01x17 - Sweet Face of Danger

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(THUNDERCLAP)

♪ 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 ♪

(CALLING TO HORSES)

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.

GARCIA: Don Diego!

Excuse me.

Assume command of the
troops, 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...

(MAN CRIES OUT)

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 att*ck.

Have you seen any Indians?

No, but that man
was just m*rder*d.

He was sh*t with an arrow.

One arrow does not
make an Indian att*ck.

Post a double
guard at the cuartel,

search the pueblo
and then report to me.

Just what I was going to do.

GARCIA: 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 k*lled a man.

A man who came
on yesterday's boat.

The m*rder 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 k*lled.

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

(KNOCKING)

ALEJANDRO: 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.

(ORGAN PLAYING)

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 m*rder?

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 Senorita 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, Senor Comandante.

Would you excuse me a moment?

Has the m*rder*r 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
m*rder*d today right at the pueblo?

These are bad times.

Get in, Sergeant.

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

With a soldier
along, I feel safe.

(WAGON CREAKS)

(GARCIA GRUNTS)

There's no denying it,

Sergeant Garcia's
presence does carry weight!

(INEZ GASPS)

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.

GARCIA: Heh?

What do you mean, Don Diego?

Remember your promotion.

Oh, si, si.

(GASPS)

(GIGGLES)

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.

Senora, 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? Mmm-hmm.

And how do you know?

Mmm.

How do you feel now?

Determinations change, too.

GARCIA: 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,
Senorita 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 moustache.

Oh, Senor Mendoza.

Yes, he's the one.

He's dead. Dead?

sh*t 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, Senorita.

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.

(PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Welcome, Your Excellency.

I regret official duties
made me so late.

Good evening, Don
Francisco. Senor.

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.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(MUSIC ENDS)

(CROWD APPLAUDS)

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.

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.

(LAUGHING)

Ahh.

You have something for me?

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

Why did you k*ll Senor Mendoza?

He was sent by the
viceroy to spy on you.

They know? Not
yet, they only suspect.

But to k*ll 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 m*llitary 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?

(GRUNTS) Oh! I'm
sorry, Your Excellency.

Since you're having another...

I am not having another.

With your permission, Senores?

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 k*ller.

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.

DIEGO: 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 Dona Inez home.

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.

Ha!

(GRUNTING)

(MAGDALENA GASPS)

Give me the reins.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Just a little to wash down
the excellent chicken.

Sergeant, why not put a
funnel down your throat?

(INEZ GASPING)

(GLASSES CLINKING)

(WINE BEING POURED)

(GRUNTS)

Ah!

(HORSES WHINNY)

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!

(ALL LAUGHING)

ALEJANDRO: 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.

Senor 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 k*ll 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.

GARCIA: Me, too.
INEZ: 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.

(INEZ GASPS)

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.

DIEGO: 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.

NARRATOR: Next week,
a cunning plot is set as

Zorro is marked for
death by his own father.

Paco will not be k*lled.

It's simply a trap we have
devised to catch Zorro.

Zorro?

NARRATOR: Father against son.

Each fighting for his survival.

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

another dramatic
adventure in the life of Zorro!