Original subtitles

(pleasant orchestral music)

(gentle orchestral music)

(pleasant orchestral music)

- [Crowd] Zorro!

- Zorro! - Zorro!

- [Bystander 1] Zorro.

- [Crowd] Zorro!

- [Bystander 1] Zorro.

- [Crowd] Zorro!

(melancholic music)

(carriage rattling)

(crowd indistinctly shouting)

- Whoa!

- [Crowd] Zorro, Zorro, Zorro, Zorro.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Zorro!

(whip cracking)

- Zorro. - Zorro.

- [Crowd] Zorro.

- Make way for the Commandante!

Make way there!

(foreboding music)

- Senor,

mercy for Zorro!

Please!

(whip cracking)

(carriage rattling)

(dramatic music)

- Get back, get back!

- Zorro. - Zorro.

- You won't get away from me this time.

I've spent too much powder and blood to bring you here.

I'll frame your face in a noose

and hang it up for everyone to see.

- Oh, spare him Commandante.

- He fought for us.

- Spare him?

So he'll lead you in another revolt against my taxes?

- [Bystander 2] No, no!

We'll find gold for the taxes.

- [Bystander 3] We'll take him to his home beyond mountains.

- You'll take him home this afternoon.

There's his carriage.

- [Bystander 2] No!

(crowd murmuring)

(guard shouting)

(whip cracking) Back!

(crowd murmuring)

(suspenseful music)

- Hangman, get your rope ready.

Open the cage.

(ominous music)

- Come out of there!

- You forgot to say please.

Remember, he comes from a noble family.

We are waiting, outlaw.

If you please.

- Commandante!

Commandante!

Commandante!

I bring news.

A governor, a new governor from Spain,

just arrived in San Diego.

- What?

- [Officer 1] A governor over us?

Who is he?

- The whole province is his, by the King's decree.

- You fool, hold your tongue before this crowd!

Shonto, Arcada, Gaspada, come here.

- "And the province of Santa Cruz by royal warrant

"is given to general Palma."

- What?

- "To be owned a ruled by him and by his heirs forever.

"And in all things the governor is your absent ruler,

"as I am his, signed Charles, the King."

- So, that's what I get

for deserting Austria to serve Spain?

Absolute ruler?

Over me?

After I've spent seven years in Santa Cruz?

Does he think I stand for that?

- Hyah! (whip cracking)

(suspenseful music)

- After them!

Stop that cart!

(suspenseful music)

(whip cracking)

(gunshot booming)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(carriage rattling)

(suspenseful music)

(hooves clacking)

(suspenseful music)

Down there!

(suspenseful music)

(hooves clacking)

The governor's coach is coming along the San Diego Road.

If Zorro reaches him we may all hang.

(soldier speaking Spanish)

(lively music)

(lively music)

(foreboding music)

(shotguns popping)

- Fools, hold your fire!

I've brought the governor!

Open, I say!

The governor's here!

- Sorry, sir.

Truly we're sorry.

But Zorro's in these woods.

- Zorro?

Are you sure? - He caught my driver!

- Sergeant, double the guard around the end.

Shoot anything that moves.

- The governor!

- The governor!

(gentle music)

- This be the governor, then angels have turned politicians.

(pleasant music)

- "Zorro, Zorro, Zorro."

You chatter like parliaments chasing a mouse.

I'd hang him within a month.

How then, lord, what's for supper?

- Begging your worship's pardon, there is no supper.

- What?

Are you an innkeeper or are you an idiot?

Get supper.

- I cannot, if it please, your Lordship.

I sent a driver to town for a fine supper,

and the supper was coming on the cart,

when Zorro tied up the driver, sir,

and Zorro ate the supper.

- Zorro!

Stop my gullet!

Zorro!

I'll hand him next week!

- Ah, if it please, your Excellency,

I have a simple supper in my box

which would be honored to stop the gullet of a governor.

- And who are you?

- Don Diego Vega, gentlemen pauper.

News of your coming reached me in Mexico.

I hastened north to join your train.

(governor sniffing)

- I'm sorry, but I have no use for men who smell of perfume.

You can start south again at once.

Here's some gold fir your trouble.

- Report the guard posted, Captain.

- [Governor] Guard, what guard?

- Double guard sir, against Zorro.

- Zorro, all I hear is that cursed name!

Dismiss your guard!

- No, no.

Please, sir, he'll kill us in our beds.

- With no guards in sight, he may be fool enough to try.

Then I'll have him for supper.

Hold there guards!

