All language subtitles for Zorro s03e20 Turning The Tables

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, my
hero must rise with courage that

even a mask won't disguise.

They turn to...

Be the one who strikes back for the poor
and oppressed, a hero.

He is born of a race that God despises.

I'm always amazed when people assume
that God despises anyone who is not like

them.

And who might you be, senor?

I, senor, am Alejandro de la Vega, a
citizen of this pueblo.

I'm clearly an Indian sympathizer.

I am Don Jose Alfonso Infante Escanto.

Don Jose is here on a commission from
the king himself, de la Vega.

He has been appointed special emissary
in charge of our Indian problem.

Oh, really?

I wasn't aware that we had an Indian
problem.

As a matter of fact, starting today, no
Indian is allowed to set foot inside

Pueblo de Los Angeles.

If they cannot trade here, how can they
eat?

They are an inferior people.

They cannot be allowed to pollute our
Spanish bloodlines.

This one is clearly in violation of a
new edict.

Take him away.

Something.

You will both know the agony you bring
to my people. If I were you, senor, I

would worry about the agony of
incarceration in my jail.

You think you are better than us,
alcalde.

You think you are a big man.

But someday, someday you will shrivel up
with hate.

So, someday

we will know the pain we inflict on his
people.

This savage is a poet and a prophet, it
seems.

Emissary, speak to me. My leg!

Does anyone know how to mend a broken
leg?

I think I'll volunteer.

Well, it's a Christian thing to do, I
suppose.

But still, the man's a bigot. Allow me.

It's my leg.

The alcalde, as usual, exaggerated the
situation.

It's not broken.

Merely wrenched.

Well, that is good news.

What is this place?

This place is our hacienda.

Unfortunately, the pueblo is without a
doctor at present.

However, my son has volunteered his
services.

Why would you two help me?

You're against everything I stand for.

That's true.

However, you won't be standing for
anything until your leg gets better.

Our home is your home, Excellency. We
hope that before you leave, you will see

the light.

See the light?

Open the drapes, Father, and let the
emissary see the light. Of course.

Thank you, Felipe.

Here, drink this.

An old family remedy to ease your pain
and help you sleep.

Good.

That red devil will pay dearly for this.

You don't think that what he said had
anything to do with your injury, do you?

What, about me feeling the agony of his
people? Of course not.

I merely meant that he screamed so loud
he frightened my horse.

I'm going to initiate a new edict.

Any Indian found in this Pueblo will not
just be jailed. First, he will be

publicly flogged.

These savages must be treated like
children.

They require a firm hand.

I don't know, Diego.

Your plan sounds good in theory, but
this fellow's bigotry, it runs deep.

The deeper it runs, the greater impact
this will have.

So I do heard him. If we don't do
something, we'll start a reign of terror

this pueblo.

I think you're right.

How long will this plan of
transformation take? Several doses over

Sleep tight, Your Excellency.

We must use this time to shrink that
enormous pride of our alcalde, Felipe.

Adel Toronado.

Zorro. This is a pleasant surprise.

Did you come to rescue your mate?

No, Victoria.

The Alcalde would only throw him back in
jail.

We must find a way to alter De Celta's
opinion of our Indian friends

permanently. To alter the Alcalde's
opinion?

Now that's a lot to ask.

It is indeed.

Why don't we start by altering these?

Take that to the Alcaldi at once.

There.

I feel better already.

Enacting one new law against these
Indians does more to speed my recovery

thousand cups of your potion.

New law, Excellency?

I thought we agreed we wouldn't work
ourselves too hard during our recovery.

Well, we decided otherwise.

By tomorrow, this Puebla will be Indian
-free.

I see.

Well, I think it's time you took your
medicine.

But it doesn't seem to be doing me any
good.

Nonsense, Excellency.

It'll make a new man out of you.

Well, by the way, wasn't there a mirror
on that wall?

Yes.

Seven years' bad luck for someone.

Get up! Get away!

I don't want to feel an agony.

No! Stop! Get away! Leave me in peace!

No! Excellency!

We heard noises.

Oh!

What is it?

What is not possible?

Madre de Dios.

I have become one of them while I slept.

I am an ending.

Well, there must be a logical
explanation.

If there is, I want to hear about it.
Well, perhaps in your ancestry there's

some Indian blood.

What?

Never.

Good heavens. I've just remembered what
that Indian said to his excellency in

the plaza.

Someday you will know the agony you
bring to my people. Oh, you don't

That is it.

It's that Indian.

