Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Guillermo Cortez is dead. - What?

What you have to understand is...

The only way I could bear your touch was to imagine you were Alejandro.

He always goes on business.

I just got you out of jail!

You may now kiss the bride. Again.

Might one of you be Don Alejandro de la Vega?

And how exactly does a flaming poker fit into your little theory?

Don't touch him!

I have always listened to my heart.

...that I would be swept off my feet by a sadistic coward like you?

Are you all right?

What is his teacher's name?

What do you really know about this man?

So he sits around with friends counting money.

So we needed someone who could gain his trust.

Of course. I have to pick up Joaquin.

I'll hold you to that, Mr. McGivens. Otherwise you get nothing.

We were never meant to be together.

A count recently in from France.

So he'll grow up to be a nice little aristocrat...

And what is through that door?

Can you hurry it up a little? The people are calling.

But science has shown us how to extract the glycerine...

I promise. Now--

...but I'm wanted elsewhere. Please excuse me.

- I know about the Pinkertons. - How?

Unless it is my pipe, of course.

I've heard enough.

The drinks are on me.

No matter where you go, Armand...

We will determine the outcome...

But I don't want to catch you breaking anyone out of jail again.

Joaquin. Joaquin, listen to me.

You've lost it all.

Padre's dead and the kid's a witness.

...we see the people we love as we wish them to be...

Rumour has it they invented it to avoid bathing.

Why didn't you tell me who you are?

I am your father, little man. Don't talk to me like that.

So, what's with you, huh?

Perhaps you should wear lipstick if you're gonna act like my mother.

...to honour California's statehood.

Live my life as a wealthy don? Order servants around all day?

But this is only the beginning. In three months...