All language subtitles for The.Cisco.Kid.S02E24.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Here's adventure.

Here's romance.

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

"The Cisco Kid."

(telegraph clicking)
"Have been unable to stop the

robbing of shipments
of quicksilver.

Do not have any clue to identify
of holdup men who seem to be

well informed, daring and
heavily armed.

Send all possible help as owner
stubbornly insists, must keep

shipments moving."

(gunfire)
Climb down.

You, you're the leader.

Joe, get in the wagon.

Mr. Moore, do you really
think that'll bring out really

what the driver wrote in this
piece of shirt?

I was a chemist long before
I discovered the Elk Horn Mine,

Larry.

I'm sorry, sir, I--
I really didn't mean it that

way, I was just trying to--
Oh, that's all right, my boy.

When I get through this
analysis, I'll know not only who

murdered my driver, but who's
been stealing my shipments of

quicksilver.

I hope so.

We've already lost $50,000
worth.

And you're gonna lose me if
you don't take me to lunch like

you promised.

Come on, I'm hungry.

Young lady, I know now that
feeding you after we're married

is gonna be an expensive
proposition.

If I was 40 years younger,
I'd sure give you

a -- for Jennifer
I bet you would at that, sir.

I'll be at the mine later,
if you want me.

All right.

(coughing)
Why should we of all people

have killed Sam?

Why, he's like a godfather
to me.

Sent me through school.

Made me manager of his mine.

Treated me like a son.

And I was more like a
daughter to him than a

secretary.

Why, it's stupid to even think
we could've done such a thing.

I don't believe it either,
Jennifer.

But that's for the judge and the
court to decide, not me.

I'm just the marshal, doing what
I've been told to do by the

public prosecutor.

Persecutor, not prosecutor.

All Joe Wallace is interested in
is getting a conviction to

further himself politically.

Well, the evidence is pretty
strong.

Besides, Sam, you two are the
only ones here about that know

anything about chemicals.

That doesn't prove a thing.

Then how come that that
nitric acid was found in

Jennifer's perfume bottle in her
home.

And a duplicate key of Sam's
safe was hidden in your room.

Because the real killer
planned it that way, that's how.

Well, I wouldn't worry too
much about it.

It'll all come out in the wash.

Hey.

You keep on driving and your
mouth shut and you will keep all

your teeth.

Dog gone, if I don't believe
those two horses belong to the

Cisco Kid and Pancho.

You're right, marshal.

Hello, marshal.

Hold it.

Larry, take his gun.

What's the meaning of this,
Cisco?

It's very simple, marshal.

Pancho and I are good friend of
Larry and Jennifer and we don't

think they're guilty.

We heard that you're taking them
into jail at Rockport, and we

decided to drop in on you.

You know you're interfering
with the law.

Marshal, I'm not interfering
with anything.

All I want to do is ask them
a few questions.

Hey, Pancho?

What is it, Cisco?

Tell the driver to pull up
and open the door.

Bueno.

And mixture of nitric acid
produced a deadly gas.

When I got back from lunch
he was dead.

And the very next day, they
arrested us and put us in jail.

And you said a piece of the
bloodstained shirt was missing.

Do either one of you know what
became of it?

No.

But I have a pretty good idea
who it was that killed Sam

and framed us, Wharton Stone,
the local banker.

What makes you think that?

Because he's the only one who
stands to benefit from Sam's

death.

Under the will left by Sam,
Stone was named executor

with complete authority to
administer the estate

as he sees fit.

Now if that isn't motive enough
for murder, I'll eat my hat.

You may have something there,
Larry.

Marshal, I'd like to have
a few words with you.

Certainly.

Look, marshal, Larry and
Jennifer didn't kill Sam.

I don't believe so either but
what makes you so dang sure?

Well, take a look at this.

This will was drawn about six
months ago by Sam leaving his

entire estate to Larry
and Jennifer.

So that's why they did away
with him.

You're wrong.

They know nothing of this will.

Sam gave it to me to keep
because he didn't want them to

find out until after
he passed on.

Now look, marshal, give me 48
hours and I'll bring

in the real killer.

