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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!

I beg your pardon, could you tell me the time?

Sure.

Keep your eyes open, Joe, the town marshal just rode in.

It's 10:30, miss.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Wharton.

Why, hello, Miss Jerry.

Expect you for another week or two.

Oh, a good saleswoman always does the unexpected.

I hope you've looked over my company's line of

office appliances.

Yes, I have.

Just have a seat, please, and I'll be with you in a minute.

Thank you.

I see you still have the little gift I left you.

Yes, quite an attraction.

That's what all of our customers think.

Excuse me, please.

Cisco!

Hey, Cisco!

What's the matter, Pancho?

Cisco, this letter-- the postmaster--

he read it to me-- she is dead, she is killed!

Dead? Who?

Oh, it's awful-- and poor Mam' Maria.

Oh, no, no, not Mama Maria!

She can't be dead.

Who say she was?

You did, just now.

No, I didn't, Cisco, I was telling you about

my little pet goat, Antonia.

Poor Mam' Maria say, she committed 'souicide.'

You mean suicide?

'Souicide' or suicide, what difference does it make, Cisco?

But Pancho, how can a goat commit suicide?

Well, I'm gonna tell you.

It was this way, Cisco.

She have a big argument with a train, and the train win,

heh heh, and so did Pancho.

What do you mean?

Here, look at this.

Check, Cisco-- the railroad people, they give it to me

for damages-- but how can they give it to me for damages,

because Pancho, he didn't was damaged.

No, Pancho.

Nature did that, long, long time ago.

He did?

Why didn't somebody tell me about it, Cisco?

Well, anyhow, I'm going up to the bank and cash out

this check, eh?

And I think I'll go upstairs.

[playing "Turkey in the Straw"] [fiddle music continuing]

Hey, mister.

This little paper is good for pesos?

I think so.

Would you sign it on the back?

Sign-- what do you mean?

Sign it with a pen.

With this?

Heh, I don't-- that's okay, I'll make a mark, heh.

Make an 'X.' Yes.

[fiddler continuing] [holding high-pitched note]

[glass shattering] What in the world

could have caused that?

[yawning] I don't know what's come over me all of a sudden.

I'm getting so sleepy.

One.

Two.

Señor, you look sleepy.

Why don't you go to sleep in the night?

Larry, the door, quick!

[door locking] Sorry, the bank's closed.

The state examiner's inside.

Larry, hurry up!

[doorknob shaking] Get out the back way, quick!

[doorknob rattling] What are you doin' there?

[gun firing] [gun firing]

[gun firing] [gun firing]

[gun firing] Get up.

The town marshal was a very good friend of mine, mister.

Just start hoping you didn't kill him.

If you did, you'll hang.

But I didn't shoot him, someone else did.

Then why did you run-- Thanks, Pops.

Hit bad, son?

Ah, just a scratch.

You're lucky.

That was the Cisco Kid you tangled with.

You stay here.

I'll see if it's clear on the street.

Come on.

Pull down the flap.

And the next thing you know, we was all taking a siesta.

It was the most peculiar thing that's ever happened

to me in all my life.

I was waiting to talk to Mr. Wharton, and all of a sudden

everything went black.

How much money did they get away with?

Close to 20,000.

And they take my 50 pesos!

I will break their necks into 16 pieces if I can only

find those bandidos.

Well, whoever they are, there's one thing certain.

They're the same bunch that robbed the banks at Crescent

City, Wagon Wheels and Rockford.

They used the same technique, put everybody in

the bank to sleep.

But how could they have done it, Mr. Wharton?

Well, it's obvious they did, but how?

If I could answer that, I'd know how to trap those crooks.

Well, I suppose I can't sell you any office

appliances today.

Goodbye, Mr. Wharton.

Hope you get your money back.

Thank you.

Goodbye Pancho, Cisco.

Goodbye, señorita.

How much do you know about this fiddling Sam the Peddler?

Sam?

Nothing, except that he's an itinerant peddler who

plays the fiddle very badly.

Why you ask that, Cisco?

He could be the one that hit me in the head.

He was the only one around.

You think he's one of those crooks?

That's what I'm going to find out.

Come on, Pancho.

We'll pick up his trail.

See you later, Mr. Wharton.

Cisco, why we always fiddling around?

Hey, Cisco.

There is Sam now, he is taking the old road to Wellington.

Pull up, old-timer.

Howdy, folks.

What can I do ya fer?

[chuckling] I mean, what I can do fer ya?

I need an extra canteen.

Have you got any?

Oh, lots of 'em, all shapes and sizes.

They're in the back.

Right around here.

Hey, here they are.

Say, that looks like blood.

Yeah, so it does.

Now, how did that blood ever get on my canvas?

Oh, well, it'll wash off.

Well, there they are.

You can take your pick.

This one'll do, how much?

One dollar, even.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Say, uh, do you mind if I look around inside?

I may see something I need.

Go ahead, help yourself.

Thank you.

Say, this is a nice weather you've got down here, don't you?

Yeah, and I hope it stays that way.

You don't like rain, eh?

Mm, I can't say I do.

I hate gettin' my feet wet.

You know, that's just like my Uncle Tito in Guadalajara.

He didn't like rain, because every time it rained, he got a

twitch in his eyeball, and when he get a twitch in his eyeball,

he couldn't eat tamales.

I don't know what's the matter with him, it don't-- do things--

I don't get it.

