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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!

Where's everybody in this town, hiding?

You're getting to be pretty well-known.

I guess they heard you were coming.

Not even one man in this town to stand up?

Maybe.

Who?

Sure like to meet him.

You ever hear of Buck Lundigan?

Who hasn't?

He was the best, the fastest.

I've always been sorry I never had a chance to meet Buck

Lundigan.

His boy lives here, young Buck Lundigan.

Some people say he's better than old Buck ever was.

Where do I find him?

You sure you want to find him?

I'm sure.

Well, he ought to be coming out of the general store any

minute now.

That's his horse out in front.

That's young Buck now.

You Buck Lundigan?

That's right.

I hear you're pretty good with a gun.

I'm not looking to show anybody how good.

You as good as your dad?

He taught me.

Well I'm figuring to find out just how good.

When you're ready, make your play.

I'll wait for your play.

You're better than your dad.

Well, I guess the next stop is the sheriff's office.

Buck, will you quit worrying?

I saw the whole thing.

It was self-defense.

You even let him draw first.

Sure, but I got a man with a reputation.

He killed 12 men.

They ought to give you a medal.

They won't.

They'll credit me with him and the 12 he got, and say I'm worse

than dad.

Your father was my friend, Buck.

I'm not blaming you, Will.

It's the people in this town.

They can't make you get out of town.

They can make me want to get out.

Well, it's mainly the mayor that's been talking about

getting you out.

It's the people, too.

Not a one of them will talk to me now.

Oh, hello, Will, Buck.

Well, the mayor had his way, Buck.

They want you to get out of town.

I wasn't expecting anything different.

Boy, if I were you, I'd stay and fight this thing.

This town has got a pretty low opinion of Buck right now.

They've got an idea that bad blood is bad blood, and nothing

can change it.

Don't say that, Sheriff.

At least not about my dad.

What do you aim to do, son?

Whatever it is, I'll back your play.

I'm through with this town.

Tell the mayor for me, Sheriff, I'm getting out of here.

Take it easy, boy.

Well, I'll tell you what I'll do, Buck.

I'll run the ranch.

You decide to come back, I'll be here.

If you need any money, just write me.

I won't be needing any money, from this town or anybody in it.

Hey, oh, all my reward posters, ever-- come all open,

loose, everything.

Hey, Mr. Horse, get your big clumsy foot off of that.

Get your big clumsy foot off of that!

Right on Black Jack's face.

Look, Cisco, all of my wanted pos-- collection of reward

posters, look, blown all over the road with the wind.

I think-- Stop worrying, Pancho.

You've got more.

I'm sorry, senor, to interrupt your journey, but you see, my

good friend here, he is a collector with a rare hobby.

He collects reward posters.

(laughter) Oh, look, here's a Blackie

Romando, huh? (laughs) And look-- look at this beauty

here, the-- oh, wait till you see this beauty here, huh?

(laughs) Ah, oh, what a lightning he was

with a gun, uh, Buck Lundigan.

(laughs) I get-- Give me that poster.

Sure, sure, of course, senor.

Keep it, and make your own collection.

Don't-- we don't need no gun.

Is something in that poster that bothers you, senor?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry if we did something to hurt you.

Who are you?

Buck Lundigan.

Buck Lundigan?

The son?

Yes.

Oh, Pancho and I were very good friends of your father's.

I am The Cisco Kid.

Yeah, we are riding to Panamint Springs.

Maybe you want to go with us, huh?

They just drove me out of Panamint.

What's the matter?

Something wrong?

Yeah, I'm my father's son.

The people there think I've turned bad.

I killed a man yesterday.

You-- you killed a man?

It was a well-known gunman.

It was self-defense.

But the mayor and the good citizens invited me to get out.

But running away from town, that's not the way to face the

situation, senor.

No, living like that is a coward's way.

Take it easy, senor.

Pancho didn't mean that.

Eh, no, but sometimes I call a spade a deuce.

I'd like to stay.

My father left me a ranch there, in Panamint.

Well, then, come with us.

We'll help you.

Maybe this is a chance for us to repay an old debt we owe your

father.

