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When tatters are pointed at innocent hearts And muskets are ready to

fire

Where tyrants ride high and govern with fear as the forces of evil conspire.

Then from out of the night, my hero must rise with courage that evil a mask

won't disguise. They turn to the man called Zorro.

Zorro! One who's larger than life and defender of all. He's this man who the

people acclaim.

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

A hero whose name is Sorrow.

His name is Sorrow.

Éviez -moi à cet air, s 'il vous plaît, Philippe.

My French may be a little rusty.

I have plenty of time during the voyage to La Horefront to brush up.

Well, Lavra is on the northwest coast of France.

From there, it's inland to Paris for a week, then south by coach to Beaumont

the Bordeaux region, 8 ,000 miles away from California.

Now, the French have no need of Zorro.

I need a rest, a vacation.

With the Alcaldes away for three months and Mexico City, what better time to

visit La Belle for?

I'll call it and keep an eye on it.

Bandito's face.

No.

Just in case.

All the way out.

Felipe.

This is where I get home.

Have you been to Walmart town before, sir?

No, but it's okay.

I'm looking forward to the tranquility of a country village, wouldn't you say?

Must be trying to make me feel at home.

And again,

I think someone already did.

Oh, Diego.

She probably has a cell room.

What was my dinner?

I can't get you.

I need my assistant. Let me go down.

Ah,

monsieur! For someone who just hopped off the coach, you choose sides first.

Well, we all make mistakes.

I'm Simone Dupre, monsieur.

Diego de la Vega at your service.

And you are?

Picotin.

De la Vega.

That's Spanish?

Yes, but I'm from California in the Americas.

California, huh?

Never heard of it.

Why do you think of a little town so far?

Is it usually this energetic?

We're as famous for making troubles as we are for making wine.

We've been through a revolution.

But that was years ago.

Yes, and now everyone smiles and says they're happy. Only because they don't

want to end up in jail.

But the royalists... would still like things just the way they were 50 years

ago. So nothing's really been settled after all.

Which side are you good people?

Are old Californians as nosy as you?

Are old Californians as handsome as you?

Well, no, I'm actually one of the plainer ones.

Well, thank you for the lesson in French politics. I should get my things

together. There you are, you credulous cockroach.

My purse is empty. My belly is empty.

And the unkindest coat of all, my jug is empty.

My master.

This is very kind of you, sir.

I usually have to grab him by myself.

And where a devil is healed in...

Considerable. I can see that. Who is he?

You heard of the musketeers? Of course.

Adamus, Athos, and Porthos.

They were members of Louis XIII's elite guard nearly 200 years ago.

When the musketeers retired, he gave them Chateau Beaumont.

I passed it on the way in. It's magnificent.

That's where they all lived.

They had wives and children, except for Adamus.

He ended up in a monastery.

So the chateau is still owned by the descendants of the musketeers. In a way,

you see, it was seized during the revolution.

I asked for wine and you get me water.

Allow me to introduce Porthos, the great, great grandson of Porthos, one of

original musketeers.

Find that hard to believe.

Oh, be careful. Here comes trouble.

If I count juice back, he commands the gap.

Drunk again.

There was a time when I thought of you as a threat.

But not anymore.

I'm no longer a threat.

Thank you.

from a new perspective.

The hair in your nose needs clipping.

What if you tell me what's going on here?

Jusac and I are not the closest of friends.

He hates my master's guts.

He won't even breathe with a mare.

Jusac won't even go to the Picatin.

We are not the closest of friends.

After the Revolution, all private property was restored to his rightful

But Jusac decided to keep this chateau for himself.

Can't you take your case to a court of law?

Jusac is the law.

All that matters is the ring.

The ring.

The chateau is the property of whoever possesses the signet ring given to the

musketeers 200 years ago by Louis XIII.

It bears the Beaumartin coat of arms.

Jusac stole it for my father.

Without it, there's no proof we ever owned the property.

The blood's rushing to my head. I'm sure this is not good for me.

I think they are letting you go.

Listen, excuse me.

We are with him. We're from California, on vacation.

We are waiting for you.

Shusak will torture him. Be good to him.

