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♪ Out of the night When the full moon is bright ♪

♪ Comes a horseman known as Zorro ♪

♪ This bold renegade Carves a "Z" with his blade ♪

♪ A "Z" that stands for Zorro ♪

♪ Zorro! ♪

♪ The Fox so cunning and free ♪

♪ Zorro! ♪

♪ Who makes the sign of the "Z"! ♪

♪ Zorro, Zorro, Zorro ♪

♪ Zorro, Zorro ♪

Speak, miserable wretch. Where are the others hiding?

Ten lashes more.

Forgive me, comandante, this Indian will die before he betrays his own people.

You think so, eh?

Leave me alone with him.

For your own sake, tell the capitan what he wishes to know.

That donkey brain of a sergeant is right.

You will die before revealing any information, but I want no information.

Only your silence. You have a family.

You want to see them again?

I'll take you back to the mission.

I shall tell that stubborn Padre a few harmless tales.

If you deny them, if you so much as open your mouth in protest,

you will never see your family again, understand?

Sergeant Garcia, the prisoner has just made a full confession.

- He has? - Order the lancers out.

Ride to the mission immediately. Have them prepared for combat.

- Combat? - For fighting, baboso.

- We ride for King and Country! - Yes, capitan!

Lancers, prepare to depart immediately.

No, you've got to try harder.

I never knew a Spaniard who couldn't learn to play guitar.

Now, watch. The fingers here?

Now, you try. Sit down, it's easier. Here.

No, you mustn't give up.

If you're to cover for me when I'm riding as Zorro,

it must sound as if I'm practicing. Go on, you'll get it.

I must ride to the mission to make sure Don Nacho got away.

Now, just keep practicing, eh?

Diego, I'm so glad it's you. I was afraid Monastario had returned.

- Are your Indians still in the hills? - They'll return when it's safe.

- Has Don Nacho left? - Not yet. He'll stay till it's safe.

You may come out, Don Nacho. It is Diego de la Vega.

Diego. Good to see you.

You shouldn't wait too long to set out for Monterey.

Quick! Get back into the church!

Sergeant Garcia, post sentries on every side.

Keep a sharp watch. Tell the men to shoot first and then ask questions.

-Si, capitan. - Ortega, bring the prisoner and come!

Lancers, surround the church. See that no one escapes.

Will they take Don Nacho by force?

It appears that way.

Buenos dias, Padre, Senor de la Vega.

You've returned with a new trick to break sanctuary?

Not at all.

I've returned to protect church property and your lives.

- Against what? - An attack by the hostile Indians.

There are no hostile Indians. They are like my children!

You think so? Ortega, the prisoner!

What have they done to you, Inocente?

Be careful, Padre. This is a dangerous savage.

He's confessed his people plan to burn the mission and kill you.

But that's impossible!

Tell them what you told me. Tell them how your people

have planned revenge for a long time, they'll strike under cover of darkness.

That's not true. Speak, Inocente. Do not be afraid.

Did you admit your leaders are planning to kill all the whites in the missions?

You see? He dare not deny it.

I have no choice but to place this mission under martial law.

A shabby trick, Monastario.

On the contrary, I am merely performing my duty.

You are beloved by all the people.

I cannot risk leaving you unprotected when there is danger of a massacre.

Ortega, take the prisoner away. And guard him well.

Padre, I declare this mission to be under my personal military command.

You will provide sustenance and shelter for my lancers while they protect you.

Now, I shall select a private room for my headquarters.

Sergeant Garcia! Bring two guards and come with me.

Excuse me, Padre.

Padre, we must obey orders. Forgive me?

It is obvious what the comandante has in mind.

Unable to get Don Nacho any other way, he now invents a false Indian uprising

as an excuse to take over the mission.

If Don Nacho remains in church, he is still protected by sanctuary.

True, but Monastario will keep him here.

How long can Don Nacho live without food or water?

A vile deceit.

I'll speak to my father. He has knowledge of the law.

Perhaps Monastario has no legal right

to use military force in this case. Adios, Padre.

Is my father at home?

That's just as well.

Monastario and his lancers have taken over the mission.

They intend to starve Don Nacho.

Tonight, lock yourself in my room and play the guitar as well as you can.