Stand by here for orders, double time!

- Won't you sit by the fire?

- Thank you.

(pleasant music)

- Gracious lady, would you accept the fare

of one in such bad order here?

- With pleasure, sir.

I can scarcely tell you how tired I am

of men that smell of horses.

- Landlord, plates for three.

- Yes, sir.

Ooh, thank you Don Diego.

- And perhaps during dinner, you could persuade

your father how valuable I'd be to have around.

- Perhaps.

And what shall I say you're best at?

- Well, I dance all known dances.

I play cards with a great skill,

cheating only when absolutely necessary.

I invent all the immodest stories that other men tell.

And I yield to no one in the new world

at kissing ladies hands, permit me.

- Father!

Forgive my father's rudeness, Don Diego.

He's playing soldier.

- Didn't I order you to leave this inn?

Landlord, remove him and his baggage!

- But father, it's night.

There's no other inn, there may be wolves about.

- Wolves?

Oh thank you, my child.

I should have thought of that myself.

You're a tasty bait, sir, and there is a wolf.

- Zorro?

Oh no, Excellency, do not turn me

with Zorro out into these woods.

- Father, this is monstrous!

- Captain, remove him.

- No, no, excellency, I-

- Now, then, follow him but at a safe distance,

keeping well out of sight.

You are the trap jaws set to strike

when Zorro takes the bait.

- Father, I beg you, he may be killed.

- There's an outlaw in these woods.

He's led a native uprising.

He must be killed, and by whatever means comes best to hand.

Follow him, but see that the outlaw

doesn't injure the poor fool.

- Si, senor.

- Take this.

And if you do the job well, keep it for your own.

Go ahead.

(melancholic music)

(gunshot popping)

- He's taken the bait already!

(gunshots popping)

- Zorro!

Zorro!

In a mask!

He shot at me! - Where?

- There, in the woods behind the inn.

- After him, men!

10 gold pieces to the one who takes him!

- What's happened?

Oh, oh, please, please, it's only I.

Has something happened?

- We've trapped the outlaw.

Come on!

(pleasant guitar music)

♪ The stars that shine ♪

♪ Are in her eyes ♪

♪ They haunt me ♪

♪ Her style divine ♪

♪ Is brighter than the sun ♪

♪ Her lovely voice ♪

♪ Will never cease ♪

♪ To taunt ♪

♪ Me ♪

♪ Until the day ♪

♪ I take her ♪

♪ In my ♪

♪ Arms ♪

- You sing prettily, sir.

- You put it mildly, senorita.

- But may I suggest you lower your voice.

My father is enormously opposed to serenade.

- Your father has no ear tonight for love songs.

He's out destroying a rogue while his daughter

is doing marvelous damage to another.

- You're no rogue, your blood's too thin.

Why aren't you out there with them, stalking Zorro?

That's the quickest way to win my father.

- And what's the quickest way to win his daughter?

- Isabella!

Don't listen to his rubbish!

You're impudent, sir, and probably a knave.

- I know it, madame.

Women have made me so.

Honest men bore them.

- Zorro! - Zorro!

- [Bystander 4] The outlaw!

- They have snared the rogue!

Come, we must see him squirm.

(melancholic music)

- Father!

(Isabella gasping)

Oh.

- Isabella.

Santa Cruz is yours now.

Govern it well.

Oh, don't mourn for me.

(Isabella whimpering)

Zorro,

hang him.

Yours.

Vengeance.

(Isabella crying)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(melancholic music)

- Senorita, for the last time I beg of you,

turn back to San Diego.

- You may turn back if you prefer, and welcome.

- Believe me, along the road to Santa Cruz

rides danger, even death.

- Along the road where first we find a priest

shall lie my father's grave.

- But the natives in Santa Cruz are in rebellion.

The garrison may not be loyal to a woman.

Return to your own country.

Seek soldiers from Spain.

- Those are my hills by warrant of the king.

The Peons are my people, Santa Cruz my country.

I shall not turn back.

Ready, Captain.

- Ready.

Forward!

(lively music)

(carriage rattling)

- [Diego] Welcome to Santa Cruz.

- I prefer welcome from a worthier than you.

Where's the priest and my Commandante?

- [Diego] I'll fetch them for you, Governor.

(ominous music)

(door knocking)

- Get dressed, man, the governor's here!

- Governor?

The governor's dead!

- How do you know, you weren't there.

- Oh no, I know everything at Santa Cruz.

A messenger rode from the inn last night.

