Johnston McCulley

There is a saying, a very old saying: when the pupil is ready the master will appear.

This is called a training circle, a master's wheel. This circle will be your world, your whole life. Until I tell you otherwise, there is nothing outside of it.

There is NOTHING outside of it. Captain Love does not exist until I say he exists. As your skill with the sword improves, you will progress to a smaller circle. With each new circle, your world contracts, bringing you that much closer to your adversary, that much closer to retribution.

I gave my life to them, and in return I lost everything. My wife was murdered before my eyes, and my child was stolen to be raised by my mortal enemy.

No, I will take my daughter. And don't pretend she means nothing to you.

You're too young to understand.

Alejandro, I taught you everything you needed to survive. Now, I must look to my own heart. Elena is all I have left, I'm not going to lose her again.

They still have Zorro.

You have passion, Alejandro, and your skill is growing. But to enter Montero's world, I must give you something which is completely beyond your reach.

No, not today. He is trained to kill. You seem trained to drink. Oh, yes, my friend, you would have fought very bravely, and died very quickly. Who then would avenge your brother?

You cannot imagine, Rafael, how I have dreamed of this moment, night and day, twenty long years.

And suddenly lightning flashed and a mighty thunder shook the wasted land, and the evil king glared at the good prince and said... something very forgettable.

The world is a very strange place… to have found you at last - only to lose you again.

It's only the sound of my voice. Soon she will have no time for them.

You killed somebody?

Of course not. Tell me, in what way did you break the most sacred of commandments.

Look at me, I look like a butterfly. This is the most stupid thing I've ever done.

Three days? How many sins could you have committed in three days? Come back when you have more time, please.

A sense of the miraculous in everyday life.

You were trying; she was succeeding. Forgive me, Captain Love. A shameless joke at your expense… and I hope it won't be the last.

And so it was. Lighting split the sky, thunder shook the earth, and then all was quiet. The great warrior known as Zorro was gone. The people of the land gave him a hero's funeral, the largest anyone had ever seen. They came from far and wide to say farewell to their brave and noble champion. But don't worry, little Joaquin. Whenever great deeds are remembered, your grandfather will live on. For there must always, always be a Zorro. And some day, when he's needed, we will see him again... on his fearsome steed Tornado, riding like the wind, his sword blazing in the sun... leaping, jumping, swinging through the air... fighting like a lion. Fighting like a tiger. Fighting... ... as safely as possible.

Be careful senorita, there are dangerous men about.

She does. But you taught me to see beyond personal feelings, remember? Was that all a lie?

To understand what? Betrayal? All the work, all the training, all the wise words, for what? To smile in the face of my brother's killer while you make your own plans?

He has been many different men, but he has loved you as all of them.

He probably wears the mask to hide his bald head and unsightly features.

All that shooting guns, racing around on horses - gives me a frightful headache. It's hardly the work of a gentleman.

No, but increasing one's holdings so as to provide comfort to ladies. Such as yourself.