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When daggers are pointed at innocent hearts and muskets are ready to fire.

When tyrants ride high and govern with fear as the forces of evil

conspire. Then from out of the night a hero must rise with courage that

even a mask won't disguise. They turn to the man.

Oh, beautiful.

Haven't seen food this good since I left home.

I hope it's as good as it looks.

May I?

Please, please.

We've traveled far from home, haven't you?

Charleston.

It's a good 3 ,000 miles as the crow flies.

Jack Holton.

Victoria Escalante. Mucho gusto.

Something I can help you with?

This looks very tasty, senor.

This is a paying customer. Do you mind?

I really do wish you'd order your own food.

Excellent idea, gentlemen.

It's all right.

Thanks, but I'm all right.

Perhaps I better be going.

I'm sorry about that.

That's all right.

Look out!

Sergeant,

what is the law regarding assault upon a man in uniform?

It is against the law.

Precisely. Take this man away.

Now, see here. Your men were the ones at fault.

And another word from you, we'll find you in a cell right next to his.

A broken jaw.

Si, mi alcalde.

And a broken nose?

Si, but Corporal Regis' nose was not the prettiest thing to begin with.

This man is going to pay for making us look bad.

If I don't do something quickly, this may jeopardize my transfer.

You're planning to leave us?

I'm being considered for promotion to the garrison at Monterey.

Really?

Really?

Yes, the governor's magistrate is arriving tomorrow to discuss it with me.

You'll muddle along somehow without me.

We'd like a word with you. Not now, not now.

It's about the man you're holding prisoner.

You know, you De La Vegas have a bad habit of always sticking your nose in

it doesn't belong.

The arrest of an innocent man is everyone's concern.

My men were assaulted and they have the injuries to prove it.

You should eat GoPro Regis' nose.

The prisoner will remain in my jail until reparations can properly be made.

Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I have preparations to make for the

arrival of the governor's magistrate.

Alcaldes, suppose... Suppose there were a way for you to collect your reward and

to prove to the magistrate what a firm hand you hold of the pueblo.

Diego, what are you saying?

It's the first intelligent thing I've heard you say.

This man that you're holding prisoner is a truly talented boxer.

Perhaps you should put your best man up against him in a true contest of skill.

What would be the point?

Perhaps a small wager.

And the chance to prove to the magistrate how well you've trained your

The prisoner might escape.

I'll personally post his bottom. Here, 500 pesos.

But if our man wins, he goes free.

Can that man truly fight?

Believe me, son, he can fight.

You really don't expect a runaway slave to vanquish a royal lancer, do you?

A fight for his own freedom brings out the best in a man.

Now, if you don't mind, kindly release the poor man.

But if the prisoner beat up two of our best men, how do you expect to win this

bet?

Whatever happened to that man? What was his name?

Damascus?

You mean the private we mustered out last month for single -handedly whipping

three men in a tavern, bro?

Yes, the big one.

Find him and put him in a uniform again.

He's crazy.

He has an uncontrollable temper.

Why should I trust either of you?

We're on your side.

As far as I know, you're in league with that insane commandant.

You're cowardly.

Hardly.

You probably haven't heard about the De La Vegas, huh?

No, I can't say that I have.

You probably never heard of Crispus Atticus.

The only free black man to die in the Boston Massacre of 1770, I believe.

many people would know that around here.

True.

But some of us are keenly aware of your people's struggle for freedom.

Diego.

My father, Don Alejandro.

The way you handled yourself in the tavern, you'll have no trouble with any

the Alcalde's men.

And what if I refuse to fight?

The Alcalde thinks you might be a runaway slave.

He's wrong.

I'm a free man.

I've got papers to prove it.

They're gone.

The soldiers must have taken them.

I'm not surprised.

Alcalde probably plans to sell you to one of the American plantations.

But those papers are mine.

So is your freedom.

Allow me to introduce you to your opponent.

Sergeant.

I've given your measurements to the Undertaker.

He says you'll have your coffin ready for tomorrow's fight.

Yes, I suppose we could help Senor Holt and flee the territory.

But that would make him a fugitive and not a free man.

No, the time has come for Zorro to even the odds on tomorrow's fight.

