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Anita, that brooch. Where did you get it?

My father sent it to me for my 12th birthday.

He bought it at a church auction.

What's the matter with the brooch?

It belonged to your mother.

Several years ago,

I gave it to the church to be auctioned off.

You see? Then my father is in Los Angeles.

This proves it.

Well, sergeant, you wanted proof.

What do you say? Does she stay?

She does, Don Diego.

Buenas tardes, Señor Gonzales.

Buenas tardes, Cresencia.

I brought the buggy for Señorita Cabrillo's trunk.

Where is it? It's in her room.

Gracias.

Vulture.

Why did you call me that?

You're... You're just like all the rest of them.

You can't wait to run that poor girl out of Los Angeles.

I just came to get the trunk. Hm.

Sergeant Garcia told me to.

He was supposed to be here. Is he?

He's in the sala talking to Don Diego and Don Alejandro.

If I were you, I wouldn't be in such a hurry

to pick up that trunk.

Don Diego won't let them send the señorita back to Spain.

Oh? I thought that was all settled.

Not as far as Don Diego and I are concerned.

Well, what do you think, Cresencia?

Should I go in there for the trunk or no?

That's entirely up to you. You won't get any help from me.

Ha!

I am sorry, Don Diego,

but you have said nothing to make me change my mind.

We'll just have to talk some more.

No, we will not.

Anita starts back to Spain on today's coach,

and that is final.

You can't do this to her, Father.

Sergeant Garcia is well within the law, and I agree with him.

If you send this girl back to Spain,

she'll never find her father.

Don Diego, the señorita does not have a father,

at least not here in Los Angeles.

Of course she does. He wrote her from here.

Why, he even sent her presents from here.

Presents that do not exist

and letters that vanish.

From the very beginning,

her whole story has been a lie.

That's a rather strong word, isn't it, Father?

And I do not enjoy using it,

but I have no other choice.

There is not one shred of evidence

to support anything that she has said

from the moment that she arrived here.

Don Diego,

just for her own safety,

the señorita should return to Spain.

In the short while she has been here,

if it were not for Zorro, she would have been dead twice.

Someone has been trying to prevent Anita

from finding her father,

and you two are playing right into his hands.

Someone who, Don Diego? Give us a name.

Give us one single thing that we can believe in.

Buenas tardes, Anita.

Buenas tardes, señores.

Sergeant Garcia, my belongings are all packed.

I'm at your disposal.

Gracias, Señorita Cabrillo.

And Don Alejandro,

I wanna thank you for your hospitality.

I was a stranger here and you took me in.

I shall remember only that.

All packed, eh?

Sí.

Well, the coach doesn't leave until 4.

I would prefer to leave now and wait for it in Los Angeles.

Anita, that brooch. Where did you get it?

It's mine. But where did you get it?

What's the matter, Father?

Uh, just a minute, Diego.

Anita, tell me where you got that brooch. I must know.

Do you want the truth,

or shall I tell you something you'll believe?

I deserved that.

No, you didn't,

and I shouldn't have said it.

My father sent it to me for my 12th birthday.

He bought it at a church auction.

What's the matter with the brooch?

It belonged to your mother.

Several years ago,

I gave it to the church to be auctioned off.

It was the fiesta of the discovery of this country.

They were raising money for a new roof.

You were in Spain at the time.

You see? Then my father is in Los Angeles.

- This proves it. - Yes, it does.

Well, sergeant, you wanted proof.

There it is.

What do you say? Does she stay?

She does, Don Diego.

Uh, Anita, I...

I am sorry I said some of the things I did.

Please forgive me.

Señorita.

I'm sorry too.

- Who bought the brooch? - Uh, I do not know.

It was four years ago, and I did not attend the auction.

Well, I'm sure that Padre Vincente

must have a record of it in his journal.

Of course.

I'll get my shawl.

Uh, no, Anita. You stay here.

If we find your father,

we will bring him back here to you.

Don Diego, I came to pick up the señorita's trunk.

I'm sorry, señor,

but there will be no baggage to be picked up today.

The señorita's not leaving just yet.

Mm. Oh.

I think we're about to locate Anita's father.

We have to go in the pueblo first

and take a look at Padre Vincente's journal.

No, no, no, you stay here. Keep an eye on Anita.

I think things are coming to a showdown.

She may be in more danger now than ever before.

He just went into the church. Did you find any gold?

Not a peso. Then let's get out of here.

Wait a minute. What is your hurry?

Well, he can come right over here.

I hope he does decide to come home.

I hate to be kept waiting.

What are you talking about?

What do you got there?

A thousand pesos.

Maybe even 10,000 pesos.

In those letters?

Not in them, for them.

These are the letters from Señorita Cabrillo to her father.

And these are the missing letters

from the father to Señorita Cabrillo.

You mean he is her father?

So it would seem.

Hey, sí.

The señorita will pay many pesos to find out who her father is.

Let's take the letters out to the de la Vega rancho

and sell them to her.

We'll do that later. Right now, let us wait for Papa.

The padre's journal will be in the study.

We can use the side door.

"I will be back within the hour. Padre Vincente."

He would be gone now.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we just took a look at the journal.

Of course not. His door is always open.

He usually keeps it on the second shelf.

Here it is, Father, on the desk.

Good.

Not so good. Look.

- A - page has been torn out.

The exact page we're looking for:

October 12th. How could this happen?

I don't know, se...

Come in, Señor Avila.

Everyone is welcome in Padre's Vincente's study.

Or would you prefer to remain outside and listen?

I was about to knock, Don Diego.

Well, then we've saved you the trouble. Come in. Come in.

