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(announcer) Here's adventure!

Here's romance.

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

(alarm sounding) (gunshot)

(gunshots) "Good luck.

I've helped you escape because I know Burdette framed you.

A friend."

Well, Juniper?

Everything went off fine, Mr. Price.

Riley got away slick as a whistle.

Good.

He'll hit town any time now.

Good, we planned it well.

Our friend Burdette is going to be in for a real surprise.

He sure is.

He can't be governor if he's dead, can he?

Not very well.

Go get Dannings and saddle my horse.

I wanna be in town when Riley gets there.

Cisco , it's the sheriff.

Let's went.

Wait, Pancho, we haven't done anything wrong.

That's what you say and that's what I say, but what is

the sheriff gonna say?

Ah, let's take a chance.

Cisco.

How are ya?

Marshal Sutter.

How are you?

What's going on?

Plenty, Cisco-- Tom Riley busted out of prison.

We think he's headed for Ranger Falls, and we gotta get

there ahead of him.

What makes you think this?

Don't you remember the trial, Pancho?

Riley claimed Burdette framed him because he didn't want him

to marry his daughter.

Riley swore to get even with him.

You mean that beautiful senorita?

That crazy kid, we've got to stop him before he does

something foolish.

Marshal, can we ride with you?

Glad to have you, Cisco.

Then what are we waiting for?

Let's went.

Hello, Mr. Burdette.

Miss Burdette.

We're all ready, Mr. Burdette.

Everything is in place, won't take but a few minutes of your

time.

Donna, you make yourself comfortable.

Homer, Homer!

What are you doing in this chair?

This is reserved for customers.

Oh, don't be harsh with Homer, Mr. Appleby.

I'll take him.

Thank you.

Sit right down, Mr. Burdette.

I haven't got a lot of time, Appleby, so let's get along with

this.

Very well, very well.

Won't take a moment.

Hobby Price was in the other day.

He's not very happy that you're so close to being appointed

governor of this territory.

Hmm, wants to be governor himself, huh?

Price is a fool and a crook.

He's a very determined man, Mr. Price is.

Now, just hold your head over like that.

I'm gonna take a flash exposure.

Now, hold it nice and steady.

Steady, steady, steady, steady, steady.

That's it.

Good, good.

Fine, fine.

Fine.

Steady.

Hold it, hold it!

Hold it!

Smile, smile...

(poof) (cat meowing)

Oh, don't worry, Homer.

That's all right.

We're all perfectly safe.

(knocks on door) Looks like Burdette's gone

for the day.

Maybe Riley hasn't arrived yet?

Better take a look around to make sure.

Cisco, you and Pancho take that end of town, I'll take the

other.

Now, if you see Burdette, warn him.

All right, Marshal.

Now, I'd like to get a nice three-quarter shot of you just

looking that way.

Hold it just like that.

That's fine.

Hold it.

Would you please look a little more to the left?

Cisco!

That was a shot.

That came from the photographer's place.

Dad! Dad!

What happened?

Somebody shot Mr. Burdette from that window!

Wait a minute!

Cisco!

Riley, Riley!

Pancho, am I glad to see you!

So they got you, Riley?

Hey, Marshal.

Somebody shot and killed Mr. Burdette in the photo shop.

Burdette killed?

This fella was running away from behind the photo shop when

we grabbed him, Marshal.

Here's his gun.

I wasn't runnin' away.

Someone took a shot at me.

I shot back and was...

Who was the man, Riley?

I couldn't tell, I just got a glimpse of him as he ducked

around the building.

What were you doin' there?

I was...

Well, I was...

Never mind, never mind.

You better come along with me.

(crying) Donna!

Donna, please.

You've got to believe me.

Listen...

Donna, they think I killed your father.

I didn't.

Believe me, I didn't!

I couldn't do a thing like that to you.

I don't know what to believe.

(sobbing) Donna, wait!

She doesn't believe you, any more than I do, Riley.

Come on.

Wait a minute, Marshal.

Do you think you've got the right man?

He'll do till a better candidate comes along.

All right, Riley.

Riley would have never shot him in the back, Pancho.

