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Here's adventure.

Here's romance.

Here's O. Henry's famous Robin Hood of the

Old West-- The Cisco Kid!

Can I help you?

No thank you.

How do you do, sir?

What can I do for you?

And you must be Miss Parker.

I heard that Baxter Center had a very good-looking postmistress.

Oh, thank you.

I'm Sam Harris.

Postal inspector from Washington.

Well, I'm certainly glad to see you, Mr. Harris.

We've been expecting someone from Washington for some time.

Anything for me?

No, Jay, not a thing.

Well, it's quite all right, Mr. Harris.

This is Jay Willoughby, who owns the store.

Oh, I see.

A post office detective, huh?

I've read and heard a lot about you fellas.

I suppose you're out here to investigate the mail robberies

and hold-ups we've been having in this district, huh?

That's right.

I'm afraid you're up against a tough proposition,

Mr. Harris.

Jay is right, Mr. Harris.

These outlaws seem to know when and where to strike.

Swift and sudden.

And then disappear into thin air.

So I've been informed.

Well, I'll be seeing quite a bit of you, Miss Parker, but right

now, I think I better pay a visit to the sheriff.

Sure didn't lose much time.

Come on.

He's dead.

Who is he?

Sam Harris.

A United States postal inspector sent here to investigate the

hold-ups we've been having.

He was on his way over to see you.

I wonder who shot him?

I was sitting right there in front of the store and I didn't

see anybody.

Doggone strange.

Killed by someone who disappears into thin air.

Maybe it's one of those outlaws.

They discovered somehow who he was and why he was here and

shot.

I'm included to agree with Elaine.

Poor fella didn't have a chance.

Those crooks won't stand a chance either if I ever get

my hands on them.

Keep your hands away from your guns.

Think we did it, huh, Sheriff?

You act like you still believe we belong

to that outlaw gang.

I do, Stacy.

Then why don't you throw us in jail?

I will when I can prove what I suspect.

Give me a hand with him, will you, boys?

Well, Pancho, isn't breakfast ready yet?

No, breakfast ain't ready and I don't care if it never get

ready.

What's the matter?

Did the coffee pot boil over?

No, I am boiling over.

All day long, I am standing over this hot fire, cooking the

breakfast, cooking the dinner, cooking the supper, cooking,

cooking, cooking, cooking, cooking!

Oh, Pancho.

Didn't you tell me that you loved to cook?

Si.

And didn't you tell me that you were the best cook

in the West?

Well, even the best cook, he gets tired of his own cooking.

Oh.

So that's it, huh?

Oh, what wouldn't I give for one of those nice dinners cooked

by Mama Maria.

The albondigas soup, the chili rellenos and the de leche.

And when she cooked those frijole beans with the skins on

the top, ooh, when you eat that, you just--

(laughing) Well, Pancho, if it makes you

that happy, we'll pay her a visit, huh?

You mean that, Cisco?

Of course I do.

Oh, Cisco, you are a true companero.

I will go get everything ready, huh?

Hey, Pancho, Pancho.

Not so fast.

First we're going to have breakfast, then I'm going to

write a letter to Mama Maria telling her when to expect us.

No, Cisco, no.

Writing the letter, that means the post office.

The post office means going to town and going to town means

getting in trouble.

Oh, Pancho, don't worry.

We'll only be in town long enough to mail the letter, then

we'll leave.

Now let's eat.

Come on.

No, no, Cisco.

Cisco, when we go to town, we always stay long enough to get

in trouble.

Ay!

Ay!

Now the trouble begins.

Pancho, you watch the horses while I mail this letter.

Well, hurry up and take your time.

Good morning, Miss.

How do you do, sir?

What can I do for you?

Would you please tell me how much it takes to send a letter

to Mexico?

Yes, it's 65 cents.

Here you are, Miss.

What's the matter?

Is my face dirty?

No, uh, you reminded me of someone, that's all.

You'll have to pardon me while I get some change from

the store owner.

Listen, Jay, try to act casual while you change this bank note.

Take a look at the man over there.

All right, what about him?

He's The Cisco Kid.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

I've seen his face on wanted dodgers.

He's possibly one of those outlaws.

Maybe the one who killed Mr. Harris.

That could be.

Here.

I'll detain him.

You get the sheriff.

Here's your change.

I'm sorry you had to wait.

Oh, think nothing of it, Miss.

Waiting for you is a pleasure.

What a pretty speech.