Perhaps you were telling the truth, Monsieur de la Vega.

And you're not a spy.

But that makes you a very foolish man.

You see, I would have made something up just to stop the pain.

I am Amélie, la Comtesse de Vérignon.

And you are in my house, on the rue Fontaine.

Diego de la Vega thanks you from the bottom of his heart, Comtesse.

I'm afraid a disagreeable fellow by the name of Jusac will not thank you for

helping me.

Jusac is a swine.

But why spoil a beautiful morning talking about Jusac?

I want to know all about you, Monsieur de la Vega.

Me? I'm really just a very ordinary fellow from California.

Somehow, I don't think you're telling me the truth.

Fifteen minutes to eight.

Only fifteen minutes?

I demand to see the maitre d'.

Picotin, did they bring wine by any chance?

Master.

A little water, Master.

The last time I drank this much water was when I fell in a

bath. Open wide.

How long do you think they'll keep us here?

Attacking of the count?

Three months.

Maybe six.

Then we won't be there when D 'Artagnan and Arthus arrive.

Don't imprisonment scramble your brains.

D 'Artagnan and Arthus have been dead nearly 200 years.

No, no, no, sir.

Arthus' great -granddaughter fled to England. She married and had a son.

He must be about your age now. And D 'Artagnan's family?

Went to the Americas.

They figured the United States already had their revolution, so what would go

wrong? There is a son about my age. Wow.

What an incredible coincidence.

And they're coming here?

Remember, sir, I come from a long line of faithful servants.

I'm just interested in job security.

So I wrote to them. They are coming to help us win back what rightfully belongs

to the thrifty.

But, Drusak, it's so powerful.

What if we fail?

It can take too much of this.

The service is terrible.

Terrible.

Oh, dear.

What is it, sir?

I think we have an interesting logistical problem here, Picotin.

How the devil do I go to the bathroom?

You know, you can stay here as long as you like.

Thank you.

I really should return to the inn.

I have business to attend to before I leave for California.

I hope it's not too tight business.

Oh, no.

I have no intention of taking on the Viscount Jusac.

No, I came to Beaumont town to learn about making wine.

I have a number of vineyards to visit.

Then you'll need a horse for the rest of your stay.

My stables are at your disposal.

Oh, thank you. You're very kind.

You wouldn't happen to have a black stallion by any chance?

I'm sorry, I don't.

Don Diego may not be able to do anything about Viscount Shusack, but before

dawn, sorrow rides.

Who the blazes are you?

What did you say, Admiral?

Monsieur.

What do you want, monsieur?

A fiesty?

Now be so kind as to accompany me to Porthos and Picotin.

No men will remain here.

Forget the rude intrusion, Countess.

The name is Le Renard. Remember it well.

Capture him!

Bonjour, Monsieur Diego.

Bonjour, Simone.

Diego!

You're free.

We were concerned about you. What happened?

The Vicomte Jusac tried to question me in his inimitable fashion.

I must admit, he did stretch my patience somewhat.

You'll never guess what happened to us.

A masked man overpowered the second and forced him to let us go. He said his

name was Monsieur Le Renard.

Le Renard?

What? Why would anyone want to call themselves the Puppet Academy?

Hey, watch where you're going, you pretentious Puppin' J.

Excuse me, but I tend to ignore unwashed pigs.

Nobody talks to me like this, monsieur.

Master, this pig would like to be skewered and roasted.

Your name was your pig, so I'll know what to have carved on your tombstone.

Porthos.

My reputation with Thor makes you think twice.

No.

It's good that I've traveled 500 miles to see you.

I've done it.

Poor Thor.

Welcome.

That was close.

The Paris coach.

Things will be different from now on, man.

The three of you will triumph over Jussac and reclaim your rightful

Picotin, I realize your education hasn't been the best, so let me enlighten you.

One, two.

Where's the third? Where's D 'Artagnan?

Gentlemen, I present to you D 'Artagnan, your brother in

arms.

Grandfather, perhaps?

Monsieur Picotin?

You don't imagine he's a woman.

Or simply flamboyant.

I have a message for you.

He's not coming.