Everybody's in!
Listen.
I'm going to give you the great honor...
of being my horse.
We are like one spirit.
Damn it! Damn it, stop!
Go! Go, go, go!
Get him!
Kill him.
Zorro! The legend has returned!
Don't yell.
I need sanctuary, Father. You don't know me, so...
Zorro? Of course I know you.
Is it really you? I must say, the years have been far kinder to you than to me.
I have no time to talk now.
Father, please hide me.
Come.
It's just like the old days.
Padre, is that you?
Is everything all right? It sounds like there is a battle going on.
Don't worry, my dear.
You are safe in the house of the Lord.
Of course, Padre.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It has been three days since my last confession.
How many sins could you have committed in three days?
Come back when you have more time, please.
Excuse me?
Listen, senorita...
Please...
go on.
I have broken the fourth commandment, Padre.
- You killed somebody? - That is not the fourth commandment.
Of course not.
In what way did you break the most sacred...
of commandments?
I dishonored my father.
That is not so bad. Maybe your father deserved it.
What did you say?
I said, tell me more, my child.
Well, I try to behave properly...
the way my father would like me to...
but I'm afraid my heart is too wild.
- Too wild? - Yes.
Could you be a little more specific about that?
I had impure thoughts about a man.
I think he was a bandit or something. He wore a black mask.
He had a deep voice?
Yes.
Ruggedly handsome?
I do not know. His face was half-covered.
But something in his eyes captured me.
Captured you.
I felt warm and feverish.
Lustful?
Yes. Lustful.
Forgive me.
I forgive you.
Look over there, by the altar!
Go the other way. He has to be here.
Search everything.
The chapel, the loft, the rectory, all of it.
This is a house of God.
Don't worry, Padre. We'll be gone by the time He gets back.
Senorita, you have done nothing wrong.
The only sin would be to deny what your heart truly feels.
Now go.
Elena!
- What are you doing here? - I was confessing.
- Confessing? - Yes.
To whom? The priest is here.
Stand back, Elena.
Please.
Out of respect for Miss Montero...
I'll deal with you later.
Horse! Come here!
Blackie! Thunder!
Storm! Stupido! Get over here now!
I warn you. I'll get another horse.
So...
what do you think?
Sir. Sir.
I got the black stallion. I carved a "Z" in the cuartel.
Don Diego, the people will be speaking the name of Zorro again.
Stealing horses and marking walls makes you worthy enough to wear that mask?
Be careful.
You're a thief, Alejandro.
A pitiful clown.
Zorro was a servant of the people. He was not a seeker of fame like you.
A buffoon.
Zorro did what was needed.
And now he's needed again.
I didn't ask for your help in the cantina...
but I came here to learn how to fight like you...
to have your strength, your courage.
Now, when I try to use them, you slap me down?
Let me tell you something: I am tired of all your training, your lecturing.
I am tired of waiting for you to tell me I am ready.
I have my own scores to settle...
a new life to find.
I thought I could do it here...
but I was wrong.
Alejandro!
Choose your weapon.
Montero has invited every don in California...
to a banquet at his hacienda.
If you want to be of service, you can join them as a spy.
I think I do not understand, sir.
You have passion, and your skill is growing...
but to enter Montero's world I must give you something...
which is completely beyond your reach.
Oh, yes? And what is that?
Charm.
What is that?
Convince Montero that you're a gentleman of stature...
and he will let you into his circle.
Me?
A gentleman?
This is gonna take a lot of work.
Yes.
Look at me. I look like a butterfly.
This is the most stupid thing I've ever done.
I doubt that.
- We'll never get away with this. - Yes, we will.
A nobleman is nothing but a man who says one thing...
and thinks another.
What if Montero realizes who you are?
Montero thinks of himself as a true nobleman.
He will never look a servant in the eye.
Listen to me.
Listen to me!
The most important thing of all...
Do not let the dons leave the table without you.
- Yes. - Good.
And good luck tonight.
Thank you.
Stand up straight.
Charm.
Don Rafael Montero?
Good evening.
I am Don Alejandro del Castilloy Garcia.
Formal greeting of the Spanish court.
I've not seen that in years.
My father was very strict in matters of etiquette.
Who is your father?
Don Bartolo del Castillo.
I have heard of Don Bartolo, but I've never met him.
I arrived last week from Spain...
by way of Paris, Lisbon and San Francisco.
I am inspecting my family's holdings.
Queen Isabella of Spain has been very generous to us.
Very impressive. What brings you to my door?
When I heard you were back in California...
I knew I must introduce myself.
Her Royal Highness speaks very highly of you.
Really?
I was under the impression I was out of favor with the Spanish court...
since California was lost to Mexico.
Only in certain circles.
Her Majesty knows those unfortunate events were clearly no fault of yours.
She also told me this province is still a land of opportunity...
for a man of vision.
And you are a man of vision?
I am a man in search of a vision.
