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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. Courage that

even a mask won't disguise.

They turn to the men.

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

Sergeant,

no one of the Spanish Empire is crumbling. How many times must I tell

must be eternally vigilant. We must be on our guard 24 hours a day.

Mataza, get over here.

Take off your shoes.

This morning I discovered a single footprint outside the quartel kitchen.

A footprint made by the stains of brushed berries.

Immediately thereafter, I discovered the last basket of the garrison's

blackberries was missing.

Stolen by someone in this pueblo.

I don't see any stains.

No?

Well, perhaps going barefoot will get us some cooperation.

Corporal, take their shoes.

But, Mercante, if the ground is rough, it will cut their feet.

Only until they give us the thief.

Call your men off.

It's all right, Lancet.

Without their shoes, these poor people cannot work their fields.

Are you truly that petty?

I'm merely enforcing the territorial laws against Thievery. Not to mention

Alcalde's love for blackberries.

Then he can eat to his heart's content.

You're missing the point, Zorro.

These people need to be taught a lesson. They're harboring a criminal.

They need their shoes.

All right.

So, Povera, return their shoes.

Povera, return their shoes.

Try one. Very fresh.

They're not the same.

Trust me, they'll taste just as sweet.

Sergeant, take your best men and run him into the ground.

That is Zorro. He's not that easy to catch.

Sergeant, this time you don't come back here without him. See you, okay?

Looks like Zorro got away again.

I want the leader.

That sergeant there.

I will separate him from the others.

Just be careful not to hurt him.

He won't be any good to us dead.

We better head back.

I told you he was no good to us dead.

And we didn't even have a chance to go back for Mendoza's body.

Bandits in the hills, thieves right here under our noses, sorrow continually

evading justice.

We're living in a state of anarchy. Si, alcalde. An armed platoon should be able

to retrieve the poor sergeant. Perhaps.

But first we're going to draw the line right here in this pueblo.

We are going to find out who stole the garrison's blackberries, corporal.

Did you hear?

What? Mendoza has been killed.

Oh, no.

Attacked by bandidos while out on patrol.

Where? North of the Puebla?

Yes. It happened this morning while they were tracking Zorro.

Zorro.

But I'm sure Zorro will avenge his death.

Indeed.

If you'll excuse me, I don't feel very well.

Diego, at a time like this, it's important for all of us to be together.

Sergeant Mendoza.

He was a kind man.

A man of charity, goodwill, great appetite.

To the memory of Jaime Mendoza.

But what if he refuses?

He won't.

Where am I?

What happened?

Jorge Santiago.

My name is... My name is... You don't know your name?

Yes, of course.

My name is... What is my name? He doesn't know.

Who am I?

This is going to be easier than we thought.

We won't have to force him if he thinks he's one of us.

Si.

But carefully, eh?

Don't joke with us, Martinez.

Martinez?

Si.

Malo, Martinez.

Our leader.

Our leader? Our fearless leader.

Martinez, you were grazed by a bullet.

Fired from soldiers at the quartel at Los Angeles.

We have much unfinished business with that pueblo, eh?

Well, why would they shoot at me?

Because we're bandits, amigo.

Ravaging this whole territory.

You're the most feared outlaw in all of California.

I am?

This is true?

Under your command, we've robbed banks, held up military payrolls, killed many

men.

What am I doing in this uniform?

We, uh, we stole it.

That's why the soldiers were after us.

This uniform, it's, uh, part of your plan.

Plan?

What plan?

The one where you cleverly impersonate the sergeant of the Royal Lances.

Oh, of course.

And get us into the garrison quartel so that we can blow up the arsenal without

arms or ammunition.

The Lancers will never be able to stop us from looting the entire Pueblo.

It's a brilliant plan, Martinez.

Yes, it is brilliant.

It's a brilliant plan, isn't it?

I am brilliant.

Oh, si, Martinez.

You're a man to be feared.

Yes. Fearless.

