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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.

is that even a mask won't disguise they turn to the man

of our precious loved ones who have crossed the great divide.

We beseech thee to bring us the spirit of this man's father.

Arturo, my son.

Father, is it really you?

You call me from eternal rest for good reason, my son.

You have concerns about the rancho. Yes, yes.

Go on, Father.

I hear nothing but stories about this extraordinary woman, this Mayatana.

Well, it can't be true that she brings back spirits of the dead, huh?

Well, rather than spend the hundred pesos it would cost to find out, I'll

for the two pesos she paid for her room in advance.

Arturo. Well, was it worth it? Did you speak to your father?

It was nothing short of miraculous, Don Alejandro.

You're sure it was your father?

Without my telling him, he knew what was in my heart. The problems on the

rancho, names, places, dates that only I know.

You.

Me?

Don Alejandro de la Vega.

I have a message for you.

From your beloved Felicidad.

Well, I'm not even sure I believe it myself.

She called me out of the crowd.

She even knew your mother's name.

So did everyone else in the Pueblo.

But I heard from others beside Arturo.

Fernando Alvarez talked to his mother, and she's been dead 18 years.

Enrique, to his infant son, who told him when the books would arrive, he ordered

from San Carlos.

I find it hard to believe that a two -year -old would know the timetables of

Republic's postal system.

Maybe it's true that all things are revealed to the dead.

But it isn't true that Mother would need this Mayatana woman to do her talking

for her.

She was never at a loss for words, remember?

I think that what Mother would tell us is that you've mourned enough,

that it's time for us to go on with our lives.

You may be right, Diego, but I wish she had the chance to tell me herself.

Victoria, why such a long face?

The place is positively bursting at the seams with rich caballeros.

But they don't eat, they don't drink.

They just sit there, waiting for an audience with that woman.

It's strange that only the rich can speak to the dead, isn't it?

Why do you suppose the good sergeant is walking like that?

Maybe because he said adios to all his life savings.

Sergeant.

Ah, my dear Don Diego.

We must compare family trees sometimes.

I have just learned that I come from a line of rich landowners in Guerrero

province.

Well, congratulations, but I understood that you were an orphan.

I talked to the father I never knew.

A fine, wonderful man.

A true champion of liberty who fought alongside Father Morales in the Battle

Acapulco.

I am the son of a hero.

Attention.

Your attention, please.

A special gift from the Lady Mayatana to you, the good people of the Pearl of

Los Angeles.

Stones of Incanon value and Incanon power, which for a ridiculously small

will bring you... So, the miraculous Mayatana takes her hundred paces from

rich, and this person...

All I know is that he has a nasty temper and that he travels with her.

Further empties their pockets by selling the magic stones.

Signor, tell me, what stone is this?

Turquoise. The Arabs call it pharis, the lackey stone.

Ah, you're mistaken. This is not turquoise.

This is a copper pyrite.

that has turned green to look like turquoise.

You are too sensible a man to call someone you'd never met liar, senor.

I'm only known for the truth, not for being sensible.

Senor,

you should eat.

The turquoise also warns its owner against approaching death.

Oh, thank you.

And you?

Don Otero.

Try to have an open mind about Senor Ricardo.

Oh, my mind is always open.

I'm even willing to learn the truth.

You heard that I talked to my father?

Really?

What things did you discuss?

Among others, the baptism of my niece.

He even knew her name, Katrina, and that of the new priest who baptized her.

Truly incredible.

Dan, have a drink.

No, thank you. I prefer to keep a clear head.

Someone is giving your dead father very pertinent information, senor.

There you are, Alcaldes.

Your 20 % share.

This will be our last transaction.

What are you talking about?

The risk is too great. It's only a matter of time before someone finds out

I've been giving you official Pueblo records.

No offense, Alcande.

I have a thick sense about such things.

It has never failed me.

There are still fat cows to milk.

The rancher Don Emiliano Lopez.

Don Alejandro de la Vega.

The de la Vegas cannot be duped by cheap tricks.

Cheap tricks?

We've enriched you with our skills.

And unless you'd like all of Los Angeles to know how you do with them, you'll

quietly continue helping us with our cheap checks.

The files.

Now.

for me.

You heard me.

This?

Something like this gives Maetana her curiously masculine vocal cords.

Ricardo is next door.

He places the small end into a hole between the rooms.

So now we have two sharks trying to trick my father.

And he won't listen to common sense.

Diego!

There you are.

