Brokeback Mountain (2005) - full transcript
Two young men, Ennis Del Mar and Jack Twist, meet when they get a job as sheep herders on Brokeback Mountain. They are at first strangers, then they become friends. Throughout the weeks, they grow closer as they learn more about each other. One night, after some heavy drinking, they find a deeper connection. They then indulge in a blissful romance for the rest of the summer. Unable to deal with their feelings for each other, they part ways at the end of the summer. Four years go by, and they each settle down, Ennis in Wyoming with his wife and two girls, and Jack in Texas with his wife and son. Still longing for each other, they meet back up, and are faced with the fact that they need each other. They undeniably need each other, and unsure of what to do, they start a series of "fishing trips", in order to spend time together. The relationship struggles on for years until tragedy strikes.
Shit.
You pair of deuces looking for work,
I suggest you get your
scrawny asses in here pronto.
Up on Brokeback, the Forest Service
has got designated campsites
on the allotments.
Them camps can be 3, 4 miles from
where we pasture the woollies.
Bad predator loss if there's nobody
looking after them at night.
Now, what I want is a camp tender
to stay in the main camp,
where the Forest Service says.
But the herder,
he's gonna pitch a pup tent
on the QT with the sheep
and he's gonna sleep there.
You eat your supper
and breakfast in camp,
but you sleep with the sheep 100%.
No fire, don't leave no sign.
You roll up that tent every morning
in case Forest Service snoops around.
Yeah?
No.
No!
Not on your fucking life.
You got your dogs, your
30-30, you sleep there.
Last summer I had goddamn near 25% loss.
I don't want that again.
You.
Fridays at noon, be down at the bridge
with your grocery list and mules,
and somebody with supplies
will be there at the pick-up.
Tomorrow morning we'll truck
you up to the jump-off.
Jack Twist.
Ennis.
Your folks just stop at Ennis?
Del Mar.
Well, nice to know you, Ennis Del Mar.
My second year up here.
Last year, one storm, the
lightning killed 42 sheep.
Thought I'd asphyxiate from the smell.
Aguirre got all over my ass, like I
was supposed to control the weather.
But beats working for my old man.
Can't please my old man, no way.
That's why I took to rodeoing.
You ever rodeo?
You know, I mean, once in a while.
When I got the entry fee in my pocket.
Yeah.
Are you from ranch people?
Yeah, I was.
Your folks run you off?
No, they run themselves off.
There was one curve in the road
in 43 miles, and they miss it.
So the bank took the ranch
and my brother and sister,
they raised me, mostly.
Shit, that's hard.
Can I? Thank you.
Don't let them stray.
Joe will have your ass if you do.
Only thing, don't never order soup.
Them soup boxes are hard to pack.
Well, I don't eat soup.
You wanna watch it there.
That horse has a low startle point.
Doubt there's a filly
that could throw me.
Let's git, unless you wanna sit
around tying knots all day.
Oh, shit.
Can't wait till I get my own spread
and I won't have to put up with
Joe Aguirre's crap no more.
I'm saving for a place myself.
Alma and me, we're gonna get married
when I come down off this mountain.
Shit, that stay with the
sheep, no fire bullshit.
Aguirre got no right making us
do something against the rules.
No more beans.
Damn. Shit!
I don't know.
Something wrong?
Yeah, so what...
Why didn't we get the powdered
milk and the spuds?
That's all we got.
Well...
Here's next week's.
Thought you didn't eat soup.
Yeah, well, I'm sick of beans.
Too early in the summer
to be sick of beans.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Hold on.
Shit.
Come back here!
Whoa there, whoa.
All right. Fuck it.
Okay, you bastard.
Where the hell you been?
Been up with the sheep all day,
I get down here hungry as hell
and all I find is beans.
What in the hell happened, Ennis?
I come on a bear is what happened.
Goddamn horse spooked
and the mules took off
and scattered food everywhere.
Beans is about all we got left.
Got whiskey or something?
Dumb-ass mule.
I can't believe that. God damn.
Let me see.
Shit.
Well, we gotta do something
about this food situation.
Maybe I'll shoot one of the sheep.
Yeah, what if Aguirre finds out, huh?
We're supposed to guard
the sheep, not eat them.
What's the matter with you?
There are a thousand of them.
I'll stick with beans.
Well, I won't.
Yeah!
Getting tired of your dumb-ass missing.
Let's get a move on.
Don't want the Game and Fish
to catch us with no elk.
Come on. Shit.
Yeah, I'm commuting four hours a day.
I come in for breakfast,
I go back to the sheep.
Evening, get them bedded down.
Come in for supper,
go back to the sheep.
Spend half the night
checking for damn coyotes.
Aguirre got no right
to make me do this.
You wanna switch?
I wouldn't mind sleeping out there.
That ain't the point. The point is,
we both bought to be in this camp.
Goddamn pup tent smells
like cat piss or worse.
I wouldn't mind being out there.
Well, I'm happy to switch with you,
but I warn you, I can't
cook worth a damn.
I am pretty good with
a can opener, though.
You can't be no worse than me, then.
Here you go.
You won't get much sleep,
I'll tell you that.
Yup. Come on.
Shot a coyote up there.
It's a big son of a bitch.
He had balls on him
the size of apples.
He looked like he could
eat himself a camel.
You want some of this hot water?
It's all yours.
I don't rodeo much myself.
I mean, what's the point
of riding some piece of
stock for eight seconds?
Money's a good point.
True enough.
If you don't get
stomped winning it, huh?
Yeah.
Well, my old man, he was a bull rider.
Thank you.
Pretty well-known in his day.
Though he kept his secrets to himself.
Never taught me a thing,
never once come to see me ride.
Your brother and sister do right by you?
They did the best they could
after my folks was gone.
Considering they didn't leave us
nothing but $24 in a coffee can.
I got me a year of high school.
That was before the transmission
went on the pickup.
And then my sis left.
She married a roughneck, moved to Casper.
And me and my brother,
we went and got ourselves some
work on a ranch up near Worland.
Till I was 19.
Then he got married.
And no more room for me.
That's how come me end up here.
What?
Man, that's more words than
you've spoke in the past two weeks.
Hell, that's the most
I've spoke in a year.
But my dad, he was a fine roper.
Didn't rodeo much, though.
He thought rodeo cowboys
was all fuck-ups.
The hell they are.
Well...
There you go.
I'm spurring his guts out!
Waving to the girls in the stands!
He's kicking me to high heaven,
but he don't jackboard me! No!
I think my dad was right.
Tent don't look right.
Well, it ain't going nowhere.
Let it be.
That harmonica don't
sound quite right either.
That's 'cause it got kind of
flattened when that mare threw me.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
I thought you said that
mare couldn't throw you.
She got lucky.
Yeah, well, if I got lucky, that
harmonica would've broke in two.
I know I shall meet you on that final day.
Water-walking Jesus, take me away!
Very good.
Oh, yeah.
My mama, she believes in the Pentecost.
Oh, yeah?
What exactly is the Pentecost?
I mean, my folks, they was Methodist.
The Pentecost.
I don't know, I don't know
what the Pentecost is.
Mom never explained it to me.
I guess it's when the world ends
and fellas like you and me,
we march off to hell.
Speak for yourself.
You may be a sinner, but I ain't
yet had the opportunity.
Thank you.
Shit!
I'm gonna go up to the sheep now.
Give them hell.
No, I'm...
You can hardly stand.
It's too late to go to them sheep.
Well, you got an extra blanket?
I'll just roll up out
here, grab 40 winks
and I'll ride out at first light.
You'll freeze your ass off
when that fire dies down.
Oh, that's good.
You're better off sleeping in the tent.
Yeah.
All right.
Ennis!
What?
Just quit your yammering and get in here!
Come on, come on.
What are you doing?
See you for supper.
Yeah. Come on.
Come on.
This is a one-shot thing
we got going on here.
It's nobody's business but ours.
You know I ain't queer.
Me, neither.
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
Lie back. Come on.
Twist.
Your Uncle Harold's in the
hospital with pneumonia.
Docs don't expect he'll make it.
Your ma sent me to
tell you, so here I am.
Bad news.
There ain't nothing I can
do about it up here, I guess.
There's not much you can do
about it down there, neither.
Not unless you can cure pneumonia.
God damn! Jesus!
Them sheep will drift if I don't
get back up there tonight!
You'll get pitched off your
mount in a storm like this.
You'll wish you hadn't tried it!
It's too cold! Close it up!
What are we supposed to do now, huh?
Get on in there and untangle them
Chilean sheep out of ours, I guess.
Oh, where is it? Shit!
God, half the goddamn
paint brands have wore off!
We gotta try. The least we can do is
get the count right for Aguirre.
Fuck Aguirre!
Oh, yeah, fuck Aguirre.
What if we need to work for him again?
You think of that?
We gotta stick this out, Jack.
You'll run them sheep off
again if you don't quiet down.
What are you doing?
Aguirre came by again.
Says my uncle didn't die after all.
Says bring them down.
Bring them down, why?
It's the middle of August.
Says there's a storm coming,
moving in from the Pacific.
Worse than this one.
That snow barely stuck an hour. Huh?
Besides, that son of a bitch, he's
cutting us out a whole month's pay.
It ain't right.
Well,
I can spare you a loan, bud,
if you're short on cash.
Give it to you when we get to Signal.
I don't need your money, huh?
You know, I ain't in
the poorhouse. Shit!
All right.
Time to get going, cowboy.
Come here!
This ain't no rodeo, cowboy!
Oh, shit!
Ennis. Ennis.
Come here. You okay?
You okay? Yeah.
Some of these never
went up there with you.
Count ain't what I'd hoped for, neither.
You ranch stiffs,
you ain't never no good.
Wanna give it some gas?
I can't believe I left
my damn shirt up there.
Yeah.
You gonna do this again next summer?
Well, maybe not.
Like I said, me and Alma is
getting married in November.
So,
I'll try to get something
on a ranch, I guess.
And you?
Might go up to my daddy's place and
give him a hand through the winter.
I might be back.
If the Army don't get me.
