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Here's adventure!

Here's romance.

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

Don't bother to count it.

Just get inside.

Go on.

Uhh!

Hyah! Hyah!

(gunshots) It's a holdup.

Get your horses and follow me.

(gunshots) (gunfire continues)

Keep after 'em.

Whoa.

We lost 'em.

Get out of these uniforms.

We'll find the old man and go back for Joe.

Kick it out.

Whoa.

Hey, Cisco, this man is pretty dead, huh?

Yes, Pancho, he is dead and silent.

He'll tell us nothing now.

Say...

Hmm?

This man is wearing that linen duster, like those bank

robbers we've been hearing about.

(gunshot) Look, Cisco.

That shot was a warning!

Gentlemen, it is my painful task and duty to inform you that you

are surrounded by a superior force at arms!

Discretion demands your immediate surrender.

But why?

What did we do?

That you will discover in due time.

To whom are we surrendering?

General Lawrence, 14th Division.

May I consult with my Chief of Staff?

Permission granted.

What is that, Cisco?

I don't believe my eyes, either, Pancho.

But he says he's a general.

But what army?

I wouldn't know what army.

From the uniform he's wearing, it looks like a very

old-fashioned one.

(chuckling) Yeah.

I don't know what this is all about, Pancho.

But we better do as the general says.

General, we are your prisoners!

Under the articles of war, you must surrender your weapons.

Sergeant, disarm them.

Cisco, I feel undressed.

Colonel, escort the prisoners to headquarters.

Prisoners will now precede the colonel to the guardhouse.

Go ahead, Pancho.

Sergeant, take care of our fallen comrade.

Ready...

Aim...

Fire!

(gunshots) What's all that shooting for,

can you see?

No, I can't, Pancho.

You know, I think that old general, he's got wheels on top

his head.

Hey, here comes the jailer.

Maybe we'll find something out from him.

All right, let's go.

Don't crowd me.

I'm sorry.

What's all the shooting about.

What happened?

We're having a burying.

The general sent over word that you boys is next.

You hear that, Cisco?

They're going to bury us?

I don't think he meant that, Pancho.

You're right.

We're gonna give you boys a fair trial first.

However, we may not get to the burying till sometime...

maybe tomorrow morning.

Let's not keep the general waiting.

(Pancho muttering) All right, pick up your feet.

My spur is loose.

Well, fix it.

Thank you.

Come on, hurry it up.

I'm doing it as fast as I can.

Ah-choo!

All right, get up.

(chuckles) Cisco, you fly like a little bird.

Now let's get our horses and went.

All right then, you...

now we'll see your general.

Cisco, what are you talking about?

This our last chance.

Let's went!

No, Pancho.

I'm going to try to find out what this is all about.

Come on, lead.

General Lawrence?

The prisoners are ready for court-martial.

Your man dropped this gun.

You're a man of honor.

See if you can hold onto it this time.

All right, General, the prisoners will face the court.

All right, get over here and stand at attention.

Remain covered, gentlemen.

We already covered.

This is military court.

He means keep your hat on.

Quiet in the court.

The prisoners, having been found guilty of unwarranted attacks

against the soldiers of this command, shall be--

I beg your pardon, General.

But haven't you forgotten something?

Quiet, you're being sentenced.

Let the prisoner speak, sergeant.

What do you feel has been overlooked?

A mere detail, General, but a very important one.

You haven't asked us our names.

Excellently put.

Excellently put!

Prisoners, state your names.

I am Pancho Miguel Fernando Gonzalez de Conejo.

And I am known as "The Cisco Kid."

The prisoners, Pancho and The Cisco Kid,

having been found guilty of unwarranted attacks against the

soldiers of this command-- Oh, and another point, uh,

of order, my General.

Uh, the prisoners have not been tried.

Right of trial is waived.

But this is not the procedure in an army court.

You seem confused, my man.

I'm in command here.

I'll proceed with the sentence.

The prisoners will be held until the hour of daybreak tomorrow

morning.

Then to be delivered to a firing squad for execution.

But, Uncle, you can't do that.

Amelia, go in the house.

This is none of your affair.

But, Uncle-- Amelia, do as I say.

Cisco, we're gonna be shooted down like dogs

by a firing squad?

