Patty Hearst (1988) - full transcript
The true story of a rich girl who was abducted by American revolutionaries in the 1970s. Her time spent with her captors made her question herself and her way of life and she joined forces with the cause that her abductors were fighting for. This created a US scandal and Patty Hearst has become a pop culture fixture.
I enjoyed a normal childhood.
My four sisters and I weren't
raised like rich kids.
We were privileged, even over
privileged, but not spoiled.
I knew best what was
right and wrong for me.
Most things came easily, sports,
social relationships,
schoolwork, life.
I grew up in a
sheltered environment,
supremely self-confident.
I knew, or thought
I knew, who I was.
More a doer than a thinker,
an athlete than a student,
a social being than a loner.
I was ever practical.
I could see people and situations
plainly, without frills
and never doubted my ability
to handle myself in
any circumstance.
Of course, there's little
one can do to prepare
for the unknown.
Mom?
Dad?
Dad?
Mom?
Dad?
Mom?
Dad?
Mom?
Dad?
What are you gonna do to me?
Mom?
Dad?
Mom?
Dad?
I'm not being starved or beaten.
Dad?
Mom?
Who are you?
What are you gonna do to me?
Who are you?
What are you gonna do to me?
I am not being starved or beaten
or unnecessarily frightened.
I'm okay.
Who are you?
I am not being starved or beaten
or unnecessarily frightened.
I'm okay.
I'm okay.
Who are you?
Mom?
Dad?
What you see is what you get.
We got to be very cool,
the lady upstairs is sick.
The landlady said, be very cool.
The apartment's a
lot more intimate.
I planned it that way.
Make yourself comfortable.
One day they totally disappeared
until the senior prom,
when in walks father Michael
wearing plaid pants
and a tie-dye t-shirt
accompanied by sister
Mary Fatima, and,
in a white miniskirt,
plastic go-go boots.
That looks weird, why
don't you put on the chain?
Hey, I just hit some
car down near your garage.
Can I use your phone?
Shut up and lie the fuck down!
Don't move!
Face to the floor,
mother fuckin' bitch!
Where's the money?
Shut your mouth, motherfucker!
Turn over, motherfucker!
Steve!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Hey, you guys all right here?
Watch him!
Watch him!
No!
No!
Grab her other leg!
Keep quiet!
Shut up!
Don't look at me, bitch!
Cin!
In there.
No!
No!
Please, god.
Please, god, please,
god, don't bury me.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among...
Go, move, move!
Thanks for the rental.
Who are you?
What are you gonna do to me?
Don't worry, you're
worth more alive than dead.
Slow down.
They don't wanna be seen.
They want a ransom.
It'll all be over in a few days.
They're not going to kill me.
It's just a closet.
You scared of black?
We only tell you once.
You wanna live?
Not one sound.
Not one.
My name is cin.
Like the devil.
Cinque, I'm the
general field marshal
of the symbionese
liberation army.
What's that?
Everybody know about the sla.
How can you be so dumb?
Sla killed Marcus foster.
You are a prisoner of warl
we're gonna negotiate
a prisoner exchange
to free our two comrades
who are now being
beaten and tortured
in the fascist prison
system of America.
Patricia hearst, daughter
of Randolph a. Hearst,
corporate enemy of the people.
One of five arrests
made across the country
by combat units of the sla
according to the
Geneva convention
governing prisoners of war.
There's a revolution
goin' on in this country!
The people have declared war
on the fascist
American government!
The revolution is
happening right now, bitch,
in good old, fascist America!
Against me?
A regular Marie antoinette.
Marie antoinette
didn't know anything
about the French revolution
until they cut off her head.
Yeah.
Any trouble from
you and we hang you
from the ceilin' by your feet
like the dead pig you are.
Barnyard slaughter.
And don't be thinkin'
rescue, baby.
FBI come, you get
our first bullet.
Police come, you go.
Twig snap outside, dog
bark, bird sing, oink!
When will you let me go?
When our comrades are released.
Can I,
can I please go to the bathroom?
A real Marie antoinette.
Hey, Marie, you gotta
pee, you say, I gotta pee.
You wanna shit, you
say, I gotta shit.
I have to pee.
Why didn't you say so?
Can I go to the bathroom alone?
Hey, listen up!
We do not keep our prisoners
in solitary like the pigs.
Cinque has instructed us
to spend time with you.
Our purpose is to educate you.
The sla is part
of a worldwide
revolutionary movement.
Our brothers and sisters
have risen in South Africa,
the Philippines,
Ireland, Mozambique.
The slas a huge organization.
Not only combat
units like ourselves,
intelligence units,
medical teams,
brothers and sisters
holding straight jobs
until the revolution comes.
This network of pig
propaganda has succeeded
in hiding the truth
from the people,
the truth that this
nation has suffered
its first military coup.
I see them captured,
lined up against a wall.
Two blacks, five
women, three men.
I identify each by voice.
The couple...
Male and female, equal.
To crush all forms
and institutions
of racism, sexism, ageism...
Capitalism, fascism,
individualism, possessivism.
You're dead.
You're dead.
You're dead.
Patty.
That's what your
friends call you, right?
Your rich, pig friends with
their pig plantation names.
Let me tell you about
interrogation in the pig prison.
There be beatings,
torturings, electroshock.
So stop lying to me, bitch!
Why was your daddy in Washington
the night you were arrested?
Did he see the president?
The CIA?
The state department?
The committee of 407?
You do know the committee of 407?
Admit it, don't fuck
with me, you bitch,
who else is a member?
Look I don't
know about his business.
What about his friend,
corporate pig Howard Hughes?
Did he give your
daddy the plane?
He doesn't have a plane.
You wanna hang from
the ceilin" like a pig?
Cooperate.
The plane!
He sold it years ago.
To the CIA?
I don't know!
I'm 19, he doesn't talk to
me about this stuff, okay?
You better
think a little harder,
Patty.
That pig governor
Reagan fucked up
the entire prisoner exchange.
They won't be tradin'
you for anybody.
But cin has a better plan,
as a gesture of good faith
we're demanding $70
of free food be given
to every poor
person in the state.
They'll be coming from all over
to the capitalist supermarkets.
It'll be a people's food be-in,
paid for by the pig hearsts.
What if people don't come?
You have no idea what
it's like to be poor!
They can't afford the luxury
of your bourgeois morals!
Their babies are hungry!
And you just don't understand.
Mom?
Dad?
I'm okay.
I had a few scrapes
and stuff but they
washed them up and
they're getting okay.
I haven't been
starved or beaten.
I'm not being starved or beaten
or unnecessarily frightened.
If you can get the
food thing organized
for the 19th then that's okay
and would just
speed up my release.
Today is Friday 8th,
and in Kuwait the
commandos negotiated
the release of their hostages
and left the country.
Bye.
That's it.
I hear you been disrespectful
to one of our sisters
about the food program.
I don't wanna hear about you
bein' disrespectful.
You hear me?
Or I'll be back here
to see you about it.
At $70 for every poor person,
this good faith gesture
would cost $400 million.
Papa pig hearst.
Patty, I'm doing everything
I can to get you out.
The original demand
is impossible to meet,
'but in the next 48 hours I'll
try to make a counter-offer.
See?
Your daddy cares more
about his motherfuckin'
money than about your life.
Are you gonna kill me?
Up to the war council.
Donald defreeze,
who calls himself
field marshal cinque.
Hey, they know who you are.
Reputed FBI informant who...
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
I sleep all the time.
I have no strength.
I couldn't stand even if
I were free to walk away.
My body's giving up.
I see it apart, surrendering.
Concentrate, one day at a time.
False hopes and fantasies
don't help one bit.
Yes, you know me.
I'm the nigger you have hunted
and feared night and day.
I'm the nigger you
have killed hundreds
of my people in the
vain hope of findin'.
You know me.
I'm the nigger who is
no longer just hunted,
robbed and murdered.
I'm the nigger
that hunts you now.
You have hunted and
robbed and exploited us,
now we are the hunters
that will give you no rest.
Death to the fascist
insect that preys
upon the life of the people.
We're sending this tape
with our final demand.
I want to speak to my
six lovely black babies.
I want you to know,
whenever you need me I
will be there by your side.
So I am now.
Because no matter where I am,
I'm fighting for your freedom,
your future,
your life.
I wanna end this message
with the anthem of the
symbionese liberation army.
My babies,
daddy can't come home.
I have to fight for you and
for those who must stay home,
or have not the courage, or
lack the clear understanding
that the greatest gift they
can give their
children is freedom.
I give you all I can.
Life without fear,
love with a future,
understanding that
the price of freedom
is daring to struggle,
daring to win.
The latest demand
is far beyond my
financial capability.
Therefore the matter
is out of my hands.
Motherfuckers
think we bullshittin'.
The hearst corporation
will give $4 million
for food for the poor
provided Patricia is
released unharmed.
Are they paying the money?
Stupid bitch, they'd
never pay once you're released.
Rich daddy ain't
gonna give up the money
not even for their baby's life.
The negotiations are dead!
Dead!
I hate to take advantage
of what's been happenin'
to the young lady
but my children need
food like anybody else's.
There was rioting,
food thrown from trucks,
fistfights with the police.
More than 20 people were carted
off to the local hospital.
Pig media bullshit.
The whole program's a sham!
This don't look good
for you at all, Patty.
War council's called a
meeting tonight to talk
about what to do with you.
Nah.
It don't look good
for you at all.
We were all like you,
all had weaknesses
in our upbringing.
So-called good homes.
My folks?
Goldwater Republicans.
My dad's a furniture salesman.
The sla's my real family.
The sla saved my life.
I'd like to emphasize
that I am alive.
I am well.
And it's really
depressing to hear people
talk about me like I'm dead.
It begins to convince other
people that I am dead.
Gives the FBI an
excuse to come in here
and try to pull me out.
I am basically an example.
A symbol.
And it's important
to remember that
because it's important to
the sla that I return safely.
Mom should get out
of her black dress.
It doesn't help at all.
And, um,
you have to understand
the position I'm in.
I'm right in the middle.
If the FBI comes,
tear gas comes,
bullet comes.
They want you dead, Patty.
FBI come firing.
Why?
So they can blame us.
Say it was our bullet.
They want people to
hate revolutionaries.
Killing you would be like a
coup for fascist repression.
Maybe we should let
you defend yourself?
Ever fire a shotgun?
Crack her open, baby.
Oh, you look so pretty.
Well, thanks.
Yolanda washed your corduroys.
We never wear blue jeans.
Cin says they don't instill
respect in the people.
Blacks never wear jeans,
have you noticed that?
It's true.
You know, everyone in the cell
feels much closer to you now.
And part of being in a cell
is being comradely
to the other people.
