Original subtitles

Hey, easy there. We don't want to arrive at the church too soon.

Padre Felipe will have us picking oranges.

No. We must be serious.

I must think of some way to get Don Nacho safely out of sanctuary

and on his way to Monterey.

I am sure you will think of something.

(HOOFBEATS APPROACHING)

Give me those reins.

Hah!

Wouldn't you like to try one? Gracias!

Excellent!

Perhaps not quite the sweetness of our oranges back home in Valencia.

Padre, you should be proud of what you have done here.

I am. At the Mission San Gabriel,

we grow the finest Indians in the world!

They're going to make a garden out of this place.

Now we have our first crop that has not been spoiled by frost.

(CHURCH BELL TOLLS)

It's too early for the Angelus.

Quick, back into church.

Surround the church. Sergeant Garcia, if Torres gets away,

I will hold you responsible.

You heard what the Comandante said. Surround the church.

Buenos dias, Capitan.

Are you out hunting or did you bring your men to whitewash my church?

Pax vobiscum.

Never mind blessing us now, Padre.

You know I am here to arrest Torres in the name of the crown!

I am here to protect his sanctuary in the name of the cross.

So, you admit that he is here!

The truth is always easy to admit to, don't you find it so?

Senor Torres just this moment has gone into the church.

Oh, sanctuary is an absurd law!

Not to the Senor Torres!

And as long as he's protected by the church, you will not molest him.

Who would know if I just took him?

We're a long way from both Madrid and Rome.

True, but I'm not far away from that flowerpot,

with which I could bash you over the head

until my faithful Indians could come to the rescue.

(LAUGHING)

Is there a law that says I cannot walk in there when I like?

Not at all. It's been a long time since you were in church.

Remove your saber, take off your hat, and drop a peso for the poor.

(CHUCKLING)

(ECHOING) How long?

(QUIETER) How long does a church claim it can shelter a traitor like Torres?

Forty days, Capitan. I hope you brought your tent.

All right. All right, Padre.

For the moment, you win! Do not be angry.

The cross usually does.

You can't interfere for long with the King's justice.

Heaven forbid! Now will you excuse me, won't you?

We're short of helpers.

There's a crop of oranges that must be stored before nightfall.

Come back any time.

I haven't finished telling you.

Confession's every Wednesday and Saturday at 7:00.

Alto!

You can go no further!

Very well, then. I don't mind walking.

What is your business here?

Speak up!

Buenas tardes, Capitan. Is the army here on maneuvers?

What are you doing here, de la Vega?

Padre Felipe has a surplus of oranges. I thought I might buy some.

You hadn't heard Torres has taken sanctuary in the church?

He has?

If I were a young man just returned from Spain, I would mind my own business!

Oh! The Padre won't give him up, eh? What a nuisance for you!

Nuisance. Ha.

I'd like to haul Torres out of sanctuary by his ears!

Captain, if I were a young officer rising in the service,

I wouldn't want the Pope and the King of Spain

angry with me at the same time.

I am certain there's nothing to worry about.

Capitan Monastario may be a miserable scoundrel,

but even he would be afraid to risk public censure.

If this mysterious Zorro had not freed me, I would have been hanged by now.

Padre, do you know who this Zorro is?

No, but whoever he is, my prayers ride with him.

Diego, my son, I am so glad to see you.

Is the army still outside? Oh, yes, in full force.

Are you all right? I called on your daughter to reassure her.

Thank you, my boy. For the moment, I seem to be safe.

Of course he's safe, but my oranges won't be unless I go back outside.

They have to be under cover in case it freezes tonight.

Will you stay with us a while? Of course.

Padre Felipe seems a good deal more confident than you.

Yes, but I cannot spend the rest of my life in his church.

Perhaps my father can plead your case with the governor.

No, I do not want your father involved in this.

Do you not realize that I am accused of treason?

Everyone knows you haven't committed this crime.

Listen, Diego, stay out of this.

Any protest you make will be futile.

But someone must do something besides this Zorro.

In times such as these,

even a fighter like Zorro will be trapped sooner or later.

Come this way. Comandante's orders.

You there, stand up. Pronto.

MAN: Hurry up!

Come on. You do not need these where you are going.

Stop. You have no right to do that.

Get your hands off them! Never mind.

I want every Indian you can find. Take them with the others.

What are you doing? They're my children.

They live and work here at the mission.

You have your law of sanctuary. Well, I have a few laws, too.

An order of the King says

a Comandante may conscript available labor

whenever he considers it necessary.

Captain Monastario,

the oranges have to be picked and carried into the warmth of the bodega.

