All language subtitles for Diecisiete

♪ Out of the night
When the full moon is bright ♪

♪ Comes a horseman known as Zorro ♪

♪ This bold renegade
Carves a "Z" with his blade ♪

♪ A "Z" that stands for Zorro ♪

♪ Zorro! ♪

♪ The fox so cunning and free ♪

♪ Zorro! ♪

♪ Who makes the sign of the "Z"! ♪

♪ Zorro, Zorro, Zorro ♪

♪ Zorro, Zorro ♪

Hey, whoa, whoa.

What do you mean, bursting in?

The coach is here.

Did you contact the messenger?

I didn't dare. One of the viceroy's spies
was on the coach.

A spy? Oh. You did the right thing.
We can't take chances now.

Not if the messenger
brings me the word I expect.

As for the viceroy's spy...

Take care of the matter.

Yes, it's a nice saddle, Hernando.

Don Diego!

Excuse me.

Assume command of the troops
and return to the cuartel.

I will be in the tavern.

Si, Sergeant.

Well, Don Diego, you, uh, notice anything?

You're looking splendid, Sergeant.

No, you notice nothing else?

It is not so tight now.

You're reducing?
But you said you were going to the tavern.

Oh, just for a bite
to hold me till lunchtime.

As you suggested, Don Diego,
I'm eating light breakfasts.

- Sergeant, I told you, you must not--

What is the matter with him, Don Diego?

This man is dead. Do you know him?

No. But he arrived today
on the coach from San Pedro.

He must have come on yesterday's boat.

Indians!

Lancers! To arms!

Sergeant Garcia.

Yes, Your Excellency?

What is the trouble?

Indians. We are under attack.

Have you seen any Indians?

No, but that man was just murdered.

He was shot with an arrow.

One arrow does not make an Indian attack.

Post a double guard at the cuartel,

search the pueblo and then report to me.

Just what I was going to do.

Search the pueblo, then report to me.

Sergeant, this is a dangerous place
for a civilian.

I'd better get home.

This is a dangerous place for anybody!

I'd better get back inside the cuartel,
just to give my men confidence.

That carriage outside, who's here?

Three people? Do we know them?

Two of them are women, huh? Beautiful?

Uh-huh.

Yes, Bernardo.
Another eagle feather for our collection.

This one killed a man.

A man who came on yesterday's boat.

The murder was done
to look as though an Indian committed it.

Notice this, the way the notches are cut.

This feather, I took this from Rojas' hand
the day he was killed.

That is right.
Cut this way, it's a death signal.

Diego!

I thought I heard you come in.

I did not wish to disturb you.
I saw you had guests.

Don Francisco Montez.

Don Francisco? I thought he was ill.
He never goes anywhere.

- His daughter has returned.
- His daughter?

Magdalena, from Mexico City.

You may have heard that,
uh, she is very beautiful?

Yes, I have also heard other things.

About a beautiful woman and wealth,
people make scandals, my son.

A gentleman does not listen.

Very well, since it does not concern me,
I will not listen.

But it does.

I've invited all our friends tomorrow

to celebrate Magdalena's homecoming.

Francisco and I thought
you might take her for a drive,

show her around.

You and Francisco have become close
since he has a marriageable daughter.

My son, it's time you settled.

No one lives forever.

I would like to see grandchildren
in this house,

and rancho Montez is good land.
It would be a fine match.

I see. We increase our acreage
and our family at the same time.

Diego, I find you increasingly irreverent.

When you see her, I think you will find--

Father, may I see her tomorrow?
There is much I have to do today.

If you will not accept
the responsibilities of a gentleman,

at least adopt the manners,

even if it means sacrificing one afternoon
of idleness, poetry and music!

I will change and go right down.

Very well.

One thing, Father.
Do not count your grandchildren yet.

- Diego, my dear boy!
-Don Francisco.

It has been a long time. Much too long.

- You're looking well.
- Thank you.

-Dona Inez.
- Diego. I'm so glad that--

Uh, Diego, you remember
my daughter Magdalena?

She was a baby when we left Los Angeles.

As you know,
she was raised in Mexico City.

That is an excellent recommendation
for Mexico City.

- That's beautiful. What is it?
- I don't know.

I heard it played by a street musician
and I loved it.

It's much too pretty to be just a tune,
it should be a song.

But you need words for a song.

I find that you need words
for almost everything.

However, I have some I'd like to suggest.

What are they?

Welcome home, Magdalena.

I feel as though I am home now.

Still, I'm glad you did not know me
in my awkward growing-up stage!

We might have had a beautiful childhood.

Diego, you spoke of wanting
to take Magdalena for a drive.

My father speaks my mind
with the utmost precision.

Is it possible to have a bite
before we go?

And something for me, too.

My aunt will watch over us as duena.

Whatever fun we might have had,
we are not children now.

I find that the older we get,
the more watching we need.

Don Diego, tell me, what do you think?

Will they send a new Comandante?

