The Mask of Zorro Page #2

The dons seem merely content

to cheat and lie to you.

In fact, I put it to you. Who, in your

entire history, has ever helped you?

Zorro! Zorro fought for the people.

Yes, Zorro.

Where is he now, Padre,

your masked friend?

Unless I am mistaken, he hasn't

shown himself in 20 years.

Twenty years!

People of California...

...the time has come to take

our destiny into our own hands.

Not as Spaniards, not as Mexicans,

but as Californians.

I stand here before you today

with no mask.

Only a pledge, a solemn pledge

that I will never abandon you.

And you have my word,

the word of Rafael Montero...

...that I will do everything within

my power to help you fight...

...for a free and independent

California!

Father.

Gentlemen, allow me

to introduce my daughter, Elena.

Thank you.

Can anyone tell me what

this flower is? I know this scent.

It's called romneya.

But it only grows in California...

...and I believe this is your first visit

to our shores.

Yes.

Hey, hey, hey. More whiskey.

Or whatever you call this. I don't

want to see the bottom of this glass.

Money first.

Hey, hey, hey. Wait, wait, wait!

- What about this?

- Silver!

Of course, silver. The finest.

- Where did you get that?

- It's none of your business.

Where did you get it?

It was my brother's.

He is dead.

- I'm sorry.

- You're sorry?

Why should you be sorry?

You should not trade it

for a mere glass of whiskey.

Why not?

You think I could get two?

Who is that?

- The man who killed my brother.

- You're drunk and angry...

...in no condition to fight

a professional soldier.

Get out of my way, old man.

Would you care to try again?

You're welcome.

- For what?

- For saving your life.

- I would have killed him.

- No, not today. He is trained to kill.

You seem trained to drink.

You would have fought very bravely

and died very quickly.

Who then would

avenge your brother?

I would have found a way.

- I have never lost a fight.

- Except to a crippled old man just now.

- What is your name?

- Alejandro.

Alejandro.

You know,

there is a very old saying:

"When the pupil is ready,

the master will appear."

If you want to kill this man

I can teach you how.

How to move, how to think,

how to take your revenge with honor.

And live to celebrate it.

It will take dedication and time.

Why are you so eager to help me?

Because once, a long time ago...

...you did the same for me.

I can't believe it.

I never thought that, one day, I would

be standing in the lair of the fox.

In the lair of Zorro.

This place was devoted

to the training of Zorro.

Where were you all these years?

I thought you were dead.

I was dead.

And we will leave it at that.

I remember the last time I saw you.

You were fighting a hundred men.

- A hundred men?

- I do not forget.

You were the greatest swordsman

who ever lived. Yes.

Rafael Montero was

the governor of California then.

Do you remember him?

What?

Rafael Montero.

Do you remember him?

Yes. His soldiers killed many.

And he was the sworn enemy

of Zorro. You.

- Montero has come back.

- Good. Then you can kill him.

No, there are too many complications

for me to ignore.

What complications?

I can see we are not gonna

spend much time talking.

Montero has some design

for California...

...otherwise he would not have

retained the services of Captain Love.

- We must find out what that is.

- And then what?

If you are ready,

we will both tempt our fates.

Let's go, then.

Do you know how to use that thing?

Yes. The pointy end

goes into the other man.

This is going to take a lot of work.

This is called a training circle.

The master's wheel.

This circle will be your world,

your whole life.

Till I tell you otherwise,

there is nothing outside of it.

- Captain Love...

- There is nothing outside of it.

Captain Love does not exist

until I say he exists.

As your skill improves you will

progress to a smaller circle.

Each new circle brings you

that much closer to your adversary.

That much closer to retribution.

- I like that part.

- Shall we?

Slow. Attack slow. Attack.

Slow. Again. Slow.

First triangle. Slowly. Good.

- Good. That is good.

- Thank you.

Attack.

Good.

Time for a drink.

Perfect. Do it again.

One, five, three!

Six, four, two!

And lunge.

Over-lunge!

Lesson number one:

Never attack in anger.

Lesson number two:

Come with me.

What?

- So, what is lesson number three?

- To get to lesson number four.

Again?

- Black Andalusian. Magnificent.

- It looks like your old horse, Tornado.

Quiet, quiet.

Damned horse. What are you

doing, huh? What are you doing?

I'll see you tonight.

Zorro, you look better than ever.

Be careful, seorita,

there are dangerous men about.

Well, if you see any,

be sure to point them out.

Listen. I'm going to give you

the great honor...

...of being my horse.

We are like one spirit.

Damn it! Stop!

Go, go, go!

Get him!

Kill him.

Zorro! The legend has returned!

Don't yell.

I need sanctuary, Father.

You don't know me...

Zorro! Of course I know you.

Zorro, is it really you? The years

have been 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, seorita...

Please, go on.

- I broke the Fourth Commandment.

- You killed somebody?

- That's 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 more specific?

I had impure thoughts about a man.

I did. I think he was a bandit

or something. He wore a black mask.

- He had a deep voice?

- Yes.

- Ruggedly handsome?

- 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.

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.

Seorita,

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!

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