Original subtitles

Here's adventure.

Here's romance.

Here's O. Henry's famous Robin Hood of the Old West--

"The Cisco Kid."

How about it, Mr. Wharton?

We let them foreign spies get in range and then

blast their dirty heads off?

No, Panamint.

What I've discovered is too important to risk a fight.

You know that.

We've got to lose them and get word to Washington.

Well, I guess you're right.

But it sure tankers my hide not to let old Betsy give 'em

an invite to Boot Hill.

Here's where we split up, Mr. Wharton.

What for?

Well, I'll tell you.

I've been expecting trouble and I thought of an old trick

to throw them varmints off our trail.

Well, good luck, Panamint.

Take this message to-- Art, leave us.

Well, mission accomplished?

Sorry, sir, but we lost them.

You stupid fools!

We did our best, sir, but-- Our government demands

action, not excuses.

When did you lose them?

About three hours ago, sir.

Then there's still time.

At all costs, Wharton must not be allowed to report

his discovery.

Otherwise, it'll seriously jeopardize the plans

of our people.

He no doubt is returning to Fargo.

You take the other men and go there.

Meanwhile, I'll make certain that he can't send word out.

Then I'll join you.

Yes, sir.

Art.

Send this to our agents in Wagon Wheel and Junction City:

Imperative...

that Fargo be cut off from all communication.

Telegraph line still out, eh, Diane?

It's worse than that, Mr. Wharton.

Every line within a hundred miles.

I'm sure those spies are responsible.

Except for the stage, Fargo is cut off from the rest

of the country.

And I can't risk sending word of my discover by mail.

Every stage leaving here is certain to be held up.

What are you going to do?

There's only one thing left to do.

Try and contact the authorities myself.

You can't do that.

They're probably watching the street.

They'll kill you.

I'll have to chance that.

No you don't, Mr. Wharton.

Let me go instead.

I know how important this is to our government.

I'll get through.

You know I will.

You're a very courageous girl, my dear.

Then you'll let me go?

And lose the best secretary I've ever had?

No, Diane, it's out of the question.

I might be sending you to your death.

Oh, fiddle.

I'm not afraid.

Besides, they wouldn't shoot at a woman.

Oh, wouldn't they?

You don't know the enemy like I do, Diane.

They're ruthless.

No, this is my job.

Pack my saddle bags, will you, please?

Hello, Pancho.

(laughing) Pancho want a cracker?

Well, Pancho would like a cracker.

(squawking) (whistling)

Pretty Pancho, pretty Pancho.

(speaking gibberish) (whistling)

Pretty Pancho, pretty Pancho.

(speaking gibberish) (laughing)

(groaning) (laughing)

Hijo, la tiene doblada!

I'm stuck like a mouse in a rat trap!

Cisco, Cisco!

Wait a minute.

Let me take it off.

Hold still.

This will teach you to keep your fingers out of

cracker barrel.

This is no laughing matter.

What you think I am, mousie?

Yes.

Then why don't you put some crackers with the cheese?

Next time I will.

A whole pound of cheese.

And also a bigger trap.

Takes all kind of people to make the world.

Sometimes I'm glad I'm not one of them.

We'll be back for our supplies later.

Cisco, look out!

That must be the one-- I'll kill you for this,

you lousy spies!

Let me go, you let me go!

Stop struggling, miss.

I'm not going to hurt you.

What's the meaning of this?

Hey, Cisco, why this man try to kill us?

That's a lie.

You tried to kill him.

Hear what she say, Cisco?

You wouldn't have any selfless stories.

Diane.

It's my fault.

Aimed rifle out of window.

They're not foreign agents.

Try not to talk anymore, mister.

Miss, get me some clean bandages and some water.

Pancho, give me a hand with him.

Somehow they learned I discovered this vast

deposit of tungsten and they're trying to prevent my getting

word of it to Washington.

They tried to kill him, too.

And they cut every telegraph line for miles around.

Sound of this tungsten, it must be very valuable, no?

It is, Pancho.

It's vital in the manufacture of steel for armaments.

We've been importing it, mainly, but with this deposit of

tungsten I've discovered, our country will soon be

independent of any outside sources of supply.

That's why I've got to contact the authorities.

But you're in no condition to travel.

Pancho and I will get word through for you.

But it may mean your death.

We can't live forever.

Besides, this is our country, too.

If it's good enough to live in, it's good enough to fight for,

right, Pancho?

Sí.

You know, one thing my papa always told me when I was

a little boy-- "Keep two things in

"your heart, Pancho.

Your god and your country."

And to which I say amen.

I'm going along with them, Mr. Wharton.

But, Diane-- Don't give me any arguments.

If I don't go, who's going to decode the message?

I coded it in music.

Is this the only way?

I'm afraid it is.

Then she'll have to come along.

Better let me adjust this sling a little higher,

Mr. Wharton.

You're going to need your arm.

Well?

There's a window at the top of the stairs that opens up

into his office.

It'll be easy to get him from there.

Go ahead, Jerry.

We'll cover you from here.

You know what to do.

Okay, Dan.

Does that feel better?

Yes, thank you.

Let me raise it just a little higher.

The chief isn't going to like this.

Pancho, you keep your eyes on Mr. Wharton.

Pancho is the best shooter in the whole world and always

I must play a nursery maid or a babysit-downer.

You catch them, Cisco?

No, they all got away, Pancho.

Next time, Cisco, you play nurse maid and let Pancho

catch 'em.

