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When daggers are at innocent hearts, and markets are ready for fire.

When tyrants ride high, and burn with fear, and the forces of evil conspire.

Then from out of the night, a hero must rise. With that evil, a map won't

disguise. They turn to the men.

Thank you.

Oh, well, thank you.

There is, however, a slight travel tax for all tourists.

Oh, never heard such a thing.

Well, apparently you've never been to our pueblo. All tourists must pay this

travel tax.

Over my dead body.

Believe me, señor.

This tax is nothing compared to the death tax.

What are you doing here?

Defending myself.

There must be some mistake. This is Sir Edmund Kendall, my professor from the

university.

Even a man must pay the traveller's tax, Don Diego.

Preposterous. I'm a British. And my men are highly trained lances.

Well, then, we should help.

Have you forgotten everything?

You were the best I ever had.

And when my job is done, I shall send you a little man of whom a father can be

proud. A man who can fight!

You've been holding back on me, haven't you?

If we surrender, I'd be happy to travel as tax.

You can't be serious.

Excellent thought, Diego.

There is no sense in anyone getting hurt.

I will to arrest this man.

A

brigade

sergeant tried to extort money from me. What?

Oh, the traveler's tax. I simply paid it.

Most unnecessary.

You and I could easily have outforged our weapon.

You, yes, but Diego... Do we have anything for Sir Edmund to drink? He

parched after his journey.

How rude of me.

I'll get us some juice.

May we keep tales of my fencing lesson between us?

But, Diego, you should be proud of your skill to the sword.

If word were to get out that I've done to you, can you imagine how many young

hotheads would try to challenge me?

You'd handle them with ease. But then when would I find time for my scientific

study? Well, to help run this... Here we are, gentlemen.

Edmund.

Diego.

Now then, sir.

You must tell me about life at the university.

And about your chess.

Gentlemen, to reacquaintance.

An Englishman? Oh, si, mi alcalde. A British knight.

Sir Edmund can fight a swordsman, too.

The only reason a man like that would be here... Why?

Studying our military defenses.

Oh, no, the alcalde could not possibly be a spy.

He is a personal friend of Don Diego's.

Finally!

Mila Vega showed their traitorous colors.

Now, off you are.

Bring this candle in for questioning.

I don't think Don Ali had that.

No, probably not.

time for you to the taffy.

Well, thank you, mi alcalde. I could sure use the relaxation.

Do not relax.

I want you to find out everything you can about this Englishman.

Si, mi alcalde.

Alejandro? Oh, Mendoza, if your English friend plays chess as well as he handles

the sword, you are to have your hands full.

I'm afraid you're right, Sergeant Mendoza. You know that Edmund Kendall.

He's a master of the chessboard in the Ruy Lopez as well as played.

How long have you known him?

Oh, then I go back, what, 30 years, ever since, ever since

Sergeant Mendoza.

No, no, don't tell me.

You, sir, have lost weight.

Ah, you noticed.

A soldier has to stay five years old.

The old vinegar and water, huh?

Vinegar and water?

Yeah, one cup a day slims you down right away.

Really? Yes, Sergeant.

What did

you

find out?

Vinegar and water.

Takes the weight right off.

Swordplay.

And laugh.

Our information is right. He's with the de la Vegas.

But they've all loyal to the crown of Spain.

I'm sure Kendall has kept his paper sympathies well.

Very nice.

You did remember that lesson. Whatever truly threatened, you happen at your

disposal. I want a rematch. It'll be my pleasure. We'll be in Los Angeles long

enough. Well, California is such a lovely place. I just might stay forever.

What about your work at the university?

That's not really any problem. Look out!

Captain, go.

Figure over.

For what reason? That's with me!

I think that's enough, senor.

Diego,

kill him! Kill him!

You let him get away.

Well, I had no reason to kill the man.

Don't kill him.

What

happened

here? I thought I heard some shots.

Believe me.

It's all right. He's in town.

This man and another are to push us.

Why would they do that?

Why would...

Politically, I'm afraid I've been a bit naive.

Edmund, you have Mr. King, have you?

No, I was instructing a group of university students in Sabre when they

arrested for revolutionary activities.

And you didn't know they were traitors?

Revolutionaries frequently look the same, Alejandro.

I fled before they could arrest me.

But without benefit of trial, a price was put on my head.

I never thought bounty hunters would follow me this far.

Means you won't even be this far from Spain, my friend.

Who are you?

That is the seal of King Ferdinand of Spain.

Royal death warrant.

How unusual.

Edmund Kendall is no ordinary. He's a dangerous revolutionary I have tracked

months. I understand he's an alien.

But this is hardly a territorial matter. I don't know how I can help you. If you

were to make public the king's 5 ,000 peso bounty for Kendall, my work would

easier.

5 ,000 pesos?

For just one life?

Fortunately, the De La Vegas are among my closest friends. They will turn

Kendall over to me. Do that?

As we are fond of saying here in Los Angeles.

Mendoza, I've been thinking.

In the interest of improving formations... I think it's about time we

English friends some hospitality.

Why don't we throw a party?

Wonderful, mi alcalde.

I love a party.

Written invitation or not, I trust the alcalde. You've got to relax, Diego,

please. I think the alcalde is just meeting a member of British church.

Knighthood does have its perquisites.

Diego, don't worry.

I should be quite safe in the cavern surrounded by your friends. Right,

actually, if we don't go, that'll make the other things.

What was that?

Diego, it's a trap!

It's a trap!

In my jurisdiction, so the bounty is mine.

Lancers! Not so fast, Alcalde.

Sir Edmund Canterbury, right of the church.

Nonsense. The man is a wanted criminal.

For Alcalde to go inside the church, that would be an illegal arrest.

And no bounty would be paid. It was an excellent shot, Diego.

Not nearly good enough. Hold on. Put him under house arrest.

For Alcalde, he is harboring a known criminal.

Havern until I have Kendall. That's an order.

Arcaldi, the man has been shot. He needs a doctor.

Hernandez, as soon as Kendall surrenders. Until then, arrest this man!

No!

I want this church sealed off.

Nobody gets out.

I never liked game, Diego.

Now, now is the time to fight.

Help a man in need. No one goes inside that church. Who's going to stop him?

Stop him. Stop

him.

It's too late.

There's nothing I can do now.

Diego? I thought no one else could show those combinations

I just saw.

I taught you well.

Well.

I'm glad you put my sword to good use.

Yes.

I found my calling.

Have unique gifts, Diego.

Never hesitate to use them in the cause of justice.

I owe so much to you.

None.

Now, go out there.

Don Diego.

Where is the Englishman?

Sir Edmund is with God.

Get the body. The bounty is mine.

Mine? Any reward belongs to the man who shot Sir Kendall.

The reward will be a gift to the people.

Without Toronado's help, we never could have made the Alcalde believe that Zorro

and I were in two places at once.

Diego?

Diego? Oh.

I just came down from the church.

Father Benitez found a will among Edmund's belongings, leaving this to

Edmund said you should use it in your struggle.

What on earth could he have meant?