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Manolo!

Manolo!

The old man is raging again.

Well, what is it this time?

It's you, but he takes it out on everyone.

Find him, Manolo.

It is nothing!

A few bruises, a drop of blood perhaps.

And what if when I fight him

it is like the other time?

You were only seven, but you were there, you saw.

It will not be that way again.

The boy was bigger, and you were younger,

and afraid in front of the others,

and fear made you crazy.

You kept hitting him when you did not know

that he could no longer fight back.

You understood all of this, then.

I understood nothing then.

Except that when you fought for me,

and when it was over, a boy was dead.

And you are sure, so very sure

it could not happen again?

I am sure.

Manolo, you are my brother.

And I love you.

And I say to you that this time,

it will be different!

Why?

Because you are a child no longer.

Boy!

Boy!

You call yourself a shepherd?

Even a fool has sense enough to keep the gate closed!

Don't yell at me!

I will yell if I feel like yelling!

And I feel like it!

Artola found wolf signs in the meadow this morning,

and my son, such as he is,

would have us lose the whole flock!

I was with the ewes, lambing!

I don't know how the gate came open,

so be careful who you blame, old man!

Old man?

Old man?

I know who to blame, sheep boy!

Why is it always me?

You think I do not know my work?

You think dogs do not know their work?

The dogs know their work better than you know yours!

I told you, I was with the ewes!

Now you listen to me, old man!

Father, there is no need for this.

All of the sheep have been found.

You would take your brother's part in this?

Carelessness!

And you call yourself the son of Alejo Etchahoun?

You are an old man who spends his time

playing cards in the camp,

and only comes up here to cause trouble!

That's the third time you called me old man.

Only your mother can do that!

I don't want to hear it again

from a sheep boy!

Joachim!

Joachim!

Only a man would dare that.

I think I am very tired of being a boy,

and I think I am very tired

of listening to you, old man!

You will listen to me as long as

you behave like a child.

Did that fist feel like that of a child?

All right.

You would fight?

I would win!

We'll see!

Sheep boy, climb up and fight.

How? Are you just going to lie there all night,

so that you don't get hurt?

Come on, come on.

Oh, the little boy is getting on his feet!

All right, let's fight!

Come on, hit me, hit me!

Hit, hit, hit, hit!

What's the matter?

What's the matter? The little boy won't fight.

All this morning, he wanted to fight!

Maybe that's the way little boys behave, huh?

They get mad, but then it passes

like a little summer storm.

A man's anger doesn't come and go so quickly!

My little son is the terror of all the puppies!

But he hasn't learned what puppies learn.

That when you bite an old dog's leg,

he sends you back to his mother whimpering

with his tail between his legs!

Well, old man.

Would you get up for some more?

Old man!

Hey! Old man!

Old man!

Wine, somebody...

Vitorio!

Go into town and bring back the doctor.

And don't go slow!

Let's dance.

Maybe later.

That is him.

Excuse me, sir.

I'm Dr. Adams from Dodge City,

and I was told you need me.

- A doc? - Yes.

Who said Alejo Etchahoun needs a doctor?

I did, old man!

You were lying so still I thought you were dead!

I wanted the doctor to make sure

before we buried you!

I was resting, that's all.

You see how women gets things all wrong?

- I've never felt better in my life. - Well, sir.

I have a son who became a man tonight.

All right, I just drove all the way out

from Dodge to look at you,

and I'm gonna do it. Now, you sit down.

- But, I feel fine! - Sit down here.

I'll be the judge of that.

But I feel fine.

Now, you stick to your sheep,

and I'll stick to medicine.

Would you like some good wine here?

No, no, thank you, no thank you.

Would you mind telling me how in thunder this happened?

How this all started?

How what started?

I mean, the fight, between you and your son.

Well, you see, it's a custom of the Etchahoun family.

- Custom? - Yes.

When a boy feels that he is man enough

to leave his father's house and go out on his own,

then he has to fight, and win.

I'm trying, I just don't understand that at all.

Well, it's a custom. You see, what it means is, um...

well, it's hard to understand, but it's a good custom.

