All language subtitles for The.Lone.Rider.Crosses.the.Rio.1941.480p.WEBRip.x264.AAC ENGLISHripdvddf

(upbeat country music)

,60 With a heart steady ,60

,60 Ridin' on the plain ,60

,60 Beneath the sun or the blindin' rain
,6O

,60 With a heart steady ,60

,60 Ridin' on the plain ,60

,60 Beneath the sun or the blindin' rain
,6O

,60 There's a job, and I must do it ,60

,6O And I'll do it without fail ,6O

,60 I'm the Lone Rider on the trail ,60

- Squire Perkins, I came to ask
you a very serious question.

- What is it, my son?

What can I do for you?

- I came to ask for the
hand of your daughter Maude,

the light of my love, the stars, the.

Aw, shucks, Squire, me and
Maude wanna get hitched.

- Well, my son, I don't see any reason

why you and Maude couldn't get married.

(horse hooves clomping)

(door creaking)

(door banging)

- [Fuzzy] Gosh, you gave me a start.

- You'll need one.

- Why?

- We're riding.

- Ridin'?

Far?
- Maybe.

- Aw, gee, I was figurin'
on gettin' hitched today,

you know, to the Squire Perkins' daughter,

the one that runs the commercial hotel?

- Well, of course, if you'd rather play

chambermaid to a lot of
cowhands, it's all right with me.

- Aw, it ain't that, Tom.

I figured we could settle down

now that we've cleaned up San Juan
County

and got Sheriff Briggs put away.

- Yes, but Sheriff Briggs has
gotten his trial postponed.

In as much as I'm the
state's chief witness,

he's planning to get rid of me

before his trial comes up again.

- Well, he's in jail.

How can he do that?

- Well, he'll just hire

some of those gunslingers
to do it for him.

They're after me now.

- Huh?

- I left Briggs' men about
two miles up the road.

We've gotta get under cover

until the prosecutor
sends me word to show up.

- Yeah, but them gunslingers ain't gonna

yell keys box just because we're not here.

Where we goin'?

- Remind me to take that up
with the board of directors.

Come on.

- Board of directors?

Aw, gee, it ain't, it's wrong.

It's unfair.

After all the cigars
that I bought the Squire

and all the candy that I.
- Fuzzy, come on.

Hurry UP-

(chair banging)

Where are your pants, Fuzzy?

- Oh.

(door creaking)

(door banging)

(horses' hooves clomping)

(ominous music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- There they are.

(horses' hooves clomping)

- Whoa, that was a close one.

Did you get any word from
the board of directors yet?

- Yes, they advised me to get on the

nearest road leading over the border.

- Oh, did they advise
you that them gunslingers

won't be hot on our trail or
all roads won't be watched

or how we gonna get over this border?

- Not yet, but, thanks, Fuzzy.

I'll take that up at the next meeting.

Now, come on, let's get out of here.

That bunch is gonna backtrack any minute.

(horses' hooves clomping)

(horses' hooves clomping)

- Well, it looks like
they've given us the slip.

Come on, we'll go back and see if we can

pick up the trail while it's still hot.

(horses' hooves clomping)

- Fuzzy, see that wagon over there?

- Yeah.

- We can use that.

- What are we waitin' for?

- Let's wait 'til our
boyfriend gets to sleep.

. Now?

- Not yet.

. Now?

- Wait a minute, will you?

(snoring)

Now.

(hitch clanking)

(seat creaking)

(spurs jangling)

(horse snorting)

(seat creaking)

(snoring)

(bag clunking)

(horse snorting)

,60 Get along, cowboy ,60

,60 Get along, cowboy ,60

,60 Time to ride them cattle into town ,60

. Hey, hey.

My wagon, bring back my wagon.

,60 Round your herd before
the sun goes down ,60

(speaking in Spanish)

,60 Keep those little doggies on the run
,6O

(speaking in Spanish)

,60 Get along, cowboy ,60

,60 Won't be long before our work is done
,6O

- Ah, (speaking in Spanish).

(horses' hooves clomping)

- Have you seen any riders
in the past half hour?

(man speaking in Spanish)

Oh, talk English.

Two men on horseback.

(speaking in Spanish)

- They go that way.

- Thanks.

Say, what are you doin' here?

(speaking in Spanish)

- I sleep here, rest.

- 10 to one, they'll head for the border.

