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(announcer) Here's adventure.

Here's romance.

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

(woman shrieking) Cisco, why don't you take

your time and hurry up before it's too late?

What do you want?

I just want to talk to your driver.

He doesn't want to talk to you-- leave him alone!

Take care of her.

I told you this job wouldn't be healthy.

(bullet ricochets) You there!

Your gun's heavy-- drop it!

That means both of you.

Come on, make up your mind!

A wise decision.

And now, gentlemen, andele!

Go on, get going!

You all right, sir?

Thanks a lot.

If it hadn't been for you, those brutes might have killed poor

Ben.

Ben!

Ben, don't leave!

It won't happen again, I promise!

Ben!

Dad might even give you a raise!

Ben!

What's the trouble, senorita?

Hey, come on, Cisco, we must hurry, it's getting late enough

sooner.

Come on, huh?

Wait, did he say Cisco?

He often calls me that because it is my name, senorita.

What is your name?

Huh?

Oh, oh Judy.

My name is Judy Owens.

So you're the Cisco Kid?

Oh, come on, Cisco.

Think of poor Carmelita-- she's waiting, and you are spending

time here like centavos.

Yes, Pancho.

Senorita, Pancho's in a hurry.

You don't have to go anywhere now.

As of now, you're working for my father.

You're lucky, you're both very lucky that Ben just gave up his

job.

Yeah, we are lucky-- we are lucky we don't got no job,

and we cross the border and see the greatest miracle of all

miracles: that's the marriage of Carmelita, who is my cousin.

Oh, the wedding can wait.

Girls get married every day.

Yeah, can wait...

Not Carmelita!

You don't know Carmelita.

Adios, senorita.

Good-bye, senorita.

Wait!

How can you call yourselves men?

Leaving a poor, forlorn, helpless girl like me all alone

here on the trackless prairie.

Leave.

Leave me!

But let my death be on your tortured conscience.

Cisco, you hear what she say?

Yes, Pancho.

You gonna leave her here?

Yes, Pancho.

You gonna leave her here, like she say, on her own

"culture coincidence"?

(chuckles) Well, senorita, we give up.

We will take you to town where you will be safe, huh?

Oh, ho, the female of the specimen is more better than the

male.

Whoa! (chuckles) Well, senorita, this is the

moment at last when the best of friends must part the company.

Oh, you can't leave now!

Not until my father's had a chance to thank you for what

you've done.

(chuckles) Oh, senorita, that's nothing.

Cisco and me, we help young ladies all the time.

No, Cisco, huh?

Come on in.

Where are you going, Pancho?

I'm gonna get the horses, Cisco.

But you heard what the young lady said.

"Come in."

Oh, Cisco, you always say what I don't want you to say.

(birds chirping) (door shuts)

Wait here.

What's the matter, Pancho?

What are you thinking?

Eh, Cisco, I'm thinking about my cousin Carmelita.

I-If that maybe husband going to marry her, he gonna jump

right outta the fire into the frying pan, and he will be crazy

to marry with her.

Drop me dead, daughter, if Ben ain't got that wagon

squeakin' again!

A squeakin' wagon is worse than a bangin' boat!

Now, you tell Ben...

What?!

The Cisco Kid?!

Well, what are we waitin' for?

Where is he?

Daddy, this is Cisco and Pancho.

My father, Commodore Owen.

How do you do, Commodore?

Well, I'm glad to have you aboard, Cisco!

Judy told me how you saved her from them rogue pirates.

Oh, that was nothing, Commodore, nothing.

If you'll excuse me, I'll go get your rooms ready.

Now, Cisco, it's a lucky thing for you that I'm a man who

is beholden to no one.

I'm signing you on with the full rate of boatswain.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Boatswain, I said!

Furthermore, you'll start with a boatswain's full pay!

What do you think of that?

Well, it's like this, senor, you see, my cousin Carmelita's

like a door, and when it's open, they--

Silence!

Yes, ma'am.

He sails with you?

We've been together for some time.

Well, I don't know.

I don't know.

I might make a mess boy out of him.

Make a mess...

I'm sorry, Commodore, but Pancho and I can't work for you

because of a matter of great personal importance.

You see, my cousin Carmelita, she wi--

Quiet!

This land lubber shivers my timbers.

I understand, Cisco.

No hard feelings.

I sign on no hand who is unwilling.

Good-bye.

Pleasant voyage.

Good-bye, Commodore.

Your horses are in back in the barn.

I gave them some oats, hoping you two would stay awhile.

I want to thank both of you again.

That's all right, Miss Judy.

Dad's been in command of a ship for so many years, the

habit hangs on.

Now, our freight line's going broke, and when he loses that,

he'll have nothing.

Dad's vain and stubborn, but he's my father, and I love him.

Well, good-bye, and my congratulations to Carmelita.

Good-bye, Miss Judy.

Cisco, you know, it's too bad we can't stay and help this poor

little girl and her papa, huh?

What about Carmelita, Pancho?

