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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 with courage that

even a mask won't disguise. They turn to the men.

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

sure you won't stay a while longer, Don Amino? If only I could.

Oh, your work here is done.

Come. Why not?

You'll enjoy yourself. The time to relax is now.

I don't think that King Ferdinand would appreciate it if his colonial tax

collector turned this trip into a vacation.

Probably not. From what we hear, he needs all the money he can get before

alliance conference in Verona next year.

Music, literature, and politics too, Diego.

You've raised Quite the Renaissance man here, Alejandro.

Yes.

Here's something else I've raised, Emilio.

Finest racehorse in all the colonies.

What a handsome fellow.

In honor of our new friendship, I'm going to name him Emilio.

No, no.

Amigo!

In all my years serving the Spanish crown, I have never known such

You've made my stay in Los Angeles truly memorable.

By the way, I don't see an escort.

You're not riding to Monterey with that one, are you? Of course not.

I've got two men waiting to ride north of me, just outside the Pueblo.

That's excellent.

Listen, when you get back to Monterey, please give everyone there our best

regards. I will, amigos.

Until next year, then.

Adios.

Well, Don Emilio is certainly more impressive than the clerks the king

sends to collect his taxes.

Indeed he is.

Cultured man.

Charming.

I almost feel homesick for Monday, Diego.

Are you sure these Andalusian oats are really necessary?

Finest grains for the finest resource in the colonies, Diego.

Victoria.

The gentleman over there.

You know who he is?

I have no idea. Do you know, Sergeant?

Mendoza!

Mendoza, get over here!

This is impossible.

Sergeant, did we or did we not just pay over 12 ,000 pesos in taxes to the

Spanish crown?

Si, Alcalde, Don Emilio Alonso was just here.

Thank you, Sergeant. I just wanted to be sure I wasn't having a bad dream.

Señor, as a colleague of this pueblo, I, of course, am a loyal officer of King

Ferdinand, but I must tell you...

For you to arrive here the day after his royal tax collector has just departed

with our annual levies, demanding still further assessments from...

These good people is nothing less than outrageous.

Excuse me, senor.

Obviously, there's been some sort of mistake.

If there is a mistake, you are the ones who made it.

There's the king's seal.

This letter introduces Don Fernando de Lea, royal tax collector and... King

Ferdinand of Spain.

Then who was the man we paid our taxes to?

He's the man I think he is. Blue eyes, tall, handsome, charming.

See, that's him. He's a brilliant swindler.

Known throughout the Spanish colonies as El Conejo.

You don't expect me to believe that Don Emilio Alonso, my friend, is a common

thief?

This pueblo remains responsible for full payments of its taxes. But we already

paid them.

Not to the Spanish crown, to El Conejo. Señor, I'm afraid the people of this

pueblo have not paid their taxes twice.

In fact, I would just have to understand.

The king of Spain is not very understanding these days.

I wouldn't let word of this reach Madrid.

The king has grown extremely fond of public executions.

Sergeant, form a search party immediately.

We're going after El Conejo.

Si, alcalde.

I think they'll catch him.

El Conejo outsmarted us.

His lancers don't stand a chance.

Yes, my father is very angry. And naming his best horse after a thief is truly

salt in the wound.

But if we move quickly, Zorro may be able to help.

Ah,

Diego, there you are.

Saddle up your horse, son. We're going after him.

No, father.

I'm sure your letter to the governor will solve a lot of problems. A letter

the governor will not get my Emilio back.

What? Yes, the stallion is gone.

Alfonso Alonso El Conejo stole him.

The garrison horses can't give your stallion much of a chase.

Exactly. Our Andalusians are the only ones who stand a prayer of a chance.

Come on, let's go. We can't lose a moment. But father, I... Don't but

The horse was stolen.

It's our property.

I want it back.

Let's go.

This is impossible, mi alcalde.

No man can go through there, much less a horse.

This Conejo is a very smart hombre. He has a reputation of playing false tracks

to mislead anybody who is following him.

Well, it seems to be the only trail out of here, Sergeant.

Lead the way. Me?

If it's not too much to ask.

Help your sergeant, Lancers.

Here

is

the spot that we made the wrong turn, Sergeant.

The right turn would be to turn around and go home.

He's a very clever man, Sergeant. He covered his tracks with a branch to

us.

There are the right ones.

Leading up there.

A cave?

Not just a cave, Sergeant.

A rabbit's hole.

Dismount and follow me.

Ascalde! Ascalde! What?

You were right.

Search the cave, Sergeant.

I'll cover you.

He's such a brave man. Brave man.

