The Mask Of Zorro Script - Dialogue Transcript

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The Mask Of Zorro Script



Come on, Alejandro, it is my turn.

Let me see.



- What are you doing?

- Sorry. We were waiting for Zorro.



- Go home, muchachos.

- Do you think he's going to come?



Someone thinks he will.



Joaquin, Alejandro, once

I carved coffins for your parents.



I'd hate to carve ones for you.

Now, go!



Alejandro, Joaquin,

get back to the mission.



Don Montero, why are you still here?



Now, now, Don Luis. Calm, calm.



Santa Anna's three miles

from the town. You have to go now.



The government of Spain

would like to thank you.



This land is the property of Spain.



It will be the property of Mexico

unless I hand them over to you.



Santa Anna will respect the claims

of you and the dons.



The rest I have divided equally

among the other dons.



Get the children out of the plaza.



The children should not have to see

the things we do.



I want to see!

Put me down.






I saw him.

I saw Zorro. Come on.



- Who are these men?

- Who are they? No idea.



Three peasants.



Where is he?



Come on.



My thanks to you, gentlemen.



Now, if you will excuse me,

I'm missing my own party.



Kill him!



You would murder them to capture me?



I would murder      innocent men

if it meant killing you.



Three men, three cuts.

A memento of Mexico, Rafael.



To remind you not to return.



Tornado, my old friend,

you are getting too old for this.



Yes, me too.



- Is she warm enough?

- I put on an extra blanket, señor.



The good prince was not afraid.

He fought off      guards.



And then, looking very handsome,

he leapt onto the balcony.



"Would you kill three innocent men

just to capture me?"






Then lightning flashed

and thunder shocked the land.



The evil king glared

at the good prince and said...



- Something very forgettable.

- What did the good prince do?



Well, he leapt from the balcony

onto his faithful Tornado -



- and raced home to his wife,

Esperanza, and his daughter, Elena.



Never to do anything

so foolish again.



She loves to hear your stories.



It's only the sound of my voice.

Soon she will have no time for them.



I never tire of them.

Why should she?






She already has your strength.

Today she broke her clay horse.




Diego, you promised me.



No more nights waiting up.



The Spaniards are going home.

Today is Zorro's last ride.



From now on we will grow

old together with our five children.



- Five?

- Yeah. Not enough?



I love you.



Doña de la Vega...

Still as beautiful as ever.



Don Rafael, what an honour.

The governor in my home.



- Stay for dinner.

- I have come to apologise.



I am sorry that I could not protect

this country from the peasants.



I am sorry that I will have

to leave you without a husband.



Arrest him.



Blood never lies... Zorro.



You are a traitor to your country

and your class. Take him away.









I would never have let

any harm come to her.



She was never yours to protect.






You'll live with the knowledge

that you have lost everything.



You'll suffer knowing that

your child should have been mine.






Let me hold her.

Let me hold her!






She has her mother's eyes.




You'll never be rid of me.






Stayed on their track

bringing them back



so pay the bounty now to me,




'cause .. ?



nobody's tough as Jack

nobody's tough as Jack



Now you're getting there.

Singing can lighten your load.



Come one, come all,

for the fright of your life.



See the notorious Murrieta brothers.

Robbers, horse thieves, -



- bandits, people of the worst sort.

Hey! Get out here.




The Murrieta brothers.



Get over here.



May l, friend?



These men are now in the custody

of Corporal Armando Garcia.



- Claim your bounty in Tlaxco.

- When bulls start wearing bloomers.



- How much are we worth?

- All figured... about     pesos.



    pesos? That's it?

A lousy     pesos apiece?



- We are wasting time.

- That's     for the both of you.



What? Are you crazy?

Don't take it, Jack.



Touch my brother again,

and I'll kill you.



Yes, he will.



- I thought you were tied up.

- That's because you're stupid.



Drop it.



- They've got a box on the wagon.