You're a stranger here, aren't you?

Yes.

I'm sorry to say, just passing through.

That's not very complementary to our town.

We expect visitors to stay over for a while.

Baxter Center is noted for its hospitality.

It must be if the rest of the people are as pleasant as you

are.

Get your hands up, Cisco.

Now what's this all about?

As if you didn't know.

Lock him up, Sheriff.

But I-- You can talk all you want in

jail, Cisco.

Mosey along now.

Some hospitality.

You had enough water.

Now let's -- before Cisco gets all into

trouble.

What I told you?

We in town 10 minutes and Cisco's already in trouble.

How many times do I have to tell you, Sheriff?

All I came to town for was to mail a letter.

Maybe so.

Maybe you're not one of the outlaws.

Maybe you didn't kill the postal inspector.

But I'm holding you here, Cisco, until I make sure.

Hey, Cisco.

Well, Mr. Cisco, maybe next time you will

listen to me, huh?

How you like this place?

I think maybe I'm going to let you stay here a little while.

Now listen, you grinning hyena.

Listen to me closely.

(yelling) Diablo!

Steady.

Steady, Diablo.

Now, easy.

Now.

Easy.

Easy, boy.

Easy.

Easy.

Go, Diablo.

Go ahead.

Go on.

Go on.

Pull.

Go on.

Well, Loco, we're going to wait here for the sheriff like

Cisco said.

And besides, I don't like to get shoot at anyhow.

Put your hands up.

Why?

What for you chase me anyhow?

Why?

What do you mean by shooting up the town, you one-eyed Jasper?

Me?

I didn't do nothing.

I was just feeling good.

Maybe you won't feel so good after a week in jail.

Mount up.

Drop your gun, Sheriff.

You tricked me good, Cisco, but you'll be back in jail soon.

And your pal too.

I doubt it very much.

Pancho, take him to the shack.

Andale.

I hate to leave you like this, Sheriff, but I have a

little job to do.

I don't want you getting in my way.

You know, I think sheriffs is the nicest people tied up.

Hey, Pancho.

No, not that.

Come on.

What are we going to do now, Cisco?

We're going back to town and call on a young lady.

You see, I knew there was a senorita mixed up in this

somewhere.

Cisco, let's-- before we get there too late to

have some of Mama Maria's tortillas, eh?

Pancho.

Can't you think of anything else except tortillas?

Yeah.

Arroz con pollo, chili rellenos, frijoles con queso.

Cisco, forget all about the senorita.

Pancho, you don't understand.

A postal inspector was killed a little while ago in Baxter

Center and they think I did it.

Oh.

Is that why they threw you in jail?

Yes.

Now I can't leave town until I clear myself.

Oh, Cisco, trouble, trouble, trouble.

Always trouble.

There you are, Debbie.

Give my regards to Tom.

Good morning, Miss.

What are you doing out of jail?

Your sheriff is a very charming man.

Very easy to talk to.

When I convinced him he didn't want me, he turned me loose.

Oh, the sheriff is a very nice people.

He don't give us no trouble at all.

Well, I'm sorry, Cisco.

If apologizes are in order, I'd like to offer mine.

I had a hand in your arrest too.

Oh, that don't make no never mind.

Cisco's always like this when he sees a beautiful senorita.

You know, Miss, getting involved in this murder has

rather interested me.

Who else besides yourself knew what the postal inspector was

doing in town?

Well, only Mr. Willoughby, the store owner.

Anyone else?

Not as far as I know.

Hm.

This makes it into a real Chinese puzzle.

Well, come on, Pancho.

You and I will go to the hotel, get ourselves a room and look

into this puzzle after we get some sleep.

Nice to have met you.

Me too.

Much obliged.

Right.

Cisco, hotel, sleep, Chinese puzzles.

What kind of simple talking is this?

You'll soon find out, Pancho.

Cisco, I still don't know why we have to play the guinea pigs.

I told you before, Pancho.

I think either the man who owns the store or the girl or maybe

both of them are behind the killing of the postal inspector.

Yeah, I know, I know, Cisco.

You told me.

But-- If it's true, we'll soon have

visitors.

Well, Cisco, if we're gonna have the visitors, I don't know

why we have to play the guinea pigs.

Because, Pancho.

They are going to try to come in with their guns and their hands

to kill us.

Kill us?

Kill us?

What do you mean, kill us?

Hey, Cisco, what are you saying?

You know I don't look pretty good when I'm dead.

