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narrator: Here's adventure!

Here's romance!

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

"The Cisco Kid"!

(laughs) Hey, dude.

Please, Mr. Tuttle, my name is Emerson.

Mr. Vincent C. Emerson.

Oh, that's okay, just call me Happy.

(laughs) Hey, dude, I'll bet you're

itchin' to plug your first Injun or maybe a bandit, eh?

Most certainly not.

And I don't believe your tall tales.

Oh, you don't, eh?

Well, take a look at that ridge on, and you'll start eatin' them

words.

Them are real hold-up men.

Do something, do something.

Get outta here, get going!

Whip the horses!

Get outta here!

Oh, we ain't got nothin' they want, dude.

Let 'em come on down here.

(laughs) Are you fellas in for

a surprise.

Keep your mouth shut and climb down.

All right, shorty, climb out.

Grab them boxes, Joe.

Why, nothin' but fence wire.

What?

This looks more like it, boys.

Well, that's a piece of junk.

Nothing but a bunch of junk.

Oh, please, please, please don't.

It's very, very valuable and very delicate.

Well, what's it good for?

It's a telephone.

What?

A telephone.

Well, what's a telephone?

You couldn't possibly know.

This is Mr. Alexander Graham Bell's great invention,

the telephone.

There's another one just like it in the stagecoach, and it's

possible to talk between them.

What are you talking about?

If you'll promise not to destroy it, I'll demonstrate

for you.

All right, go ahead.

Will you please take that over there?

(Tuttle laughing) What a letdown for you fellas.

I'll bet you figured on guns or gold.

(laughs) Shut up, you laughin' hyena,

or I'll fill you full of holes.

Emerson on phone: Hello?

Hello?

Can you hear me?

You see, the telephone works.

Now, may I continue on my way to San Francisco?

Hey, how far will this thing...

Hey, how far will this thing work?

Oh, ten miles, 15.

The blame thing really talks.

(laughs) I told you to shut up!

Why, why, you killed him.

Yeah, and I'll do the same for you if you give me any

trouble.

Can't you hurry it up?

We gotta get to the shack by dark.

If the telephone is going to work, I have to install

the wires properly.

Never mind the talk.

Just hurry it up.

(horses approaching) Hey, Griff, come here.

I wonder who them two men are.

Pancho, I'm disappointed in you.

Why, Cisco?

This is a nice little dog.

Pancho, we are going to take Lolito to the nearest stagecoach

line and return him back to his owner.

Oh, Cisco, you want to little the little dog's life?

If he had his own way, he would like to stay with Pancho.

Good-bye, little fellow.

I must go help Cisco.

(Lolito barking) You killed him, you fool.

Well, what about it?

Well, how we gonna work that telephone?

Don't worry about it.

I know how to work it.

Right now we better get outta here.

He's dead, Cisco?

Yes, Pancho.

Two bullet holes in his back.

Let's tell the sheriff.

(Lolito barking) (barking continues)

Hey.

Look, Cisco.

(barks) Look who's coming, Cisco?

(laughs) Cisco's right, Lolito, and now

you'll go back to your nice, warm home, eh?

If you hang around with me, maybe no get nothing to eat or

no bed to sleep in.

You wouldn't like that, would you?

Pancho.

Is the dog ready to go?

I guess so.

What's got to be, is.

It's all right, Pancho.

Lolito will be better off.

Oh, could you identify the body?

Never laid eyes on him.

If he'd ridden my stage line, I'd recognize him because of

the fancy clothes.

My apologies, miss.

Please, a man has been murdered, and the sheriff would like to

have everyone in town try to identify the body.

Very well.

Sorry, I've never seen him.

What's your interest?

I'm always interested when a man is shot in the back, miss.

My "Xantig Gazette," please.

Oh, your magazine, of course.

May I find your place?

No, thank you.

We'll have to wait a few minutes.

The stage is ready to pull out, Miss Scott.

Oh, well, let me have a dollar.

I'm sorry, I don't have any change on me.

May I borrow a dollar?

Of course.

But how far will the stagecoach take you for this?

Oh, I'm not leaving.

Heads.

I'm shipping the real gold out today.

All right, Joe.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Would you mind explaining the tossing of the coin?

Well, finding the gold is the miner's problem, but

shipping it out is ours.

We've lost too many loads on account of the hold-up men

lately.

