All language subtitles for E continuavano a Chiamarlo Figlio di...... 1969

El Zorro justiciero

Where's Warner?
- He's over there.

Hey boss, have you heard the news?

What news?
- Macaslim's son is in the town.

Who told you? Are you sure?
- Sure, I saw him.

Buck, come over here.
- What's up?

That bastard Fred came back.

You don't need to worry, we are prepared.
- Hmm...

I don't like his returning now. After
almost 10 years, and just at this moment.

- Who may have found him?
- It doesn't matter, that's not the point.

Do you think he has suspicions
about his father's death?

No. For everyone it was an accident,
the case is closed.

But I'm concerned that the boy
will wish to care for the ranch.

If you try making him a good offer,
perhaps he'll want to sell.

Are you serious?
What if he asks why?

He may also find out that
the railway will pass by the ranch.

For now, that piece of news is secret,
but...for how long?

A million is going up in smoke.
Now that a heir came

out, the ranch will be no
longer up for auction.

Yes, but what if the heir was to die...

Hmm, two accidents in the same family
might seem a bit too much. - Right.

Fred will die, but we won't be the
ones who kill him.

Oh, I do care too much for my reputation.
- You'll gamble it away all the same,...

if you hire a killer
to get rid of him.

Have you ever tried using your brain?
It's a great device.

It's better than a gun.
Don't you agree?

What's on your mind?

Justice.
- Eh?!

Trust me, Buck, and pin your
ears back.

Stop!

Raise your hands.

Stay calm, baby, and you won't
suffer from an owie. Move!

Stay calm.

Open the safe. We need to make
a withdrawal.

Hurry!

So grandpa, what are you waiting for?

Come on, open it.

You have two seconds.

No tricks.

Hurry!

Who fired?
- There, in the bank.

Hurry, they're coming.

Give me that.

By horses, come on!

There's no doubt...

Fred Macaslim, that's
the man with the poncho.

He was seen by many people.

And when I caught him,
he was still wearing it.

He was unconscious and wounded
during the robbery.

Precisely that's why
he couldn't discard it.

Five people were killed.

Honest citizens who were working
for the law, as they did their duty.

They paid for their courage and
their dedication with their own lives.

Macaslim deserves the death penalty.

Just a moment, sheriff.

The only one who can announce
the verdict is me.

And I'll do it at the right moment.
- Then do it!

The case is clear.
- Calm down.

Justice follows its own course,
and I can't tolerate undue interferences.

I proceed against the
defendant and unknown

accomplices for robbery
and multiple murders.

Fred Macaslim, you're accused of
armed robbery and complicity in murder.

Do you have anything to say
in your defence?

I'm innocent.

Stand up and answer.

I'm innocent. I already told what
happened, but in vain.

His version is absurd.
How can he expect us to accept it?

- I don't have any other though.
- Ah...Sit down.

Where's Pison?
Come here and testify, Albert.

Move!

Present! I'm coming right now.

Your Honor, I was...
- Pison, come over here.

With your permission.
Here I am.

Thank you...
- Get up!

Put your hand on the Bible.
- As I was saying...

Swear to tell the truth.
- Yes, yes...

Say, "I swear".
- I swear.

Good, sit down.
- Thank you.

Mr. Pison, do you know the defendant?

Sure.

Tell him, Fred, isn’t it true
that we know each other?

He's Roger Macaslim's son,
and this surely cannot be denied.

Moreover...I witness that, your Honor.

Did you see him on the day
of the bank robbery?

Yes, he was there. He was wearing
a nice colored poncho.

With some...
- Fashion doesn't interest us.

Please...limit yourself
to the mere facts.

Sure. Only facts, not speeches.

When Fred and the others arrived,
I immediately smelt a robbery.

I waited patiently and at the right
moment I drew my trusty six-shooter!

Silence!

Silence, or I'll clear
the court. Silence!

A slip of the tongue.
What was I saying? Ah, yes...

I pulled out my trusty gun
and fired.