- Then why aren't you shaved and waiting in the plaza

to meet the new governor, his daughter?

- Daughter?

The decree said nothing about a daughter!

What's she want here?

- For breakfast, a priest to bury her father.

For lunch, Zorro's head on a pike staff.

- She does, eh?

Thinks she can give me orders.

I'll get my hands on her and govern her with a lash.

- Bravo, there's no more bracing treat than beating women.

Of course, it will cost you your head.

- [Commandante] How, what?

- The Queen of Spain is her aunt, and the Queen

detests having her nieces flogged by the soldiery.

(Captain knocking)

- Open, Don Diego.

(pleasant music)

- Gentle governor, be patient.

The Commandante is not himself today.

- Get him to pay his respects to me at once!

And bring the priest to see to my father's rest

or forfeit his commission.

- Dear lady,

he lies wounded,

by Zorro.

The outlaw ambushed the San Diego Road to seize your coach.

The Commandante, he drove him off.

- A thousand humble pardons.

I shall commend him to the King.

The first courageous man I found in Santa Cruz.

- The priest is busy at the brave man's bedside.

He'll come directly the wounds are bandaged.

- I'll wait for him in the chapel.

(ominous music)

- But there's no priest here.

Now when none appears, she'll ask questions abo...

about those wounds of mine.

- The church has sent three priests to Santa Cruz.

Now when none appears to bless her father's parting,

she'll question bloodier wounds than yours.

- What are you hinting at?

Who are you? - Wait.

If you could find a priest to read the funeral,

then something might happen to him to stop her questions,

something like death.

That's it!

If Zorro killed him-

- Zorro won't touch a priest.

Oh.

See here, I don't kill priests.

What makes you think I've got a priest anyway?

Who are you?

- Don Diego Vega.

I came from Mexico to enter the governor's service.

Now that I am here and the governor is not,

I'll enter yours.

- Go back to Mexico.

I have no use for a lady's mate.

- Not even one who could secure Santa Cruz for you,

with all its lands and ruling power forever, and lawfully?

- No!

How lawfully?

- By marriage to the late governor's daughter.

- Oh, no.

If she's the King's niece, she'll not stoop to a soldier.

- Her mother did, the Queen's sister, she married a soldier,

one of the King's great captains, like yourself.

Take heart.

You're not the ugliest man she's ever seen.

- Hold your tongue!

- Oh, you'd strike me.

You see?

You have no manners.

But I'll teach you manners, graces, the sweet considerations

that a woman loves.

I'll do your wooing for you,

songs, sighs of passion, jests and poetry.

You have the savage strength, I have the grace.

Together, man, we'll marry her.

Together, we'll own the province!

- We?

I'll own it, you mincing mouth!

I'll marry her! - Good!

Fetch the priest!

- Go to the chapel, if there's a priest in town,

I'll send him after you.

(whip cracking)

- Mercy, what have I done?

- Nothing.

That's just to keep my hand in,

in case I have to lash the life out

of some fool who would betray me.

(foreboding music)

(sinister music)

- Yes, sir.

All is well, sir.

- Listen to me.

Take him to the chapel for funeral service.

No one must speak to him.

- Yes, sir.

- After the service, you find another guard

with horses behind the chapel.

You start toward San Diego with the priest.

Late tonight, you gallop back in town, wounded, alone.

You've been ambushed by Zorro, understand?

Your priest is dead.

- I understand.

- Wait here.

(ominous music)

(priest speaking foreign language)

- [Priest] Amen.

(Isabella crying)

(melancholic organ music)

(water splashing)

(lively music)

- Stop!

To the horses!

(guard shouting)

(suspenseful music)

(horse hooves clattering)

(somber music)

- [Zorro] Well met, Father.

- God's blessing on the meeting.

(priest speaking foreign language)

Amen.

- Father, the day we've prayed and planned for is at hand.

Never again will the Peons be enslaved for taxes.

- [Father] Oh, God be praised.

- The Commandante's rule is over.

We have a most wise, a most lovely,

and a most beautifully spoiled governor.

Her father was sent from Spain.

(suspenseful music)

- Uncle!

He's not ahead.

Double back into the rocks and spread out!

Vamanos!

(suspenseful music)

- They found the governor dying outside the inn,

with my mark on him.

- Yours?

But who did it?

- I don't know.

But I do know a man who would have been hanged for misrule,

thieving and slavery if the governor had lived.

- The Commandante!

- Of course, the Commandante!

And to protect himself, he fixed the blame on me.