We'll notify the police to
be on the lookout for 'em,

and if they miss 'em, Briggs will get

in touch El Puma, the Mexican bandit.

They're just like that.

Let's go.

(horses' hooves clomping)

(sword clattering)

- My apologies, Se\/tor.

It seems you did only
have straw in your wagon.

- Si, Se\/tor Officer, it
is as Juan Lopez say.

What is it the Se\/tor Officer seeks?

- Word has come of gringo
bandits riding toward Mexico.

You have seen nothing
of two white hombres?

- Why, no, Se\/tor Officer.

Juan is so busy, so much
work, so little money.

- What do you want in Mexico?

- Se\/tor Officer, I live
in Mexico at Fronteras.

Poor, Juan, he do not
look like bad bandit, huh?

- Ah, no.

- We may go?

- Si, but keep a watch
for the gringo bandits.

There is a reward for them.

- Ah ha, Juan, he will be all eyes.

- Report to me if you see them.

I, Lieutenant Liam
Mendoza will handle them.

Of course, you will receive the reward.

- You will be here?

- No, my headquarters are with
Alcade Torres at Alta Mesa.

- Ah ha, gracias, Se\/tor Officer.

Adios.
- Adios.

- Ah, we'll be seein' ya.

I mean, come to the Casa
Grande sometime (chuckling).

- Adios.

(upbeat fiddle and guitar music)

(men cheering and applauding)

- If Squire Perkins
could only see you now.

- You're not gonna tell him, are ya?

- Well, that depends on what the

board of directors say, Fuzzy.

- It'd be just like
them long-nosed hombres

to try and cut me out with
the Squire's daughter.

(upbeat fiddle and piano music)

(men cheering and applauding)

- Come on, come on, more (laughing).

- Hey-

- Just a moment, where
are you going with those?

- Oh, I'll give 'em right back to you.

- Oh, I don't think you'd better do that.

(speaking in Spanish)

(upbeat fiddle and guitar music)

- Uh oh, look who's here.

- Yeah, our past catching up with us.

- What are you doing here, Papa?

- I'm looking for the Lone Rider.

- That's a poor excuse.

If Mama were to see you,

she'd make a lonesome rider out of you.

- What Mama does not know
will keep peace in the family.

(speaking in Spanish)

(upbeat fiddle and guitar music)

(speaking in Spanish)

- I knew I would find you.

Two, three day I look for the Lone Rider.

- You haven't find him yet, hmm?

- No, I, that's right, I haven't found.

You steal Pedro's wagon?

- What of it?

We paid you for it, didn't we?

- Sure, but you paid too much.

- I don't think so.

- Gracias.

You're gonna stay in Mexico?

- A week more maybe.

(speaking in Spanish)

- That's very good.

- Why?

- Maybe the Se\/tor will trap El Puma.

- El Puma?

- Si.

- We're not down here
to hunt mountain lions.

- Oh, El Puma, he's no mountain lion.

He's a bandit.

He's a bad hombre.

He kill, he rob.

No one is safe.

No one dare go to sleep without El Puma,

without fear of El Puma.

- Maybe a puma hunt wouldn't
be a bad idea, Fuzzy.

- I wouldn't mind going hunting.

(upbeat fiddle and guitar music)

- Jarvis?

- Yeah, what do you want?

Just a minute, boys.

- I've got instructions
to look up El Puma.

Now, take it easy.

Your old partner Sheriff Briggs

wants you to return him a favor.

- Old Briggs?
- Yeah.

I'm his chief deputy.

I'm down here to.

(men cheering and applauding)

(upbeat fiddle and guitar music)

- That's my daughter.

- Nice.

- According to the boys,
two strange Americans

have been hangin' around
here for some tlme.

- Well, if they're the men
I'm lookin' for, Mr. Jarvis,

you'd better look to your shootin' iron.

- Well, don't worry about me.

I'm glad to oblige Sheriff Briggs.

Come on, we'll look 'em over.

Come on, boys.

(upbeat fiddle and guitar music)

- Se\/tor Jarvis (speaking in Spanish).

- Deputy Hatfield too.

It looks like Sheriff
Briggs ain't foolin'.

You'd better go get those guns, Fuzzy.

- I think you've got somethin' there.

- That's Fuzzy Jones, Cameron's sidekick.

- Don't, you might hit the girl.

(men laughing)

- There's Cameron over there
at the table with the Mexican.