We are not amused, General.

You have no authority to order executions or imprisonments.

Hey, Pancho, this is like Sonora.

Si, Sonora.

Take them back to their cell.

Prisoners, right face.

(grunting) I got this one, Cisco.

Don't touch that gun, Pancho.

Oh, whatever you say, General, but don't-- don't--

don't stick him.

Here, pick up the gun.

Pick it up.

On your feet.

You don't want to miss sunrise tomorrow, do you, Cisco?

You'd best see to their confinement yourself, Colonel.

My pleasure, General.

There's a hair trigger on this gun, Cisco.

I'd advise you to march.

Right now.

He's a remarkable man, my dear.

Remarkable.

You mean, Colonel Blake?

No, no, the one who calls himself The Cisco Kid.

Fine bearing, cool head.

And courageous.

Ah, that's too bad.

It's too bad.

You, um, might commute his sentence.

No, my dear, my responsibility is to my command.

But you shouldn't bother your pretty head about such things.

But what did they do?

What was the crime they committed?

Yancy told me he saw him kill the man we just buried...

in cold blood!

Oh, I can't believe it.

These people will have to learn someday, they can't commit

atrocities against my men and get away with it.

Come on, dear.

Say, Colonel, how long is this going to keep up?

Only till tomorrow at sunrise-- you heard the

general's sentence.

But the general is a poor, deluded old man.

He's living on his past.

You know he has no authority to order executions.

The general's the most respected man

in this region, Cisco.

Most ranchers hereabouts are sons of the men

who served under him.

Hey may be old and he may be deluded...

but his word is law here.

Uh, we'll keep that appointment in the morning.

Come on, Pancho.

You'd better get some sleep.

You'll be up early.

Sleep?

How's anybody gonna sleep around here when there's gonna be a

fire squadding in the morning?

Somebody's crazy around here, Cisco.

I wonder if anyone is sane.

Ah, Miss Amelia.

Where's General Lawrence?

He went inside.

Well, I hope he won't be back too soon.

I wouldn't know, Mr. Blake.

Uh...

just call me Colonel.

Now, seriously, Amelia, why can't I reach out with you--

I'll tell you why, Colonel Yancy Blake.

Because you've already reached out for too much.

Shooting and killing and lying to my uncle.

And those two men you're gonna murder in my uncle's name.

Where's it going to end, Yancy Blake?

I'll tell you, Amelia.

I'll come courting again someday.

You'll see.

Ah, my dear, I see we're having some of your excellent

fried chicken.

I was just fixing it for the prisoners, if you don't mind.

No, of course, of course.

Very commendable gesture.

Uh, getting back to our discussion, General.

I'm glad you approve of my strategy.

Well, I consider the plan as you outlined it on the map

is sound.

And the raid is certain victory.

Thank you.

Fried chicken.

Oh!

Miss Amelia, I'm gonna tell you the truth.

That's too good for those two in there.

Jess Corbin, you leave that alone!

Now simmer down, Miss Amelia.

You put that back.

They ain't gonna miss one little drumstick.

I'll tell the general what you've done.

You know how the general scares me.

First thing you know, you'll spoil my appetite.

Mmm, that's good.

Are you gonna open that cell door or not?

On one condition, Miss Amelia.

That you don't tell the general I snuck a piece of fried

chicken... huh?

Come on.

Okay, boys, eating high off the hog tonight.

Miss Amelia brung you some fried chicken.

Cisco, that man is crazy, too.

Fried chicken don't come from a high on the hog, it come

from all over the chicken.

Oh, it's just an expression, Pancho.

What it mean?

Well, it means, the condemned men will eat a hearty dinner.

Doesn't it, miss?

If I'm being a bother, I'll leave, I, uh...

I was just trying to be neighborly.

Oh, I'm sorry if I sounded bitter.

Pancho and I will enjoy the fried chicken.

Gracias, senorita.

Pancho will remember this forever till tomorrow morning,

anyhow.

Thank you, senorita.

It's good to know that a man will have friends like this

at this time.

It was little enough for me to do, but, uh...

Be sure to eat all of it.

Oh, Cisco, eat all of it, my goodness.

Say, I wonder if she can cook chile relleno.