So I hit on this idea-- my crates are always on

the stage-- sometimes with real gold and sometimes with just

dirt.

And nobody knows which is which, eh?

Not until I flip the coin, and then it's too late to

organize a hold-up.

Of course, if someone rolled out of town after I fill my orders,

I'd be mighty suspicious.

You're a very smart young lady.

But I promise you I will not leave town until the stagecoach

is miles and miles away.

(chuckles) Hey, if you need more room,

my little doggy can go on the next trip.

Pancho.

Oh, Cisco.

(laughs) All right, take it away.

man: Yo!

man on phone: Griff?

Griff?

Griff.

Griff, can you hear me?

Sure, I can hear ya, Maddock.

I told ya this thing would work.

Listen, Griff, the gold dust just left here.

Good.

But this isn't so good.

The Cisco Kid's in town, and he's curious about a man with

two bullet holes in his back.

So what?

If he gets in the way, we'll handle him.

I'll talk to you later.

Come on, boys, we got a job to do.

You know, Cisco, I can't take my mind off of that little dog.

Let's do something, anything.

Let's go find those killers.

How can we?

We have nothing to go on.

We don't even know who the dead man was.

(Lolito barking) Look, Cisco.

Hey, Lolito, pobrecito.

Where you come from, eh?

Something must've happened to the stagecoach, Pancho.

Come on!

Come on, puppy, you gonna ride with me.

Too bad Lolito can't talk.

He could describe the hold-up men.

We saw you leave town and followed.

When the little dog came back, we were afraid something

happened to the stagecoach.

Yes, Sheriff, I was worried, too.

I saw the dog.

The dog may have been a signal the gold was aboard.

The other fella wanted to take him off.

You said no after you knew about the gold.

You keep my little doggie, Lolito, out of this.

You fellas better come back to town with us and explain

a few things.

Sorry, you lost your sidekick, Rusty.

I lost my best rider.

These hold-ups have gotta be stopped, and I propose to do

something about it.

What, Maddock?

Look.

How do you know it was them?

Sheriff says we ain't got proof.

We never had any trouble till they hit town.

That's proof enough for me.

I'm gonna square a hand to just if I have to do it alone.

I'm with you, Maddock.

Hello, Mr. Maddock.

Howdy.

Get their guns, Rusty.

What's the idea?

We'll show you what the idea is.

We're gonna stop these stagecoach hold-ups around here.

You don't think that we-- We don't think, we know.

All right, get 'em off, boys.

Hold it.

You run the town, Maddock, but I run the law.

We got no proof these fellas are guilty.

Well, I won't be responsible for a lynching around here,

Sheriff.

All right, then, we'll get 'em out of town.

How about our guns, Sheriff?

I'll take care of them.

Now, go on, get going.

Git and don't come back.

Griff, Griff.

Yeah, Maddock.

What's on the road today?

Cisco and Pancho, ride out and get them.

We'll talk at our regular time.

Right.

Pancho, I'm going to stay here where I can watch the town.

When the stagecoach pulls out, there must be a signal-- a flash

or a light or something that can be seen from the hills.

You see, Lolito, Cisco always got a good ideas, huh?

You better ride to the other hill and watch the road.

Maybe you can see something from that end.

All right, Lolito, you and Pancho will go watch, eh?

Come on, little puppy, I find you a home, eh?

You know, Lolito, this is a nice place to sit around while Pancho

watch the road.

(sighs) You know, it is nice to be all

alone by yourself with nobody around, except my, my little

dog, Pipo, eh?

Griff.

Griff?

Griff?

Griff?

Griff, griff?

What's the matter?

Why didn't you say, "Ruff, ruff," like always?

Griff.

Griff.

You got a cold?

Let me look at your tongue.

Hello.

Hello!

Hello, hello?

I didn't know you could talk.

Now, listen carefully.

I'm listening.

The Cisco Kid is in the glen on the outskirts of town.

I know.

How did you know?

What do you mean how I know?

I not dumb.

What are you talking about?

The same thing you are talking about.

Pancho and Lolito talk about the same thing.

Pancho.

Come on, Lolito, let's go find Cisco.

Until he hear you himself, he won't believe you can talk.

There's no sign of him at the shack, Maddock.

He's probably joined his partner.

Now, remember you're a posse, been on the trail of Cisco and

Pancho for months.