- We know. That's why we came.



l, the legendary Three-Fingered

Jack, ain't even mentioned.



Ain't I the one

that figured to kidnap the mayor?



I am the backbone of this gang.

Without me, it would fall apart.



Amigos, adiós.






Get up.









I want you to know

I consider this an honour.



Bury the body. Bag the head.



Of course I have feelings for you.



Yes, yes, but quick.

Hide in the barn.



He's coming.



What do you want?

Please don't touch me. Who are you?



Don Rafael!



Listen to me.



lf any of you is, or ever was,

that masked man known as Zorro, -



- reveal yourself now.



I'm Zorro!



- They took my mask...

- Silence, you old fool!



I am Zorro!

I am the man you want.




Anyone can see you are too tall.



Get him out of here

before he starts to stink.



Did you find him?



He's dead.



Back to the boat. I need some sleep.



The governor has returned!



- Luis...

- Rafael, it has been too long.



- Too long.

- You used to favour me above all.



Consider this a fool's apology

for ever doubting you.




A crowd has gathered to greet you.



- Don Pedro.

- Don Rafael, welcome.



Don Hector.

Don Julio.






Please, please.



You are not happy to see me,

so let us all stop pretending.



I know that you have been paid,

even threatened, to greet me.



I understand exactly how you feel.



Why should you care

about any of your leaders?



The Spaniards oppressed you,

the Mexicans ignored you.



And the dons ..?



The dons seem content

to cheat and lie to you.



Who, in your entire history,

has ever helped you?




Zorro fought for the people.



Yes, Zorro...



Where is he now, Padre,

your masked friend?



He hasn't shown himself in    years.




The time has come to take

our destiny into our own hands.



Not as Spaniards or Mexicans,

but as Californians.



I stand here before you today

with no mask.



Only a solemn pledge

that I will never abandon you.



And you have my word -



- that I will help you fight

for an independent California.






Gentlemen, allow me

to introduce my daughter, Elena.



Thank you.



- I know the scent of this flower.

- It’s called Romalia.



But it only grows in California,

and this is your first visit here.



More whiskey.



- Or whatever you call this.

- Money first.



Money first.






- 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.

- Why should you be sorry?



Don't trade it

for a mere glass of whiskey.



You think I could get two?



Who is that?



- The man who killed my brother.

- You're in no condition to fight.



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, he's trained to kill.



You seem trained to drink.

You would have died quickly.



Who then would avenge your brother?



- I have never lost a fight.

- Except to a crippled old man.



- What is your name?

- Alejandro.



"When the pupil is ready,

the master will appear."



lf you want to kill this man

I can teach you how to take revenge.



- And live to celebrate it.

- Why are you so eager to help me?



Because once, a long time ago...


            did the same for me.



I can't believe it. I never thought

that I would be standing here.



- In the lair of Zorro.

- It was devoted to his training.



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      men.



You were the greatest swordsman

who ever lived.



Montero was the governor then.

Do you remember him?



Rafael Montero.

Do you remember him?



Yes. His soldiers killed many.



And he was

the sworn enemy of Zorro... You.



- Montero has come back.

- Then you can kill him.



No, there are too many complications

for me to ignore.



What complications?



I can see we are not going

to spend much time talking.



Montero has some design

for California, -



- otherwise he would not have

hired Captain Love.



- We must find out what that is.

- And then what?



lf you are ready,

we will both tempt our fates.



Let's go, then.



- Do you know how to use that?

- It goes into the other man.



This is going to take a lot of work.



This is called a training circle.

It will be your world, your life.



Till I tell you otherwise,

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

closer to retribution.



- I like that part.

- Shall we?



Slow. Attack slow.




Slow. Again. Slow.



Slowly... Good.



- Good. That is good.

- Thank you.









Time for a drink.



Perfect. Do it again.



One, five, three!



Six, four, two!



And 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.






- Black Andalusian. Magnificent.

- It looks like your old horse.



