute
them; It's the military.

I've got to get an original
signed copy over to Bill...

to prove that
he is being duped.

- Where is that?
- Dr. Romero's safe.

Why don't you keep this, all right?
At least we have a copy.

Hi! Uh, don't panic,
don't panic.

Now, I know, I'm your
favorite comic book hero.

And-And I-I only do good things, right?
Uh, only good things.

Right? Right?
Yeah.

I, uh, I need something
out of the safe.

There's a letter in here somewhere, I have
to... I have to find because I need it.

Here it is.
I think this is what I need.

I will take very good care of it.
All right.

Yeah, all right.
All right. Uh...

Uh...

Oh, th-th-the hair.

Well, uh, I had to dye it.

'Cause, I mean, we all get older.
You know what I mean?

Uh...
Buenos noches.

It's hard to believe
how fast they're coming in.

They come in this fast tonight,
we can march by tomorrow.

It's amazing how well
they remember you.

After so many years,
so much love for you, so much respect.

Doctor, if you can't lay off
that grease job with me,

I wish you'd just
keep your yap shut.

These men are here because they were
told Manco was going to show up.

Es todo y finito.

And you said he couldn't
make it until tomorrow.

I don't know how he did it.
He's an Indian.

You got them together, my boy.
Congratulations.

Ralph? What are you doing here?

We ran into your partner on the
road this morning, compadre.

He has something to show you.

It's signed by your old
sergeant, now General Romero.

Yeah, I can read, Ralph. In Spanish?

- Y-Yeah, sure.
- And if you believe that,

I have some oil property
to sell you in Honduras.

You, too, with a sense of humor?
Where'd that come from?

I've always had a sense
of humor, for an Indian.

Yeah, next to you King
Kong had a sense of humor.

Right now, tonight, I have a sense
of humor like you read Spanish.

Ralph, some of these people
think that you're a superhero.

I don't know who you are
and I don't care.

You work with my compa,
that's enough.

Read the letter, out loud.
They are the ones that have to hear it.

Yes, sir, I will.

People.

This is from the Commander in Chief of
the Army and the Navy to Dr. Romero.

They can't
hear you, Ralph.

They will now.

This is an agreement here
about dates and timing.

General Romero says,

"So it is agreed, when you have pulled
all terrorists into one place...

"and your army..." that's in quotes...

"and your army is betrayed and destroyed,

"all who escape the massacre at the
graveyard shall be declared outlaws,

and shall be hunted down
and shot on sight."

Finish it.

"And finally, if you can deliver
these terrorists and fanatics...

"who are so devoted to democracy
to the massacre at the graveyard,

"your family and the others named below
shall be immune.

"In fact, shall become
part of the new order...

"when the junta takes
power through this event,

"in the names of the hundred families.

"Signed, General Romero,
Supreme Commander,

Army and Navy."

You know, compa,
I was never the fall guy before.

I feel important.
How about you?

Roberto...

You and Maxwell
ought to get together.

You could save a cat from
a tree if you really tried.

Somebody stop him,
or I will.

Roberto, go back! You are wrong!
The family is right!

No! Get her away from me.

Ralph!

Bill? Bill, they're here!
They're coming in!

Ralph, do something!

No! Get up ahead! Blind him!
He's gonna do it!

Bill!

Mr. Hinkley, Mr. Maxwell,
how did this tragedy happen?

Uh, well, it's, uh,
it was the dark kid there, mostly.

You can drop him in free fall
and do everybody a favor.

- Should we take the suit away from you and give it to them?
- Do what?

Uh, sir, these boys
just shot each other.

Was it not in the end Mr. Maxwell's
ego and bad judgment...

which brought them to this place?

Mr. Maxwell, if Mr. Hinkley had
told you of your betrayal sooner,

would you not have walked away from these
people before the tragedy could have occurred?

Uh...

I... Sir, y-you always present us with a lot of
questions, but you never give us any answers.

Mr. Maxwell, would it
not be easier for you,

simpler for us,
to take these young boys,

- these brothers, in your place?
- Well, uh, we're doing the best we can.

We make a couple of mistakes,
you can't ask us to turn into saints here.

Is not a saint one who strives for justice
and honor and right among all people?

Sir, I got to promise you,
we don't know anything about saints.

We're just trying to do the job
that you laid on us.

Are you saying that that's what
we're supposed to be doing?

- Why did you think we are here?
- Uh, I gotta tell you, sir, the kid's right.

Uh, talking to you is, uh,
like talking to a shrink,

all questions, no answers.

Where did you think
Dr. Freud got his idea?

I-I know that you can heal their
bodies as you've done for us.

But can you change their minds,
the way they think?

I mean, enter their minds and teach them?

Even if they resist you,
give them strength?

A-And give them hope?

Why not? If we could do it with
you, why not them?

Is that not what you try to do
with your students every day?

Behind all those windows?

What are they?

Students, Bill, of life.

The French have been trying it for years.
It's called sleep therapy.

Uh. Um.

You'll get used to it.

Sir, we got a thousand folks
down there...

sucking their thumbs and
turning blue and looking at us.

Then you promise not to,
as you say, screw up anymore?

Sir, uh,
we gotta get moving.

For life?

Yeah. Sure.
Uh, absolutely.

Oh! I just got it.

All those sleepers in the
windows, that... that's our backup.

They're getting them ready
to take over for us.

Well, that's right, Bill.
Yeah, over my dead body.

- Well, maybe so.
- Not tonight. Go get 'em, kid.

I don't care who thinks
I'm a comic book or who doesn't.

It's so confused, now,
by this.

I can't explain it and it
doesn't matter anymore.

If it helps you to believe me,
then I will gladly take that advantage.

You people, you have a democracy,
one of very few left on Earth.

In order to make a democracy
work, you have to stand behind it.

You have to live it.
You have to serve it.

Even when you don't like it.

If you don't, you will absolutely lose it!

You cannot refuse.

You can't turn your back
and walk away anymore.

You can't look down on your
government, because if you do,

your government in the
end will look down on you.

You must swear by the power above.

You must swear never again...

to turn your back on your country...

or yourself.

Swear.

Where's the Jeep? Where we left it.

Home again, home again,
jiggity-jig. Slide over.

How do you like
them apples? I like.

Remember your promise.

See you, pard.

Yet, less than a month ago,
all this turned around.

This tiny democracy was slated to go under
the heel of yet another military junta.

One more democratic failure in the
long line of military takeovers...

in this part of the world.

Backyard observers were giving this frail
democratic structure a 90-10 againstsurvival.

Then something remarkable
happened that nobody can explain.

For the first time
in this tiny nation,

country people are marching
like troops to get in the vote.

For Indians, peons, poor people,
whatever the label,

this is unheard of and largely uncared
about, dismissed in the United States,

thousands of miles away.

Of course, there has been
friction, even confrontation,

not unlike our own voter
registration in the South years ago.

You better get these home.
They're getting cold.

But these voters will not be
intimidated, not anymore.

One family seems to be behind
this new liberal thrust,

the Delvera family...
Two sons. We did it!

Yes, we did it.

Well, somebody did it.

Closed-Captioned By
Captions, Inc., Los Angeles

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0