I am fearless.

Fear. They all fear me.

I see.

He's forgotten how he is.

But can he be trusted to help us destroy the garrison arsenal?

Perhaps we should test him first and see how fearsome he really is.

Perhaps Diego should take you back to the tavern. I'll be fine, Don Alejandro.

Although the tavern won't be the same on Friday nights without Mendoza eating my

tamales. Well, then perhaps Diego and I will have dinner there this evening.

That would be very nice.

You know, at times like this, friends mean everything.

They do indeed.

Whoever was here, they've broken camp.

I'm telling where they are now.

Señorita Victoria, a plate of your hot tamales are to die for.

Especially when you make them with those jalapeno peppers and the hot sauce.

Oh, they are just...

Oh, my God.

You're alive.

And you will not be, I assure you, unless you do exactly as I say.

Now sit.

What are you doing, Mendoza?

Malo. Malo Martinez. That's the name.

Malo Martinez.

All right.

What is it that you want, Senor Martinez?

I'm going to steal every last peso from this stinking pueblo.

And I'm going to start with this.

As you ordered, Alcalde.

Perfect, Corporal.

Excellent work.

I'd like to volunteer for the search party to go look for Sergeant Mendoza's

body with the... Corporal, I understand how you feel. Sergeant Mendoza was a

fellow soldier.

But he's dead.

He's not going anywhere.

And I need your help right now in this pueblo to restore law and order.

Is that clear?

Si, mi alcalde.

Sorry.

Mendoza's alive.

Only he isn't Mendoza.

What?

And he took all my money.

Lipe, please try to relax.

Do I think Mendoza's really gone bad?

And that is just the tavern, amigos.

Pueblo de Los Angeles is ripe for the taking.

I have only one question, mi jefe.

Yes, what is that?

Your plan, it is foolproof, but suppose someone tries to stop us. What then?

Someone tries to stop us?

We kill them.

Felipe, listen to this.

From the early Greeks, a severe blow to the head may cause change in humor.

Now, by that, they were referring to a person's disposition or temperament.

how much they laughed. And then, Maio, the Frenchman. He worked with people

suffering from chronic forgetfulness.

He documented memory loss of varying lengths of degree, even manifesting

in extreme personality change.

A blow to the head.

Now, Sergeant Mendoza has truly forgotten who he is.

If his darker side has taken over, then it's time for Zorro to bring back the

Mendoza we know.

He does his sword.

They made sure he was unarmed.

The trail leads back to the Pueblo.

No time to lose, Torvaldo.

You don't think we should wait till night?

No, it's not necessary.

It's past lunchtime. Those lazy lances need their siesta.

You have the fuse in Santiago?

Good.

You know what to do.

Mendoza!

Let's get out of here before it blows.

What are you doing?

Getting rid of the evidence, Sergeant.

Sergeant? Are you crazy? I'm your leader.

Untie me.

Light it.

I'll cut you for this.

Get away from me!

for this later. Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

And I am very hungry, senorita.

Well, eat this, you crook.

No doubt you're hungry, sergeant. You've been a very busy man.

Not really.

I was just having a little siesta and dreaming of these gorgeous tamales.

You don't remember anything about those men who captured you.

And what about stealing my money? Do you remember that?

Why would I steal your money?

I am a sergeant in the Royal Brigade.

He really doesn't remember anything.

I only remember those marvelous tamales.

Well, in that case, come to the tavern, and I will make that dream come true.

Dreams can come true, can't they?

With hard work and lots of faith, I know they can.

Indeed they do.

Glad to have you back, Sergeant.

kidnapping, attempted murder, mayhem, you truly are an enemy of the people.

Those are the men you want, Alcalde. And if you truly care about the people of

this pueblo, you'll pay more attention to their welfare and less to your

for blackberries.

It was you!

You stole my blackberries!

I assure you, Alcalde, I only hunger for justice.

Obviously, your men don't share my appetites.

Sapolvara, it was you!