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[thunderclap]

J‘ Out of the night When the full moon is bright

J‘ Comes a horseman known as Zorro

J‘ This bold renegade Carves a "Z" With his blade

J‘ A "Z" that stands for "Zorro"

J‘ Zorro

J‘ The fox so cunning and free

J‘ Zorro

J‘ Who makes the sign of the "Z"

J‘ Zorro, Zorro, Zorro

J‘ Zorro, Zorro J‘

J‘ Not unless we got to go

J‘ Gotta go into town

J‘ Got an itch to go to town

J‘ Got an itch

J‘ I 'm thirsty as a prairie dog

J‘ Got an itch

J‘ I 'm warnin' the women to offer up a prayer

J‘ l'm dog dirty and loaded for bear

J‘ Us mountain men are rough [roars]

J‘ And mountain men are tough

[brays]

J‘ Mountain men are mean and low down

Yee-hoo!

J‘ We don 't wear frills

J‘ Don 't need 'em in the hills

J‘ Not unless we got to go

J‘ Gotta go into town

J‘ Mountain men are rough [roars]

J‘ And mountain men are tough [roars]

J‘ Mountain men are mean and low down

Yoo-hoo!

J‘ We don 't wear no frills

J‘ Don 't need 'em in the hills

J‘ Not unless we got to go

J‘ Got to go into town

J‘ lnto town

J‘ lnto town J‘

Seems like you're in a spot of trouble there.

Looks like a job for a man with a strong back

and a weak mind, just my size.

lnjun sign talk?

What tribe you from?

You ain't a Paiute lnjun, are ya?

I sure hope not.

Me and the Paiutes ain't exactly

on speaking terms.

Well, this should fix you up.

Good-bye.

Well, Esmeraldie,

I reckon he must be one of them pale lnjuns.

J‘ Us mountain men are rough [roars]

J‘ And mountain men are tough [roars]

J‘ Mountain men are mean and low down

Yee-hoo!

It is an excellent buy at the price, Don Carlos.

The quality of the workmanship

is of more interest to me than the price.

You're sure this was made in Spain?

Oh, sil

Then I shall buy it.

Wrap it carefully and...

J‘ l'm dog dirty and loaded for bear

J‘ Us mountain men are rough

J‘ And mountain men are tough

What is that? J‘ Mountain men are mean

- I do not know, Don Carlos. - J‘ And low down

Perhaps he's some kind of a foreigner, huh?

We can do without foreigners in California.

Deliver the candelabra to my hacienda.

Si, Don Carlos.

It will be delivered this afternoon.

And so, when my wages did not arrive today

as I had expected, I felt very sad.

But then I thought of you, and I said to myself,

"My good friend Carlotta, she will advance me

a little more credit until my wages arrive."

Oh!

lt's times like these when one knows

who one's friends really are, eh, Carlotta?

Oh, but of course, Sergeant!

Water!

This is water!

Well, I am surprised that you recognized it, Sergeant.

I did not order water.

Perhaps not.

But it is the only thing in the tavern that is free.

But, Carlotta, l have been your friend for...

Sergeant, you owe us five pesos and 26 centavos.

- Until you pay that, no more credit. - [door opens]

Yahoo-ooh-ooh!

I'm as hungry as a woodpecker

with a sore head.

Bring on the vittles.

Buenos dias, senor. Do you wish food?

That I do, that I do.

Say...

you're a likely looking baggage.

Senor, if you please.

You got substance to you, gal,

and me, I'm a guy what likes substance.

Senor, you wish food?

Honey, I'm so hungry I'll eat anything

that don't bite me first.

Bring me plenty of vittles and a bottle of your best beaver blood!

Si, senor.

Beaver blood?

Uh, start me off with a small one,

about like that.

Si.

You will pardon me, senor,

but you are a stranger to Los Angeles, no?

I'm a stranger to Los Angeles, yes.

Where do you come from?

Up yonder, where the tall timber grows

and the hooty owls sing like nightingales.

What reason brings you to our pueblo?

I didn't have no choice.

It was either get out of there in a hurry

or have the hair peeled off my head the way you skin a grape.

Please, senor, hooty owls, grapes...

you are confusing me.

| ask these questions simply because it is my duty to do so.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Demetrio Lopez-Garcia,

sergeant in the service of the King of Spain,

and Acting Comandante of the pueblo de Los Angeles.

Whew.

All you forgot to add was High Potentate of Next.To-Nothing

and Windbag Extraordinaire.

Si. |...

Would you mind repeating that, please?

You want to know who I am?

Well, sir, Joe Crane stands in front of you

as big as life and twice as nasty.

l was born in a grizzly den and raised on buffalo milk.

I'm blood brother to The West Wind

and full cousin to The Howling Wolf.

I'm so mean, l'll fight a rattlesnake

and give him first bite.

I'm king of all the mountain men!

Right now I'm as thirsty as a mud hen on a tin roof.

[pop]

[Joe] Ahh!