Quiet, quiet.



Damned horse. What are you doing?



I'll see you tonight.



Zorro, you look better than ever.



Be careful, señorita,

there are dangerous men about.



lf you see any,

be sure to point them out.



Listen. I'm going to give you

the great honour of being my horse.



Quiet, please!



We are like one spirit.






Go, go, go!



Get him!



Kill him.




The legend has returned!



- You don't know me, Father...

- Zorro! Of course I know you.



Is it really you?

The years have been kind to you.



I have no time to talk now.

Father, please, hide me.



It’s just like the old days.



Padre, is that you?

Is everything all right?



Don't worry, my dear. You are safe

in the house of the Lord.



Of course, Padre.



It has been three days

since my last confession.



Three days? Come back

when you've had more time.



- Excuse me?

- Listen, señorita...



Please, go on.



- I broke the fourth commandment.

- Did you kill somebody?



- That's not the fourth commandment.

- Of course not.



In what way did you break

the most sacred of commandments?



- I dishonoured my father.

- Maybe your father deserved it.



- What did you say?

- I said, tell me more, my child.



I try to behave

the way my father would like me to.



- But my heart is too wild.

- Too wild?



- Yes.

- Could you be more specific?



I had impure thoughts about a man.

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.



I felt warm and feverish.






Yes, lustful.



Forgive me.



I forgive you.



Look by the altar.



Search everything.

The chapel, the rectory, all of it.



- This is a house of God.

- We'll be gone when he gets back.




you have done nothing wrong.



The only sin would be to deny

what your heart truly feels.



Now, go.






- What are you doing here?

- I was confessing.



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!



Estupido! Get over here now!



I warn you.

I'll get another horse.






What do you think?



Sir, I got the black stallion,

I carved a "Z"...



People know Zorro is back.



You think stealing a horse 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,

not a seeker of fame like you.



A buffoon.



- Zorro did what was needed.

- Now he is needed again.



I didn't ask for your help, but l

came here to learn how to fight.



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 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.






En garde!



Choose your weapon.



Montero has invited every don

in California to a banquet.



lf you want to be of service,

you can join them as a spy.



- I think I do not understand, sir.

- Your skill is growing, Alejandro.



But I must give you something

which is beyond your reach.



- What is that?

- Charm.



And what is that?



Convince Montero

that you are a gentleman -



- and he will let you

into his circle.






A gentleman?



- This will take a lot of work.

- Yes...



Look at me. This is the most

stupid thing I have ever done.



- I doubt that.

- We will never get away with this.



Yes, we will. A nobleman just

says one thing and thinks another.



- What if Montero recognises you?

- Montero is a true nobleman.



He will never look a servant

in the eye. Listen to me.



Listen to me!



Most important thing of all, do not

let the dons leave without you.



- Good luck tonight.

- Thank you.



Stand up straight.







Don Rafael Montero?

Don Alejandro del Castillo y Garcia.



The formal Spanish greeting.

I have not seen that in years.



- My father was very strict.

- Who is your father?



- Don Bartolo del Castillo.

- Unfortunately, I've never met him.



I arrived last week from Spain.



I am inspecting

my family's holdings.



Queen Isabella of Spain

has been very generous to us.



Very impressive.

What brings you here?



I heard you were back in California,

and the Queen speaks highly of you.



I thought I fell out of favour with

the court when California was lost.



Only in certain circles.



Her Majesty knows those unfortunate

events were no fault of yours.



She told me this 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.

Perhaps I could call again?



No, it would honour me

for you to join us.



No, it would honour me.



Please allow me to introduce

my daughter, Elena.






I'm afraid I have brought no gift

for the hostess, but wait a moment.



- Thank you.

- A pleasure.



Bernardo, pick up your feet.

Señorita. Caballero.



Don Alejandro.



- We would like you to join us.

- I would be delighted, señorita.



Ah, Don Alejandro.



