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Here's adventure.
Here's romance.
Here's O. Henry's famous Robin Hood of the old west.
* Way down * Upon the swampy rivers
* Far, far away * There's where my heart
* Did turn to livers * There's where
* The old folks live * For the world is sad
* With dreary * Everywhere I'm going
* Oh, how my heart * Is growing weary
* Way down where * My senorita live
(laughs) Loco!
Loco!
Loco!
Reach, mister.
Cisco, it's me, Pancho.
Don't you realize me?ncho.
There is something vaguely familiar about you.
but my, how you have changed.
(horse whinnying) Whoa, Diablo.
Diablo wouldn't whinny if Loco wasn't around here
somewhere.
I look, but I don't see him someplaces.
Get off.
Oh, Loco, my horses!
Finding you is like finding a lost long brother-in-law.
Look, Cisco, he realizes me even in my strips.
Yes, Pancho, Loco has more sense than you have.
Hey, these are my clothes, I think.
Well, they look like them.
Put up your hands, both of you.
So my closet wasn't good enough for you, so you dressed
up like a senorita, huh?
She is a senorita, Pancho.
And a very pretty one.
Never mind the flattery, mister.
What are you doing in this barn?
I might ask you what is that horse doing in this barn?
Yeah, and my shirts and my pantses.
You'd better get away, Bob, while I keep 'em covered.
Good idea, sis.
Say, why you steal my shirts and my pantses?
I had to, I'm sorry about that.
You're sorry?
Hm, how you think I feel?
You'll hear from me, sis...
from somewhere.
Be careful, Bob.
Your gun's in that last stall.
The gun is very unbecoming to a lady.
Now, while Pancho changes clothes in that stall,
let us step over there, and you tell me what it's all about, eh?
I will hurry like anything.
All right, miss.
Why should I tell you anything?
First, to delay me long enough so your brother can get a
good head-start on us.
Second, the Cisco Kid is a pretty good judge
of human nature.
I think your brother needs help.
Did you say Cisco Kid?
That's what I'm called.
I've heard about you.
You've helped a lot of people.
I will tell you about Bob.
I'll tell you everything.
Cisco, this I don't understand.
A jailbird, he take my clothes, my gun, my hat, and even Loco.
Then we risk our necks to catch him.
But the boy needs help, Pancho.
Bah, a pretty girl, she make goo-goo eyes at you, and you
promise her the moon.
Her brother is in trouble.
Real trouble.
That's why we are going out to that mine.
Come on.
Reach, Cantwell.
Come on in.
You're out of jail rather sudden, aren't you, Drake?
Am I?
Well, I don't think you're on parole, and I know they don't
pardon killers.
So I guess you escaped.
You're a good guesser, Cantwell, maybe you can
tell my why.
There's no telling what's on the mind of a killer.
Well, I'll tell you.
I came back to get a confession that it was you, and not me,
that killed Sam Walters.
A confession, eh?
Why certainly, Drake, I'll be glad to accommodate you.
(gunshot) Remember him, gentlemen?
Oh, sure.
Well, what do you know?
I didn't expect to see him around for about 20 years.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Why don't you shoot me in the back like you did Sam Walters?
(Cantwell) You heard what the man said, accommodate him.
But do it outside.
Keep you eye on the big fellow in there.
I will keep my eye on him like a peeping tom-cat.
Come on.
Do you think you are going someplaces?
You ain't going no places.
You all right, Drake?
Yeah.
I don't get it, I steal Pancho's pants,
and you turn around and save my life.
You know why?
That's because you got a pretty sister.
You've got a good sister, Drake.
She told me all about your troubles.
I think we can help you.
Thanks.
How clever can you be, letting those fellas jump you
and get away with Drake?
The least you could've done was pitched in and given us
a hand.
All right, all right, forget it.
There are more ways than one to skin a polecat.
Knowing Drake the way I do, if he knows that his sister's
here, it wouldn't be long before he'd show up.
So all we have to do is deliver an invite.
Nice and easy-like.
You catch on quick.
Only this time, we'll be ready for him.
And the others too, if they want to come along.
So go ahead, deliver the invitation.
Who's that?
Sherriff.
There they are!
There they are!
Hold on, Sherriff.
Keep your hands away from your guns.
You're gonna regret this.
Interfering with a peace-officer is serious business.
Especially aiding a felon to escape.
You've got me all wrong, Sheriff.
I'm not interfering, I'm trying to help.
Help who?
Him or me?
Both of you.
I will deliver young Drake to you provided.
Provided what?
You give me 48 hours to prove he was framed
and deliver to you the real murderer.
I don't make deals at the point of a gun.
You're dead-right, Sheriff.
My apologies.
Now we can talk on even terms.
(chuckles) Boys, we're headin' back.
Or we're gonna miss our lunch.
Hey, here he comes.
Hey, Cisco!
We'll get you out of this mess yet, Bob.
I had quite a talk with the Sheriff.
Yeah, what'd he say?
Well, we made a little deal.
He gave me 48 hours to prove that you were framed
and to bring in the real murderer.