I'll hang him for it.

I'll play the fool with both of them

until I can show the girl the evils of his rule.

- [Captain] Guards, take this trail to the right!

- Quick, take my horse.

Ride to the hills.

Inform the Peons.

Build the signal fires.

When lady Isabella learns how taxes are collected,

she'll want to lead her own people in rebellion.

- God's blessing on you, Don Diego.

- [Captain] Guards, to the left!

- Look sharp!

God speed!

(lively music)

- Zorro, the outlaw, by the left flank!

Zorro, left!

Guards, left!

(lively music)

- Did they catch the outlaw?

- No, they run in circles

like children playing blind man's buff.

Take me to the Commandante, wounds or no wounds.

- Yes, senorita.

(downbeat music)

Lady Isabella's coming.

- Delay her!

Bar the door!

- Triple bars wouldn't keep her out.

Here, give me these bandages.

(Isabella knocking)

- Commandante!

Don Diego!

- A moment, Lady, a moment!

- [Isabella] Open the door!

(Commandante groaning)

(Commandante shouting foreign language)

- Pay excuse him, Lady, he's having spasms.

- Open or I'll have you whipped!

- A moment, just a moment.

(downbeat music)

- Oh come now, make haste.

- Well, I'm hurrying.

- Leave that!

Give me the blood.

- Oh, the blood.

- [Isabella] I'm coming in!

- No, Lady Isabella, just a moment!

I'll open for you.

(Isabella knocking)

Hurry up.

(playful music)

- Commandante!

You are sorely wounded.

- Yes, me Lady.

- He's lucky to be living, Zorro's a fiend, Lady.

- Be still, Don Diego.

Summon your garrison.

Set them a single duty, death to this outlaw.

He who delivers him at my feet, dead or alive,

may take what lands he will,

gold, anything his heart desires.

- Anything?

- My father dying left me all he had: power, land, money,

and a debt of vengeance.

I'll pay it with all I have,

even my life.

(Diego indistinctly singing)

- That fop again.

For weeks he's been trying

to tittle his way into your graces.

- Send him away.

Tell him I'm riding with the Commandante

to inspect hill patrols posted against Zorro.

♪ You are like ♪

♪ An innocent dove to me ♪

- Mistress, come here.

Look at your suitor.

♪ Are like stars that shine in the sky above ♪

♪ Your sighs ♪

♪ Are the same that come from a cooing dove ♪

♪ The smile on your face ♪

♪ Your style and your grace entrance me ♪

♪ You are my thrill my moment ♪

♪ But still you seem in doubt ♪

♪ My dreams would come true, my darling ♪

♪ If you'd romance me ♪

♪ Into my arms ♪

♪ I'd gather the charms I dream about ♪

♪ Oh my innocent dove ♪

♪ Can't you tell me you love me ♪

♪ Can't you tell me that I am the one ♪

♪ The wonderful one for you ♪

♪ Oh my innocent dove ♪

♪ Do you ever dream of me ♪

♪ Do you ♪

♪ Ever dream we'll share a nest ♪

♪ A beautiful nest ♪

♪ For two ♪

♪ My dear ♪

♪ You are just as lovely as you can be ♪

♪ My dear ♪

♪ You are just lovely as you can be ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ You are like an innocent dove ♪

♪ To ♪

♪ Me ♪

- Is this the way you inspect my Hill patrols, Commandante?

- We leave at once.

But how did you like my singing?

- I loved it.

It made me smile for the first time in weeks.

(wood crunching)

- What's this?

Why do you interrupt me?

- The slaves, sir, who still won't pay the taxes.

Captain Vargas has brought them to the plaza.

- The flea-brained fool!

My orders were wait for night.

Go ahead!

Wait for me.

The slaves train is no sight for Lady Isabella's eyes.

You ride with her.

Keep to the hills.

Under no circumstances let her come near the plaza.

She's affected by my suit.

Did you see her pass me this flower?

I swear she's affected.

- She's in a fever heat of love.

- Good!

Then I'll propose to her today.

- No, not yet, you'll scare the wits out of her.

Gently, gently.

- To be sure, gently, just as you've instructed me.

Watch.

Dearest Lady, love has enslaved my simple soldier's heart.

- No, no, no.

- Simple soldier's heart?

That's what you've thought me.

- On your knees.

- Oh, yes, yes, yes.

I languish in darkness for one smile from you.

She smiles?

- The lady smiles.

- That smile shatters my chains.

I dare to hope my suit is not in vain.