I feel so sorry for
you being around us
and not being able to join in.
Don't you have sexual feelings?
Of course.
Cujo wants to
get it on with you.
Gotta get you in shape.
You can't even walk straight.
One, two, three,
four, five,
six, seven,
eight, nine,
10.
One, two,
three, four,
five, six,
seven, eight,
nine, 10.
All right, now, on your butts!
Sit-ups!
You're kind of like
our pet chicken.
Come time for Sunday
dinner no one wants
to be the one to wring its neck.
Other revolutionary movements
when they capture a
prisoner, give them a choice.
Fight or die.
Join
or die.
Ready?
Sex is a revolutionary act.
And obviously we can't go
out on the street to find it.
So if anyone asks it's
only comradely to say yes.
So you can fuck any man here.
Or any woman.
May I go to my closet?
Don't examine your feelings.
Never examine your feelings.
They're no help at all.
Take your clothes off, Patty.
Okay.
I won't cry out.
I won't make a sound.
It'll be safer here.
The FBI were close.
No one from the
outside will help me.
I can't do anything
with my feet.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't do this any more, okay?
Just shoot me.
Shoot me.
No!
No!
No!
Can't!
I'm your calling card!
Passport to immortality!
And I'm fun too!
Pet chicken!
Sperm receptacle!
Really, really, really tight!
What can we do with her now?
Any ideas?
Yeah, yeah, I got a,
let's,
Wait, wait, wait.
Here's your choice.
You can join us if you want
or you can go home.
Join or go home?
Of course, you may
be assigned to another unit.
That's up to the war council.
You mean
set free?
Join
or set free.
I wanna join you.
That'll mean you can't
go back to your old way of life.
You'll be an urban guerrilla
fightin' for the people.
Yes, I want to
fight for the people.
It won't be easy to
join an sla combat unit.
Everyone here will
have to approve of it.
It'll have to be unanimous.
How will the revolution be won?
By violence.
What's wrong with groups
like the weather underground?
The weathermen are wimps.
It's only symbolic bombings.
Never kill.
What's gained by killing?
It makes the government
becomes repressive
which pisses off the
people so they'll
rise up and revolt.
Who are the prime
targets for assassination?
Everybody against us is a pig.
All pigs deserve to die.
All corporate enemies
of the people.
Like my father.
Only blacks can
lead the struggle.
Whites can't be trusted,
historically they've been traitors.
Why would you give up
your rich easy life for sla?
My life was shallow.
Bourgeois.
Revolution's not a dinner party.
It cannot be courteous
or restrained.
A revolution is
an act of violence
by which one class
overthrows another!
You're still bourgeois.
My life fighting for the people
is as valuable as yours.
What if we sent you to
another sla combat unit
where you didn't know anyone?
I'd rather stay with all of you
but the important
thing is the struggle.
Why should we take you?
What good are you to us?
I know the enemy.
I'm the expert.
Tania.
Hey, Tania?
That's you, tiny.
Your new name.
The first Tania
fought with che in Bolivia.
You mean?
Take off your blindfold.
Welcome.
You're now Tania,
a guerrilla fighter in the
symbionese liberation army.
You're all so attractive.
I told you, all freedom
fighters are beautiful.
Can you recognize me?
Gelina.
And me?
Easy.
Fahizah.
Cinque, of course.
Zoya.
Gabi.
Cujo.
I guess you must be
teko and yolanda.
You got all of us.
Yeah.
Can we get on with
the business now?
I still like the beauty parlor.
Yes, and now we get more
money from the restaurant.
Some fancy French place.
Or Italian!
Not Italian, stupid, the mafia.
Yolanda and I checked
out this beauty parlor.
We need money.
The good thing is
you just wave a gun
and they empty the register.
Gonna Rob a beauty parlor?
What's the matter with you?
You're all thinking
like white people.
Don't need hundreds,
need thousands.
We're gonna do a bakery.
I don't believe it.
That's so brilliant.
Yeah, well, you're all so
fucking chickenshit bourgeois.
I wish I was black.
I mean, I just wish
I was fuckin' black!
Thousands of
dollars from a bakery?
A bank.
We call it a bakery cause
that's where the bread is.
Check some out.
Locations, escape
routes, how many guards.
Welcome to the sla, sister.
What a propaganda coup.
Time for a photo session.
Gelina, next shot.
Tania.
Hey, Tania, smile.
The cobra symbol,
naga, is 170,000 years old.
It symbolizes god and life.
The seven heads penetrate
a common body and soul.
Survival lies in unity.
The African names of the heads
are ujaama, kujichagulia,
umoja, ujima.
Nia, kuumba and Imani.
The enemy attacks one
race or group at a time
in order to divide,
isolate and conquer.
Our single cobra body
cannot be divided.
Cannot be conquered.
Gelina was an actress.
She did hedda gabler.
Not hedda.
Thea.
So she does
the costumes and makeup.
Hm?
Stolen ID cards.
We get these babies
whenever we can.
Machine guns,
carbines and dynamite.
You'll learn how to use them.
Stolen.
Duplicates.
You need to borrow
a car for a robbery?
Say, the other units, they
gonna help us Rob the bank?
What other units?
This is it, baby.
We the whole army.
To begin with
I want to inform the
public that I wrote this.
I have never been forced to
say anything on any tape.
Nor have I been brainwashed,
drugged, tortured, hypnotized
or in any way confused.
Mom, dad, Stephen, I have
been given the choice of,
one, being released
in a safe area
or, two, joining the forces
of the symbionese
liberation army
and fighting for my
freedom and the freedom
of all oppressed people.
I have chosen to stay and fight.
We had her 20
years, they've had her 60 days.
I don't believe it.
I'll never believe it.
Until she talks to me.
You won't believe it
when she does talk to you.
Boo-hoo.
Boo-hoo.
Yesterday yolanda
kissed me on my mouth.
Today she watches
my every gesture.
My old life slips
further and further away.
Crush every part of you
that was Patty hearst.
Think before you speak.
What do you see?
Not much.
Here, use this.
You've got to check
rooftops, store fronts,
other end of the street.
See there?
What?
At this hour it could be pigs.
Undercover pigs
pretendin' to be queers.
Huh?
Check every car.
A stakeout.
They circle round.
Also, first watch at
night unplugs the tube.
So the FBI don't spy on us.
You know they can hook
right up into these things
and see into any
room that has one.
Can you tell me how a TV work?
No.
Then how you
know what else it can do?
Hey, man, what
is happenin', man?
Yo!
Yo.
Yo, white boy, I'm
talkin' to you, man.
I say, what you got
for the head, hm?
Let me catch a square, baby.
Got some change for me, man?
Of course, there's
a kind of pattern.
Cin mostly sleeps with me.
But sometimes he makes it
with fahizah, who adores him.
Or yolanda.
Yo also sleeps with teko,
who used to be her husband.
I mean, they're still
married, but marriage
is bourgeois bullshit, right?
Right.
Or teko will fuck zoya
or all three of them together,
or just zoy and yolanda.
Cujo mostly masturbates.
Or else fucks zoya.
Gabi, who was zoya's
lover outside still
makes it with her
when zoya lets her
but that's not often,
so, gabi's frustrated.
Basically sex is a low priority.
We're just too tired.
Right.
Fuck you up, motherfucker!
One hand.
It's easier with two.
Keep your eyes open.
Inside the
bakery, what do you do?
I disarm the tellers.
Fuck you.
I wanna kill some pigs!
Pigs come,
you'll get your chance.
I'll back you up.
I hope they come, man!
Do it again.
Put it in there.
Putitin.
Go!
Okay.
Aim higher.
You got to hit up here.
Aim for the stomach,
aim for the chest, okay?
Come on, we'll do it one
more time, all right?
Draw.
You're dead.
I'm always dead!
It's just not fair, you know?
Come here, look...
I can't protect myself.
You're doing all right.
You're doing good.
I'm serious.
You're doing good, you are.
You are, really.
Listen to me.
I've been thinkin'
that maybe it's time
that you and me got together.
What?
I have a need.
Um, it's the
comradely thing to do.
Right, comrade?
Right.
Come on, come on.
This is Tania, Patricia hearst.
This is not a robbery,
this is an expropriation
of capitalist funds
for the sla, which is at
war with the United States.
I joined...
I joined the sla voluntarily
and I'm fighting of
my own free will.
Venceremos.
Fuck it up, you're dead.
Lie on the fuckin' floor.
Wha?
This is a hold-up!
First motherfucker don't lay
down gets shot in the head!
No shit!
We're the sla and
this is Patty hearst!
Nine!
Number ninel
this is Patricia hearst, Tania.
Um, I'm Tania.
Lie the fuck still!
Sla!
Face down!
Don't move!
Sla!
Sla!
Sla!
Eyes to the floor.
Eyes to the floor, goddamn it!
Don't move!
Fuck.
Stay down, pigs.
Now.
Hurry!
Not one word!
You heard him!
Hurry!
Hurry!
Come on, move it!
Stay down!
Exit two, then eight!
Two, then eight!
Exit three, then nine!
Nine!
Number nine, go!
Go!
Nine, go!
Yeah!
We're on every
fucking radio station!
Oh, yeah!
Patty hearst this,
Patty hearst that!
That's the whole idea, baby!
Identify!
Attorney General saxbe
called her a common criminal.
I say nothing.
I am happy to have headaches,
happy to be constipated.
Happy to be accepted
rather than killed.
Cin, can we
count it now, please?
Oh, baby!
What's up, Tania?
Sorry, you know.
That I didn't say
my whole speech.
The people love you, Tania.
Givin' up your past life to
become a freedom fighter.
You are a symbol to them!
You know what my dream is?
What?
Sure you want to hear?
I guess so.
I wanna be like Che Guevara.
And cin's like fidel.
We're leading the guerrilla war,
gunnin' down pigs
in the streets.
A complete bloodbath.
Well, what do you think?
It sounds great.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Here,
this is for you.
It's one of my most
valuable possessions.
I wear mine around my neck.
Thank you.
Actually, I like art.
I studied it in college.
You know, if I'm like che
and you're named
after che's lover,
I mean, maybe I
could protect you.
We kill a lot of pigs together,
one day someone
might write about us.
Huh?
Hi.
Know what the newspapers say?
You really joined us now.
We don't believe you.
Why?
We want you to know.
We're watching you.
You think you're fooling us?
You're not.
One day, you'll fuck up.
And we'll blow your
fuckin' brains out.
Lighten up.
She's no more bourgeois
than you two suckers.
I'm really struggling to overcome
my bourgeois upbringing.
That's cool, baby,
'cause when the pigs
come, we gonna fight.
We fight, we die.
No jail.
What are we gonna do, man?
I got a plan.
Move.
Where?
La.
Revolution's coming this summer.