Gentlemen, allow me to introduce

Don Alejandro del Castillo y Garcia.



This is Captain Harrison Love.

Not a don, but a kindred spirit.



Are you not the man

who was chasing a legendary bandit?



- He was hardly legendary.

- Was he caught?



- It’s only a matter of time.

- The bandit may have escaped.



But the rest of us will think twice

before going to confession.



Thank you.



Don Hector, I disagree.

Until these people are free -



- I think 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 not this Zorro creature.



He probably wears the mask

to hide his bald head.



- Some would call him heroic.

- Heroism, a romantic illusion.



- Much like nobility.

- Elena, that is enough.



Heroism is something to aspire to,

not sneer at.



All that shooting guns,

racing around on horses -



- gives me a frightful headache.

It’s hardly the work of a gentleman.



What is?

Climbing in and out of carriages?



No, but increasing one's holdings

so as to provide comfort to ladies.



Such as yourself.



A woman's grasp of politics.

What can I say?



We are at a party, aren't we?

May I have the honour of this dance?



I would be glad to.



- Were you looking for something?

- The miraculous in everyday life.



Oh, really? Look someplace else.

We were trying to dance.



You were trying.

She was succeeding.



Forgive me, Captain.

A shameless joke.



I hope it will not be the last.

Don Rafael wants you back. Now.



Should we try something more robust,

or do you feel unequal to the task?



No, on the contrary.



I think only of your distaste

for perspiration.



That is the way they are dancing

in Madrid these days.



Your daughter is a spirited dancer.



"Spirited". Thank you

for putting it so delicately.



- I apologise if you're offended.

- No, no, no...



She is young and impulsive,

but her beauty is beyond compare.



And she has her father's

commanding presence.



Don Rafael ..!



As an advisor to the Queen

in matters of finance, -



- it would be my pleasure

to introduce you both at court.



Join us in the courtyard. There is

something I want to share with you.



A vision.



Fellow dons...



All of us can recall the years

when we ruled this country.



We commanded respect

and amassed a great deal of wealth.



But we never determined

our own destiny.



The time has come to claim

what always should have been ours.



My friends...



I give you the independent

Republic of California.



Every man here owes you something.

The land we got made us wealthy.



But we must question your motives.



The day you arrived,

you made us look like fools.



- I was merely playing to the crowd.

- And what are you doing now?



You want us to raise arms

against Santa Anna.



- You know we couldn't defeat him.

- I wasn't suggesting a fight.



I was suggesting that we buy it.



Santa Anna is waging an expensive

war with the United States.



Even if we combined our fortunes

we could not buy this country.



- I already have a deal with him.

- You are living in a dream.



And why don't we all

live in the same dream together?



Meet me here tomorrow for a journey

that will lay your doubts to rest.



My friends, I give you...

El Dorado!



Fortunately, Santa Anna is unaware

of the existence of all his gold.



These bars have been marked

with the Spanish seal.



Is it becoming clearer to you?



Two days from now we will buy

this country from Santa Anna.



With gold dug from his own land.



- Where did you find these people?

- Anywhere we wanted.






It’s part of the mining process.

First we picked it up, now we blast.




this is the future of California?



This is my vision, yes.



Up here.

Ain't you a sight for sore eyes!



Full-grown vultures

walking around like real folks.




Welcome to hell's outhouse.



They call us the disappeared ones,

but we ain't exactly disappeared.



- We're just hard to find.

- Wait! You. I know you.



You bet you do, peckerwood.

I'm Three-Fingered Jack.



And you're a bunch of murderers -



- dressed up in fancy,

sweet-smelling doodads.



Ignore him. He's a common thief.



As common as they come.

But nothing compared to you.



I steal gold and money.

But you steal people's lives.



So damn you!

And damn the horse that brung you.






Is there something amusing, Captain?



Strange, I'd say.



I have twice shot this man

while he was flying through the air.



Don Alejandro!

I need to speak to you alone.