If I don't, I'll turn the
kids back to you.

How will explain
where they are?

You don't have to.

You just ride into town late
in the afternoon where

you came from Rockport.

I know that your driver will not
talk if you tell him not to.

Cisco, this may get me into
a lot of trouble, but...

knowing your reputation,
it's a deal.

Thanks, marshal,
you'll never regret it.

Now I think I'll head for town
and have a little talk with that

banker, Stone.

Here's your gun.

And furthermore, Cisco,
I don't think they're

guilty either.

I'm glad to hear you say
that, Mr. Stone, because

I'm gonna do everything in my
power to prove them innocent.

Well, if I can help
in any way, please call on me.

There is one thing you can do
for me.

I'd like to leave this somewhere
where I know it'll be safe.

It's Sam's will.

His will?

Yes.

He left everything to Larry
and Jennifer.

Hmm, that's not so good.

Does anybody else
know about this?

No, no one else.

Then you mustn't breathe
a word of it.

Why?

Why? Can't you see?

Because this establishes
a motive for the murder.

But they don't know anything
about it.

You know that, I believe it.

But will a jury believe it?

I'll put it away
in my private safe.

Sorry I barged in like this,
Mr. Stone.

I didn't know you were busy.

Come in, Joe.

Joe, I want you to meet
The Cisco Kid.

Well, this is an unexpected
pleasure.

Thank you.

Cisco, this is Joe Wallace,
public prosecutor.

Joe, Cisco is here to prove that
you're wrong about Jennifer

and Larry.

Those kids think I'm
persecuting them.

But in the face of the evidence,
there's nothing more I can do.

Oh, that's quite
understandable.

Do you have something special
in mind, Cisco?

I mean, about how you're going
to proceed?

No, nothing very definite.

I suppose you made quite
a thorough check

of the laboratory.

Quite thoroughly.

Well, you don't mind if
I take a good look around there,

Mr. Wallace, do you?

Not at all.

Thank you.

I'll keep in touch with you,
Mr. Stone.

Well, good luck, Cisco.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Mr. Wallace.

Goodbye.

What you looking for, Cisco?

A clue, Pancho.

Something the killer may
have dropped.

Nothing here but some empty
bottles and some water,

little trinklers--
(Pancho laughing)

It's quarter after 11:15.

Pancho think you are crazy,
Mr. Clock.

Oh, I see, insides, they get
tired and stop, eh?

But Pancho will wind you up.

(clock ticking)
Cisco, listen to this clock

and tell Pancho hear
tick-tick-tickling.

No, Pancho, it stopped.

That is what I think with my
ears, they are hearing

tick-tick-tickling.

Don't you hear?

(loud ticking)
(explosion)

Are you hurt badly, Pancho?!

Oh, Cisco, somebody kick me
in the pancake.

Oh, I know, that tick-tick-tick
tried to blow us inside up.

Yes, Pancho.

Now listen carefully.

Tell banker Stone I'm dead,
killed by this explosion.

Cisco, how can you tell
a big lie when it ain't true?

Because if he's the real
killer, which I think he is,

he will destroy that will that
Sam gave me to keep.

How he get that will?

I gave it to him
for safekeeping.

Cisco, how can you do
such a thing?

If they tear up that will and
they lose it, Larry and the

señorita won't get nothing.

Don't get too excited,
Pancho.

I didn't give them
the real will.

I gave them a copy.

Come on, we have a lot of work
to do.

They give us the works.

And don't forget, Tom, I want
those figures in the morning.

They'll be ready.

Fine.

Watch the door--, Pancho.

Cisco, hurry up.

I'll have it open
in a second.

Hey, Cisco, hurry up.

The marshal is coming with the
deputies and some

of those bank people.

Out the window Pancho.

Cisco, we are trapped like
a monkey without--

Not yet, Pancho.

Come this way.

Get in that corner, Pancho.

Marshal!

(gunshot)
Marshal, marshal!

They just ran out the back door!

(gunshots)
Come on, let's get our horses

and get after them.

Hide behind the rocks,
Pancho, I'll see you later.

Diablo! Diablo! Come here!