- He would look good
nailed from this close.

- Got a gun, Pedro?

- No, Se\/tor.

What will you do?

- Search me.

I'm not gonna let 'em take me though.

- Better move your girl to a safe place.

(speaking in Spanish)

(trays clattering)

(men chattering)

- Why'd you leave me?

You know who I say,
the mayor, the alcalde.

(Speaking Spanish)

Come here, don't leave me.

Maybe they're gonna shoot me.

What's the matter with you?

And what about me, a
vulture, a Gila monster?

Well, what's goin' on here?

Why don't you speak?

- I do not yet know.

- Of course you don't.

You're like me.

You don't anything.

Come, but don't follow me.

(door banging)

(men chattering)

Ah, Se\/tor Jarvis.

- Good afternoon, Mayor Torres.

- What is all the excitement around here?

- A couple of American outlaws
trying to escape capture.

- Si, I too am trying to catch a bandito,

that vicious, malicious,
suspicious El Puma.

The governor is very angry with me

as if I could put my hand out so

and haul El Puma in like a fish.

- Maybe you've done just that Mayor.

- Huh?

- One of these men answered
the description of El Puma.

Deputy Sheriff Hatfield,
Mayor Manuel Torres.

Deputy Hatfield came
down from San Juan County

to take these men back.

- Huh, I will hang El Puma where he is.

I want to see him.

- You'll find him right over there.

- Hello, Manuel, how are you?

- Tom, amigo mio.

I am surprised right now.

- I am glad to see you.

- Amazed, astonished.

Where've you been?

What are you doing in Mexico?

Welcome to Alta Mesa.

- Thank you, thank you.

Well, we've just been fooling around.

Not much money, plenty of work, you
know.

- Se\/tor Alcalde?

- Si, what do you want?

- Pardon, Se\/tor Alcalde.

I recognize those men.

They came across the border
last week in disguises.

- (laughing) He think you was El Puma.

- Well, maybe he ain't El Puma,

but I've got a warrant for his arrest

and one for that varmint too.

- Arrest my friend?

No, Se\/tor, not while I am the Alcalde.

Instead we make a fiesta at mi hacienda

with singing and dancing
and lovely se\/toritas.

- Not yet.
- No?

- This is Fuzzy Jones, my partner.

The is the Alcalde.

- Hi, Al.
- Alcalde.

- Alcalde.

- (chuckling) Since when did you

become a bandit chaser, Manuel?

- Oh, if I don't catch El Puma,

the governor is going to
throw me out of office.

So, I am getting up a petition
signed by all the citizens

telling his excellency all I am doing

to track this bad,
wicked, desperate bandito.

(crowd chattering)

- Wait, don't shoot.

This is perfect.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, you can go back

and tell my friend
Sheriff Briggs about it.

And thank him for sending
me the Lone Rider.

I can use him.

- Yeah?

- You see, if the governor
throws the mayor out,

it will get too hot
around here for El Puma.

- I see.

You think you can pass
Cameron's corpse off as El Puma.

- Right, and give me a chance
to get out in the clear.

I've cleaned up this part
of the country anyway.

One more job, and I'm
off to bigger things.

- Yeah, you'd better watch
Cameron pretty close.

He's a smart one.

- Don't worry.

I'm going to the mayor's party,

and I won't let the Lone
Rider out of my sight.

,60 It's gay fiesta ,60

,60 Time for romance ,60

,60 It's gay fiesta ,60

,60 Everybody dance ,60

,60 Each se\/torita, meet your se\/tor ,60

,60 Life will be sweeter
with the one you adore ,60

,60 While sweet guitars are playing ,60

,60 And music fills the air ,60

,60 Each capa\/tero is swaying ,60

,6O With his lady fair ,6O

,60 It's gay fiesta with stars above ,60

,60 It's gay fiesta when
you find your love ,60

,60 It's gay fiesta ,60

,60 Time for romance ,60

,60 It's gay fiesta ,60

,60 Everybody dance ,60

,60 Se\/torita, meet your se\/tor ,60

,60 Life will be sweeter
with the one you adore ,60

,60 While sweet guitars are playing ,60

,60 And music fills the air ,60

,60 Each capa\/tero is swaying ,60

,6O With his lady fair ,6O

,60 It's gay fiesta ,60

,60 With stars above ,60

,60 It's gay fiesta ,60

,60 When you find your love ,60

(crowd applauding)

(people chattering)

- Adios.