Well, I guess I'll
see you around, huh?
Right.
What the fuck are you looking at? Huh?
"And forgive us our trespasses..."
as we forgive those
who trespass against us.
"Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
"For thine is the kingdom, the power...
and the glory, forever. Amen."
Under the powers invested in me,
I now pronounce you man and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
And if you don't, I will.
You all right? No.
Stop!
No, please don't!
My old lady's trying
to get me to quit this job.
She says I'm getting too old to be
breaking my back shoveling asphalt.
I told her strong backs and weak
minds runs in the family.
She didn't think that was too funny.
I told her it keeps me fit.
Morning.
Pulled in last night.
Didn't want to wake you up.
Oh, no, I was just...
I thought I'd tell you before
the Sergeant showed up.
Parking this trailer
on the beach is illegal.
Yeah!
Well, look what the wind blew in.
Hi, Mr. Aguirre.
I was wondering if you was
needing any help this summer.
You're wasting your time here.
What, you ain't got nothing?
Nothing up on Brokeback?
I ain't got no work for you.
Ennis Del Mar ain't
been around, has he?
You boys sure found a way to
make the time pass up there.
Twist,
you guys wasn't getting paid to
leave the dogs baby-sit the sheep
while you stemmed the rose.
Now get the hell out of my trailer.
How my girls doing?
All right. Jenny's
still got a runny nose.
Ennis, could you wipe Alma Jr.'s nose?
If I had three hands, I could.
Girls all right?
Yeah. Jenny stopped her coughing.
I think I should take the
girls into town this weekend.
Get them an ice cream. Something.
Can't we move to town?
I'm tired of these
lonesome old ranches.
No one's around for
Junior to play with.
Besides, I'm scared for Jenny,
scared if she has another one
of them bad asthma spells.
No, rent in town is too high.
There's a cheap place in Riverton,
over the Laundromat.
I bet I could fix it up real nice.
I bet you could fix this place
up real nice if you wanted to.
Ennis.
I know you'd like it, too.
Real home, other kids for
the girls to play with.
Not so lonely like you were raised.
You don't want them to
be so lonely, do you?
Yeah.
Come here.
It ain't so lonely now, is it?
Are you sure the girls are asleep?
Yeah.
Come here.
Ennis.
Let her rip and snort, boys!
Jack Twist, hanging on for dear life!
And down he goes!
Watch out there, fella!
He's coming for you.
Send in the clowns!
Okay, a fine ride by Mr. Twist.
Shit!
Four seconds for him.
Give them a hand, folks,
our very own rodeo clowns!
Give us a beer, Doug.
I'd like to buy Jimbo here a beer.
Best damn rodeo clown
I've ever worked with.
No thanks, cowboy.
If I was to let every rodeo
hand I pulled a bull off of
buy me liquor, I'd have
been a alcoholic long ago.
Pulling bulls off of you
buckaroos is just my job.
So save your money for your
next entry fee, cowboy.
You ever try calf roping?
Do I look like I can afford
a fucking roping horse?
Shouldn't we move a little closer?
No. Come on, let's don't.
Jenny'll get scared.
Look at this crowd!
Bound to be a lot of pussy on
the hoof in a crowd like this.
All swelled up with patriotic feeling
and ready to be humped like a frog.
So, where do you figure
the most pussy is at?
Las Vegas or California?
Hell, I don't know,
but if you make it between Montana
and Wyoming, I'd take Wyoming...
Hey! You might want to keep it down,
I got two little girls here.
Fuck you. Asshole.
Probably quit giving it to his
wife after his kids was born.
You know what that's like.
Yeah.
Ennis, let's move.
Let's just move, okay?
Now, I don't want
any trouble from you.
You need to shut your slop-bucket
mouths, you hear me?
You ought to listen
to your old lady, then.
Is that right?
Yeah. Move somewhere else.
What about it? You wanna lose about
half your fucking teeth, huh?
Not tonight, bud.
I'd sure rather not.
Here she comes, ladies and gentlemen!
Oh, boy, look at her fly!
This is Lureen Newsome from
right here in Childress, Texas!
Come on, folks, she's gotta hear
it, let's give her a big hand!
She's turning on two!
She's around three!
Come on, folks! Help her home!
Come on! Come on!
And the time is 16 and 9!
Here's Cheyenne Hodson
from Cody, Wyoming!
Come on, girl!
She's headed around two!
Is there anybody here from Wyoming?
Ma'am.
How about it, folks?
Come on, Cheyenne!
And her time is 17 and 2!
Here comes Scotty Griffiths,
out of Lubbock, Texas.
Come on, Scotty!
Damn it! Let's give Scotty
Griffiths a big hand, folks.
Better luck next time, cowboy.
Boy, I tell you, folks, what a
heck of a way to make a living!
Next up is an up-and-comer!
Jack Twist from all the way up
in Lightning Flat, Wyoming.
He's on board Sleepy today!
Let's hope he's not!
Okay!
There they go, folks!
And look at Sleepy go, boy!
He's broke free today, folks!
Come on, spin and spin and spin!
Oh, boy! Good ride, cowboy!
Well, let's see what the judges say!
I tell you, folks, that sure looked
like the winning ride to me!
You know that girl?
I sure do. Lureen Newsome.
Her dad sells farm equipment.
I mean, big farm equipment.
$ 100,000 tractors, shit like that.
What are you waiting for, cowboy?
A mating call?
No one's gonna love you like me.
No one else, can't you see?
No one's gonna love you like me.
No one, no one.
No one else, can't you see?
No one's gonna love you like me.
No one, no one.
I know sometimes you felt.
So lonely.
I know.
You felt so sad and blue.
Oh, wait, hold on.
You don't think I'm too fast, do you?
Maybe we should put the brakes on?
Fast or slow, I just like
the direction you're going.
You are in a hurry.
My daddy's the hurry.
He expects me home
with the car by midnight.
Come here, come here.
Hi, Monroe. Hey, Ennis.
Is Alma here?
Yeah, she's in the condiments aisle.
The what? Ketchup.
Thanks.
Your boy gonna play again this year?
Excuse us! Yeah, excuse me.
Hey, honey.
Honey, what are y'all doing here?
Big hurry.
My boss called and, well, he
wants me to go up to the ranch.
Mama.
I guess all the heifers must've
decided to calve at the same time.
I figured I could drop
the girls off with you.
Ennis, well
I got a million things I gotta
do here before I can leave.
I don't get off for
another three hours.
Mama, I need crayons.
Not now, Alma.
Ennis, please, you promised
you'd take them tonight.
Alma, I can't afford not to be
there when the heifers calve.
Right, it'd be my job
if I lose any of them.
What about my job?
Okay, all right, I'll call my sister.
I'll see if she can take them.
All right. All right.
You be a good girl for
your mama, all right?
I'll be half the night.
Bring home some ground
steaks if you think of it.
Come here. Oh, Alma, please!
Oh, boy.
Okay. Monroe, I'm so sorry.
It's okay. It's okay, Alma.
I'll clean this up just as soon as I
call my sister to come get the girls.
Really, Alma, it's okay.
I'll get it.
Alma, come with me.
Watch your feet.
Alma.
It's just like my hand.
Honey, got a surprise for you.
Hey.
I got two whole boxes
of formula for you.
You did?
120 cans.
120?
L.D., where did you put them?
Oh, hell, back seat of
the car, where I left them.
Rodeo can get them.
L.D., I can already see who
little Bobby looks like.
Good job, little girl.
He's the spitting
image of his grandpa.
Isn't he just the spitting
image of his grandpa?
Yeah.
Look at those eyes.
Hey.
Hey, honey.
Hey, Ennis, you know
somebody, name of Jack?
Maybe. Why?
'Cause you got a postcard.
It come general delivery.
Is he somebody you
cowboyed with, or what?
No, Jack, he rodeos, mostly.
We was fishing buddies.
You can color that one, too.
I'll color the beach.
Maybe we could
get a baby-sitter.
Huh?
Take your friend to
the Knife and Fork?
No, Jack ain't the restaurant type.
We'll more likely just
go out and get drunk.
That's if he shows.
Okay, we take one more bite, and
then you're finished with dinner.
There, that's a good bite.
All right, you're excused.
Please. Thank you.
Jack fucking Twist.
Son of a bitch.
Come here.
Alma, this is Jack Twist.
And, Jack, this is my wife, Alma.
Howdy. Hello.
You got a kid.
Yeah, I got two little girls.
Alma Jr. and Jenny.
I got a boy. Yeah?
Eight months old. Smiles a lot.
I married the prettiest little
gal in Childress, Texas.
Yeah? Lureen.
So me and Jack, we're gonna head out
and get ourselves a drink. Yeah?
Sure enough.
Pleased to meet you, ma'am.
We might not get back tonight
when we get to drinking
and talking and all.
Ennis?
Would you get me a pack of smokes?
If you need smokes, Alma, they're
in the top pocket of my blue shirt.
There in the bedroom.
Four years. Damn!
Yeah, four years.
Didn't think I'd hear from you again.
I figured you were
sore from that punch.
Right next summer, I drove
back up to Brokeback.
Talked to Aguirre about a job, and...
He told me you hadn't
been back, so I left.
Went down to Texas for rodeoing.
That's how I met Lureen.
Made $2, 000 that year, bull riding.
Nearly starved.
Lureen's old man makes serious
money, farm machine business.
Of course, he hates my guts.
And the Army didn't get you?
No, too busted up.
And rodeoing ain't what
it was in my daddy's day.
Got out while I could still walk.
Swear to God, I didn't know we was
going to get into this again.
Yes I did. I red-lined it all the way.
I couldn't get here fast enough.
What about you?
Me? I don't know.
I don't know.
Old Brokeback got us good, don't it?
What are we gonna do now?
I doubt there's nothing we can do.
So now I'm stuck with what I got here.
Making a living is about
all I got time for now.
Hey.
Well, me and Jack is headed up
the mountain for a day or two.
Do ourselves a little fishing.
You know, your friend could come
inside, have a cup of coffee.
Well, he's from Texas.
Texans don't drink coffee?