La's good.
Big.
Big, good.
Lots of blacks.
Lots of freeways.
Lots of places to hide.
Know what we need to live there?
Bikinis?
Cars.
Who'll buy 'em?
We too hot.
Go and get recruits.
Ring doors.
Find some black brothers.
Teko, zoya,
you're on backup.
Right now.
Where will you go?
Gonna go round the neighborhood.
Find some brothers and sisters.
Gonna start right
here, in this buildin'.
The people love us.
Door to door?
Recruits.
Got some doors
slammed in our faces
then look what happened.
Black muslims.
Told you so.
You are beautiful, sisters.
Where's Patty hearst?
Uh,
she's dead.
I'm Tania.
She don't look like her.
That's her, brother.
Smile for the man, Tania.
People don't recognize
you unless you smile,
like in your pictures.
How's about some other blacks?
This is a white unit, brother.
I'm just here to organize
'em and whip 'em into shape.
Revolution is comin'.
This summer.
Here, here.
As chief cook, I assure you,
no recipe is complete without...
Cyanide.
See you in la.
Checkpoint, I'll get
in touch with you.
As-salaamu alaikum.
Wa alaikum as-salaam.
Bye.
Be careful.
Thanks, little sister.
Kill some pigs.
We will.
Stay alive, brother.
There are no windows
and I can't get out the back.
If we're stopped by the police,
they can dash out the
doors but I'm trapped.
Why is this happening to me?
So Tania, what do
you think of our little team?
Well, uh,
sometimes we're not so together.
You and yolanda always
talk to each other and so...
It's your fault, you know,
you could join in any time.
Hey, let her finish.
It seems like you have
an exclusive relationship.
I do not.
I fuck who I want.
Yeah.
Anybody.
Yeah, well, I gotta
get off with somebody.
Do you see what you do?
Do you see what you
do to this team?
Sorry.
It's teko's fault.
He's still crippled by sexism.
It's great.
Perfect.
No gas, electricity.
Sounds great.
At last, we're really poor.
Pigs patrol here day and night.
So no lights, no
sounds, no nothin'.
Just like prison lockup.
Quiet, invisible.
Waitin' to make our move.
I'm an animal.
I'm a machine.
My body is steel.
And last night I had a vision.
Don't need no more safe houses.
Revolution is
happening too fast.
We go out at night,
kill pigs,
take over a different
house every mornin'.
Team go out tomorrow.
Teko, yolanda, Tania.
On top of everything else,
I am a prophet.
I am here on this earth
for a special purpose.
To write a book.
A real book
with real truth
and real knowledge.
Yes.
'Cause I have been
there with the people.
Fought with them, touched them,
fucked them till they saw god.
I see him now and he says,
cinque...
You are chosen
to lead the people.
There's a sporting
goods store over there.
Let's try that.
Zoya says I can't be
trusted to go out as backup.
She's jealous.
She just wants to keep
me from going out.
Look, I know you
ripped the store off.
What the fuck do you want?
Hey, get off him.
What happened?
What the fuck took you so long?
What did you steal?
Nothin'.
Don't you fuckin' lie to me.
You must have.
Fuck you.
Christ, I already paid $36.
Exactly.
They're rippin' off
the fuckin' people
and we have a right to
fuckin' appropriate.
That is fucking bullshit,
you are just a
fucking compulsive
fucking kleptomaniac
fucking moron.
Fuck!
Fuck it!
Enough!
Fuckin' enough, all right?
All right?
How's it going, brother?
It's fine, brother.
We're the sla and we
need to borrow your camper.
Look, man, I don't
want no hassle, man.
Fucker!
Give me your fucking keys,
give me your fucking keys!
I'm gonna blow your
fucking head off.
Teko, look, there's another car.
Get the stuff.
Hey brother, hey,
it's like this, man.
We're the sla.
We need to borrow your car.
We're not gonna steal
it, we're borrowing it.
Sure, sure, no problem.
Keep it as long as you want.
No problem.
God, those chicanos are great.
You know, boy, he knew
we needed this car, man,
he just handed over
the keys, no problem.
The people are with us.
It's no fuckin' problem.
When do we get
back to the others?
We can't jeopardize
the safe house.
Shit.
I left my gun back there at
the sporting goods store.
I bought that one
under my own name.
What does that mean?
The pigs'll know we're in la.
Really great.
Goddamn chicanos!
Christ, we're in
fuckin' limbo land.
Hang on a second.
Hi.
Hi.
Thanks.
I see it's for sale.
Yeah.
How about a test drive?
Okay.
You guys really sla?
That's right, hey, Tania?
You should have seen
it, I saved my comrade.
There were bullets flying
everywhere, people screaming.
It was like "Starsky and Hutch."
Far out.
My friends'll freak out.
So guys, what next?
Where are we headed?
First thing we gotta
do is buy a hacksaw
and cut off these
fucking handcuffs.
Only thing though,
tomorrow, I'm pitching
this really big game.
Don't worry, kid.
You'll be on the mound.
Hey, lookin' good.
Let you out here.
There you go, kid.
No, that's all right.
I don't need cab fare.
Good luck pitching.
Good luck, guys.
Do you mind if I keep
these as a souvenir?
Sure thing.
Thanks.
How about we get
a couple of pictures
of Tania sittin' on
Mickey mouse's lap?
Yeah.
Just like pigs to
glorify a mouse.
Surrounded a house on
east 84th street and watts,
believed to be
occupied by the sla,
the symbionese liberation army.
The self-styled revolutionary...
84th street.
Stupid pigs.
They're gone by now.
Yeah, but where are they?
News team on
its way to the scene.
All the bourgeois pleasures.
Motel, TV, room service.
Turn on the TV.
Need more ambulances...
It's live.
Have some
injuries if this keeps up.
Your location, code three.
Come in, Michael.
This is control one.
North king five five advises
she is receiving fire.
There are two crews here.
We're not gonna be able to move
as far as I can tell
for a long time.
Did you hear the
radio transmission?
We picked it up from monitoring
off the police radio?
They said, very truthfully
to bring all the ammunition
that they could pry loose.
They said that they
are better armed.
They have more ammunition
than the police do.
It's incredible.
It's hard to believe.
That was the transmission.
Neighbors report the sla members
Donald defreeze,
also known as cinque,
bragged about the
group's exploits
and sent neighborhood children
out for beer and groceries.
Again the information
is rather sketchy,
as you must have heard.
Is there any
word about Patty hearst?
John, the officers here have
no way of knowing for sure
however ominous reports indicate
that four young white women
were seen here last night.
They'll now ask
for Patty hearst to come out.
What do you expect?
She's all they
fucking care about.
On!
That's cinque's gun.
We should go, we
should go right now!
We'd only be killed.
We should fuckin' go anyway.
Blast the fuckin' pigs.
Cinque!
Gelina!
Oh.
No!
They didn't
even try to take us alive.
Shut up.
Please shut up.
They died exactly
how they expected to.
Police thought I was in there.
The reporter said
I was in there.
If I had been, I'd be dead, too.
They think I'm dead.
I am dead.
Now there's just
teko and yolanda.
Everything will be worse.
It's time for a change of names.
From now on, I'm frank.
You're Eva.
Yolanda's a people's name.
You gave it to me.
Our people's names will
still be our real names.
We don't wanna make
any mistakes in public.
I'm frank.
You're Eva.
I hate it.
Tania will be Pearl.
Pearl.
Is it safe for me to sit up?
Greetings to the people.
This is Tania.
I wanna talk about the way I
knew our six murdered comrades
because the fascist pig media
has of course been painting
a typically distorted picture
of these beautiful
sisters and brothers.
Cujo was the gentlest, most
beautiful man I've ever known.
The people need
something to believe in.
Neither cujo nor I had
ever loved an individual
the way we loved each other.
Our relationship's foundation
was our commitment
to the struggle
and our love for the people.
"Miss hearst said
that she had died
"in the fire on 54th street
"and had been reborn
out of the ashes."
The public really
gobbles you up.
Gobble, gobble.
They hate me.
Yeah, but they love to hate you.
They're not gonna get me.
Hey, maybe Pearl should
write her autobiography.
Or maybe we'll write a book.
Fuckin' bestseller.
The sla speaks.
Like, er, what's her name?
The, er, feminist that
you think is so cool.
Rita Mae brown.
Yeah, right, her.
They
say I'm a spoiled rich brat.
A symbol of what's wrong
with the capitalist society.
I don't really love the poor,
I'm cold, I'm a millstone
round their necks.
I'm not a good soldier.
I'm not pulling my weight.
Besides, we can't
write a book here.
We gotta go some place quiet.
We're goin' there.
It's all been arranged.
It's safe here in Pennsylvania.
Routine makes it easier.
And Wendy, of course.
You think someone could see
us from that hill over there
if they had binoculars?
This place really
messes with my mind.
Everything around
here's abandoned.
Busy, comrades?
We're resting.
I noticed.
Our comrades have been killed
and I come out here and
find you on vacation.
So what have you been
doin' all this time?
What?
What have you been doin'?
I've been underground.
No bombings?
Joe did the bombings.
When he was arrested,
they stopped.
Oh, yeah?
And what do you do now, hm?
You vegetate?
No, I'm your baby-sitter.
Buy your groceries, keep you
safe from your adoring public.
Are you in this
revolution or not?
Hm?
You made a mistake when
you took her on as helper.
An oriental sticks out like
a sore thumb around here.
For days,
I'm in a world of my own.
Talk to no one.
Not a word.
They say I'm thinking of my
past life but that's not true.
Ready for point-slack maneuvers?
We gotta be ready if the pigs
come, surround the house.
If they do, I'm giving up.
They shoot on sight.
I'll take my chances.
End up in a pig
concentration camp.
They'll torture you,
maybe even kill you.
Joe's there.
They haven't tortured
or killed him.
I can't believe you.
You were born in a
concentration camp,
now you wanna go back to one?
Third world people need to
overthrow their oppressors.
As an oriental, you could be a
great leader in this country.
Don't front me off as a
token third world leader, okay?
I don't wanna lead anybody.
Blacks, Indians
or even orientals.
Besides, all that crap
about third world leadership
is racist and based
on white guilt.
Oh, try it.
I'll slit your throat
while you sleep.
There are all kinds
of women, teko.
Wendy.
I'm trying to get
into condition, I really am.
There's no place for selfishness
or weakness in a revolution.
Country life is bullshit.
Got new comrades in California.
We're going back.
Friends of gelina's.
We'll show the world
the sla's not dead.
Great.
I'm in shape.
The sooner, the better.
Hey, I've been
in the joint, man.
I've blown up buildings.
Don't tell me how to knock
off a fuckin' bank, okay?
Okay, I'm not questioning you.