He just wants the reward for El Conejo.

Private, I said follow me.

Made one set of tracks to fall off.

And he doubled back and he went up deeper into the ravine.

He covered his real tracks with a branch.

Looks to me as though both trails are false.

I'm sorry, Diego, but what you know about tracking actually would not fit a

thimble.

Diego, please stay with me, son.

Martinez and Cruz, they're in pain, but they will live.

If we live... Oh, Sergeant, you see those shafts of light? There's air

through. We're not going to suffocate.

Yes, but if somebody doesn't find us soon, we could starve to death.

Someone is coming.

What?

enough about tracking to fill a thimble, Father.

I do know a thing or two about leverage.

Diego.

Not one of your foolish experiments. Not now. Please.

As Archimedes said, give me a lever long enough and I'll move the world.

He trapped us.

Gracias, amigo.

We nearly starved to death. Sergeant.

Oh, no, the horses. He scattered them.

Your men are in no condition to make the hike back to town.

You're right, Diego.

Alcalde, he and I will ride back to town and send some wagons out for you.

But, Father, if El Canejo returns, there should be at least one of us here to

give chase on horseback.

I'll go for help.

Ride again, Diego.

If El Canejo dare shows his face, I'll be here.

Ready to pursue a fresh trail.

Ride back to the garrison and tell them to send a couple of wagons for the El

Caldean.

Zorro the fox is going to hunt El Canejo, the rabbit.

the De La Vega servant boy.

You tried to hunt me.

Those who pursue me become my prey.

And once I have them trapped, they die.

Going to play, huh?

I won't disappoint them.

Not for my little surprise.

What could I have been thinking of?

Sending Diego for help is like asking Sergeant Mendoza to guard a plate of

chicken. Just one minute, Alcalde.

My San Diego went for help, and he'll be here soon. You'll see.

He's probably lost.

The man is stupendously useless.

He's a dangerous one.

Oh, he could have been there and back twice by this time.

Alcalde, he probably got lost.

All right, so Diego is not a tracker.

I mean, at least he knows his way back home, yes?

Well, I'm taking your horse and going for help myself.

Excuse me, I don't think that's a good idea. I think I better go.

Nonsense, De La Vega.

I'm in command here. These are my men who need medical attention. I'll be the

one to alert the garrison.

Alcalde. What?

I'm just warning you.

Dulcinea will tolerate nothing less.

than the best horsemanship.

Don Alejandro, please.

I graduated from the Academy with equestrian honors. I think I can handle

common saddle horse.

Congratulations, senor.

You're the finest tracker I've ever seen.

It's too bad that you've reached the end of your train.

That's truly an impressive horse you have there it's too bad, but you won't

able to ride him again

Some unhappy taxpayers in Los Angeles who would like to take a look on the

saddlebags on that stolen horse. Half of it is yours.

You can't turn me on.

I don't think Toronado would have it any other way.

You know, I don't think he likes you.

You let me go or the boy will die.

What boy?

The one who overrides the Pinto.

Felipe?

What about him?

He's going to die in my truck.

Where is he?

You let me go and I'll tell you.

I have a better idea.

You can't do this!

Please!

I'm just recovering the tax money you stole. This is strictly between you and

Toronado. If I were you, I'd tell him exactly where Felipe is.

If I tell him...

Actually, it's the fall that's going to kill you.

He's two miles from the problem.

In that river, the river bed.

In that case, I'll leave you to the Alcaldi and his men.

They seek no man's death, only the truth.

Adios, señor Conejo.

Perhaps it's the wind and me.

Sergeant,

just leave me alone.

But you're in such pain.

Nothing I can't handle. I tried to get the cactus out, but you see, they're

tiny little things. I know, I know, I know.

They're like winchy -winchy little tiny things.

They look like almost like little arrows, and they're very sharp.

Sergeant, would you shut up?

Splendid day, isn't it, our captain?

Conejo Alonso is in your jail. The Pueblo's tax money has been properly

Senor Zelaya.

And my stallion is safely in the De La Vega Corral.

All thanks to Zorro.

Zorro. Where was he when we were stranded in that cave?

Where was he when I was seriously injured by that... that beast that you

generously call a horse?

He was probably following El Conejo.

Speaking of which...

What happened to you?

My 98 -year -old grandmother could have ridden for help faster than that.

Well, my sense of direction isn't what it should be.

I got lost.

Oh, Diego.

What am I going to do with you?

Luckily, Felipe found me.

Otherwise, you might still be out there.

Oh, by the way, Alcalde, any time you want to ride another one of my horses?

You just let me know, sir