All language subtitles for Zorro s04e04 Love Potion Number Nine

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 with courage that

even a mask won't disguise.

They turn to the men.

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

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

A hero.

Who's next?

Nobody's seen them.

Alcalde thinks maybe he's offended them
in some way.

De Soto?

Offensive?

Impossible!

Now, now, Don Alejandro.

Hasta luego.

Diego?

I don't know, Diego. Felipe doesn't look
too happy.

Maybe he had problems with his señorita,
huh?

What's the matter?

One little thing.

Felipe, where did you find her?

Oak Creek. You stopped there for water.

I'm sorry, Felipe. What a shame.

Francisco? Don Esteban?

Help me.

Help me.

Water. Water. It's okay. No.

I will get you water.

Dead?

You're certain of that?

It was awful, Alcalde. You could see the
pain in their eyes.

Oh, those poor men.

It sounds like a grisly death.

The sons of Don Carlos Carvajal.

Their eyes were swollen. Their face was
white like ash. It was just terrible,

Alcalde. Just terrible.

How do you think this is going to make
me look?

You? That's hardly the point, Alcalde.

The sons of Don Carlos Carvajal, chief
minister of the colonial office, dead.

In my jurisdiction.

Well, that's it.

My career's over when Madrid hears about
this.

I'll never get a promotion out of here.

How did they die?

Well, perhaps it was evil spirits.

There's an Indian burial ground right
next to the... Sergeant!

Do you think the chief minister of the
colonial office is going to accept evil

spirits? Well, maybe not.

But what if it was the plague?

They could have brought a disease over
from Europe.

Within a week, we could all be dead.

Oh, Victoria, the plague hasn't been
seen in Europe in nearly six decades.

Besides, if they'd have been that ill,
they never would have been able to make

the trip from Spain.

Then how did they die?

Well, it could have been any number of
things.

Thank you, Diego.

Sergeant, we need answers.

And we need them now.

that would have proved faithful to the
Carvajal brothers.

So strange.

Such a mystery.

Mystery and death.

Bad combination.

There's a draft to Francisco and Esteban
Carvajal.

Si, mi alcalde, this is from the boy's
father, the minister Carvajal himself.

Should we send it back?

Well, perhaps there's a return address
inside.

Oh, we shouldn't open it, alcalde.

What is this?

What is this?

Apparently the chief minister was
sending his two sons here to monitor me?

And report back on rumors of a very
popular local folk hero named Zorro?

Isn't that Zorro something?

Even in Madrid they know about him. They
know nothing.

They worry about a local folk hero and
they put me under a spyglass?

And you know why, Sergeant?

Well, maybe I'm... Because of Zorro,
that's why!

Incredible. A common criminal.

I wonder what the chief minister
would... I wonder...

I wonder if the chief minister would
change his opinion about my troubles if

knew that the man responsible for the
death of his two sons is none other than

that local folk hero himself.

You think Zorro killed him?

I know he did, Sergeant.

And all I have to do is prove it.

What's wrong?

I can't follow. What's he saying? I
don't know. Try again. Slow.

Stomach pain.

Poison.

This happened to you after you went to
Don Sebastian's hacienda. Father, get

some water. We need to flush the poison
from his system.

Whatever it is, I'm sure it will pass.

I know, I know. It feels terrible.

Let's hope he can keep this down.

What on earth is going on out there?

Let them go! Let them go!

Good horses gone bad.

Severe stomach problems.

On your way back from Don Sebastian's
Hacienda, you stopped for water at Oak

Creek where you found the dying sparrow.

Oak Creek runs close to the Carvajal
brothers' rancho where our horses drank.

No, Salute, you're not going to die.

Or go loco like the horses.

Luckily, you only drank enough to give
yourself some severe stomach cramps.

But I've got to get a sample of that
water before it kills someone else.

If Zorro was here, I've just got to
prove it. There must be some way to do

There must.

I've got to get out of this miserable
pueblo.

Wait a minute.

Well, the great folk hero has returned
to the scene of his crime and his own

execution. Taking a sample of tainted
water is hardly a crime, Alcalde.

No, but murder certainly is.

You see, Zorro, you've come back here to
destroy any evidence linking you to the

murder of the Carvajal brothers.

You really do have an active
imagination, Alcalde.

Thank you.

And now Madrid will promote me out of
this miserable colonial post.

Because when you confronted me, I did
only what I had to do.

Oh, yes.

So, if you're a God -fearing man, it
would be an excellent time to pray.

Yes, well, now that my prayers have been
answered, I still need a sample of that

water.

There's the bucket!

Go ahead and get it!

We've been through this before, Alco.

Oh, yes.

But since last we met, I visited Pedro
Diamante in Mexico City to sharpen my

fighting technique.

Private lessons with Pedro Diamante?

What a lavish waste of money.

