No real case here, per se, but more of an emotional tale about an angry young man who identifies more with the obliterated "Indians" who originally occupied southern Cali than he does with his own father, a decorated Mexican-American war hero. Mark is the point man at the beginning of the story, as he's the first to encounter these campus Chicano revolutionaries-manquées, and stops them from robbing an old lady bookstore owner blind. This means, of course, that the term "cats" is used a quite a bit, and there's a lot of close-ups of Mark's wide-eyed face as he reacts to their nefarious doings.
This is one of those then socially relevant, timely, minority youth-culture Ironside stories, and those are some of the most fun. An impossibly young A. Martinez--only 21 in 1969--plays the main antagonist, and he's so dewey and androgyous here that he's just a little bit of eyeshadow away from being the exotic flavor in a Castro Street cabaret drag show. It's no wonder, then, that the Chief is drawn to him and sees a passionate, misguided youth in need of mentoring rather than a treasonous terrorist. Mr. Martinez hams it up for all he's worth, and it must've worked, because he guest-stars again as a different character in just another couple of episodes.
The climactic show-down is on an atmospherically windy barrio street, and it's amusing to see how back then a semi-retired police consultant could order a phalanx of uniformed officers away from the scene, even though there was an armed and dangerous escaped prisoner right at their fingertips. You won't see that happening on L&O:SVU.
Bad news for Ed fans, as he gets almost nothing to do, and Eve doesn't fare much better, other than a quick tête-à-tête with the macho Martinez' Lily Munster-looking girlfriend. The word "toilet" was used a couple of times in this story, though, which surprised me.