How is your arm?

Not too bad.

Well, we can't leave you here.

It isn't safe.

I can still use my left hand, Cisco.

Just the same, we're taking you to Doc Holliday and you're

staying there until we get back.

Let's have the date on the deposit.

It's here in my boot.

To whom do we deliver this?

George Arnold, federal agent in Austin.

He'll see that it gets to Washington.

We better get going.

Ho!

Well, did you get him?

Sorry, sir, but two strangers interfered and we--

And you didn't get him.

Blunderhead!

Who were the strangers?

I don't know, sir, but I saw them and Wharton's secretary

taking the Austin road.

The Austin road, huh?

Where's Dan?

I don't know, sir.

What do you know?

I think he rode back into town, but I'm not sure.

Well, get back to town and make sure.

Yes, sir.

Send this to our agent in Austin:

Believe Wharton's secretary and two friends

proceeding to Austin.

Intercept them and hold in cabin

on timber line and then advise me.

Cisco, it looks like the wagon is loose from the wheel.

That man and woman probably need help.

Let's give them a hand, Pancho.

I see you're having some trouble.

Can we give you a hand?

You sure can, señors.

Me and my wife.

Get your hands up quick!

Well, I'll be a gee whiz.

That lady ain't no woman.

Get their guns.

What is the meaning of this?

Wharton's secretary, huh?

How do you do?

Oh, so that's it, huh?

Exactly.

Why did you take off the dress?

You look better in it.

Hold it!

All right, climb in.

Go on, get up there.

What are you waiting for?

Get in.

I will if you help me.

My pants are a little tight.

Why, you low-down goggle-eyed--

Please, señor, it was an accident.

Pancho can't help if one of his feet is bigger

than his other feet.

Use one of the horses and get word to the chief while

we take them to the cabin.

Get on our the way.

All right, let's get going.

You're comfortable, I hope.

Ah, yes, comfortable.

Just like a rat in a trap.

What are you smoking?

What do you think I'm smoking?

I don't know, but it smells like rope.

You won't feel so chipper when the chief gets here

and that won't be long now.

See, it's all your fault, stupid.

Now we'll never get the chance to spend that money

Mr. Wharton paid us.

All my fault.

Cisco, if I don't got no more brains than you,

I'd shoot myself.

You should have done that a long time ago.

Cisco, you talk too much with a big mouth.

You better look out.

Shut up.

Where's that money you just mentioned?

Why should I tell you?

Because, my friend, if you don't, I might decide to

kill you right now.

You better tell him, Cisco.

All right, Pancho.

If you say so.

It's hidden in the lining of my right boot.

Now, if you'll untie me-- I know your tricks.

I'll untie your legs and I'll take the boot off.

Just as you like.

Pancho, get to the door!

Diane, turn around.

Let me cut the rope off of your wrists.

Here.

Take the knife and cut mine.

Good.

Help, fellas, help!

Don't make a move.

Diane, get their guns while I untie Pancho.

What you gonna do, Cisco, wait for the big chief

and catch him?

No, Pancho.

There is no telling how many men he will have with him.

Besides, it's more important we get to Austin.

How are we going to get there without horses, Cisco?

We'll take their wagon.

Diane, get that sheet of music from the table.

Pancho, let's tie them.

Hey, Cisco, quick.

Help her up.

Hey, andale.

Come along.

(shouting) Get me out of here.

You blockheads.

Let them get away, huh?

They tricked us, but they won't get very far.

They just took off in our wagon.

You free the others.

Come on, fellas.

Andale, you horses!

(shouting indistinctly) What are we waiting for?

You want them to catch me and kill Cisco and the girl?

Why do you say I put some chili con carne in your oats?

Hi-yah, andale!

(shouting indistinctly) (gunshot firing)

Speed up, Pancho.

Take cover, Pancho!

(gunshots firing) Cisco, they are

coming closer and I don't got too many bullets left.

How can we get mixed up in a thing like this?

The same as we always do, Pancho.

I think we better change rocks.

This one is getting all full of holes.

I've got a better idea.

Diane, you just keep on shooting.

Pancho, come with me.

Cisco, what are you gonna do?

Turn the wagon around and get low.

(whistling) (whistling)

Get up, mister!

This is the end of the tungsten trail for you.

Now walk.

Well, hello.

Mr. Wharton!

I didn't expect you back so soon.

What are you doing here?

I thought I told you to stay at Doc Holliday's

until we got back.

Now, Diane, you didn't expect me to stay cooped up there

all this time, did you?

After all-- After all, you might have

been killed by those spies.

But I wasn't.

So suppose you quit scolding and tell me what happened.

All is well, Mr. Wharton.

The most important thing was to deliver the information to

Mr. Arnold and that was done.

Cisco and Pancho delivered to Mr. Arnold

the foreign spy who tried to kill you.

No!

Sí!

We trick them, they trick us, we trick them again and

Pancho is full of tricks.

Didn't I never told you how we "catched" them

from the wagon, huh?

Didn't I?

Well, no, well, then I will.

Look, we turned the wagon around like this, see,

and then the wagon, it rolls down the hill

faster and faster, see?

And Pancho gets ready to jump and faster and faster he goes

and my heart is beating, my feet is pounding,

and then Pancho jump like this.

(laughing) Who-- who pushed over

the wagon over?

Oh, Pancho.

Oh, Cisco!

(laughing) Goodbye, amigos!

See you soon!

Ha!