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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

confider Then from out of the night a hero must rise with courage that

even a mask won't disguise.

They turn to the man called Zorro.

Zorro! Oh, he'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.

Who's in there?

Go deeper in yourself.

Let yourself go deeper, deeper.

Let me have control.

You're no longer Pedro Gonzalez.

You're now a chicken.

I believe it was Dr.

Franz Mesmer. He developed the technique.

Yes, until Benjamin Franklin declared him a charlatan. Oh.

Bravo!

Thank you. Thank you.

You've just noticed the power of the mind.

You can accomplish miracles with my help.

For only five pesos, any of you, I can relieve your pain, your every ache.

The only thing you're going to be relieving us of is our money.

Obviously, you're a skeptic, senor.

Such people often make the best subjects.

Look into my timepiece.

Focus on it.

Concentrate. Let yourself go.

Deeper. Let me have control.

Release yourself.

Let go.

Feel it.

Feel it.

What do you feel, Mendoza?

I feel hunger.

It's time for lunch.

The people of Los Angeles will not be giving you any of their money, senor.

Welcome, doctor.

You were looking at my timepiece, weren't you?

Yes.

Take this rock and throw it through that window.

What was that?

Very good.

The sergeant was right.

The people of Los Angeles won't be giving me any of their money.

I'm going to take it.

And you're going to help me, aren't you?

Yes.

Good.

And you will do exactly as I tell you.

Is that perfectly clear?

Yes.

Good.

Now, when you hear the words, let's say it should be something classical,

something literate, something these fools will never know.

Yes. When you hear the words et tu, Poutet, you will return to yourself. Do

understand? Yes, I understand.

Good.

You must be rewarded for tolerating these.

ignorant territorial settlers, these unsophisticated rubes, just to earn a

living.

Speaking of which, this Puebloza Calde must have his safe where he keeps the

garrison's payroll.

Bring me that money.

And then break into the bank and bring me all the cash you find.

Where else is there money?

The tavern. There's money there.

Yes. Bring me the tavern's money as well.

Now.

You must be clever and cunning like a fox.

Let's get to it.

The sooner I'm out of this little dusty town, the happier I'll be.

We'll meet at the crossroads.

Get on with it.

Lorenzo Lozano, you're under arrest.

For medical quackery and charlatanism. I beg your pardon. I'm a doctor of

sciences, general and specific. A man of letters.

I see.

I've traveled the world.

Take him away.

No.

Private. Impound this embarrassment.

See you.

Ah, Diego. Glad you're home.

Taylor just made this for me. What do you think?

Not bad, huh?

Here you go.

Okay, you're relieved I

told

you man you have to be alert He's dangerous.

What?

Come on, man.

Oh,

what are you doing here?

People of Los Angeles, here is the evidence.

The myth of Zorro is simply that, a myth.

The reality is, he's a common thief. Why would Zorro steal our tax money?

Why would he kick me in the face?

Zorro wouldn't do that. He's a good man.

It's Zorro. He's robbing the bank.

A good man, is he?

Yes, it's got to be an imposter.

What imposter could do this?

Blackers, seal off the block.

Fire!

That Zorro could be a thief? There has to be some explanation.

Yes, Mendoza, but what?

Bye.

Hasta luego.

Hasta luego.

I

knew

you would come.

You should know that someone has been impersonating you.

Cash drawer, senorita.

Zorro.

What are you doing?

Lovely as you are, you ask too many questions.

The money, now!

Sergeant.

Sergeant.

Look into the mirror.

Steady it.

time for this.

The accountant's office, the bank, and now the tavern have all been robbed by

Zorro.

Zorro?

Correct. So just leave me alone.

Besides, I don't believe in this mesmerizing thing.

I'm too smart for that.

Have you completely lost your mind?

Untie me!

Diego?

Diego?

Yeah, I probably stayed at the tavern last night.

Just as well he was in a rotten mood anyway.

Be reasonable, Felipe.

It's been a long night. We're both tired.

What will it take to convince you that I'm not under any sort of spell?

Now, suppose I recite some Shakespeare.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate

than.

