The Bold Caballero

[first lines]

Crowd of Indians:
Zorro... Zorro... Zorro...

Don Diego Vega:
If this be the governor, then angels have turned politicians.

Commandante Sebastian Golle:
What's she want here?

Don Diego Vega:
For breakfast, a priest to bury her father. For lunch, Zorro's head on a pikestaff.

Commandante Sebastian Golle:
She does, eh? Thinks she can give me orders? I'll get my hands on her and govern her with a lash.

Don Diego Vega:
Bravo. There's no more bracing treat than beating women. Of course, it will cost you your head.

Commandante Sebastian Golle:
Oh, what?

Don Diego Vega:
The queen is her aunt. And the queen hates having her nieces flogged by the soldiery.

Don Diego Vega:
That horse killed a man.

Lady Isabella Palma:
All the more reason for a woman to master it. Bring the beast to me.

Don Diego Vega:
No, I beg of you, don't break your neck. I have important matters to discuss with you. Your marriage...

Lady Isabella Palma:
Marriage? To you, I presume? If you don't mind, I'll break my neck.

Zorro:
Well met, father.

The Priest:
God's blessing on the meeting.

Don Diego Vega:
Father, the day we've prayed and planned for is at hand. Never again will the pe?ns be enslaved for taxes.

The Priest:
Our God be praised.

Don Diego Vega:
The commandante's rule is over. We have a most wise, a most lovely, and a most beautifully spoiled governor.

Commandante Sebastian Golle:
You said you'd give anything to him who hangs Zorro, remember? Now, will you give half of Santa Cruz to me... by marriage?

Lady Isabella Palma:
I marry a sweating, grease-brain brute like you? No, never.

[last lines]

The Priest:
Amen.

Lady Isabella Palma:
My father, dying, left me all he had; power, land, money... and a debt of vengeance. I'll pay with all I have... even my life!

Governor Palma:
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro... You chatter like parlor maids chasing a mouse. I'll hang him within a month.

Lady Isabella Palma:
But this is treason!

Commandante Sebastian Golle:
No, lady. This is common sense. You would betray me tomorrow as you betrayed him today.

Governor Palma:
There's an outlaw in these woods. He's lead a native uprising. He must be killed and by whatever means come best at hand.

[the Commandante lashes his whip at Don Diego]

Don Diego Vega:
Mercy! What have I done?

Commandante Sebastian Golle:
Nothing. That's just to keep my hand in incase I have to lash the life out of some fool who would betray me.

Governor Palma:
I'm sorry, but I have no use for men who smell of perfume.