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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!

(man singing) Hey, Cisco?

Yes, Pancho?

Cisco, what day it is today?

Tuesday.

Tuesday?

Yes, all day.

Cisco, you sure it ain't Sunday?

Pancho, it's Tuesday, believe me.

Well, Cisco, how it is that I hear them singing, just like

they sing in Sunday schools?

(man singing) It's Reverend Whitacre,

the sagebrush Evangelist.

Don't you remember him?

No.

(gunfire) Hey, the team is running

away.

Thank you, sir.

Well, bless my soul.

Cisco!

Whoa.

And Pancho!

What a pleasant surprise.

It's been years.

Good to see you, Reverend.

I'm glad to see you again, Senor Parsnips, I didn't see you

for long distance.

Those three men scared your horses on purpose, didn't they?

Yes, they did.

You know who they were?

No, but they resented our spreading the Lord's word.

So they escorted us out of town.

But, Danny and I are used to that.

You boys remember my son, Danny?

Danny!

Is this Danny?

Danny, I didn't see you since you was waist-high to a

grasshopper's.

How are you, son?

Fine, thank you.

You boys wouldn't have any idea how far it is to

Bitter Wells?

Oh, that's about a mile and a half down the road.

Are you thinking of setting up a revival there?

Where the Lord calls, I go.

If Bitter Wells needs me, there I'll stay.

Otherwise, it's just another stop along the way.

Come along, son, we'd better be moving.

The Lord's time was not made to be wasted.

So long, boys, we'll be seeing you later, and God bless you.

Bye, Reverend.

Adios.

Fine man, this Reverend Whitacre.

Yeah, Cisco, he's fine man, but that little boy Danny, he

look like he got the melancholics.

He don't look so happy like he used to.

I know.

But Pancho, it's a pretty hard thing for a boy to grow up

alone.

From the looks of him, I bet he's never played a game

in his life.

You know, their going to Bitter Wells bothers me.

Yeah, Cisco, that town ain't no good for nothing.

Excuse me, friend, I'm looking for a man called

Luke Gray.

Luke's place is across the street.

Thanks, brother.

If you're aiming to make a convert out of him, you better

guess again.

Luke ain't very partial to preachers.

I know.

You stay here, son.

I'll be right back.

Yes, sir.

Sam, it ain't my fault men spend all their money, and then

can't meet their obligations.

Now, either you pay up by noon tomorrow, or I'm foreclosing.

Sounds hard, I know, but that's the way it has to be.

Now, what can I do for you, sir?

Hello, Luke.

What are you doing here?

Just passing through.

It's good to see you again.

(men laughing) Hey, what's going on, Slade,

who's the dude?

Matt, I want you to meet the new baby face parson.

Come to give us a good word.

Only, I don't think he can remember the word.

(laughing) Yeah, well maybe you're not

using the right kind of persuasion.

Come on, baby face.

Climb down off of there and preach us a sermon.

Please, can't you leave me alone?

I said climb down off of there.

Look, I'm not doing anything to you, leave me alone.

Are you coming down, or do I have to pull you down?

Slade, give me your whip.

Now, for the last time.

Oh, no, please don't.

(men laughing) What do you mean barging in

on me like this?

It's only a visit, Luke.

I thought after all these years, you'd be glad to see me.

Glad to see you?

I don't like you, and I don't like anything you stand for.

It seems that everything I've heard about you, Luke, is true.

You've become a cruel, bitter man, with a burden of great sin

resting on your shoulders.

Don't start preaching.

Why do you think I run away from home and changed my name years

ago?

To get away from that Psalm-singing father of ours.

Heaven forgive you, brother, for saying a thing like that.

And don't call me brother.

How much would it take to get out of town and stay out?

Do you honestly think that you can bribe me?

Why, every man has his price, even you-- now how much?

Your soul, Luke.

Maybe that's my price.

Oh, stop this confounded preaching.

You have your way of life, and I have mine.

We'll never see eye to eye.

I worked hard, and I fought hard to get where I am.

I plan to build an empire for my son Matt, and nothing is gonna

stand in my way.

Like I said, Luke, I'm only passing through.

But, after listening to you, I'm convinced that you need my

help real bad.

I'm staying on.

You're what?

Your town could use a little spiritual guidance, too, from

what I gathered.

A church might be just the thing they need.

Now listen, Cal, brother or no brother, I'm warning you.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll keep our little secret.

I wouldn't dream of embarrassing you by telling them that

I'm your brother.

(gunshot) (laughing)

Now, you're gonna sing nice and pretty-like, or do I have to

raise my sights a little?

I can't.

(gunshot) I said sing!

* Mine eyes have seen * The glory of the coming of--

Louder!

* Mine eyes have seen * The glory of the coming

* Of the Lord Luke Gray, I demand, you stop

this disgraceful business at once.

