All language subtitles for Zorro s03e14 Dirty Tricks

When tigers are pointed at innocent
hearts, and muskets are ready to fire.

When tyrants ride high and govern with
fear, as the forces of evil

confire. Then from out of the night, a
hero must rise.

This is the one who

strikes back for the poor and oppressed,
a hero.

Buenos dias, Sarge. Good to have you.
May I join you?

Looks as if the entire population of Los
Angeles is eating here today. All 700

of them.

The town is getting far too crowded.

Buenos dias.

My name is Ignacio. I'll be your waiter
this afternoon. Today, we have a lovely

pollo zorro. That's chicken roasted with
onions and a lot of chili peppers. It's

hot, hot, hot.

Served on a skewer, bathed in a black
bean sauce.

and resting on a delightful saddle of
tornadoes. It's very nice. I'll take

please. Felipe should be here any
moment.

Excellent. Thank you.

Tell me, Sergeant, if the Alcalde is
running the tavern, then who is running

office?

Sergeant, you're wanted at once.

Pull it in.

Stick it out.

Oh, Sergeant, you are a disgrace to the
uniform.

Speaking of which, try this on.

It's a new uniform I just designed.

And if it looks good on you, it'll look
good on anybody.

Oh. And I almost forgot. This place
looks like a pigsty.

And by tomorrow morning, I want pink
lace on all the windows.

Excuse me, Alcalde, but I don't think
pink lace curtains are standard

issue. Then pay for them from the
Pueblo's Taxi, Sergeant.

Now, if I don't see freely pink lace by
tomorrow morning, I guarantee you heads

will roll.

Why don't you try on the uniform?

most unsettling dream.

Señorita Galante wouldn't act like that
if she were Alcalde, would she?

Well,

Sergeant, some people believe that
dreams are just another means for

our innermost feelings, our hopes, our
fears, that in some inexplicable way we

end up making them come true.

Madre de Dios.

I hope not.

Diego, you're right.

Sometimes dreams do come true in a
strange, roundabout kind of way.

What are these?

Sergeant, can you explain this?

Oh, si, Don Diego.

The alcalde feels that the plaza's too
congested. This is his new tethering

If you tie your horse, you put 50
centavos in the box. If you don't put

centavos in the box, your horse gets
taken to the municipal corral, and you

be fine.

That's a dreadful idea, sir.

This town is getting far too crowded.

Madre de Dios.

That's what you said in my dream.

What is this? It is a voucher, senor, a
reimbursement voucher.

Your voucher won't pay my rent.

Give me my vegetables back. Relax,
amigo, you'll be paid.

When?

When will Carlos see his money?

The garrison is unfortunately suffering
from an embarrassing cash flow problem

at the present due to budgetary
constraints stemming from a certain

impecuniousness in the territorial
coffers.

So, in other words, you're broke.

I refuse to allow my men to starve
because of bureaucratic red tape in

They must be fit, always on the alert
for forces of evil lurking in this

And that includes that archfiend, that
menace to society. Let me guess.

Me?

Hit the ground, a dead man, senor.

Hold your fire!

What do you want?

An honest day's pay for an honest day's
work.

These people cannot exist on credit. Pay
them.

Impossible. This pueblo is operating on
a deficit and short of raising taxes,

which I have sworn never to do. Spare me
the political rhetoric.

You have 6 ,000 pesos.

You're safe.

I can't.

What?

That is the reward money for your
capture.

No one is ever going to collect it. So
why not use it for something worthwhile?

Now pay them.

No. The people of Los Angeles are
willing to tighten their belts in

the garrison?

I insist.

Very well.

You still believe the people of this
pueblo support you?

I'll wager that in a free election,
you'd be lucky to get one vote.

Well, maybe one. His own.

The people of Los Angeles respect me.

then why not prove it by holding a fair
and open election?

Or do you choose to govern by
intimidation and fear?

Senor, I would be pleased to hold a free
election.

But an election requires more than one
candidate to run, and since there's no

one to run against me... I will.

What did you say?

If that's all it takes to get you out of
office, you have an opponent.

So be it.

I dream.

It's coming true.

You'll be the finest Delcalde in
California.

And certainly the most beautiful.

I must take my leave.

For your vegetables.

a vote for an alcalde who will see that
your taxes will be spent justly.

For a better water supply. For schools.

And not for pink lace curtains in my
office.

Guess

what?

Victoria has asked me to organize her
political campaign.

Wise choice.

Thank you.

We are going to unseat the desperate de
Soto, Diego.

I know I can count on you two for help.

Well, Felipe's free to do as he chooses,
but as editor of the only newspaper in

the Pueblo, it is my duty to be as fair
as possible to both candidates.

What fair, Diego?

We're talking about Ignacio de Soto. The
word fair doesn't exist in his

vocabulary. Does it follow that we
should exclude it from ours?

Diego, we have a chance for a free Los
Angeles at last.

And I just can't believe that...

No, no, no. Wait, wait.

Good thinking, Diego. I can just see it
now. After impartially weighing all of

the issues in the election, the Guardian
firmly endorses La Señorita Victoria

Escalante as Alcalde.

You're right, Felipe.

every means at his disposal to defeat
Victoria.

But... I must remain neutral, Felipe.

The Los Angeles Guardian has a duty to
the voters of this pueblo.