You sure that foreman won't
fire you for taking off?
You know, that foreman, he owes me.
I worked through
a blizzard last Christmas.
You remember that?
Besides, I'll only
be a couple of days.
Bring fish, Daddy.
A big, big one!
Come here. Come here.
Come here.
See you Sunday, latest.
I'm starving. Want to
get something to eat?
Yup.
Last one in!
Is there anything interesting
up there in heaven?
Well, I was just sending
up a prayer of thanks.
For what?
For you forgetting to
bring that harmonica.
I'm enjoying the peace and quiet.
You know it could be like
this, just like this, always.
Yeah? How do you figure that?
What if you and me had
a little ranch somewhere,
a little cow-and-calf operation?
It'd be a sweet life.
I mean, hell, Lureen's old man,
you bet he'd give me a
down payment to get lost.
I mean, he more or
less already said it.
No, I...
I told you it ain't gonna be that way.
You know,
you got your wife and baby in Texas.
You know, I got my life in Riverton.
Is that so?
You and Alma, that's a life?
Now you shut up about Alma.
This ain't her fault.
The bottom line is,
we're around each other
and this thing grabs hold of us again
in the wrong place,
in the wrong time,
and we're dead.
I tell you,
there were these two old guys
ranched up together down home.
Earl and Rich.
And they was a joke in town,
even though they were
pretty tough old birds.
Anyway, they found Earl dead
in an irrigation ditch.
They took a tire iron
to him, spurred him up
and drug him around by his
dick till it pulled off.
You seen this?
Yeah, I was what? 9 years old.
My daddy, he made sure
me and my brother seen it.
Hell, for all I know, he done the job.
Two guys living together?
No way.
Now, we can get together
once in a while,
way the hell out in the
middle of nowhere, but...
"Once in a while."
Every four fucking years?
Well, if you can't fix it,
Jack, you gotta stand it.
For how long?
As long as we can ride it.
There ain't no reins on this one.
It's nearly supper time.
Where the hell do
you think you're going?
To work!
I thought you had the day off!
Well, you thought wrong!
The girls need to be fed.
Well, you take care of it!
Alma! Alma!
Supper's on the stove!
No one's eating
unless you're serving it!
I already promised
I'd take the extra shift!
Fucking tell them you
made a mistake, then!
God damn it, Alma! Alma!
You girls need a push or something?
No.
Listen to her purr, gentlemen!
You ain't gonna get
that with your Caddy!
I told you what she could do,
and now let me show you.
Say, didn't that pissant
used to ride the bulls?
He used to try.
Honey, have you seen my blue parka?
Last time I seen it, you was in it,
day we had that big ice storm.
Well, could have sworn
I seen it in here.
You know,
you've been going up to
Wyoming all these years.
Why can't your buddy come
down here to Texas and fish?
Because the Bighorn
Mountains ain't in Texas.
And I don't think that his pickup
could make it down here, anyway.
New model coming in
this week, remember?
You're the best
combine salesman we got.
You're the only combine
salesman, in fact.
Yeah, I'll be back in a week.
That is, unless I freeze to death,
and I'll freeze if I
don't find that parka.
Well, I don't have your goddamn parka.
You know, you're worse than Bobby
when it comes to losing stuff.
Well, speaking of Bobby,
did you call his school
about getting him a tutor?
I thought you were gonna call.
I complain too much.
That teacher don't like me.
Now it's your turn.
Okay, fine, so I'll call later.
Right. Fine.
Goodbye.
Got 14 hours of driving ahead of me.
See now, it don't seem fair, you going
up there two, three times a year
with him never coming down here.
Ennis, they got an opening over at the
power company. Might be good pay.
Well, as clumsy as I am,
I'd probably get electrocuted.
Daddy, the church
picnic's next weekend.
Will you be back from
fishing by next weekend?
Please, Daddy? Please!
Well, all right, as long
as I don't have to sing.
Daddy. Thank you.
You forgetting something?
You're late.
Look what I brought.
This way.
There you go! No hands!
It's all yours, buddy!
It's all yours.
Come on, come on.
Come on in, Alvin.
I've been trying to
call you for hours.
It's Saturday night, you know,
we could still smarten up
and head on over to the church social.
That fire and brimstone crowd?
I think it'd be nice.
Ennis.
As far behind as we are on the bills,
it makes me nervous
not to take no precaution.
If you don't want no more of my kids,
I'll be happy to leave you alone.
I'd have them, if you'd support them.
Custody of the two minor children,
Alma Del Mar Jr. and Jennifer Del
Mar, is awarded to plaintiff.
Defendant is ordered to pay
child support to plaintiff
in the sum of $ 125 per month
for each of the minor children
until they reach the age of 18 years.
Del Mar divorce granted, this
sixth day of November, 1975.
King of the road!
In you go.
What are you doing here, huh?
I got your message about the divorce.
Come here.
Well, this here's Jack.
Jack, these are my little girls.
There's Alma Jr. and Jenny.
Hi.
- Say hi, girls.
- Hi.
I got your card that the
divorce came through.
Yeah.
So here I am.
I had to ask about 10
different people in Riverton
where you had moved to.
I guess, I thought
that this means you...
No, Jack, I don't know what to say.
See, I got the girls
this weekend and...
Jeez, I...
I'm sure as hell sorry. You know I am.
See, I only get them once a
month, and I missed last month.
So I just...
Because of the roundup.
So...
Well...
Yeah, all right.
Jack.
I'll see you next month, then.
Coming up.
Here we go. Here we are!
Whoa there, Rodeo.
The stud duck do
the carving around here.
You bet, L.D.
I was just saving you the trouble.
Bobby, if you don't eat your dinner,
I'm gonna have to
turn off that television.
Why, Mama?
I'm gonna be eating this
food for the next two weeks.
Hey, you heard your mama.
You finish your meal, and
then you can watch the game.
Daddy?
Daddy.
Hell, we don't eat with our eyes.
You want your boy to grow up to
be a man, don't you, Daughter?
Boys should watch football.
Not until he finishes eating the meal
that his mama took three hours to fix.
Now you sit down,
you old son of a bitch!
This is my house, this is my child
and you are my guest. Now you sit down
before I knock your ignorant
ass into next week.
Daddy, tell about when you
rode broncs in the rodeo.
Well, that's a short story, honey.
It was only about three
seconds I was on that bronc.
The next thing I knew, I was
flying through the air,
only I was no angel like
you and Jenny here.
I didn't have no wings.
And that's the story
of my saddle bronc career.
There you go.
You ought to get married again, Ennis.
Me and the girls worry about
you being alone so much.
Well, once burned...
You still go fishing with Jack Twist?
Not often.
You know, I used to wonder how come
you never brought any trouts home.
You always said you caught plenty
and you know how me
and the girls like fish.
So, one night, I got
your creel case open
night before you went on
one of your little trips.
Price tag still on
it after five years.
And I tied a note to
the end of the line.
It said, "Hello, Ennis, bring
some fish home. Love, Alma."
And then you come
back looking all perky
and said you caught a bunch of
brownies and you ate them up.
Do you remember?
I looked in that
case first chance I got
and there was my
note still tied there.
That line hadn't touched
water in its life.
That don't mean nothing, Alma.
Don't try and fool me no more, Ennis.
I know what that means. Jack Twist.
Alma.
Jack "Nasty"!
You didn't go up there to fish.
You and him...
Now you listen to me, you
don't know nothing about it.
I'm going to yell for Monroe.
You do it and I'll make you
eat the fucking floor.
Get out!
And you, too!
Get out! Get out!
Get out of my house, Ennis Del Mar!
You hear me? You get out!
Daddy?
Alma?
Bye, Daddy!
Bye.
Hey, asshole,
watch where you're going!
Jesus. What...
Jesus...
You stupid fuck!
God damn!
God. God damn.
Oh, fuck!
Damn it!
All I'm saying is, what's
the point of making it?
If the taxes don't get it, the
inflation will eat it all up.
You should see Lureen punching
numbers in her adding machine.
Hunting for extra zeros, her
eyes getting smaller and smaller.
It's like watching a rabbit trying to
squeeze into a snake hole
with a coyote on its tail.
That's some high class
entertainment, if you ask me.
For what it's worth.
You and Lureen, it's normal and all?
Sure.
She don't ever suspect?
You ever get the feeling,
I don't know,
when you're in town
and someone looks at you
suspicious, like he knows.
Then you go out on the pavement
and everyone's looking at you
like they all know, too?
Well, maybe you ought to
get out of there, you know?
Find yourself someplace
different, maybe Texas.
Texas?
Sure, and maybe you can convince Alma
to let you and Lureen adopt the girls.
Then we could just live
together, herding sheep.
And it'll rain money from L.D. Newsome
and whiskey will flow in the streams.
Jack, that's real smart.
Go to hell, Ennis Del Mar.
You wanna live your miserable fucking life?
Then go right ahead.
Fine.
I was just thinking out loud.
Yup, you're a real thinker there.
God damn...
Jack fucking Twist.
Got it all figured out, ain't he?
All right, hon.
Just finished my shift.
Wanna dance?
I was on my way to the...
I'm Cassie. Cassie Cartwright.
Ennis. Del Mar.
No more dancing for me, I hope.
You're safe. Yeah?
My feet hurt.
Hard work, is it?
Yeah, drunks like you
demanding beer after beer,
smoking. Gets tiresome.
What do you do, Ennis Del Mar?
Well, earlier today,
I was castrating calves.
What are you doing?
Trying to get a foot rub, dummy.
All right.
That good?
And then I pledged Tri Delt at SMU.
And I sure never thought
I'd end up in a poky little
place like Childress.
Then I met old Randall
here at an Aggie game
and he was an animal husbandry major.
So we've been here for a month
and he got the foreman job
over at Roy Taylor's ranch.
Like it or not, here I am!
Was you Tri Delt?
I was Kappa Phi myself.
Well, even though we ain't
quite sorority sisters,
we just may have to dance
with ourselves, Lureen.
Our husbands ain't the least
bit interested in dancing.
They ain't got a smidgen
of rhythm between them.
