All language subtitles for Veinte uno

Anita, what's the matter?

What happened?

Someone was at the window
and tried to grab me.

I can't understand
how he got away so quickly.

- You can see for miles out that window.
- What did he look like?

I couldn't see his face. It was in shadow.

Did you recognize him, Cresencia?
Could he have been one of our vaqueros?

I don't know, Don Diego. I didn't see him.

But you must have. He was right there.

I'm sorry, señorita, but I saw no one.

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All aboard, please.

I must leave you now, Anita.

Goodbye, Padre.

I would feel better
if your father were here to meet you.

He doesn't know I'm coming, remember?
It's a surprise.

Indeed it will be. All the way from Spain.

And by yourself, too.

I had you to look after me,
for which I'm very grateful.

I enjoyed every minute of it.

I only wish I could stay
to meet your father.

Why don't you?

I'm sure there'll be
an empty bed at his hacienda,

and he'd be happy to have you as a guest.

Gracias, my child,

but I am very anxious to reach my mission.

Ready, Padre?
- Yes, of course.

- Goodbye, Anita.
- Goodbye.

Hyah! Hyah.

Señor.

Sí, señorita? May I help you?

Where might I rent a carriage?

Sí, señorita, from me.

I own the stable just over there.

Good. Those are my bags.

Sí, señorita.

- Where are you going?
- To the Cabrillo hacienda.

Where did you say?

To the hacienda of Don Miguel Cabrillo.

I'm afraid there must be some mistake.

- There's no mistake. He's my father.
- Your pardon, señorita.

But I have never heard
of any Cabrillo hacienda.

Where have you been?

I believe it's one of the finest haciendas
in California.

I'm sorry, señorita.

You, señor.

Can you tell this man
how to reach the Cabrillo hacienda?

I'm so sorry, señorita. I do not know.

It's only a few days
I have been in this pueblo.

Well, there must be someone
who knows his way around this area.

Buenas tardes, Gonzales.

And to you, señorita.

Sergeant, here is the official mail.

Oh. Gracias, Gonzales.

- Corporal.
- Sergeant, can you help me?

With pleasure, señorita.

I am Sergeant Demetrio Lopez Garcia
of the king's lancers, at your service.

And this is my good friend,
Don Diego de la Vega.

- Señorita.
- Now, sergeant, will you tell this man

how to reach the Cabrillo hacienda?

Certainly, señorita.

Now, Gonzales, you go to the corner
and you turn to the left, and--

Where did you say, señorita?

I'm trying to tell the señorita
that there is no Cabrillo hacienda.

In fact, I don't know any
Don Miguel Cabrillo.

You, señor, surely you know.

I am sorry, señorita.
This is such a small community,

I'm sure we'd all hear
of the Cabrillo hacienda

- if there were such a place.
Excuse me, señorita,

but since you are a visitor
in Los Angeles,

there are certain papers
you must fill out.

Would you mind coming with me, please?
Don Diego, would you come too, please?

This man's waiting to see me.
I'll join you in a few moments.

Very well. Corporal, I'll take this.
You bring the baggage.

I am Raimundo Ruiz.

I heard in the tavern
that you were looking for new vaqueros,

and my compadre and I
would like very much to work for you.

The innkeeper mentioned you to me.

Where's your compadre?

In the tavern.

Why don't you get him,
ride out to the hacienda,

see my caporal
and tell him you spoke with me?

Right. Gracias.

Now, then, señorita.

What is your name, please?

Anita Cecilia Isabella Cabrillo.

Cabrillo?

Yes, Cabrillo,
and my father is Don Miguel Cabrillo.

Your mother's name?

- My mother is dead.
- Oh.

Who will you be staying with
while you are here in Los Angeles?

My father.

Señorita,
I will try to tell you once more.

Your father does not live in Los Angeles.

He does!

Señorita,
may I see your papers, please?

Uh... Sergeant, I've got to go now.

You stay right there, corporal.

It says here that your father's name
is Miguel Cabrillo,

and that he lives in Los Angeles.

But then, why is it that no one
has ever seen him?

Or even heard of him?

You agree my papers are in order.

Then you have no right to hold me here!

Bring my bags.

- Come in.

