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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 And 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...

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

I have sent a messenger, but it will be at least a week before Dr. Hernandez

returns from Monterrey.

Well, he's getting weaker by the hour.

Come, Sergio.

Now, you must not offend Senorita Escalante by refusing her Renard

soup.

Come on, Sergio, you must eat.

Come on.

Just a little.

That's a boy.

Senorita. You have such a way with children.

Well, how can I not?

Especially with children who have never had a mother nor a father.

But you are so kind and so beautiful. You know, it pains me that you do not

marry and have many fine babies of your own.

Choosing a husband is not like buying livestock, Padre.

Besides, Zorro and I have made a promise to each other.

I hope he lives long enough to keep his pledge.

That was close.

Come back, and I will ride with him.

Wise choice, I'll call it.

Senorita Escalante's albondigas soup.

It's the finest in the territory.

Well, I've always considered ordering an art.

Don't you agree, Diego?

Understanding an establishment's strengths and its, um...

Signorita? Signorita?

Signorita Escalante?

I ordered carne asada.

So you don't like my soup?

Well, if I wanted albondiga soup, I certainly would have ordered albondiga

You know, you should be grateful that you can eat at all. Some people are too

sick to eat.

Well, that's their problem, isn't it?

It should be everyone's problem.

Before you drive away all your customers, why don't you tell me what's

matter?

It's nothing.

Nothing that Zorro can't fix.

It's just that right now I'm concerned about a young boy at the mission.

Sergio is so ill with fever that he cannot eat. And the little that he does

he sustains no energy, no nourishment.

But this morning outside of the mission, when he saw Zorro...

He arose out of bed and spoke for the first time in two days.

He thought that Zorro had come to take him for a ride.

Why would he think that?

He's a young boy.

They have their fantasies.

Does Sergio still believe that Zorro will come?

Oh, yes.

He still has that lost faith, even though each day may be his last.

Father Benitez and I are hoping that Zorro will learn of his plight.

So we're telling everyone.

Then I'm sure Zorro will hear.

Maybe.

But he's so unpredictable.

Every time I think he's going to show up, he doesn't appear. And when he does,

it's a total surprise.

Diego, are you listening to me?

Yes, yes, of course.

Well, I'm just praying that somehow word will reach Zorro.

Well,

is everything ready, Sergeant?

Si, Alcalde.

Cheer up, Sergeant. We are on the verge of greatness.

Si, Alcalde, it would be great to capture Zorro.

But every time we try, something dreadful always happens.

And even if we did capture him, who would we chase then, huh?

How philosophical, Sergeant.

Alcalde. The boy is dying.

All he wants to do is to ride with his hero.

Hero? I see the boy's devotion is sorely misplaced, Sergeant.

Have you considered that among the many accolades that will be showered upon me

for capturing Zorro, at least a few are going to trickle down to my trusted and

loyal Sergeant? I think a promotion will be in order and a substantial raise in

pay.

Alcalde.

Even if Zorro does come to visit little Sergio, that would only show that he is

sensitive, caring.

That is no way to capture him.

It is the perfect way, Sergeant.

Read your Machiavelli.

Sensitivity and caring are not signs of strength and wisdom.

They're flaws that have been the downfall of many a man.

And Zorro...

is going to pay dearly for such weakness.

Alcalde?

Who is this Machiavelli?

This may have all the answers we need.

Laethe de Toxicology.

The great French physician, Villard.

A magnificent collection of the latest scientific knowledge on cures of certain

illnesses, fevers, allergies.

Now... Victoria said the boy had a fever.

More importantly, she also said he was unable to retain nourishment.

Yes, Sergio may be the perfect bait to capture Zorro.

El Corte was most interested in my conversation with Victoria.

What would you rather I do, Felipe?

Stay here?

Sit by the fire, read a good book, hmm?

I didn't think so.

Besides, I have no intention of granting a dying wish.

I will go so that Sergio may live.

And I will bring him here so that we can study his condition and hopefully find

a cure.

There's two rules.

Bravo. I knew you'd come.

Because the heart of Zorro is the heart of a fool.

You should be ashamed, Alcante.

Using a sick boy to bait your little trap.

Ah, well, you know what they say.

All's fair in love and war.

You shall have your war.

Arrest him.

Okay. You'll take me for a ride?

Yes, Amigo.

We ride together.

I must look after the boy.

Afraid that won't be possible, Zorro.