It's funny, isn't it?
Husbands don't never seem to
wanna dance with their wives.
Why do you think that is, Jack?
I don't know,
I never give it any thought.
Wanna dance?
Yes, thank you.
Do you mind?
No, it's all right. Go ahead.
All right.
Pardon us.
Thank you for asking
me to dance with you.
I really appreciate that.
Randall never does.
Last time I did, I think
it was our wedding.
It's a good thing you and Lureen
happened along when you did
or else we'd still be stuck on the
side of the road in that darn pickup.
I told Randall we
ought to take the car.
Of course, he'd never listen to me.
He wouldn't listen to me if
he was going deaf tomorrow.
I told him it'd take more than
chewing gum and baling wire
to fix that pickup.
Well, he's never been
very mechanical, though.
Come over here and ask...
You ever notice how a woman will powder
her nose before she goes to a party?
And then she'll powder it
again once the party's over.
I mean, why powder your nose
just to go home and go to bed?
Don't know.
Even if I wanted to know,
I couldn't get a word in with
Lashawn long enough to ask.
Woman talks a blue streak.
Lively little gal.
You'll like working for Roy Taylor.
He's solid, Roy.
Yeah, Roy. He's a good old boy.
He's got a little cabin
down on Lake Kemp.
Got a crappie house, little boat.
Said I could use it whenever I want.
We ought to go down
there some weekend.
Drink a little whiskey, fish some.
Get away, you know?
That was right out of SMU.
I could've had my pick of pretty
much any job in North Dallas.
So my pick was Neiman Marcus,
which was a disaster
because, honey, where clothes is
concerned, I got no resistance.
I was spending more than I made.
More than Randall ever will make.
We come out here thinking that ranching
was still big hats and Marlboros.
Boy, were we behind the times.
Hey there, Junior. You ready?
What do you think?
Your daddy ever gonna see
fit to settle down again?
Don't know.
Maybe he's not the marrying kind.
You don't think so?
Or you don't think
I'm the one for him?
You're good enough.
You don't say much, but you
get your point across.
Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude.
All right.
You're staying on your feet, cowboy.
Excuse me, darling.
So I'll pick you and Jenny up
next weekend, after church.
Fine.
You all right?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Daddy, I was thinking, what
with the new baby and all,
Ma and Monroe have been
awful strict on me.
More on me than Jenny even.
I was thinking, maybe I could...
Maybe I could come stay with you.
I'd be an awful good help,
I know I would.
Now, you know I ain't set up for that.
With the roundup coming,
I won't ever be home.
It's all right, Daddy.
I'm not saying that I wouldn't...
It's all right, I understand.
Well, see you on Sunday, then.
Bye.
Bye, sweetheart.
Going to snow tonight for sure.
Yup.
All this time and you ain't
found nobody else to marry?
I been putting the blocks to a
good-looking little gal over in Riverton.
She's a waitress.
Wants to go to nursing
school or something.
I don't know.
What about you and Lureen?
Lureen's good at making hard
deals in the machinery business
but as far as our marriage goes,
we could do it over the phone.
I kind of got this thing going
with a ranch foreman's
wife over in Rutters.
What? I'm bound to get shot
by Lureen or her husband each
time I slip off to see her.
You probably deserve it.
Tell you what.
The truth is,
sometimes I miss you so much,
I can hardly stand it.
I guess I'll head up
on to Lightning Flat.
See the folks for a day or two.
There's something I been
meaning to tell you, bud.
Well, it's likely November before
I can come out here again.
After we ship stock and before
winter feeding starts again.
November.
What in the hell ever
happened to August?
Well...
Christ, Ennis.
You know, you had a fucking week to
say some little word about this.
Why is it we're always
in the frigging cold?
We ought to go south where
it's warm, you know!
We ought to go to Mexico.
Mexico?
Hell, Jack, you know me.
About all the traveling I ever done
is around a coffee pot,
looking for the handle.
Come on, Jack. Lighten up on me.
We can hunt in November.
Kill us a nice elk.
I'll try if I can get
Don Wroe's cabin again.
We had a good time
that year, didn't we?
There's never enough
time, never enough.
You know, friend,
this is a goddamn bitch of
an unsatisfactory situation.
You used to come away easy.
Now it's like seeing the Pope.
Jack, I got to work.
In them earlier days,
I'd just quit the job.
You...
You forget what it's like
being broke all the time.
You ever hear of child support?
I'll tell you this, I can't quit this
one and I can't get the time off.
It was hard enough getting this time.
The trade-off was August.
Well, you got a better idea?
I did, once.
You did, once.
Well, have you been
to Mexico, Jack Twist?
'Cause I hear what they got
in Mexico for boys like you.
Hell, yes, I've been to Mexico.
Is that a fucking problem?
I'm going to tell you this one
time, Jack fucking Twist.
And I ain't fooling.
What I don't know, all them
things that I don't know
could get you killed
if I come to know them.
I ain't joking.
Yeah, well try this one,
and I'll say it just once.
Go ahead!
I'll tell you what.
We could have had
a good life together.
Fucking real good life.
Had us a place of our own!
But you didn't want it, Ennis.
So what we got now
is Brokeback Mountain!
Everything's built on that!
That's all we got, boy.
Fucking all.
So I hope you know that, if you
don't never know the rest!
God damn it.
You count the damn few times
that we have been together
in nearly 20 years
and you measure the short
fucking leash you keep me on
and then you ask me about Mexico
and you tell me you'll kill me
for needing something
I don't hardly never get!
You have no idea how bad it gets!
And I'm not you! I can't make it
on a couple of high-altitude
fucks once or twice a year!
You are too much for me, Ennis.
You son of a whoreson bitch!
I wish I knew how to quit you!
Then why don't you?
Why don't you just let me be, huh?
It's because of you,
Jack, that I'm like this.
I'm nothing.
I'm nowhere.
It's okay.
Get the fuck off me!
It's all right. It's all right.
Damn you, Ennis.
I just can't stand this anymore, Jack.
Come on now, you're sleeping
on your feet like a horse.
My mama used to say that
to me when I was little.
And sing to me.
I got to go.
See you in the morning.
Excuse me.
Hey.
Ennis Del Mar.
Where you been?
Here and there.
I left word for you
with Steve at the ranch.
And you must've got those
notes I left at your place.
Looks like I got the message,
in any case.
Carl?
Yeah, Carl's nice.
He even talks.
Good for you.
Yeah.
Good for me.
I don't get you, Ennis Del Mar.
I'm sorry.
I was probably no fun anyways, was I?
Ennis, girls don't
fall in love with fun.
Hello.
Hello, this is Ennis Del Mar.
Who? Who is this?
Ennis Del Mar.
I'm an old buddy of Jack's.
Jack used to mention you.
You're the fishing buddy or the
hunting buddy, I know that.
Would have let you know what happened
but I wasn't sure about
your name or address.
Jack kept his friends'
addresses in his head.
That's why I'm calling,
to see what happened.
Oh, yeah.
Jack was pumping up
a flat on the truck
out on a back road,
when the tire blew up.
The rim of the tire
slammed into his face,
broke his nose and jaw and knocked
him unconscious on his back.
By the time somebody come along,
he'd drowned in his own blood.
He was only 39 years old.
Hello? Hello?
Hello.
Was he buried down there?
We put a stone up.
He was cremated, like he wanted.
Half his ashes was interred here,
the rest was sent up with his folks.
He use to say he wanted his ashes
scattered on Brokeback Mountain,
but I wasn't sure where that was.
I thought Brokeback Mountain might
be around where he grew up.
Knowing Jack,
it might be some pretend place
where bluebirds sing
and there's a whiskey spring.
No, ma'am,
we was herding sheep
on Brokeback one summer
back in '63.
Well, he said it was
his favorite place.
I thought he meant to get drunk.
He drank a lot.
Is his folks still
up in Lightning Flat?
They'll be there
till the day they die.
Thank you for your time.
I sure am sorry.
We was good friends.
Get in touch with his folks.
I suppose they'd appreciate it
if his wishes was carried out.
About the ashes, I mean.
Want a cup of coffee, don't you?
Piece of cherry cake?
Yes, ma'am, I'll have a cup of coffee
but I can't eat no
cake just now. Thank you.
I feel awful bad about Jack.
Thank you.
I can't begin to tell
you how bad I feel.
I knew him a long time.
I come by to say that
if you want me to take his
ashes up there on Brokeback
like his wife said he wanted to,
then I'll be happy to.
I'll tell you what.
I know where Brokeback Mountain is.
Thought he was too goddamn special
to be buried in the family plot.
Jack used to say...
"Ennis Del Mar," he used to say.
"I'm gonna bring him
up here one of these days"
"and we'll lick this
damn ranch into shape."
He had some half-baked notion
the two of you was gonna move up here,
build a cabin, help run the place.
Then, this spring,
he got another fella gonna
come up here with him,
build the place, help run the ranch.
Some ranch neighbor of
his from down in Texas.
Gonna split up with his
wife and come back here,
so he says.
But, like most of Jack's ideas,
never come to pass.
I kept his room like
it was when he was a boy.
I think he appreciated that.
You are welcome to go up
to his room, if you want.
Yeah, I'd like that. Thank you.
Tell you what.
We got a family plot. He's going in it.
Yes, sir.
You come back and see us again.
Thank you, ma'am.
Hey there, Junior.
Hey, Daddy.
Come here.
Like the car?
Yeah. Is it yours?
It's Kurt's.
I thought you were seeing Troy.
Troy?
Daddy, that was two years ago.
Troy still playing baseball?
I don't know what he's doing.
I'm seeing Kurt now.
Well, what does Kurt do?
Works out in the oil fields.
So he's a roughneck, huh?
Yeah.
I guess you're 19, you can do
whatever you want. Isn't that right?
Sure.
Daddy, you need more furniture.
Yeah, well,
if you got nothing,
you don't need nothing.
So, what's the occasion?
Me and Kurt,
we're getting married.
Well...
So how long have you
known this guy for?
About a year.
Our wedding will be June 5,
at the Methodist church.