You gotta get the town riled up so they'll shoot on sight before

those hombres get a chance to talk.

All right.

Please, Lolito, go ahead and talk.

Just say hello, that's all.

Just a little hello.

What's the matter, Cisco?

Nothing.

Hey, Pancho, did you go out in the sun without a sombrero?

Oh, Cisco, you think I'm crazy?

No, Pancho, but dogs can't talk.

But Lolito can.

Lolito, you stubborn like a little mule, that's all.

Hey, come on, whisper to Pancho.

Come on, eh?

I ask you like a little brothers-- why don't you talk

to me?

Hey, Pancho, I just saw Maddock surrounded by some new

faces.

Go back to the hills and watch the road.

Hello, Miss Scott.

You know that those men just left here with Mr. Maddock?

No, but I admit a certain curiosity.

Deputies.

They've been on your trail for months.

Right now I'm more interested in your magazine.

My magazine?

Yes, the one about, uh-- Oh, there it is.

I've seen this article before, but then it meant nothing to me.

It's about the new machine, the telephone and a man named

Bell, who was the inventor.

Please, Miss Scott, never shoot a man who has an unsatisfied

curiosity.

I am sure that thing, this telephone has been used to tip

off the hold-up men when the gold dust was being shipped out.

Telephone?

What do you mean?

Well, I found a bell like this branded on the side of

a crate that had been destroyed.

Now I understand about the murder and also about

the robberies.

You expect me to believe that a bell on a piece of wood is the

proof for robbery and murder?

Oh, but I have more.

My good friend, Pancho, he has a talking dog.

A what?

He thinks the dog talks.

It happened in a shack, which must be one end of the

telephone.

Now, if you don't shoot me, I'm going to try and find the other

end and talk.

Oh, and thank you very much for not killing me.

(Lolito whimpering) Never mind, don't come

snoopsing around.

Because of you, Cisco means all mixed up in a mother.

Stagecoach hold-ups, too.

And because of you, Cisco think I'm crazy.

Now, go on.

Go over and lay down someplace.

Go on, leave me alone.

Never mind wagging your tail.

It makes too much draft.

Hey!

Get the boys and cover the front.

(gunshots) (gunshot)

Got Cisco trapped in the express office.

Somebody's shooting at us.

(gunshots) (gunshots continue)

Oh, Pancho, Cisco is right.

I'm going loco.

(barks) You keep out of this.

Pancho!

Pancho!

Oh, so you're gonna start that again, eh?

Listen to me.

Now, you listen to me.

Cisco's a smart man, and he say dogs can't talk.

But Pancho.

What you want to do, make a fool out of Cisco?

Of the two, you're the smarter one, Pancho.

(gunshot) Cisco got himself in trouble

again.

You're the only one that can save him.

But how can I do this?

Ride fast to the back of the town and attract attention

by firing.

But why?

Because I'm trapped in the express office.

Oh, there you go, you loco dog.

How you can be trapped in the express office when you're

sitting right here talking to me?

I mean Cisco is trapped.

Now, hurry up and do what I say.

Now you do sound like Cisco.

Come on.

(gunshot) Come on.

Come on, let's go.

(all chattering) Here, give me a hand.

Where'd he go?

Skylight.

You watch the back.

I'll stay here.

Must be something wrong here.

Town's deserted.

Drop your guns.

You look better without them.

Cisco: Oh, Sheriff.

What goes on here?

Drop that gun, Cisco.

I thought I told you to get out of town.

I know you did, Sheriff, but we couldn't let Miss Scott go on

being robbed.

What do you mean?

Mr. Maddock here will explain how useful a telephone can be in

planning robberies.

Go on and talk, or must I help you?

No, I'll talk.

Cisco, here's some more hombres who wanna do a little

talking.

Come on, I've had my eyes on you for a long time.

I'm sorry, Cisco.

I was wrong about you.

That's all right, amigo.

Thank you, boys, for what you did for me.

Hey, pobrecito!

(laughs) You see, Cisco, you were wrong.

Lolito talks as good as you and me.

Now, go on, show Cisco how you can talk.

Talk, talk, huh?

(barks) You see, that means "I love

you mucho, Pancho."

Oh, Pancho!

Oh, Cisco!

(all laughing) Good-bye, amigos!

See you soon!

(laughs)