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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.

The courage that even a mask won't disguise.

They turn to the man called Doro.

Doro! The one who's larger than life and defender of all. He's this man who the

people acclaim.

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

A hero!

Give it, Felipe.

The same tar we use for everything from roofing to caulking fishing boats.

Mother Nature used to preserve these bones over 10 ,000 years ago.

I wonder what ancient creature they belong to.

What kind of Mother Nature to give us such a challenging problem?

Such a puzzle.

You'll never guess who the new owner of the Portillo Hacienda is.

They actually found the rightful owner.

Mendoza!

Mendoza?

Oh, wait a minute. I thought... I thought he was an orphan.

Well, it seems the last owner turned out to be his second cousin.

Mendoza's his only living relative, so... So Mendoza is to be a man of

A man of leisure.

I wonder how that will suit our favorite sergeant.

And this is the drawing room, Senor Mendoza.

You know, I can't believe all of this is really mine, Torres.

As a servant here for many years, I was distressed to see how my master let his

hacienda fall into a state of disrepair.

But you see, he was obsessed by the legend.

What legend?

I think it actually brought about my master's fatal illness.

The tale of the ghost.

A ghost?

You see, Don Portillo, the man who originally built this hacienda, was

over an ill -fated romance.

He hung himself from that chandelier.

It is said his ghost still wanders the hacienda.

You mean my hacienda is haunted by a ghost?

Who knows?

would not believe what the house man Torres told me next.

More refreshments for my friend, Senorita Calante?

Yes, Sergeant.

I mean, Senor Mendoza.

Torres said that after Portillo's horrible death, his ghost

haunts my hacienda.

Of course, I was not a...

Scared for a minute.

Should I bid on a million?

I lived in the neighboring Hathiander all my life, and I can assure you I

haven't seen a single ghost.

But if you should tire of yours, send it next door. I could do with a diversion.

I have planned a little diversion of my own.

I would like you both to come to my home tomorrow night for a banquet to

celebrate my good fortune.

I'd be delighted.

And so would I. The alcalde himself has said he would come.

Can you imagine?

The man who once commanded me now accepts me as his peer.

Oh, you've always been the alcalde's peer, Mendoza.

I was hoping you'd set your sights a bit higher.

Señorita, will you join us for my dinner tomorrow night?

It will be a princely feast.

I plan to even...

Roast the pig.

Of course.

Just as long as no one at the feast acts like one.

Who are you?

What? What do you want?

Leave this place.

Leave this place.

Or die.

It all looks so well.

Didn't the mattress at the hacienda agree with you?

I couldn't sleep last night.

The mattress had nothing to do with it.

I saw the ghost of Don Portillo.

He spoke to me.

He said, leave this hacienda or die.

Did he not?

Yes.

And I'm hosting a dinner party tonight.

If I cancel it, the alcalde will be insulted.

What can I do under the circumstances?

Have your dinner party.

All you risk tonight is a case of indigestion.

I'm only sorry that I won't be able to attend.

So you are afraid of ghosts?

No, not at all.

My father's rheumatism is acting up again and I must stay with him.

You'll have plenty of company with the alcalde, Don Emilio and Senorita

Escalante.

You have nothing to fear from any ghosts tonight.

Taurus, Mendoza's houseman, told him that Don Portilla hung himself from a

chandelier.

The chronicles of the Pueblo say he died peacefully in his bed.

Why would Taurus want to terrify Mendoza with such gruesome tales?

You know, I have yet to find a ghost that could stand up to the heat of

scrutiny.

But Mendoza did see something.

Perhaps it's time for Zorro to meet this ghost face to face.

Thank you.

You wish anything more, senor?

That will be all for now, Torres.

Thank you.

Try one of these little chickens, senor alcalde. They're small but very tasty.

Those little chickens happen to be quail.

I thought they were awfully small to be chickens.

In any case, Senor Mendoza, the meal looks delicious.

I suppose I will have to get used to a lot of things in my new position.

Mendoza, now that you are one of the landowners, I hope you will join those

us who oppose the crimes of Zorro.

Yes, of course, Senor Alcalde.

Good.

Then Zorro will have one more caballero to contend with, huh?