Well, it's barbaric, is what it is.

Mm, maybe it's barbaric, but it feels good!

It was a good fight.

From that good fight, you just may have a concussion.

Could very well be.

So, I suggest you take it easy for a couple of days at least.

I promise to do what the doctor says,

even though I am a barbarian.

That's fine.

But still, it was a fine fight, wasn't it, Joachim?

It felt good.

Oh, it feels good, does it?

Wait 'til tomorrow morning, see how good it feels.

You know, he fights like a bobcat.

About wine, he has much to learn, but he fights!

You through with me, Doc?

Yes, I'm all through with you.

Can I go get some real good wine?

Just a minute.

The next time you decide to have a party like this,

don't you call me.

I'm much too busy in Dodge City

taking care of people who are really sick

to come out here in the middle of the night

and take care of a bunch of people

who just enjoy banging themselves up for the hell of it!

Yes, sir.

Now can I dance with my wife?

Oh!

Oh, no, no, no, no!

I have to rest.

- Later then. - Yes.

So, you have come out of your hiding place.

Well, you were busy enough.

Oh, I'm supposed to sit in a corner

until you're finished feeling sorry for yourself?

What?

Manolo, that should've been your fight tonight.

It is insane.

An hour ago they were trying to kill each other.

Kill?

I didn't see anyone trying to kill!

Then you did not see Joachim's face.

I saw Joachim's face,

I don't know what you saw!

What I saw was like two rams

trying to bump their heads against each other.

Finally one gives ground, and it is over!

Over?

Then you have a short memory.

You do not remember my father lying still as death

when he struck his head?

That was an accident.

An accident, caused by my brother's fist.

What if now, instead of being drunk with Joachim,

he was dead.

I don't know.

I only know it is our custom,

and you can't change it because you don't like it.

And I also know that not Joachim is a man,

and he may sit among the men,

and he may take a wife if he chooses.

Are you saying I'm not a man?

Do you think I'm afraid to fight him,

that he might hurt me?

No, that is just what I don't understand.

Manolo, you're the oldest.

Are you gonna live with your father and your mother

for the rest of your life?

Kattalin. Manolo.

Come on, Kattalin, it is later.

Good.

Perhaps we will dance the night away.

They say it's a family custom, but I'll tell you,

it's the craziest thing I've ever heard of in my life.

Now, you should've seen that old man's face,

and the boy didn't look any better, I'll tell you that.

Hm.

But you know, sometimes a big fight like that

can clear the air in a family?

Now, I remember back where I come from,

there was always a few young fellers

who had to take a swing at their paw

when they got up to be around 18-19.

Well...

Well, I got to agree with Doc, Hannah.

It's uncivilized.

But, what do you expect from a bunch of foreigners?

Burke.

- They're Basque. - They're what?

Basque.

They came from the Pyrenees Mountains of Spain.

And heaven's sakes, Burke,

do me a favor, don't start agreeing with me,

you shake my confidence.

Well, I think the marshal oughta

have a talk with those people

and put a stop to it before our own young men

get the wrong idea.

Oh, Burke, I've had a tough night.

And if I hang around listening to you,

it's just gonna get tougher,

so by thunder, I'm going home. Goodnight.

Goodnight, Doc.

Now, what in the world's ailing him?

Why, I wouldn't know, Burke.

- Goodnight, Hannah. - Goodnight, Burke.

Two more down here, Hannah.

Coming right down, boys.

Good evening.

Red wine.

Oh, well, I don't have much call for red wine.

I don't know if I have any.

I'll go back in the office and see.

A man don't drink no red wine.

How about a shot of this?

No, thank you.

I'd say that's just about the cutest

little old hat I ever did see.

Please return the beret.

Hey, Tommy, did you hear that?

This here's what you call a beret.

How do I look?

Not as cute as he did with it on!

All right, that's enough of that.

Give the man back his hat.

Joe Barnes, anything starts here,

you want to spend another in jail?

Aw, Hannah.