Jenny will be singing and Monroe
is gonna cater the reception.
Now this Kurt fella,
he loves you?
Yeah, Daddy.
He loves me.
Was hoping you'd be there.
Yeah.
I think I'm supposed to be on a
roundup down near the Tetons.
You know what?
I reckon they can find
themselves a new cowboy.
My little girl, getting married.
To Alma and Kurt.
Jack, I swear...
You pair of deuces looking for work,
I suggest you get your
scrawny asses in here pronto.
Up on Brokeback, the Forest Service
has got designated campsites
on the allotments.
Them camps can be 3, 4 miles from
where we pasture the woollies.
Bad predator loss if there's nobody
looking after them at night.
Now, what I want is a camp tender
to stay in the main camp,
where the Forest Service says.
But the herder,
he's gonna pitch a pup tent
on the QT with the sheep
and he's gonna sleep there.
You eat your supper
and breakfast in camp,
but you sleep with the sheep 100%.
No fire, don't leave no sign.
You roll up that tent every morning
in case Forest Service snoops around.
Yeah?
No.
No!
Not on your fucking life.
You got your dogs, your
30-30, you sleep there.
Last summer I had goddamn near 25% loss.
I don't want that again.
You.
Fridays at noon, be down at the bridge
with your grocery list and mules,
and somebody with supplies
will be there at the pick-up.
Tomorrow morning we'll truck
you up to the jump-off.
Jack Twist.
Ennis.
Your folks just stop at Ennis?
Del Mar.
Well, nice to know you, Ennis Del Mar.
My second year up here.
Last year, one storm, the
lightning killed 42 sheep.
Thought I'd asphyxiate from the smell.
Aguirre got all over my ass, like I
was supposed to control the weather.
But beats working for my old man.
Can't please my old man, no way.
That's why I took to rodeoing.
You ever rodeo?
You know, I mean, once in a while.
When I got the entry fee in my pocket.
Yeah.
Are you from ranch people?
Yeah, I was.
Your folks run you off?
No, they run themselves off.
There was one curve in the road
in 43 miles, and they miss it.
So the bank took the ranch
and my brother and sister,
they raised me, mostly.
Shit, that's hard.
Can I? Thank you.
Don't let them stray.
Joe will have your ass if you do.
Only thing, don't never order soup.
Them soup boxes are hard to pack.
Well, I don't eat soup.
You wanna watch it there.
That horse has a low startle point.
Doubt there's a filly
that could throw me.
Let's git, unless you wanna sit
around tying knots all day.
Oh, shit.
Can't wait till I get my own spread
and I won't have to put up with
Joe Aguirre's crap no more.
I'm saving for a place myself.
Alma and me, we're gonna get married
when I come down off this mountain.
Shit, that stay with the
sheep, no fire bullshit.
Aguirre got no right making us
do something against the rules.
No more beans.
Damn. Shit!
I don't know.
Something wrong?
Yeah, so what...
Why didn't we get the powdered
milk and the spuds?
That's all we got.
Well...
Here's next week's.
Thought you didn't eat soup.
Yeah, well, I'm sick of beans.
Too early in the summer
to be sick of beans.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Hold on.
Shit.
Come back here!
Whoa there, whoa.
All right. Fuck it.
Okay, you bastard.
Where the hell you been?
Been up with the sheep all day,
I get down here hungry as hell
and all I find is beans.
What in the hell happened, Ennis?
I come on a bear is what happened.
Goddamn horse spooked
and the mules took off
and scattered food everywhere.
Beans is about all we got left.
Got whiskey or something?
Dumb-ass mule.
I can't believe that. God damn.
Let me see.
Shit.
Well, we gotta do something
about this food situation.
Maybe I'll shoot one of the sheep.
Yeah, what if Aguirre finds out, huh?
We're supposed to guard
the sheep, not eat them.
What's the matter with you?
There are a thousand of them.
I'll stick with beans.
Well, I won't.
Yeah!
Getting tired of your dumb-ass missing.
Let's get a move on.
Don't want the Game and Fish
to catch us with no elk.
Come on. Shit.
Yeah, I'm commuting four hours a day.
I come in for breakfast,
I go back to the sheep.
Evening, get them bedded down.
Come in for supper,
go back to the sheep.
Spend half the night
checking for damn coyotes.
Aguirre got no right
to make me do this.
You wanna switch?
I wouldn't mind sleeping out there.
That ain't the point. The point is,
we both bought to be in this camp.
Goddamn pup tent smells
like cat piss or worse.
I wouldn't mind being out there.
Well, I'm happy to switch with you,
but I warn you, I can't
cook worth a damn.
I am pretty good with
a can opener, though.
You can't be no worse than me, then.
Here you go.
You won't get much sleep,
I'll tell you that.
Yup. Come on.
Shot a coyote up there.
It's a big son of a bitch.
He had balls on him
the size of apples.
He looked like he could
eat himself a camel.
You want some of this hot water?
It's all yours.
I don't rodeo much myself.
I mean, what's the point
of riding some piece of
stock for eight seconds?
Money's a good point.
True enough.
If you don't get
stomped winning it, huh?
Yeah.
Well, my old man, he was a bull rider.
Thank you.
Pretty well-known in his day.
Though he kept his secrets to himself.
Never taught me a thing,
never once come to see me ride.
Your brother and sister do right by you?
They did the best they could
after my folks was gone.
Considering they didn't leave us
nothing but $24 in a coffee can.
I got me a year of high school.
That was before the transmission
went on the pickup.
And then my sis left.
She married a roughneck, moved to Casper.
And me and my brother,
we went and got ourselves some
work on a ranch up near Worland.
Till I was 19.
Then he got married.
And no more room for me.
That's how come me end up here.
What?
Man, that's more words than
you've spoke in the past two weeks.
Hell, that's the most
I've spoke in a year.
But my dad, he was a fine roper.
Didn't rodeo much, though.
He thought rodeo cowboys
was all fuck-ups.
The hell they are.
Well...
There you go.
I'm spurring his guts out!
Waving to the girls in the stands!
He's kicking me to high heaven,
but he don't jackboard me! No!
I think my dad was right.
Tent don't look right.
Well, it ain't going nowhere.
Let it be.
That harmonica don't
sound quite right either.
That's 'cause it got kind of
flattened when that mare threw me.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
I thought you said that
mare couldn't throw you.
She got lucky.
Yeah, well, if I got lucky, that
harmonica would've broke in two.
I know I shall meet you on that final day.
Water-walking Jesus, take me away!
Very good.
Oh, yeah.
My mama, she believes in the Pentecost.
Oh, yeah?
What exactly is the Pentecost?
I mean, my folks, they was Methodist.
The Pentecost.
I don't know, I don't know
what the Pentecost is.
Mom never explained it to me.
I guess it's when the world ends
and fellas like you and me,
we march off to hell.
Speak for yourself.
You may be a sinner, but I ain't
yet had the opportunity.
Thank you.
Shit!
I'm gonna go up to the sheep now.
Give them hell.
No, I'm...
You can hardly stand.
It's too late to go to them sheep.
Well, you got an extra blanket?
I'll just roll up out
here, grab 40 winks
and I'll ride out at first light.
You'll freeze your ass off
when that fire dies down.
Oh, that's good.
You're better off sleeping in the tent.
Yeah.
All right.
Ennis!
What?
Just quit your yammering and get in here!
Come on, come on.
What are you doing?
See you for supper.
Yeah. Come on.
Come on.
This is a one-shot thing
we got going on here.
It's nobody's business but ours.
You know I ain't queer.
Me, neither.
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
Lie back. Come on.
Twist.
Your Uncle Harold's in the
hospital with pneumonia.
Docs don't expect he'll make it.
Your ma sent me to
tell you, so here I am.
Bad news.
There ain't nothing I can
do about it up here, I guess.
There's not much you can do
about it down there, neither.
Not unless you can cure pneumonia.
God damn! Jesus!
Them sheep will drift if I don't
get back up there tonight!
You'll get pitched off your
mount in a storm like this.
You'll wish you hadn't tried it!
It's too cold! Close it up!
What are we supposed to do now, huh?
Get on in there and untangle them
Chilean sheep out of ours, I guess.
Oh, where is it? Shit!
God, half the goddamn
paint brands have wore off!
We gotta try. The least we can do is
get the count right for Aguirre.
Fuck Aguirre!
Oh, yeah, fuck Aguirre.
What if we need to work for him again?
You think of that?
We gotta stick this out, Jack.
You'll run them sheep off
again if you don't quiet down.
What are you doing?
Aguirre came by again.
Says my uncle didn't die after all.
Says bring them down.
Bring them down, why?
It's the middle of August.
Says there's a storm coming,
moving in from the Pacific.
Worse than this one.
That snow barely stuck an hour. Huh?
Besides, that son of a bitch, he's
cutting us out a whole month's pay.
It ain't right.
Well,
I can spare you a loan, bud,
if you're short on cash.
Give it to you when we get to Signal.
I don't need your money, huh?
You know, I ain't in
the poorhouse. Shit!
All right.
Time to get going, cowboy.
Come here!
This ain't no rodeo, cowboy!
Oh, shit!
Ennis. Ennis.
Come here. You okay?
You okay? Yeah.
Some of these never
went up there with you.
Count ain't what I'd hoped for, neither.
You ranch stiffs,
you ain't never no good.
Wanna give it some gas?
I can't believe I left
my damn shirt up there.
Yeah.
You gonna do this again next summer?
Well, maybe not.
Like I said, me and Alma is
getting married in November.
So,
I'll try to get something
on a ranch, I guess.
And you?
Might go up to my daddy's place and
give him a hand through the winter.
I might be back.
If the Army don't get me.
Well, I guess I'll
see you around, huh?
Right.
What the fuck are you looking at? Huh?
"And forgive us our trespasses..."
as we forgive those
who trespass against us.
"Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
"For thine is the kingdom, the power...
and the glory, forever. Amen."
Under the powers invested in me,
I now pronounce you man and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
And if you don't, I will.
You all right? No.
Stop!
No, please don't!