Come, Diablo!

Good boy.

Doggone, that Cisco, anyway.

What'll I get my hands on him.

Come on.

Cisco, you know, you was
right about the banker.

No, Pancho, I was wrong.

The will was still in the safe.

Then he didn't kill Sam and
he wasn't the man who tried to

blow us upside down?

No, he wasn't.

Huh, how do you like that,
Cisco, we almost get killed by

the sheriff for nothing, huh?

Well, if the banker didn't kill
him, who do'd it?

It must be the man who is
responsible for the killing of

the quicksilver shipments,
Pancho.

He's probably the one that
killed Sam to keep him from

analyzing that bloodstained
shirt.

Well, you could be right, but
how you gonna catch him?

I have an idea that may work.

Come on, let's be on our way.

There's a shipment of
quicksilver on the way.

I'm no taking any more chances
of someone recognizing me.

(gunshots)
(gunfire continues)

Get down.

Drop your gun.

The next one is gonna be between
your eyes, drop the gun!

Keep your hands up or Pancho
will do what Cisco will do.

Look after them, boys.

(gunshot)
What happened, Cisco?

I got hit, Pancho.

Hit?

Yes, I got hit with a rock.

Did you get a good look
at his face?

No, but he's the man
we're after.

All right, Pancho, please get me
Diablo, eh?

Bueno.

Cisco, I thought
you were dead.

Oh, so banker Stone told, eh?

Yes.

You know Cisco and me,
sometime, we play this little

game of make believe.

Maybe you play sometime
yourself, eh, señor?

I'm afraid
I've outgrown that.

I don't think so,
Mr. Wallace.

What do you mean by that?

Cisco and me will find out
how killed our good friend Sam.

You're the one.

Me?

(laughing)
You're joking, Cisco.

Joking, my feet.

You are a no-good loco, señor.

You steal the quicksilver from
the mine, and then you try to

hang the frame around the neck
of Señor Larry and Señorita.

(chuckling)
Why, that's the silliest

accusation I've ever heard.

You have proof, of course?

Of course.

Give me your watch and chain.

What?

Don't argue with me.

Give me your watch and chain.

All right.

This little charm came from
your watch chain, Mr. Wallace.

And it will help hang you.

Really?

Yes, really.

It came off when I bulldogged
you off your horse.

Oh, that's very interesting
considering I can't ride.

Nevertheless, you're quite sure
it belongs to me.

Quite.

You notice these initial, A-B-A?

They stand for the American Bar
Association.

There isn't another lawyer for
miles around here.

But I'm not the only one in
the country.

It could belong to some other
attorney.

As a public prosecutor here,
Cisco, let me say that you need

more proof than this to obtain
a conviction.

Well, we got those proof.

Show it to him, marshal.

Cisco had an idea
and he was right.

We found this mask and book
in your room.

The book deals in chemistry.

Besides, your men did some
tall talking.

Maybe if you like, we will
get you some more proof.

That won't be necessary.

You've got me, all right.

Mind if I get my hat?

Just a minute.

Go ahead.

The circuit judge will be
here in a few days.

Here you are, marshal,
take him away.

All right.

(chuckling)
That's little baby, huh?

Yes, but deadly.

There you are, Cisco.

And may I be the first to
congratulate you upon your

good fortune.

Thank you, Mr. Stone.

And will you forgive us
for suspecting you?

(door opening)
Look, Cisco, what I find in

the aluminum mine what's got
dynamite is in it.

That's nitroglycerin.

Pancho, be careful, it's liable
to go off.

Go off, it can't go off.

It don't got no legs.

Cisco, run!

Hey, Pancho, be a good boy.

Now let's lay down here.

Cisco, that's nothing but
water in there.

(laughing)
Oh, Pancho, what do you mean

frightening Jennifer and Larry
out of their wits?

You know, Cisco, six times
I come here and tell you

it's time we went.

And six times you pay me no
never mind.

You're always talking with
somebody and now you got nobody

to talk to.

Let's went, huh?

Oh, Pancho.

Oh, Cisco.

(laughing)
Goodbye, amigos!

See you soon!