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

Where 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 called Zorro.

Zorro! The one who's larger than life and defender of all is this man who the

people acclaim.

He's the one who strikes back for the poor and the oppressed, a hero.

You know what would happen to us if that got torn?

The garrison in San Bernardino.

Mendoza, if you think that is hanging there, you had better think again.

That is the ugliest thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

I am sorry, Señorita Escalante, but we do have our orders.

A portrait of the Alcalde must hang in all public places.

A little bit up on the right.

No, not too much, too much. A little on the left.

Perfect.

Let's go, men. We have a lot more of these to hang today.

Buenos dias, senor.

Tell me, Sergeant.

Is this the best inn in Los Angeles?

Oh, si, senor.

But also, it is the only inn.

Yes, I see.

Do you think anyone here could tell me the whereabouts of Zorro?

If you did know the whereabouts of Zorro, senor, what exactly would you do

about it? Why, I'd unmask him, sergeant.

You can't be serious.

Oh, but I am, sergeant.

I most certainly am.

Unmask Zorro?

Señor, no one has ever been able to unmask Zorro.

Not even I, the finest swordsman in Los Angeles.

It's the summer heat, señores. It numbs the brain.

Come along, men.

We can't stand around here and listen to all this foolishness.

Can I help you, señor?

Buenos dias, señorita.

My name is Sebastian Moreno.

The writer.

Perhaps you've heard of me.

No.

I was told you might have a room.

Si, senor.

Senor, do you really want to amass Zorro? I certainly intend to reveal his

identity. But why?

Why? Think of the story it would make, senorita. A story the whole world would

want to read, would pay to read.

Now, see here. Good heavens.

Welcome to California, senor.

Oh, don't go yet, amigo.

What kind of men are you? Taking advantage of women and unarmed

Never draw a sword.

How this tastes in art is truly deplorable.

Idiot PR.

Signora, today is a poor day for dying.

I leave you to the law.

Although if you knew our esteemed alcalde, you may wish you had met a

end.

Noro, you got here so quickly.

Concern for your safety gave me wings, Signorita.

I have a question.

What would you say if I told you the tavern had just been robbed?

Well, Senor Soro, I would say... Senor Soro!

Get him!

You must stay on top of things, Sergeant.

Follow me.

Will they catch him?

Catch him, senor.

He is Doro.

You were right, Felipe. Those two thieves won't be bothering anyone for a

Felipe, you didn't happen to touch this experiment.

Then my experiment needs a little work.

That's better.

Come and take a look.

This is a design for a time delay fuse.

For fires, lamps, explosives, whatever.

So far, I've only managed the delay up to a few minutes.

But I perfected it.

Speaking of time delay, I'm late for dinner. My father's expecting an

guest from Spain, no less.

Oh, there you are, Jacob. Our guest will be here any moment. I was just in the

kitchen. Pheasant?

Walnut mousse?

Who is this visitor that he warrants such a feast?

Sebastian Moreno.

Oh, the writer.

Do you know him? No, but when I heard he was in town, I invited him immediately.

Why would such a celebrity visit a remote spot like Los Angeles? Oh, no

to that.

Because of Zorro.

Zorro? Hmm.

The word of Zorro has even reached Spain.

Moreno is absolutely fascinated. Wants to find out all about him.

Indeed. Well, do you think that's wise considering... Oh, plenty of time to

discuss that later. How did the pheasant look?

Overcooked.

Maria!

Senor Moreno.

Yes?

Diego de la Vega at your service.

What is this?

All these old haciendas, they're full of hidden passages and sliding panelways.

This house used to belong to a very timid fellow who was afraid the Indians

would attack at any moment. But where does it lead?

That's a storage room. We keep it for furniture, that sort of thing.

Ah, Senor Moreno, I see you've met my son.

Yes, in a manner of speaking. No.

Have we met?

Before this, I mean.

Well, not to my knowledge. Are you sure?

Perhaps Madrid, the university.

Oh, no, I was at the Sorbonne.

Hmm.

I knew it was somewhere.

It will come to me.

So, you're in Los Angeles to find out about Zorro, huh? Yes, indeed.

I heard that a man from Spain was rescued by Zorro this very morning. That

me. What luck on my first day. This Zorro is a fascinating fellow. He's

the talk of Madrid.

Really? Well, it all sounds very interesting.

Diego, you should help Senor Moreno in his search for Zorro. You know, show him

around the town, that sort of thing. Yes.

Well, dinner is served.

Please.

Good morning, Diego.

