All language subtitles for Veinte dos lu

You'll see whether or not
I'm telling the truth.

I'll let you read some of the letters.

And if he wasn't here in Los Angeles,

well, how would he know
some of the things he wrote about?

The letters are gone!

You don't have to laugh at me,

- or even wink about it!
- Anita.

- They were there!
- Please. Anita.

I had them all
tied together with a ribbon!

The sergeant meant nothing by it.

No one will believe me.

Everything goes wrong!

The Walt Disney Studio
presents Zorro, starring Guy Williams.

- I shall go now to pick up my baggage.
- I'll see you back at the hacienda.

Keep your eye on Anita as she shops.

Let me know if you see anyone
following her about the plaza.

Don't break it down.

Come in, come in.

Oh, it's you, Don Diego.

Forgive me, I didn't know.

Sergeant, was I mistaken,

or did you not feel a slight earthquake
a few moments ago?

Earthquake? No, Don Diego, I didn't feel--

Oh. Maybe that was just me.

I have been trying
to take off a little weight.

Well, congratulations, sergeant.

How much did you lose?

I don't actually lose it, I...

I just seem to shake it down a little bit.

Something is wrong, Don Diego?

This little girl, Anita,
who is staying with us,

I am worried about her, sergeant.

I'm afraid she may be in great danger.

Don Diego,
I have been thinking and thinking

about the things she tells us,

about her father
writing her from Los Angeles,

and about Zorro saving her life.

Sometimes young people, well, they...

They have ideas about things
that aren't really so.

Zorro has saved many people,
why not this little girl?

Tell me, do you really think
she would have come here from Spain,

looking for her father,
if she did not believe he was here?

But we know there is no
Don Miguel Cabrillo

here in Los Angeles,
and there never has been.

I can't help what she thinks.

All right, answer me this.

Who has been writing her,
pretending to be her father?

And where is the father?
What became of him?

I don't know, Don Diego.

No, sergeant.

Someone is deliberately
trying to cause this girl harm.

Or at least to frighten her,

possibly to prevent her
from stirring up an investigation.

And why, sergeant?

What is it they're trying to cover up?

Please, Don Diego,
I have thought and thought about this,

and I have got an answer to it.

But you keep asking
all the wrong questions.

- You have an answer?
-Sí.

I think the girl should go back to Spain.

Her papers say she is permitted
to come to California to visit her father.

Her father is not here.

So how can I let her stay to visit him?

You there!

Take those things back into the store.

Back into the store!

Make him understand.

You cannot take those things
till I get my money.

- You'll get your money. I told you that!

Listen to me, señorita.

Either you pay cash,
or you go get Don Diego.

Have him come and say it's all right
to put these on the de la Vega account.

I tell you, I don't want them
on the de la Vega account.

I'll pay for them myself.

I just forgot to bring enough money.

I'm sorry, señorita,
but how do I know you have enough money?

Because I just told you so.

For all I know,
this could be just another made-up story.

Is this man
causing you any trouble, señorita?

This is no affair of yours, señor.

I work now for the de la Vegas,
where she is a guest.

If you cause her trouble,
it is very much my business.

You practically
called the señorita a liar.

You should apologize for that!

Let him go!

I'm not accustomed
to haggling with tradespeople.

How about these?
Shall I put them in the carriage?

Let him go,
and I hope I never see any of those again.

What's the matter? What's going on?

He insulted the señorita, patrón.

Called her a liar.

I did no such thing.

I only said she was going
to take these things,

and all I said was--

I'm sorry, señor, it was my fault.

I should've told you
to let her take whatever she wants.

Sergeant Garcia has agreed
to provide a couple of lancers

to stay with you at all times,
so there won't be any more danger.

Gracias.

But, señorita,
this does not change things.

You will still have to return
to Spain as soon as possible.

Return to Spain?

I am sorry, but I must insist.

Can't I at least stay
until I find my father?

No. The acting comandante
of the Pueblo de Los Angeles

has given orders
that you must return to Spain.

I am the acting comandante.

You have given orders?

Who are you to--?

The acting comandante.

To order me shipped around
like a bag of grain?

You just wait
until my father hears about this.

Or wait until the governor
finds out about it.

He'll fix you.

- The governor?
- Yes, he's my father's best friend.

And when he finds out
you've sent me back to Spain,

he'll have you court-martialed.

But... One moment, señorita.

Couldn't we talk this over?

I could send a courier
to Monterey to ask him.

I mean, if it's all right
with the governor for you to stay here,

it's all right with me!