Sweet, gracious lady,

will you be my wife?

- [Diego] Well I-

- You will!

- Congratulations gentleman.

I'm sure you'll both be very happy.

- Well, I- - I do-

- Yes, yes.

I was taken with a fainting fit.

The Commandante caught me.

I feel much better now, thank you.

- I'm called away by duty.

Ride with him.

I will join you in half an hour.

- Smelling salts?

- Thank you.

- What was that nonsense?

What are you doing in Santa, who are you anyway?

- No one, as I've told you before.

Just a man who lives by his wits,

which, people as they are, are stronger than his body.

- Do you feel strong enough to mount this horse,

or shall I ask it to lie down?

- Why, I don't feel like riding at all.

Let's take a walk and meet the Commandante in the plaza.

- I have military business in the hills

and no time to waste walking.

Tito.

I'll hold Don Diego's stirrup.

You lift his foot up to it.

- What, I ride that horse?

Oh, no, last week he bolted and broke a man's neck.

- Give him a piece of sugar.

He'll love you as a brother.

- Do you think I dare?

- No, but do it anyway, I'm in a hurry.

(hooves clattering)

- Goodbye, brother.

Now we'll have to go to the plaza stables

and get a gentler horse.

- Strange, but that's just the way you affect me sometimes.

What is it, do you suppose?

- Could it be brotherly love?

(whip cracking)

(captives wailing)

(guards shouting)

- Silence!

(captives wailing)

Down!

(whip cracking)

- These are your sons, taken because you willfully

withhold the legal tax.

- No, no!

We have no gold.

We cannot pay!

- You lie!

You have the money, and if you don't pay by tomorrow morning

your sons will go to the desert mines to work till they die.

(captives shouting)

- Silence!

Silence!

- You have till dawn to buy their freedom.

My paymaster will sit all night at the stockade.

One gold piece, the legal tax, buy's a man's life.

Put 'em in the stockade.

- We've no need of going to the plaza.

I'll ride that horse, if you don't mind the sidesaddle.

- No, please, come to the stables.

You've all day for your inspection.

That horse killed a man.

- All the more easy for a woman to master him.

Bring the beast to me.

- No, I beg of you, don't break your neck.

I have important matters to discuss with you.

Your marriage.

- Marriage?

To you I presume.

If you don't mind, I'll break my neck.

- Oh, no, not to me.

Will you...

That is to say, I've never asked anyone this before,

but I think you know what I mean.

Will you marry...

Would you marry the Commandante?

- The Commandante? - Yes.

- He put you up to this.

Does he think I'm an idiot child?

- Oh, no, no, he knows you're no child,

but he thought that if you would-

- If he thought less of lovemaking

and more of catching outlaws, he'd be an abler soldier,

and I'm going to tell him that-

- Oh, well please don't tell him what I've said.

I'd lose my position.

- You and your position!

The fawning servant of another's lovemaking.

What if you lost it?

What if you were forced to be a man

and earn your bread by honest work?

What if you met a woman you desired

and had to make love to her for yourself?

- Well if she were such as you, I'd be a super man

marching to war with cannons on both shoulders.

I'd earn mountains of bread!

I'd even ride that horse.

If she were such as you.

- Say for the moment that she is.

Go on, ride it!

- I will if it kills me!

(lively music)

(horse neighing)

(suspenseful music)

- Open the gate!

Open that gate!

Don Diego, are you hurt?

- I? Oh, no, no.

Kindly lean off the horse.

(horse neighing)

- What's this?

Close the gate!

(officer speaking foreign language)

- I told you to avoid the plaza!

- But my horse bolted!

- You weakling, stupid fool!

- No!

It wasn't his fault.

No man but you can hold that horse.

- Ah, bless you, senorita.

I am contrite, a bleeding, broken reed.

Have you some more bandages you could lend me?

- What's this blood on your lash?

And what's happening here that we should avoid the plaza?

- Oh, senorita!

Mercy, senorita!

- Get back you witches!

They are rebels, lady, defilers of the law.

- In what respect have they defiled the law?

- They...

Why, they don't pay taxes to the King of Spain.

- Oh, so that's why for five years past

the King has received no taxes from Santa Cruz.

- Yes, lady.

But this year he will.

I hold them hostage here until their families

pay a gold piece each.

- Open the gate!

- But they will never pay a penny.

- While I rule Santa Cruz, blood shall not balance taxes.

Open that gate!

- But you're play into Zorro's hand.

They've got the money, Zorro tells them not to pay.