Teko's saying we're
revolutionaries.
This is a combat
operation, not a stick-up.
Otherwise, it's too dangerous.
What's the matter, you afraid?
It's not a question of fear.
Just doesn't robbing
banks increase
our chances of getting caught?
So what?
We won't get caught.
That's it.
I know I'm stupid
but what does robbin'
a bank have to do
with a revolution?
I go deeper
and deeper inside myself.
I read, smoke, try to
keep out of the way.
J we can all know everything
j without ever knowing why
j within each one of us
j by and by
j it's within each one of us
j to be wise
j find your heart
j open up both your eyes
j we can all know everything
j without
Well, what are you lookin" at?
Huh?
We're fuckin' wastin' time here.
We're gotta do another bank,
that's what we gotta do.
And this time,
I'm taking charge.
Does anyone challenge
my leadership?
Huh?
Anyone?
No more banks.
From now on, we're
gonna blow up pigs.
The bombings are going nowhere.
No one here is properly trained.
Morale sucks.
We need to pull a coup.
That's not the point.
Kill Attorney General...
Just stop for a second.
Why?
Hang on a second.
Are you listening here?
What we need is
black leadership.
When we had black leadership,
things were different.
When cinque was here...
A black man?
Yes.
Come off it.
The sla killed an
innocent bureaucrat,
kidnapped a 19-year-old girl
and robbed a bank,
big fucking deal.
You don't understand.
Cinque was a great leader.
A genius.
I loved him more than people
like you can understand.
No one's in charge.
Every discussion is splintered
by personal hatreds.
That why you imitate cinque?
You feel so guilty
about killin' him, huh?
Bullshit psychology!
We're gonna go out
and we're gonna
find a black leader.
And if the rest of
you chickenshit,
honky reactionaries
wanna stay, stay.
Well, it looks like
the guilty racists
who think a black god will
save them are leaving.
Well, us chickenshit
reactionaries will stay.
Death to the fascist
insect that preys
upon the life of the people.
I never get used to
San Francisco weather.
I love it but I
can't get used to it.
Does that make sense?
I feel guilty.
Have you heard from him?
Teko?
No.
Yolanda?
No.
You?
No.
It's not your fault.
Don't take the blame.
Guilty white boy wanted
to be tall and black.
Talk about Napoleon
complex, really.
But, I mean,
take you, for example.
You say you're
against violence but...
Hey, it's never simple.
I mean, look at
teko and yolanda.
They hate each other and
they love each other.
That's what a
revolution is like.
Freeze!
FBI, don't move!
Right to remain silent...
Freeze it!
I'll blow your head off!
Turn around!
Are you Patty hearst?
You're under arrest.
Hibernia bank robbery,
April 15th, 1974.
You happy it's over, Patty?
May I please change my pants?
I peed.
Okay, but we have
to go with you.
Patty!
Smile, Patty!
Patty!
Were you brainwashed?
This is the third time...
Come on, don't do that.
There she is.
We've been holding
your reservation.
How'd they find us?
Through the others.
Course they got away.
Name?
Patricia Campbell hearst.
Occupation?
Occupation?
You gotta have an occupation.
Urban guerrilla.
Hey, what's the matter with her?
She so rich she
can't come to us?
Coffee?
Doughnuts?
Thanks.
I read your book
on the Boston strangler.
Sexy case.
Not compared to this.
No, 'cause this one's nuts.
Goin' after her for
the first bank robbery,
two months after her capture.
Why?
Why not try the harrises first?
Patty is the kidnap victim.
Why try her at all?
There's a deal to be made
here and a simple one.
It's a textbook
plea bargain case.
The public wouldn't
stand for it.
They want equal
justice for the rich.
There's evidence that
the sla was responsible
for killing a woman
in the course of a felony.
Patty's your only witness.
You convict her, her
testimony becomes worthless.
That's what you say.
That's what I know.
Now, off the record, no bs,
if this was a military
court martial,
brainwashing, coercion,
she'd get off in a day.
It's not a court martial.
This is a democracy,
we have a civil trial.
We're talking about court
costs of four and five million.
Why spend the taxpayers'
money on a bogus case?
Because America wants to
know, everyone wants to know
did she or didn't she,
was she or wasn't she?
They want 12 jurors,
fair and true,
to tell them how to
feel about this case.
You tell them how to feel.
It's obvious.
They forced her.
If there hadn't
been a kidnapping,
she'd have never robbed a bank.
Don't sell me, sell a jury.
How are you gonna
get a fair jury?
In the '60s, every
parent sent their nice,
normal kid off to college
and bingo!
It was like the kid got
kidnapped by the counterculture.
Turned into a commie
and said screw you
to society and his parents.
Lived in a commune
and had free sex
with negroes and homosexuals.
So?
So they think Patty
did the same thing.
Didn't she?
Relax.
This is a medical procedure.
You're only making it worse.
Everything's okay.
No.
No, it's not.
I don't wanna cooperate
with the fascist courts
and so forth.
Bill and Emily Harris
don't have power
over you any more.
I wanna tell the truth.
To you, I mean.
Good.
But I don't know what it is.
Don't worry.
We'll get to it.
Now I wanna send in a couple
of shrinks to talk to you.
No, please,
I can't talk about it.
If they get on the stand,
maybe you won't have to.
Testify?
I can't.
I couldn't.
Patricia, please.
Trust me.
It's scary, um,
like my memory's Swiss cheese.
I don't remember.
I don't remember what
courses I was taking at Cal
Let's go through the kidnapping.
You were blindfolded how long?
Did you witness
lesbian activity?
You were blindfolded how long?
Did you witness
lesbian activity?
Tell me about
cinque's seduction.
Did you kiss him?
Was he circumcised?
When mr wolf came in the
closet, did you resist him?
Did you fight him off?
No.
I just felt helpless.
Miss hearst, one of
my fields is lie detection.
Someone who was
simulating would try to
make things sound
more favorable.
I'm convinced you're
telling the truth.
The surprising thing is
that you're here to tell it.
Very strong men, under far
less torturous conditions,
have just curled up and died.
Is that supposed to
make me feel better?
Hey.
I hear you're
spilling your guts,
blaming everything on us.
I knew we should
have killed you,
way back when.
When?
Any time.
Every time.
Right now.
Ready to proceed, mr Bailey?
Yes, your honor.
Please call miss
Patricia hearst.
Miss hearst, when the harrises
went into Mel's sporting goods,
couldn't you have gotten out
of the Van and gotten away?
Where would I have gone?
And when you drove across
country to Pennsylvania,
couldn't you have left the
motel room and gone somewhere?
Where?
Now miss hearst,
I believe today is your
birthday, isn't it?
Yes.
You're aware of the birth date
of your mother, I assume?
Yes.
And your father, your sisters?
Yes.
Between April 1st, 1974
did you send a birthday
card to any of those people?
No.
In your recording, tape
number six, you state,
"as far as being brainwashed,
"the idea's ridiculous to the
point of being beyond belief."
Angela atwood
supplied the words.
Is that right?
Yes.
At no time did you believe
that you had been brainwashed?
No.
Then those, in fact,
are true words, aren't they?
I guess so, yes.
Do you now believe
that you had, in fact,
been brainwashed at any time?
I'm not sure what
happened to me.
But at that time
you had them convinced that
you were part of the sla.
They trusted you.
Is that right?
Yes.
And to a large degree, you
were acting, were you not?
Yes.
Are you a good
actress, would you say?
Not particularly, no.
Are you acting now?
I object to that.
Sustained.
Now, miss hearst, as to cujo,
who was, of course,
William wolf.
Did you, in fact, have a
strong feeling for him?
In a way, yes.
As a matter of fact,
were you in love with him?
No.
But you did develop a
certain affinity for mr wolf?
No, I said I had a
strong feeling about him.
Well, what was that feeling?
I couldn't stand him.
We ask you to reject the
defendant's entire testimony.
She asks us to believe
that she didn't mean
what she said on the tapes.
She didn't mean what she
wrote in the documents.
She didn't mean it when
she gave this power salute,
this clenched-fist salute
after she was arrested
or when she told
a police officer
that she was an urban guerrilla.
She says the revolutionary
feminist perspective comment
wasn't the real Patricia hearst.
The Mel's shooting
incident was a reflex.
And that she was in such fear,
she couldn't try to
escape in 19 months,
while she crisscrossed
the country
or try to get word
to her parents.
She couldn't stand Willie wolf.
Yet she carried that
stone face with her
until the day she was arrested.
It's too big of a
pill to swallow.
I ask if you would accept
this incredible pill
from anyone but Patricia hearst.
And if you wouldn't, don't
accept it from her either.
Will the
bailiff read the verdict.
Yes, your honor.
We, the jury, find
the defendant guilty
on the first count
of bank robbery
and guilty on the second
count of the use of a firearm
in the commission of a felony.
Your honor, I
request a polling of the jury.
Poll the jury.
Marilyn wentz.
Guilty, your honor.
William Wright.
Guilty.
Linda maclnnany.
Guilty.
Jeri jewitt.
Guilty.
Robert k Anderson.
Guilty.
Oscar macgregor.
I never had a chance.
Guilty.
Beatrice bowman.
Guilty.
Marion p Abe.
Guilty.
I can never get used to the idea
of my daughter in this.
I've seen worse.
You heard?
Supreme court
denied your appeal.
I know.
I'm firing Bailey.
I already met with
another lawyer.
Whatever you think.
I want you to have the best.
George Martinez.
He's not the best.
He's not rich or famous.
But he is mine.
Then he is the best.
George says we'll
move on several fronts.
One, to reduce my sentence,
two, to overturn the conviction
and most important, we're going
for a presidential pardon.
In this public climate?
We're going to
change the climate.
Change people's minds about me.
How?
Media, interviews.
The press is a
tool, we'll use it.
You sound like your grandfather.
I wanna confront people's
prejudices about me.
I'm a woman and I had se,
I was forced to have
sex with my captor
so they think I'm a whore.
You see, people fantasized
about me so long,
they thought they knew me.
When I finally surfaced,
real person, real story,
I was inconvenient.
But I'm here.
And I'll let 'em know it, too.
I made it worse
hiding from the press.
I let people keep
their fantasies.
I hope to let people
see the real me,
to demystify myself.
The whole thing scares them.
You scare them.
Sure.
No one wants to accept
that their mental state
is so fragile.
Not me.
I'm too strong for that.
Just don't lock
me in that closet.
What?
You okay?
You and mom?
My shrink says I
shouldn't feel guilty.
Patricia hearst
shouldn't feel guilty.
But I do, for all that
I put you through.
Hearst.
It's my name, it's your name.
It's given us a lot.
You know,
I finally figured out
what my crime was.
There was none.
You were kidnapped.
