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[theme music]

NARRATOR: With Milburn Stone, as Doc.

Ken Curtis, as Festus.

Buck Taylor, as Newly.

And starring James Arness, as Matt Dillion.

[barking]

[sheep bleating]

JOACHIM: Manolo!

Manolo!

The old man is raging again.

Well, what is it this time?

JOACHIM: 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 that you did not know that he

could no longer fight back.

You understood all of it, then?

I understood nothing then, except that 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.

[sheep baaing]

ALEJO: 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 lost 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?

[sheep bleating]

Old man!

I know who to blame, sheep boy!

Why is it always me?

You think I do not know my work?

You think that 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?

[dissonant string music]

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!

[grunting]

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!

[cheering, applause]

SPECTATOR: Yippee!

Yipee!

Punch him!

[pow]

[cheers]

Sheep boy, climb up and fight.

Huh?

Or are you just going to lie there all night

so that you don't get hurt?

Come on.

Come on.

[clucking like a chicken]

[laughter] -Yahoo!

Oh!

The little boy is getting on his feet.

All right, let's fight.

Come on, hey!

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

The little boy won't fight.

All this morning, he wanted a fight!

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

They get mad.

But that it passes like a little summer storm.

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

Hey!

Ha!

Woo-hoo-hoo! Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

[crowd clapping slowly together]

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.

[laughter]

Hola!

Hola!

[cheering]

[clapping speeds up]

[cheering intensifies]

[grunting]

Ah!

[thud]

[clapping speeds up]

[grunting]

[boom]

[tense music playing]

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!

[somber music playing]

[horse galloping]

[lively folk music playing]

[cheering]

[cheering]

[music continues]

Let's dance.

Maybe later.

That is him.

[laughter]

Excuse me, sir?

I'm Doctor Adams, from Dodge City.

And I was told that you need me.

A doc?

Yes.

[laughter] Who said Alejo Etchahoun needs a doctor?

I did, old man.

You were lying so still, I thought you were dead.

I wanted 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.

No, sir?

I have a son who became a man tonight.

All right, I just drove all the way out in the Dodge

to look at you. And I'm going to do it.

Now, you sit down.

But I feel fine.

Sit down here.

I'll be the judge of that. -Go.

Go.

But I feel fine.

Now, you stick to your sheep.

And I'll stick to medicine.

-Would you like some good wine? -No.

No thank you.

No thank you.

[laughter]

DOC: 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.

DOC: 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.

Sorry, I just don't understand at all.

ALEJO: Well, it's custom.

You see, what it means is um-- uh, well,

well, it's hard to understand.

But it's a c-- it's a good custom.

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

Mm, maybe it's barbaric.

But it feels good!

[laughter]

It was a good fight.

From that "good fight", you just may have a confession.

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'm a barbarian.

That's fine.

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

[laughter]

It felt good.

DOC: Oh, it feels good, does it?

Wait till tomorrow morning, see how good it feels.

No, he fights like a bobcat.

About wine, he has much to learn.

But he fights!

[laughter]

You threw with me now?

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 night

and take care of a bunch of people

who just enjoy banging themselves

up for the hell of it!

I'm sorry.

But can I dance with my wife?

[music continues]

[laughter]

[cheering]

[music continues]

[cheering, clapping]

Ah!

Oh!

Come, let's dance.

Oh, no, no, no!

I have to rest.

Later, then?

Yes.

[sigh]

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 finished

feeling sorry for yourself?

What?

Manolo, that should have 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 butt

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 now 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 going to live with your father and your mother

for the rest of your life?

Kattalin!

Manolo, come on.

Kattalin, it is later.

[sigh]

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 in my life.

Now, you should have seen that old man's face.

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

Mm.

But you know sometimes, 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 pa

when they got up to be around 18, 19.

Well, yeah.

Well, I got to agree with Doc, Hannah.

It's uncivilized.

But what do you expect from a bunch of foreigners?

They're Basque.

They're what?

Basque.

They came from the Pyrenees Mountains of Spain.

And for heaven's sakes, Burke, do me a favor.

Don't start agreeing with me.

You shake my confidence.

Well, I think the Marshall ought

to 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 and listen to you

it's just going to get tougher.

So by thunder, I'm going home.

Goodnight.

[LAUGHING] Goodnight, Doc.

Now, what in the world's ailing him?

Well, I wouldn't know, Burke.

Huh.

Goodnight, Hannah.

Goodnight, Burke.

[laughter]

Two more down here, Hannah.

Comin' right down, boy.

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 'bout a shot of this?

No thank you.

[laughter]

I'd say that's just about the cutest little old hat

I ever did see.

Please return the beret.

Hey, Tom, did you hear that?

[laughter]

This here's what you call a bear-raid.

[laughter]

How do I look?

Not as cute as he did with it on!

HANNAH: All right, that's enough of that.

Give the man back his hat.

Joe Barnes, anything starts here,

you want to spend another night 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?

[sigh] -Don't want no trouble.

You should not let a man in here with a hat like that.

And that's enough of that.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Oh, it's all right.

I was just saving myself some furniture.

There would have been no broken furniture.

HANNAH: Well?

[clearing throat]

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

[exhales]

Ah, [SLURRING WORDS] the woman who saved me from the beating

at the hands of the terrible cowboy.

It looks to me you'd 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 Txakur.

Txakur.

Dog.

Why?

Because I am me.

And neither of us can stand it.

Uh, you lost me somewhere back around Txakur.

Then try and listen.

I will not fight!

You mean the fella at the bar, Joe Barnes?

Anyone!

I'm sure Barnes wouldn't have been much of a fight.

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

Oh, is that what you call it?

Yeah, well, I think it's time that you went on home,

sleep it off.

Hmm?

