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You'll see whether or not I'm telling the truth.

I'll let you read some of the letters.

And if he wasn't here in Los Angeles,

well, how would he know some of the things he wrote about?

The letters are gone.

You don't have to laugh at me or even wink about it.

Anita, please. Anita. They were there.

I had them all tied together with a ribbon.

The sergeant meant nothing by it.

No one will believe me.

Everything goes wrong.

I shall go now, patrón, to pick up my baggage.

I'll see you back at the hacienda.

Keep your eye on Anita as she shops.

And let me know if you see anyone

following her about the plaza.

Don't break it down. Come in, come in.

Oh, it's you, Don Diego. Forgive me, I didn't know.

Hey, sergeant, was I mistaken,

or did you not feel a slight earthquake a few moments ago?

Earthquake? No, Don Diego, I didn't feel...

Maybe that was just me.

I've been trying to take off a little weight.

Well, congratulations, sergeant. How much did you lose?

I don't actually lose it.

I-I just seem to shake it down a little bit.

Something is wrong, Don Diego?

This little girl, Anita, who's staying with us,

I'm worried about her, sergeant.

I'm afraid she may be in great danger.

Don Diego, I have been thinking and thinking

about the things she tells us.

About her father writing her from Los Angeles.

About Zorro saving her life.

Sometimes young people, well, they...

They have ideas about things that aren't really so.

Well, Zorro has saved many people.

Why not this little girl?

And tell me, do you think

she would have come here all the way from Spain,

looking for her father,

if she did not believe he was here?

But we know there is no

Don Miguel Cabrillo here in Los Angeles,

and there never has been. I can't help what she thinks.

All right, answer me this:

Who has been writing her all these years,

pretending to be her father?

And where is the father? What became of him?

I don't know, Don Diego.

No, sergeant.

Someone is deliberately trying to cause this girl harm.

Or at least to frighten her, possibly to prevent her

from stirring up an investigation.

And why, sergeant?

What is it they're trying to cover up?

Please, Don Diego, I have thought

and thought about this, and I have got an answer to it,

but you keep asking all the wrong questions.

You have an answer? Sí.

I think the girl should go back to Spain.

Her papers say she's permitted

to come to California to visit her father.

Her father is not here,

so how can I let her stay to visit him?

You there.

Take those things back into the store.

Back into the store.

Make him understand.

You cannot take those things till I get my money.

You'll get your money, I told you that.

Listen to me, señorita.

Either you pay cash or you go get Don Diego,

have him come here and say it's all right to put these

on the de la Vega account.

I tell you, I don't want them on the de la Vega account.

I'll pay for them myself.

I just forgot to bring enough money.

I'm sorry, señorita, but how do I know

that you have enough money?

Because I just told you so.

For all I know,

this could be just another made-up story.

Is this man causing you any trouble, señorita?

This is no affair of yours, señor.

I work now for the de la Vegas, where she is a guest.

If you cause her trouble, it is very much my business.

You practically called the señorita a liar.

You should apologize for that.

Let him go.

I'm not accustomed to haggling with trades people.

How about these?

Shall I put them in the carriage?

Let him go, and I hope I never see any of those again.

What's the matter? What's going on?

He insulted the señorita, patrón.

Called her a liar.

I did no such thing. I only said...

She was going to take these things and all I said was...

I'm sorry, señor, it was my fault.

I should have told you to let the señorita

take whatever she wants.

Sergeant Garcia has agreed to provide a couple of lancers

to stay with you at all times,

so there won't be any more danger.

Gracias.

But, uh, señorita, this does not change things.

You will still have to return to Spain as soon as possible.

Return to Spain?

I am sorry, but I must insist.

Can't I at least stay until I find my father?

No. The acting comandante of the pueblo de Los Angeles

has given orders that you must return to Spain.

I am the acting comandante.

You have given orders?

Who are you to...?

The acting comandante.

To order me shipped around like a... A bag of grain?

You just wait until my father hears about this.

Or wait until the governor finds out about it. He'll fix you.

The governor?

Yes. He's my father's best friend.

Why, when he finds out you've sent me back to Spain,

he'll have you court martialed.

But one moment, señorita.

Couldn't we talk this over?

I could send a courier to Monterey to ask him.

I mean, if it's all right with the governor

for you to stay here, it's all right with me.

You... You never told me that your father knew the governor.

