click on pics for 800 X 600	Page Two...while Lady Zorro is secretly following the next batch of captive peasants to the hidden mine, Dr. Helm is busy with shaving and the metaphor of the cracked mirror and a very nosy Dona Hidalgo, who has all the grace of a starved wolf, slavering over new meat.
"You don't look married," says Dona Hidalgo.	(And you don't act married, Senora) "I wasn't aware being married had a look," says our good doctor.	Vera asks him why he's come to California.
"For adventure." Or, more correctly, "adventcha."	"You look like a man who has adventure wherever he goes." Vera says in her best brazen hussy fashion.	Don Hidalgo drives up in his carriage, while Vera is offering the doctor a welcoming gift of wine.
"Isn't my wife beautiful?" Don Hidalgo remarks, both boasting and warning. (Vera is, after all, already fluffing the sheets with Grisham.)	"You should get one of your own," Don Hidalgo adds whle Vera does her best "walking away" exhibition.	Dr. Helm thinks it's a damn shame they haven't invented penicillin yet.
He finally wipes off the shaving cream and gets ready to go to work.	Tessa gets closer to the mines and the enslaved peasants.	The doctor is in.
Why are you always washing your hands, Roberto?  Just a little thing called the germ theory of disease, Luis.	Or maybe it's just a subconscious expiation for when I used to be a bad guy, Luis. What do you mean, "used to be"?	I need to discuss a hypothetical fever with you, Roberto.     I've got two more patients to see, Luis. They used to lick their wounds clean before we had a doctor, Roberto.
Yuccck! Well, Roberto, what about this fever? Could you make a medicine?	Maybe if you know of a hypothetical apothecary? Shouldn't I see these men. Maybe they are overworked or exhausted.	Maybe you should go see those two patients now. Good day, Roberto.
	Meanwhile, back at the mines, Tessa has been shot by Grisham and backed to the sea cliff edge, where they think she has no avenue of escape.
Hmmmmm.		Wrong.
		Next, Dr. Helm dresses up real good, too.