(speaking in Spanish)

You're coming back again, don't you?

Bueno.

(laughing) Did you want a fun fiesta?

- Indeed it was, Manuel.

- [Jarvis] I didn't know you'd ever spent

enough time in the States, Mayor,

to make a friend like Cameron here.

- Ah, but we met in Guadalajara, in jail.

I was a political prisoner.

- They thought I was a spy.

- But, Tom, he's (speaking
Spanish), you know, smart.

He finds a way out of
jail and took me with him.

Just 60 minutes before the firing squad.

- You're exaggerating a little, Manuel.

- No, no, you saved my life.

- I'm sorry, Se\/tor, I must go.

Possibly you sing again tomorrow?

- [Tom] Possibly, yes.

- Oh, Francisco, you have to go again?

- Yes, Papa, I must go.

Adios, Se\/tor.

Adios, Papa.

- Adios.
- Adios.

Boy, I'm so worried about Francisco.

- Why?

- Oh, the young fool, he thinks
he's in love with a girl.

Such disgrace, such dishonor.

My heart is crying.

My head is bowed.

- Who is the girl?

- A dancer at the cantina.

- [Tom] You mean Rosalie?

- [Manuel] You know her?

- Well, I don't her exactly,
but I've seen her dance.

She seems to have talent, good manners.

- But Don Pedro, a peon.

Look at this.

The most respected in all of Mexico.

Should a Torres marry
the daughter of a peon?

No.

Better the Torres name should perish.

- Aw, hold on, Manuel.

Maybe we can figure something out.

Why don't you separate them?

Being away from her might
bring Francisco to his senses.

- It is no good.

I have tried to do this.

My boy, he will not listen.

He gets so mad I get scared
he will elope with her.

Then, I shut up.

- Well, maybe we can
get Rosalie to go away.

- No, I wouldn't do that.

She's the sole support of her family.

It's gotta be Francisco.

Now, while he's away, we'll
try and convince Rosalie

what an impossible marriage
would do to the boy's future.

- Si, what do you mean?

- Now, if Mr. Jarvis
and his men will help.

- Well, the mayor's a friend of mine.

Certainly I'll help.

What's your plan?

- [Tom] Very simple, kidnap the boy.

- Oh.

- Tomorrow afternoon, Fuzzy
and I wlll leave with hlm

when he goes to the
cantina to see Rosalie.

On the way, you have your men ambush
us,

and we'll act out our parts.

- That's fine, fine.

(Manuel speaking in Spanish)

(mellow orchestral music)

- It's getting late, Se\/tor.

- Don't wanna keep Rosalie waiting, eh?

- What do you know of her?

- Plenty of nice things.

- Not if my father has
been talking to you.

He hates Rosalie, as if she
were not the most wonderful,

the loveliest flower in all of Mexico.

- You love her a great
deal, eh, Francisco?

- With all my heart, Se\/tor.

Nothing shall keep me
from making her my wife.

- Gosh, I wish I could
say things like that

to Squire Perkins' daughter.

- (chuckling) Come on.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gunfire)

- Hey, kid.

You know what to do.

Don't let them out of your sight.

Here, gag him with that.

This is the softest job we ever had.

Wait 'til the mayor finds out
this is a real kidnapping.

(men laughing)

Yeah, he'll be all right there.

- Let's leave the horses here, eh, Fuzzy?

- All right.

- The americanos, they come.

- Francisco, he's not with them?

- No, Se\/tor Alcalde.

- Ah, then the first part
of our plan has succeeded.

- Pretty smooth work, eh, Fuzzy?

- If I hadn't known, they sure fooled me.

- All is well?

- A perfect job.

Fooled Francisco completely.

- Where'd they ambush him?

- About a mile from the
fork on the wood trail.

We took the left-hand turn as agreed.

- Where on the trail?

- By the clump of trees.

They were hidden behind it.

- [Manuel] Please, (speaking in Spanish).

You act like crazy man.

What it is?

- Your men were hidden two
miles past that clump of trees.

- [Manuel] You are sure?

- I placed them there myself.

- Then, it is a real kidnapping.

Who they were?

- I don't know.

I've never seen Mr. Jarvis' men before.

- I will send men out at once.

- Wait.

- Oh, my poor little Francisco.

- Arrest these men.

- Arrest my friend?

But why?

