My Friend Flicka

My Friend Flicka

Papa!

Papa!

What now, Hildy?

Look!

Gee whiz. Again.

Whats the matter, Gus?

Cigarette.

Ken riding her?

He was,

but not now.

Hildy.

Whoa, whoa.

Doggone that kid.

Look at this.

I hope

hes all right.

Younguns fall light.

Hes used to it.

He could get hurt.

Saddle Shorty.

I better go see.

Ja, Boss.

Never mind, Gus.

Ken.

Yes, sir?

Come here.

You all right?

Sure, Im all right.

Cigarette

toss you again?

Yes, sir.

You ""digged"" your heels

in her.

I didnt.

Did you, Son?

Yes, sir.

Ken, arent you ever

going to grow up?

Ive told you not to

clap your heels into her.

Look at that bridle.

Second one youve

broken this week.

Im sorry, Dad.

Oh, you found

the saddle blanket.

What saddle blanket?

I lost it

yesterday afternoon.

You forgot to cinch

the saddle properly.

Yes, sir.

Gee whiz,

its all ""tored.""

Will you keep quiet?

It got caught

on some barbed wire.

Youre the doggonest kid...

for losing, busting,

and forgetting.

Breakfast is all ready.

Wheres Ken?

Hes coming.

Cigarette

tossed him again.

I dont know what

Ill do with that boy.

Doesnt pay any attention

to what I say.

Always losing equipment

or breaking it somehow.

Hes still a child.

Hes old enough

to have his wits about him.

Hes walking around

with his head in the clouds.

Its a wonder

he doesnt trip.

Morning, Mom.

Come on, darling.

Eat your oatmeal

while its hot.

Good heavens.

What is it?

Kens report card.

I suppose youre not surprised

you havent been promoted.

No, sir.

Here, look at your marks.

Let him eat

his breakfast first.

Just as a matter

of curiosity...

how do you go about

getting a zero on an examination?

40 in history, 1 7 in arithmetic,

but a zero?

Just as one man to another,

what goes on in your head?

What have you got

to say for yourself?

Nothing, sir.

What were

the questions you missed...

in that English exam?

We were to write

a composition.

Couldnt you

think of anything?

I was going to write...

about how you lost

your polo mare...

how the albino

stole her from Banner.

Well, why didnt you?

I got to thinking.

I thought we had time.

I thought the hour

had just begun...

when the school bell rang.

You never even

got started.

Not a single word, Ken?

No.

Just daydreaming, huh?

No, I was

thinking about--

About what?

About my colt.

You havent got a colt.

Dad, give me a colt,

wont you?

Youll get one when you

learn how to treat one.

Youll have to buck up.

Trouble is,

you dont try.

I do try, Dad.

Id like to see

some proof.

Meantime, youll study

an hour a day...

to make up your work.

[Knock On Door]

Come in.

Good morning,

Missus.

Good morning, Gus.

Whats today, Boss?

Good day

to move the horses.

Its time they were

off the meadows.

A storms cooking up.

Can I help?

Four older horses have to be

in shape for the rodeo...

and those three-year-olds

have to be broke.

Cant I help

move them?

Great guns, no.

Its tough enough

to move 1 00 horses...

all fresh as blazes

after a winter out...

without a kid along

to make them nervous.

- Ill be right out.

- Ja, Boss.

Want another

cup of coffee, dear?

No, I had enough.

Got to get started.

Kenny, you can ride

any horse on the ranch.

Why are you so set

on having a colt?

It isnt just riding.

I want a colt

to be friends with me.

I want a colt of my own,

all my own.

You better

start your studying.

Get it over with.

Bye, Daddy.

Bye.

Ken, what

are you doing?

Im doing

my arithmetic, Mom.

[Alarm Rings]

Where are we going?

To watch Dad

bring in the horses.

We can take the shortcut.

No, you better

stay here.

Its tough enough

bringing in 1 00 horses...

all fresh

after a winter out...

without having a girl tagging along

making them nervous.

Those horses

aint scared of me.

Good morning.

Nice work, Banner.

Banner dont let those mares

get away with nothing.

Banners got everything it takes

to make a great horse--

brains, heart, and courage.

If hed just pass it on

to all the colts.

What horses

wed have then.

Whoa now!

Whoa now!

Whoa there!

Look out, Gus.

Theyre stampeding!

Gus, try to head them off.

Stop them, Banner!

Theyre making straight

for the rock slide.

Head them off, Banner.

[Whinny]

[Whinny]

[Whinny]

What are you doing here?

I--I came to see

the horses.

I didnt mean to do it.

I didnt mean

to scare them.

[Whinny]

Jeepers, if I could ever

have a colt like that.

Are we

on the downgrade?

I never had so many bills

and less money to pay them.

We cant sell our horses

at a profit.

Theyre good horses

with good blood.

Mm-hmm, all but

that albino strain.

They got a crazy streak

in them.

No use trying to sell them.

I wouldnt even get back

the cost of raising them.

Id rather shoot them.

I would, too, if they werent

so doggone fast.

I hoped to get one decent colt

out of that bunch.

Rob...

give Ken a colt.

Huh?

I want you

to give Ken a colt.

After that stunt

he pulled this morning?

You know

he didnt mean to.

He doesnt deserve a colt.

Wont you ever

give him one?

Sure. Ive been

expecting to.

If he pays attention

to his studies--

Uh-uh.

No.

Thats another thing.

That isnt going

to get anzwhere.

Didnt he study today?

He exposed himself

to his books.

Good heavens. Nothing I say to him

makes any impression.

He wants his own colt.

He cant think

of another thing.

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