It was against the King's tax they rebelled, led by Zorro.

- [Crowd] Zorro, Zorro, Zorro.

- Be still!

May the name choke you!

Zorro shall pay their taxes with his life!

(ominous music)

Close these gates!

Have it proclaimed through the province.

These debtors stay in chains

until each one has paid a gold piece

or brought me information.

- It is hereby decreed that these men,

imprisoned here for legal debt,

remain in chains until each man's tax is paid.

One gold piece buys a man's freedom.

- [Bystander 5] Mercy, we have no gold!

- Here's gold.

A fortune for you.

- 200 pieces of gold from the private purse

of Lady Isabella Palma will be placed in this cage

as public bounty for the outlaw.

The gold will be paid to whoever captures Zorro!

And finally, if information leading to Zorro's capture

is given by a needy man or woman,

all taxes for the year shall be abolished.

Your prisoner sons and all prisoners

throughout the province shall go wholly free.

- We could save them now just by a word.

I'll tell them who Zorro is.

- My life for his?

No, no.

Shall they betray him?

Shall Zorro die for us?

- No! - No, no!

- We will die first.

- [Prisoners] No, no, no!

(mothers indistinctly shouting)

- Hoist the cage!

(crowd shouting)

(captives chanting foreign language)

(rope swishing)

(captives chanting foreign language)

(cage crashing)

(suspenseful music)

- Commandante!

Zorro's loose again!

Zorro!

- Blast it, where?

- In the plaza!

- [Soldier 3] Help, help!

Zorro!

The outlaw!

Help!

Help!

After him!

Help!

(whip cracking)

(suspenseful music)

- [Soldier 4] Come on, it's Zorro, after him!

(soldiers shouting)

(hooves clacking)

- My horse!

Wait for me!

My horse!

(gentle music)

(coin tapping)

- Paymaster, please.

- What's this?

- The tax, sir, the tax.

Free my son.

- She's paid.

Release her son.

(somber string music)

(mother speaking foreign language)

- Another?

What's this, a trick?

Where did you get that money?

Guard, another prisoner is paid for.

- Free my son, I have gold.

- Please free my son. - Free my son.

(mothers indistinctly speaking)

- Zorro!

We've got him, hurry out!

Hurry out, garrison!

- Guards!

- [Mother 1] Soldiers!

(lively music)

- [Captain] Zorro, we got the outlaw!

(foreboding music)

- So, you black swine, you're caught at last.

Prepare the noose!

Guard, bare his neck for the rope!

Take off the mask!

Be quick, stop fumbling!

(downbeat music)

Commandante?

(guards laughter)

- Oh, Commandante!

Oh but this is monstrous!

You fools, that you dare to laugh at him!

Let me help you, Commandante.

Here.

(playful music)

(lively trumpet music)

(upbeat orchestral music)

So this is the Commandante's surprise fiesta

for your birthday, a burlesque bullfight.

- Burlesque, indeed.

Haven't we seen enough of Zorro in this town?

Who are those black-robed clowns?

- Zorro.

He's raised a family.

- Is this your idea of entertainment for my birthday?

Six fools dressed as my father's murderer?

I'll seen no more!

Come, Don Diego.

- But in five minutes, the real Zorro enters the ring.

Your welcome birthday present my lady,

worth five minutes' wait.

(lively trumpet blowing)

Unlock the bullpen!

Loose the bull!

- Explain this farce.

Where's your matador?

- Zorro.

He is my matador.

I've sent a secret courier to all the villagers

saying those prisoners would die on the bull's horns.

Now, Zorro must be here hiding somewhere in the crowd.

He couldn't miss this chance to play the hero.

And when he does, I'll drag him from the ring

and hang him, for my lady's birthday present.

- The trick will work as well without that child.

Remove him from the ring! - Oh, no, not the child.

That's the one lure he can't resist, he loves children.

- I'll not to stain my soil with children's blood

to catch a dozen outlaws!

Remove that child!

(suspenseful music)

(spectators laughing)

(bull grunting)

(crowd shouting)

(soldier laughing)

(suspenseful music)

(Isabella gasping)

The child will be next!

You!

If ever you had a drop of real blood in you, show it now.

Summon your courage just for one gallant instant.

Go, save the child, for my sake!

- For you, and for freedom in Santa Cruz.

(crowd cheering)

(dramatic music)

(crowd cheering)

- Bravo, Don Diego!

(suspenseful music)

- He's ruined my plans, cease him!

Prepare the whipping post.

- Yes, sir. - Guards!

