All language subtitles for Zorro s03e09 Wicked, Wicked Zorro

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

confider 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! Oh, he'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.

Who's in there?

Go deeper in yourself.

Let yourself go deeper, deeper.

Let me have control.

You're no longer Pedro Gonzalez.

You're now a chicken.

I believe it was Dr.

Franz Mesmer. He developed the
technique.

Yes, until Benjamin Franklin declared
him a charlatan. Oh.

Bravo!

Thank you. Thank you.

You've just noticed the power of the
mind.

You can accomplish miracles with my
help.

For only five pesos, any of you, I can
relieve your pain, your every ache.

The only thing you're going to be
relieving us of is our money.

Obviously, you're a skeptic, senor.

Such people often make the best
subjects.

Look into my timepiece.

Focus on it.

Concentrate. Let yourself go.

Deeper. Let me have control.

Release yourself.

Let go.

Feel it.

Feel it.

What do you feel, Mendoza?

I feel hunger.

It's time for lunch.

The people of Los Angeles will not be
giving you any of their money, senor.

Welcome, doctor.

You were looking at my timepiece,
weren't you?

Yes.

Take this rock and throw it through that
window.

What was that?

Very good.

The sergeant was right.

The people of Los Angeles won't be
giving me any of their money.

I'm going to take it.

And you're going to help me, aren't you?

Yes.

Good.

And you will do exactly as I tell you.

Is that perfectly clear?

Yes.

Good.

Now, when you hear the words, let's say
it should be something classical,

something literate, something these
fools will never know.

Yes. When you hear the words et tu,
Poutet, you will return to yourself. Do

understand? Yes, I understand.

Good.

You must be rewarded for tolerating
these.

ignorant territorial settlers, these
unsophisticated rubes, just to earn a

living.

Speaking of which, this Puebloza Calde
must have his safe where he keeps the

garrison's payroll.

Bring me that money.

And then break into the bank and bring
me all the cash you find.

Where else is there money?

The tavern. There's money there.

Yes. Bring me the tavern's money as
well.

Now.

You must be clever and cunning like a
fox.

Let's get to it.

The sooner I'm out of this little dusty
town, the happier I'll be.

We'll meet at the crossroads.

Get on with it.

Lorenzo Lozano, you're under arrest.

For medical quackery and charlatanism. I
beg your pardon. I'm a doctor of

sciences, general and specific. A man of
letters.

I see.

I've traveled the world.

Take him away.

No.

Private. Impound this embarrassment.

See you.

Ah, Diego. Glad you're home.

Taylor just made this for me. What do
you think?

Not bad, huh?

Here you go.

Okay, you're relieved I

told

you man you have to be alert He's
dangerous.

What?

Come on, man.

Oh,

what are you doing here?

People of Los Angeles, here is the
evidence.

The myth of Zorro is simply that, a
myth.

The reality is, he's a common thief. Why
would Zorro steal our tax money?

Why would he kick me in the face?

Zorro wouldn't do that. He's a good man.

It's Zorro. He's robbing the bank.

A good man, is he?

Yes, it's got to be an imposter.

What imposter could do this?

Blackers, seal off the block.

Fire!

That Zorro could be a thief? There has
to be some explanation.

Yes, Mendoza, but what?

Bye.

Hasta luego.

Hasta luego.

I

knew

you would come.

You should know that someone has been
impersonating you.

Cash drawer, senorita.

Zorro.

What are you doing?

Lovely as you are, you ask too many
questions.

The money, now!

Sergeant.

Sergeant.

Look into the mirror.

Steady it.

time for this.

The accountant's office, the bank, and
now the tavern have all been robbed by

Zorro.

Zorro?

Correct. So just leave me alone.

Besides, I don't believe in this
mesmerizing thing.

I'm too smart for that.

Have you completely lost your mind?

Untie me!

Diego?

Diego?

Yeah, I probably stayed at the tavern
last night.

Just as well he was in a rotten mood
anyway.

Be reasonable, Felipe.

It's been a long night. We're both
tired.

What will it take to convince you that
I'm not under any sort of spell?

Now, suppose I recite some Shakespeare.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate

than.

You remember that.