He has done this to me.

But how? How do I know?

He's an Indian, isn't he? He's got
spells and charms.

I must see him at once.

That's a very good idea.

Be very, very careful.

Remember the new law you just passed.

Any Indian found in the pueblo would be
flogged. I wouldn't wear any bright

colors. They might make you an easy
target.

by his own edict.

More potion for His Excellency, Felipe.

The symptoms are only temporary, so we
must keep making him drink this

concoction. We'll need more ash and tar
to blacken his hair while he sleeps

and... You know, I think we should add
twice the amount of chili peppers this

time.

Why not?

In the meantime, Zorro is going to visit
the alcalde's office.

I don't understand.

That Indian, he just sits in that cell.
He stares all the time. He doesn't say

anything. He makes me nervous.

Sergeant, chickens make you nervous.

Well, I'm off to pay a visit to Emissary
Ascanto.

Is he in much pain, sir?

Apparently so. Corporal Sepulveda says
he looks quite ill.

The Indians said that that would happen.

Oh, nonsense, Sergeant.

Emissary Ascanto fell off his horse.

Plain and simple. Besides, what did he
say about me? That I would shrivel up

with hate?

Look at me.

I'm perfectly normal.

So good of you to drop by, Ignacio.

His Excellency will be delighted.

Right this way.

Look who's here, Emissary.

What is this, Don Jose?

Go away.

He's been like this for a day or two.

So shy.

Ah, it's time for his medication.

Perhaps you could talk to him. Cheer him
up. You know, one madriena to another.

Well, how are we feeling today, Your
Excellency? I injured my leg, not my

hearing. Yes, yes, of course, Your
Excellency. Forgive me.

Your law is working like a charm.

Not one single Indian has dared to show
his red face inside the pueblo.

Yes, I knew that you would be pleased.

Your medication, emissary.

Put it down and go away.

We'd better humor him.

I'm sure your visit did him a word of
good.

Well, he seems to be much worse.

Something wrong?

No, no, you seem to be much taller,
that's all.

Now that you mention it, you seem to be
much shorter.

I'd have a word with your tailor if I
were you.

Now, if you'll forgive me, I must get
back to my patient.

It really looks as if you might be
shriveling.

You know, I'm really enjoying bringing
the Alcafe down to size.

Diego!

Scanto's not in his room.

Window is open.

Who are you?

I'll explain later.

Once I've helped you to escape, you must
lift this spell you put on me.

Spell? What spell? What are you talking
about?

You are the reddest Indian I've ever
seen.

What tribe are you?

I am not from any tribe.

Now quickly, we must get out of this
pueblo before they shoot.

If we are to be punished for what we
are, let us show them no fear.

This one's wearing a white man's
clothes. He'll pay dearly for that.

I am not an Indian.

Stop pushing your arm when you're
flogged alongside these red savages.

County, everything about you seems
smaller.

Could it be that you've contracted the
dreaded Napoleon's shrinking disease?

I dropped my sword, Zorro.

Good timing, Sergeant.

Hold this.

In spite of appearances, senor, you have
just rescued an important Spanish

emissary and you will not go unrewarded.

No, senor.

I have rescued two men.

Indian or Spanish, it matters not to me.

And as for my reward, all I ask is that
in future you treat all men with the

dignity they deserve.

You've taught me that there is honor and
decency amongst all peoples.

How can I thank you?

You judge a man by his deeds and what is
in his heart.

When I return to Madrid, I will speak to
the king himself about the plight of

the Indians and his colonies.

Well, it seems to me that the only
Indian problem that the Spanish

has right now is how to take more of
their land away from them.

I couldn't agree more, senorita.

Thank you, Diego, for your remarkable
cure.

It was nothing.

No, it was quite something.

I became my old self again overnight.

But only on the outside.

I still cannot believe that Zorro
actually came to my rescue.

According to the Alcalde de Soto, he's a
notorious felon.

According to the Alcalde de Soto, The
world is a strange place, Excellency.

Adios. Adios.

Don Diego!

Yes?

You're a man of medicine, hmm?

Well, I... No, a little something.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Don't be modest.
Tell me, have you ever heard of

shrinking disease?

Yes, I have.

It originated in France, if I'm not
mistaken.

So many distasteful things do.

Tell me, is there a cure?

Yes, I believe there is, Ignacio.

Oh, thank goodness.

What is it?

The cure.

I don't actually recall.

But if you come to the Hacienda
tomorrow, I might be able to think of

Tomorrow.