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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.

and defender of all is this man who the people acclaim.

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

Paris, from Daniel de Rochefoucauld. Without a doubt, the biggest bore in

Europe. His letters are just as bad, full of gossip and little health.

Would you load the painting for me?

Gracias.

Señor,

welcome to Pueblo de Los Angeles. Thank you, my good fellow. You know this

territory well.

Like the back of my hand.

Then tell me something.

Who is the most skillful swordsman in the Pueblo?

You are looking at him.

Sergeant, what about swords... Permit me to introduce myself.

Sergeant Jaime Mendoza.

Undoubtedly the finest swordsman in all of Los Angeles.

Hey,

sit here, senor.

Wherever I go.

The first thing I do is seek out the best swordsman in town.

And then I kill him.

It saves so much time.

Draw your sword, my valiant friend.

Or perhaps you could use a little incentive.

To your health!

You have all the technique of a wounded buffalo.

Prepare to die.

Drop your sword.

Who dares to make such a demand?

Louis Cormont, the Calde of this pueblo, and who might you be?

My name is Thackeray.

Sir Miles Thackeray.

the greatest swordsman in Europe. We must help Mendoza. Senor!

A good sergeant is far from being the best swordsman in Los Angeles.

This is very true. In fact, he's inclined to exaggerate his

His skills with weapons are deplorable.

I wouldn't go that far.

He is not a worthy opponent, senor.

And now, sir, drop your sword.

or I will make you eat it.

The hilt is the hardest part to swallow.

Until

I

choose to leave, I own this town.

Very pretty.

I shall require your best room.

Someone is staying in it.

I shall require your best room immediately.

You would all dearly love to see me dead.

Excellent.

That way everyone knows which side they're on and life is so much simpler.

Why are you still standing here? You have work to do.

Come, señores. I know that you can do better than that.

Now, we have six. Do I hear seven? We have 700.

750 pesos.

Do we have 800? 800 pesos, señores. 800 pesos.

Sold for 800 pesos to the señor from Buenaventura, Rey Astino.

And now, señores, it is my pleasure to announce the selling of my own prize

bowl.

I bid 800 pesos.

I have an offer of 800 pesos.

900. 900 pesos.

Do I hear 1 ,000? 1 ,000 pesos and worth every centavo.

1 ,100.

1 ,100 pesos. Thank you, sir. Do I hear 1 ,200?

1 ,200.

The bidding is closed.

Excuse me, sir.

The bidding is not closed.

You wish to argue about it, amigo?

1 ,700 pesos.

So do the gentlemen with the flat cat!

This English poppin' J, this fat... He has the nerve to bid only 1 ,100 pesos

for a prize bull, and then he promptly declares the bidding closed, Diego.

That is a bit irregular.

No, not only that. When I asked him for my money, he just laughed in my face.

No, no, no. He turned around and saw the bull again for 1 ,500 pesos. Oh, yes,

he paid me, but he kept the difference for himself.

Well, no wonder you're upset.

Of course I'm upset!

But not for myself.

Do you know that this Englishman went around robbing the poor merchants dry

wanted our little Alcalde to do nothing?

After his first encounter with Thackeray, one can hardly blame him.

Well, I have a plan, son.

You and I will ride to Santa Pola.

The Alcalde there, he's my friend, will get additional troops and we shall rid

ourselves once and for all of this monster.

What would be the point?

By the time we return, Thackeray will have simply moved on to greener

You'll see.

You never cease to amaze me, son.

Do you like

it? It's called Patience Sitting on a Monument.

No,

Philippe.

You call this roast beef?

This looks more appetizing.

Now get me a decent meal, or you will be getting a taste of this.

Get it yourself!

Nobody, not even a pretty senorita, talks to me like that.

Take your hands off her.

Diego.

I do believe you're looking for a fight, senor.

Any time, anywhere.

Shall we say ten minutes from now, in the plaza?

I will put you out of your misery.

You have exactly five seconds to live.