We ain't caused one bit of trouble in here

in more than a month.

Now, don't we have some fun coming?

Don't want no trouble.

You shouldn't oughta let a man in here with a hat like that.

And that's enough of that!

Here you are.

Thank you.

Oh, that's all right.

Just saving myself some furniture.

There would have been no broken furniture.

Well?

Kind of a solitary party you're having here, isn't it?

Ah.

The woman who saved me from the beating

at the hands of the terrible cowboy.

It looks to me you'd have been better off hitting the cowboy

than winding up this way.

What's your name?

Manolo Etchahoun.

But, if you ask my father,

he would say Manolo Zacura.

Zacura.

Dog.

Why?

Because I am me.

And neither of us can stand it.

You lost me somewhere back around Zacura.

Then try and listen.

I will not fight!

You mean the fella at the bar, Joe Barnes?

Anyone!

Joe Barnes wouldn't of been much of a fight.

All they were looking for was a little rough and tumble.

Oh, is that what you call it?

Well, I think it's time that you went on home, sleep it off, hm?

And now Manolo Etchahoun is silenced by a woman.

Manolo, stop, quit.

What am I doing?

Chattering like a child!

Zacura.

You know, I'm beginning to think

I could make a career out of just

packing you people up.

I don't know what there was in that barbershop

that you think was worth getting your fists cut up like this.

Well, Manolo, unless you tell me what happened,

I'm gonna have to put you in jail.

Now, it looked like you were trying to break into the barbershop.

Is that what you were doing?

I am not a thief.

And if I was, I would not be a stupid one.

And I'd say it's pretty stupid to stick your fist

through a glass window.

You know, most people learn pretty doggone young that...

if stick your fist into broken glass,

you're gonna get it cut up.

Why did you do it, Manolo?

I saw something in the glass I did not like.

Got enough money to pay for it?

I have no money left.

Well, about all I can do is take you back out to your camp,

see if your people have the money.

If they don't, I'm afraid you're gonna have to go to jail.

So, you went to town to be a big man,

and you're brought home on a leash, like a puppy.

You his father?

Yes, yes, I'm responsible, yes.

I'm afraid the window he broke

is gonna cost somebody $10.

Or what?

Or your boy's gonna have to spend some time in jail.

The people in the town,

they're gonna say it's the barbarian Basque

who get drunk and make trouble.

They're not gonna say it's you,

they're gonna say it's we, all of us.

Take him, take him.

Our son will not sit in a cage.

They will not only say we Basque get drunk

and cause trouble,

they will also we do not pay our debts.

Have you no pride?

Here!

You will take the night watch.

Now go.

Ma'am.

No sleep for you tonight, old man?

Is it the wolves?

Yes, yes.

It's the wolves.

Or perhaps it's a son.

Why can't he be like Joachim?

A son that I can know,

a son that I can be proud of.

All sons are not alike.

Manolo's just as much a son as Joachim,

but he is gentler.

Do you think Manolo is afraid of me?

I think that perhaps he's afraid of himself.

And that he remembers too well

what happened a long time ago.

No, no, no.

That was a children's fight, an accident.

Can you be sure it was an accident,

since he will never speak of it?

But it is said Manolo was like a madman,

and he had the strength of a giant.

No, no, I don't believe that is with him now.

That is another life, in another country,

before we even came here.

Perhaps.

I know it's a harsh custom when you consider it.

I know the doctor from the town, he thinks it is, but...

Harsh, yes.

But it has kept our family together

as far back as anyone can remember.

Do you remember when you fought your father, Old Sabo?

Very well.

And when you had won, I said to myself,

"There is a man."

And the place it took me that night,

there was no harshness then.

Do you remember?

I remember.

And when Old Sabo died 10 years later,

and I watched you kneel by his side, and weep,

there was no harshness then.

I can't understand that boy.

- Is it my fault? - No.

It is no one's.

But, if he will not fight...

we will lose him.

That is the chance we must take.

That is the way of our house.

Kattalin.

You should be in bed.

I was.

Manolo, since we were children,

we've always been together.