You never told me
that your father knew the governor.

- Did he?
- Yes.

Well, supposing he writes back
to Sergeant Garcia

and says that he's never heard of
Miguel Cabrillo?

I don't care.

Anita, I know you're upset.

And I understand how you feel, but...

this sort of thing,
this not telling the truth,

well, it can only make matters worse,
not better.

Even when I tell the truth,
no one believes me.

- I believe you.
-Gracias.

And I have an idea. Come.

Could anyone else have opened
the mail sacks before you?

What about one of your drivers?

One of your helpers?

No, I am sorry, señor.

It is not possible.

For many years,
there was nobody drove the coach but me.

Somebody could have ridden on the coach
and opened the sacks.

But I wrote the letters and I mailed them.

What happened to them?

They couldn't just disappear.

This I cannot answer.

Gracias, señor.
Sorry to have troubled you again.

Wait a minute, it's not just what I say.

But I have proof
I received letters from my father.

They're in my trunk at the hacienda,
every one he ever wrote to me.

Could you tell anything by these letters?

Whether they were mailed
in Los Angeles or not?

That is possible.

Why don't you bring in one or two,
and let me look at them?

I mean, if you really have them, señorita.

Come in.

- You're writing a letter to the governor?
-Sí, Don Diego.

I thought I could tell him
exactly what happened, and then...

Anita, she's a little upset.

It's not-- Well, it's not literally true

that her father's
a friend of the governor.

I should have known.

The señorita,
she is a little reckless with the truth.

She is even reckless
with the things she makes up.

Never mind this now, sergeant.

I think we can prove
just how much of her story is true

and how much is imagination.

You'll see whether or not
I'm telling the truth.

I'll let you read some of the letters.

And if he wasn't here in Los Angeles,

well, how would he know
some of the things he wrote about?

Even describing the crown on the statue
of the Virgin at the mission...

They're gone.

The letters are gone!

You don't have to laugh at me,

- or even wink about it!
- Anita!

- They were there!
- Please. Anita.

I had them all
tied together with a ribbon!

The sergeant meant nothing by it.

No one will believe me.

Everything goes wrong!

Now, now.

Go ahead and have a good cry.

All right,
even if the girl tells the truth,

what does it mean?

Somebody has deceived her,

led her here to California
under false pretenses.

And I still say
she will be better off back in Spain.

I just want to make sure
she has a chance to get back.

Before anything happens.

What do you intend to do?

I understand that there
is a trading ship expected.

I will inquire about
accommodations for a passenger.

The summers I spent
with my grandparents in Castile,

after my mother died.

It was a beautiful place.

So impressive and...

And so many servants.

Always a lonely place for a little girl.

Sometimes I would ask them
about my father,

what he was like.

But they always would hurry
and change the subject.

Well, señorita,
they could have had their reasons.

His family wasn't nearly so wealthy.

And they never quite forgave
my mother for marrying him.

I could tell that.

I think they made him
promise to stay in California.

But I never knew exactly why.

Well, now, won't you like to rest a while?

No, I'd like to go out in the patio
and sit for a while.

It's so pleasant and cool out there.

Señorita?

Sí?

Do not lose hope.

You will find your father.

He's the only one
I have left in the world.

I have to find him.

♪ Lonely guitar ♪

♪ Is there no one who loves us? ♪

♪ Lonely guitar ♪

♪ Not a soul seems to care ♪

♪ The stars in the sky
Look like teardrops ♪

♪ Because I've been crying ♪

♪ And the breeze seems to sigh ♪

♪ As I whisper my penance ♪

♪ In prayer ♪

♪ Lonely guitar ♪

♪ Now our song is a sad song ♪

♪ Longing we are ♪

♪ For someone to adore ♪

Oh, Diego.

No, no, please, continue. It's lovely.

I was merely passing the time.

I would like to ask you something.

In your father's letters,
did he ever mention

how far away his hacienda
was from the pueblo?

In which direction it was?

There were so many things he wrote about.

And yet I realize now
how little he ever really told me.

Either about himself or the way he lived.

Mostly I think
I just read between the lines.

Well, do you think it's possible that,
uh, he could be a soldier?

A tradesman?

Maybe even a vaquero?

Oh, no. He'd be of the upper class.

The reason I ask is that there have
been no dons or caballeros arriving here

in the past dozen years
who could possibly be your father.

- But of course, the other people...
- Oh, no, that would be hard to believe.

But you still want to find him, huh?