(Speaks Spanish) All right, boys, we've got

work to do.

What is it this time?

Cisco Kid and his pal Pancho.

They're holed up in a room at the hotel.

Boss wants us to get 'em.

They're a couple of tough hombres.

Hope the boss knows what he's doing.

He has so far.

Come on, saddle.

We'll pick up Dave and Lefty on the way.

Bill, you plant yourself across the street.

Bob, get up there.

Draw back.

That oughta take care of them.

Drop your guns!

Circle around from the back, Pancho.

Look, Cisco, I'm making a collection!

But I don't want these guns.

I got one.

Cisco! -- If I ever catch him,

I will kill him!

Pancho, that shot came from that alley over there.

Cisco, ain't nobody here.

What that, Cisco?

A clue, Pancho.

One that will hang the killer of the postal inspector.

A little thing like that, a clue?

It's a little piece of rubber.

Yes, Pancho.

But it smells of burnt powder.

Freshly burnt powder.

I think the sheriff will be very much interested to see it.

Come on-- Bueno.

We go.

The sheriff?

Hey, Cisco, what are you saying?

(knocking) Who is it?

It's me-- Drake.

Well, you messed things up beautifully, didn't you?

Can I help it if Cisco carries a rabbit's

foot with him?

You're pulling out, huh?

Only fools stay to the last minute.

Here, give me a hand.

Sure.

I guess this is the end of the mail hold-ups for me and the

rest of the boys.

Only for the time being.

We'll be in business in a little while.

I'll get in touch with you as soon as I get located in some

other town.

Well, well.

I never would have dreamed this, Jay.

You, the mastermind of the gang.

I'm sorry you found this out, Elaine.

You've suddenly become quite a problem.

Well, Cisco, I suppose you've come back to kill me.

On the contrary, Sheriff.

Pancho, get busy.

I'm going to give you back your gun.

I don't get this, Cisco.

You are going to arrest the head of those outlaws, the one

who killed the inspector from Washington.

You know who he is?

Yes, and I have a little plan how to prove it.

Let's have it.

I'll tell you on the way to town.

She'll talk.

Better get rid of her.

I intend to, just before I leave.

In the meantime, we'll put her in the closet and she can holler

her head off in there and no one's going to hear her.

Tell the boys what I said and I'll contact them later.

Just a minute, Willoughby.

I'm the one that's leaving.

I'm taking your little bag with me for company.

Hand it over.

But, uh-- Come on, hand it over.

You both know what to do.

Now get busy.

Anybody in the store?

Anybody here?

I'll be right with you.

Well, well, Cisco, I must say that you have a lot of nerve,

wandering around the town with the sheriff after you.

Cisco's not afraid of sheriffs.

Where is Miss Parker?

Oh, she went out a little while ago.

Why?

I just wanted to tell her I found a clue to the man who

killed the postal inspector.

Oh, that's very interesting, Cisco.

Who did it?

You, Mr. Willoughby.

I?

Well, what do you know about that?

Maybe you can tell me why I killed him?

That's very easy.

You've been cleaning up as the head of those outlaws who have

been holding up the mail.

You wanted to protect your interests.

Now I've heard everything.

Now perhaps you can tell me how I killed him?

That little matter I expect to prove very soon.

See you later.

Did you hear enough, Sheriff?

I sure have, Cisco.

Good timing, Pancho.

You're very clever, Willoughby, but not clever enough to get

away with murder.

No one is that clever.

Here's a present from Cisco and Pancho, Mr. Sheriff.

And here's another one.

It's coming from the office!

Move, Willoughby.

Let's see what else you've been up to.

Dan, he's the one who-- I know, Elaine.

Cisco set a little trap for him and he fell right into it.

He also killed one of his men.

You'll find him behind the desk.

Get over there.

I've been very stupid, haven't I, Cisco?

More stupid than Pancho when his brains don't work and that

happens quicker than sometimes and also before, don't you?

What made you suspect Willoughby?

It was the rubber tip from a cane.

It smelled of freshly burnt gunpowder.

Suddenly it dawned on me it was the tip from a cane gun.

Yeah.

And since the shot came from the store and Willoughby used the

cane, Cisco and I mixed our brains together and figured it

out just like that.

Right, Pancho.

Just like this.

You know, you are positively brilliant.

You got brains too, Cisco.

Oh, Pancho.

Oh, Cisco.

Goodbye, amigos!

See you soon!