Thanks.

Thanks, both of you.

All right, let's mount up, come on.

(bullets ricochet) (gunshots)

Cisco, now I wonder who is mad at us.

Maybe those people who asked you to get out of town, Buck,

are trying to keep you from going back there?

Well, no, I don't think so.

This is a good chance for us to find out.

May I borrow your rifle?

Sure, go ahead.

Yeah.

Cisco, they hiding behind those rocks.

One of the-- his hat is showing.

Hey, Pancho, let's do our old trick and mark his hat, eh?

Yeah.

Here, give me that piece of chalk.

Here.

(laughs) Hey, Cisco, the hat has went,

eh?

It sure did, Pancho.

Say, give me that rifle.

Yeah, but Cisco, you can't hit them, they're hiding behind

the rocks.

Of course they're hiding behind the rocks, Pancho.

But there are rocks behind them, too.

Huh.

But Cisco, you are aiming right at a rock.

But Pancho, see what happens after I shoot?

Did you ever hear of ricochet?

Him I didn't know, no.

(laughs) (bullets ricochet)

(gunshots, ricochets) (chuckles) Cisco, you're a

pretty good shooter.

You shoot around corners.

(laughter) Look, look, they run like

jackrabbits, huh?

All right, come on, Pancho.

Oh.

You two better get out of sight.

Make yourselves at home.

Will ought to be around here someplace.

Oh, here he is now.

Oh, Buck, you decided to come back.

Yes, Will, my friends here figured it was best.

Will, this is The Cisco Kid and Pancho.

Fellas, this is Will Foresby.

How do you do, Mr. Foresby?

How you doing, Mr. Willy?

Anybody that could talk the boy into coming back is all

right with me.

They're gonna stick around and help a while, just in case

the people try to make trouble when they find out I'm staying.

Good, we'll make a fight of it.

You've got a right to stay, no matter what the people think.

Well, I think Pancho and I will take a little ride into

town, see the sheriff, and see how matters stand.

Always Cisco ride.

This is the last place to sit down here, and besides, I want

to get my foots out of my boots.

They hurt.

Pancho, it isn't too far.

We'll see you later, gentlemen.

Adios.

Pancho.

What?

You don't need to take that collection with you.

We're only going to talk to the sheriff.

Yeah, I know, Cisco, but there's so many people around

here who've got sticky fingers.

(laughs) And besides, I think the

sheriff would like to see it.

(laughs) Oh, Pancho.

Let's go in, huh?

(laughs) How do you do, Sheriff?

How are you?

Sheriff, my friend and I would like to have some

information.

Sure.

What about?

Well, it's about this man that was killed by Buck

Lundigan.

Do you know who he was?

Why, sure.

But first, I'd like to know who you are.

Quiet!

You don't know who it is him?

He is The Cisco Kid, and I am Pancho.

I am the greatest collector of these criminal faces on top of

the whole world!

Well, now, that's different.

I've got a collection too.

Oh, you hear that, Cisco?

Maybe the sheriff has got some brains on top of his head, just

like I am, huh?

Yeah, but wait a minute.

Let me show you my collection.

But I've got mine right here, senor.

Yeah, we'll I've got mine-- come here.

Yeah-- yeah-- oh.

Hee, look, Cisco.

Hey, the sheriff, he's got a lot of them, eh?

Sure.

But I bet you don't got an El Paso Kid.

Huh?

Say, that's a beauty.

Oh, yeah.

See if weather bothers dead men.

Yeah, see, it's signed right there by the El Paso Kid

personalmente.

And there's where he put his thumb, and they got a "X."

You don't say.

Yeah, but I do say, huh?

(laughs) Yep, but look at this.

Johnny Longtree, wounded 85 times in ten years.

(whistles) 85 times.

Bet he looks like a screen, huh?

(laughs) Mm.

Was he hanged?

Nope, died in bed.

Chicken pox, with complications.

Complication-- is that catchy? catchy?

(laughs) Complications, Pancho, is

something you get on top of the disease.

Only the chicken pox is catching.

Yeah, yeah, I'll-- I'll tell you what I'll do.