It seemed to me then that you were different

than other boys.

I have never thought of another man, but...

But you are impatient.

My father, my father is impatient!

And you are not?

I cannot wait forever.

Nor can you.

Go back to the camp, Kattalin.

I don't understand!

It is only a fight.

I cannot even raise my hand into a fist

when he is around.

Well, can you feel no anger towards him?

Not even when he turns his back on you?

Manolo, Joachim felt anger.

He felt love.

But he felt anger too.

Are you so much greater than Joachim?

I feel no anger.

But you cannot respect me unless I do this thing

in which I do not believe.

No, I can!

I can respect you.

But it is the respect that one has

for a plaster saint in a church.

Now, they were men of great principle,

but I cannot marry a plaster saint.

Manolo.

You must fight him for us.

For us.

Get back to the camp, Kattalin.

- But maybe I... - Get back, I said!

Sheep and a good dog were lost last night

because of the carelessness of my son, Manolo.

All of us suffered the loss,

and all of us must determine the punishment.

But because he's my son, and Joachim's brother,

we would ask not to take part in the decision,

and we promise not to stand in the way of your judgment.

I am going to tell them I came to you last night.

No.

But why?

Because my father would think I asked you to say that.

- And anyway... - But my father knows I do not lie.

And anyway, it would not matter.

The flock was in my care.

The responsibility is mine.

Oh, Manolo.

What will they do?

I do not know.

Go back to the camp.

It is better if I'm alone now.

Manolo!

They are ready.

Well, what have they decided?

I don't know, but their faces are grave.

And because no man can say with safety

he would not lose a sheep to a wolf,

no matter how watchful he is,

and because you've proven yourself

to be a good shepherd in the past,

we only ask that you not be given charge of the flock

for one year.

There is something else, Manolo.

I do not want you and Kattalin to be together.

Because of the sheep?

Only partly.

Because I will not fight?

Because if you do not fight,

nothing can come of it.

You might as well go into town

and become one of them.

If you throw enough stones, you will fill the creek,

and there will be no water.

I have been shamed.

You have shamed yourself.

Say it as you wish.

I am going to leave.

Well, leave then.

It is fortunate you are a person

of such wealth and standing.

I will go into town, find work...

Will you?

You would have me stay here

and be treated as a boy, because of something I cannot help?

Cannot help now, is it?

What if I do fight him, and I do hurt him?

You yourself had to call for a doctor

after he fought Joachim.

What can I say, Manolo?

You hurt him more by not fighting

than by striking the hardest blow.

You know why Manolo will not fight.

I know.

We will give him time to taste of the dish he has chosen,

and then you will go into town and bring him back.

And what if he will not come, what then?

Then bring him back anyway.

Man.

Hm?

Nothing.

I...

I'm looking for work.

Work?

Now do I look like I'm so busy I need help?

Hannah.

Well, hello, Manolo.

Woman.

What brings you into town?

I am looking for work.

Oh.

I don't like to stick my nose in

where it don't belong, Manolo,

but you don't belong in town.

I am looking for work.

Uh-huh.

Well, if you made your mind up, of course, that's it.

I don't envy a man, though,

work's hard to come by these days, times are slow.

I know, I have been all over town.

To the stables, the freight yard, the packing plant.

Woman...

Do you have work for me?

Oh, you mean me?

Oh, well, yeah.

There should be some sweeping you can do around here,

but you just don't impress me as being the sort of fella

who would be happy pushing a broom.

A broom?

Take it or leave it, Manolo.

I'll throw in the apron for free.

Woman...

It would be five dollars a week and meals.

I will take your work, woman.

Oh, and my name is Hannah.

I had it since I was born,

and I've grown kind of fond of hearing it,

so if you're gonna work for me,

the name is Hannah.

Hannah.

That's right, and see you don't forget it.

No, no, no, no, Manolo.

Long strokes.

Here, let me show you. See?

See, long... There we are. See?

Doc, that is the stubbornest young man

I have ever run up against.

Hannah.

Let me tell you something.