Yes, and I must be back before my father misses me.

Have the cook prepare plenty of food for my saddlebag.

Everything is quiet, sargento.

Very well. I will relieve you while you have something to eat.

One moment, Padre!

You cannot keep me from going into my own church!

I have no wish to stop you.

However, Padre, I cannot allow you to take food and drink to a traitor.

Very appetizing. I think I will enjoy this.

You are heartless.

Let me take water to quench Don Nacho's thirst.

Let him drink the holy water.

I trust there will be a warm place reserved for you in the hereafter.

I am sorry. They will not allow me to bring anything to you.

- I am not hungry. - You must be thirsty.

- You have had nothing today. - It does not matter.

There must be a way in which I could at least get water to you.

Please, Padre, do not endanger yourself.

I've caused you so much trouble now. I do not wish to cause more.

- Sergeant! - Yes, capitan!

Were you dozing?

No. I was looking out for Indians!

- Do you know the penalty for sleeping? -Si, comandante. I was not sleeping.

I was waiting for Private Ortega.

- Has Torres begged for water yet? - No. Everything has been quiet.

Keep it that way. And stay awake!

Si, capitan.

Guard!

Watch that door of the church carefully.

I suspect Torres may try to escape. If he does, give him no quarter.

Calm yourself. I'm not smuggling Don Nacho under my robe!

Senor Torres, do not despair. Here's food and water.

Whoever you are, Senor Zorro, gracias. But don't risk your life to help me.

Zorro!

Escape while you can.

I will take this. Here. Guard him.

Sergeant Garcia, he's dropped into the cemetery.

Capture him!

Follow me!

There he goes. After him!

Babosos! Idiotas! Estupidos!

Zorro has outwitted you again.

Garcia, stay here with the guards. Lancers, to horse!

But...

Diego!

Diego, stop that infernal noise and open the door!

Diego!

What is the matter with you? Unlock the door.

Yes, Father!

Have you become deaf?

I was pounding loud enough to wake the dead.

Sorry I didn't hear you. I was busy composing.

Composing, you call it?

I have never heard anything so terrible!

But it turned out beautifully. Listen!

♪ The night wind sighs awake, my love ♪

That's enough. I do not wish to be awake.

- I would like to have some sleep. - Forgive me.

I didn't know you were in bed.

If you got up as early as I do, perhaps you would retire at a decent hour.

You're right. Maybe I'll do some reading.

I'm afraid I will never be able to understand you.

Since you came back from Spain, all you think about is literature and music.

But Father, that is my life, as yours is raising horses and breeding cattle.

Yes, well, everyone to his own taste.

- Good night, son. - Good night, Father.

That was close.

Zorro rode to the mission tonight on an errand of mercy, but Monastario won.

Too many soldiers. Nearly caught me.

Don Nacho will have to suffer a while longer.

The Fox must use his wits next time, not his fangs.

When Zorro rides again, he's going to have help.

Your help.

White man approaching from the west.

Alto. Who goes there?

It is I, Diego de la Vega, come to see Padre Felipe.

- You must get permission first. - Where's the comandante?

Sleeping. He was up all night chasing that elusive Zorro.

- Sergeant Garcia is in charge. - Where is he?

Dismount, be searched and I shall take you to him.

Senor de la Vega wishes to see the priest, sir.

Purpose of visit?

I have a manuscript Padre Felipe expressed desire to see.

Back to your post.

Well, Don Diego, may I see this document?

Certainly.

What is this secret writing?

Oh. That is Latin, sergeant.

Of course I know it's Latin, but what does it say?

Oh, I don't think you'd be interested.

It's an account of something strange that happened here many years ago.

What was it?

Some fanciful traveler's tale. You know how ghost stories turn into legends.

Ghost stories?

There's little truth in it, but this parchment seems authentic.

That's why Padre wanted to see it.

Tell me about it.

All right.

It seems that when this mission was built back in 1771,

a band of savages struck in the dead of night.

They captured and tortured a monk until he went mad.

He was tied to this very tree.

Of course, it was much smaller then.

Ever since then, the legend goes,

his ghost has haunted the mission on dark moonless nights.

The ghost of the mad monk?