The bandits panicked for a moment,
but then they reorganized,...

concentrating their fire on me.

A hail of bullets,
your Honor. A living hell!

The colt, reloaded many times,
was burning hot in my hand.

The barrel was scorching.

Not having any water at hand,...

I poured half a bottle of whiskey
on it, to cool it.

Then I crouched down and shot
the man with the poncho.

Bullshit!

Even pigs know that you couldn't
hit a cow at two yards!

It was me who shot him!

You? But I never saw you!
Where were you, hiding under your bed?

Silence!

Shame! You are the fools!
- The fool is you!

This is contempt of court!

Silence!

Silence!

Sheriff...

Empty the court. Send them all out
to take some air.

All but the witnesses, of course.

Have you heard? Clear the court!
- Bravo!

- Get out!
- Well said. Obey!

Move, come on!

And you, too.
Come on, come on!

Move, come on!

Pison! This is not a public bedchamber.

Go home.
- But I'm a witness.

You have talked too much,
go to bed.

But I'm not tired,
your Honour.

Get...out!

Yes, your Honor, yes, I'm leaving
immediately.

I don't know how you'll make out with it,
kicking me out when I'm the main witness.

Ian, sit on that chair.

Put up your hand here and swear...
- It's not necessary, forget about it.

What do you have to say?

- You weren't in the town that day.
- Actually, no.

But I saw that man on another occasion.
I mean...the bandit with the poncho.

And that's all. I'm sorry that Macaslim's
son became a thief and a murderer.

His father didn't deserve it.
- I don't want comments, Ian.

That's enough, you can step back.

Miss Evelyn Simpson.
Would you sit on that chair?

Thanks.

Would you repeat to the Court
what you told to the sheriff?

Of course, with great pleasure! Frankly,
I don't like these things.

I hate...speaking. But in this case
I feel obliged to testify,...

for the sake of my country.
- I beg you, Miss Simpson,...

limit yourself to telling the events.

I simply wanted to clarify my position.

Yes, indeed...Now that it has
been clarified,...

could you tell us about the facts?
- Oh...

That's what I was doing
when you interrupted me.

You know, I'm not one of those women
beating around the bush...

I'm convinced of that.

It's nice to be understood by a person
of such culture and intelligence,...

when at other times, instead, the others
misunderstand you. And once it happened to me!

Please, Miss Simpson...

Let's get straight to the point.
- The point?

Ah yes, well, you see, the fact is that if
I don't tell the whole story from the beginning...

Well, my sister had a baby in October...

Ah, now I remember what happened.
Many months passed, you know...

So, my sister is married to
a very important man.

They live in Jacksonville,
but I go there to visit them.

Of course, when I can...
- Are we close to the point?

No. But we'll get there,
just a little patience.

It's not important, let’s skip it.
Tell me instead, can you recognise the defendant?

Was it him who attacked the coach in
which you travelled to Jacksonville?

Yes, indeed.
I recognize that ugly mug.

Although at that time
he wore a bandana.

It’s easy for me to recognise faces,
ever since I was a little girl.

Once, with my cousin Daisy...

I have no doubt about the sentence.
They will

put a rope around his
neck and stretch it.

But what if they should release him?

You are kidding, aren't you?

Why do I let myself get involved
in this farce?

I should have killed him.

Pour me a whiskey, and bring one
for you too.

To make him die before being
found by the sheriff,...

you should have shot him
in the head or heart.

And the sheriff wouldn't have asked
how a dead man could walk two miles.

I hope that you are convinced.
Or do you have any doubts?

I think you're right.
- Thanks.

You know what? You should have...
trust in the law.

Sheriff!
- What do you want?

Don't you hear anything?
- What are you talking about?

About my alibi.
I was in Bisbeck, didn't you check?

No.

You didn't?
Why, for heaven's sake?!

I want to know!
- If you insist...

I find the alibi you've just invented
allows you a few more days to live.

Too many people have recognized you.