Better, Private Damasco, better.

But perhaps a little food will put some snap into those punches.

I'll check in the kitchen, see what they have.

Perhaps a bit of Toledo steel will be a match for that piece of iron.

You are a strong fellow, aren't you?

You realize, of course, that stronger is not necessarily better.

But sometimes stronger...

Thank you.

Delicious.

I am most anxious to meet this champion of yours.

I assure you the man is unbeatable.

Sergeant!

What is this?

The private tried to apprehend Zorro.

Mendoza.

So much for tomorrow's fight and your leadership abilities.

Nonsense. Any of my men can defeat a runaway slave. I just have to find the

right one.

A good leader has confidence in any of his men.

This sergeant here, he looks strong enough.

He will fight your prisoner Of course Of

course he will

Very impressive.

Felipe has just returned with news from the Pueblo that your opponent has been

injured. Then there will be no fight.

No.

Yacali seems determined to prove his leadership abilities to the magistrate.

He'll be fighting Sergeant Mendoza.

It's fine.

I hate to see Mendoza get hurt just because he's following orders.

But winning this fight is my only chance for freedom.

Perhaps.

Where the Alcalde is concerned, there are rarely guarantees.

Senor, in this world, a man of color knows there are never guarantees.

It's called ether, recently discovered by an English physician.

It's used to deaden pain by inducing deep sleep.

You don't believe in such nonsense?

Then perhaps seeing is believing.

Sit right there.

Mel.

It's all right. Just relax.

Just breathe deeply and relax.

What happened?

Well, quite simply, you've seen firsthand the effects of ether.

Now, at tomorrow's fight, your job will be to get close to Mendoza's boxing

gloves with this.

Please, not too much bloodshed.

Now, let's see some blood.

Do we have to, Alcalde?

If we see blood, that means somebody's bleeding.

Get a hold of yourself.

The magistrate will want to see the results of our training.

Now, don't let me down.

Senor Santiago, how good of you to come by.

I trust your man will uphold the reputation of the colonial army.

Gracias, amigo.

Good people of Los Angeles.

We are honored today by the presence of the Governor's Magistrate, Senor Manuel

de Santiago.

Senor de la Vega.

Let's have a clean fight. No biting, no kicking.

Remember, the first knockdown wins.

All right?

Good. Good luck to you both, and at the bell, come out fighting.

Out there.

If I don't get this transfer, you'll wish I had.

Shoot your guard up!

Shoot your guard up!

He forgot the wrong man.

Joseph, get up!

What happened?

Put the knockdown in.

If that's the way you train your men, the only new assignment you'll get is to

the garrison at Death Valley.

Mendoza!

Put this man back in his jail cell. We had a bargain. That's right.

Precisely. Had.

All bets are off.

So much for guarantees.

Who or what are you?

A friend.

And a believer in freedom.

For all good men.

Thank you.

For where I come from, a man is innocent until proven guilty.

I'm going to fight the Alcalde in court.

A noble thought, amigo.

But here is not where you come from. Here, the Alcalde is the court.

But I am a free man.

Each of us is free only so long as all of us fight for liberty.

Please excuse us, Alcarde, but this seems to be the only way out.

How unfortunate for you.

There's rather a steep toll for using my private doorway, your life.

Alcarde, you have only one musket ball.

If you shoot one of us, the other will surely kill you on the spot.

A runaway slave.

Attack a Spaniard of noble birth? He wouldn't dare.

Try me.

Amazing. Do you really consider yourself my equal?

Apparently not all men are created equal, Alcaldi.

Some are better than you'll ever be.

These wouldn't happen to be yours, would they?

Yes.

Not the desk again!

He's so depressed.

He's been in here all day.

That's why I let him hang that silly bag in my tavern.

A new avocation, Sergeant.

The alcalde thinks I'm a coward.

I'll show him who can fight.

I think a couple of your best tamales will help put some strength behind the

sergeant's punches.

That's a good idea.

Tell me, Don Diego, do you really think Señor Horton is a better fighter than

me?

No, I don't really think so.

What did he knock me out?

Trust me, Sergeant, that was nothing but a lucky punch. He calls that his, um,

sleeper.