Oh, Don Diego. Come in, come in.

Well, am I, or am I not, under arrest?

You talk to her, Don Diego, please?

I think we can straighten this thing out
without too much difficulty.

Now, you came here
looking for your father.

When's the last time you saw him?

It was when my mother died, 12 years ago.

Where was this? Spain?

Yes, he put me in school there,
and then came to California.

Can you remember what he looks like?

No. Not exactly.

You forget, Don Diego,

there is no one named Cabrillo
here in Los Angeles.

I am sorry, señorita, but since you have
no one here in Los Angeles

- to be responsible for you...
But she has, sergeant.

Sí, my father.

Well, yes, and mine.

My father and I would be most happy

to have you as a guest
at the de la Vega hacienda.

We'll assume the responsibility
for her safety.

I am sorry, Don Diego,

but her papers permit her
to visit her father,

not to visit you and Don Alejandro.

- Please.

Please, señorita, do not cry.

Don Diego, perhaps--

I was saying, perhaps I should investigate
the señorita's story further.

- She can stay with you till then! I--

That's an excellent idea, sergeant.

I'll hire a carriage,
you take care of the baggage.

What? Oh, sí, Don Diego.

But how could she stop...

I knew I could count on you, sergeant.

Oh, señorita, I'll be right back.
And everything is going to be all right.

- It is?

I'm sorry I was
so much trouble to you, sergeant.

I am sorry too, señorita,
that I made you cry.

But rest assured,
if your father is here in Los Angeles,

I will find him for you.

Oh, gracias.

I'll come tomorrow.
We'll get to the bottom of this.

Gracias, Don Diego.

So that is the señorita
who can't find her father, eh?

Sí. Do you know him?

He never charged anything at my store.
Buenas tardes, sergeant.

Buenas tardes.

- Sergeant, I've been thinking.
- Oh?

- About the señorita's papá.
- Oh.

Maybe something happened to him.

Something like what?

Maybe something mysterious?

Something that nobody knows about.

- Had enough?
-Sí, gracias. I was hungry.

Don Alejandro, I hate to keep asking,

but are you certain
you've never heard of my father?

I am sorry, Anita. I have not.

But he lives here.

He writes to me from here,
and he sends me gifts from here.

- Yes, Cresencia?
- The señorita's bed is ready.

-Gracias.
- We will talk about this in the morning.

- You take good care of her now, eh?
- Oh, I will, Don Diego.

I know we're gonna be good friends.

Gracias, señorita.

Buenas noches, Don Diego. Don Alejandro.

Buenas noches.

Well, what do you think?

I don't know.
That is a fantastic story she tells.

A poor little rich girl,

all alone in the world,
with a father no one has ever heard of.

Yet, if you watch her as she tells it,
you know she really believes it.

- She's not just making it up.
- I do not know, Diego.

I cannot be too sure.

There's something about this
that's not as it should be.

I thought if she came here
to the hacienda, she'd at least be safe.

Mm-hm.

My nightclothes are in these small bags.

You can unpack the rest in the morning.

Muy bien, señorita.

What is it, señorita? What is it?

Anita, what's the matter?

What happened?

Someone was at the window
and tried to grab me.

It is all right, Anita.

Do you see anyone?

Not a soul.

I can't understand
how he got away so quickly.

- You can see for miles out that window.
- What did he look like?

I couldn't see his face. It was in shadow.

Did you recognize him, Cresencia?
Could he have been one of our vaqueros?

I don't know, Don Diego. I didn't see him.

- But you must have. He was right there.
- I am sorry, señorita, but I saw no one.

It was a man and he
tried to reach through the window

- and grab me.
- You are just tired, my dear.

You have had a long journey.

You believe he was there,
don't you, Diego?

Yes, I do. But he's gone now.
And we'll see that he does not return.

Now, why don't you get some sleep, eh?

I did see someone.

Cresencia, perhaps you'd better stay
with her a while.

Sí, Don Diego.

Buenas noches, Anita.

Buenas noches.

Gracias.

Well, Diego?

Cresencia will stay with her
till she's asleep.

Our little houseguest
has an active imagination.

- You think so?
- What else could it be?

You saw no one, and Cresencia saw no one.