I'm sure that Zorro is quaking in his boots at the thought.

or die.

If anyone must leave, my ghostly friend, it will be you.

Solo is no ghost.

If I have my way, he soon will be.

Let's see if you have a taste for this.

Treat with all this appetite.

You'll be able to work up an appetite.

And now for dessert.

My compliments to your chef, Mendoza.

And to you, Senorita.

Thank you for a most memorable evening.

still don't fit together.

If it hadn't been for the Alcalde's interference, I would have been able to

out what that ghost is really made of.

I suspect the answer is at the Hacienda.

Morning. How was your dinner party last night?

Lively, I hope.

Lively enough to convince me to move out of here today.

I don't understand.

Where will you go?

Back to the barracks. In my old job, I only had to worry about thieves and

cutthroats. Much safer than dealing with ghosts.

are beginning to fit together.

At the hacienda when Mendoza's servant Taurus walked past, I noticed a clue on

his boot heel. A black, sticky substance.

Now, if it's what I think it is, the mystery of this ghost will soon be

Diego?

Diego?

It's his father.

You look as though you've seen a ghost.

I could have sworn there was somebody... Anyway,

Mendoza has decided to sell his hacienda.

That doesn't surprise me.

But the other Caballeros and I were hoping to buy it to use as an orphanage,

which our pueblo desperately needs.

What a wonderful idea.

Unfortunately, Mendoza has already agreed to sell it to his neighbor,

I suppose the orphanage just wasn't fated to be.

Diego, when will you learn that fate is in the hands of those who make things

happen?

My

father

is right, Felipe.

It's time to make things happen.

Taurus, you have toyed with dark forces.

Who's there?

The true spirit of Don Portillo.

No. No, it can't be.

You dare to impersonate me? You dare to spawn the dead?

Prepare to pay the price.

No, please, look.

I will do whatever you ask.

Just spare me.

Then tell the truth.

I masqueraded as Don Portillo, so to scare Mendoza, so my true master, Don

Emilio, could buy the property.

Will you spare me now?

The spirit of Don Portillo forgives you, but I do not.

You are no ghost. You, my friend, have not a ghost to the chance of escaping.

This is why you and Don Emilio want Mendoza's property, isn't it?

Tar, the most precious commodity.

Always imported at great expense.

Until Don Emilio and I discovered this.

The man of science would no doubt find this place greatly interesting.

There's no doubt to discover many ancient bones here.

And someday, your own, too.

I trust the smell of tar does not disturb you, Taurus.

It smells no worse than those who steal what does not belong to them.

You are too late, Zorro.

Mendoza is signing over the deeds tonight.

His property will belong to Don Emilio in a matter of minutes.

Don't bet on it, Taurus.

No phantom of darkness ever rode as fast as you and I will ride tonight.

The price you're offering, Don Emilio, is hardly a fair one.

Would you rather live in a hacienda where every night you fear for your

On the other hand, it is an excellent price to pay to rid oneself of a ghost.

Here is your ghost, Mendoza.

You were about to tell your hacienda to the man who put him out.

Don't listen to his lies, Mendoza.

Liar!

This blade was designed to puncture lies and liars.

So is this one!

Don't worry, Zorro. Have no fear. With me at your side, how can they defeat us?

I should have killed you that first night at the Hacienda.

Uh -oh.

That will teach you to ever cross swords with me again.

Well put, noble comrade in arms.

It would be good to get back to the barracks again, back home.

The life of a country man would never for me.

Really?

You see, because I was an orphan, the militia has always been a mother and a

father to me.

In the garrison, I know what is expected of me each day from morning till

sunset. And I never really did like quail much anyway.

How are you, Don Alejandro?

It seems your rheumatism is much improved.

Rheumatism? What rheumatism?

Most generous of you, Mendoza, to donate the hacienda and all this land as an

orphanage. Well, if I can make these orphans' lives a little happier than my

childhood, it will be worth it.

Besides, what do I need an hacienda for?

I needed it like a fish needs an umbrella.

I already have good friends, a home.

Why do I have to be rich?

Oh, perhaps you were rich already and didn't know it.

You know what a wealthy man is?

A wealthy man is a man who is happy with what he has.