My old lady's trying
to get me to quit this job.
She says I'm getting too old to be
breaking my back shoveling asphalt.
I told her strong backs and weak
minds runs in the family.
She didn't think that was too funny.
I told her it keeps me fit.
Morning.
Pulled in last night.
Didn't want to wake you up.
Oh, no, I was just...
I thought I'd tell you before
the Sergeant showed up.
Parking this trailer
on the beach is illegal.
Yeah!
Well, look what the wind blew in.
Hi, Mr. Aguirre.
I was wondering if you was
needing any help this summer.
You're wasting your time here.
What, you ain't got nothing?
Nothing up on Brokeback?
I ain't got no work for you.
Ennis Del Mar ain't
been around, has he?
You boys sure found a way to
make the time pass up there.
Twist,
you guys wasn't getting paid to
leave the dogs baby-sit the sheep
while you stemmed the rose.
Now get the hell out of my trailer.
How my girls doing?
All right. Jenny's
still got a runny nose.
Ennis, could you wipe Alma Jr.'s nose?
If I had three hands, I could.
Girls all right?
Yeah. Jenny stopped her coughing.
I think I should take the
girls into town this weekend.
Get them an ice cream. Something.
Can't we move to town?
I'm tired of these
lonesome old ranches.
No one's around for
Junior to play with.
Besides, I'm scared for Jenny,
scared if she has another one
of them bad asthma spells.
No, rent in town is too high.
There's a cheap place in Riverton,
over the Laundromat.
I bet I could fix it up real nice.
I bet you could fix this place
up real nice if you wanted to.
Ennis.
I know you'd like it, too.
Real home, other kids for
the girls to play with.
Not so lonely like you were raised.
You don't want them to
be so lonely, do you?
Yeah.
Come here.
It ain't so lonely now, is it?
Are you sure the girls are asleep?
Yeah.
Come here.
Ennis.
Let her rip and snort, boys!
Jack Twist, hanging on for dear life!
And down he goes!
Watch out there, fella!
He's coming for you.
Send in the clowns!
Okay, a fine ride by Mr. Twist.
Shit!
Four seconds for him.
Give them a hand, folks,
our very own rodeo clowns!
Give us a beer, Doug.
I'd like to buy Jimbo here a beer.
Best damn rodeo clown
I've ever worked with.
No thanks, cowboy.
If I was to let every rodeo
hand I pulled a bull off of
buy me liquor, I'd have
been a alcoholic long ago.
Pulling bulls off of you
buckaroos is just my job.
So save your money for your
next entry fee, cowboy.
You ever try calf roping?
Do I look like I can afford
a fucking roping horse?
Shouldn't we move a little closer?
No. Come on, let's don't.
Jenny'll get scared.
Look at this crowd!
Bound to be a lot of pussy on
the hoof in a crowd like this.
All swelled up with patriotic feeling
and ready to be humped like a frog.
So, where do you figure
the most pussy is at?
Las Vegas or California?
Hell, I don't know,
but if you make it between Montana
and Wyoming, I'd take Wyoming...
Hey! You might want to keep it down,
I got two little girls here.
Fuck you. Asshole.
Probably quit giving it to his
wife after his kids was born.
You know what that's like.
Yeah.
Ennis, let's move.
Let's just move, okay?
Now, I don't want
any trouble from you.
You need to shut your slop-bucket
mouths, you hear me?
You ought to listen
to your old lady, then.
Is that right?
Yeah. Move somewhere else.
What about it? You wanna lose about
half your fucking teeth, huh?
Not tonight, bud.
I'd sure rather not.
Here she comes, ladies and gentlemen!
Oh, boy, look at her fly!
This is Lureen Newsome from
right here in Childress, Texas!
Come on, folks, she's gotta hear
it, let's give her a big hand!
She's turning on two!
She's around three!
Come on, folks! Help her home!
Come on! Come on!
And the time is 16 and 9!
Here's Cheyenne Hodson
from Cody, Wyoming!
Come on, girl!
She's headed around two!
Is there anybody here from Wyoming?
Ma'am.
How about it, folks?
Come on, Cheyenne!
And her time is 17 and 2!
Here comes Scotty Griffiths,
out of Lubbock, Texas.
Come on, Scotty!
Damn it! Let's give Scotty
Griffiths a big hand, folks.
Better luck next time, cowboy.
Boy, I tell you, folks, what a
heck of a way to make a living!
Next up is an up-and-comer!
Jack Twist from all the way up
in Lightning Flat, Wyoming.
He's on board Sleepy today!
Let's hope he's not!
Okay!
There they go, folks!
And look at Sleepy go, boy!
He's broke free today, folks!
Come on, spin and spin and spin!
Oh, boy! Good ride, cowboy!
Well, let's see what the judges say!
I tell you, folks, that sure looked
like the winning ride to me!
You know that girl?
I sure do. Lureen Newsome.
Her dad sells farm equipment.
I mean, big farm equipment.
$ 100,000 tractors, shit like that.
What are you waiting for, cowboy?
A mating call?
No one's gonna love you like me.
No one else, can't you see?
No one's gonna love you like me.
No one, no one.
No one else, can't you see?
No one's gonna love you like me.
No one, no one.
I know sometimes you felt.
So lonely.
I know.
You felt so sad and blue.
Oh, wait, hold on.
You don't think I'm too fast, do you?
Maybe we should put the brakes on?
Fast or slow, I just like
the direction you're going.
You are in a hurry.
My daddy's the hurry.
He expects me home
with the car by midnight.
Come here, come here.
Hi, Monroe. Hey, Ennis.
Is Alma here?
Yeah, she's in the condiments aisle.
The what? Ketchup.
Thanks.
Your boy gonna play again this year?
Excuse us! Yeah, excuse me.
Hey, honey.
Honey, what are y'all doing here?
Big hurry.
My boss called and, well, he
wants me to go up to the ranch.
Mama.
I guess all the heifers must've
decided to calve at the same time.
I figured I could drop
the girls off with you.
Ennis, well
I got a million things I gotta
do here before I can leave.
I don't get off for
another three hours.
Mama, I need crayons.
Not now, Alma.
Ennis, please, you promised
you'd take them tonight.
Alma, I can't afford not to be
there when the heifers calve.
Right, it'd be my job
if I lose any of them.
What about my job?
Okay, all right, I'll call my sister.
I'll see if she can take them.
All right. All right.
You be a good girl for
your mama, all right?
I'll be half the night.
Bring home some ground
steaks if you think of it.
Come here. Oh, Alma, please!
Oh, boy.
Okay. Monroe, I'm so sorry.
It's okay. It's okay, Alma.
I'll clean this up just as soon as I
call my sister to come get the girls.
Really, Alma, it's okay.
I'll get it.
Alma, come with me.
Watch your feet.
Alma.
It's just like my hand.
Honey, got a surprise for you.
Hey.
I got two whole boxes
of formula for you.
You did?
120 cans.
120?
L.D., where did you put them?
Oh, hell, back seat of
the car, where I left them.
Rodeo can get them.
L.D., I can already see who
little Bobby looks like.
Good job, little girl.
He's the spitting
image of his grandpa.
Isn't he just the spitting
image of his grandpa?
Yeah.
Look at those eyes.
Hey.
Hey, honey.
Hey, Ennis, you know
somebody, name of Jack?
Maybe. Why?
'Cause you got a postcard.
It come general delivery.
Is he somebody you
cowboyed with, or what?
No, Jack, he rodeos, mostly.
We was fishing buddies.
You can color that one, too.
I'll color the beach.
Maybe we could
get a baby-sitter.
Huh?
Take your friend to
the Knife and Fork?
No, Jack ain't the restaurant type.
We'll more likely just
go out and get drunk.
That's if he shows.
Okay, we take one more bite, and
then you're finished with dinner.
There, that's a good bite.
All right, you're excused.
Please. Thank you.
Jack fucking Twist.
Son of a bitch.
Come here.
Alma, this is Jack Twist.
And, Jack, this is my wife, Alma.
Howdy. Hello.
You got a kid.
Yeah, I got two little girls.
Alma Jr. and Jenny.
I got a boy. Yeah?
Eight months old. Smiles a lot.
I married the prettiest little
gal in Childress, Texas.
Yeah? Lureen.
So me and Jack, we're gonna head out
and get ourselves a drink. Yeah?
Sure enough.
Pleased to meet you, ma'am.
We might not get back tonight
when we get to drinking
and talking and all.
Ennis?
Would you get me a pack of smokes?
If you need smokes, Alma, they're
in the top pocket of my blue shirt.
There in the bedroom.
Four years. Damn!
Yeah, four years.
Didn't think I'd hear from you again.
I figured you were
sore from that punch.
Right next summer, I drove
back up to Brokeback.
Talked to Aguirre about a job, and...
He told me you hadn't
been back, so I left.
Went down to Texas for rodeoing.
That's how I met Lureen.
Made $2, 000 that year, bull riding.
Nearly starved.
Lureen's old man makes serious
money, farm machine business.
Of course, he hates my guts.
And the Army didn't get you?
No, too busted up.
And rodeoing ain't what
it was in my daddy's day.
Got out while I could still walk.
Swear to God, I didn't know we was
going to get into this again.
Yes I did. I red-lined it all the way.
I couldn't get here fast enough.
What about you?
Me? I don't know.
I don't know.
Old Brokeback got us good, don't it?
What are we gonna do now?
I doubt there's nothing we can do.
So now I'm stuck with what I got here.
Making a living is about
all I got time for now.
Hey.
Well, me and Jack is headed up
the mountain for a day or two.
Do ourselves a little fishing.
You know, your friend could come
inside, have a cup of coffee.
Well, he's from Texas.
Texans don't drink coffee?
You sure that foreman won't
fire you for taking off?
You know, that foreman, he owes me.
I worked through
a blizzard last Christmas.
You remember that?
Besides, I'll only
be a couple of days.
Bring fish, Daddy.
A big, big one!
Come here. Come here.
Come here.
See you Sunday, latest.
I'm starving. Want to
get something to eat?
Yup.
Last one in!