And you know what eyes she has.

True. It could be just imagination.

- But you do not believe it?
- No.

All right, then.

I am listening.

Well, we know she came here
all the way from Spain

to visit her father, whom she believes
lives in Los Angeles.

-Sí.
- Now, someone has led her to believe this

by writing her
and sending her presents all these years.

So she says.

But her whole story could be a figment
of her imagination.

Or maybe it is some kind of a scheme
that she has plotted.

And if so, I would like
to know what she is up to.

- Oh, you really don't believe that.
All right.

I will not say
that she is a sweet little schemer.

But at the same time,
I will not say that I believe her.

You go find me this imaginary father.

I may do just that.

- Well?
- Nothing.

I did come across, though,

an interesting account of a fight
in the tavern between, uh...

you and Don Augustine.

Well, I do not think it is necessary

- to go back quite that far.
- Who won?

Any more of these reports, sergeant?

No, Don Diego. That was the last one.

There is no Don Miguel Cabrillo
in this register, either,

and this dates back to the time
when the pueblo was founded, 1781.

Well, Diego, I hope you're satisfied.

There is not now, nor has there ever been
any Don Miguel Cabrillo in Los Angeles.

And yet,
the young señorita is so positive.

Come in!

Gonzales.

It isn't time for the mail already, is it?

No, sergeant.

Don Diego, when I came back to my stable,

I found a message saying
that you wanted to see me.

Yes, I did.
You've been handling the coach horses

- and mail for some time now, haven't you?
-Sí, Don Diego, a good many years.

Did you ever come across any letters
addressed to a Don Miguel Cabrillo?

Cabrillo? No, Don Diego,

I have never seen any letters
to or from him.

That would be the father of the señorita
who arrived yesterday, would it not?

Sí.

- Will there be anything else, Don Diego?
- No, gracias.

My pleasure. Señores.

Now will you admit that Anita
is at least mistaken?

Or she's being deliberately deceived.

You know, Don Alejandro, she is so little,

it would be easier
if she was the one who was lost,

instead of her father.

- Where is she today?
- She's still a little tired.

I persuaded her to remain
at the hacienda and rest.

She's not too happy about it, though.

Oh, corporal,
straighten up the room, will you?

Sí, sergeant.

No. There was no sign of Anita's father
in any of the records.

Is she asleep?

I'm gonna get answers
from that young lady.

I wanna know
what kind of a game she is playing.

She's been asked a thousand questions
by almost everyone.

- I don't think you'll learn much that way.
- What do you suggest?

Well, we might learn more
if we just kept an eye on her.

It would also be a more
sensible precaution, for her own safety.

I'm going to talk to her
first thing tomorrow morning.

I'm worried about tonight.

Do not take too seriously
that fantastic story she tells

about someone trying to reach
through the window and grab her.

You do not really believe that story?

- Yes, I do.

Well, you can stay up
and chase shadows, if it pleases you.

I'm going to bed.

I believe I'll go to bed too.

We'll let Zorro watch her.

Is anybody here?

This is Anita Cabrillo.

Is anybody here?

Is anybody here?

Señorita Cabrillo.

Señorita Cabrillo.

Listen to me, and pay heed to what I say.

You have news for me about my father?

I give you this advice, señorita.

It is better to live in Spain
than to die in California.

Go back to Spain while you can,
while you are still able.

What is the word
you have about my father?

He is not here.
Make no attempt to look for him.

- Go back to Spain.

Get away from me. Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

I just do not understand it.

Why on earth would you
ride off alone into the night?

I'm sorry, Don Alejandro,

but someone tossed a note
through my window

saying to come along
if I wanted to learn about my father.

This is not only foolishness,
it's dangerous.

This almost cost you your life.

Riding off alone to look for your father.

Diego, the most exciting thing
in the world has happened to me.

I've met Señor Zorro.

He saved my life.

But you probably won't believe me,
it's so fantastic.

This story, señorita, I will believe.

Next week, a young señorita
with a song on her lips.

And her life in danger.

♪ Lonely guitar ♪

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

Tension mounts
in a baffling mystery

to hold you breathless
with suspense next week,

when the Walt Disney Studios
present Zorro.