I'm not playing along with you. I don't
lend myself to useless investigations.

You're wrong, sheriff.
I have rights in this.

You have a right only to the gallows. You'd have
been already lynched without my protection.

Yes. Maybe. But now
I'm asking you to do your duty.

I know what my duties are.
Now shut up or you'll regret it.

Did you understand?

Yes, sir.

You're betraying justice, sheriff.

What do you mean?

You’re a Judas.

But señor,
there were many who saw him.

Not him, Pedro. Who they saw was
a man wearing the same poncho...

and the desire for justice, or for
revenge, led them to identify him.

But I don't really see...
- This is my conviction.

Based on nothing, I think.

Please forgive me, sir, but why
should they have involved him?

The thing is not clear yet.

Perhaps everything is connected
with his father's death.

Unfortunately, the hanging is
scheduled for tomorrow...

Yeah, I heard.

If the guy is innocent,
there is no time to prove it.

We'll grant him a respite.
Listen to me, Pedro.

If he is innocent,
I'll prove that.

Señor, with all due respect,
I don’t think the judge

will allow the postponement
of the execution.

I don't refer at all to
taking legal action,

Pedro, when I talk
about an extension.

He will escape.
- Escape...your promise?

I must do it.

You know how my
father fought for

justice and I can't
betray his memory.

But señor, you had assured
me a peaceful old age.

Instead, I see now...

Take the lamp.
- Let’s be clear.

I won't suffer for you
as I did for your father.

Are you offering to resign?
Here's my answer.

I expected that.

Ah, and the guests?

I'll be back in an hour.

Entertain them if I'll be late.

Walk.

Go out.

Why do you release me?
- I'll explain later.

Come on, there's no time to lose.

Do you know where
Dominguez's ranch is?

Yes, of course.
- Right.

Go immediately there and
tell him that Zorro

sent you. Stay there
until you hear from me.

Wait.

Come.

Good evening, gentlemen.
- Good evening, Don Diego.

This is an excellent coffee, but a bit
strong for my nervous system.

Pedro is poisoning you
with that stuff.

I'll make you taste a cognac
older than him though.

You called him an old man, didn't you?

Congratulations, your Honor,
you conducted the trial masterfully.

Hell, no!
It wasn't a difficult case.

Everything accused Macaslim,
and I only had to do nothing but...

collecting the testimonies. Elementary.

A cigar, sheriff?
- Is it a clear tobacco?

Very clear.

Clear like Macaslim's case.

You don't seem to be convinced.
- In fact.

I'm never convinced.
Philosophy stems from doubt.

I was a good friend of old Macaslim,
and I have been deeply sorry for his son.

What can we do?!
- Nothing if he's guilty.

From the Christian point of view, we can
and we must feel compassion for the offender.

But...as citizens we have to
protect society.

I agree with Don Diego,
he has a wonderful theory.

A very high one.
But it instills doubt.

Oh...I didn't mean, believe me.

However, the case is closed, Fred
will be hanged the day after tomorrow.

Yes, but the others?
- Who?

His accomplices in the bank robbery.

It's a question you've to ask
of the sheriff.

We had followed them up to Tump,
where...we lost all trace of them.

The area is rocky and they had clear
intention to cross over to Mexico.

Better to put your mind at ease.

Good. And now what will happen?
- What are you referring to?

I refer to Fred.
Suppose he weren't to be hanged.

But I don't see how...
- Let me finish, your Honor.

The fugitive being convicted,
what about his own assets?

I refer to his property.

His ranch?
- That's right.

Imagine that it would be auctioned,
as expected,...

before he shows up again. Or...

Exactly, the sentence implies the loss
of civil rights, without exception.

Who would be interested in that ranch?
- I'm interested in it.

Although, to be honest...
Yes, it's a bit too isolated.

I don’t know if it's a business that suits you.
- It's too far from my land for me.

As I think about it, I might as well...
- Is it tempting you?

