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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, our hero must rise with courage that

even a mask won't disguise.

They turn to the man called...

And offender of all is this man who the people acclaim.

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

A hero.

Indeed. Mendoza, do you know what this is going to do to people?

Well, I have always said, Senorita Escalante, a good man should be home in

by midnight.

Then why do I find you in the tavern so late every night? Oh, that's because a

good sergeant is always vigilant for the welfare of his men.

That's exactly what I was going to say, Don Diego.

Now, what's this about a proclamation?

A curfew. Can you believe it?

Well, that's only while the alcalde has gone to Santa Barbara.

He's attending a tribunal on political corruption.

Indeed. There's an expert witness, no doubt.

I forgot.

He's gone for two whole days.

I hate to disappoint you, Mendoza.

Alcalde!

What are you doing back here? Is something wrong?

Not at all.

I had a revelation, like St. Paul in the desert on his way to Damascus. My place

is here with my people.

Sergeant, how much do you earn in a month?

20 pesos.

Oh, alcalde, please, not another coin pay.

Make it 40.

Senorita, as always, your beauty brightens our Puebla.

You should have seen him in the plaza. He even doubled Mendoza's salary.

But a man doesn't shed his personality like a snake sheds an old skin.

Did I ever tell you the story about the crocodile and the little rabbit on the

riverbank? The crocodile turns to the little rabbit and says, Hop on my back

I'll take you across to the other side.

The little rabbit said, Oh, no, you'll eat me.

The crocodile said, No, never.

I've changed my ways.

Little Rabbit hopped on his back and across they went.

Halfway across the river, Crocodile turns and swallowed the Little Rabbit.

Little Rabbit yelled, You lied to me!

Crocodile just shrugged.

What did you expect, Little Rabbit?

After all, I'm only a crocodile.

So what you're saying is that the Alcalde is up to something.

Right. It wouldn't be the first time, Diego.

But what?

Are you expecting someone?

No.

Buenos dias, Don Alejandro. And to you, Sergeant Mendoza.

I bring felicitations from the alcalde.

He would be honored if you all would join him tonight at the tavern at 8 o

'clock. He is having a banquet for all his caballero friends.

Why do I feel like the little rabbit, Diego?

Rabbit?

Oh no, Don Alejandro, he is serving roast chicken.

What's this?

The Alcaldi?

You haven't been practicing the Zora's sword again, have you?

You're absolutely positive.

Hmm.

Let me show you a little experiment I've been struggling with.

Perfectly clear, yes?

These are the patterns left by my fingertips.

And you know the interesting thing, Felipe, is that I've discovered that no

patterns are alike.

Are you still certain you weren't using Zorro's sword?

The truth can never be hidden.

Which reminds me, I mustn't be late for the Alcalde's banquet.

Do I think the Alcalde might have changed?

I wish that were true, Felipe.

And if a man makes an effort to improve himself, then we should make every

effort to support him.

However, remember your Shakespeare.

One may smile and smile and be a villain.

There once was a girl named Victoria.

Whose beauty was simply glorious

for want of a kiss.

I'll tell you something.

Courting her would not be laborious.

More wine for my friends, dear lady.

A good Val di Pena Calais.

My pleasure, Alcantara.

A good claret should be warm and soft.

And the color of red rubies and inviting is a woman's lips.

Musician. Let me see what you have, Sergeant.

It's getting warm out there.

Can I help you, Don Diego?

What do you think of our new Alcalde?

I really don't know.

He does seem different.

He does, doesn't he?

But if he has truly changed, we owe him the opportunity to at least prove

himself. Indeed.

But I gather you're not actually taken with him.

Oh, please, Don Diego, don't be silly.

Although you do have to admit, he is quite charming, isn't he?

Leaving, Yvonne Alejandro?

Yes, I am, Alcantara.

I don't want to be the first Los Angelinos arrested for breaking the

Ah, the curfew.

The curfew.

The curfew is rescinded!

I'm very pleased to know that.

And so am I.

Well, however, I must off to bed, have to get up early, so many poor peasants

help. It's been a delightful evening. Good night, ladies and gentlemen.

Senorita, I am yours to command.

I would have never thought it possible.

Unbelievable.

He even rescinded the curfew.

Los Angeles will be a different place from now on.

I thought I told you that this Pueblo is under official curfew. But you don't

butt me, you blemish on the face of this garrison.

And you, your establishment is open past curfew.

This is a fine of 200 pesos, payable by noon tomorrow.