Yes, but I lived.
Big mistake.
Emotionally messy.
Is that what you really think?
Yeah.
Pardon my French, dad, but
fuck 'em.
Fuck them all.
My four sisters and I weren't
raised like rich kids.
We were privileged, even over
privileged, but not spoiled.
I knew best what was
right and wrong for me.
Most things came easily, sports,
social relationships,
schoolwork, life.
I grew up in a
sheltered environment,
supremely self-confident.
I knew, or thought
I knew, who I was.
More a doer than a thinker,
an athlete than a student,
a social being than a loner.
I was ever practical.
I could see people and situations
plainly, without frills
and never doubted my ability
to handle myself in
any circumstance.
Of course, there's little
one can do to prepare
for the unknown.
Mom?
Dad?
Dad?
Mom?
Dad?
Mom?
Dad?
Mom?
Dad?
What are you gonna do to me?
Mom?
Dad?
Mom?
Dad?
I'm not being starved or beaten.
Dad?
Mom?
Who are you?
What are you gonna do to me?
Who are you?
What are you gonna do to me?
I am not being starved or beaten
or unnecessarily frightened.
I'm okay.
Who are you?
I am not being starved or beaten
or unnecessarily frightened.
I'm okay.
I'm okay.
Who are you?
Mom?
Dad?
What you see is what you get.
We got to be very cool,
the lady upstairs is sick.
The landlady said, be very cool.
The apartment's a
lot more intimate.
I planned it that way.
Make yourself comfortable.
One day they totally disappeared
until the senior prom,
when in walks father Michael
wearing plaid pants
and a tie-dye t-shirt
accompanied by sister
Mary Fatima, and,
in a white miniskirt,
plastic go-go boots.
That looks weird, why
don't you put on the chain?
Hey, I just hit some
car down near your garage.
Can I use your phone?
Shut up and lie the fuck down!
Don't move!
Face to the floor,
mother fuckin' bitch!
Where's the money?
Shut your mouth, motherfucker!
Turn over, motherfucker!
Steve!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Hey, you guys all right here?
Watch him!
Watch him!
No!
No!
Grab her other leg!
Keep quiet!
Shut up!
Don't look at me, bitch!
Cin!
In there.
No!
No!
Please, god.
Please, god, please,
god, don't bury me.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among...
Go, move, move!
Thanks for the rental.
Who are you?
What are you gonna do to me?
Don't worry, you're
worth more alive than dead.
Slow down.
They don't wanna be seen.
They want a ransom.
It'll all be over in a few days.
They're not going to kill me.
It's just a closet.
You scared of black?
We only tell you once.
You wanna live?
Not one sound.
Not one.
My name is cin.
Like the devil.
Cinque, I'm the
general field marshal
of the symbionese
liberation army.
What's that?
Everybody know about the sla.
How can you be so dumb?
Sla killed Marcus foster.
You are a prisoner of warl
we're gonna negotiate
a prisoner exchange
to free our two comrades
who are now being
beaten and tortured
in the fascist prison
system of America.
Patricia hearst, daughter
of Randolph a. Hearst,
corporate enemy of the people.
One of five arrests
made across the country
by combat units of the sla
according to the
Geneva convention
governing prisoners of war.
There's a revolution
goin' on in this country!
The people have declared war
on the fascist
American government!
The revolution is
happening right now, bitch,
in good old, fascist America!
Against me?
A regular Marie antoinette.
Marie antoinette
didn't know anything
about the French revolution
until they cut off her head.
Yeah.
Any trouble from
you and we hang you
from the ceilin' by your feet
like the dead pig you are.
Barnyard slaughter.
And don't be thinkin'
rescue, baby.
FBI come, you get
our first bullet.
Police come, you go.
Twig snap outside, dog
bark, bird sing, oink!
When will you let me go?
When our comrades are released.
Can I,
can I please go to the bathroom?
A real Marie antoinette.
Hey, Marie, you gotta
pee, you say, I gotta pee.
You wanna shit, you
say, I gotta shit.
I have to pee.
Why didn't you say so?
Can I go to the bathroom alone?
Hey, listen up!
We do not keep our prisoners
in solitary like the pigs.
Cinque has instructed us
to spend time with you.
Our purpose is to educate you.
The sla is part
of a worldwide
revolutionary movement.
Our brothers and sisters
have risen in South Africa,
the Philippines,
Ireland, Mozambique.
The slas a huge organization.
Not only combat
units like ourselves,
intelligence units,
medical teams,
brothers and sisters
holding straight jobs
until the revolution comes.
This network of pig
propaganda has succeeded
in hiding the truth
from the people,
the truth that this
nation has suffered
its first military coup.
I see them captured,
lined up against a wall.
Two blacks, five
women, three men.
I identify each by voice.
The couple...
Male and female, equal.
To crush all forms
and institutions
of racism, sexism, ageism...
Capitalism, fascism,
individualism, possessivism.
You're dead.
You're dead.
You're dead.
Patty.
That's what your
friends call you, right?
Your rich, pig friends with
their pig plantation names.
Let me tell you about
interrogation in the pig prison.
There be beatings,
torturings, electroshock.
So stop lying to me, bitch!
Why was your daddy in Washington
the night you were arrested?
Did he see the president?
The CIA?
The state department?
The committee of 407?
You do know the committee of 407?
Admit it, don't fuck
with me, you bitch,
who else is a member?
Look I don't
know about his business.
What about his friend,
corporate pig Howard Hughes?
Did he give your
daddy the plane?
He doesn't have a plane.
You wanna hang from
the ceilin" like a pig?
Cooperate.
The plane!
He sold it years ago.
To the CIA?
I don't know!
I'm 19, he doesn't talk to
me about this stuff, okay?
You better
think a little harder,
Patty.
That pig governor
Reagan fucked up
the entire prisoner exchange.
They won't be tradin'
you for anybody.
But cin has a better plan,
as a gesture of good faith
we're demanding $70
of free food be given
to every poor
person in the state.
They'll be coming from all over
to the capitalist supermarkets.
It'll be a people's food be-in,
paid for by the pig hearsts.
What if people don't come?
You have no idea what
it's like to be poor!
They can't afford the luxury
of your bourgeois morals!
Their babies are hungry!
And you just don't understand.
Mom?
Dad?
I'm okay.
I had a few scrapes
and stuff but they
washed them up and
they're getting okay.
I haven't been
starved or beaten.
I'm not being starved or beaten
or unnecessarily frightened.
If you can get the
food thing organized
for the 19th then that's okay
and would just
speed up my release.
Today is Friday 8th,
and in Kuwait the
commandos negotiated
the release of their hostages
and left the country.
Bye.
That's it.
I hear you been disrespectful
to one of our sisters
about the food program.
I don't wanna hear about you
bein' disrespectful.
You hear me?
Or I'll be back here
to see you about it.
At $70 for every poor person,
this good faith gesture
would cost $400 million.
Papa pig hearst.
Patty, I'm doing everything
I can to get you out.
The original demand
is impossible to meet,
'but in the next 48 hours I'll
try to make a counter-offer.
See?
Your daddy cares more
about his motherfuckin'
money than about your life.
Are you gonna kill me?
Up to the war council.
Donald defreeze,
who calls himself
field marshal cinque.
Hey, they know who you are.
Reputed FBI informant who...
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
I sleep all the time.
I have no strength.
I couldn't stand even if
I were free to walk away.
My body's giving up.
I see it apart, surrendering.
Concentrate, one day at a time.
False hopes and fantasies
don't help one bit.
Yes, you know me.
I'm the nigger you have hunted
and feared night and day.
I'm the nigger you
have killed hundreds
of my people in the
vain hope of findin'.
You know me.
I'm the nigger who is
no longer just hunted,
robbed and murdered.
I'm the nigger
that hunts you now.
You have hunted and
robbed and exploited us,
now we are the hunters
that will give you no rest.
Death to the fascist
insect that preys
upon the life of the people.
We're sending this tape
with our final demand.
I want to speak to my
six lovely black babies.
I want you to know,
whenever you need me I
will be there by your side.
So I am now.
Because no matter where I am,
I'm fighting for your freedom,
your future,
your life.
I wanna end this message
with the anthem of the
symbionese liberation army.
My babies,
daddy can't come home.
I have to fight for you and
for those who must stay home,
or have not the courage, or
lack the clear understanding
that the greatest gift they
can give their
children is freedom.
I give you all I can.
Life without fear,
love with a future,
understanding that
the price of freedom
is daring to struggle,
daring to win.
The latest demand
is far beyond my
financial capability.
Therefore the matter
is out of my hands.
Motherfuckers
think we bullshittin'.
The hearst corporation
will give $4 million
for food for the poor
provided Patricia is
released unharmed.
Are they paying the money?
Stupid bitch, they'd
never pay once you're released.
Rich daddy ain't
gonna give up the money
not even for their baby's life.
The negotiations are dead!
Dead!
I hate to take advantage
of what's been happenin'
to the young lady
but my children need
food like anybody else's.
There was rioting,
food thrown from trucks,
fistfights with the police.
More than 20 people were carted
off to the local hospital.
Pig media bullshit.
The whole program's a sham!
This don't look good
for you at all, Patty.
War council's called a
meeting tonight to talk
about what to do with you.
Nah.
It don't look good
for you at all.
We were all like you,
all had weaknesses
in our upbringing.
So-called good homes.
My folks?
Goldwater Republicans.
My dad's a furniture salesman.
The sla's my real family.
The sla saved my life.
I'd like to emphasize
that I am alive.
I am well.
And it's really
depressing to hear people
talk about me like I'm dead.
It begins to convince other
people that I am dead.
Gives the FBI an
excuse to come in here
and try to pull me out.
I am basically an example.
A symbol.
And it's important
to remember that
because it's important to
the sla that I return safely.
Mom should get out
of her black dress.
It doesn't help at all.
And, um,
you have to understand
the position I'm in.
I'm right in the middle.
If the FBI comes,
tear gas comes,
bullet comes.
They want you dead, Patty.
FBI come firing.
Why?
So they can blame us.
Say it was our bullet.
They want people to
hate revolutionaries.
Killing you would be like a
coup for fascist repression.
Maybe we should let
you defend yourself?
Ever fire a shotgun?
Crack her open, baby.
Oh, you look so pretty.
Well, thanks.
Yolanda washed your corduroys.
We never wear blue jeans.
Cin says they don't instill
respect in the people.
Blacks never wear jeans,
have you noticed that?
It's true.
You know, everyone in the cell
feels much closer to you now.
And part of being in a cell
is being comradely
to the other people.
I feel so sorry for
you being around us
and not being able to join in.
Don't you have sexual feelings?
Of course.
Cujo wants to
get it on with you.
Gotta get you in shape.
