All language subtitles for The.Cisco.Kid.S02E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Here's adventure.

Here's romance.

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

"The Cisco Kid."

Hello, Flying Cloud.

(speaking foreign language)
Cisco, Pancho.

Hi, Flying Cloud.

Say, you don't look one days
older than you do three years

ago and that don't even seem
like day after tomorrow.

But I feel older.

Very much older.

Trouble?

Yes, Cisco.

That is why I sent smoke signals
for you to meet me here.

What happened?

I found out that guns
and ammunition are being sold

to renegade Comanche Red Moon.

You know what that means.

Cisco, that means war.

Yes, Pancho.

War and death,
to my tribe and other

peaceful Indians.

Bring in military rule.

This must not happen, Cisco.

Have you any idea
who's selling these guns

and ammunition to Red Moon
and where they come from?

I am not sure, Cisco.

But I think they be brought
from express office in Benton.

Benton, eh?

We'll see you soon.

Where you been, boss?

Stage has been in for
half an hour.

I got delayed at the bank.

Got anything special for us
on the stage?

Yeah, a trunk.

It's inside and so is Bugsy.

Sweep up those shavings.

Hi, Bugsy.

Hi, boss.

Run into any trouble?

Trouble?

No, why?

I just got word that
Chief Flying Cloud has sent for

the Cisco Kid and Pancho
to stop our little game.

Hey, that's not so good.

What are we gonna do
if they show up?

Well, first things first.

Let's check the shipment.

Lock the door.

Gold weighing this much
wouldn't bring half the price.

One more shipment
and Chief Red Moon will have

his 200 firing stakes.

Yeah, if Cisco doesn't
upset our apple cart.

You and the boys will
see that he doesn't.

How?

I don't even know
what he looks like.

I don't either.

But I've heard that Cisco rides
a Paint and Pancho a Palomino.

What do you want us to do?

Keep a 24-hour watch in town
for 'em?

No, just patrol the road
coming in to town.

Now I don't care what you do
to get them, but get them.

Okay, Dixon.

Come on.

Pancho, now,
you mustn't lose your temper

over a little feather like that.

Remember, you're an Indian.

Chief Wa-Ho.

Wa-Ho to you with
bells and big bells, too.

You know, this playing
make-believe Indian isn't

so funny.

But I thought you
enjoyed it, Pancho.

How can you think things like
that, Cisco, when my pants,

they itch and the feather,
it tickles

and Loco is mad because I've
got his blankets and if

my Maria find this out,
she's gonna say I don't got

one little piece of brain
in my whole head.

Why do you want me to
play this Wa-Ho, why?

I told you a dozen times,
Pancho.

We can't take chances of
being recognized.

Look out, Pancho.

Someone is coming.

Pancho, they didn't even
give us a second glance.

Cisco, I don't know,
all of a sudden,

I don't feel pretty good.

Here.

Try some of your own medicine,
Chief Wa-Ho.

(groaning)
We better have a look

in that wagon.

That Cisco's
a pretty tricky guy.

They're riding back, Pancho.

Keep your gun where
you can draw fast.

You are telling me.

Keep them covered.

Hold up, peddler.

Professor Lombardi
at your service.

Take a look back there.

Kindly step forward, gents.

Two's company
and three's a crowd.

And Professor Lombardi will
always open shop for a crowd.

Now, my wares come from
all over the world.

From across the China sea,
India, South America.

Each and every--
Save it, save it.

We're not marketing.

I beg your pardon.

When I see customers,
I can't help myself.

Hey, what'd ya find?

Not a thing, Bugsy.

Let's go.

Oh, by the way, do you know
the Cisco Kid and Pancho?

Oh, you mean the tall
fine-looking man and that

moth-eaten frijole-guzzler
that always follows him around?

Yeah, have you seen them?

If those two are around,
Professor Lombardi is closing up

shop and moving on.

We may save you the trouble.

Thank you, friend.

Thank you.

(chuckling)
So...

so I'm a frijole-guzzler, eh?

Pancho, I thought you
liked frijoles.

Sure, I like frijoles,
but the way you say it,

it sounds like I am full of
moth balls

instead of frijoles.

Well, anyway, they're after
us and that's good.

They're after us
and that's good, eh?

Yes.

What's good about it?

We're getting closer to
the man who sells the guns.

And now, ladies and gents,
draw closer to your friendly

Professor Lombardi.

Before we put this fine medicine
on sale-- a medicine containing

ingredients from all over
the world and which will be sold

for half original price--
you will be entertained

by the great Chief Wa-Ho
of the Susquehannok tribe.

At this moment, it gives me
great pleasure to introduce to

you the one and only
medical genius Chief Wa-Ho.

How.

That's the first time
I've ever seen an Indian

with a mustache.

My good man...

have you ever been East?

Yes, I have.

Have you ever been South?

Yes, I've been South.

Well, uh, have you ever
been North?

Never been up North.

Well, had you been North,
you'd know that all the Indians

there have a mustache.

On account of the cold weather.

Take it away, Chief.

Rope.

Maybe you got pony.

Never tie pony this way...

... because pony, he gets loose.