One, two, three, four.

Wait.

I think I've twisted my ankle.

I will not kill a man on his back.

It's quite definitely sprained, I'm afraid.

Quite badly.

Then until it is mended, you are living on borrowed time.

Personal valet.

You.

The Ramones never serve.

Oh, you'll serve.

Or I'll hang you by your heels and use you as a piñata.

Clean and press this at once.

Sergeant, fetch me my horse.

I'm going riding.

Do you know how to press a jacket? Of course I do.

Oh, excellent.

The iron is in the back room.

Zorro would have been very proud of you today, Don Diego.

Zorro, that's it.

What about Zorro?

He can put this Englishman in his place.

What makes you think that Zorro wants to rescue you from your valet service?

Oh, it's not just for me, Senorita. It's for all of us. This Thackeray is the

scourge of our entire Pueblo. What did you have in mind, Alcarde?

A truce.

For Zorro?

Desperate times call for desperate measures. I must talk to him.

The table's midnight.

Thor.

When is not your cell, Carly?

Must you deliver your messages in such a theatrical fashion?

Well, I'm here.

You have a proposition.

Yes, teach me how to kill the Englishman.

For a man like Miles Thackeray, there is a fate worse than death, being bested

by another swordsman.

Do you honestly think someone can take Thackeray?

It will take a steady arm and a cool head, but he can be defeated.

Yes, indeed.

Your head, my arm.

Teach me how to defeat Thackeray, and I will grant you a full and absolute

pardon. I believe we have a bargain.

Thackeray is excessively fond of a compound riposte.

A compound riposte, please.

However, the more complex a compound riposte becomes, the more susceptible it

to a ramine.

Or a redoublement.

Remember, Alcalde.

Assortment's greatest allies are time and patience.

Where have you been, you lazy oaf?

Pour me some more wine.

cut you into a thousand pieces.

Let's step outside.

No, we'll settle it here.

Are you sure you don't want to step outside?

Defend yourself.

The county can't follow the simplest of instructions.

You've been taking lessons, but not enough.

Take care now, Candy.

Take care.

Before you die, tell me something.

Who's been giving you lessons?

I have!

Who the blazes are you?

Zorro.

A humble student of the Duc de Montigny.

You've studied with Montigny? Oh, indeed.

The only man ever to beat you in competition.

And, I believe, the reason you're here.

To hide your shame and vent your wrath on men of lesser ability.

You see, Alcalde, how vital it is to perceive the cadence of your opponent's

sequence. Only then can you truly anticipate his next move.

The real secret, as I told you, is to remain calm yourself and anger your

opponent.

Did you read it? You look supremely racist, as always.

Frantini's attacks were always so superb, his defense was never tested to

limit. Who is one weakness with his response after a passata sotto?

Just so.

Did I mention that I added a few touches of my own?

You have five minutes to leave Los Angeles, senor.

Sorry.

Zorro studied under the great Montigny.

Sorry to disappoint you, Alcaldi, but playing the detective will get you

nowhere. Then how did you know about... A letter recently arrived in the Pueblo,

full of gossip, but it did contain one interesting piece of information.

That Thackeray was trounced by Montigny in a fencing tournament in Paris.

Then you read other people's mail?

Something that I would normally frown upon.

But under the circumstances, I think I should be forgiven, don't you?

Hello, Zorro.

Do you remember your promise?

Promise?

I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, simulator.

You said the day that you were free would be the day that you would remove

mask forever.

It would also be the day that I would declare my love.

That's true.

Well, you have been pardoned.

Unfortunately, I think the Alcalde has chosen not to honor our agreement.

Indeed.

You didn't let me defeat the Englishman, therefore you broke our contract.

Zorro saved your life, sir.

Rubbish. Thackeray had a blade to your throat, I believe.

An essential and shrewd part of my plan. I was merely toying with the

individual.

Remember, Alcalde, the secret is to make your opponent angry.

I don't see what that has to do with it.