Drag him from that ring!

(suspenseful music)

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering)

(suspenseful music)

(Isabella laughing)

Come out of there, you prancing fool!

Leave that bull alone!

(whip cracking)

(wood clattering)

(wood rumbling)

(crowd cheering)

(crowd laughing)

- Senor!

The saints bless you forever!

- I called you a coward, and I apologize with all my heart.

That was a bravest act I ever saw.

- Oh, no, truly, I am a coward.

I lost my head for a moment and...

and I'll be whipped for it.

- Stop shamming, you're no fop.

You play a part.

- I, oh, no, truly, I-

- And there's a part in Santa Cruz

that's wanted playing since my father died.

Come to the house, I have plans.

You cannot fool me further.

Courage and I were comrades all my father's life.

Come, what's your secret?

- My secret?

Senorita, will you believe me,

will you trust me if I tell you?

- Of course, Don Diego.

Tell me who you are.

- I am the village idiot.

- [Isabella] Confound your mockery.

- No, lady, it is true.

I am possessed, moonstruck, delirious.

I'm swept with a wild delusion

that you might become my wife.

- Your wife?

(pleasant music)

- You see?

Hopelessly mad.

But try and think kindly of me.

Humor me just a little.

Your beauty is as much to blame as I.

- I've not had much experience with madmen, sir.

How should I humor you?

- Permit me.

I have an insane desire to kiss your hand.

- I regret my kindness, sir.

Madness is catchy.

- Worse than that, dear Isabella, it's fatal.

(foreboding music)

- Betray.

(whip cracking)

- Leave my house!

Report yourself a prisoner to the guard!

(suspenseful music)

(swords clinking)

- I'll hold him here.

Ride to the hills, there's a priest in Gray Rock Canyon

who knows my secret.

I'll join you there.

- You want me to run away?

- You must, it's life or death for Santa Cruz.

(intense music)

(suspenseful music)

(swords clinking)

(sword swishing)

(suspenseful music)

(Commandante shouting)

- Guards!

Guards, come to my house!

The Commandante has attacked Diego Diego.

Take him prisoner!

- Fighting the Commandante, is he?

Double time!

Commandante, Commandante!

(foreboding music)

- Who is it?

- Zorro.

- So that was the part he played.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Guards, summon the garrison.

- Vargas.

- Saddle your best horses, and bring one here for me.

Be off, look sharp!

- [Vargas] Guards!

Stand by for orders.

- They have their orders, you meddling dunce!

- I still give orders here.

(ominous music)

- Who gives the order doesn't matter.

I must have a horse and men to trail the outlaw.

- Vargas will manage that.

- He won't even find him.

But I know his hiding place, and if I ride to meet him

he'll suspect no trick.

- And if you ride to warn him, what then?

Both birds are flown.

- These were the last words my father spoke,

"Yours vengeance."

Think you in all honor I'd shield my father's murderer?

- A woman forfeits honor in her lover's arms.

- And if you keep me here, you forfeit your life!

The saints know I hate Zorro.

But I'd trade all the swords in Santa Cruz for his.

He loves me.

He has 3,000 natives at his back.

By midnight, they'll be in the town

tearing it stone from stone until I'm free!

These natives will seize you, strip you to the skin,

and lash the living flesh mark back with your own whips!

Then they'll tie you to the gallows,

pile brush up to your waist.

You hear the first crackle of the match.

You feel the first flame sting at your flesh.

Your legs twist in agony!

Your arms are seared!

Your screams are choked in smoke!

Your hair, lips, eyes!

Strung in and done in!

- Oh, stop!

I'll hear no more.

Zorro must not lead the natives.

Go with them, track the outlaw.

And if you fail, I'll fetch you both home

to dance at the gallows wedding.

(suspenseful music)

- Hello!

Isabella!

- Don Diego!

- Isabella!

(pleasant string music)

Isabella, beloved, oh, my dear.

Why, you're trembling.

Oh, don't, angel.

They'll never find you now.

We'll hide you in the hills, the priest and I.

Then, with the natives at our back

we'll sweep your province clean.

So peace shall come at last to Santa Cruz.

Peace founded in freedom.

Oh, my darling, God make us worthy of such wedding gifts.

(foreboding music)

Isabella, ride to the south!

I'll follow!

(Isabella screaming)

- Don Diego, help!

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

- Isabella?

Isabella!

Isabella!

Go on, escape!

Escape!

- You killed my father with this knife.

