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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!

You've set yourselves up as the law-the judge and jury, but

you're nothing but skulking rats, fattening on framed

evidence, hiding behind masks because you're afraid to reveal

your faces.

Do with me as you will, but as God as my judge, all of you will

pay for your crimes.

Are you finished?

I'll have my say.

John Holden, the vigilantes found you guilty and

ran you out of town.

You were warned what would happen if you returned.

You chose to ignore the warning.

We'll draw as usual to see who gets to shoot him.

Short straw wins.

Looks like I've been elected.

Them blasted coyotes call their selves vigilantes-nothing

but a pack of killers.

Better be careful, Tom.

You know the old saying-even the walls have ears?

All right, then if they are, let 'em be listened.

They haven't picked on us ranchers yet, but you mark my

words-if and when they do, we're just gonna clean them out.

That won't be easy.

Nobody knows who they are.

A mask never stopped a bullet, Jed.

The trouble with you town folks is that you just ain't got no

gumption.

John Holden is the ninth man that's been killed or run outta

here, and what are you doin' about it?

You ain't doin' nothin'.

Well, there's nothing we can do about it, Tom.

John Holden came back with the idea of organizing the town

folks, and look what happened to him.

Why none of us dare talk out for fear that even our best friend

may be one of them.

I would-- (squeal)

Hey, what in tarnation is he doing here?

Hey, he's a cute little fella, ain't he?

Yeah, he sure is.

Uh, he's no monkey.

Oh, excuse me.

Hey, there you are, eh?

What are you doin' in the barbershop, huh?

What're you doin' in the barbershop, huh?

Huh?

Yeah, you see?

He say that he want to learn how to be a regular barber.

Señor Sabatore is now gonna play for you a beautiful--

No, but I'm in no mood for music.

Well, that's all right.

Then I-I gonna get a shave.

Come on here, huh?

Come on, you sit down there.

That's a good boy, that's a good boy.

And you keep your ears open and your eyes wide closed so you can

see and then you gonna learn how to be a regular barber, eh?

Yeah, I got the once over once, eh, and a little heavy on the

lighter side because of my whisk, they grow pretty close up

to my face.

As you say.

That's what I say.

(squeals) Ah!

Whooey!

That's pretty hot, don't you?

That's better.

Just like ice cream.

You know, Mr. Barber, you got a touch just

like an artist.

Ah!

Hey!

What?

What's the matter, Jacko?

What's the matter?

One lesson, and you think you can cut up on my face like a

regular barb, eh?

And, besides, who--who told you that you can use my face in a

practice and make it a playground for your monkey

business, eh?

Eh?

Look, here, now, wipe up your face and blow up your nose.

Sit back in the chair.

I'm not finished yet.

Oh, maybe some other time when the -- isn't looking, eh?

Here, señor.

Thank you.

Good-bye, boss.

Whoa!

Well, my dear, this is Buffalo Flats.

How do you like it?

Like it?

Are you kiddin', Tex?

I wouldn't be caught dead in a dump like this.

This place gives me the creeps.

Come on, let's go.

But, my darling, you are forgetting we have

an investment here.

You know, for a smart promoter, Tex, sometimes you're

pretty dumb.

No wonder John Holden's daughter sold you his place here.

This town's like a morgue.

Oh, it's not as bad as that.

Come on, let's look the place over.

All right, but I'm telling you I won't like it.

Tex, look, Holden was closed by the vigilantes.

So what.

So what?

Tex, you're a swell guy, and we've had a lot of fun together,

but when the vigilantes step in, this baby steps out.

I bruise too easy.

Just a minute, bud.

I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

Why not?

I own the place.

That's what I heard, but I don't think the vigilantes would

like the idea of the store being opened up again.

Really?

And I suppose you're one of them, eh?

I'm just a fella giving you some good advice.

Thanks, but I'm just the fellow who is not taking it.

Looking for trouble, eh?

Not if I can possibly avoid it.

Watch out for-- mister.

Turn around.

Hey, Pike needs help.

Uh, excuse me, please.