Well, who can tell? What about the murder?

It is being investigated.

It is such a lovely day.

How would you like to take a drive
and meet a lady?

Meet a lady?

Oh...

You are so kind, Don Diego.
She is beautiful.

What a face! And that hair, it is...

Not Señorita Montez.
It is her aunt I am talking about.

I thought you were my friend.

Dona Inez is a lovely lady.

I have some work to do. Excuse me.

Sergeant, remember your promotion?

It is not enough to be a good soldier,
you must have social position.

Now as the husband
of the wealthiest widow in Los Angeles,

your position would be irreproachable.

The man who becomes Dona Inez's husband
is a fortunate man.

You know, Don Diego,
I think the one who was her husband

is the fortunate one.

Dona Inez, this is Sergeant Garcia,

Comandante of the pueblo,
a gallant soldier and your admirer.

I am delighted to meet you,
Señor Comandante.

Would you excuse me a moment?

Has the murderer been found?

Well, what did you find?

They buried him? On whose orders?

Sergeant Garcia, eh?

So the case is closed
and they buried the body.

All right, Bernardo, I'll see you at home.

Yes. It is true, Dona Inez.
A soldier's life is one of sacrifice.

Your aunt is a very understanding woman.

Did you know Diego saw a man
murdered today right at the pueblo?

These are bad times.

Get in, Sergeant.

I'm so glad you are with us,
Señor Comandante.

With a soldier along, I feel safe.

There's no denying it,

Sergeant Garcia's presence
does carry weight!

One of our better sights.

It is beautiful.

An enchanted lake.

Why are we stopping, Don Diego?

To admire the view.

It is beautiful, a beautiful place
for a picnic, but we have no food.

Heh?

What do you mean, Don Diego?

Remember your promotion.

Oh, si, si.

I used to swim here when I was a child.

It seems like such a long time ago.

I would love to come here to swim.

Oh, but I'm afraid I would
shock my father very much.

Aunt Inez, oh!

Does it shock you?

Well, let us say that I'm not
entirely unmoved by the idea.

Comandante!

How gentle. How kind.

A soldier with a heart of a poet.

Señora, it is possible to be a soldier
and still appreciate the finer things.

I am sure you are very brave.

Well...

And modest, too.

Comandante, tomorrow night,

Don Alejandro
is giving a party for Magdalena.

There is to be dancing.
Naturally, you dance?

All officers dance.

Of course. I dance a little,
when my feet don't hurt.

Say you will be my escort, Comandante.

It's funny how things happen
and how people can change.

You were very determined not to like me
when we met today.

- Oh?
- Mm-hmm.

And how do you know?

Mmm.

How do you feel now?

Determinations change, too.

Don Diego!

Well, obviously, we should
have drowned Sergeant Garcia.

Dona Inez thinks
we should be getting back.

Comandante Garcia is hungry.

You know how it is with men of action.

A big man, a big appetite.

Not such a big appetite.
I just appreciate good food.

The Sergeant's appreciation is boundless!

Now you seem happy, Señorita Montez,

but this morning when you arrived
on the coach from San Pedro,

I did not think
you liked our little pueblo.

Oh, then you came on yesterday's boat?
Did you have a nice trip?

It was a long one.

I had an encounter
with a fellow passenger of yours.

- A fellow passenger?
- Yes.

A small, dark man with a rather,
uh, French-looking mustache.

Oh, Señor Mendoza.

Yes, he's the one.

- He's dead.
- Dead?

Shot with an arrow.

I tell you, it is no longer safe
to walk the streets of the pueblo,

even in the daytime.

Oh, forgive me, Señorita.

I did not know he was a friend of yours.

Oh, I barely knew him.
On shipboard you meet everyone.

It's late. We'd better be going home.

Thank you, Diego,
for a very instructive tour.

It has been most instructive for me, too.

Welcome, Your Excellency.

I regret official duties made me so late.

- Good evening, Don Francisco.
-Señor.

May I offer my congratulations
and my condolences?

- I do not understand.
- You regained a daughter.

But from the stir she's making
among the young men of the pueblo,

you will soon lose her.

May I, uh, be permitted
to meet this already famous young lady?

But, of course. Magdalena.

His Excellency, the king's magistrate
has asked to meet you.

Excuse me.

I was not wrong
when I told you she was beautiful, eh?

No, Father, you were not wrong.

But it is very simple.

Two steps left, two to the right,
two to the left again.

You can remember that.

Si. I can, but my feet cannot.

- It is so warm.
- Permit me?

Thank you.

Oh.

Ahh.

You have something for me?

He's only a deaf-mute.
He can hear nothing.

Why did you kill Señor Mendoza?

He was sent by the viceroy to spy on you.

- They know?
- Not yet, they only suspect.

- But to kill him without--
- We're not playing with children.

Now do what you were sent to do.

Be especially nice to the Magistrado.
Offer him a drink.

- But, Don Diego, I was just--
- Remember your promotion.