- You wouldn't listen to me
at the cantina, Mayor Torres,

but this man is El Puma.

This is one of his tricks.

- Ah, you're plum loco.

- [Jarvis] I can prove he's El Puma.

- They came in disguise
to Mexico, don't forget.

- You would do this to me,
amigo, when I trust you?

- Don't be a fool, Manuel.

- That's sound advice.

You'd better lock these men up, Mayor,

until you can check on them.

After all, you haven't
seen Cameron for years.

How do you know what he's been doing?

- I have no choice, Se\/tor Tom.

Place them in jail.

Then, go save my poor little Francisco.

(window crashing)

- It was Pedro.

(paper crinkling)

- 50,000 pesos or you'll never
see your son alive again.

It is signed El Puma.

- [Tom] Sorry to do this to you, Manuel.

(guitar crashing)

- After them, you fools.

- What's the matter with you?

(police speaking in Spanish)

(gunfire)

(speaking in Spanish)

(swords clanking)

(horses' hooves clomping)

- Gosh, I'm not sure I'm all in one piece.

What do you make of it?

- I'm not sure yet.

- What are you stoppin' here for?

- I'm trying to figure something out.

- There's a lot safer
places to do it then here.

- I don't wanna get too
far away from the hacienda.

I wanna keep my eye on Jarvis.

- Jarvis?

- Yeah, you see, the only people

who knew about that fake kidnapping

were Torres, Mendoza, and Jarvis.

Now, the first two are out as suspects.

That leaves only the rancher.

I got suspicious of him

when he blamed Pedro
for throwing that rock.

I'm sure Pedro's our friend.

He's not mixed up in this.

- Gosh, you think of everything, Tom.

- Even without the board of directors, eh?

- Where you goin'?

- I wanna get back towards the hacienda.

We'll wait for Jarvis to
leave and then follow him.

- Well, well?

- They escaped Se\/tor Alcalde.

- They did?

Well, I'll get them.

It takes an American to
deal with an American.

- I think that is one time, Lieutenant,

that Se\/tor Jarvis hit
the nail with the hammer.

(bushes rustling)

(horses' hooves clomping)

(upbeat fiddle and guitar music)

- Ah (speaking in Spanish).

Se\/tor, you're all right.

I'm so glad to see you.

- Thanks, Pedro.

Is Rosalie inside?

- Si, Se\/tor.

She will dance for you.

- Oh, not tonight.

We've got work to do.

- Work, bueno, can I help?

- Yes, was that Jarvis just rode up?

- Si, Jarvis is a bad hombre.

I hate him.

He make love to Rosalie,
and Rosalie, she loves.

- Yes, we know all about that.

Now, is there a window
where we can look through

and see what's going on
inside without being seen?

- Si, Se\/tor.

Follow me.

- We'd better leave
the horses here, Fuzzy.

We may have to make a quick getaway.

- [Fuzzy] That's an idea.

(upbeat fiddle and guitar music)

(men cheering and applauding)

. You Pig-

- Don't be so high and mighty, Rosalie.

Francisco's gone away.

- You lie.

- Sit down, and I'll tell you about it.

- Can you get Rosalie out here
without anyone getting wise?

You're in this too, you know.

- [Pedro] Si, Se\/tor.

I'm glad to be with the
Lone Rider, even in trouble.

(upbeat accordion music)

- So, you see, Rosalie,

maybe I can make you forget Francisco.

- Psst.

(speaking in Spanish)

- [Tom] You heard about Francisco?

- [Rosalie] Si, Se\/tor.

- Jarvis say Se\/tor Tom the Lone Rider.

He do this.

- [Rosalie] Not you, Se\/tor.

Rosalie know you would not
harm the son of your friend.

- [Tom] Would you like to help me

catch the man who did do it?

- Anything, Se\/tor.

I will do anything.

- I think Jarvis is mixed up in this.

Now, you go inside and see if you can hear

what he and those men are
talking about in the back room.

- [Rosalie] There is a little
closet next to the room,

and the walls are so thin.

It is Jarvis.

I can feel it.

He's jealous.

- Yes, I know, but I think
there's another motive.

Hurry now.

Careful.

- [Fuzzy] What do you
mean, another motive?

- I can answer that without permission

from the board of directors.
- From the board of directors.

I know.

(door clicking)

- I want ammunition and guns.

Plenty of guns.

- We've got plenty of guns.