Not much to lose sleep over, but if...
- Sheriff!

Sheriff. Macaslim escaped.

Perla, come over here!

Who is he?
- I don't know.

He’s wounded though.
- Let's get him inside. Hurry.

Help me.

Dad, this time you'd better call a doctor
or you'll find yourself in trouble again.

He simply lost too much blood
from the wound without treatment.

If he came to me, I'd want to know
the reason first.

But if he dies here, it'll be trouble.

We'll figure that out
when they ask for explanations.

He is young and strong enough.
He'll be OK, stay calm.

How are you, son? Weak, eh?!
But you'll recover soon.

Dominguez...
- Yes, it's me.

Did anyone send you to me?

Zorro.
- Zorro?

Rest now, we'll talk calmly tomorrow.

Take care of him until I get back.

Wake up, boy.

Wake up!

It's time to try to eat something.
- Thanks.

I am very grateful.
- Ah, don't worry.

How do you feel?

Well, I'm fine.
Just a bit tired.

After everything I went through...
the kidnapping, the wound, the trial...

Didn't you know anything?
- No, and we don't care about that.

Anyway...understand this:
I'm jeopardizing you.

I was sentenced to death by hanging.

- If they find me here, in this house...
- Don't worry. You're among friends.

Me, you know me.

This is Perla.
- Fred Macaslim.

Congratulations, Mr Dominguez.
A very beautiful daughter.

I'm sorry.

I don't want to offend her.
- Don't let it bother you.

Perla is always so...
well, you will know one day.

It's an old story.
Did Zorro tell you something when...

he sent you here?
- Yes, that he will show up.

OK, let's wait then.

Who is Zorro?
Does anyone know his identity?

No one. For some people, he's
an executioner.

For others he's a bandit,
for those in need... a providence.

He writes to me about my father's death.

He makes me escape.
He gives me shelter.

Why does he do that?

It's the same question the others
have already asked themselves.

And what's the answer?
- You must find it by yourself, in your heart.

But enough talking, eat.

Here he is.

He is coming!

All down and hands up!
Come on, move!

Move, move! Come on!

- Hello.
- Good morning.

Here we are, I think we can proceed.
I must clarify one thing first though.

The auction was supposed to be completed
three months after Macaslim's death,...

or the date set for the execution.
That's the law.

But, as the gentlemen Wanderman
and Warner have put some valid reasons...

that the auction can be anticipated,

these reasons will be exposed now publicly
by one of the concerned parties.

- You may speak, Wanderman.
- Well, I...

No, turn to everyone, Ian.

Not much to say, only a few words.

If we don't have the auction now,
it'll be extremely damaging to...

the pastures, the livestock
and overall performance of the ranch.

That's all.

Wanderman has presented practical reasons
but not without a legal base.

The standard defense register
allows for deviation...

at the judge's discretion.
So we're OK.

Well said, Warner.

Yes, we must keep to the law,...

but the important thing in the law
is its interpretation.

Availing myself of my discretionary powers,
I decree that the auction begins...

at this time.

As bystanders have already declared
they know the properties for sale,

I think I can pass over
their description.

The auction starts from a basic price
that the court set:

- 10 thousand dollars.
- 15 thousand!

15 thousand dollars have been offered.
No one offers more?

- 17 thousand.
- Have you heard? Are there other offers?

Hey, where does the auction take place?

At the City Hall.
- Good. Oh, hi!

20 thousand.
- Good, Don Diego.

We're now at a bid of 20 thousand dollars.
20 thousand going once.

- 20 thousands going twice. Any advance?
- 25 thousand!

- 30 thousand.
- 35.

Just a minute. I have
to talk to my boss.

- I cannot stop the auction now.

Shut up and wait.
- Well, your Honor...

That's an important thing.
- So what, Bob?

The money of the livestock, Mr Wanderman,
the train has been attacked.

Stop the auction, judge.
- It’s not for me to do it, but the sheriff.

When the reason is relevant,
but in this case...