Shakespeare's 18 songs.

How could a man under a spell remember
romantic lines of poetry?

This is really funny.

Professor Lozano?

Time for breakfast?

I'm not hungry.

Not even for fresh, hot tamales?

No.

You know an awful lot about food, don't
you, Sergeant?

Well, did you say I never met a tamale I
didn't like?

Yes.

This?

It's a very nice tamale.

Beautiful, wouldn't you say?

Focus on it.

Think about the succulence, its aroma,
its flavor.

It's just a matter of finding something
of interest.

Open the door.

Thank you.

Oh, wait.

You should be rewarded.

You've just been promoted to commandant
of this entire garrison.

Congratulations.

Lancer!

Where have you been, Diego?

Your bed wasn't even slept in.

My books, father.

I was up all night reading.

You're amazing, Diego.

Zorro's running amok and you're buried
in your books.

Perhaps Zorro is finally showing his
true colors.

Don't say that, son.

Especially after all that Zorro's done
for the people of Los Angeles.

You know something? That's enough to
have made Julius Caesar utter his

words. Et tu, Brute?

What? You heard me.

Zorro, I don't understand. Why does he
change so drastically?

Zorro? What did he do?

Well, after he cleaned out the bank and
the Alcalde Seix, he went into the

tavern and he robbed Victoria.

A man of such high principles.

Let's face it, he's a common criminal.

Felipe.

Felipe.

What is it?

What's wrong?

I hit you.

I'm sorry. I don't know what came over
me. I wasn't myself.

Really?

A trance.

It must have been that good doctor. That
traveling... Lozano.

Another ruthless purveyor of unknown
evils we're better off avoiding.

Come on.

I think it's time we paid the good
doctor a visit.

Target! The prisoners are scared!

I beg your pardon?

You're not questioning my authority, are
you, Private?

Private! Have you lost your mind? As
commandant of this garrison, I could

you shot at a spatula such
insubordination.

You could have me shot.

The man's lost his mind.

Lances, I want that prisoner caught.

I want that prisoner caught now.

Did you do as I ordered?

Yes.

Do you have the money?

Yes. Where is it? Give it to me now.

I will kill anyone who stands in my way.

Fool, I'm your master.

You're not supposed to kill me.

No one can stop me.

Please.

Look, you can have the money. I don't
want it. You can have it all.

You must leave California permanently.

Yes, I will.

I'm leaving.

Yes, I could put Lozano behind bars, but
he'd soon realize that his instructions

to me were carried out by Zorro, and
that kind of information in his hands

be a dangerous thing indeed.

Oh, don't worry.

Lozano thinks he's smarter than he truly
is.

Justice has a way of catching up with
such men, wherever they may go.

And I found all the bank's money back in
the vault.

Of course.

Now that Zorro knows I am the new
comandante of the garrison, he will do

anything to avoid my considerable wrath.

Then why would Zorro steal all our money
and then return every last peso? You're

victorious, Rikers. Much more than meets
the eye here.

It is obvious.

He's afraid of my ruthless power.

Even Private DeSoto said that the stolen
tax money has been put back in the

cuartel safe.

Private the sergeant.

Either the sergeant has completely lost
his mind, or he's under some sort of a

spell. Perhaps a plate of fresh tamales
will cure the sergeant's delusion, huh?

Gentlemen.

I certainly have nothing to say to you.

Victoria, for whatever I've done, I
truly apologize.

It wasn't me.

Oh, it was you, all right.

Oh, it was something deep inside me.

An irrational force.

Perhaps a dark side we all share,
unleashed by a dangerous mental science.

The same irrational force that seems to
have Sergeant Mendoza in its grip.

So now you're free from this force?

This dark side?

Yes.

Completely.

How can you be sure?

I'll let you be the judge.

I want...

Timing leaves a lot to be desired,
Sergeant.

Sergeant, how dare you insult the
commandante of the Royal Brigade?

Prepare to die.

That too, Routé.

Laurel, you don't really want to do
this, do you, Sergeant?

I have always had the greatest
admiration for you.

I have total respect for you. You would
not hurt a sergeant, would you?

Well, it was you who drew on me first,
amigo.

I drew?

Please, forgive me.