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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 man called...

One of the first white men to arrive in California came in to an Indian camp one

night, cold and tired.

He asked the chief if he could have just enough land to put his blanket on for

the night. Of course, the chief agreed.

Do you know what that man did?

He unraveled his blanket into a single thread and closed an area of several

square miles.

Then he said the land belonged to him.

Shameful fact.

Not all white men are as kind and generous to our Indian friends as my

is.

Thank you, Felipe.

I'm merely trying to follow my father's example.

Now, what we're going to do is to repeat an experiment by the Frenchman Joseph

Niepce. But you have to hold very still.

And in a few moments, we'll have a permanent portrait of you on that stool.

Hold still. Don't move.

Clearly the Frenchman was wrong.

Good work, Maria.

Excellent. Now you try one.

Go ahead.

And she brought forth.

And she brought forth.

That's the Monterey wagon, Felipe. Let my father know he has mail for Spain.

Oh, it's good.

Señor de la Vega, buenos dias.

Buenos dias.

Oh, a letter bound for Spain.

Why the soldiers?

Nervous on Paldy.

A red flag for every highwayman from here to Monterey.

Well, we want to make sure your letter gets there, sir.

Adios.

Get that tree out of there!

I have some knowledge of the local Indian tribes, Casey, but I've never

arrow like this before.

Whatever tribe it was, they killed my men and made off with 6 ,000 pesos in

gold. 6 ,000 pesos is a king's ransom.

What are you doing carrying so much?

New Spanish land settlement's up north. The government's trying to keep the

Russians out of there.

Oh?

You know, my partner and I brought that gold all the way up from San Diego.

And I'd like to know what the governor plans to do about these murders.

The governor should take all the appropriate measures. I'm sure he's

Oh, he's concerned, all right.

He's concerned about his gold politicians.

He asked me to know better than horse thieves.

Yes, but are they coward too, Senor Hawks?

I'd like to know what you would have done, Mendoza.

Maybe taken on a dozen savages single -handed, huh?

If I'd been a hired guard, I would have done my duty.

And you would have been dead.

And those heathens would still have the gold.

Come on, Casey. These Indians are peace -loving. They're hardly the type to

commit this sort of atrocity. Peace -loving or not, they were inhuman

and they should pay for this.

Please, sit down, Senor Hawkins. You are making my other customers nervous.

Sorry, Senorita.

I guess I've been known to fly off the handle a bit.

Governors should make every effort to track down the perpetrators.

Those are big words, amigo.

Maybe you should run for office someday.

The governor has placed a bounty on the heads of the savages who robbed the

state gold shipment and murdered the guards.

Fifty pesos for each Indian involved in this crime, dead or alive.

And 100 pesos to the man who recaptured the gold.

Now that's more like it.

Case.

That's supposed to be trusted.

Well, I've seen bounty fever before.

And it's a dangerous thing.

Don't waste your time taking these savages into town.

The reward said dead or alive, remember?

Bah, senor.

We have done nothing wrong.

Tell that to your heathen gods.

The shooting of unarmed innocents is hardly the act of a gentleman.

Run.

Save yourselves.

Your caballeros need to work on your manners.

That's very good advice, Oro.

But too bad you won't be able to take it for yourself.

Only a fool would carry one gun for work like this.

There is a greater reward for this bandit than all the Indians in

together.

Dead or alive.

Which way do you think would be best for us, huh?

One of you take the reins of his horse and the other take his weapon.

Dismount. As you wish.

Indians of this Pueblo will not be terrorized by money -hungry bounty

I will find the men who took the governor's gold.

And I shall bring them to justice.

Unlucky at cards.

Lucky at love, Senor Esteban.

Buenas noches.

Buenas noches, Mendoza.

Loro.

Nice job.

Hold still. Don't move.

Smile.

My patience with this Frenchman's camera is dwindling fast.

I heard an explosion.

Explosion? The man's a parrot.

Yes. I heard a definite blast from within the house.

Oh, I was composing at the piano and the creative muse deserted me. I slammed

the lid in frustration.

You seem troubled.

And with good reason. The Alcalde's just released those vigilantes.

Casey Hawkson, you know. Yeah, he says the only evidence against them came from

Zorro, a common criminal.

Diego, those bounty hunters don't care who's guilty or innocent. They'll

50 paces for any dead Indian.

Something must be done.

Yes, quite a dilemma.

Instead of slamming piano lids, you might try using your newfound temper in

constructive ways, my son.

What would you suggest?

Oh, like protecting our Indian friends?

Zorro seems to be performing that job admirably.

Buenos dias, Don Diego.

Buenos dias.

I think not. Is Casey Hawks still guest here?

Why, yes.

He's in his room right now, but he left. Tricked orders not to be disturbed.

Oh, I see.

Oh, Don Diego.

Sergeant Mendoza. I'm surprised you're not out chasing Indians for that lavish

bounty. Well, to tell you the truth, I don't have the stomach for it. The

Indians in this district are good people.

An admirable sentiment, Sergeant. Victoria, a bottle of wine for the

Place it on my bill.

You are most kind, Don Diego.

Adios. Goodbye, Don Diego.

Your usual wine, Sergeant?

Well, perhaps maybe not.

What do you have in the way of campaign?

Who is it?

Forgive me, Senor Hawks, but I heard someone prowling downstairs, and since

you're the only man in the tavern, I... All right, let me get my boots on.

He's in the kitchen. I'm sure of it.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Senor Hawks. Yeah, well, you must have been

dreaming.

I'm in your debt, Senorita.

Ah, but for once I'm at your service, Senor.

You must be exhausted after all that climbing.

Stay a while, and I will make you the best enchiladas you have ever did.

Oh, a tempting offer.

But this arrow may shoot straight to the heart of the gold theft.

Stick with it, Benny.

Remember, Indians don't have hair on their legs.

Sorry,

boys. Been a little bit jumpy lately.

Ever since I found that arrow gone.

Maybe we should delay this robbery a spell, huh?

What was that?

Now, who ever heard of an Indian who bought his paint at the general store?

The yellow tint on this fletching is not a natural dye used by any tribe.

My hat goes out to you, Zorro.

But unfortunately, you're going to carry your knowledge to the grave.

Two more, I think.

Well, gentlemen, the race is on.

See how fast you can reload.

I saw it never sleep, senor.

Come, my friends.

We have an appointment with justice.

Madre de Dios!

Mendoza!

Good morning.

I bring you the murderers who robbed the gold ship.

But, Señor Hawk, sir, the savages were all Indians.

Only by way of disguise.

These men are the true savages.

And where is the gold?

The gold will be returned to its rightful owners, the people of

But there is one other in this plaza who is more guilty than any of these

outlaws.

I give you their leader, Senor Hawks.

It's a lie.

You all know me.

I do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay.

Whose word are you going to trust, mine or a bandit's?

And a bandit who won't even show his face.

It is not a matter of words this time, but a matter of evidence.

Tenor, you are under arrest.

I can explain.

See him!

This is indeed evidence, Zorro, but how on earth did you manage to... What is

it, Sergeant Mendoza?

I don't know, but... It is amazing.

No, Sergeant.

Zorro is amazing.

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