He might have done it face to face, but not this way.

Cisco, you think somebody's tryin' to play a dirty trick on

Riley?

He always felt he was framed into prison, and I halfway

agree with him.

Ah, but Burdette wouldn't have done a thing like that to him.

Cisco, why are we standing here like jack rabbiteers.

Why don't we go find the coyote who-- who did it, huh?

We will, Pancho.

We'll not leave town until we do.

Come on, vamos.

Just think, Homer.

That was a picture of Hobby Price that shot Mr. Burdette!

Ohh, great heavens.

We've gotta get this over to the Marshall right away.

I don't think you will, Fred.

I'll take that.

Where's the plate for this?

I said the plate, and be quick about it!

(knocking on door) (knocking continues)

That must be a nightlight in there.

We'd better come back in the morning to see Fred.

Pancho, you ate the steak, six eggs, a plate of fried

potatoes and drank four glasses of milk for breakfast.

Where do you put it, amigo?

Eh, right where it goes, Cisco.

You know, Cisco, I wasn't very hungry too.

I-- I feel so sorry for that Mr. Riley, that, well, I-- I lose my

appetite.

(chuckles) Cisco!

Pancho.

Fred Appleby's been murdered in his studio.

I can't understand why anybody would wanna kill poor

old Fred-- he never harmed a soul in the world.

Maybe he knew too much?

What are you gettin' at, Cisco?

Burdette was murdered right in front of his eyes.

He could have seen who the killer was.

How could he see him?

About that time, he was busy takin' a picture.

It's possible that he even got a picture of the killer.

Even if he did, we'll never know.

These plates have been broken to bits.

I agree with the marshal.

Riley had every reason in the world to kill Burdette.

Come on, Juniper.

Let's get back to the ranch.

Yep, Cisco.

Until we find something more definite, I'm gonna have to

hold Riley.

I'll try to get you something more definite, Marshal.

All right.

But in the meanwhile, don't move anything out of here.

I'm gonna lock this place up until the coroner gets here from

the county seat.

Right.

Eh, Cisco, this pobrecito, little kitteny, he gonna be an

orphan now, eh?

Hey, Pancho.

Huh?

Did you take a good look at Price's hands?

Price? No, why?

Here, let me show you.

What are you doing, Cisco?

See?

It will not even wipe off.

I don't know what you talkin' about.

You talk around in circles.

Pancho...

the stain you have on your hand is photographic acid.

Price had the same kind of stain on his hand.

Hey, you think maybe he, you...

I don't know, Pancho.

But I'd like to go to his ranch and see if there are any

photographic plates lying around there.

Well, what are you waiting for?

And don't worry little kitteny.

Pancho gonna come back and take good care of you.

You little devil, you.

That Cisco's smart.

You'd better get the boys together and take care of both

him and his partner.

All right.

The first chance I get.

You got your chance right now.

Get going.

(hoof beats) (gunshots)

Keep going, Cisco!

(gunshots continue) All right, come on!

Well...

Cisco got away, huh?

I told you he wouldn't let you catch him.

Get a shovel.

Shovel? What for?

We're gonna let you dig a grave.

Then we're gonna let you occupy it.

Digging a grave is okay, but with a shovel, uh...

that's hard work!

I got your face, but I can't put you.

Didn't I never see you someplace before?

Shut up and keep digging.

What you wanna kill me for?

I didn't did something!

I said dig!

Eh, th-this is deep enough for me to get into if I hold my

breath.

Get back to work.

(explosions) Surrender, you men,

or we'll cut you down!

It's Cisco, and he's got help!

Let's get outta here!

(explosions) Give it to them, men!

Don't let them get away!

(explosions continue) Oh, Pancho, you had me worried

this time.

Are you hurt?

No, Cisco, just a few flea bites.

I had me worried too, Cisco.

(chuckles) After all that work, where's all

the rest of you?

You're looking at them!

I used the loaded campfire trick.

Well, it's a good thing you did, Cisco, huh?

Because they was going to kill me when I finish digging my own

graveyard.

Did you recognize them?

I think one fellow, the mask, slipped down, it looked like the

fellow what caught Mr. Riley, Cisco.

