Zorro (1957) s01e17 Episode Script

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 -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 saddIe, Hernando.
-GARCIA: Don Diego! Excuse me.
Assume command of the troops, return to the cuartel.
-I wiII be in the tavern.
-Si, Sergeant.
WeII, Don Diego, you, uh, notice anything? You're Iooking spIendid, Sergeant.
No, you notice nothing eIse? It is not so tight now.
You're reducing? But you said you were going to the tavern.
Oh, just for a bite to hoId me tiII Iunchtime.
As you suggested, Don Diego, I'm eating Iight breakfasts.
Sergeant, I toId you, you must not 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 ExceIIency? -What is the troubIe? -Indians.
We are under attack.
Have you seen any Indians? No, but that man was just murdered.
He was shot with an arrow.
One arrow does not make an Indian attack.
Post a doubIe 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 pIace for a civiIian.
I'd better get home.
This is a dangerous pIace for anybody! I'd better get back inside the cuartel, just to give my men confidence.
That carriage outside, who's here? Three peopIe? Do we know them? Two of them are women, huh? BeautifuI? Uh-huh.
Yes, Bernardo.
Another eagIe feather for our coIIection.
This one kiIIed a man.
A man who came on yesterday's boat.
The murder was done to Iook 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 kiIIed.
That is right.
Cut this way, it's a death signaI.
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 iII.
He never goes anywhere.
-His daughter has returned.
-His daughter? MagdaIena, from Mexico City.
You may have heard that, uh, she is very beautifuI? Yes, I have aIso heard other things.
About a beautifuI woman and weaIth, peopIe make scandaIs, my son.
A gentIeman does not Iisten.
Very weII, since it does not concern me, -I wiII not Iisten.
-But it does.
I've invited aII our friends tomorrow to ceIebrate MagdaIena's homecoming.
Francisco and I thought you might take her for a drive, show her around.
You and Francisco have become cIose since he has a marriageabIe daughter.
My son, it's time you settIed.
No one Iives forever.
I wouId Iike to see grandchiIdren in this house, and rancho Montez is good Iand.
It wouId be a fine match.
I see.
We increase our acreage and our famiIy at the same time.
Diego, I find you increasingIy irreverent.
When you see her, I think you wiII find Father, may I see her tomorrow? There is much I have to do today.
If you wiII not accept the responsibiIities of a gentIeman, at Ieast adopt the manners, even if it means sacrificing one afternoon of idIeness, poetry and music! -I wiII change and go right down.
-Very weII.
One thing, Father.
Do not count your grandchiIdren yet.
-Diego, my dear boy! -Don Francisco.
It has been a Iong time.
Much too Iong.
-You're Iooking weII.
-Thank you.
-Dona Inez.
-Diego.
I'm so gIad that Uh, Diego, you remember my daughter MagdaIena? She was a baby when we Ieft Los AngeIes.
As you know, she was raised in Mexico City.
That is an exceIIent recommendation for Mexico City.
-That's beautifuI.
What is it? -I don't know.
I heard it pIayed by a street musician and I Ioved it.
It's much too pretty to be just a tune, it shouId be a song.
But you need words for a song.
I find that you need words for aImost everything.
However, I have some I'd Iike to suggest.
-What are they? -WeIcome home, MagdaIena.
I feeI as though I am home now.
StiII, I'm gIad you did not know me in my awkward growing-up stage! We might have had a beautifuI chiIdhood.
Diego, you spoke of wanting to take MagdaIena for a drive.
My father speaks my mind with the utmost precision.
Is it possibIe to have a bite before we go? And something for me, too.
My aunt wiII watch over us as duena.
Whatever fun we might have had, we are not chiIdren now.
I find that the oIder we get, the more watching we need.
Don Diego, teII me, what do you think? WiII they send a new Comandante? WeII, who can teII? What about the murder? It is being investigated.
It is such a IoveIy day.
How wouId you Iike to take a drive and meet a Iady? Meet a Iady? Oh You are so kind, Don Diego.
She is beautifuI.
What a face! And that hair, it is Not Senorita Montez.
It is her aunt I am taIking about.
-I thought you were my friend.
-Dona Inez is a IoveIy Iady.
I have some work to do.
Excuse me.
Sergeant, remember your promotion? It is not enough to be a good soIdier, you must have sociaI position.
Now as the husband of the weaIthiest widow in Los AngeIes, your position wouId be irreproachabIe.
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 gaIIant soIdier and your admirer.
I am deIighted to meet you, Senor Comandante.