After tonight, you will be wearing the uniform of a latrine officer's

What is this?

This is your fault.

It is?

Why? My quarters come within the area of your responsibility.

This is nothing more than shoddy workmanship.

First I'm sent on a fool's errand to Santa Barbara. Then I return to find the

entire Pueblo breaking my curfew, and now this.

It's obvious to me that I cannot sleep in quarters without security.

So tonight I will be sleeping in your room.

Where will I sleep?

Try the stable.

I don't understand.

One minute he's a nice guy.

The next minute he's a monster.

You sleep in the stable.

It can't be locked.

Last night it was wide open.

Alcalde!

There. Two hundred pesos.

So much for your generous offer to repeal the curfew last night. Repeal it?

would I? And we all thought you had changed.

A good claret should be as warm and inviting as a woman's lips. Ha!

Who said that? You did.

And you were actually quite charming.

Although I never would have thought a man would cling to such devious debts

200 pence.

It couldn't be.

It couldn't possibly be.

Did you try turning the handle?

Buenos dias, Sergeant Mendoza.

You know, I think the lock on this door has a curious habit of sticking.

Oh, I was wondering if you could go down to the port of San Pedro for me. I'm

expecting a consignment of books that should have arrived by a ship this

morning. That will take all day.

Ah, si.

Then perhaps you should stop along the way, have something to drink, perhaps a

little lunch.

Oh, mil gracias, alcalde, mil gracias.

How long has it been since your last confession, my son?

Let me think.

Fifteen years.

The reason I'm here, Padre, is that I might die very soon.

Someone is in Los Angeles to kill me.

That's odd.

Personal effects from his desk.

And yet there are two different sets of fingertip patterns on each of these

items.

Now, Calde doesn't seem the sort of man to let anybody else sit behind his desk,

does he?

I think it's time to saddle Tornado.

Where's that imbecile going now?

I sent him to San Pedro so that we could be alone.

I knew it was you.

Mother wrote to me and told me that you were in Venezuela. You wanted for murder

and armed robbery.

Ah, yes, dear mother.

But then she always liked you best.

Then you're the one who sent me to Santa Barbara.

Then why did you come back so early?

On the road north, I met... The very man who supposedly sent me that letter. But

what is the purpose of all of this?

I'm in trouble.

Where better to hide than in a twin brother's skin?

How long do you think you could fool these people?

They love me.

You're not well -liked, Louise.

Notice I used a past tense.

You wouldn't kill your own brother.

Oh, no.

No, just a ride in the desert.

No food, no water.

The buzzards will do the rest for me.

Time to go.

Oh, polished, precise.

The technique of a true gentleman.

However, you'd never lark on the back streets of Caracas.

Seize him!

No, seize him!

I believe I can resolve this, T 'Lama, gentlemen.

You can prove that I'm the real Ocalde?

I'm the real Ocalde.

Then I shall give you both the opportunity to prove your points.

On guard.

You both have the same appalling basic technique.

Probably learned from the same fencing master when you were children.

However, the true Alcalde will remember the only time I ever acted alone with

him.

Of course I do.

How could you?

I became quite incensed, as I recall, and cut you on the right arm.

The true Alcalde will still bear that scar.

I'll wager you never thought you'd remember that day with gratitude.

Introductions are in order, I think.

Never go back to prison.

You are a dead man!

off, senor.

Here.

This town isn't big enough for two Alcaldees. And he was so pleasant.

Such an improvement.

Vincente is a murderer and a thief, senorita.

Is that why you helped him?

I wasn't helping you, Alcalde.

Anyone who behaved as deceitfully as your brother.

Clearly didn't have the good of the Pueblo in mind.

He was so charming.

He impersonated you so... badly.

And don't forget, better the devil you know than the devil you don't.

So it is, Alcaldes.

My father tells me I missed quite a skirmish this morning.

I never knew you had a twin brother.

We don't speak of him. Well, at least he's in jail.

No, he's not.

By now, he's halfway to the border.

You let him go? I don't understand.

I think I do, Father.

After all, he is the Alcaldes' brother.

Exactly.

If you'll excuse me.

There's hope for him yet?

Where have you been?

To San Pedro to pick up your books from the ship.

Books? Ship?

I never gave you such orders. You are a malingerer. Your pay is hereby cut in

half. Oh, no, back to 20 pesos.

Your pay is already 20 pesos. Half of that is 10.

I don't get it.

Yesterday he treated me like his own brother.