I think they call him Mr...

Mr. Junip-- Jump-- Oh, Juniper you mean?

Yeah.

He's one of Price's men.

Mm-hmm.

Now things are beginning to tie together.

We don't have to go back to Price's ranch now.

If he had the plate, he wouldn't try to get us out of the way.

What you gonna do?

We're going to go back to town and try to put the broken

pieces together.

Come on.

Come on.

Well, what happened?

They got away, boss.

You, idiot!

Well, they got help from somewhere.

I wish I could get some competent help from somewhere.

Now I've got to get back to the photo shop before the marshal

does.

I should never have left there until I found the plate.

You stay here.

Keep out of sight.

Hey, Cisco.

The-- the door is padlock-ed.

That's right, Pancho.

I forgot.

The marshal did say he was gonna lock up.

Wait here while I try to find him.

Huh.

(chuckles) Hello, little kitteny.

What you doin' in there all by yourself?

You locked in there?

And you don't like it, huh?

Don't worry.

Pancho will get you out.

Just a minute.

(shuffling, grunting) (meowing)

Where are you, amigo?

Oh, ho, ho, ho.

Eh, you are glad to see me, eh?

You are hungry, huh?

Well... well, Pancho gonna fix that.

Wait, gonna give you a bite of his tortilla, hmm, hmm?

(chuckles) Yeah.

Yes, maybe we better wait here till Cisco and the marshal come,

eh?

(chuckling) Well!

You are more hungry than my Uncle Tito who don't like

frijoles, because when Mama Maria give him tamales, he want

enchiladas!

(chuckling) (kitten meowing)

Hey, Pancho!

What happened to you?

Oh, Cisco.

Someone, uh, hit me on top of the head, Cisco.

Did you see who it was?

Oh, I couldn't see nothing but stars, Cisco, but if I ever

catch that (speaking Spanish), I'm gonna kill him dead!

(kitten meowing) Oh, hey... hey, little kitteny.

Look, you got blood on the fingers of your paws.

How you get that?

He must have scratched the hombre that conked you.

And if Price is the killer like you say, then he's our man!

Maybe.

Let's take a look in the dark room.

He could have been trying to find the photographic plate.

Oh, he found it.

How you know for sure, Cisco?

Look, Pancho.

Take a look at that.

There's a hand holding a gun.

Yeah, you are right, Cisco.

Perhaps we could get a look at his face, if we put all the

broken pieces together.

Ah, the plates are shattered too badly.

Yes, and that never prove that, uh, that Riley didn't did

it.

I'm not so sure of that.

What you gonna do with that?

I'm going to use it, Pancho.

I'm going to use it to set a trap... for Mr. Price,

if he's the one.

How you going to find out?

If he is the one, he'll be wearing a few scratches on his

hand.

You brave little kitten.

Amigo.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, boss.

Looks like trouble heading this way.

Get the boys together, and keep your eyes open.

Well, hello!

Nice of you boys to drop by for a visit.

Hello, Mr. Price.

Hmm, what's the matter?

Something wrong with your hand?

My hand?

Oh, that.

No, no, I just, uh, tore it a little bit on the fence wire.

Are you sure you didn't tangle up with a small cat?

A cat?

What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

And you know what I have here.

This is the picture Fred took at the moment you shot Burdette.

That can't be!

That plate was...

Hold it, Cisco!

Throw your gun away.

You, too, Marshal.

(gunshot) Go ahead, Cisco, I'll take

care of these fellows!

Hey, Pancho.

Huh?

Donna seems very happy, now that Price has confessed to

everything, doesn't she?

Yeah.

Now she knows Riley didn't kill her papa, and she knows her papa

didn't double up-cross Riley and put him in jail, eh?

(both laugh) Isn't love grand?

You know, Cisco, that little devil, Cupid, he's pretty good

shooter with the bow and arrows, eh?

(Cisco laughing) (kitten meowing)

Look at Homer.

Cupid's found him a friend, too.

Oh, Homer.

Oh, Pancho.

(laughing) Oh, Cisco.

(both laughing) Good-bye, amigos!

See you soon!

(laughing)