Did he? Yes.

Well, supposing he writes back to Sergeant Garcia

and says that he's never heard of Miguel Cabrillo?

I don't care.

Anita, I know you're upset,

and I understand how you feel,

but this sort of thing, this not telling the truth,

well, it can only makes matters worse, not better.

Even when I tell the truth, no one believes me.

I believe you.

Gracias.

And I have an idea. Come.

Could anyone else have opened the mail sacks before you?

What about one of your drivers? One of your helpers?

I'm sorry, señor, it is not possible.

For many years there was nobody drove the coach but me.

Somebody could have ridden on the coach

and opened the sacks when you didn't know it.

But I wrote the letters and I mailed them.

What happened to them? They couldn't just disappear.

This I cannot answer.

Gracias, señor.

Sorry to have troubled you again.

Wait a minute. It's not just what I say,

but I have proof I received letters from my father.

They're in my trunk at the hacienda,

every one he ever wrote to me.

Could you tell anything by these letters?

Whether they were mailed in Los Angeles or not?

That is possible.

Why don't you bring in one or two and let me look at them?

I mean, if you really have them, señorita.

Come in.

You're writing a letter to the governor?

Sí, Don Diego. I thought I could tell him

exactly what happened, and then...

Anita, she's a little upset.

It's not... Well, it's not literally true

that her father's a friend of the governor.

I should have known.

The señorita, she is a little reckless with the truth.

She's even reckless with the things she makes up.

Never mind this now, sergeant.

I think we can prove just how much of her story is true

and how much is imagination.

You'll see whether or not I'm telling the truth.

I'll let you read some of the letters.

And if he wasn't here in Los Angeles,

well, how would he know some of the things he wrote about?

Even describing the crown

on the statue of the Virgin at the...

They're gone.

The letters are gone.

You don't have to laugh at me or even wink about it.

Anita, please. Anita. They were there.

I had them all tied together with a ribbon.

The sergeant meant nothing by it.

No one will believe me.

Everything goes wrong.

Now, now, go ahead and have a good cry.

All right, even if the girl tells the truth,

what does it mean?

Somebody has deceived her,

led her here to California under false pretences,

and I still say she will be better off back in Spain.

But I just want to make sure she has a chance to get back.

Before anything happens.

What do you intend to do?

I understand that there is a trading ship expected.

I will enquire about accommodations for a passenger.

The summers I spent with my grandparents in Castile,

after my mother died.

It was a beautiful place.

So impressive and...

And so many servants.

But always a lonely place for a little girl.

Sometimes I would ask them about my father,

what he was like,

but they always would hurry and change the subject.

Well, señorita, they could have had their reasons.

His family wasn't nearly so wealthy,

and they never quite forgave my mother

for marrying him, I could tell that.

I think they made him promise to stay in California,

but I never knew exactly why.

Well, now, wouldn't you like to rest a while? Hm?

No, I'd like to go out on the patio and sit for a while.

So pleasant and cool out there.

Señorita.

Sí?

Do not lose hope.

You will find your father.

He's the only one I have left in the world.

I have to find him.

♪ Lonely guitar ♪

♪ Is there no one Who loves us? ♪

♪ Lonely guitar ♪

♪ Not a soul seems to care ♪

♪ The stars in the sky Look like teardrops ♪

♪ Because I've been crying ♪

♪ And the breeze seems to sigh ♪

♪ As I whisper my penance In prayers ♪

♪ Lonely guitar ♪

♪ Now our song Is a sad song ♪

♪ Longing we are ♪

♪ For someone to adore ♪

Oh, Diego.

No, no, please. Continue. It's lovely.

I was merely passing the time.

I would like to ask you something.

In your father's letters,

did he ever mention how far away

his hacienda was from the pueblo?

In which direction it was?

There were so many things he wrote about,

and yet I realize now how little he ever really told me,

either about himself or the way he lived.

Mostly, I think I just read between the lines.

Well, do you think it's possible that he could be a soldier?

A tradesman?

Maybe even a vaquero?

Oh, no. He'd be of the upper class.

The reason I ask is that there have been no dons

or caballeros arriving here in the past dozen years

who could possibly be your father,

but, of course, the other people...

Oh, no, that would be hard to believe.

But you still want to find him, huh?

He's my father, isn't he?

Whatever he does in California,

does that change the kind of man he really is?

And if he's alive, we'll find him.