Is there anything interesting
up there in heaven?
Well, I was just sending
up a prayer of thanks.
For what?
For you forgetting to
bring that harmonica.
I'm enjoying the peace and quiet.
You know it could be like
this, just like this, always.
Yeah? How do you figure that?
What if you and me had
a little ranch somewhere,
a little cow-and-calf operation?
It'd be a sweet life.
I mean, hell, Lureen's old man,
you bet he'd give me a
down payment to get lost.
I mean, he more or
less already said it.
No, I...
I told you it ain't gonna be that way.
You know,
you got your wife and baby in Texas.
You know, I got my life in Riverton.
Is that so?
You and Alma, that's a life?
Now you shut up about Alma.
This ain't her fault.
The bottom line is,
we're around each other
and this thing grabs hold of us again
in the wrong place,
in the wrong time,
and we're dead.
I tell you,
there were these two old guys
ranched up together down home.
Earl and Rich.
And they was a joke in town,
even though they were
pretty tough old birds.
Anyway, they found Earl dead
in an irrigation ditch.
They took a tire iron
to him, spurred him up
and drug him around by his
dick till it pulled off.
You seen this?
Yeah, I was what? 9 years old.
My daddy, he made sure
me and my brother seen it.
Hell, for all I know, he done the job.
Two guys living together?
No way.
Now, we can get together
once in a while,
way the hell out in the
middle of nowhere, but...
"Once in a while."
Every four fucking years?
Well, if you can't fix it,
Jack, you gotta stand it.
For how long?
As long as we can ride it.
There ain't no reins on this one.
It's nearly supper time.
Where the hell do
you think you're going?
To work!
I thought you had the day off!
Well, you thought wrong!
The girls need to be fed.
Well, you take care of it!
Alma! Alma!
Supper's on the stove!
No one's eating
unless you're serving it!
I already promised
I'd take the extra shift!
Fucking tell them you
made a mistake, then!
God damn it, Alma! Alma!
You girls need a push or something?
No.
Listen to her purr, gentlemen!
You ain't gonna get
that with your Caddy!
I told you what she could do,
and now let me show you.
Say, didn't that pissant
used to ride the bulls?
He used to try.
Honey, have you seen my blue parka?
Last time I seen it, you was in it,
day we had that big ice storm.
Well, could have sworn
I seen it in here.
You know,
you've been going up to
Wyoming all these years.
Why can't your buddy come
down here to Texas and fish?
Because the Bighorn
Mountains ain't in Texas.
And I don't think that his pickup
could make it down here, anyway.
New model coming in
this week, remember?
You're the best
combine salesman we got.
You're the only combine
salesman, in fact.
Yeah, I'll be back in a week.
That is, unless I freeze to death,
and I'll freeze if I
don't find that parka.
Well, I don't have your goddamn parka.
You know, you're worse than Bobby
when it comes to losing stuff.
Well, speaking of Bobby,
did you call his school
about getting him a tutor?
I thought you were gonna call.
I complain too much.
That teacher don't like me.
Now it's your turn.
Okay, fine, so I'll call later.
Right. Fine.
Goodbye.
Got 14 hours of driving ahead of me.
See now, it don't seem fair, you going
up there two, three times a year
with him never coming down here.
Ennis, they got an opening over at the
power company. Might be good pay.
Well, as clumsy as I am,
I'd probably get electrocuted.
Daddy, the church
picnic's next weekend.
Will you be back from
fishing by next weekend?
Please, Daddy? Please!
Well, all right, as long
as I don't have to sing.
Daddy. Thank you.
You forgetting something?
You're late.
Look what I brought.
This way.
There you go! No hands!
It's all yours, buddy!
It's all yours.
Come on, come on.
Come on in, Alvin.
I've been trying to
call you for hours.
It's Saturday night, you know,
we could still smarten up
and head on over to the church social.
That fire and brimstone crowd?
I think it'd be nice.
Ennis.
As far behind as we are on the bills,
it makes me nervous
not to take no precaution.
If you don't want no more of my kids,
I'll be happy to leave you alone.
I'd have them, if you'd support them.
Custody of the two minor children,
Alma Del Mar Jr. and Jennifer Del
Mar, is awarded to plaintiff.
Defendant is ordered to pay
child support to plaintiff
in the sum of $ 125 per month
for each of the minor children
until they reach the age of 18 years.
Del Mar divorce granted, this
sixth day of November, 1975.
King of the road!
In you go.
What are you doing here, huh?
I got your message about the divorce.
Come here.
Well, this here's Jack.
Jack, these are my little girls.
There's Alma Jr. and Jenny.
Hi.
- Say hi, girls.
- Hi.
I got your card that the
divorce came through.
Yeah.
So here I am.
I had to ask about 10
different people in Riverton
where you had moved to.
I guess, I thought
that this means you...
No, Jack, I don't know what to say.
See, I got the girls
this weekend and...
Jeez, I...
I'm sure as hell sorry. You know I am.
See, I only get them once a
month, and I missed last month.
So I just...
Because of the roundup.
So...
Well...
Yeah, all right.
Jack.
I'll see you next month, then.
Coming up.
Here we go. Here we are!
Whoa there, Rodeo.
The stud duck do
the carving around here.
You bet, L.D.
I was just saving you the trouble.
Bobby, if you don't eat your dinner,
I'm gonna have to
turn off that television.
Why, Mama?
I'm gonna be eating this
food for the next two weeks.
Hey, you heard your mama.
You finish your meal, and
then you can watch the game.
Daddy?
Daddy.
Hell, we don't eat with our eyes.
You want your boy to grow up to
be a man, don't you, Daughter?
Boys should watch football.
Not until he finishes eating the meal
that his mama took three hours to fix.
Now you sit down,
you old son of a bitch!
This is my house, this is my child
and you are my guest. Now you sit down
before I knock your ignorant
ass into next week.
Daddy, tell about when you
rode broncs in the rodeo.
Well, that's a short story, honey.
It was only about three
seconds I was on that bronc.
The next thing I knew, I was
flying through the air,
only I was no angel like
you and Jenny here.
I didn't have no wings.
And that's the story
of my saddle bronc career.
There you go.
You ought to get married again, Ennis.
Me and the girls worry about
you being alone so much.
Well, once burned...
You still go fishing with Jack Twist?
Not often.
You know, I used to wonder how come
you never brought any trouts home.
You always said you caught plenty
and you know how me
and the girls like fish.
So, one night, I got
your creel case open
night before you went on
one of your little trips.
Price tag still on
it after five years.
And I tied a note to
the end of the line.
It said, "Hello, Ennis, bring
some fish home. Love, Alma."
And then you come
back looking all perky
and said you caught a bunch of
brownies and you ate them up.
Do you remember?
I looked in that
case first chance I got
and there was my
note still tied there.
That line hadn't touched
water in its life.
That don't mean nothing, Alma.
Don't try and fool me no more, Ennis.
I know what that means. Jack Twist.
Alma.
Jack "Nasty"!
You didn't go up there to fish.
You and him...
Now you listen to me, you
don't know nothing about it.
I'm going to yell for Monroe.
You do it and I'll make you
eat the fucking floor.
Get out!
And you, too!
Get out! Get out!
Get out of my house, Ennis Del Mar!
You hear me? You get out!
Daddy?
Alma?
Bye, Daddy!
Bye.
Hey, asshole,
watch where you're going!
Jesus. What...
Jesus...
You stupid fuck!
God damn!
God. God damn.
Oh, fuck!
Damn it!
All I'm saying is, what's
the point of making it?
If the taxes don't get it, the
inflation will eat it all up.
You should see Lureen punching
numbers in her adding machine.
Hunting for extra zeros, her
eyes getting smaller and smaller.
It's like watching a rabbit trying to
squeeze into a snake hole
with a coyote on its tail.
That's some high class
entertainment, if you ask me.
For what it's worth.
You and Lureen, it's normal and all?
Sure.
She don't ever suspect?
You ever get the feeling,
I don't know,
when you're in town
and someone looks at you
suspicious, like he knows.
Then you go out on the pavement
and everyone's looking at you
like they all know, too?
Well, maybe you ought to
get out of there, you know?
Find yourself someplace
different, maybe Texas.
Texas?
Sure, and maybe you can convince Alma
to let you and Lureen adopt the girls.
Then we could just live
together, herding sheep.
And it'll rain money from L.D. Newsome
and whiskey will flow in the streams.
Jack, that's real smart.
Go to hell, Ennis Del Mar.
You wanna live your miserable fucking life?
Then go right ahead.
Fine.
I was just thinking out loud.
Yup, you're a real thinker there.
God damn...
Jack fucking Twist.
Got it all figured out, ain't he?
All right, hon.
Just finished my shift.
Wanna dance?
I was on my way to the...
I'm Cassie. Cassie Cartwright.
Ennis. Del Mar.
No more dancing for me, I hope.
You're safe. Yeah?
My feet hurt.
Hard work, is it?
Yeah, drunks like you
demanding beer after beer,
smoking. Gets tiresome.
What do you do, Ennis Del Mar?
Well, earlier today,
I was castrating calves.
What are you doing?
Trying to get a foot rub, dummy.
All right.
That good?
And then I pledged Tri Delt at SMU.
And I sure never thought
I'd end up in a poky little
place like Childress.
Then I met old Randall
here at an Aggie game
and he was an animal husbandry major.
So we've been here for a month
and he got the foreman job
over at Roy Taylor's ranch.
Like it or not, here I am!
Was you Tri Delt?
I was Kappa Phi myself.
Well, even though we ain't
quite sorority sisters,
we just may have to dance
with ourselves, Lureen.
Our husbands ain't the least
bit interested in dancing.
They ain't got a smidgen
of rhythm between them.
It's funny, isn't it?
Husbands don't never seem to
wanna dance with their wives.
Why do you think that is, Jack?
I don't know,
I never give it any thought.
Wanna dance?
Yes, thank you.
Do you mind?
No, it's all right. Go ahead.
All right.
Pardon us.
Thank you for asking
me to dance with you.
I really appreciate that.
Randall never does.