I can understand your anger with me and Senor Torres.

Don't take it out on those poor people.

In one moment of unkindness, you will destroy all our work.

You will make them hate and fear the white man.

What difference does it make? These oranges are sour, anyway.

You see, Torres? You see what you are causing?

Go and watch from the front door and you will see more.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Now that they are lined up, hand out the tools.

The detail is about ready for work.

Good! I want a new road built, Garcia.

A new road, Capitan? Where?

Have them start clearing from right here through there,

to the other side of there.

From here through there to there?

But, Comandante, there is already a road that runs to the same place nicely.

There. And with all these heavy rocks...

That's the reason we need the mission Indians.

To move the rocks.

Please, Capitan, why do we need a new road?

Military expediency, that is why!

If you find the Indian that rang the mission bell to warn of our coming,

make him carry the heaviest boulders.

Get the men up the hill. Lancers, move them.

Andale! Andale!

(GROANING)

MAN: Make them work.

There will be more trouble than I am worth.

Padre Felipe.

Don Nacho, please get back inside.

Look at him, Diego.

Monastario will make up one impossible job after another.

The Padre cannot sacrifice all the good he's done for these Indians just for me.

Don Nacho, please stay where you are. At least wait before making a decision.

I will send Bernardo home alone. I'll stay here and do what I can.

Yes, it's bad. Something must be done.

Get back to the cave and bring me Tornado quickly.

Can you be back in two hours?

Andale!

Are you here again?

I'm helping Padre Felipe with the oranges.

You've taken his helpers away.

De la Vega, this road building I've put them to is nothing.

Tomorrow and the next day, there will be more impossible tasks.

It's not the Franciscan mule I'm breaking.

I want Torres to give himself up.

For the sake of the mission, eh?

For the sake of what he is causing. You see this?

I've given orders.

In a few minutes, my men will start using these.

If I have to, I will work those poor Indians till they drop.

Comandante, there is no need to resort to cruelty.

If you'd wait... Exactly!

Until you have talked to Senor Torres.

Tell him what I have told you.

Make him have sense. If you really want to help the mission,

this is how to do it.

Maybe I can convince Don Nacho of what he should do.

This is very wise of you.

If you do this, you can return to your books, huh?

But tell him about this. In just a few minutes. Remember.

Bernardo. Thank heaven you're back. Where's Tornado?

On the other side of the cemetery wall? We have much to do.

I must find a way to delay Monastario, and you must get among the rocks...

(WHISPERING)

All right, Sergeant, a little extra effort now.

But, Capitan, have you not seen?

We've already moved the rocks from that side to this side.

Exactly. That is why I want more effort to move them back again.

To move them back...

From this side to that, you idiot.

Hey! Do not spare the whip.

A little hard complaining always speeds up a surrender, eh?

(WHIP CRACKING)

(SCREAMING)

From this side to that side...

(WHIP CRACKING)

(YELLING)

(MEN YELLING IN PAIN)

GARCIA: On your feet. The Comandante says this road must be cut by tomorrow.

De la Vega!

Senor Torres, I did not come in here to harm you,

merely to hear your answer.

(ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS)

De la Vega.

Senor... Shh!

He's praying!

You haven't spoken to him yet?

Oh, yes.

Everything you told me.

And it looks as if you've won.

He will break his own sanctuary?

He says he needs the time to think it over.

He's asking forgiveness for all the trouble he's caused the Indians.

In that case, I do not mind waiting a little longer.

He always loved this piece.

That's why he asked me to play it for him.

Well, get on with it, then, huh?

(MUSIC STOPS)

Ah!

Good! There's more.

(PLAYING RESUMES)

More?

This organ has a beautiful tone, huh?

Yes.

And yet, it was two years coming here on the Lima treasure galleon.

Most interesting.

And now, Senor, I think he's had enough time.

Oh, listen to this movement.

(ORGAN MUSIC)

Stop making that noise and listen to the music.

Don't shoot!

(GUNSHOT)

How many of them got away?

Go after them quick, before the Comandante finds out.

Sergeant Garcia! Who fired that shot?

Garcia, where are you?

What happened, Diego? I don't know.

Don Nacho, stay inside. Padre, what is it?

A soldier fired at one of the Indians, but missed, thank heaven.

Sergeant Garcia begs to report.

I know. You were asleep and some of them got away.

Oh, no. I was just listening to the music.

Get the rest of them back to work, you idiot.

Use those whips!

Ahhh!

Ohhh!

Here, give me that!

Ha.

I'll show Torres something to watch. Ha!

Ohhh!