I will trade you one of these El Paso Kids for two of these

Rawhide Roundtrees. (laughs) Two?

Yeah, and see, this got blood on it, too.

It's a deal.

Bueno. (laughs) All right, sheriff, now that

you've made your trade, what about this man that was killed

by Buck Lundigan?

Oh, sure.

Sure, him.

That's him.

Hey, Pancho.

What?

Take a good look at him.

Do you know him?

No, I don't-- I got his face, but I can't put him, Cisco.

The eyebrows, the way they come down to a point, and the mouth,

(grunts), like that, and the-- he's got a hole in the middle of

his head there.

That hole is where it was nailed up on the wall.

Oh, it's a tack hole, huh?

He is looking pretty lucky.

So you two boys are a friend of Buck's?

Yes.

We rode into town with him.

Oh, then he's back.

Well, that's bad.

Why is that bad, Sheriff?

People in this town are pretty riled at that boy.

The best thing for him is to get out and stay out.

Yeah, but Sheriff, when somebody kills a killer, then

the one who killed the killer should get a medal for that,

shouldn't he?

I tell you, if he's back, no good is gonna come of it.

Sheriff, this boy is not going to run away from here.

I repeat, it means trouble.

And if I were you, I'd stay out of it.

Hey, hey, Cisco, there again, see?

Wherever there is trouble, you got it.

(horse neighing) There's the mayor over there,

Buck.

Well, he can't stop me from putting some money in the bank.

Well, make it quick, kid.

I don't care how the people take your coming back, but we don't

want to start any trouble.

Okay, Will.

Guess I'm a little touchy.

All right.

I've got an errand to do.

I'll see you when you come out.

All right.

I'll signal you with my hat, like this.

Use Buck's rifle, then get out of town fast.

I'll see you back at the ranch.

I had a long talk with the boy, Mayor.

He's a bit bitter about the way people feel about him, but I

think that he's gonna do the right thing.

As a matter of fact, I haven't got any doubt about the boy at

all.

The mayor!

Somebody shot him.

Who did it?

I don't know.

Who did it, Buck?

I don't know, but I couldn't catch him.

He ran around the corner and I lost him.

(sniffing] He used my rifle.

The mayor is dead.

You'd better get out before they blame you.

But, Will, if I run-- If you don't, somebody else

is gonna shoot and ask questions afterwards.

Hyah!

Did Buck shoot the mayor, Will?

He claims he didn't.

I'll get some men and go after him.

(sighs) Well, got the boy for murder

this time.

(laughs) You got him, right?

You got him when you catch him.

Oh, I'll catch him.

(laughs) Yeah.

With them killers, they ain't so easy to be catched.

(chuckles) You know, it's pretty hard

riding in that posse.

Yeah, when the boys rest their horses, we'll go out

again.

Yeah, but old Cisco, he won't be able to sit down if we chase

that Buck for so long a time, huh?

Say, wait a minute.

What?

There's one I ain't got.

The Yellow Kid.

(chuckles) You know, I would trade any--

I'd trade even the Yellow Kid.

You know, I didn't like him.

He always carried a shotgun.

He was no good with a pistola.

I'll give you two Killer Knutsen's for one Yellow Kid.

(chuckles) Yeah.

How about throwing in one of that beautiful Two-Gun Lil, eh?

You know, I always been kind of partial towards Two-Gun Lil.

Mighty beautiful woman.

You say the full of your mouth that time, huh?

You bet she's beautiful.

I wouldn't mind if she killed me. (laughs)

Hey.

Hey, lookit.

What is it?

Here's this fellow Buck killed, he's here with Mr.

Foresby, but Mr. Foresby, he-- he don't use the name Foresby.

He use some other name.

Willie Knowland.

Well, sure enough.

Hey, that's a clue, no?

Broke out of jail together.

That make Foresby a liar, huh?

Mm, don't make sense, though.

Foresby never said he knew Johnny Nestor.

Then-- then why he lie like that?

Ask yourself.

I just did.

Couldn't get any answer.

(scoffs) It's as plain as the nose on top my face.

Well, if you know the answer, what is it?