- We've also got the mayor's son,

and before long all the police in Mexico

will be lookin' for us.

And if they find us, I
want those guns working.

- What do you mean?

- Hair triggers.

Now, you go to town the
first thing in the morning.

Find a good gunsmith.

Blindfold him, and take
him to the hideout.

(shoes clicking)

- Let's take him now and reap pole cats.

- No, our first job is to
find out where the hideout is

and then try and free Francisco.

- Oh.

- Pedro, do you know where
we can get some old guns?

- [Pedro] Guns?

Jose Romero, he's got plenty guns,

and he's a good friend of mine.

- That's fine.

Now, you stick to Jarvis.

Well, now you must if
you wanna help Francisco.

Try to find out where they're holding him.

Pretend you've changed your mind.

You don't love Francisco anymore.

- I will try, Se\/tor.

- Now, Pedro, get yourself a horse

and take us to Jose Romero pronto.

- [Pedro] Si, Se\/tor.

,60 In old Tijuana ,60

,60 A man without honor ,60

,60 Spreads terror over the plains ,60

,60 Had no heart and soul ,60

,60 Didn't care what he stole ,60

,60 He bragged of his ill-gotten gains ,60

,60 While stealing some cattle ,60

,60 He met with the battle ,60

,60 He shot up the town and then fled ,60

,60 On thousands of boards
there were posted rewards ,60

,60 A price that was placed on his head
,6O

,60 I'm Pancho the Mexican bandit ,60

,60 A tough hombre I must admit ,60

,60 I get such a thrill
in the men that I kill ,60

,60 I'm Pancho the Mexican bandit ,60

,60 In old Mexicali ,60

,60 He walked up an alley ,60

,60 And stepped into Pedro's cafe ,60

,60 He drank up his fill ,60

,6O Then he held the till ,6O

,60 And Pancho said he never pays ,60

,60 Then he was surrounded ,60

,60 And bullets they sounded ,60

,60 And men all around hit the dust ,60

,60 The sheriff then boarded old Pancho
,6O

,60 Because he said that
his trial would be just ,60

,60 I'm Pancho the Mexican bandit ,60

,60 A tough hombre I must admit ,60

,6O I Sit in the jail ,6O

,60 But there's more to this tale ,60

,60 I'm Pancho the Mexican bandit ,60

,60 Then early one morning
without any warning ,60

,60 They broke in the old coward loose
,eo

,60 It took seven men to
just hold and then ,60

,60 They had his old neck in a noose ,60

,60 That morning they hung me ,60

,60 And left when they strung me ,60

,60 For Pancho there was little hope ,60

,60 But I saved my life
with my trusty old knife ,60

,60 When I cut myself out of the rope ,60

,60 That's Pancho the Mexican bandit ,60

,60 A tough hombre, I must admit ,60

,60 He shouted ah viva ,60

,60 'Cause Pancho he livo ,60

,60 Said Pancho the Mexican bandit ,60

,60 I met the chiquita, a
sweet little se\/torita ,60

,60 What I did I cannot forget ,60

,60 Her sweetheart came in
and said while you begin ,60

,60 And shake up your old castanets ,60

,60 Ay yi that's Pancho the Mexican bandit
,6O

,60 A tough homber, I must admit ,60

,60 His life was so sad ,60

,60 Now we know it's a lot ,60

,60 For Pancho the Mexican bandit ,60

(men laughing)

(horses' hooves clomping)

- Ay ay, av av-

(Fuzzy speaking in Spanish)

The best guns.

He's sharp with the knives.

The best gunsmith in all Mexico.

Ay ay, the best guns.

(Fuzzy, Tom, and Pedro chattering)

The best guns in all Mexico.

I am Lopez.

I fix the guns.

- You fix guns?

- Si.
- Si, Se\/tor.

The best in all Mexico.

- Well, I got a job for ya.

- Ah, fate, she smiles
on Jose and his amigos.

- The guns are up at our camp.

You'll come up there with us.

- Si, si, Se\/tor.

- But we'll have to
blindfold you and your parts.

The boss is doin' some
secret experiments up there,

and we gotta be careful who we take there.

- Jose, he understand.

I have uncle and Chief Wawa.

He like with monkey
business with gun powder.

One day he go poof and
bang and no more uncle.

- All right, Steve, you blindfold
them and drive the wagon.

- All right.

(whistling)

- In here.

Ha.

In there.

Whoa.