You remember that.

Shakespeare's 18 songs.

How could a man under a spell remember romantic lines of poetry?

This is really funny.

Professor Lozano?

Time for breakfast?

I'm not hungry.

Not even for fresh, hot tamales?

No.

You know an awful lot about food, don't you, Sergeant?

Well, did you say I never met a tamale I didn't like?

Yes.

This?

It's a very nice tamale.

Beautiful, wouldn't you say?

Focus on it.

Think about the succulence, its aroma, its flavor.

It's just a matter of finding something of interest.

Open the door.

Thank you.

Oh, wait.

You should be rewarded.

You've just been promoted to commandant of this entire garrison.

Congratulations.

Lancer!

Where have you been, Diego?

Your bed wasn't even slept in.

My books, father.

I was up all night reading.

You're amazing, Diego.

Zorro's running amok and you're buried in your books.

Perhaps Zorro is finally showing his true colors.

Don't say that, son.

Especially after all that Zorro's done for the people of Los Angeles.

You know something? That's enough to have made Julius Caesar utter his

words. Et tu, Brute?

What? You heard me.

Zorro, I don't understand. Why does he change so drastically?

Zorro? What did he do?

Well, after he cleaned out the bank and the Alcalde Seix, he went into the

tavern and he robbed Victoria.

A man of such high principles.

Let's face it, he's a common criminal.

Felipe.

Felipe.

What is it?

What's wrong?

I hit you.

I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I wasn't myself.

Really?

A trance.

It must have been that good doctor. That traveling... Lozano.

Another ruthless purveyor of unknown evils we're better off avoiding.

Come on.

I think it's time we paid the good doctor a visit.

Target! The prisoners are scared!

I beg your pardon?

You're not questioning my authority, are you, Private?

Private! Have you lost your mind? As commandant of this garrison, I could

you shot at a spatula such insubordination.

You could have me shot.

The man's lost his mind.

Lances, I want that prisoner caught.

I want that prisoner caught now.

Did you do as I ordered?

Yes.

Do you have the money?

Yes. Where is it? Give it to me now.

I will kill anyone who stands in my way.

Fool, I'm your master.

You're not supposed to kill me.

No one can stop me.

Please.

Look, you can have the money. I don't want it. You can have it all.

You must leave California permanently.

Yes, I will.

I'm leaving.

Yes, I could put Lozano behind bars, but he'd soon realize that his instructions

to me were carried out by Zorro, and that kind of information in his hands

be a dangerous thing indeed.

Oh, don't worry.

Lozano thinks he's smarter than he truly is.

Justice has a way of catching up with such men, wherever they may go.

And I found all the bank's money back in the vault.

Of course.

Now that Zorro knows I am the new comandante of the garrison, he will do

anything to avoid my considerable wrath.

Then why would Zorro steal all our money and then return every last peso? You're

victorious, Rikers. Much more than meets the eye here.

It is obvious.

He's afraid of my ruthless power.

Even Private DeSoto said that the stolen tax money has been put back in the

cuartel safe.

Private the sergeant.

Either the sergeant has completely lost his mind, or he's under some sort of a

spell. Perhaps a plate of fresh tamales will cure the sergeant's delusion, huh?

Gentlemen.

I certainly have nothing to say to you.

Victoria, for whatever I've done, I truly apologize.

It wasn't me.

Oh, it was you, all right.

Oh, it was something deep inside me.

An irrational force.

Perhaps a dark side we all share, unleashed by a dangerous mental science.

The same irrational force that seems to have Sergeant Mendoza in its grip.

So now you're free from this force?

This dark side?

Yes.

Completely.

How can you be sure?

I'll let you be the judge.

I want...

Timing leaves a lot to be desired, Sergeant.

Sergeant, how dare you insult the commandante of the Royal Brigade?

Prepare to die.

That too, Routé.

Laurel, you don't really want to do this, do you, Sergeant?

I have always had the greatest admiration for you.

I have total respect for you. You would not hurt a sergeant, would you?

Well, it was you who drew on me first, amigo.

I drew?

Please, forgive me.