Heh, neither does Pancho.

For that you're like my Uncle Tito, he didn't

get nothing, too.

[laughing] No, he didn't.

Well, I didn't see anything I wanted.

Thanks, just the same.

Prudential, right?

It's a long ride to Center City, come on.

So long, old-timer.

So long, folks.

Adios.

So you're going to Center City, eh, Cisco?

Who do you think you're fooling?

[knocking] Come in.

You look worried, Pop.

What's the trouble?

I am worried, Jerry.

That Cisco Kid's gettin' in my hair.

What do you mean?

I'm afraid he suspects I'm the one who knocked him out

and laid him low.

He and that friend of his, Pancho, they come snoopin'

around the wagon while I was headin' here.

And?

Well, Cisco bought a canteen, then tried to make me believe

they was going to Center City.

He can't fool me.

I'm afraid they're gonna show up just at the wrong time for us.

And I suppose you want me to cancel that job

we had for tomorrow.

You know, that might be a smart thing to do, Jerry.

That Cisco Kid ain't one to fool around with.

Listen, Pop, I'm just as tough as he is and

a little bit smarter.

We're going through with that job.

But Jerry, now-- I hope he does show up.

It'll be the last time he pokes his nose in

anybody's business.

Now listen.

Tell Joe and Larry that...

Cisco.

That the señorita from the bank, looks like she's in trouble.

Look, she's leading him right into it.

[gun cocking] [gun firing]

I got him!

Hey, where'd he go?

Here's a gun.

He can't be very far away.

Let's split up and see if we can find him.

[gun cocking] Cisco!

Cisco!

Looks like they're both dead, Joe.

Get back to town while I make sure about Cisco.

What about Pancho?

Forget about him.

Without Cisco, he's harmless.

Okay.

Cisco, Cisco!

How can you leave your old friend?

What-- what's Pancho gonna do without you, Cisco, eh?

Cisco, you so good to everybody and help other people when they

are in trouble-- and this have to happen to him?

[crying] Why the tears, Pancho?

Hey-- hey, them ain't tears.

I got a cold on top of my head.

And Cisco, don't ever do this to me again.

My heart, it won't stand up in sight of it.

Hey, be quiet.

Hey, Cisco, that señorita-- Yes, I know, Pancho.

Now listen to me carefully.

I can't explain to you now, but you go and tell her

that I am dead.

Then come back here for me, and bring Diablo.

Bueno, I will do it.

Here's your gun, Cisco.

In case the señorita come back.

Fine. Be careful.

Oh, I'm so terribly sorry.

It must be an awful shock to you.

Si, señorita, is like everything else, what, uh--

I will get over it.

Goodbye, señorita.

Goodbye, Pancho.

You, you mean to tell me that the horses didn't run away?

No, Pancho.

She had control of them all the time.

I saw her pull them up after I tumbled in the brush.

Santo-- I don't understand.

Well, it's very simple.

She deliberately led me in a trap.

But why she want to do that?

Because, Pancho, she is one of the bank robbers.

Sam must have smelled a rat when we stopped him down the road.

That seem better once he gonna smell the end of my gun.

How're you feeling?

I feel all right.

A little stiff, but lucky to be alive.

Well, what you gonna do now?

We'll set a trap of our own.

Come on, let's go.

Well, hello, Mr. Tracy.

Why, how are you, Ms. Fisher?

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

Take a seat, please.

Oh, thank you.

I see you still have the introductory gift that I left

with you last time I was here.

Yes, I wouldn't part with it for the world.

It reminds me of you.

Oh, flatterer.

[laughing] Looking for an order, eh?

Well, that's my job.

I see.

Oh, I just remembered-- I wonder if you'd keep this

in the vault for me?

I'll be here a few days.

I'd be glad to.

Step over to the vault, please.

[playing "Turkey in the Straw"] [holding high-pitched note]

[glass shattering] [coughing]

You have a very bad cough, miss.

[gun firing] Hang onto her!

Take care of Sam, Pancho!

Get your hands up, Sam.

I can't when I'm lighting my pipe, Pancho.

Oh, I could make a run for it, Pancho, but what good

would it do?

I'd only get caught.

[gun firing] [rock thudding, gun firing]

[gun firing] [gun firing]

Get up, mister.

All you have is a flesh wound.

You can tell your trouble to the marshal.

Go on.

Just to satisfy my curiosity, Cisco, what went wrong

with the sleeping gas globe?

Pancho and I removed the gas, that's all.

Yeah, and when the banker told Cisco you give it to him

for a present, Cisco smelled a little mouse, which turned

out to be a big rat.

That was a very clever method you used to release the gas.

By using the high-frequency pitch of a violin string, the

vibration shattered the globe.

Heh heh, that was very clever, and Cisco and Pancho,

they got clever brains, too.

Come up and see me in prison sometime, laughing boy,

and I'll bake you a cake.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Hey, Cisco, why she want to bake a cake?

I don't like cakes.

You'd rather have tortillas, I suppose?

Yeah, with chili verde and a roast compoyo, eh?

And many dozen tacos, eh?

No, no more tacos, Cisco.

Why not, Pancho?

Because my little goat Antonia, she was full of tacos

and knocked the train off the track, and maybe I'm gonna

do the same thing.

Oh, Pancho!

Oh, Cisco!

[laughing] Goodbye, amigos!

See you soon!

[laughing]