All language subtitles for Zorro s01e16 Whereabouts.eng

When daggers are pointed at the innocent
heart and muskets are ready to fire.

Where 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 called
Zorro.

Zorro! The one who's larger than life
and defender of all is this man who the

people acclaim.

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

You know what would happen to us if that
got torn?

The garrison in San Bernardino.

Mendoza, if you think that is hanging
there, you had better think again.

That is the ugliest thing I have ever
seen in my entire life.

I am sorry, Señorita Escalante, but we
do have our orders.

A portrait of the Alcalde must hang in
all public places.

A little bit up on the right.

No, not too much, too much. A little on
the left.

Perfect.

Let's go, men. We have a lot more of
these to hang today.

Buenos dias, senor.

Tell me, Sergeant.

Is this the best inn in Los Angeles?

Oh, si, senor.

But also, it is the only inn.

Yes, I see.

Do you think anyone here could tell me
the whereabouts of Zorro?

If you did know the whereabouts of
Zorro, senor, what exactly would you do

about it? Why, I'd unmask him, sergeant.

You can't be serious.

Oh, but I am, sergeant.

I most certainly am.

Unmask Zorro?

Señor, no one has ever been able to
unmask Zorro.

Not even I, the finest swordsman in Los
Angeles.

It's the summer heat, señores. It numbs
the brain.

Come along, men.

We can't stand around here and listen to
all this foolishness.

Can I help you, señor?

Buenos dias, señorita.

My name is Sebastian Moreno.

The writer.

Perhaps you've heard of me.

No.

I was told you might have a room.

Si, senor.

Senor, do you really want to amass
Zorro? I certainly intend to reveal his

identity. But why?

Why? Think of the story it would make,
senorita. A story the whole world would

want to read, would pay to read.

Now, see here. Good heavens.

Welcome to California, senor.

Oh, don't go yet, amigo.

What kind of men are you? Taking
advantage of women and unarmed

Never draw a sword.

How this tastes in art is truly
deplorable.

Idiot PR.

Signora, today is a poor day for dying.

I leave you to the law.

Although if you knew our esteemed
alcalde, you may wish you had met a

end.

Noro, you got here so quickly.

Concern for your safety gave me wings,
Signorita.

I have a question.

What would you say if I told you the
tavern had just been robbed?

Well, Senor Soro, I would say... Senor
Soro!

Get him!

You must stay on top of things,
Sergeant.

Follow me.

Will they catch him?

Catch him, senor.

He is Doro.

You were right, Felipe. Those two
thieves won't be bothering anyone for a

Felipe, you didn't happen to touch this
experiment.

Then my experiment needs a little work.

That's better.

Come and take a look.

This is a design for a time delay fuse.

For fires, lamps, explosives, whatever.

So far, I've only managed the delay up
to a few minutes.

But I perfected it.

Speaking of time delay, I'm late for
dinner. My father's expecting an

guest from Spain, no less.

Oh, there you are, Jacob. Our guest will
be here any moment. I was just in the

kitchen. Pheasant?

Walnut mousse?

Who is this visitor that he warrants
such a feast?

Sebastian Moreno.

Oh, the writer.

Do you know him? No, but when I heard he
was in town, I invited him immediately.

Why would such a celebrity visit a
remote spot like Los Angeles? Oh, no

to that.

Because of Zorro.

Zorro? Hmm.

The word of Zorro has even reached
Spain.

Moreno is absolutely fascinated. Wants
to find out all about him.

Indeed. Well, do you think that's wise
considering... Oh, plenty of time to

discuss that later. How did the pheasant
look?

Overcooked.

Maria!

Senor Moreno.

Yes?

Diego de la Vega at your service.

What is this?

All these old haciendas, they're full of
hidden passages and sliding panelways.

This house used to belong to a very
timid fellow who was afraid the Indians

would attack at any moment. But where
does it lead?

That's a storage room. We keep it for
furniture, that sort of thing.

Ah, Senor Moreno, I see you've met my
son.

Yes, in a manner of speaking. No.

Have we met?

Before this, I mean.

Well, not to my knowledge. Are you sure?

Perhaps Madrid, the university.

Oh, no, I was at the Sorbonne.

Hmm.

I knew it was somewhere.

It will come to me.

So, you're in Los Angeles to find out
about Zorro, huh? Yes, indeed.

I heard that a man from Spain was
rescued by Zorro this very morning. That

me. What luck on my first day. This
Zorro is a fascinating fellow. He's

the talk of Madrid.

Really? Well, it all sounds very
interesting.

Diego, you should help Senor Moreno in
his search for Zorro. You know, show him

around the town, that sort of thing.
Yes.

Well, dinner is served.

Please.