Well, I'm smart.

I will ask Cisco, huh?

I-- I mean, I will ask Cisco, but where is he?

Oh, it's Cisco.

I'll get rid of him in a hurry.

What can I do for you, Cisco?

I'm looking for Buck, senor.

I ain't seen nobody, Cisco.

And I ain't gonna see the kid until I know he's safe.

The sheriff is looking for him as a murderer.

We'd better turn him in, so we can prove him innocent.

I ain't asking Buck to ride into any necktie party, so you

can quit trying.

I promised to help, senor.

Drop your guns, senors!

I wish to look for him in the house.

Go on, quick!

Buck!

This is Cisco.

If you're in here, come on out.

I'm sorry, Cisco.

He isn't here.

You may be much sorrier later.

(door closes) All right, Buck, you can come

down.

What did Cisco want?

To take you back to town and try on a rope.

I'm not so sure he wasn't right.

In fact, I'm going into town and give myself up.

Oh, don't be stupid.

I'm through running.

All right, if that's what you want.

But you'd better go to the bank first and draw out some money

because you're gonna need a lawyer, and they don't come

free.

First the bank, and then the sheriff's office.

I'm saddling up.

Listen, you two get into town fast, cover that bank.

You go on the inside, Morgan, you take the street.

(door opens) You know, that Two-Gun Lil,

she's a beautiful blonde, and I like blondes, and I don't care

how they get that way.

Sheriff...

Yeah?

There's something wrong outside.

Cisco, where you been?

I've been nervous like a little rat, and this is very important.

Later, Pancho.

Sheriff, a man just rode into town.

I know he's the one that shot at us.

Well, Cisco, just look at this, and look at that, look,

look.

Oh.

This explains much.

You see that?

Just as plain as the nose on top of my face is the-- the--

I don't know what I'm talking about.

I don't help, though.

From what I have already seen, Sheriff, it helps very

much.

Now, doesn't this poster change your feelings about Buck?

Not a bit.

But you have no proof that Buck killed the mayor.

That's up to the jury.

He had reason to kill the mayor, and the mayor's dead, and Buck

run out.

That's all I know.

So, you will not do anything for Buck, eh?

I'm gonna help Buck, all right.

I'm gonna arrest him for murder just as soon as I can catch him.

Now, about that deal we were gonna make here on these

pictures.

Say, I want that-- I want that-- I said the-- give me the--

see that-- that-- that one on this side here.

This one?

No, no, the other one.

Right there.

(horses approaching) Can I have a blank check,

please?

Yeah, that's the one, huh?

Yep.

both: ALL RIGHT.

Listen, I will see you later.

Vamos.

Get the money, Morgan.

Hey, Will, what are you doing?

(coughing) I'm gonna get me a ranch,

Buck.

One that should have been mine anyway.

Oh, you'll get a chance, kid, a chance to run.

You see, they're gonna blame you for this, too.

You won't get away with it, Will.

The teller knows who held him up.

He does?

(gunshot) (thud)

He doesn't now.

Let's go.

Open the door.

Cisco, look out!

Unh!

(fighting, grunting) (fighting, grunting)

There's the man you want, Sheriff.

He is the one that hired that Johnny Nestor that Buck killed.

He didn't care whether Nestor killed Buck or Buck killed

Nestor.

All he wanted was Buck's ranch.

Here's another one, helped rob the bank.

You'll find a dead teller back there, Sheriff.

Foresby shot him.

It was one of Foresby's men that killed the mayor, too, with

Buck's rifle.

And just now, they tried to stage this bank holdup and tried

to blame it on Buck!

Yeah, and we can prove it.

You've seen the poster yourself.

That's good enough for me.

Bring him along, Buck.

Come on, Foresby.

Well, Pancho, there goes one Buck Lundigan that will never be

on a poster in your collection.

(chuckles) No, but Cisco, you remember that poster of Two-Gun

Lily the sheriff had?

Yes.

(laughs) I got it.

Oh, Pancho!

Oh, Cisco!

(laughter) Well, this is where we leave

you, amigos!

But we'll be back soon.

Look for us!

(laughter)