Oh, Carmelita, madre mia, una muchacha loca que e te e nunca

quiero, Carmelita.

Cisco, this must be the house that that girl say--

Uhh!

Put that gun away!

You want the whole town out here?

(grunting) Ohh!

You just got a sample of what's comin' to you if you keep

workin' for the commodore.

Quit now and get out of town, or they'll be measuring you for a

pine box!

Let's get outta here.

Cisco, you know what I think?

You're lucky you can still think.

My head feels like a windmill in a blizzard.

Yeah, my head don't feel like no posy in the springtime.

Cisco, you know, I don't think that they like us around here

too much anymore, huh?

Yes, Pancho.

It looks like they don't want us around here at all.

They don't, eh?

Carmelita, pobrecita.

Then we stay!

(laughs) Good, Pancho.

Come on.

Sailin' from the dock here in the morning.

Hard at starboard at the right corner here.

Holdin' course to the South Road, I calculate we'll drop our

hook at the mine in six hours.

Weather permittin'.

According to the rising glass, the weather'll be fine!

And that, gentlemen is how to plot a safe and sure course.

Hmm, four bells.

(rings bell) Wedding bells for Carmelita,

pobrecita.

Can't you get rid of that land lubber?

(whispering) Pancho...

He's puttin' in now!

To your station, men, and prepare to repel boarders.

You'll wear side arms, both of you.

Cisco, what he say when he talk?

I am not certain, Pancho.

But I think he's trying to guard the shipment out in the back.

You're doing beautifully.

Dad's freighting a payroll out to a gold mine tomorrow.

He's having the money delivered here secretly, and he wants you

to guard against surprise.

All right, Pancho.

Hit the deck.

What I want to hit the deck for?

It didn't hit me, Cisco.

All right, men, look lively!

Boatswain, you take the bow lookout.

Aye, aye, sir.

You, the stern lookout.

Now, keep a sharp watch and sing out if you spy anything--

otherwise, silence.

Aye, aye, sir.

Right.

Hey, what, uh, but where?

Where is the stern?

Aft!

Oh, that land lubber'll drive-- Wh-where?

Where is the aft?

Back there!

Good evening, Miss Judy.

I'm gonna be frank with you, Commodore, brutally frank.

Your freighting contact with us is up for renewal.

Yes, I know.

We've had entirely too many accidents and holdups in the

past six months.

Now, if anything happens tomorrow, anything that prevents

this payroll from reaching the mine, your contract is dead.

Belay that, Farley.

Put your mind at ease.

I'm sailin' this one out myself.

Yeah, I know that, Commodore, but we have--

All right now, good night to you, Farley, and you can go to

your bunk for a restful night's sleep.

I hope you're right, Commodore.

I hope you're right.

All right, lookouts!

Come in.

Cisco, I don't mind doing what I am doing, but I don't

know what I'm doing.

You're just the one who can do it.

Good morning, Judy.

Hello, Cisco.

Have you seen Pancho?

He's out in back, getting Dad's cutlass sharpened.

Cutlass?

Dad's sword.

Dad still treats everything, like freighting this payroll, as

though he was commanding his ship.

Judy, wouldn't it be better if Pancho and I took the payroll

safely to the mine by ourselves?

Thanks, Cisco, but it's not as simple as that.

Dad'd die if he had to accept the fact that he's old.

That he's not the man he used to be.

Maybe we can help him without his knowing about it.

* Yo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho * Yo, ho, ho

* Blow the man off, yes * Blow the man off *

Hey, Pancho, are you well?

Cisco, it is you who is sick.

The commodore, he wants you to come to the dry doctor right

away!

The dry doctor?

Oh, the dry dock!

That's the blacksmith shop where dad overhauls his vessels.

Meaning freight wagons.

Hey, didn't your daddy never learn how to talk English?

Come on, Pancho.

Let's see what the good commodore wants.

Let's went to the commodore.

Steady as she goes, Judd.

This old hull has seen better days.

You wish to see me, Commodore?

Yes, I did.

I overhauled every vessel, stem to stern, before puttin' to sea.

I'm givin' you the advantage of learnin' my ways.

Are you ready, Judd?

Yeah, this wagon's ready to roll, Commodore.

I fix a wagon, it's fixed.

Well, she won't shiver her timbers over hard rock shale?

Like I told ya, I fix a wagon, it's fixed!

Thank you, Judd.

You should've been a shipwright.

All right, boys, let's take 'er out.

Shove off, mates!

(whistles and grunts) Frank.

Yeah?

I got a little job for you and your trained apes.

Okay, what?

I just found out the commodore is takin' out the mine

payroll today.

You're sure?

Did he tell you?

He did, only he didn't know it.

Where do you find hard rock shale?

South Road.

And what do you find at the end of the road?

Farley Mine.

Oh, sure, I get it.

Payroll's about due.

Ah, it's more than that, and funnier than that.

With this job, the old man'll go broke, and I'll buy him out

cheap with the same money I stole from him.