But my timing is unfortunate.
I have interrupted a party.
Perhaps I could call again?
No, no. It would honor me for you to join us.
It would honor me to do so, sir.
Please allow me to introduce my daughter Elena.
Of course.
Charmed.
I'm afraid I have brought no gift for the hostess.
Wait a moment.
- Thank you. - My pleasure.
Bernardo, pick up your feet.
Don Alejandro.
My father and I Would like you to join us at our table.
I would be delighted, senorita.
Don Alejandro, I'm so pleased you could join us.
Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Don Alejandro del Castillo y Garcia...
recently returned from Spain.
And this is Captain Harrison Love.
Not a don, but certainly a kindred spirit.
Are you not the man who was chasing a legendary bandit recently?
He was hardly legendary.
So you caught him?
It's only a matter of time.
Well, the bandit may have escaped...
but the rest of us will certainly think twice...
before going to confession.
Thank you.
With all due respect, Don Hector, I disagree.
Until these people are free to govern themselves...
we will see many more "Z"s carved into walls.
Don Alejandro, what do you think?
I think...
sheep will always need a shepherd...
but certainly not this Zorro creature.
He probably wears the mask to hide his bald head and unsightly features.
There are some who would call him heroic.
Heroism. A romantic illusion.
- Much like nobility. - Elena, that is enough.
Myself, I would think heroism is something to aspire to, not sneer at.
All that playing with swords...
shooting guns, racing around with horses...
gives me a frightful headache.
Such sweaty pursuits are hardly the work of a gentleman.
And what is? Climbing in and out of carriages?
No, my dear.
But increasing one's holdings so as to provide lavish comfort...
for young ladies... such as yourself.
A woman's grasp of politics. What can I say?
Well, we're at a party, aren't we?
Elena, may I have the honor of this dance?
I would be glad to.
Yes? Were you looking for something?
A sense of the miraculous in everyday life.
Oh, really. Well, why don't you try looking someplace else?
The lady and I were trying to dance.
You were trying.
She was succeeding.
Forgive me, Capitan.
A shameless joke at your expense...
and I hope it will not be the last.
Don Rafael wants you back at his table... now.
Would you care to try something more robust?
Or do you feel unequal to the task?
No, on the contrary, Don Alejandro.
I think only of your distaste for perspiration.
Maestro.
Well, that is the way they are dancing in Madrid these days.
Excuse me, Don Rafael. I need to catch my breath.
Your daughter is a very spirited dancer.
"Spirited." Thank you for putting it so delicately.
I apologize if you were offended.
Oh, no, no, no, no. Completely unnecessary, I assure you.
She is young and impulsive.
But her beauty is beyond compare...
and she has her father's commanding presence.
As an advisor to Her Royal Highness in matters of finance...
it would be my pleasure to introduce you both at court.
Join us in the courtyard. There's something I'd like to share with you.
What is that?
A vision.
Fellow dons of California...
all of us here can recall the golden years when we ruled this country.
We commanded respect as noblemen, and we amassed a great deal of wealth...
but there was something we never achieved.
We never determined our own destiny.
Well, the time has come.
Time to claim what always should have been ours.
My friends...
I give you the independent Republic of California.
Don Rafael, every man here owes you something.
The land you gave us made us all wealthy men.
However, we must question your motives.
The day you arrived on the beach you made us all look like fools.
That is absurd, Don Pedro. I was merely playing to the crowd.
And what are you doing now if not "playing to the crowd"?
Now you're inciting us to raise arms against Santa Anna...
when you know perfectly well we could never defeat his army.
I was not suggesting that we fight him for California.
I was suggesting that we buy it from him.
Santa Anna is waging a very expensive war with the United States...
and is increasingly short of money.
Even if we al! Combined our fortunes...
we could not come up with enough money to buy this country from Santa Anna.
I have already brokered a deal with him.
You're living in a dream, Montero.
And why don't we all live in the same dream together?
Meet me here tomorrow morning, gentlemen...
for a journey that will open your eyes and lay all your doubts to rest.
My friends, I give you...
Eldorado.
Technically, of course, all this gold belongs to Santa Anna...
but fortunately, for us, he's completely unaware of its existence.
For the deception to work, all these bars...
have been marked with the Spanish seal so he'll think they've come from Spain.
You see now, gentlemen? Is it becoming clearer to you?
Two days from now we will buy this country from Santa Anna...
and we will buy it with gold dug from his own land.
Where did you find all these people?
Anywhere we wanted.
Brilliant.
It's only part of the mining process.
At first we were just picking it up off the ground, but now we're blasting.
So, this is the future of California, huh?
This is my vision, yes.
Up here!
Well, now ain't you a sight for sore eyes.
Full-grown vultures walkin' around like real folk.
Welcome!
Welcome to hell's outhouse.
They call us "the disappeared ones."
But, as you can see, we ain't exactly disappeared.