At dawn tomorrow, this same knife

will cut the rope under a gallows trap.

And so I shall fulfill my father's last request.

Remove his hooks.

Dress him in robe and mask.

The gallows jig is better danced in black.

Mine,

vengeance.

(melancholic music)

- Go, get in!

Get back there!

- Get in there!

- With the outlaw?

No!

We'll be murdered!

- What evil trick is this?

- You said you'd give anything

to him who hangs Zorro, remember?

Now will you keep Santa Cruz to me by marriage?

- I, marry a sweating grease brain brute like you?

No, never.

- Then you can spend the night before death

in there with your lover.

- But this is treason!

- No, lady, this is common sense.

You would betray me tomorrow, as you betrayed him today.

- [Isabella] Guards!

- Come back here, you!

Come down here!

And go in there, and quick!

- No! - Guard, help.

In.

(foreboding music)

(Commandante yelling)

So that's what you are doing to me?

(whip cracking)

Now go in there!

In with you!

Carry her body to the edge of town.

Make sure she is dead.

Then bring the recorder to witness

and record her death legally,

murdered by Zorro.

Thanks, outlaw.

- Commandante!

Commandante, the signal fires are burning on the hills.

- The natives rising.

Into the square, all of you!

Muster the garrison!

No one comes down these stairs alive.

(dramatic music)

- Thanks, dear.

I'm all right, darling.

- Isabella.

- This was the mark you left on my father's head.

So you know why I did what I did today.

- No, that's not my mark!

This mark is cut backwards.

This is the imprint of them both, both cut backwards.

You've written verse with me.

Confess I know my letters.

Could I have done that?

Can you doubt further when you hold in your hands

the murderer's confession, signed?

- The Commandante.

- The Commandante!

- Oh!

God forgive me for what I've done to you and Santa Cruz.

(melancholic music)

- Your father's daughter could have done no less.

- Oh, what I done?

They'll kill you.

Oh, what can I do to save you?

- Quiet, darling.

(foreboding music)

- [Vargas] Another signal fire.

- They will be at the gates within an hour!

- They can't, you trembling fool.

We have a weapon that will freeze their blood.

When they see all of that dancing in the wind,

they'll run like rats.

- Report the gallows ready.

- Vargas, bring out the prisoner.

- What about the girl, sir?

- I'll handle her myself.

(dramatic music)

Make sure the recorder sees both the girl

and the old woman dead, each with a bloody Z.

So we can write to Spain that Zorro killed them.

Come in, all of you.

Bind the outlaw.

Bring the girl here.

- No, no!

I beg you, Commandante, mercy!

- Let her go.

- No, no, mercy!

Put down the pistol, don't kill me!

God's mercy, sir, don't kill me!

- Still too good for me?

- No!

I'll- - Marry me?

- Yes.

- [Commandante] Tonight?

- Yes.

- [Commandante] Giving me Santa Cruz as your dowry?

- Yes, anything.

- Good.

You hear, outlaw?

I am marrying Santa Cruz, just as you planned,

and you're going to dance at my wedding.

Bring him to the gallows.

Go ahead.

(dramatic music)

The marriage ceremony, as fast as you can read.

Silence!

Begin.

- Who gives this woman for this man in marriage?

- Zorro does, go on.

- Marriage is a most solemn state,

not lightly to be entered into-

- Oh, get to the marrow of it!

We have a hanging on our hand.

Do I take?

- Do you, Sebastian Golle,

take this woman to be your lawful wife?

- I do!

- Do you, Isabella Parma, take this man-

- To be your lawful husband?

She does, and with all her worldly goods she me endows.

Give me your hand.

With this ring, I thee wed.

And you pronounce.

- And I pronounce you man and wife.

- Good!

Take my wife to my room.

And lock her up.

Vargas, the noose.

(dramatic music)

- No, no, stop!

- [Commandante] Hangman, ready with the knife?

- Ready!

- So be it to all murderers

and to all rebels against the King of Spain.

(natives shouting) Look there!

What's that?

The old hostage mad?

- Can't be her!

- Then who is it?

- Help!

Help!

- Shake up!

Screaming witch!

Cheat me of sorrow, will you?

Hangman, swing the trap!

(suspenseful music)

Zorro!

Up, after the outlaw!

(suspenseful music)

(natives shouting)

(suspenseful music)

After the outlaw!

(suspenseful music)

(natives shouting)

(whip cracking)

- Don Diego!

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(priest speaking foreign language)

- Amen.

(crowd cheering)

(pleasant orchestral music)