To hell with the relevance.
All my cash was on that train.

I retreat from the auction, sheriff.
Let's go.

Well, it's unpleasant
but the procedure

requires me to take
the offer of...

- 40 thousand.
- There are no higher bids?

45 thousand.

- 50 thousand.
- Good, Don Diego.

50 thousand dollars.
50 thousand dollars going once...50 thousand...

- 60 thousand.
- 65 thousand.

- 70.
- 70 thousand?

My word, I didn't believe
that ranch was worth much.

Well, 70 thousand going once, 70 thousand going twice,
70 thousand going three times.

Sold to Mr Warner.
The auction is closed.

Your Honor...
- Good morning, Don Diego.

That's it.
- Bravo, Don Diego.

You have pushed hard,
so why have you given up then?

I didn't want to purchase, I just wanted
to know how far you would go.

Goodbye, your Honor.
- Goodbye.

Who fired?
- Zorro. I saw him jumping from the veranda.

He was in the office.
- After him!

Damn. Bastard!

Come on, boys.

No, I don't understand you.

You've taken care of me.
You were like a sister to me.

There's hate in your eyes though.
What's up?

- Nothing.
- If you hate me, why did you do that?

My father ordered me.

Are you maybe saying to me that
you would have let me die?

Yes.

Why? Will you explain that to me?
- You're a gringo.

OK, but it isn't a good reason.
- Yes, it is.

The gringos are nefarious.

What have they done to you?
- Nothing.

No, Perla, one doesn't hate
this way without a reason.

They killed my brother.
They hung him on a tree.

My mother died of a broken heart.

I understand now. I realize
what you have suffered.

But good and evil are everywhere.

You don't have to hate me too,
that's not OK.

Why are you out of bed, boy?
Hello, Perla.

I'm OK, by now.
- Yes, I see.

What are you doing here with him?

I have waited for you to come back
and not left him alone.

Now I'm going to the town
for supplies.

OK, try to hurry up.

- Do you want anything?
- Yes.

What your father wants:
that you come back soon.

Hm, these Havana cigars are excellent!
You should not have trouble though.

And then a whole box...I'm confused.
- Not at all, for heaven’s sake, sheriff.

I have just received a big box, and
as I know you like them...Did I do wrong?

- No, no ....
- Sheriff!

I come to report a robbery.

- A robbery?
- Yes.

- From you, Warner?
- From me.

I was thinking of Wanderman's money.

If the victim is you, it's better for me
to leave, that's a private matter.

No, it's not necessary. There's nothing secret,
you can even stay.

If you like...

Zorro broke into my house. He broke into
the safe and completely cleaned it out.

Zorro?!
- Yes, him.

There is no doubt,
he even left a note.

Moreover, one of my men saw him.

- Are you sure you haven’t
got it wrong, Warner?

Fantastic! I have always believed
that Zorro is a legend. A myth.

No, he is not, don Diego.
Though I find it hard to believe you, Warner.

- Do you doubt my word?
- No, no, absolutely not.

I only have the impression that
this feat isn't in his style.

Zorro never steals.
- Yes, I know this old story.

He helps the poor, he's honest, brave,
rightful and unselfish...

...but me, I was screwed.

From what is said about Zorro, this
doesn't suit to a common robbery.

- Don't you think?
- No. Common?! No way!

He has stolen a large sum.
Very huge.

And he left me in an uncomfortable situation.
- Oh, I see...

- He stole the money for Macaslim's ranch.
- 70 thousand dollars?!

More or less, sheriff.
- A tidy sum!

- An irreparable loss.
- Yeah. Hence...goodbye ranch.

Listen, don Diego, I'm not
a man who gives up so easily.

Excuse me, Warner,
it was a simple inference.

You could avoid it.

I repeat my apologies.
I'm sulky though.

You don't have a sense of humor.
Have a good day.

A sense of humor...

well, don't explain it to me.
- He's one that likes to play.

Yes, with fire!