But Cisco, you can't do those.
However, I am to turn you in to him for safe keeping
until I can-- Oh, no you don't.
I've had a taste of that jail, and I'm not going back.
I'm getting out of here.
(laughs) Let him go, Pancho.
Now, look, you stubborn mule, I promised your sister
I'd help you.
And I promised the Sheriff to turn you in to him.
So that's that.
I don't care what you promised anybody, I'm not going
back to that jail.
Look, Bob, you're only going to spend a few days in jail.
Come on, let's get going.
You'll regret double-crossing me, Cisco.
I still say it's for your own good, Bob.
I know what I'm doing.
Hey, why do you want to act so stubborn like a burro?
You know, pretty soon Pancho is going to have to slap you
on both side of your faces.
And we don't like to do that to our friends.
Friends my eye.
I'm sorry you feel this way about this, Bob, but in you go.
I've been expecting you.
Would have been here sooner, Sheriff, but Bob was a little
hard to convince.
And it'll be even harder to keep me here.
Let's you and me not have any trouble.
Remember, Sheriff, Bob stays here.
No sending him back to the penitentiary until
I get a chance to work this out.
That's our understanding, provided--
Provided what?
You get to work and stop gabbing.
Be seeing you.
Sheriff, you better look out.
This little fella here will steal the pants
right off your back.
(laughs) You go this way.
Cisco, you know, there's something I don't understand
something about.
What's that, Pancho?
How you can do the brother some good by doing yourself some
good with his sister.
I want to tell her about Bob so she wouldn't worry.
Ho-ho, now, that's different!
I think.
Ruth wouldn't go away and leave the door open.
Something must have happened to her.
Let's see inside.
Now, boss, we delivered you invitation, our guest has
come to the party.
A special party, and all in your honor.
By what right do you drag me out of my house and bring
me out here?
Lefty, get the lady pencil and paper.
Sit right down there, Miss Drake.
Now, you're gonna write to your brother and tell him
you're here.
Then maybe he'll join the party too.
Yeah, we'd like that.
I haven't seen my brother.
I wish I had, he'd kill you for this.
Are you gonna write that note or not?
I am not.
Lefty, there's a nice, quiet room downstairs where perhaps
our guest can think things over.
Hey, Cisco, she must have been in a terrible, big hurry
to get away, huh?
Someone took here away against her will, Pancho.
And I think that someone is Mr. Cantwell.
That's why we're going to go out to his mine and find out.
Cisco, why you wanna do this for?
You are always jumping out of the fire into the frying pan.
Just as I thought.
Cantwell has the place well-guarded.
If we try to get in there, it would be like the mouses
in the traps.
But we're not going to do it that way.
But how-- Be quiet!
Wrap him up, Pancho.
Si!
Shh.
(whispering) Si.
Here you are, Pancho, wrap him up too.
Cisco, this kind of work I love.
It's duck soups.
Open that trap door again, Cantwell.
How did you get in here?
So easy it would break your heart.
Open it up then get Miss Drake out of there.
Didn't you hear me, Cantwell?
Well, I guess you've got me, Cisco.
(gunshot) Ooh, shall I tie him up too?
Yes, Pancho, Nogales style.
Nogales style?
Pretty soon I'm gonna run out of tie-ups.
Oh, Cisco, I didn't think anyone would ever find me.
Why, Miss Drake, a man would have to be crazy not
to find you.
(laughs) Well, what about Bob?
He's in good hands.
Oh.
Hey, Sheriff?
Yeah?
Something's wrong with my jaw.
Will you come take a look?
Sure.
You're gonna regret this, Drake.
Now, listen, I'll be after you before you can
get out of this county, and you know that!
What's the matter, Sheriff?
Playing a new game?
Shut up, pick up those keys, and get me out of here!
Young Drake played a dirty trick on me.
And when I get my hands on him I'm certainly--
and get my gun over there on the desk, will you?
Hurry it up.
Thanks.
Now, my hat.
Cantwell, I'm going to give you one chance to confess
you killed Sam Walters.
Are you going to tell the truth or do I light the fuse?
I told you, Drake killed Waters.
All right, Pancho, light it.
Cisco, listen, crazy idea, we're gonna blow
ourself to the kingdom comes.
Come on, Cantwell.
Ready to confess?
I have nothing to confess.
Cisco, Pancho ain't no coward
because if Cisco blow up, Pancho blow up too.
(laughs) What is-- is nice outside.
Let's went.
You too.
Come on, Cantwell.
What are you gonna do about it?
Cisco... Cisco, let's went.
Time's running out, Cantwell.
Quick, Pancho.
Wait! I confess, I killed Waters.
Say it again!
I did it, I did it, I killed him and blamed it on Drake.
I heard that.
You're under arrest.
Hey, Cisco...
Why don't the dynamites blow up?
Because I fixed them so they wouldn't.
(laughs) I-- I knew it all the time.
Oh, Pancho.
Oh, Cisco.
(laughter) Goodbye, amigos!
See you soon!
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