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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.

(bell dinging) Jeff Adams!

I can't believe it's you.

I should've let you know I was coming, but I wanted

to surprise you.

Oh, if Dad were only here to see you.

Oh, you were like his own son.

I know.

From the first day I joined the force, he was more like a father

to me than a superior officer.

New York Mounted Police, huh?

We'd better get rid of him quick, he's poison.

Well, how did you happen to come?

As soon as we heard about your father, the boys

took up a collection.

I was the lucky one.

The commissioner chose me to come out here and investigate.

He even let me ship my horse!

(door opening) So you're a cop, huh?

That's right.

Any law against cops out here?

No, but we don't want 'em.

We don't need 'em.

Supposed we say I'm visiting Miss Mallory then.

I know her old man was a New York cop too.

Say, did she send for you?

Mister...

I don't like your talk.

And I don't like your face.

And I'm gonna change it for ya.

Jeff, I'll get help.

You better get plenty because you're gonna need it.

Hey, Cisco, why you are so always so wonderful to me, eh?

You put my initials on everything, look, "NYMP,"

Nice young man Pancho.

(laughs) Pancho, you are

a nice young man, but those are not your initials.

That's New York Mounted Police.

I wonder what they're doing here.

No matter what they're doing here, these New York Mountain

Police they should be back in the New York mountains.

Let's see what happens there, Pancho, come on.

(laughter) Move it!

Hey, Pancho, they're three against one.

And that, amigo, we never like, do we?

Come on!

Trouble, here we come again.

Just doing a little house cleaning for you Ruth.

Well, I hope you didn't neglect the corners.

I'd introduce these men, Ruth, but I don't know

who they are.

Except they became mighty good friends of mine all of a sudden.

I am the Cisco Kid.

and this is my very good friend, Pancho.

Handsome, brave, and very modest.

You are pleased to meet me.

Oh, I've often heard about you.

I'm Ruth Mallory, and this is Jeff Adams,

my father's best friend.

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

Thanks for your help.

I sure needed it.

You're most welcome.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

Well senor, now that you have proven yourself,

you'll probably never have trouble again.

Well, there may be more to it than that, Cisco.

See, I came out here for a purpose.

We may as well tell you, Cisco.

Jeff is here to investigate my father's death.

You see, Ruth's father bought this hotel from a man

named Saunders.

Then one day, Saunders wanted to buy it back.

Mr. Mallory refused.

That's when he started getting these threatening letters.

I see.

I don't misunderstand you, the Mr. Saunders, he--

sold the hotel, and now he wants to buy it back again-- uh, why?

Well, he thinks something valuable is hidden here.

Could there be some gold around here?

No one knows.

After we bought this place, Dad found a diary and some notes

in the room an old man, an explorer who had lived here.

The explorer was dead before you came out here,

wasn't he, Ruth?

Yes, but Saunders didn't know about the diary

til Dad found it.

He used to keep it in the safe up here,

but when the threats started to come, he moved it downstairs.

This way, I'll show you.

Let's have a look in this safe.

This leads to the cellar.

Would you open it please, Cisco?

Of course.

This diary and these notes were left here by the old

explorer.

Saunders claims that since he owned the hotel when the old man

lived here, he owns these too.

We'll go through these later.

Maybe we can find out what the old man found and where it is.

Ruth, has anybody ever tried to rob this safe

to get these papers?

No, why?

Because if anyone ever does try, it could constitute a felony.

Then the law could take over.

Oh, Saunders is the only law around here.

And that's no law at all.

Better put these back in here.

(sneezing) Salud.

What's the matter, Pancho, why are you sneezing?

Ooh, Cisco, I'm so cold.

I'm freezeling.

I'm gonna get ammonia.

(chuckling) Now I'll show you how we

break up street mobs in New York.

Up, Bowery!

Up, boy!

Ah!

Look, Cisco, this horse is almost as good

as my horse Loco, eh?

I think Bowery's the best there is.

I'll bet he's even faster than yours.

(Pancho laughs) No, sir.

No horse is faster than Loco, no horse.

Uh, well maybe Diablo, huh?

I'll tell you how you can settle this fast.

Jeff, how about a race from here to the hotel?

All right, and I've got an idea.

Let's have the race that's popular with the horsemen

in the Arabian Desert, It's called the "Winner Loses"

race.

Winner loses?

(laughs) That don't make no senses.

Look, first we swap horses...

Yeah.

Then we race.

The horse that comes in first wins for his owner,

but loses for his rider.

You get it?

No.

Good, Pancho, I'll ride your horse.