What are you doing here? Why aren't you at your store?

And why aren't you at the cuartel?

Well... I asked you first.

If you wanna know, sergeant, I was looking for you.

I thought I saw you come in here.

Looking for me? Why?

Because my store was almost robbed this morning.

Those two vaqueros.

You know, the ones that just started working for you?

Well, they tried to break into my store earlier this morning.

Why didn't you report this to the cuartel?

Search him, sergeant.

If he tore the leaf out of the journal,

he may still have it.

Take your hands off of me.

Stand still. You are under arrest.

One moment. Sergeant, look.

You see this smudge? Well, that's dirt.

Now, whoever tore the page out

probably put his hand down like...

Like this to hold the book, and:

So his hands were more than likely dirty.

Now, Señor Avila, he needs clean hands to sell food.

Oh.

Then the thing to do, Don Diego...

I will search the pueblo.

And when I find a man with dirty hands, I...

Señor Avila, I'm afraid we've done you an injustice.

That's all right, Don Diego.

May I go now, sergeant?

Oh, of course.

If you will excuse me, Don Diego,

I must return to the cuartel for a few moments.

Think of all the people in Los Angeles

who just may happen to have dirty hands,

including Sergeant Garcia.

Padre Vincente is supposed to have a remarkable memory.

But if he can recall who bought a particular brooch

at an auction four years ago...

I just do not believe it is possible.

Well, we'll just have to wait and see.

He's coming back.

I thought you wanted to talk to him.

I have a better idea. What?

If the rich señorita is willing to pay so many pesos

for her letters,

she will pay even more for her papa.

I do not know, Diego. I'm about ready to give up.

Every trail we follow leads to a dead end.

I know how you feel, Father.

If we're not right about this,

I don't know where we'll turn next.

I knew it.

What is it?

It's the page that's missing from Padre Vincente's journal.

You were right.

But why did he leave in such a hurry?

I don't know.

I'm afraid this whole thing is about to blow up.

The best thing that we can do

is to make sure that Anita's safe.

Señorita Cabrillo,

you have taken off your beautiful dress.

You are not going riding.

It's nearly dark, and Don Diego and Don Alejandro

haven't returned yet.

I'm going into Los Angeles to look for them.

But you can't do that.

Oh, can't I?

But there is a muchacho here to see you.

What does he want?

He wouldn't tell me, señorita. He wants to talk to you.

Where is he?

He's waiting for you on the patio.

Do you wish to speak to me, boy?

Are you Señorita Cabrillo?

Sí.

I am to speak to you alone, señorita.

That's all right.

Bernardo neither hears nor speaks.

Please, señorita. I am to speak to you alone.

Very well, then. Come into the sala.

Now, muchacho, we're all alone and no one can hear us.

What is the secret you wish to tell me?

A man said I was to give you this, señorita.

He said you would give me a coin.

This is one of the letters

I wrote to my father.

Where did you get it?

The man gave it to me.

He said the coin might be silver.

The coin? Oh, yes, of course.

Here, this is silver.

It'll bring you a hundred coins.

Oh, no, señorita.

That's all right, you keep it.

Now, who was this man? Who gave you the letter?

I don't know, señorita. It was just a man.

Well, what did he look like?

A man.

Did he say anything?

Is there a message?

Sí, señorita.

He said to come alone and bring your money.

Did he say anything else?

No, señorita.

Muchacho, you'd better be going home now.

You'll miss your supper.

Adiós, muchacho, and gracias.

No, you can't come with me.

My father said I must come alone.

Father! Father!

Buenas noches, Señorita Cabrillo.

You are very prompt.

You sent that letter?

I see you brought the money. Good.

Surely, señorita,

you would not think of leaving without seeing your father.

Go back down the trail and see if she was followed.

Go on.

Are you my father?

I did not want you to know.

Well, señorita, is he worth the money?

Here.

Don't do that, señorita.

But I paid you.

He does not intend to let either of us go.

He is not much to look at, your father,

but he's a very smart man.

What have you there, señorita?

You let us go or I'll shoot.

Raimundo, what's the matter?

Stay where you are, Jose.

The honeybee has a stinger.

And such a tiny one too.

Put down your knife.

As you say, señorita.

No!

Quickly, up on those rocks.

Gracias.

All right, Ruiz. I have the pistol now.

You're not fighting a little girl anymore.

You have only one shot, stablemaster.

We have two.

You are right, scum.

We have only one shot. Which one of you wants it?

I'm gonna climb up there and get behind him.

Servant to horses,

you've got one minute to live.

You and your fancy daughter.

I am sorry, Anita.

If only I had succeeded

in frightening you back to Spain.

But why did you wanna do that?

You heard what he called me, "servant of horses."

Is that what you think of yourself?

No, but I was afraid that you might.

Oh, Father.

Zorro.

Well, señorita, I told you I would put you on a coach

to send you back to Spain.

That was your intention, sergeant.

Yours too, wasn't it, Señor Cabrillo?

It was.

But I am very glad neither one of us succeeded until now.

Señorita, we are...

We are going to miss you very much.

You too, Don Miguel.

That's you. Hm?

Oh, excuse me, sergeant. It's been so long.

Being a gentleman will take a little time getting used to.

As if he'd ever been anything else.

Well...

Next week,

a stranger to Los Angeles.

I was born in a grizzly den

and raised on buffalo milk.

I'm so mean I'll fight a rattlesnake

and give him first bite.

An innocent prank starts him on the road to disaster.

You have insulted Spanish womanhood.

Don't miss a single moment

of this fun-packed adventure,

when the mountain man meets Zorro.

Yoo-hoo!