The like my organ, she swing around like this.

Excuse me, señor, it was an accident.

You see the leg of my organ, she go like that, huh?

You see, Jacko, accidents will happen in the worst of the

families.

And tell your friend I don't like vigilantes.

Hey, Jacko, that was a good fight, huh?

I guess you and me could've whipped them all.

I thought you were leaving.

A girl has a right to change her mind, hasn't she?

(organ music playing) (garbled singing)

That's what I call a good,

simple place, eh?

-- He's a nice little monkey, eh?

Sometimes he play -- Well, my dear, the place has

definite possibilities.

Howdy, stranger.

Howdy.

I'm Jed Haskell, the barber.

What was all the trouble about?

There was no trouble.

As I was saying, the-- I still don't like it, Tex.

There's no excitement running a store.

Now, if you were to change it into a gambling house...

A gambling house?

But, darling, I know nothing about gambling.

You don't have to.

Just leave everything to me, and in six months you'll have

the swellest little place in the west.

Ah, come on, Tex, what do ya say?

Well, all right, if you think so, we'll try it.

You won't regret it, Tex.

I hope not.

Now, let's see what kind of accommodations we can get at the

hotel, huh?

No, I don't want no shave today.

This'll do.

Thank you very much.

That was some fancy shooting you did, Lois.

I didn't think you could handle a gun that well.

It was an accident.

I meant to shoot over his head.

Oh, but now they'll be after you, Cisco.

You won't be able to snoop around like you planned.

Oh, it'll be all right.

I didn't think we'd tangle up with them so soon that--

Stay here.

Be careful.

Oh, Pancho, just a minute.

Hey, Jacko, say hello to the señorita.

Hello, Jacko.

Have you found out anything yet, Pancho?

Oh, plenty, señorita.

The people are afraid to talk, but I think that man you fight

with, Cisco, his name is Pike, and he's one of the vigilantes.

What do you suppose they're up to, Cisco?

I don't know, Lois, but it looks like they're trying to

take over the town.

But why, Cisco?

We'll know that, Pancho, when we find out who

the vigilantes are.

Where are our horses, our clothes, and our guns?

I got them hide out, Cisco.

I show you tonight.

You can go now, Pancho.

Meanwhile, get me the name of everybody that's

friendly with Pike.

Bueno.

Huh?

Oh, you wanna stay with the señorita, huh?

All right, now you be a good little monkey boy.

Well, I think I'll pay a visit to the local barber.

You know, barbers are the very finest source of information.

Oh, be careful, Cisco.

I will, but, Lois, you stay here until I return.

It wouldn't be good for them to find out that you're John

Holden's daughter.

All right.

(organ music) What'll it be-- shave,

haircut, or conversation?

Conversation.

I'm not one for giving advice, mister, but if I were

you, I'd forget about opening that gambling house in town.

Why, because of the vigilantes?

If you don't mind, mister, I'd rather not talk about them.

The walls have ears, you know.

There's been some mighty strange things happening around here.

Turn around, both of you.

Put your hands up.

Come out here with me.

What do you want with me?

I haven't done anything.

I'm just a poor barber.

Shut up!

So you don't like vigilantes, eh?

No, I don't.

Neither masked or unmasked.

Get on over there.

You haven't heard anything or seen anything.

Remember that, and you'll stay alive.

I won't talk.

I won't say a word to anyone, I promise.

Take him on out.

(singing in Spanish) You won't be so happy in a

little while, mister.

Give me the lead line.

Fred, you stay behind and see we're not followed.

Get down.

Walk straight ahead.

Here he is.

I want you to see what happens to strangers who are curious.

Tie him up.

Wait a minute, that's my job.

Have you anything to say before you die?

Plenty.

But I suppose it wouldn't do any good.

You suppose right.

It wouldn't.

We'll draw as usual.

You win.

Get busy.

What's the matter?

Well, I never did shoot a man with other people looking on.

Leave him alone with me.

Come on, get on with it, or I'll do it myself.

What's the matter now?

My gun is stuck.

Hurry up, we haven't got all day.