You know, any old woman who spends half her time

trying to change human nature

is gonna spend the other half being disappointed,

- I'll tell you that. - Oh?

That's right.

Well, you know, Doc, he just might listen to a man,

providing of course that the man wasn't his papa,

is some I know.

Of course, any old man that keeps on tinkering with human nature

is bound to get his nose bent a couple of times.

Hm.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Manolo.

Doctor.

Manolo, I've been watching you push that broom,

and frankly, I'm worried.

Worried?

Yes, I am.

You see, when anybody takes a job

that they're not temperamentally suited to,

it can be troublesome.

Well, it could affect your health, you see.

Doctor, I am not going back.

Well...

I think you're making a big mistake.

You were not asked.

I know that.

Manolo, I don't make any pretense

of trying to understand your people, their customs...

but they are your people, you know.

Now, if you wanted to live here in town,

if you really wanted to,

that would be different.

But you see, anybody watching you push that broom

for two minutes can see you don't.

- Doctor, I am... - All right, all right.

It's your decision.

I sure hope it's the right one.

Hannah.

Manolo!

Manolo, you are gone only one day,

and already they make a woman of you?

It's so funny, then?

Hey!

I asked you brother, is it so funny?

Manolo, don't.

Is it so funny?

Marshal?

Festus, where's the marshal?

He's went out to Gentry's place, why?

Well, those sheepmen are tearing up the Long Branch.

Alright, just simmer down now, Burke.

I know, but there's a fight going on!

All right, all right!

We'll go and bust it up.

Hurry up, Festus.

Burke.

Here, here, stop that!

No, no, no, no, hold it, hold it, Festus.

I'll stand for damages on this one.

Why, you ain't even gonna have four walls left

the time they get done.

Maybe, but I think this is important.

Enough brother?

Enough.

Enough.

It is so funny, then?

It is not so funny, Manolo.

But I am not dead either.

You've been fighting?

Yes, I have been fighting.

Who?

My brother.

Who made you eat dung.

And I have beaten him.

It is time, old man.

Manolo has come back!

He's going to fight Alejo tonight at the barn.

Manolo?

Manolo?

I heard you were back.

Manolo, they say you are going to fight tonight.

Kattalin, I have some advice for you.

You will not be Sabatino again,

or I will break his head, you understand?

Yes, Manolo.

Now go home and tell your mother

to get out your wedding dress,

because I am tired of this foolishness.

Yes, Manolo.

Okay, come on, sit down.

Now, watch his feet, he kicks like a goat.

- Will you listen to me? - All right, yes, his feet.

Watch his teeth, he nearly bit my hand off.

Manolo!

All right, his teeth!

So... Where is he?

He likes to make you wait.

Well, you're in no hurry.

Your bruises have hardly healed

from your fight with Joachim,

and here you are again.

You are a strong old man.

And you're a talkative old woman.

Is that so?

Does the custom suit you now?

You'll see, he'll be a fine man.

Say, will you leave me now, woman?

You're putting me to sleep.

Be careful, old man.

Don't back up, and don't let him know that you are afraid.

If he thinks that you are afraid,

it will give him back 10 years.

You are still afraid to hurt him.

Manolo, here.

I can remember when Nino Palma fought him

to determine who owned the black ram.

And Nino walked very badly that whole summer.

Mm-hm.

And when Lago Etchahoun fought him

during the pelota match,

he still talks through the places where his teeth were.

That's right.

But those were fights many years ago.

Those were good fights, huh, Mama?

You must whip him tonight.

But whip softly, Manolo.

Oh, when he fought Old Sabo, did he whip softly?

In a moment, you will know, my son.

In a moment.

Hey, puppy!

Come away from your mother.

Let's see if you've grown any teeth.

Are you sure you're up to this, old man?

You should be safe in bed

with a cup of warm goat's milk.

How will I feel if I hurt you?

Hurt me?

You see how much nicer it would've been in bed, old man?

Hey!

This one is very clever.

Clever like a fox.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

But like a puppy, he becomes cocky.

Have you had enough, old man?

A man!