Then I'll ride Cisco's.

Then I get what's left over.

I don't choose, huh?

Are you sure you understand this, Pancho?

Well, my brains is mixed up.

I know what you say, but I don't understand what

you mean.

But it's so simple, Pancho.

Look-- Who, me?

No, no, no, the race.

If you come in first, I win.

Why?

Because you're riding my horse.

Oh...

You give us the gun, Cisco?

Fine, let's mount.

(gunshot) Congratulations, Pancho.

(laughs) Congranulations for what?

For having a horse fast enough to lose the race for you!

Pancho, you have the fastest losing horse in the west.

Oh, let's just-- let's race again, and maybe

I can have better bad luck next time, huh?

Well, amigo, you and Jeff will have to race alone.

I have some business to attend to.

But, Cisco, you don't know nobody here.

Jeff, here is your horse.

See you later, amigos.

Pancho, I want to have a talk with that fellow Saunders

that Ruth was telling us about.

I want to talk to him to, but not very bad.

From what she told us, I think I know

where we can find him.

Let's go.

Fine bunch of creampuffs.

One city cop beats the ears off all three of you.

Look, Saunders, me and the boys would have pulverized

that copper if those other two jokers hadn't horned in.

Why, the cop would have cut you to pieces even without help.

I happened to be from the big burg myself, Saunders, remember?

I had plenty of run ins with those cops back there.

I know how to handle them.

Sure you know how to handle them.

That's why you served ten years for safe cracking.

Listen, if you'd let me blow that safe when I wanted to,

I would have had them papers and things for you a long time

ago.

Morgan, my smart, eastern friend, safe cracking is

illegal, and this is a law-abiding town.

Law-abiding, ha!

That's a laugh.

It's no laugh, believe me.

That's how we get things our own way around here.

Because nobody breaks the law.

So I run this town without a sheriff or a marshal.

You see this?

That's a marshal's badge.

I took it from a fellow that had no further use for it.

Look at it close, Morgan.

Because if you ever see one of these around town, it might

mean trouble.

Mister Saunders?

Yes, and so you're the famous Cisco Kid.

Well, sit down.

Sit down.

Say, isn't that Cisco's horse?

Yeah, I wonder why he visit Mr. Saunders.

That's what I'd like to know.

Well, what can I do for you?

Maybe there is something I can do for you, senor.

Oh, really?

I understand that you are highly interested in a certain

paper that Ms. Mallory has in her safe at the hotel.

Papers?

Oh, yes, yes, naturally.

Those papers are mine.

She has no right to them.

I owned the hotel at the time old Bradshaw lived there

and made the discovery.

That's the point.

I think you should get what is yours.

You know, I would be ashamed to pieces if Cisco would catch

me eavesdropping.

Just what is your proposition, Cisco?

Oh, I really don't have any proposition at all.

I just want to be on the right side

and help others get what is theirs.

Now, maybe my help will be worth something to you.

Well, maybe.

Just how do you intend to help me?

You probably know that Mallory changed the lock

on the safe.

Yeah.

Well, senor, I have the means to open it.

You meet me in an hour at the hotel,

and I will give you the combination.

Well, senor, I'll meet you in an hour.

Uh, what about the cop and the girl and your

friend Pancho?

Oh, don't worry about them.

They'll not interfere.

I will see to that.

Cisco.

Pancho, Jeff.

We was eavesdrooping on you, Cisco.

Well, Cisco, I just seen the slimiest double-cross

I've ever run into.

Jeff, what you heard sounds very bad for me,

but it was done for a purpose.

Now, trust me for an hour, and I'll explain everything.

And besides that, Jeff, I'll need your help

when the time comes.

To help you rob the safe?

You should have invited me sooner, before you talked

to Saunders.

Yeah, but Senor Jeff-- Jeff, be careful.

Thanks.

Mr. Saunders?

That's right, come in.

I'm Jeff Adams of the New York Mounted Police.

How do you do, Mr. Adams?

I'd like to see your credentials.

My credentials, for what?

They tell me you're the law in this town.

That's right.

Prove it.

Well, I'd be very glad to.

Sit down.

I don't have to prove anything to you, Adams.

Get 'em up.

Come on in, boys.

Here's a friend of yours.

And if you can use a New York Police service pistol,

help yourself, Morgan.

And look what else I found, boss.

All my life I've been wanting to put the cuffs on a copper.

Well, then put 'em on outside, we're going back to

town.

Bring him, men.

Good work, Morgan.

Tie him to that post.

Ruth?

Ruth?

Ruth?

Ruth?

Ruth?