- Some other time, perhaps.

- Today. Alone.



Good afternoon, Bernardo.



Good afternoon, señorita.



- Your voice is so calming.

- He's high-spirited.



Yes, I understand.



How long have you served

Don Alejandro?



Sometimes it seems interminable.




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 he looks at me

and the way he dances with me...



As if he were

two completely different men.



- You look so much like your mother.

- How would you know that?



Well... I don't see

much of Don Rafael in you.



My father wishes

I acted more like her.



- She was very proper.

- Is that how he describes her?



- Yes. But I don't believe it.

- She was more like you.




It would be a way of knowing her.



My niñera told me that the departed

can see you in the moonlight.



When I was young I sneaked out

at night and rode across Andalusia.



I would wave at the skies

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.






I know what it is like

to lose a loved one.



A daughter. Long ago.



When I see you, I remember

what it felt like to be a father.



- Your mother would be proud of you.

- Thank you.



I have to ask you...

Have we ever met before?



No, why would you think that?



It’s strange...

Your voice seems so familiar.



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...






Did you know that the Compa Indians

used to cannibalise their enemies?



The eyes were most sought after.



To be able to see through the eyes

of an enemy is a valuable thing.



Where are my manners? Would you

care for something to drink?




A different vintage perhaps?



You're a very sick person.



Heads and hands in jars

must strike you as odd, I suppose.



You ought to fire your housekeeper.



- Who is he?

- An enemy.



He has a brother

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.



It is beautiful.



How much does it cost?



It is a gift, she says,

in honour of your mother.



- She loved your mother.

- She must be mistaken.



My mother died long ago in Spain.



She says you are the daughter

of Esperanza and Diego de la Vega.



She was your nanny.

She hung flowers on your crib.



I'm sorry, I cannot accept it.






Listen to me. Can you find

your way back to the mine?






The windows were all covered.



- He didn't trust his own dons.

- Nor would l.



You must break into the chest

in Montero's study.



- Find out what his plans are.

- People in the mine are dying.



And all I can think of is...

Captain Love.



He will come into your circle

soon enough.



- I miss my brother.

- Your brother's dead. Put it aside.






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 the day after tomorrow.



He insists we deliver the gold

five miles north of town.



It’s a safe distance from the mine.

I don't foresee a problem.



Tell him we agree.

You have done well, Luis.



To the independent

Republic of California.



Don Rafael!



You sent men to the hills?

Doubled the guard at the wall?



- After all, 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.



- How could he possibly...

- It doesn't matter how.



lf Santa Anna finds out about this

he will have us butchered.



Do you understand?



Then we should destroy the evidence.

Set explosives. Bury the mine.



- And the workers?

- We destroy all the evidence.



Make sure

those papers are locked up.






- The much-debated Zorro.

- No. The legendary Zorro.



Put down your weapons!

Tell them.



Do as he says.



Allow me.



Come. Stop.



Face the window.



Now, bend down and touch your toes.



Bend over!



Excuse me, Captain Love.

Thank you.



Kill him!



Good morning, señor.



- Good morning, señorita.

- Give it back.



Whatever it is you have stolen

from my father, give it to me.






Come on now.



I don't have the time

to give you the proper instruction.



I have had the proper instruction

since I was four.



Not bad.



Not bad at all.



This will make it more difficult.




Don't move.



- Do you surrender?

- Never.



- But I may scream.

- I understand.



Sometimes I have that effect.



Excuse me.



Goodbye, señorita.



- What happened?

- I fought Zorro and he left.



- Did you recognise him?

- No, but he was young and vigorous.



- He was very vigorous, Father.

- Vigorous?






Let's go!






Here. This is the canyon.

That is where the mine is.



They have   -   guards at most.



- Nothing that Zorro can't overcome.

- I'm not going with you.



I'm not going with you.



There's something I must do.

It’s a personal matter.



- And the prisoners?

- There's nothing more I can do.