Go round up the boys and get 'em in one place.

Then come back here.

Right.

Commodore, I have been thinking.

That's encouraging.

Speak up!

And I have been studying the shrewd way in which you handle

situations.

You'll go far, young man.

And I know that a man like you would not send this payroll

like the ordinary man.

How's that?

I know that you're by far too clever a man to send the payroll

down the South Road like you let people believe you would.

You're a shrewd judge of character, boatswain.

Now let me test you.

Let me see how well you've studied my methods.

How am I going to ship this here cargo?

I figure that you'd send Pancho and me down the South

Road with nothing but an empty box.

Yeah?

Yes!

And that way, you trick everybody!

Well, that's excellent, boatswain.

Excellent, you're sailin' bow to bow with me!

That's very good, Cisco.

Except for one thing.

How am I going to navigate this payroll to the mine?

Oh, I remember the map you showed me had a second road on

the other side of the mountain.

Aye, boatswain, aye.

And the rest of my cunning plan?

And I also remembered your buggy in the barn.

You did, eh?

Yes, and I told Pancho, "Pancho, the commodore intends

to take the payroll out secretly by himself, down the Post Road,

while you and I drive down the South Road as decoys."

Well, cut me with my cutlass, if you ain't chartered my true

course!

Boatswain!

You're promoted!

You're acting Third Mate.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, Commodore.

Hey, you!

You ain't tied to the docks!

Go out to the barn and hitch up that buggy!

Aye, aye, sir!

Yep, and daughter, scour up a box to put the cargo in.

Aye, aye, sir!

Yeah, and you!

What am I doing with this?

You're a coming lad, Third, a coming lad.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you!

Uh... I keep imagining those ignorant, lying buccaneers if

they come after us this time.

They'll come swooping down to the South Road, and all they'll

get is that empty box.

These guys, they might get me too!

A calculated risk.

Carmelita, pobrecita.

Cast off!

Daughter, bring out my epaulettes, my best coat, and my

cutlass!

I'm sailin' into action!

You got your trained apes?

Aw, don't call 'em apes, Judd.

Not to their face.

They got feelings the same as anyone else... they don't--

An ape's an ape.

Daughter, daughter!

This craft squeaks like a cabin board.

I'll be right back.

Shove off!

(wheel squeaking) Get inside.

Here comes the commodore.

(wheel squeaking) Whoa.

Judd, bring out your grease lopper.

I got a whinin' wheel.

Be right with you.

You were right, she needed a little grease.

You guarantee she's seaworthy?

That's important.

What's so important?

Sorry, Judd, sealed orders.

Ah, I understand.

Tsk! Hup!

All right, daughter.

Break out the braids.

Yes, Father.

What's that?

Aye, aye, sir.

I got the musket in the box in the back of the rig.

Now... oh!

My cutlass!

Thank ye.

All right.

All right!

Ship ahoy!

Frank!

Tell your apes to put on their bananas.

We're movin' out.

Hold it, Pancho!

There's something wrong.

We're almost to the mine, and nothing has happened yet.

Oh, Cisco, don't never trouble trouble till trouble

troubles you.

You know, Cisco, your brain, sometime it squeak like the

commodore's buggies.

Hey, Cisco, you think maybe this Carmelita's maybe husband is a

joker?

What did you say?

About Carmelita?

No, about the commodore's squeaky buggy?

Oh, I know it squeak, because it squeak when I back the horse

to pick him up.

Pancho, the commodore would never stand for a squeaky wheel!

I bet he took it to the blacksmith.

Si.

Yes, and the blacksmith is not his friend.

Come on!

There is nothing in this wagon anyway.

Bueno.

(whistles) Hyah!

(gunshots) (gunshots continue)

Hey, he's bottled up.

Get around behind him!

(laughs) (click)

Drop your guns!

Hold it, Pancho!

I'll take care of him.

Hyah!

Shame on you!

(gunshot) (gunshot)

Pretty good shootin', eh, mate?

Who, who, me?

No, me!

You know, when you talk, you don't tell me nothing.

(blows) Hyah, hyah!

Well, Mr. Blacksmith, I owe you something,

but I'll let the law take care of that.

Go on!

Whoa.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa.

Whoa!

Boys, I think I'll launch you from here.

Heh heh!

Hey, no thanks, we just had our lunch.

No, Pancho, the commodore is saying good-bye in nautical

language.

Naughty language is right, that was-- good-bye!

Wait-- No-- Carmelita, she is

waiting.

Just for a moment, honest, Pancho.

I want you to give this broach to Carmelita for a wedding

present.

Oh, ho!

Hey, Carmelita's husband will like this, eh?

If she still have a husband.

(laughter) Hey, what are you doing,

Pancho?

Cisco, I rowing before they push our boats back into the dry

doctor.

(laughing) Oh, Pancho!

Oh, Cisco!

(laughter) Good-bye!

Good-bye, amigos!

See you soon!

(laughing)