Cisco, it looks like then was nobody here.

Good, we just have enough time to do our work

before Saunders gets here.

What are you gonna do, Cisco, go down in that old, cold cellar

again? Brrr.

Next time I do this, I'm gonna bring Loco's blanket with me.

Cisco, you better hurry up and change the combination

before Saunders gets here.

He'll be here pretty soon.

Don't be impatient, Pancho.

Relax.

Relapse?

What do you mean relapse?

I'm so cold, Cisco.

This place gives me the creepers.

(crates banging) Cisco, Cisco, come, come.

Cisco, look!

An Indian grave.

Cisco, I don't know...

(stammering) Don't wake up, Mr. Indian.

He-- He sleep.

Let's get out of here, Cisco.

This may very well be the buried treasure that

Saunders thinks he wants.

No, Cisco, this ain't no buried treasure.

This is an Indian.

It might have been, to the old explorer.

Now, look, Pancho, we can't let Saunders see this

until we're ready.

See, here, you take these crates and pack them up

the way they were before.

But this time, you stay behind.

Stay here.

Oh, Cisco, I gotta stay here all by myself

and sleep here, Cisco?

Pancho, there is not gonna be much time for sleep.

Now, I'll signal you the minute we catch Saunders red-handed.

Now, hurry up, put them up there.

But I don't want to stay with the Indian.

Ooh.

But I thought you were out.

That's quite evident.

Ruth, I'll explain everything later.

I assure you, whatever I am doing, it's for

your best interest.

Of all the things I don't understand.

I'm sorry, senorita, but I don't want to hurt you.

(moaning) Senorita,

you must be patient.

I'm only doing this for your own good.

Everything ready?

Sure, everything is ready.

Pancho's taking a siesta, and the policeman,

he's out of town.

He sure is.

Let's get to work.

Hey, where's the safe?

It's in the cellar.

Old man Mallory had it moved.

Oh, he did?

All right, you stay here and make sure we're not disturbed.

Is the girl here?

(muffled) All right, come on.

The combination.

Here you are.

Is that a six or an eight?

See, that's six.

(horse whinnying) Bowery!

Bowery, come here.

Am I glad to see you, boy.

Hold it, boy.

Give me that key.

Good boy.

This combination won't work!

Somebody must have changed it.

There's only one way to get this cracker box open.

And that's something you've been wanting to do

for a long time.

Go to it.

About ready?

Soon as I get this fuse set.

(Sanders) You've got it cut too short.

We won't have time to get upstairs!

I know what I'm doing.

(sneezing) Hey, Pancho taking

a siesta, huh?

What are you doing in there?

Uh, there ain't nobody in here but us Indians.

Indians?

Well, that's what the old geezer found.

Some treasure, huh, Saunders?

Shut up.

What about the safe?

Never mind that.

We know now that we don't need it.

All right, get 'em up.

You, get in the corner, there.

You too.

You too!

Pancho, you keep them covered while they follow me up.

Glad you made it, Jeff.

Nice work.

Pancho, get them over there and keep them covered.

I'm going to release Ruth.

Andale, quick.

Mr. Jeff, Cisco catch these fellows trying to blow up

the safe, and the fuse is still in the safe door.

Well, Saunders, you fell right into Cisco's trap,

didn't you?

You broke the law.

Now I can arrest you.

You can't arrest nobody, flatfoot, you're only

a New York cop.

Not quite, Morgan.

Look, marshal, I can explain this--

As we say in New York, Mr. Saunders,

tell it to the judge.

Hey, Cisco, Jeff!

Take a look, I got a wire telegraph for you.

Look, good news, it's good news.

Good news?

Yeah!

Pancho, if this telegram is for me, how do you know

what's in it?

Well, I know what's in it because I look at it through the

corner of one eye, Cisco.

I could see it's good news.

Ah, Pancho!

Say, it's from Dr. Powell.

You mean Powell of the Bedford Museum?

That's right.

And he says he will pay $5,000 rew--

for the Indian grave downstairs to the senorita!

Five-thousand dollars?

Oh, Jeff!

He says that this is the only one that hasn't been

absolutely wrecked.

Why, Ruth, congratulations, dear.

Thank you, Cisco.

You don't know what this means to us.

I think he does.

The New York Mounted Police will have to do

without me now, Cisco.

Ruth and I are getting married.

Cisco, the winner, this time he wins, huh?

Oh, Pancho!

(laughing) Cisco!

Que bonita!

Cisco!

Well, this is where we leave you, amigos.

But we'll be back soon!

Look for us!

(laughing)