Last time I did, I think
it was our wedding.
It's a good thing you and Lureen
happened along when you did
or else we'd still be stuck on the
side of the road in that darn pickup.
I told Randall we
ought to take the car.
Of course, he'd never listen to me.
He wouldn't listen to me if
he was going deaf tomorrow.
I told him it'd take more than
chewing gum and baling wire
to fix that pickup.
Well, he's never been
very mechanical, though.
Come over here and ask...
You ever notice how a woman will powder
her nose before she goes to a party?
And then she'll powder it
again once the party's over.
I mean, why powder your nose
just to go home and go to bed?
Don't know.
Even if I wanted to know,
I couldn't get a word in with
Lashawn long enough to ask.
Woman talks a blue streak.
Lively little gal.
You'll like working for Roy Taylor.
He's solid, Roy.
Yeah, Roy. He's a good old boy.
He's got a little cabin
down on Lake Kemp.
Got a crappie house, little boat.
Said I could use it whenever I want.
We ought to go down
there some weekend.
Drink a little whiskey, fish some.
Get away, you know?
That was right out of SMU.
I could've had my pick of pretty
much any job in North Dallas.
So my pick was Neiman Marcus,
which was a disaster
because, honey, where clothes is
concerned, I got no resistance.
I was spending more than I made.
More than Randall ever will make.
We come out here thinking that ranching
was still big hats and Marlboros.
Boy, were we behind the times.
Hey there, Junior. You ready?
What do you think?
Your daddy ever gonna see
fit to settle down again?
Don't know.
Maybe he's not the marrying kind.
You don't think so?
Or you don't think
I'm the one for him?
You're good enough.
You don't say much, but you
get your point across.
Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude.
All right.
You're staying on your feet, cowboy.
Excuse me, darling.
So I'll pick you and Jenny up
next weekend, after church.
Fine.
You all right?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Daddy, I was thinking, what
with the new baby and all,
Ma and Monroe have been
awful strict on me.
More on me than Jenny even.
I was thinking, maybe I could...
Maybe I could come stay with you.
I'd be an awful good help,
I know I would.
Now, you know I ain't set up for that.
With the roundup coming,
I won't ever be home.
It's all right, Daddy.
I'm not saying that I wouldn't...
It's all right, I understand.
Well, see you on Sunday, then.
Bye.
Bye, sweetheart.
Going to snow tonight for sure.
Yup.
All this time and you ain't
found nobody else to marry?
I been putting the blocks to a
good-looking little gal over in Riverton.
She's a waitress.
Wants to go to nursing
school or something.
I don't know.
What about you and Lureen?
Lureen's good at making hard
deals in the machinery business
but as far as our marriage goes,
we could do it over the phone.
I kind of got this thing going
with a ranch foreman's
wife over in Rutters.
What? I'm bound to get shot
by Lureen or her husband each
time I slip off to see her.
You probably deserve it.
Tell you what.
The truth is,
sometimes I miss you so much,
I can hardly stand it.
I guess I'll head up
on to Lightning Flat.
See the folks for a day or two.
There's something I been
meaning to tell you, bud.
Well, it's likely November before
I can come out here again.
After we ship stock and before
winter feeding starts again.
November.
What in the hell ever
happened to August?
Well...
Christ, Ennis.
You know, you had a fucking week to
say some little word about this.
Why is it we're always
in the frigging cold?
We ought to go south where
it's warm, you know!
We ought to go to Mexico.
Mexico?
Hell, Jack, you know me.
About all the traveling I ever done
is around a coffee pot,
looking for the handle.
Come on, Jack. Lighten up on me.
We can hunt in November.
Kill us a nice elk.
I'll try if I can get
Don Wroe's cabin again.
We had a good time
that year, didn't we?
There's never enough
time, never enough.
You know, friend,
this is a goddamn bitch of
an unsatisfactory situation.
You used to come away easy.
Now it's like seeing the Pope.
Jack, I got to work.
In them earlier days,
I'd just quit the job.
You...
You forget what it's like
being broke all the time.
You ever hear of child support?
I'll tell you this, I can't quit this
one and I can't get the time off.
It was hard enough getting this time.
The trade-off was August.
Well, you got a better idea?
I did, once.
You did, once.
Well, have you been
to Mexico, Jack Twist?
'Cause I hear what they got
in Mexico for boys like you.
Hell, yes, I've been to Mexico.
Is that a fucking problem?
I'm going to tell you this one
time, Jack fucking Twist.
And I ain't fooling.
What I don't know, all them
things that I don't know
could get you killed
if I come to know them.
I ain't joking.
Yeah, well try this one,
and I'll say it just once.
Go ahead!
I'll tell you what.
We could have had
a good life together.
Fucking real good life.
Had us a place of our own!
But you didn't want it, Ennis.
So what we got now
is Brokeback Mountain!
Everything's built on that!
That's all we got, boy.
Fucking all.
So I hope you know that, if you
don't never know the rest!
God damn it.
You count the damn few times
that we have been together
in nearly 20 years
and you measure the short
fucking leash you keep me on
and then you ask me about Mexico
and you tell me you'll kill me
for needing something
I don't hardly never get!
You have no idea how bad it gets!
And I'm not you! I can't make it
on a couple of high-altitude
fucks once or twice a year!
You are too much for me, Ennis.
You son of a whoreson bitch!
I wish I knew how to quit you!
Then why don't you?
Why don't you just let me be, huh?
It's because of you,
Jack, that I'm like this.
I'm nothing.
I'm nowhere.
It's okay.
Get the fuck off me!
It's all right. It's all right.
Damn you, Ennis.
I just can't stand this anymore, Jack.
Come on now, you're sleeping
on your feet like a horse.
My mama used to say that
to me when I was little.
And sing to me.
I got to go.
See you in the morning.
Excuse me.
Hey.
Ennis Del Mar.
Where you been?
Here and there.
I left word for you
with Steve at the ranch.
And you must've got those
notes I left at your place.
Looks like I got the message,
in any case.
Carl?
Yeah, Carl's nice.
He even talks.
Good for you.
Yeah.
Good for me.
I don't get you, Ennis Del Mar.
I'm sorry.
I was probably no fun anyways, was I?
Ennis, girls don't
fall in love with fun.
Hello.
Hello, this is Ennis Del Mar.
Who? Who is this?
Ennis Del Mar.
I'm an old buddy of Jack's.
Jack used to mention you.
You're the fishing buddy or the
hunting buddy, I know that.
Would have let you know what happened
but I wasn't sure about
your name or address.
Jack kept his friends'
addresses in his head.
That's why I'm calling,
to see what happened.
Oh, yeah.
Jack was pumping up
a flat on the truck
out on a back road,
when the tire blew up.
The rim of the tire
slammed into his face,
broke his nose and jaw and knocked
him unconscious on his back.
By the time somebody come along,
he'd drowned in his own blood.
He was only 39 years old.
Hello? Hello?
Hello.
Was he buried down there?
We put a stone up.
He was cremated, like he wanted.
Half his ashes was interred here,
the rest was sent up with his folks.
He use to say he wanted his ashes
scattered on Brokeback Mountain,
but I wasn't sure where that was.
I thought Brokeback Mountain might
be around where he grew up.
Knowing Jack,
it might be some pretend place
where bluebirds sing
and there's a whiskey spring.
No, ma'am,
we was herding sheep
on Brokeback one summer
back in '63.
Well, he said it was
his favorite place.
I thought he meant to get drunk.
He drank a lot.
Is his folks still
up in Lightning Flat?
They'll be there
till the day they die.
Thank you for your time.
I sure am sorry.
We was good friends.
Get in touch with his folks.
I suppose they'd appreciate it
if his wishes was carried out.
About the ashes, I mean.
Want a cup of coffee, don't you?
Piece of cherry cake?
Yes, ma'am, I'll have a cup of coffee
but I can't eat no
cake just now. Thank you.
I feel awful bad about Jack.
Thank you.
I can't begin to tell
you how bad I feel.
I knew him a long time.
I come by to say that
if you want me to take his
ashes up there on Brokeback
like his wife said he wanted to,
then I'll be happy to.
I'll tell you what.
I know where Brokeback Mountain is.
Thought he was too goddamn special
to be buried in the family plot.
Jack used to say...
"Ennis Del Mar," he used to say.
"I'm gonna bring him
up here one of these days"
"and we'll lick this
damn ranch into shape."
He had some half-baked notion
the two of you was gonna move up here,
build a cabin, help run the place.
Then, this spring,
he got another fella gonna
come up here with him,
build the place, help run the ranch.
Some ranch neighbor of
his from down in Texas.
Gonna split up with his
wife and come back here,
so he says.
But, like most of Jack's ideas,
never come to pass.
I kept his room like
it was when he was a boy.
I think he appreciated that.
You are welcome to go up
to his room, if you want.
Yeah, I'd like that. Thank you.
Tell you what.
We got a family plot. He's going in it.
Yes, sir.
You come back and see us again.
Thank you, ma'am.
Hey there, Junior.
Hey, Daddy.
Come here.
Like the car?
Yeah. Is it yours?
It's Kurt's.
I thought you were seeing Troy.
Troy?
Daddy, that was two years ago.
Troy still playing baseball?
I don't know what he's doing.
I'm seeing Kurt now.
Well, what does Kurt do?
Works out in the oil fields.
So he's a roughneck, huh?
Yeah.
I guess you're 19, you can do
whatever you want. Isn't that right?
Sure.
Daddy, you need more furniture.
Yeah, well,
if you got nothing,
you don't need nothing.
So, what's the occasion?
Me and Kurt,
we're getting married.
Well...
So how long have you
known this guy for?
About a year.
Our wedding will be June 5,
at the Methodist church.
Jenny will be singing and Monroe
is gonna cater the reception.
Now this Kurt fella,
he loves you?
Yeah, Daddy.
He loves me.
Was hoping you'd be there.
Yeah.
I think I'm supposed to be on a
roundup down near the Tetons.
You know what?
I reckon they can find
themselves a new cowboy.
My little girl, getting married.
To Alma and Kurt.
Jack, I swear...