- Take the blindfolds off.

Steve, you look after
the horses and the wagon.

Come on, get inside.

Come on, get in.

- Ha.

- Buenos dias.

(man responding in Spanish)

- Gunsmiths.

Jose here said they can do everything

with a shootin' line but
make it sit up and beg.

- Where'd you pick 'em up?

- On the road.

- You bring strangers here?

- Why not?

Jarvis said to have 'em fix the guns.

He wants hair triggers on
all of 'em, just in case.

- I don't like it.

Neither one of 'em looks like

he knew which is the business
end of a six shooter.

- Oh, no, Se\/tor.

Jose he shoot pretty good.

(Speaking Spanish)

- Yeah?

I'm curious to see if you can
shoot as smart as you talk.

(gunshot sounding)

- Half an inch from the bullseye, Fred.

- It's your turn.

(gunshots sounding)

- He hit every one dead center.

- I don't believe it.

It's my doggone 9""-

Nobody could hit a 10-foot
pole with the bland thing.

- Ah, Se\/tor Fred.

If Jose fix this gun, then
you shoot as never before.

- That's a good idea.

- Hey, look mine over too
while you're at it, will ya?

- With pleasure.

Hey, boys, your guns, Jose fix them good.

- My trigger needs fixin.
- Same here.

You can fix my sight on this gun.

- [Tom] Yes, come Pedro.

- You can fix mine.

- Steve, lay down your gun.
- Sure.

- Where we work, here?

- Oh, let 'em work out
of the back room, huh?

- [Fred] No, the kid's in there.

Put 'em up front.

- All right, come on with me.

(upbeat fiddle and guitar music)

- Hello, Rosalie.

I see you're getting smarter.

- Smart enough, Se\/tor,
to know you are El Puma.

- Why, you're imagining things.

- Perhaps El Gobernador will
not think so when I tell him.

- Well, that wouldn't be so smart.

- (laughing) I thought you would admit it.

El Puma, he's a famous man.

If I had known, but now it is too late.

- You mean you don't
love Francisco anymore?

- Francisco, he's a sweet boy,

but you, you are more richer than he is.

And Rosalie, she loves beautiful things.

- I'll give them to ya.

- We marry?

- Sure, I'll give you everything you want.

I'll make you forget
you ever knew Francisco.

- Oh, yes, Francisco, he was nice to me.

I would not like to remember him dead.

- If you'll go away with me,
I'll have him turned loose.

- If I could trust you.

- I'll prove it to you.

I'll take you to him now.

- Ay, I go, Se\/tor. (speaking Spanish)

- Ha.

- Oh, boy, oh, boy.

I'm so hungry that if I had a little salt,

I'd eat the barrel right off this gun.

- Well, you just ate
a couple of hours ago.

- That Rosalie, how she can cook

the frijoles and tortillas.

And what an enchilada she make, mmm.

(smacking sound)

- Will you stop talkin'
about somethin' to eat?

- I do not need the face wash.

(speaking in Spanish)

- No, break it up, break it up.

If I thought they weren't gonna
feed us for a little while,

I'd try and let Francisco know we're here.

(tapping)

(tapping)

That wall's thin enough to cut through.

(tapping)

Francisco?

Hey?

(tapping)

Tom Cameron.

Can you hear me?

(tapping)

Francisco?

(tapping)

(door creaking)

(door banging)

- Ah, you were just the man
which I have been looking for.

- Hurry up with those guns.

We need 'em.

- They will be fixed pronto.

(door clicking)

(horses' hooves clomping)

- About finished with those guns, Jose?

- Si, Se\/tor, they are all finished.

- All right, take 'em
downstairs, and Marty'll pay ya.

(guns clanking)

- These guns are now all
in first-class condition.

- Well, if they shoot
as good as yours does,

they're bound to be all right.

- They will shoot like
never before, Se\/tor.

And now, adios.

- Adios.
- Adios.

(speaking in Spanish)

- What are these men doing here?

- Why, they're gunsmiths.

- Well, that's Tom
Cameron, the Lone Rider.

This is Jones, his partner.

Pedro.

Well, we'll have to take good care of you.

You're going to be a relation
of mine, eh, Rosalie?

- Certainly, and why not?

- This gives me an idea.

We'll take them along with us tonight,

and when we finish the
bank job we'll leave them.

Why should we take the blame?