- Nothing you will do?

- I gave my life to them.



My wife was murdered before my eyes,

and my child was raised by my enemy.









- She's your daughter.

- She was.




you will simply take your revenge.



No, my daughter. And don't pretend

she means nothing to you.



She does. But you taught me

to see beyond personal feelings.



- Was that all a lie?

- You are too young to understand.



To understand what? Betrayal?



All the work, all the training,

all the wise words, for what?



To smile in the face of a killer

while you make your own plans?



I taught you

everything you need to survive.



Now I must look to my own heart.



Elena is all I have left.

I am not going to lose her again.



What about California?

What about the people?



They still have Zorro.



Every inch of the countryside

is covered. If he shows himself...



- Are you all right?

- Is your army ready to fight?



- No, sir.

- Then I'm not all right.



I'm beginning to wonder if you want

this operation to succeed at all.



I think my horse could run this army

better than you.



I said I'll find him.

That means I will.



Perhaps I can save you the trouble.

Go on, reach for it, Captain.



- Who are you?

- I warned you long ago, Rafael.



- You would never be rid of me.

- De la Vega.



- Rafael...

- It wasn't you I saw last night.



- That was Don Alejandro.

- Yes.



But many

would proudly wear the mask.



Either way, events have been set

in motion that you cannot stop.



I'm not here to stop you.

Call for Elena.



Call her.



Captain... Bring my daughter to me.



Bring her to me!



You cannot imagine

how I have dreamed of this moment.



Night and day,    long years.




I didn't give you a second thought.



- If I die, the truth dies with me.

- We shall see.



- Bernardo, what are you doing?

- Tell her, Rafael.



- Tell me what?

- Tell her who her real father is.



What is he saying?



This man lost a daughter once

and now he seeks to claim you...



Tell her how her mother died.



Your daughter is lost, de la Vega.

You cannot have mine.



De la Vega ..?



A woman in town, she told me...



Diego de la Vega?






His name is of no consequence.



I was told my niñera used

to hang something on my crib.




she had her hang fresh flowers.






Let us finish what we started

the night Esperanza died.



Drop your sword or I will have

no choice but to have you shot.



Even in the presence of my daughter.






They were flowers. Romalia.






She knows.






Lock them up!



The fuses are burning.

Hurry it up.



Let's go!



Wait here!



Secure the wagon, stay alert.



- De la Vega.

- Rafael.



Only one question.



Really? What is that?



How would you like

your remains displayed?



- Now I'm free to kill you.

- No!



Drop the sword. Drop it.



You really think

I would have killed my own child?



Did you miss me?



Elena! Get them out!



- "M"... for Murrieta.

- Two men. One dead.



You're doing well. Your brother

would have shot himself by now.






- Is it finished?

- Yes, Don Diego. It’s finished.



Not for Zorro. There will be

other days, other battles to fight.



It is your curse and destiny.



My beautiful Elena...



The world is a strange place.



- Now I'll lose you again.

- You will never lose me...






You are like your mother.



Same eyes.



Same mouth.



Same spirit.









And so it was.

Lightning split the sky.



Thunder shook the air.

And then all was quiet.



The great warrior

known as Zorro was gone.



The people of the land

gave him a hero's funeral.



They came from far and wide to

say farewell to the brave champion.



But, little Joaquin, whenever

great deeds are remembered, -



- your grandfather will live on.

For there must always be a Zorro.



And someday, when he is needed,

we will see him again.



On Tornado, riding like the wind.

His sword blazing in the sun.



Leaping, jumping...

Fighting like a lion, like a tiger!





            safely as possible.



Is this your idea

of putting the baby to sleep?



Sleep tight, my son.



When I sleep,

I will dream of Zorro.



But what face shall I give him?



He has been many different men,

but he has loved you as all of them.



How can I refuse such a man?



- Do you know where he might be?

- Zorro could be anywhere.



There, there, my darling.




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