And I ain't been so hungry since I had to eat my moccasins

back in the blizzard of eighteen-ought-nine.

[Garcia] You did?

[Joe] Mm. Boiled 'em first, of course.

[Garcia] You did?

Sefior Crane, you still have not told...

Oh, buenos dias, Don Diego.

Good morning, Sergeant.

Sefior Crane, my name is Diego de la Vega.

Howdy.

I would like to thank you for helping

my servant Bernardo this morning.

Servant, huh? [laughs]

I thought he was some new kind of California lnjun.

How come the sign language?

Bernardo neither hears nor speaks.

Oh.

Sefior Crane, I still must know where you are from.

Other side of the mountains.

Well, then, you must be an americano.

That's about the size of it.

An americano?

Do you have permission to enter California?

What for?

Free country, ain't it?

California is a possession of Spain, senor.

Unless you have a permit to enter,

the law says I must put you in jail.

Jail?

[scoffs] Now hold your horses.

I didn't come to your blessed California 'cause I wanted to.

I been trapping up in the High Sierras.

Bunch of Paiutes jumped me, tried to give me a haircut,

chased me down, and here I am.

Sergeant, obviously Sefior Crane

had no choice in the matter.

Whether he did or not, Don Diego,

the law says he must have a permit to be here.

I understand this, but would it not be better

to treat him as a guest instead of an intruder?

I am sorry, Don Diego,

but the law is very strict as regards foreigners.

Well, I suppose you must do your duty as you see fit.

Once again, senor, thank you.

l was kinda figuring having some fun here in your pueblo.

I sure don't fancy spending no time in no hoosegow.

Can't we pow-wow about this?

You know, talk it over a little bit, uh, General?

There is nothing to talk about.

The law is the law.

Yeah, I reckon a man of your importance

couldn't waste his time talking to no measly varmint like myself,

could he, uh, General?

It makes no difference how important I am. I...

General?

Well, of course, I may have been mistaken.

On the other hand, I suppose perhaps...

[laughs] Sit right down, General,

and join me in a spot of this beaver blood.

You move right fast for a man with

so much leaf lard in his carcass, don't you?

I'm always willing to give the other party an audience.

Now if you wish to discuss your problems with me,

I shall be happy to spend the rest of the afternoon

doing so.

Now I understand how the americanos

won their country from the English.

I think they talked them out of it.

The best beef in the whole wide world

can't hold a candle to bear meat.

Remind me once I caught a bear

inside a honey tree.

Rolled a log up to block the hole

so the critter couldn't get out.

Blew the whole thing sky high with gunpowder.

Well sir,

that bear meat had the finest honey flavor

you ever did taste.

Well, folks come from mile around

just to get my recipe.

He has the table manners of an animal.

g Senorita ?

Another bottle for me and the General.

Si, senor.

General?

Ah, Sefior Crane.

You mountain men seem to have a lot of fun.

[laughs] Well, we generally try to.

You know, a mountain man, he don't rightly figure

he's down out of the mountains unless he's had

some good vittles, something stronger than milk drink,

and, uh...

...a pretty gal to kiss.

Oh, but Sefior Crane, do not try to kiss her.

Why not? She spoken for?

I do not understand.

Well, she ain't married, is she?

Oh, no.

Carlotta is a senorita.

But still our customs do not permit

such familiarities as kissing.

[laughs] Well, mine do, General.

And let me tell you,

when it comes to kissing a pretty gal,

I ain't got no more conscience

than a bull buffalo in a stampede.

General...[clears throat]

There's one thing you gotta understand...

all women want to be kissed.

[chuckles] Not Spanish women.

Oh, all women are the same the whole wide world over.

What you got to sawy is what goes on with 'em up here.

Now if a gal was to kiss a man of her own free will,

well, folks might say she was a hussy

but if she was tricked into it, not knowing about it,

then she'd have all the fun out of it, none of the blame.

Tricked into it?

But how?

You just keep an eye on me

and maybe you'll learn a thing or two.

Sefior Crane.

I still do not think this is the right thing to do.

[clears throat]

What is the matter, sefior?

Ah, senorita, I got something here in my eye.

| see nothing.

Well, feels gritty like maybe I blinked in a cinder

floating around in the air.

I still see nothing.

Well, now maybe if you was just move

a frog's hair closer.

Oh, sefior! If you please! [laughs]

Now that didn't hurt much, did it?

- [laughs] - Well.

You pig!

You have insulted Spanish womanhood.

No, Hernando.

This will be my pleasure.

Don Carlos, the americano

is not familiar with our customs.

You will not harm him.

gAmericano?

So that's what he is.

A barbarian.

Don Carlos.

The americano is unarmed.

But this is not a duel.

It's an execution.

Don Carlos, this is not a fair fight.

[Crane] Keep out of this, General.

Just give me plenty of elbow room.

I'll be all right.

[laughs]

[gunshot]

That is enough.

The americano is my prisoner.