- We just been a little hard to find. - Wait!
You. I know you.
You bet you do, peckerwood.
I'm the legendary Three-Fingered Jack...
and you are a bunch of murderin' trash...
dressed up in fancy, sweet-smellin' doodads.
Ignore him, gentlemen. He's a common thief.
As common as they come.
But I ain't nothin' compared to you gentlemen.
I steal gold. I steal money.
But you, you steal people's lives.
So damn ya...
and damn the horse that brung ya!
"Peckerwood"?
Is there something amusing, Captain?
Strange, I'd say.
That's the second time I've shot him while he was flying through the air.
I need to speak with you at the hacienda... alone.
Some other time, perhaps.
Today.
Alone.
Good afternoon, Bernardo.
Good afternoon, senorita.
Your voice is so calming.
He's high-spirited. He needs to hear something soothing.
Yes, I understand.
How long have you served Don Alejandro?
Sometimes it seems interminable.
- I'm sorry. I speak out of place. - Do not worry, Bernardo.
He will not hear it from me.
Don Alejandro confuses me.
Sometimes he seems so arrogant, so superior.
And yet the way that he looks at me...
the way that he dances with me...
as if he were two completely different men.
Yes.
You look so much like your mother.
How would you know that?
Well...
I don't see much of Don Rafael in you.
I know my father wishes I acted more like her.
She was very proper, my mother. Always appropriate.
Is that how he describes her?
Yes. But sometimes I do not believe him.
She was more like you.
Perhaps.
It would be a way of knowing her.
My ninera once told me...
that the departed can see you in the moonlight.
So when I was young I used to sneak out at night...
and ride my horse across Andalusia...
and wave at the sky so she would know it was me.
How did she die?
Giving birth to me.
My father rarely speaks of her. I think he finds it too painful.
Yes.
I know what it is like to lose a loved one.
You?
Yes. A daughter.
Long ago.
When I see you I remember what it felt like to be a father.
I'm sure your mother would be very proud of you, senorita.
Thank you.
Bernardo, I have to ask you: Have we ever met before?
Why would you think that?
I don't know. It's strange.
Your voice seems so familiar, somehow.
Well, I haven't been to Spain since before you were born.
Of course.
Well, it's a very pleasant voice.
Thank you.
Good day, Bernardo.
Good day...
Elena.
Did you know that the Compa Indians of Central Peru...
used to cannibalize their slain enemies in order to absorb their power?
The eyes, in particular, were most sought-after.
To be able to see through the eyes of an enemy...
is a valuable thing.
Where are my manners?
Care for something to drink?
No?
A different vintage, perhaps.
You're a very sick person, Capitan Love.
Heads in water jars, hands in wine pitchers...
must strike you as odd, Isuppose.
Well, for one thing, I think you ought to fire your housekeeper.
Who is he?
An enemy.
He has a brother out there who will share the same fate.
I wish you luck.
To your health.
Murrieta's brother or not...
you are more than you pretend to be.
Maybe someday...
I will see what I look like through your eyes...
Capitan Love.
Oh, it is beautiful.
Excuse me. How much does it cost?
It is a gift, she says, in honor of your mother.
My mother?
She loved your mother.
Tell her she must be mistaken. My mother died long ago in Spain.
She says there is no mistaking the daughter...
of Esperanza and Diego de la Vega.
She says she was your nanny.
She hung flowers on your crib when you were little.
I'm sorry. I cannot accept it.
Alejandro, listen to me.
Can you find your way back to the mine?
The carriage windows were all covered.
- He didn't even trust his own dons. - Nor would I.
You must go to Montero's house tonight...
break into his study, find anything that will tell us what his plans are.
People at the mine are dying...
and all I can think of is...
Capitan Love.
He will come into your circle soon enough. You need not chase him.
- I miss my brother. - Your brother is dead.
We lose the ones we love. We cannot change it. Put it aside.
How?
How can I do what is needed...
when all I feel is...
hate?
You hide it...
with this.
Santa Anna has agreed to the transfer at noon, the day after tomorrow...
but he insists we deliver the gold five miles north of town.
Captain Love?
It's a safe distance from the mine. The bars are stamped and ready.
I don't foresee a problem.
Tell him we agree.
You've done well, Luiz. Very well.
To the independent Republic of California.
Don Rafael!
Did you send men to the hills? Double the guard at the wal!?
Yes, yes, of course.
- After all If it's only one man... - It isn't just one man.
It's Zorro.
And he knows about the mine.
Otherwise he wouldn't be here tonight.
- How could he possibly... - It doesn't matter how.
You don't seem to grasp the situation.
If Santa Anna finds out we've paid him in gold stolen from his own land...
he will have us butchered like cattle.
Do you understand?
Then we should destroy the evidence.
Set explosives, bury the mine.
And the workers?
We destroy all the evidence, Don Rafael.
No witnesses.
Make sure those papers are locked up.