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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"!

Stick to the road, son, beat it back to Grandma's.

She'll take care of you.

No, Dad, no!

I said beat it!

I'm sorry, Pop, but I couldn't leave you.

Well, we've always been together.

We've never been apart, not even for a day.

Well, we'd better keep riding or they'll catch us for sure.

Be a good kid, Jimmy.

Pop!

Pop!

Whoa.

Well, Pancho, I think we'd better rest our horses a while.

Cisco!

Cisco!

Pancho!

Pancho!

It's me!

Whoa!

Jimmy!

Oh, Jimmy, I'm glad to look.

I didn't realize you, no.

I didn't see you for a long distance.

How's your Pop?

They're after him, Pancho!

(gunshots) Hey, Cisco's fighting, huh?

Don't worry, Cisco and me, we'll fix that.

We take care of your Pop.

I don't want him winged.

I want him dead!

Knock on wood.

Oh, Cisco, am I glad to see you.

Two against three.

I guess we have them outnumbered.

What's the trouble, Hank?

It's a long story.

I'll tell you later.

We've gotta get out of here first.

Hold it, Moxley.

Hey, Hank!

Listen to me!

Hank?

This is Sheriff Todd.

I played square with you.

You'll never take me in, Sheriff!

I broke jail this morning, Cisco, but that's only part of

the story.

Hold your fire, Sheriff.

Give me your gun, Hank.

No, Cisco.

You don't know what you're doing.

That man is a Sheriff, isn't he?

Yeah.

But, Cisco, listen to me.

Give me your gun!

No, Cisco, I can't shoot you.

But, you'll be sorry for doing this.

All right, Sheriff.

I'm all yours.

Good work, stranger.

Well, Moxley, I guess this will show you how silly your

superstitions are.

So, it's Friday the 13th and you saw a black cat.

I guess maybe Hank got out of the wrong side of bed this

morning, huh?

All right, Hank, let's go.

Hey.

Hey, Jimmy, you know Jimmy, I think you are the best cook in

the whole railroad tracks camps.

I thought Cisco'd be back from seeing the Sheriff.

Oh, Cisco come back, don't worry.

I guess you'd rather have tortillas.

Tortillas, I think flapjacks they look the same but they

taste better.

Pop says I'm the best cook in the whole country.

And what your Pop say, goes.

You mean you don't think he murdered that man?

After he looked Cisco in the eye and say no?

No.

Well, I can prove he didn't.

He was with me every minute.

He never left the house!

But, Pancho, they won't listen to me.

They won't believe me.

They're gonna hang him!

Cisco take care of that.

They won't hang his mejor amigo.

Mejor amigo.

That means best friend, huh, Pancho?

Yeah, that's just what it means too.

(laughing) But, Sheriff, you don't

understand.

I'm sorry, Hank, it's no use.

Cisco, I don't wanna take a man's life, not even with the

stamp of justice.

But there's nothing I can do.

But Hank swears that he didn't murder the man.

I've known him a long time.

He tells the truth.

He's never been in trouble.

We have the testimony of a reliable witness, Alan Moxley.

He heard the shots, he saw Hank run from Jeff Parker's place.

Jeff died in his arms, saying Hank was his name.

That's a lot of lies!

There was bad blood between Jeff and Moxley.

Think back, man!

Jeff called Moxley a superstitious old woman.

They had a fight and you broke it up!

But, that isn't a motive for murder, Hank.

Well, what's my motive?

Jeff was my buddy.

I wish you'd tell me.

A confession would ease your conscience.

What about Moxley's conscience?

I know the man.

He'll be seeing Jeff's ghost.

And tomorrow he'll be seeing mine.

Hold it, Hank.

The boy backs his father's story.

It was the first of the month.

And he says Hank worked on his books until way after midnight.

It would be a fine son who wouldn't try to save his father.

I don't even blame the kid for smuggling a gun in here so Hank

could crash out of jail.

I just want one thing, Sheriff.

The time to look into this case.

I'm sorry, Cisco.

The town wants it over with.

You'd have to bring up new evidence, a witness, something

like that.

It's no use, Cisco.

The cards are stacked.

There's nothing you can do.

Who is it?

The Cisco Kid.

What do you want?

The answer to a murder, Mr. Moxley.

Well, talk to the Sheriff, he has my testimony.

I'll say nothing more.

I mean the murder of Hank Winters.

And that's what it'll be if he hangs.

Get outta here.

I'm not the law.

I don't run things.

It appears to me you do.

I want the truth.

I want Hank Winters cleared.

Who are you protecting?

Yourself?

(gunshot) Hold it!

What's going on?

He's trying to make me change my story.

I just want the truth, Sheriff.

I don't blame a man for fighting for a friend.

But, this case is closed.

Now, get in your saddle and ride.

You're not welcome around here.

Look what you made me do!

You made me break a mirror.

That means seven years bad luck!

(piano playing) Jimmy, come, look at the

musician.

Let's went, huh?

Come on.

Claude Bobkins, Jr. is the name.

Representative in the West for the Marvel Piano Company.

Well, you're wasting your time, Señor, because Jimmy and

me, we don't know nothing about these pianos.

I'm glad you said that, neither do I.

Listen to the music of the masters.

Pancho, look!

I can't look.

I'm getting all the geese pimples.

It's the sensation of the century, the rage of the East.

Sit right down, my friend.

Even a child can play the Marvel Player Piano.

You know, Cisco, we fool him.

He's going to drop over dead when he sees me playing the

piano.

That's enough, Pancho.

You're killing me.

Oh, it's you, Cisco.

Oh, you understand all the tricks.

Cisco?