You will make no more attempts on his life

or I shall put you in jail, too.

Well, Sefior Crane,

you have created quite a disturbance.

Well, I had a little fun doing it.

lam sorry but I must lock you up in myjail.

You will come with me.

Please?

Aw, is that any way to treat one of

your old drinking buddies, General?

Don Diego.

Can anything be done to keep the americano out of jail?

As long as he's in Los Angeles,

He'll be far safer in jail than anywhere else.

Don Carlos will never forgive the americano

for striking him.

Are they putting the foreigner in jail?

Si, Don Carlos.

That is for the best.

At least tonight we shall know where to find him.

Where to find him, sefior?

Do you think I would permit him to live through the night

after what he's done?

[imitates sword slashing]

Tonight.

It ain't often you can find a man who can hit a mark

like that on the first try.

It doesn't look very hard to do.

What?

Things seem the easiest when an expert does 'em.

lthink I could hit it.

Takes a lot of concentration and know-how.

Here, let me try it once.

Boy, you'd just be disappointing yourself.

Oh, please, Sefior Crane.

Just once.

Well, it goes against my better judgment.

But for you...

Clumsier than a hound dog with the staggers.

- Once more. - [donkey brays]

Say, ah, who usually keeps them keys to the jail cells?

Sergeant Garcia.

I did it.

Just once more?

Please?

Yes sir, boy, you've got that down to a fine art.

Just shows what a little background

and training will do for a man.

Corporal Reyes!

Do not talk while I'm shooting.

lt disturbs my aim.

Attention!

The next time I want some idiot

to guard a prisoner, I'll do it myself.

Si, Sergeant.

Sefior Crane, it is time for me

to lock you up in the cell for the night.

Well, you're the high muckamuck around here, General.

Sergeant, why does he call you General?

VVhy?

Because it is perfectly natural.

Any intelligent person might make the same mistake.

Everyone is not stupid, Corporal.

Sefior Joe.

I think it is because of me you are in so much trouble, no?

Oh, senorita, honey, it weren't your fault at all.

Every time I come down out of them mountains,

why trouble just latches onto me like a sick kitten to a warm brick.

Still I feel partly responsible.

I want you to have these.

l baked them for you myself.

That's mighty fine of you.

They look delicious.

Sergeant, these are for Sefior Joe,

not for you.

Carlotta, as acting Comandante,

it is my duty to search all food stuffs

for concealed weapons or tools.

For all I know,

you may have hidden a file in one of these cakes.

Carlotta, what are you doing?

There.

Now, when you have finished eating all the cakes,

you can return the keys to Sergeant Garcia.

Oh, and Sefior Joe?

When they release you from jail,

you must come and dine with my papa and me.

We live just north of the pueblo,

in a little white house by the crossroads.

Thanks for the invite, senorita.

Don Carlos,

l have told our friend here something of our plans.

Do you wish to help us, Pietro?

Si, Don Carlos.

I do not like foreigners either.

We must act tonight.

For all we know, that incompetent Sergeant

may let the americano go free tomorrow.

Pietro and I will help you climb to the top of the wall.

From there anyone inside the jail cells

will make an easy target.

Actually, this is a patriotic thing we are doing.

A foreigner has invaded our country.

We must make an example of him

or others will be sure to follow.

I agree.

We will wait until we're certain

that fat sergeant and his lancers are asleep.

Oh, Pietro...

I shall order some wine for you.

Barmaid!

Sergeant Garcia.

Sefior Zorro.

Where are the keys to the jail cells?

Keys. Jail cell.

Keys. Zorro!

Come quickly, sefior.

My furs are in the next cell.

There's no time to waste. Come!

No sir, I ain't going without my furs.

I'm afraid I must insist, sefior.

Hurry!

[Sergeant Garcia] Corporal Reyes! Corporal Reyes!

Go back to your mountains, sefior.

I will keep the sergeant occupied

until you escape.

Lancers!

Sefior Zorro, you are my prisoner.

[laughs] Not again, Sergeant.

Heh!

Heh! Ha! [grunts]

One moment, sefior.

En garde.

Sefior Zorro,

is this a fair way to fight?

Well, they tell me that all is fair

in love and war, Sergeant.

Lancers! To arms!

Lancers! Lancers!

To arms!

I should have allowed for the wind.

We'll get him, Sergeant.

Corporal, if you let him get away,

l'll court-martial you.

Help me up.

Ohh!

Muchas gracias, amigos.

I could never have done this without your help.

After him!

Lancers, to horse.

Senores.

The americano has already escaped your vengeance.

[gunshots]

The americano has no horse, Don Carlos.

He can't go very far on foot.

We'll go after him in the morning.

After him!

Wait! Wait for me!

Well, by now the americano should be well on his way

back to his mountains.

Of course it's too bad he had to lose his furs,

but he's still alive, uh?

[laughs]

Remind me to have a pair of suspenders

sent to Sergeant Garcia from Zorro.

[laughs]