That'll teach you not to fool around with the vigilantes.

When I shoot, make like you're dead.

Come on, get busy.

(gun shot) I'll take him out

and bury him.

Couple of you give him a hand.

Pancho will do it-- Get your hands up quick!

Hurry up, or you'll get a bullet through your head!

What's the big idea?

There's a ringer among us.

Unmask him and get his gun.

It's the Italian organ grinder.

Grab 'em!

Don't let 'em get away!

Watch the tunnel door.

Light the other lamp.

They slipped out through the tunnel.

Come on, we'll get 'em.

Hold it.

They're liable to pick you off at the other end.

What'll we do?

Joe, the dynamite in the tunnel, set it off.

The rest of you keep an eye on the hotel.

Hey, Cisco, they blow up this end of the tunnel.

Which means there's another way out of that cellar, Pancho.

Yeah, but with this end all closed up, how we gonna find it?

Look around.

That place is in the very outskirts of the town.

You are right, Cisco.

I didn't notice that when I was following you and them, but why

they ride away with you, then circle around back here?

For the same reason they blindfolded me, Pancho-to make

me think that that cellar was a cave far out of town.

But I know exactly where the place is.

You do?

Yes, the tunnel leads from here, right straight through to

that building on the outskirts of the town, and the cellar is

right under it.

You mean that, Cisco?

Of course, Pancho.

What are we waiting for?

Let's went.

We will, but after we change our clothes.

Come on.

Morning, gents.

Shave, haircut, or conversation?

A little conversation in your back room.

But, gentlemen, we can talk right here.

I said in your back room and quickly.

Well, if you insist on it.

Know me?

Why-why, you're the stranger those vigilantes grabbed.

No, señor, he's the Cisco Kid, and I am Pancho.

Cisco Kid, Pancho?

Well, bless my soul.

How did you get away from those vigilantes?

You should know.

You were in the cellar, Mr. Haskell.

I, cellar?

I don't understand what you mean.

No, then Pancho will told you.

You are that no-good killer, the leader of that gang of crooks

who call themselves the vigilantes.

Why-- why, that's ridiculous.

Ridiculous?

Pancho, look for the hidden stairway.

Just a minute, mister.

Shut up!

Yes, Cisco.

Look, Cisco.

What's that, Pancho?

I don't know, Cisco, you look it.

Well, well, an engineer's blueprint of Buffalo Flats.

It's very interesting.

Thank you, Pancho.

Now, see if you can find that hidden stairway.

Here it is, Cisco.

Go on, mister.

You go first.

(squealing) Jocko, come back!

Hey, look!

Oh, you bad, bad, bad boy.

Shame on you.

Shame on you!

What are you doin' here?

I'm taking a walk, if it's any of your--

Just a minute.

Something's wrong in here.

Behave yourself or I'll clout you.

Hey, Pancho, get me his gun over there.

You're due for a hanging, my friend.

Maybe, if you can prove that the gun is mine.

That will not be very difficult, after we round up

your men.

Why you do all that, Cisco?

Our friend over here knew that the railroad was coming

through Buffalo Flats.

Naturally, the prices of the land will boost sky-high.

He wanted to take over the whole town.

How you know that?

It's all there in that engineer's map you found.

Freeze and make it quick.

Pancho, you stay with these men here.

He went out the back way.

Here is the map.

Okay.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand!

Give me your hand!

(screams) Hello, Loco.

You and Diablo been good friends, huh?

That's a good boy.

Here, that's one for you, Loco, huh?

And one for you, Jacko.

Come on, come on.

Now, eat, Jacko.

Come on, eat, eat.

No, you don't want?

That's more for me.

Here, Jacko, here's a little taste.

Here, taste, here.

Oh, look, we got visitor people, eh?

Well, Pancho, let's be on our way.

Bueno.

Now, Jacko, -- back to your owner, and just

because I know you'll be a good boy, here's a present for you.

What's the matter, Pancho?

I think Jacko give me a present.

Oh, Pancho!

Oh, Cisco!

Good-bye, amigos!

See you soon!