You can't even walk straight.
One, two, three,
four, five,
six, seven,
eight, nine,
10.
One, two,
three, four,
five, six,
seven, eight,
nine, 10.
All right, now, on your butts!
Sit-ups!
You're kind of like
our pet chicken.
Come time for Sunday
dinner no one wants
to be the one to wring its neck.
Other revolutionary movements
when they capture a
prisoner, give them a choice.
Fight or die.
Join
or die.
Ready?
Sex is a revolutionary act.
And obviously we can't go
out on the street to find it.
So if anyone asks it's
only comradely to say yes.
So you can fuck any man here.
Or any woman.
May I go to my closet?
Don't examine your feelings.
Never examine your feelings.
They're no help at all.
Take your clothes off, Patty.
Okay.
I won't cry out.
I won't make a sound.
It'll be safer here.
The FBI were close.
No one from the
outside will help me.
I can't do anything
with my feet.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't do this any more, okay?
Just shoot me.
Shoot me.
No!
No!
No!
Can't!
I'm your calling card!
Passport to immortality!
And I'm fun too!
Pet chicken!
Sperm receptacle!
Really, really, really tight!
What can we do with her now?
Any ideas?
Yeah, yeah, I got a,
let's,
Wait, wait, wait.
Here's your choice.
You can join us if you want
or you can go home.
Join or go home?
Of course, you may
be assigned to another unit.
That's up to the war council.
You mean
set free?
Join
or set free.
I wanna join you.
That'll mean you can't
go back to your old way of life.
You'll be an urban guerrilla
fightin' for the people.
Yes, I want to
fight for the people.
It won't be easy to
join an sla combat unit.
Everyone here will
have to approve of it.
It'll have to be unanimous.
How will the revolution be won?
By violence.
What's wrong with groups
like the weather underground?
The weathermen are wimps.
It's only symbolic bombings.
Never kill.
What's gained by killing?
It makes the government
becomes repressive
which pisses off the
people so they'll
rise up and revolt.
Who are the prime
targets for assassination?
Everybody against us is a pig.
All pigs deserve to die.
All corporate enemies
of the people.
Like my father.
Only blacks can
lead the struggle.
Whites can't be trusted,
historically they've been traitors.
Why would you give up
your rich easy life for sla?
My life was shallow.
Bourgeois.
Revolution's not a dinner party.
It cannot be courteous
or restrained.
A revolution is
an act of violence
by which one class
overthrows another!
You're still bourgeois.
My life fighting for the people
is as valuable as yours.
What if we sent you to
another sla combat unit
where you didn't know anyone?
I'd rather stay with all of you
but the important
thing is the struggle.
Why should we take you?
What good are you to us?
I know the enemy.
I'm the expert.
Tania.
Hey, Tania?
That's you, tiny.
Your new name.
The first Tania
fought with che in Bolivia.
You mean?
Take off your blindfold.
Welcome.
You're now Tania,
a guerrilla fighter in the
symbionese liberation army.
You're all so attractive.
I told you, all freedom
fighters are beautiful.
Can you recognize me?
Gelina.
And me?
Easy.
Fahizah.
Cinque, of course.
Zoya.
Gabi.
Cujo.
I guess you must be
teko and yolanda.
You got all of us.
Yeah.
Can we get on with
the business now?
I still like the beauty parlor.
Yes, and now we get more
money from the restaurant.
Some fancy French place.
Or Italian!
Not Italian, stupid, the mafia.
Yolanda and I checked
out this beauty parlor.
We need money.
The good thing is
you just wave a gun
and they empty the register.
Gonna Rob a beauty parlor?
What's the matter with you?
You're all thinking
like white people.
Don't need hundreds,
need thousands.
We're gonna do a bakery.
I don't believe it.
That's so brilliant.
Yeah, well, you're all so
fucking chickenshit bourgeois.
I wish I was black.
I mean, I just wish
I was fuckin' black!
Thousands of
dollars from a bakery?
A bank.
We call it a bakery cause
that's where the bread is.
Check some out.
Locations, escape
routes, how many guards.
Welcome to the sla, sister.
What a propaganda coup.
Time for a photo session.
Gelina, next shot.
Tania.
Hey, Tania, smile.
The cobra symbol,
naga, is 170,000 years old.
It symbolizes god and life.
The seven heads penetrate
a common body and soul.
Survival lies in unity.
The African names of the heads
are ujaama, kujichagulia,
umoja, ujima.
Nia, kuumba and Imani.
The enemy attacks one
race or group at a time
in order to divide,
isolate and conquer.
Our single cobra body
cannot be divided.
Cannot be conquered.
Gelina was an actress.
She did hedda gabler.
Not hedda.
Thea.
So she does
the costumes and makeup.
Hm?
Stolen ID cards.
We get these babies
whenever we can.
Machine guns,
carbines and dynamite.
You'll learn how to use them.
Stolen.
Duplicates.
You need to borrow
a car for a robbery?
Say, the other units, they
gonna help us Rob the bank?
What other units?
This is it, baby.
We the whole army.
To begin with
I want to inform the
public that I wrote this.
I have never been forced to
say anything on any tape.
Nor have I been brainwashed,
drugged, tortured, hypnotized
or in any way confused.
Mom, dad, Stephen, I have
been given the choice of,
one, being released
in a safe area
or, two, joining the forces
of the symbionese
liberation army
and fighting for my
freedom and the freedom
of all oppressed people.
I have chosen to stay and fight.
We had her 20
years, they've had her 60 days.
I don't believe it.
I'll never believe it.
Until she talks to me.
You won't believe it
when she does talk to you.
Boo-hoo.
Boo-hoo.
Yesterday yolanda
kissed me on my mouth.
Today she watches
my every gesture.
My old life slips
further and further away.
Crush every part of you
that was Patty hearst.
Think before you speak.
What do you see?
Not much.
Here, use this.
You've got to check
rooftops, store fronts,
other end of the street.
See there?
What?
At this hour it could be pigs.
Undercover pigs
pretendin' to be queers.
Huh?
Check every car.
A stakeout.
They circle round.
Also, first watch at
night unplugs the tube.
So the FBI don't spy on us.
You know they can hook
right up into these things
and see into any
room that has one.
Can you tell me how a TV work?
No.
Then how you
know what else it can do?
Hey, man, what
is happenin', man?
Yo!
Yo.
Yo, white boy, I'm
talkin' to you, man.
I say, what you got
for the head, hm?
Let me catch a square, baby.
Got some change for me, man?
Of course, there's
a kind of pattern.
Cin mostly sleeps with me.
But sometimes he makes it
with fahizah, who adores him.
Or yolanda.
Yo also sleeps with teko,
who used to be her husband.
I mean, they're still
married, but marriage
is bourgeois bullshit, right?
Right.
Or teko will fuck zoya
or all three of them together,
or just zoy and yolanda.
Cujo mostly masturbates.
Or else fucks zoya.
Gabi, who was zoya's
lover outside still
makes it with her
when zoya lets her
but that's not often,
so, gabi's frustrated.
Basically sex is a low priority.
We're just too tired.
Right.
Fuck you up, motherfucker!
One hand.
It's easier with two.
Keep your eyes open.
Inside the
bakery, what do you do?
I disarm the tellers.
Fuck you.
I wanna kill some pigs!
Pigs come,
you'll get your chance.
I'll back you up.
I hope they come, man!
Do it again.
Put it in there.
Putitin.
Go!
Okay.
Aim higher.
You got to hit up here.
Aim for the stomach,
aim for the chest, okay?
Come on, we'll do it one
more time, all right?
Draw.
You're dead.
I'm always dead!
It's just not fair, you know?
Come here, look...
I can't protect myself.
You're doing all right.
You're doing good.
I'm serious.
You're doing good, you are.
You are, really.
Listen to me.
I've been thinkin'
that maybe it's time
that you and me got together.
What?
I have a need.
Um, it's the
comradely thing to do.
Right, comrade?
Right.
Come on, come on.
This is Tania, Patricia hearst.
This is not a robbery,
this is an expropriation
of capitalist funds
for the sla, which is at
war with the United States.
I joined...
I joined the sla voluntarily
and I'm fighting of
my own free will.
Venceremos.
Fuck it up, you're dead.
Lie on the fuckin' floor.
Wha?
This is a hold-up!
First motherfucker don't lay
down gets shot in the head!
No shit!
We're the sla and
this is Patty hearst!
Nine!
Number ninel
this is Patricia hearst, Tania.
Um, I'm Tania.
Lie the fuck still!
Sla!
Face down!
Don't move!
Sla!
Sla!
Sla!
Eyes to the floor.
Eyes to the floor, goddamn it!
Don't move!
Fuck.
Stay down, pigs.
Now.
Hurry!
Not one word!
You heard him!
Hurry!
Hurry!
Come on, move it!
Stay down!
Exit two, then eight!
Two, then eight!
Exit three, then nine!
Nine!
Number nine, go!
Go!
Nine, go!
Yeah!
We're on every
fucking radio station!
Oh, yeah!
Patty hearst this,
Patty hearst that!
That's the whole idea, baby!
Identify!
Attorney General saxbe
called her a common criminal.
I say nothing.
I am happy to have headaches,
happy to be constipated.
Happy to be accepted
rather than killed.
Cin, can we
count it now, please?
Oh, baby!
What's up, Tania?
Sorry, you know.
That I didn't say
my whole speech.
The people love you, Tania.
Givin' up your past life to
become a freedom fighter.
You are a symbol to them!
You know what my dream is?
What?
Sure you want to hear?
I guess so.
I wanna be like Che Guevara.
And cin's like fidel.
We're leading the guerrilla war,
gunnin' down pigs
in the streets.
A complete bloodbath.
Well, what do you think?
It sounds great.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Here,
this is for you.
It's one of my most
valuable possessions.
I wear mine around my neck.
Thank you.
Actually, I like art.
I studied it in college.
You know, if I'm like che
and you're named
after che's lover,
I mean, maybe I
could protect you.
We kill a lot of pigs together,
one day someone
might write about us.
Huh?
Hi.
Know what the newspapers say?
You really joined us now.
We don't believe you.
Why?
We want you to know.
We're watching you.
You think you're fooling us?
You're not.
One day, you'll fuck up.
And we'll blow your
fuckin' brains out.
Lighten up.
She's no more bourgeois
than you two suckers.
I'm really struggling to overcome
my bourgeois upbringing.
That's cool, baby,
'cause when the pigs
come, we gonna fight.
We fight, we die.
No jail.
What are we gonna do, man?
I got a plan.
Move.
Where?
La.
Revolution's coming this summer.
La's good.
Big.
Big, good.
Lots of blacks.
Lots of freeways.
Lots of places to hide.
Know what we need to live there?
Bikinis?