(Danny singing) (men laughing)

Danny, stop that.

Guns in the hands of children.

Danny, get back on the wagon where you belong.

Gomorrah, creatures of Gomorrah.

You seem to be in pretty good voice yourself, parson.

How 'bout you entertaining us for a while?

Looks pretty plain to me, parson, the folks here about

don't want you.

So, my advice to you is to get out of town, stay out.

Now parson, so you won't forget us poor sinners back here

in Bitter Wells, how 'bout another song?

(gunshot) I said sing.

(gunshot) (gunfire)

(laughing) I thought maybe I'd like to hear

you singing, but I've changed my mind.

Maybe I'd like it better if you were dancing.

Hey, Pancho.

(gunshot) (laughing)

He dance the fandango pretty good, but he don't kick his

foots high enough, huh?

Why, you...

Well, Reverend, we're ready to move on, if you are.

No.

My son and I are going to stay here.

You mean, you're gonna stay here after all what has

happened?

This is where I'm going to build my church.

In that case, Reverend, I have a little announcement to

make to all these friendly people.

Who are you, anyway?

You don't know who it is, the Cisco Kid?

Cisco Kid?

That explains it.

There's something else that needs explaining.

Reverend Whitacre has decided that he likes Bitter Wells,

and he's going to repay your favors by giving you a new

church.

My good friend Pancho and I are going to stay and help him.

Yeah, and if you got any objectionable, senor, we're

gonna stay here just the same.

It don't make no difference.

Do as you please.

Are you gonna stand there and take that, dad?

Well, I'm not taking orders from any pantywaist Psalm-singers.

Excuse me, Cisco, I think it's my turn.

Never mind, Pancho.

Reverend, speaking for the women hereabouts, I want to

officially welcome you and your friends to Bitter Wells.

Thank you, ma'am.

This town's needed a good house cleaning for a long time.

And I, for one, think the word of God is just the broom to

sweep it out with.

Bless you, sister.

I got an old barn, back of my place.

With a little elbow grease, we can clean it up fine.

And you can have your sermons there, pastor, whether some

people like it or not.

Give me your gun.

Slade.

Run him along till I'm ready for him.

Then we'll show him who has the say in this town.

Appears to me, you're letting these pew-sitters have things

pretty much the old way, Luke.

Not for long, Slade.

It better not be.

Half the town's swung over to help build this crazy church.

They haven't blown enough money gambling with us lately

to fill a tin cup.

Oh, they'll come back.

I had 'em where I wanted before, and I'll do it again.

Takes a little time.

Well, if I had my way, I'd burn that thing down to the

ground right now.

You want to have your gun shot out of your hand again,

Matt?

Cisco Kid's not hanging around here for nothing, you know.

Have a little patience.

You'll get your turn.

Ah.

Look, look at that cross.

Isn't that beautiful?

Oh.

Uh, Danny?

Danny, would you get me some water for the coffee, please?

Certainly, Mrs. Todd.

All right, Pancho, you go on up there and nail the cross

where the gables meet.

Up there, before dinner on an empty stomach?

No, no, I don't do that, Cisco.

Well, go on in and eat.

There's plenty for everybody.

Eat, oh!

Can't work on an empty stomach.

(overlapping chatter) Oh, wait a minute, Pancho.

Take it easy.

You can't work on a full stomach, either.

I ain't gonna work with my stomach, I'm gonna work with my

hands, Cisco.

(laughing) My, my, you've worked

wonders.

Bitter Wells is a different place already.

I hope so, Mrs. Todd.

I hope so.

That was sweet of you, Danny.

Oh, it's quite all right, Mrs. Todd.

Well, look at baby face.

Not good enough to do the men's work, so they put him with the

women.

You just let this boy alone, Matt Gray.

He's only helping me 'cause I asked him to.

I still say it's sissy's work, huh, baby face?

Cisco, you know, I feel sorry for this little Danny boy.

He's too 'tim-rid', you know?

He don't got no gumptions.

I feel sorry for him too, Pancho.

Maybe it's time we taught our Danny how to defend himself.

You mean, to fight for himself with his fists?

Yes.

I have a feeling he's gonna need it before long.

Good.

This Danny boy's a pretty good rider, no?

You like to ride, Danny?

Oh, sure I do.

I really wanted to be a cowboy, but, well, you know?

Pretty hard to be a cowboy sometimes, Danny.

If you don't know how to take care of yourself.

You're scared of this Matt Gray, aren't you?

I-- I don't know, Cisco.

You see, dad always said that fighting was sinful, but...

Well, your father is right.

Fighting is sinful.

Yes, do you know this world is full of sinners, and they're

ready to knock your block off, if you let them, hey, Cisco?

That's right, Pancho.

Like Matt Gray.