I applaud your integrity, Diego, if not
your suit.

Please, stop by my office a little
later. I would like to outline for you

five -year expansion plan for the
pueblo.

Excellent. Until eight, then.

Calde.

Sonalita Escalante is very popular.

Relax, sergeants. I have no intention of
losing this election. You see, I'm very

well aware of the fundamental political
verities.

Excuse me, Calde. What is a verity?

I want you to make 500 copies of this
for me by election day.

Comprende? Oh, this verity.

Two thousand pesos. It's all yours.

Provided the Los Angeles Guardian
endorses Ignacio de Soto for the office

Caudi. I knew we spoke the same
language. After all, we're both men of

world. Si, Don Diego?

Democracy.

It's just a plaything we give to the
people when we need them.

We both know where the real power lies,
huh? With men like us, the movers and

the shakers of this world.

I understand the Pueblo funds were at an
all -time low. How did you come by

this?

I took it from Zorro's reward money.

He gave me the idea himself. Isn't that
fantastic?

It does have a certain irony.

Well, what do you say?

2 ,000 pesos is a lot of money.

The Los Angeles Guardian endorses
Ignacio de Soto for the office of

pleasure.

Excellent.

I'm so nervous, Don Alejandro.

What if the Guardian doesn't endorse me?

Rest easy, Victoria. There's no way on
God's green earth that my son is going

endorse Ignacio de Soto.

Trust me.

What now?

My friends, in a few short minutes, the
latest edition

of the Los Angeles Guardian will
announce its endorsement for one of the

candidates. I suggest very strongly that
you heed its wise and informed opinion.

My friends, you have before you a very
simple choice.

On one hand,

Ignacio de Soto.

A man trained for this position. A man
who will labor day and night for your

welfare.

And on the other hand, you have Senorita
Escalante.

that, senorita? Oh,

for heaven's sake. I was five years old.

All right. I took a pencil from Jose
Puro.

But everyone knows it. I've told the
story a million times.

My friends, I want you to ask yourselves
a question.

Is this the kind of person you want to
govern you?

She stole pencils then. What will she
steal now?

Happy to continue to serve as your
alcalde.

The Los Angeles Guardian proudly and
happily endorses Ignacio de Soto for

alcalde of San Diego.

Well,

it's a wonderful town.

You mean you wanted to be endorsed as
alcalde of Los Angeles?

Yes!

I'm so sorry.

Ignacio, you should have been more
specific.

I want my money back now.

Well, I'd love to oblige you, senor, but
unfortunately last night on my way home

I was robbed by Zorro.

He said something about wanting to make
a donation to the Mission Poor Box.

Maybe he wanted to make mints for that
pencil Victoria stole.

Anyway, good luck.

I'll be voting early in the morning.
Avoid the crowd.

It says here that the Guardian thinks
Victoria Escalante is a welcome change

local politics.

Oh, well done, Diego.

Although I have to admit, you had me
worried there for a moment.

Me?

She

can't

win.

Beaten by a woman?

What's wrong, Sergeant?

Father, is it your plant?

Yes.

It just arrived from Europe.

It's in fashion there now.

It's time, Alcalde. So it is. I declare
this polling place closed.

Mendoza, count the ballots.

I will assist.

And so will I.

$5 .99, Señorita Escalante.

$5 .99, Alcalde de Soto.

Oh, that's a tie after all our hard
work, Victoria.

I don't believe it. It's just one more
citizen level.

Oh,

Señorita Escalante, I completely...
forgot to vote.

It will never happen again, I promise.

I declare this polling place officially
reopened for 30 seconds while my idiotic

and absent mind, my, uh... My ever
-faithful and astute sergeant records

civic duty.

Sergeant, it's up to you.

Don't make me do this.

No matter which way I vote, half of the
town is going to hate me.

Not so, Sergeant!

There's a fuse that runs right into the
armory.

So it's a shame I can't come into this
Pueblo for a pleasant chat without

to resort to such dramatic schemes.

The sergeant was about to elect me a
colonel.

That's not true. He was just about to
elect me.

Actually, he was going to elect no one.

I understand there were 599 votes for
each candidate.

That makes nearly 1 ,200 votes cast by
the citizens of Los Angeles.

But at the last census, there were only
700 people in the entire Pueblo.

Yes, my friends.

Someone has been tampering with the
ballot box.

I suggest you vote again in the morning.

That won't be necessary.

I've been waiting for the appropriate
moment.

You see, I've discovered a law written
by King Ferdinand II in

1484. A wonderful law.

a sublime law which forbids females from
holding public office.

Oh, that's absurd.

That was over 300 years ago.

Well, that may be, but it is still the
law.

So, if you want to be a colleague, go
right ahead, take office.

You'll be immediately...

I don't know that much about
mathematics, but if Zorro's calculations

correct, the señorita had 599 votes. You
only had 99, because the 500...

And this is 1820, and we're still forced
to live by the laws of the old world?

Even so, you put up a great fight.

I salute you.

You may have lost the battle, but don't
give up the war.

Victoria.

Saludos, amigos.

Sergeant.

You are still my friends, no?

By the way, Sergeant, which way would
you have voted?

Oh, no, no, señorita. My lips are
sealed.

I don't want to lose my job.

Or your delicious enchiladas.

Oh, that's a better reason.