Peekaboo juice,
good medicine.

Good for animal and other
kind of people.

Him for "mooses,"
gooses and papooses.

Can I do something for you?

Oh, how do you do, sir?

Professor Lombardi
at your service, sir.

I was expecting a shipment of
whatnots and trinkets for sale.

Lombardi?

Yes, uh, Lorenzo Lombardi.

Sorry, I don't see
anything here for you.

Nothing?

Are you sure?

Look for yourself.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Who like buy this bottle
Peekaboo juice?

One drink, kick up heels.

Two drink, you kick over teepee.

Let's see you drink
some of it.

And then maybe I'll buy
a couple of bottles.

Oh, so you don't believe
Pancho, eh-- Oh!

Pancho, him descendent from
great Susquehannok

Panchohondis,
who get recipe from

Chief Hoopahoolahoola.

All right, Mr. Cisco Kid.

I told you before, the name
was Professor Lombardi.

And I say it's the Cisco Kid.

Your pal Pancho just
spilled the beans.

You must be mistaken.

My partner--
Oh, no, I'm not!

What's going on here?

Who fired that shot?

What's all this ruckus about?

This is the Cisco Kid.

So?

Maybe I can explain,
Miss, uh...

Benton, Sally Benton.

Oh, Benton?

You have the same name
as the town.

This is my town and I run it,
from the barbershop to

the lumber mill.

Now, start explaining.

Well, miss, I came in here
looking for rifles.

Spencer repeaters.

They are being smuggled and sold
to the Comanche Indians.

Here in this office?

Yes.

And where do you expect to
find those rifles?

In that trunk over there.

So I'm selling guns
to Indians, now--

Well, I didn't say that--
Well, you might just

as well have.

That trunk happens to be mine.

Give him the keys, Dixon.

Let him look for himself.

Thank you, miss.

You're very kind.

That one.

What happened, Cisco?

Nothing, Pancho.

You better be careful.

You might get shot by one of
those rifles in that trunk.

My apologies, miss.

Do you mind if I take
a piece of this?

I'd like to match it to
a shirt someday.

Come on, Pancho.

Goodbye, miss.

Let's went.

(door closing)
What's the matter, Dixon?

Can't you run the business
without my help?

Cisco, what's the matter?

What you thinking?

Tell me what you wanted.

Pancho, here.

Take a look at this
piece of cloth.

What's the matter with
the cloth-- ooh.

Got a little spot on it,
that's all.

Smell it.

Say, where-- where I smell
that smell before, Cisco?

Where I smell it?

On your new gun, Pancho.

This was left by grease that is
used to preserve the inside

of a gun barrel.

Yeah, but the gun
wasn't in the trunk.

Yes, Pancho.

You think maybe the girl--
Maybe.

But I'm sure that this Dixon
has something to do with it.

Otherwise, why would he
try to shoot at me?

Cisco, I'm glad they
find you out.

Now we can give the wagon back
to the man and get back in

our own clothes, eh?

What do you make of it,
Pancho?

I don't know, Cisco.

Look like they're taking some of
those-- what do you call them?

Those sticks under the rail--
The ties.

Yeah, the ties.

To the railroad man.

Yes.

Those ties must be from
the girl's lumber mill.

Yeah?

Let's follow the wagon
and see what happens.

Hey, we're being followed by
Pancho and Cisco.

You take the wagon on through.

I'll go on out
and cover you from there.

Giddyap.

Look, Cisco.

The man on the horse,
he has went.

Maybe he has gone home, huh?

And maybe he
saw us, Pancho.

You follow the wagon
and keep your eyes open.

I'll catch up to you later.

Bueno.

Hold it!

Hi-yah!

Get off of that wagon.

Keep your hands up.

Get off this wagon, get off.

Hey, Cisco.

My brains is all jumbled up
like scrambled eggs

and bread.

Well, I'm sort of mixed-up
myself, Pancho.

It's very strange.

Why should these people who
carry railroad ties shoot at us?

All we wanted to do is
ask them a few questions.

Are you asking me
or telling me?

Neither, Pancho.

(tapping)
(hollow thudding)

Nobody home, Cisco.

Try it again, Pancho.

(hollow thudding)
That's funny.

These two are solid.

(hollow thudding)
That's hollow, all right.

They must have something
inside of it.

Hey, Cisco!

They are using the railroad ties
to smuggle the guns to

the Comanches!

Yes, Pancho.

Cisco, it's about time
we go after that fellow Dixon.

Yes, Pancho, but first we'll
have to have a talk

with the girl.

Ay, the girl.

Do all white girls think of
nothing but making money?

And what does a Comanche girl
think about, Cheewee?

Oh, the moon.

The sun.

The troubles of her people.

We all have our troubles,
Cheewee.

As soon as I finish this
invoice, we'll have lunch.

Yes, Miss Benton.

(knocking)
Yes?

Miss Benton, please.

Who is it, Cheewee?

A tall man dressed in black.

He's been riding in hills.

Him called Cisco Kid.

Now what is it?

Those guns, miss.

Oh, the guns again.

Yes.

You may get lunch now,
Cheewee.

For two?