Will you excuse me?

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Well, some sunny day There may come our way ♪

♪ One who will love us ♪

♪ Then my lonely guitar ♪

♪ You and I will be lonely ♪

♪ No more ♪

Eh, señorita?

Sí?

Don Alejandro, he would like to see you, please.

I want to talk to you, my child.

Anita, I want you to know

it has been very nice having you here

at our hacienda as our guest.

I could ask for nothing more pleasant than that,

but we do have to face reality.

I've just learned that a ship is expected

in Buenaventura in the next few days.

I think you should get started back to Spain.

Oh, no, please, Don Alejandro. I've come so far.

Don't send me back without finding my father.

I am thinking only of your own good.

It is a futile search.

And there may be certain dangers for you.

Cresencia.

Sí, Don Alejandro?

The señorita should have her things all packed

so we can leave early in the morning for Buenaventura.

I-I will start packing your things.

No, please. For a while, I'd like to be alone.

Raimundo, can you come here a minute?

Raimundo, listen to me.

Can you take me to the Mission San Fernando?

Did the patrón say for me to do it?

No, they want to send me back to Spain,

but I've got to see the padre who came over

on the ship with me.

I'm sure he'll make them understand.

I'm afraid I cannot do it, señorita.

The patrón, he would not like it.

I can pay you.

One hundred pesos?

Two hundred?

How much do you want?

It is a long trip, señorita.

I will get my compadre,

to make sure everything goes well.

I thought I could fold these

and place them in the trunk if you won't be needing them.

Don Diego, Don Alejandro, come quickly!

Don Diego, Don Alejandro.

Yes, Cresencia, what is it?

The señorita, she is gone. Out the window.

I just came with her clothes and the window was open.

Don Diego.

Look here.

A man's footprints.

Oh, Dios mio.

Cresencia, go find Bernardo. Go quickly. Bring him here.

What do you want with Bernardo?

I just wanted to get her out of the room.

There is work here for Zorro.

You hurry on.

I will ride to the pueblo and notify Sergeant Garcia.

You know, this is all very strange.

There's no sign of a struggle, nothing.

Yes, but she could be in danger.

And if she is, I certainly will feel responsible.

Why did you bring me here? I've been here before,

and this isn't the way to the San Fernando Mission.

If they are looking for you, señorita,

it is safer to come this way.

Don't do that, señorita.

You little wildcat.

Stay where you are.

Stay away from me. Help!

Don't come any closer or I'll jump.

You do that, señorita.

It will save us the trouble of pushing you.

You've gone that far, señorita,

now you'll have to go the rest of the way.

Help!

Help!

Zorro.

Are you all right, señorita?

This is Zorro. I'm safe for now.

Help, Señor Zorro.

Get me out of here. Help me up. Help me up.

Help, Señor Zorro.

Do not leave this world just yet, señor.

At least not until you've answered some questions.

Sí, señor. Gracias.

I owe you my life, Señor Zorro.

I will be glad to answer any of your questions.

Well, my first question is...

what do you have in your left hand?

Zorro, hurry, please!

Help, I'm slipping!

Just be still, señorita.

Don't move and you'll be all right.

Try not to look down, señorita. I'll get you out.

I'm getting a rope.

Oh, Zorro, hurry. - Tornado.

Tornado, here.

Grab this, señorita.

It's too far away. I can't reach it.

I'm coming down to get you.

Just hold on tight, señorita. Get a good grip on this rope.

All right, Tornado, go!

Gracias again, Señor Zorro.

Just remember what I told you.

This is not Castile or Madrid.

Anyone who carries money here is in constant danger.

But a young lady who rides out in the night with a bag of gold,

well, she's asking for the trouble she's bound to find.

I'm sorry, but I couldn't just stay here

and let them send me back to Spain.

Promise you will not try anything so foolish again.

I promise only one thing:

If my father is alive, I'll find him.

And I can't do this by sitting in my room.

♪ Zorro, Zorro ♪

♪ Zorro, Zorro ♪

♪ Zorro ♪

Next week, a shadowy figure in the night.

Holds the key to the mystery that baffles Zorro.

If the rich señorita is willing to pay

so many pesos for her letters,

she will pay even more for her papá.

You've got one minute to live!

You and your fancy daughter.

Next week, you'll share in solving the greatest mystery

that ever faced the adventurous Zorro.