Didn't you hear me calling? I was just reflecting on this passage by Cervantes.

Perhaps I'm guilty of having a closed mind.

So you've come around.

Let's just say I'm willing to be convinced.

Did you make your appointment for a reading with my time?

I'm meeting you this evening.

Good.

I must say, your change of heart is remarkable.

My heart is one thing.

My mind is another.

I know how badly you'd like to talk to my dear mother.

If there's the slightest possibility.

And if there's no true possibility.

What do you mean?

What if there's only hope, wishes, blind faith?

And many of our friends are being swindled.

Exactly.

I think it's time that you put this Maetana to the true test.

How? Well, as I recall...

Mother was a true student of art.

I have an idea.

She was an extraordinary woman, I can assure you. That's obvious.

Direct bloodlines to the Spanish nobility.

Educated.

Oh.

A devoted patron of the arts.

No problem.

And my love for you has only grown since my passing.

You are still in my heart, Alejandro.

I'm truly touched, Felicidad.

You know how much I miss you as well.

Of course, my darling.

But now I must go.

No, no, wait. One more question.

I, um... I was wondering about something you once said.

You spoke of the influence Goya had on the paintings of Michelangelo.

I remember, Alejandro.

I said that Goya's influence was threefold.

Color, style, and content combined in the

unmistakable ambience we know as Michelangelo's.

The works in Escorial are cased in point.

You, um... You're certain this was my felicidad?

Without a doubt, senor.

Then without a doubt, madam, you are a fraud.

Everyone knows that Goya came after Michelangelo.

And no work of Goya's hangs or ever has hung in the Escorial.

Enough of your lies, Ricardo.

You can come out now from wherever you are and give these good people back

money.

It's a fraud.

It's all a fraud.

Shut up, you old fool.

Step in between two charging bulls? You're the law. Stop him.

Senors!

Why not settle this as gentlemen?

In a duel, I would be powerless to intervene.

My son is no swordsman.

You have grossly insulted the lady and myself, senor.

You've assaulted my father.

Diego, forget it.

The plaza.

One hour.

I tell you, Diego is not a swordsman.

How well I know.

But this, uh, is an affair of honor.

Our little fight with Ricardo was a nice diversion.

You did manage to get into his room.

And the money?

Well done.

You managed to bring everything into town.

With all due respects, Alcalde, you were not meant for leadership as I was.

Under my direction, Zorro would not be at large today.

Zorro! I'm not here to fight with you, Mendoza. I'm here to do you a favor.

You know what this is?

That's the Alcalde's money.

Exactly. It's his 20 % share of what the mysterious Maetana has swindled from

our good townspeople.

Obviously, I would steal it.

But for the valiant struggle you're putting on... Valiant struggle I'm

putting... On guard!

Of course, I'm sure the Alcarde would appreciate this box returned to him in

plaza.

Signorita, please return this money.

The families that were cheated by this man.

First you steal my money, and you further insult me by calling me a cheat.

Intentional insults, I can assure you.

He who calls the bull, senor, must endure the wound.

And as for you, deny that you finished the Pueblo records.

Ridiculous. Of course I deny it.

The alcalde, I saved your money.

What money?

The 20 % share they gave you.

I caught Zorro trying to steal it. We had a truly formidable panel.

Sergeant, you're suffering from delusion.

Put that with the other money and arrest those two for conspiracy to commit

fraud.

Why, you ratted arrest.

Where is he?

Where is Zorro?

Once again, I have you to thank for my life, senorita.

Don Diego has more to be grateful for.

He would have been no match for Ricardo.

I take it you have no regard for Don Diego.

not unattractive, but... But what, Senorita?

There is another.

Your coat is, ma 'am. It must be off.

Adios.

There's no one in the plaza.

Where's Ricardo?

In jail.

Along with his accomplice, Senorita Mayatana.

The alcalde and I uncovered the fraud you suspected.

What? I was looking forward to a good fight.

Diego.

Believe me, Don Diego, you're better off.

What did detain you anyway?

He insisted on a complete change of clothes before coming.

Well, for once, your tardiness worked to your advantage.

But how is it that Zorro just happened to take your place?

No.

No, impossible.

For a moment, I thought he could be Zorro.

And what makes you so sure that I'm not?

Zorro has something that you do not have.

Oh.

Well, I think I could... I'd hold my own against him any time.

All right, son. Let's go home.

I was fool enough for both of us.

Oh, I think, like any good man, you were in love with a memory.

You still have that?