Cars.
Who'll buy 'em?
We too hot.
Go and get recruits.
Ring doors.
Find some black brothers.
Teko, zoya,
you're on backup.
Right now.
Where will you go?
Gonna go round the neighborhood.
Find some brothers and sisters.
Gonna start right
here, in this buildin'.
The people love us.
Door to door?
Recruits.
Got some doors
slammed in our faces
then look what happened.
Black muslims.
Told you so.
You are beautiful, sisters.
Where's Patty hearst?
Uh,
she's dead.
I'm Tania.
She don't look like her.
That's her, brother.
Smile for the man, Tania.
People don't recognize
you unless you smile,
like in your pictures.
How's about some other blacks?
This is a white unit, brother.
I'm just here to organize
'em and whip 'em into shape.
Revolution is comin'.
This summer.
Here, here.
As chief cook, I assure you,
no recipe is complete without...
Cyanide.
See you in la.
Checkpoint, I'll get
in touch with you.
As-salaamu alaikum.
Wa alaikum as-salaam.
Bye.
Be careful.
Thanks, little sister.
Kill some pigs.
We will.
Stay alive, brother.
There are no windows
and I can't get out the back.
If we're stopped by the police,
they can dash out the
doors but I'm trapped.
Why is this happening to me?
So Tania, what do
you think of our little team?
Well, uh,
sometimes we're not so together.
You and yolanda always
talk to each other and so...
It's your fault, you know,
you could join in any time.
Hey, let her finish.
It seems like you have
an exclusive relationship.
I do not.
I fuck who I want.
Yeah.
Anybody.
Yeah, well, I gotta
get off with somebody.
Do you see what you do?
Do you see what you
do to this team?
Sorry.
It's teko's fault.
He's still crippled by sexism.
It's great.
Perfect.
No gas, electricity.
Sounds great.
At last, we're really poor.
Pigs patrol here day and night.
So no lights, no
sounds, no nothin'.
Just like prison lockup.
Quiet, invisible.
Waitin' to make our move.
I'm an animal.
I'm a machine.
My body is steel.
And last night I had a vision.
Don't need no more safe houses.
Revolution is
happening too fast.
We go out at night,
kill pigs,
take over a different
house every mornin'.
Team go out tomorrow.
Teko, yolanda, Tania.
On top of everything else,
I am a prophet.
I am here on this earth
for a special purpose.
To write a book.
A real book
with real truth
and real knowledge.
Yes.
'Cause I have been
there with the people.
Fought with them, touched them,
fucked them till they saw god.
I see him now and he says,
cinque...
You are chosen
to lead the people.
There's a sporting
goods store over there.
Let's try that.
Zoya says I can't be
trusted to go out as backup.
She's jealous.
She just wants to keep
me from going out.
Look, I know you
ripped the store off.
What the fuck do you want?
Hey, get off him.
What happened?
What the fuck took you so long?
What did you steal?
Nothin'.
Don't you fuckin' lie to me.
You must have.
Fuck you.
Christ, I already paid $36.
Exactly.
They're rippin' off
the fuckin' people
and we have a right to
fuckin' appropriate.
That is fucking bullshit,
you are just a
fucking compulsive
fucking kleptomaniac
fucking moron.
Fuck!
Fuck it!
Enough!
Fuckin' enough, all right?
All right?
How's it going, brother?
It's fine, brother.
We're the sla and we
need to borrow your camper.
Look, man, I don't
want no hassle, man.
Fucker!
Give me your fucking keys,
give me your fucking keys!
I'm gonna blow your
fucking head off.
Teko, look, there's another car.
Get the stuff.
Hey brother, hey,
it's like this, man.
We're the sla.
We need to borrow your car.
We're not gonna steal
it, we're borrowing it.
Sure, sure, no problem.
Keep it as long as you want.
No problem.
God, those chicanos are great.
You know, boy, he knew
we needed this car, man,
he just handed over
the keys, no problem.
The people are with us.
It's no fuckin' problem.
When do we get
back to the others?
We can't jeopardize
the safe house.
Shit.
I left my gun back there at
the sporting goods store.
I bought that one
under my own name.
What does that mean?
The pigs'll know we're in la.
Really great.
Goddamn chicanos!
Christ, we're in
fuckin' limbo land.
Hang on a second.
Hi.
Hi.
Thanks.
I see it's for sale.
Yeah.
How about a test drive?
Okay.
You guys really sla?
That's right, hey, Tania?
You should have seen
it, I saved my comrade.
There were bullets flying
everywhere, people screaming.
It was like "Starsky and Hutch."
Far out.
My friends'll freak out.
So guys, what next?
Where are we headed?
First thing we gotta
do is buy a hacksaw
and cut off these
fucking handcuffs.
Only thing though,
tomorrow, I'm pitching
this really big game.
Don't worry, kid.
You'll be on the mound.
Hey, lookin' good.
Let you out here.
There you go, kid.
No, that's all right.
I don't need cab fare.
Good luck pitching.
Good luck, guys.
Do you mind if I keep
these as a souvenir?
Sure thing.
Thanks.
How about we get
a couple of pictures
of Tania sittin' on
Mickey mouse's lap?
Yeah.
Just like pigs to
glorify a mouse.
Surrounded a house on
east 84th street and watts,
believed to be
occupied by the sla,
the symbionese liberation army.
The self-styled revolutionary...
84th street.
Stupid pigs.
They're gone by now.
Yeah, but where are they?
News team on
its way to the scene.
All the bourgeois pleasures.
Motel, TV, room service.
Turn on the TV.
Need more ambulances...
It's live.
Have some
injuries if this keeps up.
Your location, code three.
Come in, Michael.
This is control one.
North king five five advises
she is receiving fire.
There are two crews here.
We're not gonna be able to move
as far as I can tell
for a long time.
Did you hear the
radio transmission?
We picked it up from monitoring
off the police radio?
They said, very truthfully
to bring all the ammunition
that they could pry loose.
They said that they
are better armed.
They have more ammunition
than the police do.
It's incredible.
It's hard to believe.
That was the transmission.
Neighbors report the sla members
Donald defreeze,
also known as cinque,
bragged about the
group's exploits
and sent neighborhood children
out for beer and groceries.
Again the information
is rather sketchy,
as you must have heard.
Is there any
word about Patty hearst?
John, the officers here have
no way of knowing for sure
however ominous reports indicate
that four young white women
were seen here last night.
They'll now ask
for Patty hearst to come out.
What do you expect?
She's all they
fucking care about.
On!
That's cinque's gun.
We should go, we
should go right now!
We'd only be killed.
We should fuckin' go anyway.
Blast the fuckin' pigs.
Cinque!
Gelina!
Oh.
No!
They didn't
even try to take us alive.
Shut up.
Please shut up.
They died exactly
how they expected to.
Police thought I was in there.
The reporter said
I was in there.
If I had been, I'd be dead, too.
They think I'm dead.
I am dead.
Now there's just
teko and yolanda.
Everything will be worse.
It's time for a change of names.
From now on, I'm frank.
You're Eva.
Yolanda's a people's name.
You gave it to me.
Our people's names will
still be our real names.
We don't wanna make
any mistakes in public.
I'm frank.
You're Eva.
I hate it.
Tania will be Pearl.
Pearl.
Is it safe for me to sit up?
Greetings to the people.
This is Tania.
I wanna talk about the way I
knew our six murdered comrades
because the fascist pig media
has of course been painting
a typically distorted picture
of these beautiful
sisters and brothers.
Cujo was the gentlest, most
beautiful man I've ever known.
The people need
something to believe in.
Neither cujo nor I had
ever loved an individual
the way we loved each other.
Our relationship's foundation
was our commitment
to the struggle
and our love for the people.
"Miss hearst said
that she had died
"in the fire on 54th street
"and had been reborn
out of the ashes."
The public really
gobbles you up.
Gobble, gobble.
They hate me.
Yeah, but they love to hate you.
They're not gonna get me.
Hey, maybe Pearl should
write her autobiography.
Or maybe we'll write a book.
Fuckin' bestseller.
The sla speaks.
Like, er, what's her name?
The, er, feminist that
you think is so cool.
Rita Mae brown.
Yeah, right, her.
They
say I'm a spoiled rich brat.
A symbol of what's wrong
with the capitalist society.
I don't really love the poor,
I'm cold, I'm a millstone
round their necks.
I'm not a good soldier.
I'm not pulling my weight.
Besides, we can't
write a book here.
We gotta go some place quiet.
We're goin' there.
It's all been arranged.
It's safe here in Pennsylvania.
Routine makes it easier.
And Wendy, of course.
You think someone could see
us from that hill over there
if they had binoculars?
This place really
messes with my mind.
Everything around
here's abandoned.
Busy, comrades?
We're resting.
I noticed.
Our comrades have been killed
and I come out here and
find you on vacation.
So what have you been
doin' all this time?
What?
What have you been doin'?
I've been underground.
No bombings?
Joe did the bombings.
When he was arrested,
they stopped.
Oh, yeah?
And what do you do now, hm?
You vegetate?
No, I'm your baby-sitter.
Buy your groceries, keep you
safe from your adoring public.
Are you in this
revolution or not?
Hm?
You made a mistake when
you took her on as helper.
An oriental sticks out like
a sore thumb around here.
For days,
I'm in a world of my own.
Talk to no one.
Not a word.
They say I'm thinking of my
past life but that's not true.
Ready for point-slack maneuvers?
We gotta be ready if the pigs
come, surround the house.
If they do, I'm giving up.
They shoot on sight.
I'll take my chances.
End up in a pig
concentration camp.
They'll torture you,
maybe even kill you.
Joe's there.
They haven't tortured
or killed him.
I can't believe you.
You were born in a
concentration camp,
now you wanna go back to one?
Third world people need to
overthrow their oppressors.
As an oriental, you could be a
great leader in this country.
Don't front me off as a
token third world leader, okay?
I don't wanna lead anybody.
Blacks, Indians
or even orientals.
Besides, all that crap
about third world leadership
is racist and based
on white guilt.
Oh, try it.
I'll slit your throat
while you sleep.
There are all kinds
of women, teko.
Wendy.
I'm trying to get
into condition, I really am.
There's no place for selfishness
or weakness in a revolution.
Country life is bullshit.
Got new comrades in California.
We're going back.
Friends of gelina's.
We'll show the world
the sla's not dead.
Great.
I'm in shape.
The sooner, the better.
Hey, I've been
in the joint, man.
I've blown up buildings.
Don't tell me how to knock
off a fuckin' bank, okay?
Okay, I'm not questioning you.
Teko's saying we're
revolutionaries.
This is a combat
operation, not a stick-up.
Otherwise, it's too dangerous.
What's the matter, you afraid?
It's not a question of fear.