Yesterday he sent the auction up and today
he's teasing me, that spineless bastard!

Yes, I understand you.

And what do you intend to do
about the theft, sheriff?

Mah! If I've to tell you the truth...

taking legal action against Zorro
is like blaming a phantom.

Do you mean that you won't carry
out an investigation?

OK. Then I'll begin one against unknown persons.

Let's say that a man, dressed up
as Zorro, robbed me.

Maybe that's what actually happened.
Very likely.

Here is Warner.
Wait here.

I'm sorry, sheriff.
- You don't need to apologize.

About the payment you've to do
for the auction,...

I'll talk to the judge to
to let you get an extension.

You won't need to, I hope.
I'm waiting for some remittances.

Anyway, let me know.
- I will. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

How did it go?
- Good. Smoothly.

Gold and bucks are a good combination.
- Another thing and we'll be safe.

- What do you mean?
- Zorro.

This may be more difficult.
We don't know who he is.

I discovered he has some friends.
They'll tell us if we question them.

That's the Dominguez's daughter.

I know that they owe much to Zorro.
He helped them.

You're really very skilled at persuading.

Question her. If she doesn't talk,
go to her father and he'll speak.

Do I have to do it?
- It's necessary.

Zorro is holding us in his grasp by now,
if he has found the mark on the money bags.

Did you come alone?
- No. Three men are waiting for me in the saloon.

Good.
Take care of her.

Who is Zorro, speak!
- I don't know, I’ve never heard of him.

I've already said that I don't know.
Let me go!

Answer or I will lose my patience!

Damn bitch!
Speak, did you hear?

- Leave me alone!
- Respond, it's better for you.

Only if you speak.
- Never, dirty gringo!

Just as your wish.

You will speak. Or do you want
to end up like Joan of Arc?!

- Who is Zorro, speak!
- I don't know. Nobody knows.

Don't lie to me.
You know him!

You're nothing but a dirty bastard!
Miguel! Lock her up in the cabin.

Good, señor.

- That was a Warner's man who hurt you.
- Mark Warner?

He's one of the leaders of the country.
Incredible...

That's what I would have said too
until yesterday.

Well...can you prove that?

These bags marked by the
bank were in his safe.

- Here's the evidence.
- Why me?

Simple. Your reappearance
threatened to ruin his plans.

If you were alive, there wouldn't have been an auction.
And he wanted the ranch at all cost.

- So you think that the death of my father...
- Yes, my boy.

Although I can't prove it, I am convinced
that it was not an accident.

All this for the ranch?
- No.

It's because of its location. The new
railway will pass through that land, I heard.

Who may be?

Mr. Zorro, you've done a lot for me.

But now I'll pay a visit to Warren.

At due time, Fred. Tonight you
and Dominguez will do what I said.

Zorro!

Warner's men.

Put down that weapon!
I only want to talk to you.

If you care to do so, speak from
where you are. I'm listening.

I need to see Zorro. They told me you're
a friend of his, can you tell me where he is?

I would rather die, Buck,
than tell you!

Then die!

But with your daughter!
Do you recognize that?

It's Perla's bag.
- Dominguez, do you hear me?

Tell us where to find Zorro
or I kill your daughter.

You have a minute.

I go out now and throw them behind me. I'm going
to release Perla, I know where to find her.

Since they want me, let's satisfy them
and be ready to escape!

Watch out, it's Zorro, we have to catch him.
- By horses!

They are going away.

Chase him, quickly!

Go! Hi!

Clear off, boy, saddle a horse for you.

Come, Perla!

Hurry up, let's go!

They are two.

Keep still where you are!

Macaslim?
- In person.

There.

Don't be alarmed, I’ve come to
talk to you.

- With a gun in your hand?
- I have no other choice in this situation.

Come on, the pistols.

Have you heard me, sheriff?

- And you, Dominguez?
- I'm going with him.

The door.

That's stolen money.

The entire sum robbed from the bank.

- I hope that you will give me an explanation.
- Only in part.