With your permission, a military matter.

No, I don't want anything to drink.

If you don't get out of my way--

Oh! Excuse me.
A thousand pardons, Your Excellency!

All right. Tell this idiot
I don't want anything to drink.

Bernardo is a little difficult.

Oh, look. Here comes Sergeant Garcia.

Your Excellency,
what a magnificent evening!

On such a night, a man can dance forever.

Wine, music, ladies--

Sergeant, what is the matter with you?

Well, I am a little thirsty.
Thank you for asking.

If you will excuse me, I am in a hurry.

But, Your Excellency,
just one small glass.

Sergeant, what are you doing?
I just got rid of this idiot!

Excellency, I meant to say, I thought--

You thought? When did you start?

Oh! I'm sorry, Your Excellency.

I'm a little unsteady!
Since you're having another--

I am not having another.

With your permission, señores?

Don Diego, I don't think he likes me.

At least you have one unqualified admirer.

Oh, there you are.
Diego, I was going to talk to Francisco.

While we have all our friends here,
should we announce the engagement?

No... No, Father.

- Not leaving already?
- No, no.

I had forgotten something in my carriage.

But, Diego, only a moment ago
you seemed to think--

Believe me, Father,
an announcement would be premature.

It's getting late
and this party has gone on long enough.

Excuse me.

Good night, Diego.

Diego, you must come and visit us
as often as you like.

You'll be surprised,
how soon you'll be seeing me.

Ha!

Don Alejandro,
it has been a most enjoyable evening.

Your Excellency
has made it an honored one.

The Magistrado's hired killer.

When I cut that feather,
I thought I was signing his death warrant.

It was Magdalena's.

She's guilty as the rest of them,
but I cannot let her die.

Yes, my friend. Saddle the black horse.

Diego! His Excellency has agreed
to sample our new shipment of Madeira.

I'm sure His Excellency must be tired.

No. I'd love to try the Madeira.

Perhaps the sergeant would also?

Thank you, but I've got to take...

I mean, I am privileged
to escort Doña Inez home.

Oh, I will stay, Comandante.

Who could resist
the wishes of a strong man?

Will you not step into the sala?

Don Diego, is there any chicken left?

Yes, Bernardo will take care of it.

- Wasn't there rice, too?
- Yes.

- And that delicious gravy?
- Oh, yes, Sergeant.

Gracias, Don Diego.

Sergeant, will you pour the wine?

Of course, Don Alejandro.

Now, if you will excuse me.
I have a headache.

Diego, uh, pardon.

There is no finer remedy
for a headache than Madeira.

That is the trouble, Excellency.
I have already had too much Madeira.

- Sergeant?
- Huh?

Oh! I will take it.

Please. These are our guests.

One would almost think
Don Diego had a rendezvous

if we had not seen the young lady
leave with her father.

Shall we drink the Madeira?

The King.

You must excuse me. I've had too much.

I must get some air.

You'll have to take my place.

No, as Diego.

We are being followed.

Hyah!

Give me the reins.

Just a little
to wash down the excellent chicken.

Sergeant, why not put
a funnel down your throat?

Ah!

This is the finest Madeira
I've tasted since I came to California.

My son is the real judge of wine.

Diego, what is your opinion of it?
What is the age?

I'm afraid tonight Don Diego
judged a little too much!

Yes.

It is not serious,
but he should see a doctor.

I don't know how to thank you.

And after he's seen a doctor,
take the first boat back.

Your plot has already
caused the death of one man.

At least you've shown me
it extends to Mexico City.

Señor Zorro, what does this mean?

Perhaps your daughter
found life in the capital dull.

Did you need excitement?

Believe me, I did not know
anyone would be hurt.

Well, someone was hurt.

And that feather you carry
nearly caused your own death.

Oh, why didn't you let him kill me?

I will be a long time
explaining that to myself.

- Magdalena?
- Later, Father.

Adios, Magdalena.

That was delicious, Don Alejandro,
but, really, I must be going.

Me, too.
It is very late.

You have kept me out to a scandalous hour,
you naughty man.

Diego, my dear boy? I will say good night.

Diego, did you hear me?

Ah, he is awake at last.

You have missed all
of Comandante Garcia's exciting stories.

Comandante! I think I am going to faint.

Me, too!

Bernardo, you noisy fellow.

Just because he is deaf,
he thinks no one else can hear.

But he is over there...

Bernardo.

I would get rid of him,

but there are things
I cannot do by myself.

You seem better, my son.

The nap did wonders for me.

Although, I had a terrifying dream.

I dreamt I was running as fast as I could,

and yet, I was sure
I would never get back in time.

Next week, a cunning plot is set

as Zorro is marked for death
by his own father.

Paco will not be killed.

It is simply a trap we
have devised to catch Zorro.

Zorro?

Father against son...

Each fighting for survival.

Be with us next week,
when the Walt Disney Studio presents

another dramatic adventure
in the life of Zorro.