Just doesn't robbing
banks increase
our chances of getting caught?
So what?
We won't get caught.
That's it.
I know I'm stupid
but what does robbin'
a bank have to do
with a revolution?
I go deeper
and deeper inside myself.
I read, smoke, try to
keep out of the way.
J we can all know everything
j without ever knowing why
j within each one of us
j by and by
j it's within each one of us
j to be wise
j find your heart
j open up both your eyes
j we can all know everything
j without
Well, what are you lookin" at?
Huh?
We're fuckin' wastin' time here.
We're gotta do another bank,
that's what we gotta do.
And this time,
I'm taking charge.
Does anyone challenge
my leadership?
Huh?
Anyone?
No more banks.
From now on, we're
gonna blow up pigs.
The bombings are going nowhere.
No one here is properly trained.
Morale sucks.
We need to pull a coup.
That's not the point.
Kill Attorney General...
Just stop for a second.
Why?
Hang on a second.
Are you listening here?
What we need is
black leadership.
When we had black leadership,
things were different.
When cinque was here...
A black man?
Yes.
Come off it.
The sla killed an
innocent bureaucrat,
kidnapped a 19-year-old girl
and robbed a bank,
big fucking deal.
You don't understand.
Cinque was a great leader.
A genius.
I loved him more than people
like you can understand.
No one's in charge.
Every discussion is splintered
by personal hatreds.
That why you imitate cinque?
You feel so guilty
about killin' him, huh?
Bullshit psychology!
We're gonna go out
and we're gonna
find a black leader.
And if the rest of
you chickenshit,
honky reactionaries
wanna stay, stay.
Well, it looks like
the guilty racists
who think a black god will
save them are leaving.
Well, us chickenshit
reactionaries will stay.
Death to the fascist
insect that preys
upon the life of the people.
I never get used to
San Francisco weather.
I love it but I
can't get used to it.
Does that make sense?
I feel guilty.
Have you heard from him?
Teko?
No.
Yolanda?
No.
You?
No.
It's not your fault.
Don't take the blame.
Guilty white boy wanted
to be tall and black.
Talk about Napoleon
complex, really.
But, I mean,
take you, for example.
You say you're
against violence but...
Hey, it's never simple.
I mean, look at
teko and yolanda.
They hate each other and
they love each other.
That's what a
revolution is like.
Freeze!
FBI, don't move!
Right to remain silent...
Freeze it!
I'll blow your head off!
Turn around!
Are you Patty hearst?
You're under arrest.
Hibernia bank robbery,
April 15th, 1974.
You happy it's over, Patty?
May I please change my pants?
I peed.
Okay, but we have
to go with you.
Patty!
Smile, Patty!
Patty!
Were you brainwashed?
This is the third time...
Come on, don't do that.
There she is.
We've been holding
your reservation.
How'd they find us?
Through the others.
Course they got away.
Name?
Patricia Campbell hearst.
Occupation?
Occupation?
You gotta have an occupation.
Urban guerrilla.
Hey, what's the matter with her?
She so rich she
can't come to us?
Coffee?
Doughnuts?
Thanks.
I read your book
on the Boston strangler.
Sexy case.
Not compared to this.
No, 'cause this one's nuts.
Goin' after her for
the first bank robbery,
two months after her capture.
Why?
Why not try the harrises first?
Patty is the kidnap victim.
Why try her at all?
There's a deal to be made
here and a simple one.
It's a textbook
plea bargain case.
The public wouldn't
stand for it.
They want equal
justice for the rich.
There's evidence that
the sla was responsible
for killing a woman
in the course of a felony.
Patty's your only witness.
You convict her, her
testimony becomes worthless.
That's what you say.
That's what I know.
Now, off the record, no bs,
if this was a military
court martial,
brainwashing, coercion,
she'd get off in a day.
It's not a court martial.
This is a democracy,
we have a civil trial.
We're talking about court
costs of four and five million.
Why spend the taxpayers'
money on a bogus case?
Because America wants to
know, everyone wants to know
did she or didn't she,
was she or wasn't she?
They want 12 jurors,
fair and true,
to tell them how to
feel about this case.
You tell them how to feel.
It's obvious.
They forced her.
If there hadn't
been a kidnapping,
she'd have never robbed a bank.
Don't sell me, sell a jury.
How are you gonna
get a fair jury?
In the '60s, every
parent sent their nice,
normal kid off to college
and bingo!
It was like the kid got
kidnapped by the counterculture.
Turned into a commie
and said screw you
to society and his parents.
Lived in a commune
and had free sex
with negroes and homosexuals.
So?
So they think Patty
did the same thing.
Didn't she?
Relax.
This is a medical procedure.
You're only making it worse.
Everything's okay.
No.
No, it's not.
I don't wanna cooperate
with the fascist courts
and so forth.
Bill and Emily Harris
don't have power
over you any more.
I wanna tell the truth.
To you, I mean.
Good.
But I don't know what it is.
Don't worry.
We'll get to it.
Now I wanna send in a couple
of shrinks to talk to you.
No, please,
I can't talk about it.
If they get on the stand,
maybe you won't have to.
Testify?
I can't.
I couldn't.
Patricia, please.
Trust me.
It's scary, um,
like my memory's Swiss cheese.
I don't remember.
I don't remember what
courses I was taking at Cal
Let's go through the kidnapping.
You were blindfolded how long?
Did you witness
lesbian activity?
You were blindfolded how long?
Did you witness
lesbian activity?
Tell me about
cinque's seduction.
Did you kiss him?
Was he circumcised?
When mr wolf came in the
closet, did you resist him?
Did you fight him off?
No.
I just felt helpless.
Miss hearst, one of
my fields is lie detection.
Someone who was
simulating would try to
make things sound
more favorable.
I'm convinced you're
telling the truth.
The surprising thing is
that you're here to tell it.
Very strong men, under far
less torturous conditions,
have just curled up and died.
Is that supposed to
make me feel better?
Hey.
I hear you're
spilling your guts,
blaming everything on us.
I knew we should
have killed you,
way back when.
When?
Any time.
Every time.
Right now.
Ready to proceed, mr Bailey?
Yes, your honor.
Please call miss
Patricia hearst.
Miss hearst, when the harrises
went into Mel's sporting goods,
couldn't you have gotten out
of the Van and gotten away?
Where would I have gone?
And when you drove across
country to Pennsylvania,
couldn't you have left the
motel room and gone somewhere?
Where?
Now miss hearst,
I believe today is your
birthday, isn't it?
Yes.
You're aware of the birth date
of your mother, I assume?
Yes.
And your father, your sisters?
Yes.
Between April 1st, 1974
did you send a birthday
card to any of those people?
No.
In your recording, tape
number six, you state,
"as far as being brainwashed,
"the idea's ridiculous to the
point of being beyond belief."
Angela atwood
supplied the words.
Is that right?
Yes.
At no time did you believe
that you had been brainwashed?
No.
Then those, in fact,
are true words, aren't they?
I guess so, yes.
Do you now believe
that you had, in fact,
been brainwashed at any time?
I'm not sure what
happened to me.
But at that time
you had them convinced that
you were part of the sla.
They trusted you.
Is that right?
Yes.
And to a large degree, you
were acting, were you not?
Yes.
Are you a good
actress, would you say?
Not particularly, no.
Are you acting now?
I object to that.
Sustained.
Now, miss hearst, as to cujo,
who was, of course,
William wolf.
Did you, in fact, have a
strong feeling for him?
In a way, yes.
As a matter of fact,
were you in love with him?
No.
But you did develop a
certain affinity for mr wolf?
No, I said I had a
strong feeling about him.
Well, what was that feeling?
I couldn't stand him.
We ask you to reject the
defendant's entire testimony.
She asks us to believe
that she didn't mean
what she said on the tapes.
She didn't mean what she
wrote in the documents.
She didn't mean it when
she gave this power salute,
this clenched-fist salute
after she was arrested
or when she told
a police officer
that she was an urban guerrilla.
She says the revolutionary
feminist perspective comment
wasn't the real Patricia hearst.
The Mel's shooting
incident was a reflex.
And that she was in such fear,
she couldn't try to
escape in 19 months,
while she crisscrossed
the country
or try to get word
to her parents.
She couldn't stand Willie wolf.
Yet she carried that
stone face with her
until the day she was arrested.
It's too big of a
pill to swallow.
I ask if you would accept
this incredible pill
from anyone but Patricia hearst.
And if you wouldn't, don't
accept it from her either.
Will the
bailiff read the verdict.
Yes, your honor.
We, the jury, find
the defendant guilty
on the first count
of bank robbery
and guilty on the second
count of the use of a firearm
in the commission of a felony.
Your honor, I
request a polling of the jury.
Poll the jury.
Marilyn wentz.
Guilty, your honor.
William Wright.
Guilty.
Linda maclnnany.
Guilty.
Jeri jewitt.
Guilty.
Robert k Anderson.
Guilty.
Oscar macgregor.
I never had a chance.
Guilty.
Beatrice bowman.
Guilty.
Marion p Abe.
Guilty.
I can never get used to the idea
of my daughter in this.
I've seen worse.
You heard?
Supreme court
denied your appeal.
I know.
I'm firing Bailey.
I already met with
another lawyer.
Whatever you think.
I want you to have the best.
George Martinez.
He's not the best.
He's not rich or famous.
But he is mine.
Then he is the best.
George says we'll
move on several fronts.
One, to reduce my sentence,
two, to overturn the conviction
and most important, we're going
for a presidential pardon.
In this public climate?
We're going to
change the climate.
Change people's minds about me.
How?
Media, interviews.
The press is a
tool, we'll use it.
You sound like your grandfather.
I wanna confront people's
prejudices about me.
I'm a woman and I had se,
I was forced to have
sex with my captor
so they think I'm a whore.
You see, people fantasized
about me so long,
they thought they knew me.
When I finally surfaced,
real person, real story,
I was inconvenient.
But I'm here.
And I'll let 'em know it, too.
I made it worse
hiding from the press.
I let people keep
their fantasies.
I hope to let people
see the real me,
to demystify myself.
The whole thing scares them.
You scare them.
Sure.
No one wants to accept
that their mental state
is so fragile.
Not me.
I'm too strong for that.
Just don't lock
me in that closet.
What?
You okay?
You and mom?
My shrink says I
shouldn't feel guilty.
Patricia hearst
shouldn't feel guilty.
But I do, for all that
I put you through.
Hearst.
It's my name, it's your name.
It's given us a lot.
You know,
I finally figured out
what my crime was.
There was none.
You were kidnapped.
Yes, but I lived.
Big mistake.
Emotionally messy.
Is that what you really think?
Yeah.
Pardon my French, dad, but
fuck 'em.
Fuck them all.