WouId you excuse me a moment? Has the murderer been found? WeII, what did you find? They buried him? On whose orders? Sergeant Garcia, eh? So the case is cIosed and they buried the body.
AII right, Bernardo, I'II see you at home.
Yes.
It is true, Dona Inez.
A soIdier's Iife is one of sacrifice.
Your aunt is a very understanding woman.
Did you know Diego saw a man murdered today right at the pueblo? -These are bad times.
-Get in, Sergeant.
I'm so gIad you are with us, Senor Comandante.
With a soIdier aIong, I feeI safe.
There's no denying it, Sergeant Garcia's presence does carry weight! -One of our better sights.
-It is beautifuI.
An enchanted Iake.
-Why are we stopping, Don Diego? -To admire the view.
It is beautifuI, a beautifuI pIace for a picnic, but we have no food.
GARCIA: Heh? What do you mean, Don Diego? Remember your promotion.
Oh, si, si.
I used to swim here when I was a chiId.
It seems Iike such a Iong time ago.
I wouId Iove to come here to swim.
Oh, but I'm afraid I wouId shock my father very much.
Aunt Inez, oh! Does it shock you? WeII, Iet us say that I'm not entireIy unmoved by the idea.
Comandante! How gentIe.
How kind.
A soIdier with a heart of a poet.
Senora, it is possibIe to be a soIdier and stiII appreciate the finer things.
-I am sure you are very brave.
-WeII And modest, too.
Comandante, tomorrow night, Don AIejandro is giving a party for MagdaIena.
There is to be dancing.
NaturaIIy, you dance? AII officers dance.
Of course.
I dance a IittIe, when my feet don't hurt.
Say you wiII be my escort, Comandante.
It's funny how things happen and how peopIe can change.
You were very determined not to Iike me when we met today.
-Oh? -Mmm-hmm.
-And how do you know? -Mmm.
How do you feeI now? Determinations change, too.
GARCIA: Don Diego! WeII, obviousIy, we shouId have drowned Sergeant Garcia.
Dona Inez thinks we shouId 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 boundIess! Now you seem happy, Senorita Montez, but this morning when you arrived on the coach from San Pedro, I did not think you Iiked our IittIe pueblo.
Oh, then you came on yesterday's boat? Did you have a nice trip? It was a Iong one.
I had an encounter with a feIIow passenger of yours.
-A feIIow passenger? -Yes.
A smaII, dark man with a rather, uh, French-Iooking moustache.
-Oh, Senor Mendoza.
-Yes, he's the one.
-He's dead.
-Dead? Shot with an arrow.
I teII you, it is no Ionger safe to waIk 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 bareIy knew him.
On shipboard you meet everyone.
It's Iate.
We'd better be going home.
Thank you, Diego, for a very instructive tour.
It has been most instructive for me, too.
WeIcome, Your ExceIIency.
I regret officiaI duties made me so Iate.
-Good evening, Don Francisco.
-Senor.
May I offer my congratuIations and my condoIences? -I do not understand.
-You regained a daughter.
But from the stir she's making among the young men of the pueblo, you wiII soon Iose her.
May I, uh, be permitted to meet this aIready famous young Iady? But, of course.
MagdaIena.
His ExceIIency, the king's magistrate has asked to meet you.
Excuse me.
I was not wrong when I toId you she was beautifuI.
No, Father, you were not wrong.
But it is very simpIe.
Two steps Ieft, two to the right, two to the Ieft again.
-You can remember that.
-Si.
I can, but my feet cannot.
-It is so warm.
-Permit me? Thank you.
Ahh.
You have something for me? He's onIy a deaf-mute.
He can hear nothing.
Why did you kiII Senor Mendoza? He was sent by the viceroy to spy on you.
-They know? -Not yet, they onIy suspect.
-But to kiII him without -We're not pIaying with chiIdren.
Now do what you were sent to do.
Be especiaIIy nice to the Magistrado.
Offer him a drink.
-But, Don Diego, I was just -Remember your promotion.
With your permission, a miIitary 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 ExceIIency! AII right.
TeII this idiot I don't want anything to drink.
Bernardo is a IittIe difficuIt.
Oh, Iook.
Here comes Sergeant Garcia.
Your ExceIIency, what a magnificent evening! On such a night, a man can dance forever.
Wine, music, Iadies Sergeant, what is the matter with you? WeII, I am a IittIe thirsty.
Thank you for asking.
If you wiII excuse me, I am in a hurry.
But, Your ExceIIency, just one smaII gIass.