It was so kind of your father to offer your services today. There is so much I

need to know about this Zorro.

Personally, I think Zorro is overrated.

The mask tends to lend a certain mystique.

Exactly. I wish to rip that mask away and stare at the face beneath.

Shall we start the mission?

If you insist.

I want to know everyone he talks to and everything they tell him.

Please, forgive me, my alcalde, but perhaps there would be someone more

qualified for a job like this. You see, I am a very slow writer, and my spelling

gets stuttered at once.

Si, mi alcalde.

You may speak freely, my alcalde. The alcalde came and arrested me. He said I

stole furs and sold them to the Yankee foreigners.

He lied, senor.

I know for a fact that he told the Furs himself, but Laurel came and rescued me.

He even carved his G in the rear of the Calde's pants and made him look like

such a buffoon.

How many Fs in buffoon?

There are two Fs in buffoon.

Two weeks.

Two weeks you have been trailing this Moreno, and this is all that you can

up with, the childish scribbling.

I cannot help it if I am a bad speller, alcalde.

Let me remind you, there are two Gs in flogging.

I want results.

Si, mi alcalde.

Don Alejandro, Diego.

How goes the search?

Not well, I'm afraid.

And your ship sails in a few days.

What a shame to leave your story unfinished.

My friend, do you think that I, Sebastian Moreno, would depart without

my goal?

You have a plan.

Naturally. It's brilliantly simple.

I shall tell everyone that I have what I came for. That I've discovered Zorro's

identity. That I'm sailing off to Spain to publish my story.

But you said... But only you two gentlemen know that I don't. Now, what

going to do?

Probably nothing.

Nonsense. His curiosity will not rest until he meets with me.

And then what?

I've interviewed everyone in the Pueblo at least twice.

And I'm sure if I see him one more time, I will know exactly who Zorro is.

I am this close, Diego.

Is that so?

But there's one thing you haven't considered, Sebastian.

The alcalde. What about him?

Do you think he'll let you leave without telling him the identity of his arch

enemy? He's right.

You're treading on very dangerous ground.

Oh, Diego, really?

What can the alcalde do to me?

Possible situation.

Moreno doesn't realize who he's dealing with.

Calde isn't some villain in one of his cheap melodramas.

Sebastian gets into trouble.

How can I help him without having my identity revealed?

Mr. Moreno thinks he can make a fortune, unmask Zorro, and simply leave without

telling me.

The ship in the harbor at San Pedro sails tonight, Mercado.

You don't say.

Senor Moreno, you are under arrest as an accomplice to the outlawed Zorro.

What do you mean, sir? I don't even know the man.

Oh, no?

This morning when you left, you told the whole village you know his identity.

That alone, senor, makes you suspect.

Very well, Alcalde.

I am a law -abiding citizen.

I have no fear in going with you.

What is it you are looking for, senor?

Zorro? There's no sign of him anywhere, sir.

That really is too bad.

I'd hoped that this would be the day I would be rid of him.

Rid of Zorro? But... What was that?

Alcalde!

While you stand there dawdling with a mediocre writer, a revolution has broken

out in the pueblo.

Revolution? Impossible.

Disbelieve it at your peril.

Even now, hundreds of men are pouring into Los Angeles, claiming it for the

United States.

Yankees? Here?

Sergeant, back to town.

Alcalde, what about Zorro?

He is mine.

pay for this.

Simply amazing. You know, you've much improved since our last encounter.

Do I detect the coaching of Pedro Diamante of Mexico City?

A perceptive of you.

He and I have been in correspondence for many months.

Excellent! All of Diamante's moves.

However, the art of swordplay cannot effectively be taught.

Through the mail.

Mail!

Senor Moreno.

A shame you didn't get to finish your talk with Senor Moreno.

I guess you'll just have to reveal my identity on your own.

Down this road a short way is the Mission San Fernando.

The fathers there will help you with your wound and get you to the port.

Gracias, Senor Zorro.

I'm in your debt.

And from what I can see, so are many others.

But you deliberately placed yourself in jeopardy, senor.

What if some other had needed my assistance while I was riding to the aid

senor Moreno?

Those bombs, you must return to the Pueblo. A simple time -delay device.

The Pueblo's safe for the moment.

There is no shortage of injustice in this world.

You have a great gift.

Instead of using that gift for your own selfish motives...

Why not learn to use your words the way I use my sword?

Si, senor.

I will.

Si, moreno.

I still haven't heard yet.

Who exactly am I?

A you, senor?

A Zorro?

That's all anyone needs to know.