I'll show you what a lavish waste of
money it was.

Please, allow me to show you.

So much

for good money after bad.

You're feeling better. Wonderful.

Look at this. I think I'm on the right
track here.

Lead sulfate, a byproduct of the
smelting process used in the lead mines

north of here. This is what poisoned you
and killed the Carbajal brothers.

It's in the water on their ranch.

Now, how it got into the water, I'm not
certain.

But several years ago, the mine
operators sold large quantities of lead

to the local farmers to use as weed
killer.

Yes, but the lead sulfate did more than
kill the weeds.

It also killed the crops.

Yes, the farmers did return the weed
killer and got their money back.

But the mine operators quickly covered
their losses by selling the entire

shipment of lead sulfate to Luis Ramon.

Exactly.

It's time Zorro paid a visit to the one
man who knew everything Luis Ramon was

up to.

I need some information.

This is a military barracks.

Do you know what would happen if I sound
an alarm?

You will die.

Let's be very, very quiet.

Sergeant, I want you to cast your mind
back to the time when our former

Luis Ramon, put large quantities of
chemicals from the owners of the lead

just north of here.

Ah, si, si.

I remember because I had to drive the
wagon all the way up to San Luis Obispo.

I had to collect some barrels full of
some kind of powder that could stop

anything from growing.

What did Luis Ramon want with the
powder?

Well, he wanted to buy some land in the
Coenga Pass, but the people didn't want

to sell. They wanted to grow some crops.

That must have angered him.

Oh, made him very mad, till the very
veins in his neck stood out.

He was going to spread this powder.

and make it impossible for anything to
grow on that land.

And the land would drop in value until
he could buy it for his son.

He never did it.

Why not?

Well, he was afraid.

He was afraid that you would find out
and you would undermine his ambitions

the governor.

For once he was right.

So he told me to bury the barrels at Olo
Creek.

But that was about...

Five years ago, Zorro. Why are you so
interested now?

Those barrels contained lead sulfate.

The very thing that killed the Carvajal
brothers.

They did?

But how?

Well, last winter's heavy rains ended a
four -year drought.

The buried lead sulfate must have seeped
into the underground springs feeding

Oak Creek and the well on the Carvajal
Rancho.

Well, that... That means I killed them.

It was Luis Ramon's ignorance of the
delicate balance of nature that killed

them. Help others to avoid the same
fate.

How?

I will do anything.

Get me a garrison wagon full of
explosives.

So, Rover, the Alcalde will shoot you on
sight.

Then I have nothing to worry about.

You'll be driving the wagon.

Midnaving Mendoza!

Alatos!

Looks

like

it.

Yes, over.

Over there.

That's where I buried the barrels with
powder.

But they used to be... Big trees over
there with branches and leaves, and

was tall grass all around.

I don't understand.

Ignorance has dire consequences.

Well, what do we do now, Zorro?

For this piece of land?

Nothing. But if we can change the course
of the underground streams running past

this point, all of the land to the south
of us will be safe once more.

Maybe Zorro's planning to ambush us with
our own explosives.

That's preposterous, Overman.

Ambush.

Well, Private, why don't you ride ahead
to verify the trail, hmm?

Si, mi alcalde.

Lancers!

Zorro, Zorro, wait, please.

I'm part of the one who caused the
problem around here. I should be the one

eliminate that problem.

Be my guest, Sergeant.

Too late for that, Zorro.

No, I can't do that now.

Not now.

Get out of the way, Sergeant.

No, I can't do that.

Zorro probably has a knife in Mendoza's
back.

I can't let Zorro escape.

Shoot them both.

It's time for you to go, Sergeant. Just
be sure to light those fuses.

You're going to be court -martialed for
this, Sergeant.

Do you court -martial a man for making
the entire region safe for future

settlement? What are you talking about?

Well, Sergeant Mendoza is responsible
for eliminating a deadly poison that

killed the Carvajal brothers.

What?

No doubt Madrid will look with favor
upon his commanding officer.

Congratulations, Alcalde. You should be
proud of your astute leadership.

Yes.

Yes.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Juanito and I, really, we could have
used some help.

Well, there was a bit of a celebration
over at the tavern for Alcalde de Soto.

You know, he actually received a
commendation from Madrid for doing away

the contamination caused by our former
Alcalde.

That's incredible.

Ha! The only one who deserves a
commendation from what I've heard is

Well, I'm sure all that's a bit of an
exaggeration, Father.

Besides, cleaning up our land and water
is really only one step.

Now we have to work on preventing future
problems by learning to dispose of

things safely.

If that's true, Diego, then you just
tell me how I dispose of all of these

infernal weeds.

Well, perhaps it's just a matter of
perception, Father.

Perception?

They're a weed, Diego.

Well, look at it this way. The weeds are
probably there for a reason.

I guess they're just plants whose
virtues we have yet to discover.