For one.

A Comanche, right?

Yes.

And in your house,
Miss Benton?

What is that to
do with your guns?

My guns?

Whose guns are they?

I've been watching them being
smuggled out of your town.

Oh, the guns you found
in the trunk, I suppose.

No.

This time I have proof.

Come in, Pancho.

Ha-ha, look, señorita.

I am the strongest man
in the whole world.

I can hold it up with one hand
and one eye closed.

Whoa-oh, look at that.

I am so strong, sometimes
I can't stand myself, huh?

I was having lots of fun out
there, Cisco.

Watch this, miss.

These guns were being smuggled
to the Comanches in these

fakey railroad ties,
just like this one.

That's unbelievable.

Ah, but they'll never
get this shipment.

You said a full of your
mouth that time, Cisco.

Now I'm beginning to
understand something that's

been like a puzzle to me.

There's no puzzle to
Cisco and Pancho.

Quiet, Pancho.

Please go on, Miss Benton.

I should say more like
the pieces of a puzzle

and now they're all beginning
to fit together.

I've known for some time that
Dixon has been trying to

buy my holdings in Benton.

I've also been wondering why he
was buying my railroad ties.

They all fit together.

What are we
going to do, Cisco?

Well, Miss Benton, first of
all, Pancho and I will turn over

all these rifles we found
to the comandante of

the army post in
Kerville.

And then we'll look into
this Dixon matter and if

we can find him--
So that's how you

repay my kindness!

Spying on me.

But, Miss Benton--
Who put you up to this?

Dixon, Red Moon?

Me mean no harm.

Me only curious.

You're lying.

No, me speak truth.

Why, you talk or I'll--
Please, Miss Benton,

let her go.

I don't think she's lying.

But, Cisco!

It's only human nature
to be curious.

That only reason me listen.

Me curious.

All right, run along now.

Thank you, tall man.

Cisco, I think you make
a big mistake to let her go.

I did, eh, Pancho?

Well, take a look
out of this window.

What I told you, Cisco?

I bet she's going over to warn
this Dixon and Red Moon, huh?

That's exactly what
I want her to do, Pancho.

But I don't understand.

It's very simple,
Miss Benton.

We can't prove anything
against Dixon.

Now these railroad ties
come from your lumberyard.

He could easily lay the blame
at your door.

I knew the girl was listening.

That's why I said that we were
going to take the rifles to

the army post.

Now Dixon is certain to try
to get them away from us.

And when he does that, we'll
have him just where we want him.

Yeah, but how you gonna do
this little tricks?

Pancho, you're going to
drive the wagon with the guns.

I will not drive
the wagon with guns.

Pancho, you're going to
drive the wagon with the guns.

No, I will not drive
the wagon with the guns, Cisco!

I will not take the wagon
with the guns.

Hmm.

You are a little nervous,
eh, Pancho?

Who, me?

Hmph.

Hey, Mr. Cisco,
I am a little nervous.

But I'm gonna told you
one thing.

If they kill me this time,
that will be the last time I

ever talk to you again
some more.

(speaking foreign language)
(men whooping)

They don't like that
little surprise.

Naughty little gun, huh?

What are you trying to do?

Kill me, huh?

I guess we better help.

Not so fast.

Give me that rope.

Get off those horses.

Good little guns.

Don't worry, boys.

I'll be back for you.

Bueno, Cisco.

(men whooping)
(laughing)

That do it, Cisco!

They're on the run!

What are you doing here,
Flying Cloud?

On my way to reservation,
I heard shooting

and rode over to
see what it was about.

It was a good thing, Cisco,
'cause he killed the Indian

who wanted to kill you.

There will be no war.

Red Moon is dead.

Let's pick up the wounded
and take them to town.

And there I was, all alone
together by myself when

60 Comanches come charging at me
from the left and 600 from the

right and 6,000 from the front--
How many, Pancho?

Well, it was a half
a dozen anyhow

and, ooh, they was big
like "mooses."

I didn't have no bullets in my
gun, so what I did-- I took

each one together by himself
and bumped their heads

like that, see?

(laughing)
Pancho is the most strongest man

in the whole
48 American states.

There's only 46 states
in the union.

Yeah, well, when they get
the other two, I will still be

the strongest.

You see this railroad tie
over here?

That's very, very heavy,
but Pancho will pick it up with

one hand and hold it
on top of his head.

You can't even do it
with both hands.

Oh, I can't,
Mr. Wiseguy, huh?

I bet you my shirt on it.

If you had another shirt--
Hey, I will prove it.

Just a minute, Pancho.

I wouldn't try that
if I were you.

That railroad tie is very heavy.

You may hurt your back.

Don't worry about that,
Cisco.

Well, it's your own account.

This is only the commencing.

Don't go away.

Hey, Pancho.

You're not very good at playing
Indian, but you sure made that

fake railroad tie look heavy.

Fake, what do you mean fake?

That's a real one.

Somebody doubled-up crossed me.

You know, Cisco, you can't
trust nobody nowadays.

(laughing)
Oh, Pancho.

Oh, Cisco.

Goodbye, amigos!

See you soon!

Ha!