There's no escape this time.

Then go ahead.

Arrest me.

A brave man like you shouldn't be afraid of a lingering disease.

followed by a violent and painful end.

Now, don't tell me the brave hunter is afraid of his own bait.

No.

No, you're in the public. We can condemn yourselves to death. You're bluffing.

Only in death is there salvation, my son.

As for me, a child's life is worth the risk.

I wonder if you're willing to take the same chance for my capture.

I've wasted enough time here.

Take over, Sergeant.

But, Alcalde... Sergeant, what do you want, a silver platter? Do it!

Come ahead, Sergeant.

Arrest me.

But I'm afraid your moment of glory will be an uncomfortable and short -lived

one.

First, a stinging of the eyes.

Then tightness of the collar.

And then, worst of all, the sudden and complete loss of appetite.

I don't feel so good. Oh, dear.

Another victim.

Sergeant, you prefer the long or the short mass?

Santa Maria, let them through! Let them go! Let them go! Get out of the way! Get

out of the way!

Let them out!

Adios, Sergeant.

This is the better way to go.

It's better than facing the alcalde.

Soon you will ride with me, and in good health.

I know, Felipe.

Sergio must not die.

But if our concoction works, it will help his body to fight the disease.

I'll return every three hours to administer the solution.

Sergio must never realize where he is.

Sergeant, you do understand why you should be trembling with fear right now,

don't you? Si, alcalde. I'm in a lot of trouble because in the last three days

I've been unable to find Zorro or the boy.

Yes, and you do realize why finding the boy is very important to your well

-being, don't you, Sergeant?

Si, alcalde, because the boy will know Zorro's hideout.

Thus redeeming me from allowing myself to be duped by Zorro.

And thus meaning that you will not put me in the stocks and subject me to

ridicule.

Well, Sergeant, a man in your position, even with half a brain, would be showing

extreme concern at this moment. But you stand there with a silly smirk on your

face. I cannot help myself.

The father told me I'm as fit as a bull. I'm going to live.

to be seen, Sergeant.

Find the boy!

I must still be dreaming.

It's no dream, amigo.

He's gone.

Eyes are clear.

I think you've won this battle.

Thank you, Zorro.

I have no need of thanks.

It was your faith that brought you here.

You must use that faith as your strength.

It will be your weapon in all battles.

But in your battles, you use a real sword.

A sword is merely a piece of steel.

It is the heart and the mind of the one who wields it that wins the battle.

Maybe someday you will teach me.

You have my word.

For now, I must find you a comfortable place to recover.

I'll stay here with you.

I don't need much.

The Padishah is a very hard worker.

Think of Senorita Escalante's disappointment if she couldn't see you

your recovery.

I suppose so.

There are many people who care about you, Amigo.

Before we ride, I must make certain you don't see where we are.

I won't tell.

I promise.

I know.

For your own safety, you must be blindfolded.

Knowledge of my whereabouts is too dangerous a burden for any man.

Bonus not to see you.

good evening indeed.

Now look at the sergeant.

You see how foolish he looks?

Now imagine yourself out there in the middle of the plaza on public view

just as foolish.

I told you, I don't know where George Cave is.

The mere sight of it has been known to make grown men tremble, shake with fear.

Hasn't it, Sarge?

Look at me, I am trembling.

Alcalde, please, there is no need to demonstrate.

Yes, Sarge, there is a need.

Tell me.

Tell me.

Where is Zorro hiding?

Even if I knew, you couldn't make me tell.

Not while I have the weapon Jaro gave me. Weapon?

What weapon?

My faith.

Ha!

I, on the other hand, have only my sword.

And while not as powerful as my young friend's weapon, it does have its marks.

Fortunately, I made certain not to reveal my hiding place to this brave

man.

Fortunately for you, you didn't lay a hand on him.

Sergeant.

You see, I'm counting on you.

Something dreadful always happens.

Lasers!

Thank you, Sergio.

And your albondiga soup? It is the best in the world.

Sergio, you are not yet old enough to start capturing the hearts of beautiful

women.

Zorro!

Señorita, padre.

What are you doing here?

I've come to take Sergio for his ride. This time with his health intact and his

blindfold on.

Zorro, you honor the boy beyond his dream.

I know, padre.

When a man shows such grave loyalty to his friends, the honor of riding with

that man is mine.

Sometimes, daughter, the heart is a cruel master.

But a master nonetheless.