Everybody has to know how to protect himself, particularly if

somebody wants to play the bully.

Yeah, we gonna teach you how to defend yourself, too.

You mean, you're gonna teach me how to fight?

Yeah, just like a tiger-cat.

All right, Danny, put up your dukes.

Dukes?

Yeah, it's your fists, put them up like this, see?

Now, you try to hit me.

See, I blocked you.

Now, I'm gonna try to hit you.

See if you can block me.

Good, that's a good boy!

Pancho, he's doing fine.

You bueno, muchacho.

All right, now the next time you see this Matt what's-his-name

fella, you can show him who's what, eh?

What you looking at, Cisco?

Looks like Slade.

It is.

Hey, he's setting fire to the barn.

Never mind, son.

You put the fire out, I'll take care of him.

What are you looking for, Slade, a fire?

What fire?

You know what fire.

So you haven't got a gun, huh?

I think I'll teach you a little lesson.

(whip cracking) You can redeem this at

Reverend Whitacre's.

Cisco, I don't understand.

This Slade, why you let him go?

Why didn't you give him a good whipping?

Pancho, there is little fish and big fish.

We're after the big fish.

Yeah, but what we doing here, Cisco?

Fishing.

How long we gonna let this go on, Luke?

I understand they've got that barn all fixed up, and they plan

to hold services Sunday.

That preacher's making monkeys out of us, dad.

You gonna let 'em keep it up?

You think I'm a fool, Matt?

We've got to get this town back to normal, or we'll be put out

of business.

Spread the word that it'll be unhealthy to go to church

Sunday.

That'll do it, I guarantee there won't be anybody there.

Well, some of the brave ones will be there.

So, we better go, too.

(ringing bell) Thanks for your work, Larry.

Luke's intimidated everybody in town.

They want to come, but they're scared to.

Maybe you want Cisco and me to scare them back.

Pancho, I'm sure the Reverend would prefer that the people

attend of their own free will.

Right, Cisco.

The words of the Lord will be heard in the end.

Then maybe we should help in the beginning, eh?

(laughing) Coming to church, Matt?

Maybe, if you can convince me.

No, I-- I don't think I can.

Why don't you try?

"If thy enemy be hungry, give him to eat.

If he thirsts, give him water to drink."

No, not that way.

(coughing) You know something?

You didn't convince me.

(church music playing) Danny.

Pancho, looks like my boxing lessons didn't help.

No, it's better you give this Matt boxing lessons with a

hairbrush.

That wouldn't do any good.

(church music playing) Pancho, you go inside of the

church and see that everything's all right.

I'll watch out here.

Bueno.

Here he comes now.

(horse nickering) You know what to do?

Sure, we sit in the back, and when the parson says we'll pass

the collection plate, we go to work.

That's right.

To each and every one of you, I want to express my heartfelt

appreciation for the work and effort that you have put

forth...

...to make these services possible this morning.

Take your hats off.

To each and every one of you, as well as to all the citizens

of Bitter Wells.

(organ begins playing) Hey Pancho, go get your rope

and your horse, and come back here.

But, who's gonna watch those other fellas and Luke in there?

Never mind, I'll watch them.

Hurry up.

And now, I will read the 23rd Psalm.

Hey Pancho, here is what I want you to do.

Take the rope and...

"Thou preparest a table for me before the eyes of my foe.

Thou anointest my head with oil.

My cup brims over.

Goodness and kindness will follow me all the days

of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord

days without end."

We will now pass the collection plate.

(organ begins playing) And any offering on your part

will be gratefully received.

Well, gentlemen, we'll continue the services out here.

Pancho, pass the collection plate.

All right, come on, gimme, gimme.

Oh, a brick, huh?

The church is all finished, we don't need your brick.

Let's see-- oh.

You want more bricks I think then, and we don't need no rocks

in the church, huh?

More bricks, huh?

Now, we'll take a good collection from the party.

Yeah, dinero, money, money.

Come, come, quick, quick.

Money, money, money, money.

Hand it, quick.

Come, come, come, come, come.

Don't hold back, no-- There, come.

Money for the churches.

More money, bless.

Mas, mas, here, money.

(men fighting) Here, you take hold of this

end, you take hold of this end.

Now, hold it high, and parade up and down the streets,

and sing loud.

Go on.

* Glory, glory Hallelujah * Glory, glory Hallelujah

Louder!

* Glory, glory... * Seen the glory of the coming

* Of the Lord * He hath trampled out

* The vintage where the Grapes * Of Wrath are stored...

(singing continues) Are you leaving, Mr. Gray?

I should say not.

This church has done something my son and I have been trying to

do for years.

* Glory, glory Hallelujah * Glory, glory...

Oh, Cisco.

Oh, Pancho.

(laughing) Goodbye, amigos!

See you soon!

(laughing)