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Zulu
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 man.
And defender of all, give this man who the people acclaim.
He's the one who strikes back for the poor and oppressed.
A hero.
I wonder what these tracks are doing here.
What are we going to do with it? We can't just leave it.
Most attractive, senor.
But not your style.
Let's get out of here.
You can run.
But you cannot... Cry?
She's all yours now, Zorro.
She?
An interesting defense, Felipe.
But only if you're fighting very tiny banditos.
Like this one, perhaps?
Oh, no,
she's not mine.
By the look of her clothing, she could be Russian.
Many of the Russian settlers from up north are settling in Santa Barbara and
Buenaventura. Now, until we find her correct parents, we'll have to take care
her.
Well, someone has to stay with him.
Alcalde?
Alcalde?
Be brief, Sergeant. My dinner is getting cold.
The Russians, my alcalde, they have taken refuge in the mission.
Their leader, Rybakov, says that bandits stole a wagon and a baby.
Russians. If we're not careful, they'll take all of California.
If the good padre is seeing to their need, then this is of no concern to me.
But, the alcalde, they are offering a 500 peso reward for the return of the
baby.
Reward, you say?
Well, then, as alcalde, perhaps I should offer my official condolences to these
courageous travelers, huh?
Senorita Rosita, don't you think we should return to the party?
But, Don Diego, you promised me to show me this new painting from Europe.
There it is.
Oh, my.
It's beautiful.
Art has been the one true passion of my life.
And perhaps, Don Diego, it's time to explore a new passion.
Have you never thought of marriage?
In children?
Hardly ever.
In order to truly appreciate art, you must examine it very closely.
Look at the exquisite brushwork, the tremendous composition.
There's much to be learned about the interplay of colors.
But you cannot learn about the love of a good woman from a painting, can you,
Don Diego?
Don Diego?
You could find nothing else to use but my study of Archimedes for a diaper?
Such a dilemma, little one.
What would we do with you?
Hmm?
She is yours?
No, I rescued this treasure from two pirates of the prairie. Thank goodness
you were there, I mean.
Until I find her parents, would you mind?
Oh, of course not.
Are you hungry, little one?
You did feed her, of course.
Is not Zorro a man of action?
She was fed.
Possibly.
Out of my kitchen.
But I was just going to... Is that a baby?
Out!
Out!
Out!
And stay out!
And don't let it happen again!
Or there's going to be some real trouble!
What seems to be the problem, Sergeant?
Apparently, Seรฑorita Escalante is a bit overprotective of a baby. A what?
Her baby, Alcalde. You know, a small... Infant? Tiny?
Child? You don't say.
Send me two lances, Sergeant.
Right away, Alcantara.
You are a born guardian, senorita.
We are born guardians, senor?
Yes. Well, it is my birthright to watch over and protect our people.
With an eye towards the future.
And what could be more important for the future?
than having children.
Please, don't be afraid to come closer.
She's not a coyote.
It's the mask, Senorita. It frightens her.
Ah, of course.
Well then, by all means, remove it.
You would like that too, wouldn't you, little one?
I must give her a name.
Natasha Petrov.
And you... are under arrest for kidnapping.
Kidnapping? You can't be serious.
There's hardly a moment when I'm not. Do you really believe that I am capable of
stealing this child? Down, Victoria!
Excellent shooting.
That's for you, Alcalde. I believe I'm well protected.
Have you no honor?
I'm calling, Alcalde!
There is no honor in defeat, Zorro. Only in death.
Conspiracy and kidnapping.
If I were you, senorita, I would pray.
I will pray.
Azona.
Hush.
Hush! As you are called, eh? I demand that you be quiet.
She is in your custody until I return.
Yes, Alcalde. Make sure she is safe and happy.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Please. Please, pretty baby.
No, no, no, no.
Please.
Oh, please.
I personally tracked down the bandit who stole their precious child.
His name is Zorro, a Taurian thief and scourge of our pueblo.
You found this son -in -law, but you did not capture him. He threatened to kill
their child.
Zorro will return the baby for twice the reward you offer.
A thousand pesos is everything they own.
Without them, Natasha, they have nothing.
It is dark.
You remain here.
Zorro insists that I deal with him alone.
You trust this alpha?
What choice do we have?
Who are you?
Zorro.
At your service.
You are the Zorro.
You're a dead man.
I gave you the shirt off my back.
Yes? Fortunately, I have another one.
It cost me two weeks' pay.
Don't you think I look nice?
I have some stool.
Look, I have stool.
You're going to like it. You're going to like it.
And that is the true story.
Tell me, Outlaw, why I should trust you.
Trust your instincts, my friend.
But I ask you, would a notorious outlaw engage in charity work?
The baby.
Is she all right?
The baby's fine.
But I am a disgrace.
Gather the men, search the town, and find that baby immediately.
That imbecile Mendota.
A jail is no place for a baby.
The alcalde wants this baby happy, does he not?
Yes, but if he finds out... Well, if she is hungry, she cannot be happy. And
here I have food for her.
We must go back to jail.
I tried to give her food. She does not want it.
Ah, the sergeant. That was food for a strong man of the military.
She is but a delicate baby.
And besides, we are under your command. We are still your prisoners.
That is true.
Good. Now put on a pot of hot water and do something about that noise.
Thank you, Sergeant.
Done like a true father.
And just
what,
Senorita, do you think you are doing?
Returning the child to her parents.
Lancers!
Try not to think of this as defeat, Alcalde.
Think of it as justice.
Stand down your weapons.
Oh, the ransom money, if you please.
I relish the day when I may see you hang.
I'll try not to take that personally.
May I kiss her goodbye?
Zorro, may I say goodbye too?
Of course, son.
For her, it will make a fine...
Nightdress.
You mean I can?
Vaya con Dios, muchachita.
Oh, wait.
I almost forgot.
I thought you were very brave, senorita.
I was merely following maternal instincts.
But I didn't know how wonderful you are with babies.
Fatherhood suits you well.
If only I had the time to discuss such things.
I have the time.
To discuss such things, senorita.
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