So, Senor Torres, I see you've finished praying.

Just watch over there, watch all of you,

and you will see the results of your prayers.

(YELPING)

MONASTARIO: Get a move on, you lazy Indian!

MAN: Ahhh!

MONASTARIO: Hurry up. What is holding the work up?

You there, stand up. Pronto.

GARCIA: Hurry up. Move all those rocks.

My land, my life, it is not worth all that.

Nacho... No, Padre.

Guard, call your Capitan.

Stop all that brutality. Take your hands off him!

No, Padre. This is my decision.

I should have given myself up earlier.

I think that was the answer to my prayers.

Bless you, Nacho. Sergeant Garcia.

Oh, so you caught him, eh?

He gave himself up, Sergeant.

(HOOFBEATS APPROACHING)

Zorro?

Run, run to the hills.

(MURMURING)

Get Zorro. Take him!

(WHINNYING)

♪ Zorro, Zorro, Zorro

♪ Zorro, Zorro ♪

Don Nacho, oremos.

Let us pray.

NARRATOR: Join us next week as Zorro continues his fight

to save the famous Mission San Gabriel.

Hear the spine-chilling story of the ghost of the mad monk.

Laugh at the Comandante's frantic efforts to capture the elusive spook.

Next week, when the Walt Disney Studio brings you

another dashing adventure of Zorro.

Ahhh!

Speak, miserable wretch. Where are the others hiding?

Ten lashes more.

Forgive me, Comandante,

this Indian will die before he betrays his own people.

You think so, eh?

All right, leave me alone with him.

Please, for your own sake, tell the Capitan what he wishes to know.

That donkey brain of a sergeant is right.

You will die before revealing any information, but I want no information.

Only your silence. You have a family.

You want to see them again?

I'll take you back to the mission.

I shall tell that stubborn Padre a few harmless tales.

If you deny them, if you so much as open your mouth in protest,

you will never see your family again, understand?

Sergeant Garcia, the prisoner has just made a full confession.

He has? Order the lancers out.

Ride to the mission immediately.

Have them prepared for combat.

Combat? For fighting, baboso.

We ride for King and country! Yes, Capitan!

Lancers, prepare to depart immediately.

(DISCORDANT STRUMMING)

No, you've got to try harder.

I never knew a Spaniard who couldn't learn to play guitar.

Now, watch. The fingers here, huh?

Now, you try. Sit down, it's easier. Here.

(UNMELODIC STRUMMING)

No, you mustn't give up.

If you're to cover for me when I'm riding as Zorro,

it must sound as if I'm here practicing. Go on, you'll get it.

I must ride to the mission to make sure Don Nacho got away safely.

Now, you just keep practicing, eh?

Diego, I'm so glad it's you. I was afraid Monastario had returned.

Are your Indians still in the hills?

They'll return when it's safe.

Has Don Nacho left?

Not yet. He'll stay till it's safe.

You may come out, Don Nacho. It is Diego de la Vega.

Diego, my friend. Good to see you.

You shouldn't wait too long to set out for Monterey.

(HOOFBEATS APPROACHING)

Quick! Get back into the church!

Sergeant Garcia, post sentries on every side.

Keep a sharp watch.

Tell the men to shoot first and then ask questions.

Si, Capitan. Ortega,

bring the prisoner and come with me!

GARCIA: Lancers, surround the church. See that no one escapes.

Will they take Don Nacho by force?

It appears that way.

Buenos dias, Padre, Senor de la Vega.

You've returned with a new trick to break the law of sanctuary?

Not at all.

I've returned to protect church property and your lives.

Against what?

An attack by the hostile Indians.

There are no hostile Indians here.

They are just like my children!

You think so? Ortega, the prisoner!

What have they done to you, Inocente?

Be careful, Padre. This is a dangerous savage.

He's confessed his people are planning

to burn the mission and kill you.

But that's impossible!

Tell them what you told me.

Tell them how your people have planned revenge for a long time,

they'll strike under cover of darkness.

That's not true. Speak up, Inocente.

Do not be afraid.

Did you admit your leaders are planning to kill all the whites in the missions?

You see? He dare not deny it.

I have no choice but to place this mission under martial law.

A shabby trick, Capitan Monastario.

On the contrary, I am merely performing my duty.

You are beloved by all the people.

I cannot risk leaving you unprotected

when there is danger of a massacre.

Ortega, take the prisoner away. And guard him well.

Padre, I declare this mission to be under my personal military command.

You will provide sustenance and shelter

for my lancers while they protect you.

Now, if you please, I shall select a private room for my headquarters.