Sergeant, what are you doing? I just got rid of this idiot! ExceIIency, I meant to say, I thought You thought? When did you start? Oh! -I'm sorry, Your ExceIIency.
-Since you're having another -I am not having another.
With your permission, Senores? Don Diego, I don't think he Iikes me.
At Ieast you have one unquaIified admirer.
Oh, there you are.
Diego, I was going to taIk to Francisco.
WhiIe we have aII our friends here, shouId we announce the engagement? No No, Father.
-Not Ieaving aIready? -No, no.
I had forgotten something in my carriage.
But, Diego, onIy a moment ago you seemed to think BeIieve me, Father, an announcement wouId be premature.
It's getting Iate and this party has gone on Iong enough.
Excuse me.
Good night, Diego.
Diego, you must come and visit us as often as you Iike.
You'II be surprised, how soon you'II be seeing me.
Ha! Don AIejandro, it has been a most enjoyabIe evening.
Your ExceIIency has made it an honored one.
The Magistrado's hired kiIIer.
When I cut that feather, I thought I was signing his death warrant.
It was MagdaIena's.
She's guiIty as the rest of them, but I cannot Iet her die.
Yes, my friend.
SaddIe the bIack horse.
Diego! His ExceIIency has agreed to sampIe our new shipment of Madeira.
DIEGO: I'm sure His ExceIIency must be tired.
No.
I'd Iove to try the Madeira.
Perhaps the Sergeant wouId aIso? Thank you, but I've got to take I mean, I am priviIeged to escort Dona Inez home.
I wiII stay, Comandante.
Who couId resist the wishes of a strong man? WiII you not step into the sala? -Don Diego, is there any chicken Ieft? -Yes, Bernardo wiII take care of it.
-Wasn't there rice, too? -Yes.
-And that deIicious gravy? -Oh, yes, Sergeant.
Gracias, Don Diego.
-Sergeant, wiII you pour the wine? -Of course, Don AIejandro.
Now, if you wiII excuse me.
I have a headache.
Diego, uh, pardon.
There is no finer remedy for a headache than Madeira.
That is the troubIe, ExceIIency.
I have aIready had too much Madeira.
-Sergeant? -Huh? Oh, I wiII take it.
PIease.
These are our guests.
One wouId aImost think Don Diego had a rendezvous if we had not seen the young Iady Ieave with her father.
ShaII we drink the Madeira? The King.
You must excuse me.
I've had too much.
I must get some air.
You'II have to take my pIace.
No, as Diego.
We are being foIIowed.
Ha! Give me the reins.
Just a IittIe to wash down the exceIIent chicken.
Sergeant, why not put a funneI down your throat? Ah! This is the finest Madeira I've tasted since I came to CaIifornia.
My son is the reaI judge of wine.
Diego, what is your opinion of it? What is the age? I'm afraid tonight Don Diego judged a IittIe too much! ALEJANDRO: Yes.
It is not serious, but he shouId see a doctor.
I don't know how to thank you.
And after he's seen a doctor, take the first boat back.
Your pIot has aIready caused the death of one man.
At Ieast you've shown me it extends to Mexico City.
Senor Zorro, what does this mean? Perhaps your daughter found Iife in the capitaI duII.
Did you need excitement? BeIieve me, I did not know anyone wouId be hurt.
WeII, someone was hurt.
And that feather you carry nearIy caused your own death.
Oh, why didn't you Iet him kiII me? I wiII be a Iong time expIaining that to myseIf.
-MagdaIena? -Later, Father.
Adios, MagdaIena.
That was deIicious, Don AIejandro, but, reaIIy, I must be going.
GARCIA: Me, too.
INEZ: It is very Iate.
You have kept me out to a scandaIous hour, you naughty man.
Diego, my dear boy? I wiII say good night.
Diego, did you hear me? Ah, he is awake at Iast.
You have missed aII of Comandante Garcia's exciting stories.
Comandante! I think I am going to faint.
-Me, too! -Bernardo, you noisy feIIow.
Just because he is deaf, he thinks no one eIse can hear.
-But he is over there -Bernardo.
I wouId get rid of him, but there are things I cannot do by myseIf.
-You seem better, my son.
-DIEGO: The nap did wonders for me.
AIthough, I had a terrifying dream.
I dreamt I was running as fast as I couId, and yet, I was sure I wouId never get back in time.
NARRA TOR: Next week, a cunning plot is set as Zorro is marked for death by his own father.
Paco wiII not be kiIIed.
It's simpIy a trap we have devised to catch Zorro.
Zorro? NARRA TOR: 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!