Zorro will clarify everything later.
- Zorro?

Yes. He sent that money to you.

- Hence he stole it.
- From Mr. Warner's safe.

Do you mean that Warner is involved
in the bank robbery?

Yeah. In this and in other things.

He also kidnapped my daughter.

What are you saying?
- It's absurd.

Buck has threatened to kill Perla,
if I didn't say where Zorro is.

So, according to both of you,
Warner is a thief and a murderer.

You said it.
Zorro is able to prove that.

This isn't convincing you?

Why hasn't he come?
- He will.

We'll be waiting for him in the old saloon
in an hour. You'll be convinced.

I hope so, for your sake.
We'll see.

You shouldn't have let him go.

If he spills the beans,
I'll be ruined.

What are you doing here?
I told you not to come.

- Yes, I know, but it was necessary.
- What was that?

The guy came to us in the office.

- Fred Macaslim?!
- Just him.

He came from Zorro to return the money
from the bank...and to accuse you.

Quiet. Let's discuss.
What did the sheriff say?

He didn't believe him in the beginning,
naturally. But later, faced with certain facts...

Explain.

You had not to report the robbery with
the bags of the bank in the safe.

That's not all. Dominguez also said that Buck
kidnapped his daughter and threatened her.

- They are all in the saloon now.
- Who?

The sheriff, Dominguez, the judge,
Wanderman and Fred.

I think it's time we need
a change of air.

Yes.

But not still having a score
to settle.

Go and tell the boys.
I'll be waiting for you in the town.

OK, Warner.

So, what have you decided?

The railway affair is over.

But they'll pay for this.

If you want, you can go.

That million dollars
was also mine, partner.

Good. Here is enough to start again
somewhere else when we're finished.

That way!
You go there. I go this way.

You'll see he's coming.
- I hope so.

What's happening?
- Now I see.

Let's go with him.

Be out of range.

I bet that's Warner.
- Yes.

You won, boy, that's it.
I'm quite certain I saw him.

Hey, sheriff!
It's better you all give up!

And now listen carefully.

We know that you're involved
with others in the bank robbery!

Do you come out on your own
or do we pick you off?

We are waiting for
your answer, sheriff!

To the windows, quickly!

Buck!
No more fireworks.

Let's set fire to the saloon.

Hey you people, shoot!

A beautiful fire. Yes, indeed.

Bring buckets of water. We risk
being roasted here. Come on!

Move.

Go away! Come on!

Hurry up.

Bill, gather the men and
lead them to the town.

Goodbye, sheriff!
This is the end.

Damn dog!
- Be good boy! Are you crazy?

Do you want to play into his hands?
- I want a bullet in his body.

Yes, I would do it very gladly too.

But I'm 60 years old now because
I've never been in a hurry...

and I have learned to wait for my chance.

- Go!
- Yes, I go.

Alzar!

You and your guys go to the town,
right now!

Be quick with that gun!

Sheriff, it's Zorro!
Have you seen him coming?

Better late than never.

Buck.

Don't shoot. I'm unarmed.

Don't do it. You can't do it!

I should kill you
like a rabid dog.

Buck, he has exposed you.
- You're a filthy murderer.

You killed my father.

I want to savor your death.

Die slowly drop by drop of blood...

until you will hang from the gallows
and you'll be food for worms!

No! No...
- Yes, Warner.

And I'll be there that day.
You will die like a filthy coward.

Because you have been a coward
and a dirty bastard.

Come on, get up!

Dad!

Everybody in the henhouse.

Hey, sheriff!

I've heard that you have cleaned
the whole country from top to bottom. Bravo.

Yeah, thanks.
- Ah! I almost forgot.

Zorro send you these.
It's money stolen

from a train, if I
understood well.

I didn't know you knew him.
- And I don't know him.

But he knows me.

Thanks Don Diego.
- Do you thank me?

No. More than fair,
thanks to Zorro.

Adios, sheriff.

Adios!