[laughter]

And now Manolo Etchahoun is silenced by a woman.

Manolo, stop.

Quit.

What am I doing?

Chattering like a child.

[tense music playing]

[breathing deeply]

Txakur.

Ah!

[glass shatters]

[music intensifies]

[music playing]

DOC: You know, I'm beginning to think I could make a career out

of just patching you people up.

I don't know what there was in that barbershop that

made you think it was worth getting

your fist cut up like this.

Well, Manolo, unless you tell me what happened,

I'm going to 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.

Well, I'd say it's pretty stupid to stick your first

through a glass window.

You know, most people learn pretty doggone young

that if stick your first into broken glass,

you're going to get it cut up.

Now, 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 going to have to go to jail.

ALEJO: 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's going to cost somebody $10.

Huh.

Or what?

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

The people in the town, they're going

to say it's the barbarian Basque who get drunk and make trouble.

They're not going to say it's you.

They're going to 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.

There will also say we do not pay our debts.

have you no pride?

[sheep bleating]

Here.

You will take the night watch.

[tense music playing]

Now go.

Ma'am.

[wolf howls]

[sheep bleating]

[fire crackles]

[sheep bleating]

[dogs barking]

[wolf howls]

[sigh]

No sleep for you tonight, old man?

Is it the wolves?

Yes, yes. It's the wolves.

[wolf howls]

Or perhaps it's a son?

ALEJO: Why can't he be like Joachim?

[sigh]

The son that I can know, the son that I could be proud of?

Sons are not alike.

Manolo is 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 mad man.

And he had the strength of a child.

I don't believe that is with him now.

That was another life in another country,

before we even came here.

Perhaps.

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

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

But--

ENGRACE: 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 Sabbo?

Very well.

And when you had won, I said to myself, there is a man.

And the place you took me that night, there

was no harshness then.

Do you remember?

I remember.

And when Old Sabbo 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.

ALEJO: But if he will not fight-- we will lose him.

That is a chance we must take.

That is the way of our house.

[sheep bleating]

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 I don't--

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.

[suspenseful music playing]

Manolo, you must fight him for us.

For us.

[suspenseful music playing]

[growling]

[snarling]

[barking]

[dog whining]

Back to the camp, Kattalin.

But maybe I'll--

Get back, I say!

[tense music playing]

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.

Which will they do?

I do not know.

Go back to the camp.

It is better if I am alone now.

[music playing]

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 his 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.

[sad string music playing]

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

and there will be no water.

[sigh]

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 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.

[music playing]

You know why Manolo will not fight.

I know.

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

And then we will go into town and bring him back.

And What.

If he will not come?

What then?

Then bring him back anyway.

[music playing]

Man?

Hmm?

Nothing.

I'd-- I'm looking for work.

Work?

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

[snores]

Hannah?

Well, hola, 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.

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

I don't envy you none though.

Work's hard t'come by these days.

Times are slow.

MANOLO: I know.

I have been all over town.

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

Woman, do you have work for me?

Oh, you mean me?

You're-- oh, well-- yeah, there should be some sweeping

you could do around here.

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

who'd be happy pushing a broom.

A broom?

Mhm.

Take it or leave it, Manolo.

I'll throw in the apron for free.

Woman--

I'll pay $5 a week and meals.

I will take your work, woman.

Oh, and um, 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 going to work for me, the name is Hannah.

-Hannah. -That's right.

And see you don't forget it.

HANNAH: No no, no, no, Manolo.

Long strokes.

Here, let me show you.

See? See?

Long.

There you 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 going to 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

as pompous as 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.

Hmm.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Manolo.

Doctor?

Manolo, I've been watching you push that room.

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 room for two

minutes can see you don't. -Doctor, I am--

DOC: All right.

All right.

It's your decision.

I sure hope it's the right one.

Hannah.

[dissonant string music]

Manolo!

[laughter]

[laughter]

Manolo, you were gone only one day.

And already they make a woman of you?

Oh!

[laughter]

Is it so funny then?

Hey.

I ask you, brother, is it so funny?

Manolo, don't.

Is it so funny?

[grunting]

[clattering]

[grunting]

Marshall?

Festus, where's the Marshall?

Went out to Gentry's place.

Why?

Well, those sheep men are tearing up the Long Branch.

All right, 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.

[banging, grunting]

BURKE: Hurry up, Festus.

There.

Here! Here!

No, no, no, no. Hold it.

Hold it, Festus.

I'll stand for damages for this one.

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

by the time they get done.

Maybe.

But I think this is important.

[grunting]

[music playing]

Ah, enough, brother?

JOACHIM: Enough.

enough.

[breathing deeply]

Is this-- it is so funny then?

It is not so funny, Manolo.

But I am not dead either.

[laughter]

[laughter]

[sheep bleating]

-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.

[dog barks]

[laughter]

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 see 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.

OK, 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, we are 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 will see.

He will be a fine man.

Say, would you leave me now, old woman?

You're putting me to sleep.

Be careful, old man.

Don't back up.

And don't let him know that you were 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 Palmer fought him to determine

who owned the black ram.

And Nino walked very badly that whole summer.

Mhm.

And when Laguias Tiem fought him during the Palota

match, and 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.

Well, when he fought Au Sable, 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 have 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!

[grunting]

[cheers]

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

Hey!

This one is very clever!

Clever like a fox.

Ha!

[grunts]

Ho, whoa! whoa!

[laughter]

Hey-ah!

[cheers]

But like a puppy, he becomes cocky.

[crowd clapping slowly together]

Aye! Aye!

Aye!

Aye!

[grunts]

[clapping speeds up]

[cheering]

Have you had enough, old man?

[clapping speeds up]

[cheering]

[music playing]

A man!

[theme music]

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke".

[theme music]