I'm surprised you never heard of it. The mission Indians claim to have seen it,

but they're superstitious natives.

What do they think they saw?

A figure. A figure in a cowled robe rising from the graves behind the church.

Then it moves along the corridors, moaning and clanking chains,

sometimes emitting a ghoulish laugh.

The rest is so fantastic, you wouldn't be interested.

No, go on, Don Diego. Please go on.

It's quite frightening.

- Promise you won't tell? - I promise.

Well, the legend says that when the spirit walks,

the church bell rings mysteriously at midnight.

It's regarded as a warning of some dire event to come.

- A warning? - An omen of death,

like the hoot of an owl.

Of course, you're too enlightened to believe those things!

Oh, yes. What happens then?

Well, the story goes on to say how the author came face-to-face

with the mad monk one night under this very tree.

- This tree? - And the ghost had no face.

- No face? - No face!

And then suddenly, the ghastly apparition vanished.

And here, the narrative ends abruptly,

except that the next morning, the ancient scribe was found lying here,

where you are, stiff and stark.

- Dead? - Exceedingly so.

A lancer... - Ahh!

Padre, I have this manuscript you requested.

Manuscript?

Come. Let us go in your garden, we'll discuss it.

- What about this manuscript? - It's a pretext to get you alone.

- How's Don Nacho? - Like Elijah in the wilderness.

- And no ravens to feed him. - And Inocente?

He's locked up in the stone bodega behind the pepper tree.

Padre, do you believe in intuition?

I suppose I do.

What does the goblin riding on your shoulder tell you?

That this reign of terror will come to an end soon.

-Oremos. - Oremos?

Let us pray.

Por favor, you told the others about the ghost of the mad monk.

Why not me?

It is a foolish tale for old women and children.

But I like tales like that.

- You promise not to be frightened? - Me, sargento? I am a soldier!

Well, it seems that when the church bell rings mysteriously at midnight,

the phantom rises from its grave.

- It is almost midnight now. - It is?

Anyway, I am too enlightened to believe in such nonsense.

Tell me what happens. I'm getting goose flesh.

Well, the figure walks through the corridors,

groaning and clanking chains.

- Sometimes, it laughs ghoulishly. - What is "ghoulishly"?

Well, it's... Like a ghoul, stupid!

- Contreras, why did you sound the alarm? - I did not ring the bell, sergeant.

- Someone did. Who is up there with you? - No one, sir. It... It rang by itself.

It... It rang again!

There's something moaning in the cemetery.

Private Ortega, you go see what it is.

Officers should lead, sir.

Very well. We will go together.

I see nothing.

Look!

Ohh!

What is the meaning of this? Who rang that bell?

Well, answer me!

- We just saw the ghost! - Ghost? What ghost?

- The ghost of the mad monk, sir. - It had no face!

Ghosts do not exist.

Ortega, remain on guard. You, show me where this ghost is.

There! See for yourself!

After him!

- Were you looking for someone? - Ahh!

Were you in the cemetery just now, Padre?

No. I was asleep.

The ringing of the bell wakened me.

Then go back to bed.

Someone is playing tricks on us, and I think I know who it is.

Come back here, lancers! Wait!

- Shall I go after them, capitan? - No.

There he is! After him!

- Well, where is he? - I don't know, capitan.

- He cannot just disappear! - The legend says he does.

Legend? What legend?

The omen of death.

The curse has come true. He is dead.

- You're free, Inocente. - Gracias, Senor Zorro!

Hey! Wait for me, lancers! Don't leave me!

I am wounded!

Indians?

- They're attacking! - We'll all be massacred!

Back to the cuartel!

Stop, you cowards!

Open the door!

- Sure it is safe? - Positive.

Every soldier deserted and the comandante is locked in.

Dine in peace before you leave for Monterey.

Tell me, Padre, what frightened them away?

A small miracle that I strongly attribute to someone called Zorro.

Be with us next week

as Monastario continues his efforts to become the richest man in California.

Watch the battle of wits between Diego and the gritty comandante.

Laugh, as Diego scuttles Garcia in the wine cellar.

Thrill, as Zorro rides to the rescue of the innocent.

Next week, when the Walt Disney Studio brings you

another action-packed adventure of Zorro.