You mean the Cisco Kid?

Yeah, sure, sure.

Cisco, meet our friend here with the magic piano.

Oh, gosh.

Oh, hemlock!

Wait 'til I tell the boys in the piano factory.

Claude Bobkins, Jr. is the name, Cisco.

Mr. Bobkins...

I'd like to ask you a favor.

Name it, Cisco, name it.

I need your help in convicting a man of murder.

Well, gosh, Cisco, murder ain't exactly in my line.

But, if I can help you, why yes!

Well, the Cisco Kid don't just ride off and drop things.

So he comes back?

Can he make you talk?

Who else can clear Winters?

I just hope we've seen the last of him.

(piano playing) You wait here.

Uh...

Claude Bobkins, Jr.'s the name.

Representative for the Marvel Piano Company.

Go on, beat it!

Hey, mister?

Yeah?

Uh, could you tell me where I could find a fella named

Winters?

Hank Winters?

I was down to his place, but nobody's home.

Try the jail.

He's in jail?

Oh, no!

And he was gonna buy a piano for his kid.

Yeah, I sure like to start the month off with a bang.

It was the night of the first, he gives me a deposit and I

figured on a sale in the bag.

Are you sure about the date?

Why, sure as shooting.

There it is.

Yeah, I waited while Winters figured out his bills and then

he slipped me this 50 buck deposit.

Well, I guess I'll mosey on down to the jail.

But, believe me, he don't get his 50 bucks back.

Now, just a minute.

Maybe I can save you the trouble.

Yeah?

You wanna buy a piano?

You wait right here.

That peddler out there, we've gotta get rid of him.

He can prove that Hank was home on the night of the murder.

Lucky for me, he came here first.

Knock on wood.

Come on, the fella that wants to buy the piano is down the

road a piece.

Come on.

The way Moxley fell for that salesman's story, I'm sure he's

guilty.

Take good care of that young man, Pancho.

We put him in rough company.

You and Jimmy get your horses and follow.

I'll stay here and work on Moxley and his superstitions.

Come on, keep riding.

Well, I ain't much good at this.

I'm city bred, you know.

I hail from Boston.

This sure is a long way to go to sell a piano.

(horses approaching) Come on, get going.

Oh!

Get on off of there!

Oh, oh.

Get over there and keep quiet!

Don't make a sound!

Hey!

Jimmy!

You hurt somewhere?

No, just plain scared, that's all.

Well, then stay right where you is.

I wonder what Cisco would do in a spot like this.

Hey, Señor!

Stop shooting!

Let the man go!

All right!

Come and get him!

Good work, Jimmy, good work!

That's just what Cisco would do!

You all right, Señor?

Yes, thanks.

I'm fine.

Ho, ho.

(piano playing) Mr. Moxley.

Who is it?

Who are you?

Claude Bobkins, Jr. is the name.

Representative of the Marvel Piano Company

Where are you?

Right here at the piano.

Listen, Mr. Moxley.

This music will haunt you the rest of your life.

You can't kill me, Mr. Moxley.

I'm already dead.

Moxley, what is it?

I heard gunshots.

Oh, Sheriff, it's nothing.

I thought I saw something.

Let's look around.

No, no, it's all right.

It's nothing.

Nothing at all.

I'm a little upset, you understand?

Sure.

With the hanging tomorrow, the whole town's got the jitters.

Oh, yes, the hanging.

That's it.

You're going to get big surprise, Mr. Moxley.

When you fire these blank cartridges and don't hit

anything.

You will make a lot of noise, but you will not do any damage.

Well, see you there, Moxley.

All right, Sheriff.

Oh, Mr. Moxley...

I want to talk to you.

That's right, Mr. Moxley, come on in.

Don't worry, Mr. Moxley, I wouldn't hurt you.

Where are you?

Show yourself!

Here I come!

Whee!

And, how is my superstitious, old woman?

Jeff!

(laughing) Sheriff Todd doesn't believe

in ghosts, does he, Mr. Moxley?

But, we know.

Don't we, Mr. Moxley?

Where are you?

Right here, Mr. Moxley.

Very much alive, and I want to talk to you.

Gone?

Turn around, Mr. Moxley!

My hat is yours.

I don't need it anymore.

You shot my head off.

You shot my head off.

You shot my head off!

I think I'd better go find Cisco and tell him what's going

on around here.

This hombre's a pretty slippery hombre.

Better watch him close.

Don't you worry about a thing, Pancho.

The boys at the piano factory will never believe it.

No funny business, hombre.

Cisco: Moxley!

Moxley!

Oh, Moxley!

I want my head back, Mr. Moxley.

I've come to get it from you.

Hey, Cisco!

I realize it's you, but did you lose something?

Go ahead, Moxley, shoot.

Can you kill a ghost?

You've tried.

No.

No!

What do you want?

A complete confession that you killed Jeff Parker.

Give it to me, Moxley.

Or tomorrow the ghost of Hank Winters will haunt you along

with Jeff and me.

All right.

All right, I killed Jeff!

Now just let me alone.

Get his gun, Pancho.

Cisco, I'm all confused.

You sure tell him off all right, eh?

But, Cisco, how you tell him when you don't got no face?

I'll show you, Pancho.

(piano playing) (cheering and applause)

This is great!

No practicing.

While we're in a musical mood, I think we ought to sing a

song to the man who saved all our lives, Cisco.

* For he's a jolly good fellow *

* For he's a jolly good fellow * He's a jolly good fellow... *

Even if he don't got no head.

Oh, Pancho.

Oh, Cisco!

Good-bye, amigos!

See you soon, ha!

(laughing)