Even if she could, Pancho, I'll take chicken.

I take chicken, too, now, Cisco, I'm hungry, huh?

Oh, Pancho, isn't this wonderful?

That's beautiful, huh, Cisco?

This beats chile relleno anytime.

I know, huh?

I like chile rellenos, too.

Cisco, can't you eat this little piece of chicken here,

this drumstick?

Oh, Pancho, I can't eat any more.

Why don't you give it to the guard, let him finish it.

The guard?

Cisco, I wouldn't give that guard one little crumb.

First, I would explode.

Hmm!

Look, Cisco.

That's a funny kind of a chicken bone, huh?

Same old system.

Put 'em on at the edge of town.

Hiya, let's go!

What they yelling about out there, Cisco?

I don't know, Pancho.

But now we'll really give them something to yell about.

(whispers) Come on.

Do you always cheat yourself at cards, Corbin?

(grunting) Uhh!

We fixed him, right, Cisco?

We sure did, Pancho.

(horses approaching) Hey, somebody's coming.

Cisco, you take care of this one, I fix this one.

(gasping) Oh, heh, I-I beg your partner.

I thought you was who you ain't.

(chuckles nervously) Cisco.

Thank you very much for the drumstick.

We used it.

Yeah, you can see, we used the key, too.

Miss Amelia, what are you doing here, dressed up

like this?

I came to help you and Pancho escape, and I'm going with you.

Going with us, but where?

I wanna follow Yancy and his men and find out where he goes

on these raids.

Maybe I can tell you.

But first we have to take care of this man.

I will put him in the cell for you.

You said you knew where Yancy goes on these raids.

Pancho and I followed four bank robbers right into

this valley.

One of them had been shot by a posse.

Now, right after we were brought here, one of your uncle's

soldiers was buried.

That could be only a coincidence.

Unless you can tell us that Yancy and his men wear long

linen dusters when they go off on these raids.

They do!

They do?

Yeah, they were the hombres that was asking if Cisco--

they are bank robbers.

Bank robbers?

That's right, Miss Amelia.

I'm sorry for your uncle.

I was afraid of something like this ever

since Yancy and his men came here.

He was just playing at being in command of troops again.

Our neighbors, everyone knew he was just a harmless old man

living in the past.

I think I understand.

Yancy and his men used your uncle and his good name

to cover up their crimes.

Then what can we do?

They've already gone.

Where did they go?

I don't know, but-- but I think the general does.

I heard him talking to Yancy this afternoon about a new raid.

Let's have a try at the general.

Oh, Pancho, our guns.

What's the meaning of this?

This time it is I who demand your surrender, General.

I see.

Thanks to this traitor, here, I'm your prisoner.

May I remind you, sir, as a prisoner of war, I'm not

required to divulge any military secrets.

I'm sorry, General, but I want that map.

(chuckles) I thought so.

I thought it would tell us something.

Here it is, Collinsville.

3:00 p.m.

You question the choice of battleground, sir?

No, General, I question whether we can get there

in time.

Come on, Pancho.

I'm going with you!

You stay here!

Cisco, it's a nice clean fight, yes?

(bullet ricochets) (bullet ricochets)

(chuckling) I guess they got enough, huh?

(horses galloping) I'll get them, Pancho.

I got this, Cisco.

(gunshot) (gunshot)

Let's see, Diablo.

He took one shot in town...

and two here.

That means he has three left, then he has to reload it.

Then we'll show him how to break a window, amigo, huh?

(bullet ricochets) Six.

Come on, Diablo!

(gun clicks) Uhh!

(horses approaching) My sword, gentlemen.

Thank you for the honor, General, but you may keep

your sword.

Thank you.

Am I under arrest?

No, no.

I don't think you'll have any trouble, General.

But the sheriff does want to say a few words to you.

Won't you come in, please.

Bye, Cisco.

Good-bye, Pancho.

Good-bye, senorita.

Good-bye, chiquita.

Hey, Cisco, you know, I hear one time of a fellow who get

a pension for fighting in the war.

Heh, we do a lot of fighting.

Maybe we can get a pension, huh?

Oh, Pancho.

(laughing) Oh, Cisco.

Good-bye, amigos!

See you soon!

(laughing)