He is my father, isn't he?

Whatever he does in California,

does that change
the kind of man he really is?

And if he's alive, we'll find him.

Will you excuse me?

♪ Well, some sunny day ♪

♪ There may come our way ♪

♪ One who will love us ♪

♪ Then, my lonely guitar ♪

♪ You and I will be lonely ♪

♪ No more ♪

- Señorita?
-Sí?

Don Alejandro,
he would like to see you, please.

I want to talk to you, my child.

Anita, I want you to know

it has been very nice having you here
at our hacienda, as our guest.

I could ask for nothing
more pleasant than that.

But, uh, we do have to face reality.

I've just learned that a ship is expected
in Buenaventura in the next few days.

You should get started back to Spain.

Oh, no, please, Don Alejandro.

I've come so far.

Don't send me back
without finding my father.

I am thinking only of your own good.

It is a futile search,
and there may be certain dangers for you.

- Cresencia.
-Sí, Don Alejandro.

She should have her things all packed,
so we can leave

early in the morning for Buenaventura.

I will start packing your things.

No, please.
For a while, I'd like to be alone.

Raimundo, can you come here a minute?

Raimundo, listen to me.

Can you take me
to the Mission San Fernando?

- Did the patrón say for me to do it?
- No, they want to send me back to Spain,

but I've got to see the padre
who came over on the ship with me.

I'm sure he'll make them understand.

I'm afraid I cannot do it, señorita.
The patrón, he would not like it.

I can pay you.

One hundred pesos? Two hundred?

How much do you want?

It is a long trip, señorita.

I will get my compadre
to make sure everything goes well.

I thought I could fold these

and place them in the trunk,
if you won't be needing them.

Don Diego! Don Alejandro!

Come quickly.

- Don Diego! Don Alejandro!
Yes, Cresencia, what is it?

The señorita, she is gone, out the window.

I just came with her clothes
and the window was open.

Don Diego.

- Look here. A man's footprints.

Dios mío.
- Go find Bernardo.

Go quickly. Bring him here.

- What do you want?
- I just wanted to get her out of the room.

There is work here for Zorro.
You hurry on.

I will ride to the pueblo
and notify Sergeant Garcia.

You know, this is all very strange.
There's no sign of a struggle, nothing.

Yes, but she could be in danger.

And if she is,
I certainly will feel responsible.

Why did you bring me here?

I've been here before, this isn't the way
to the San Fernando mission.

If they are looking for you, señorita,
it is safer to come this way.

Don't do that, señorita.

You little wildcat!

- Stay where you are.
- Stay away from me. Help!

Don't come any closer or I'll jump.

You do that, señorita. It will save us
the trouble of pushing you.

You've gone that far, señorita.
Now you'll have to go the rest of the way.

Help! Help!

Zorro!

Are you all right, señorita?
This is Zorro!

I'm safe, for now!

Help! Señor Zorro!

Get me out of here!

Let me up! Let me up!

Help!

Señor Zorro!

You'll not leave
this world just yet, señor.

Not until you've answered some questions.

Sí, señor. Gracias.

I owe you my life, Señor Zorro.

I will be glad to answer
any of your questions.

Well, my first question is...

- what do you have...

- in your left hand?

Zorro! Hurry, please!

Help! I'm slipping!

Just be still, señorita.
Don't move and you'll be all right.

Try not to look down, señorita.

I'll get you up. I'm getting a rope.

Tornado. Tornado, here.

Grab this, señorita.

It's too far away.
I can't reach it.

I'm coming down to get you!

Just hold on tight, señorita.

Get a good grip on this rope.

All right, Tornado. Go!

Gracias again, Señor Zorro.

Just remember what I told you.

This is not Castile or Madrid.

Anyone who carries money here
is in constant danger.

But a young lady who rides out
in the night with a bag of gold,

well, she's asking for the trouble
she is bound to find.

I'm sorry, but I couldn't just stay here
and let them send me back to Spain.

Promise me you will not try
anything so foolish again.

I promise only one thing.

If my father is alive, I'll find him.

And I can't do this by sitting in my room.

♪ Zorro, Zorro, Zorro ♪

♪ Zorro, Zorro ♪

Next week,
a shadowy figure in the night

holds the key to the mystery
that baffles Zorro.

If the rich señorita is willing to pay
so many pesos for her letters,

she will pay even more for her papá.

You've got one minute to live!

You and your fancy daughter!

Next week, you'll share
in solving the greatest mystery

that ever faced the adventurous Zorro.