I figure that's a good way of
getting rid of the Lone Rider

and El Puma at the same time.

Take them upstairs and lock 'em up.

- Come on, up you go.

(men chattering)

- There must be some way out of here.

- Why don't you consult
that board of directors?

Maybe they can help you out.

- Maybe I will.

I've gotta get the alcalde up here

and prove to him that Jarvis is El Puma.

- How are you gonna do that?

,60 Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream ,60

,60 Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ,60

,60 Life is but a dream ,60

,60 Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream ,60

,60 Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ,60

,6O Life is but ,6O

,60 Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream ,60

,60 Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ,60

,60 Life is but a dream ,60

,60 Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream ,60

,60 Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ,60

,60 Life is but a dream ,60

(table banging)

,60 Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ,60

,60 Life is but a dream ,60

- Now, get Francisco out of
that room as fast as you can.

I'll see ya later.

(door banging)

- Now, that's the route we'll take.

We'll go into town through the south pass.

When we get there, we'll fan out.

Now, you'd better check the horses.

We're riding in an hour.

(door banging)

- Hey, you.

- No, Jarvis wants him alive.

Come on.

(fence clattering)

(men grunting)

(Tom whistling)

- Ya.

(horse hooves clomping)

- I tried to get him, Jarvis.

- Don't explain.

Don't explain.

Go after him.

No, wait a minute.

Get the rest of the boys.

We've gotta ride pronto.

(horse hooves clomping)

(saw grinding)

(wood clunking)

- Shh.

Don't worry, son.

Everything's all right.

- Si, Francisco.

(Speaking Spanish)

- Almost four hours.

My poor little Francisco.

- You are going to pay the ransom?

- What else can I do, but?

(horse hooves clomping)

There is he.

After him.

(horses' hooves clomping)

- You thought you'd get away.

You've got to get up
earlier to fool El Puma.

- You can't blame us for tryin'.

- We'll get along just as
well without your pal too.

The police will take care of him.

- On the other side of that rock

is the hideout where
they're holding Francisco.

Now, come on, we'll rush them.

- Well, we cannot do this.

They will kill us all.

- Oh, ho, not with the guns they've got.

Come on.

- Marty, Bart.

Try and hold 'em off.

Get back, kid.

Get back in here.

(door banging)

(lock clicking)

When they get close
enough, let 'em have it.

(gun clicking)

(gun clicking)

- All right, up with your hands.

(Lieutenant speaking Spanish)

- All right, go on.

Get goi"9-

(gunshot sounding)

(door banging)

(gunshot sounding)

(gun clunking)

(gun part clunking)

(gunshots sounding)

(door banging)

- [Tom] All right, take 'em, men.

- Francisco, my boy.

(men chattering)

(chair clattering)

(door banging)

(men grunting)

(table clattering)

(speaking in Spanish)

- Oh, Francisco, I am so
glad you do not got hurted.

- It is to Rosalie that
you should say gracias.

She has helped to find me.

If it were not for her,
I might have been killed.

- Rosalie, you save the life of my son?

You are worthy of the dons.

I give my consent to your
marriage, my children.

(Rosalie speaking Spanish)

- Se\/tor Torres, (speaking Spanish).

(furniture banging)

(pan clanging)

- It is Se\/tor Tom.

He is fighting Se\/tor Jarvis.

- Se\/tor Jarvis?

- Si, Se\/tor Jarvis is El Puma.

- Jarvis, El Puma?

- Si.

- Come, I will kill
him with my bare hands.

(speaking in Spanish)

(pots clanging)

(door banging)

- Ah, way to get him.

Did the board of directors
have anything to do with this?

- No, that was my own idea.

- Amigo, amigo, please
forgive poor Manuel.

- Why sure, that's easy.

(laughing)

- And you, Fuzzy.

(everyone laughing)

Well, I do not see why you wish.

My honor, mi rancho, all is yours.

Not only do I got my son again,

but I got a daughter too.

- I'd like to stay, Manuel,

but you see Sheriff Briggs'
trial begins in three days.

And we've got to get back to San Juan.

- Oh.

- So, until we see you again.

- Si.

- Adios.

(speaking in Spanish)

(men chattering in Spanish)

- Adios.

- Hey, Torres kind of threw his

family tree out the window, didn't he?

- Why, he certainly did.

Well, his board of
directors advised him to.

- Oh.

Well, I'm sure glad
that they did something

mighty sweet and romantic.

- Ro