Good morning, Diego.

It was so kind of your father to offer
your services today. There is so much I

need to know about this Zorro.

Personally, I think Zorro is overrated.

The mask tends to lend a certain
mystique.

Exactly. I wish to rip that mask away
and stare at the face beneath.

Shall we start the mission?

If you insist.

I want to know everyone he talks to and
everything they tell him.

Please, forgive me, my alcalde, but
perhaps there would be someone more

qualified for a job like this. You see,
I am a very slow writer, and my spelling

gets stuttered at once.

Si, mi alcalde.

You may speak freely, my alcalde. The
alcalde came and arrested me. He said I

stole furs and sold them to the Yankee
foreigners.

He lied, senor.

I know for a fact that he told the Furs
himself, but Laurel came and rescued me.

He even carved his G in the rear of the
Calde's pants and made him look like

such a buffoon.

How many Fs in buffoon?

There are two Fs in buffoon.

Two weeks.

Two weeks you have been trailing this
Moreno, and this is all that you can

up with, the childish scribbling.

I cannot help it if I am a bad speller,
alcalde.

Let me remind you, there are two Gs in
flogging.

I want results.

Si, mi alcalde.

Don Alejandro, Diego.

How goes the search?

Not well, I'm afraid.

And your ship sails in a few days.

What a shame to leave your story
unfinished.

My friend, do you think that I,
Sebastian Moreno, would depart without

my goal?

You have a plan.

Naturally. It's brilliantly simple.

I shall tell everyone that I have what I
came for. That I've discovered Zorro's

identity. That I'm sailing off to Spain
to publish my story.

But you said... But only you two
gentlemen know that I don't. Now, what

going to do?

Probably nothing.

Nonsense. His curiosity will not rest
until he meets with me.

And then what?

I've interviewed everyone in the Pueblo
at least twice.

And I'm sure if I see him one more time,
I will know exactly who Zorro is.

I am this close, Diego.

Is that so?

But there's one thing you haven't
considered, Sebastian.

The alcalde. What about him?

Do you think he'll let you leave without
telling him the identity of his arch

enemy? He's right.

You're treading on very dangerous
ground.

Oh, Diego, really?

What can the alcalde do to me?

Possible situation.

Moreno doesn't realize who he's dealing
with.

Calde isn't some villain in one of his
cheap melodramas.

Sebastian gets into trouble.

How can I help him without having my
identity revealed?

Mr. Moreno thinks he can make a fortune,
unmask Zorro, and simply leave without

telling me.

The ship in the harbor at San Pedro
sails tonight, Mercado.

You don't say.

Senor Moreno, you are under arrest as an
accomplice to the outlawed Zorro.

What do you mean, sir? I don't even know
the man.

Oh, no?

This morning when you left, you told the
whole village you know his identity.

That alone, senor, makes you suspect.

Very well, Alcalde.

I am a law -abiding citizen.

I have no fear in going with you.

What is it you are looking for, senor?

Zorro? There's no sign of him anywhere,
sir.

That really is too bad.

I'd hoped that this would be the day I
would be rid of him.

Rid of Zorro? But... What was that?

Alcalde!

While you stand there dawdling with a
mediocre writer, a revolution has broken

out in the pueblo.

Revolution? Impossible.

Disbelieve it at your peril.

Even now, hundreds of men are pouring
into Los Angeles, claiming it for the

United States.

Yankees? Here?

Sergeant, back to town.

Alcalde, what about Zorro?

He is mine.

pay for this.

Simply amazing. You know, you've much
improved since our last encounter.

Do I detect the coaching of Pedro
Diamante of Mexico City?

A perceptive of you.

He and I have been in correspondence for
many months.

Excellent! All of Diamante's moves.

However, the art of swordplay cannot
effectively be taught.

Through the mail.

Mail!

Senor Moreno.

A shame you didn't get to finish your
talk with Senor Moreno.

I guess you'll just have to reveal my
identity on your own.

Down this road a short way is the
Mission San Fernando.

The fathers there will help you with
your wound and get you to the port.

Gracias, Senor Zorro.

I'm in your debt.

And from what I can see, so are many
others.

But you deliberately placed yourself in
jeopardy, senor.

What if some other had needed my
assistance while I was riding to the aid

senor Moreno?

Those bombs, you must return to the
Pueblo. A simple time -delay device.

The Pueblo's safe for the moment.

There is no shortage of injustice in
this world.

You have a great gift.

Instead of using that gift for your own
selfish motives...

Why not learn to use your words the way
I use my sword?

Si, senor.

I will.

Si, moreno.

I still haven't heard yet.

Who exactly am I?

A you, senor?

A Zorro?

That's all anyone needs to know.

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