Brokeback Mountain (2014) - full transcript

A tragic and secretive romance ensues over many years after two men meet while herding sheep on Brokeback Mountain in this opera based on Annie Proulx's short story and its subsequent Oscar-winning film adaptation.

Goddamn ranch kids! Late!

I said 'be here at ten-thirty sharp.
Monday morning.'

Ten minutes late.
If they ain't here by eleven.



God knows where I'll find men
to take their place.

Maybe they heard
something about that mountain.

Maybe they won't show.

Brokeback mountain, old and hard,

knife blade rising from the earth.

Dark power.

Lightning, blizzard,
avalanche and flood,

storm and falling rock,

stones like skulls,
jet stream, lion's claw.

An evil place that kills men.

You! Never keep me waiting!

Are you Jack Twist or Ennis Del Mar?



I'm Jack.
All-around hand, rodeo bull-rider,

and now a sheep herder, I guess.
Just for the summer.

Where's the other one,
this Del Mar?

Somebody's coming. Maybe it's him.

You Del Mar?

Didn't you hear me?

You deaf? Speak up!

- Yeah! Ennis del Mar!
- You watch your step, mister.

This here is Jack's the herder.

Del Mar, you are the camp tender.

Here's my rules.
Break them and you're fired.

Two camps. The main camp where

the Forest Service says.

Keep the fire small.

Herder in the high camp
with the sheep.

Watch out for coyotes.
Watch out for Forest Service.

Every night. No fire up there!

Kill every coyote.

Kill every mountain lion.
Kill every fox.

Kill every eagle.
Kill everything that kills a sheep.

No whiskey. No women. No fights.

No going to town.
No butchering sheep. Got it?

Yeah, got it, Mr. Aguirre. A to Z.

- Speak up!
- Yeah! Got it!

Come back here at one o'clock.
You go to the mountain.

How about a beer?
We got time to kill.

Pretty good place.

Two drafts.
And a shot.

- Where you from?
- Sage. Wyoming.

Never heard of it.
I'm from Lightnin Flats. Wyoming.

Never heard of it.

My folks got a ranch
near the Montana line.

I had to get out.

- Your folks ranch people?
- They was.

Died in a car wreck.
Sister raised me.

Quit school to work
and working ever since.

Army didn't get you?

They can't get no use out of me.

Bad knees, busted ribs.

Left leg busted three times.

They can't get no use out of me.

- You got a girl?
- Alma.

- You?
- Not right now.

I hit a run of bad luck,
lost my truck.

I'm broke. This sheep job
will let me save money.

I'm saving up too.

Me and Alma's getting married.

Start a horse ranch, maybe.

You guys working for Aguirre?
Up on Brokeback?

Just for the summer.

You want to bring plenty a whiskey.

It's a bad mountain.

I seen crazy men come down...

end of the summer. Isolation.

Aguirre don't let nobody
take a day off.

Stay up with the sheep and the wind

you go crazy.

Isolation.

He already told us his rules.
'No whiskey' is one a them.

What he don't know won't hurt him.

- Make it two.
- Each.

What's for supper tonight,
Hamburgers and onions?

Pork chops?
Fried chicken? Sirloin steaks?

Canned spaghetti.

Not again.
You burn it this time?

Sure wish we could go to town,

have a good dinner,
get drunk at that bar, tie one on.

Talk to people.
You don't talk much.

- Get laid.
- Dream on.

Anyways,
I ain't much of a talker.

Today I seen a wolf
or the biggest coyote in the world.

Big as a cow. I shot at him twice.

- Get it?
- Missed both times

Coyote.
Wolves is all wiped out.

I hate to go back
to that damn little tent.

See you tomorrow.

See you.

Pretty lonesome down here.

Dark.

Moon ain't up yet.

I can see his fire.

Wish I was down there.

No fire up here. Aguirre says.
No whiskey. Aguirre says.

Here's to you, Aguirre.

Quiet.

I don't hear no wolves now.

Might as well sleep as sit in the dark.

I can see his fire.

Wolves got two sheep last night.

I can't shoot 'em
if it's dark and I can't see 'em.

Coyotes. Wolves is wiped out.

I am traveling four hours a day.

Come in for breakfast.
Go back to the sheep.

Come in for supper.
Go back to the sheep.

- All night looking for wolves.
- Coyotes.

I should be staying here.
All night. In the main camp.

Aguirre got no right
to make me do this.

You want to stay here?
I wouldn't mind sleeping up there.

That makes no point.

We should both be in this camp.

We'll switch. You cook breakfast.
Can't be no worse than me.

See you tomorrow.

I know it's your favorite dish,
but don't expect no burned toast!

Shot one this morning at first light.

Big son of a bitch.

Big as a wolf. But he's a coyote.

How about a drink to celebrate?

I wanted to be a champion bull rider.

That was my boyhood dream.

But I always known I had to get away.

I always known I was going to leave.

From my window.
I could see a blue mountain.

Hundred miles away.

It was Brokeback Mountain.

I saw it shake with storm.

I always known this mountain.

And now I'm here.

- Your folks religious?
- They was. Yours?

My mama's Pentecostal.
She walks with Jesus.

My old man don't walk with no one.

Your folks treat you O.K.
when you was a kid?

Pretty much. Yours?

My old man beat me black and blue...

...until I was big enough to fight back.

He don't mess with me
now about nothing.

Pass me that bottle.

It's pretty nice up here, ain't it?

Like we're on another world.

The old world is way down there.

Starry nights.

We looked then
on them hawks

We look down on them pine trees.

We're like eagles.

This eagle could eat
some of them potatoes.

They probably ain't done.

- Who the hell cares.
- I do.

Another few minutes, O.K.?

Sounds like that hawk is saying

"You are free."

Up here we free.

I ever tell you
how I come to get into bull-riding?

- Yeah.
- My dad never showed me a thing.

He never once come to see me ride.

Yeah. You told me.

God Damn!
Them potatoes is burned.

Guess we drink whiskey for supper.

Fine with me.

Moon's coming up.

You must be drunk. I know I am.

Too drunk to go up there.

I'll sleep by the fire.

That ain't smart.
Come in the tent. Plenty of room.

I'll ride out at first light...

Have it your own way. Freeze!

Freezing!

Cold to the bone!

Ice in my veins.

Freezing cold. So cold.

Got on in here!

Who am I now?

He was drunk.

- What happened seemed right.
- And so was I.

- Our bodies are not different.
- But it was more than quick sex.

There was something more.

Something wild and special.

- But I know it's wrong.
- He's got feelings for me.

He calms me, he touches me.

- He heals my loneliness.
- A kind of tenderness for me.

But who am I now?

It can't happen again.

I'm going to marry Alma.
Have children.

Raise a family.

- What happened seemed right.
- He could be The Someone for me.

But it won't happen again.

I'll ride away tonight,
under the moon.

He calms me, close to me.

But it can't happen again.

We got to talk about last night.

You better know something.
I ain't no queer.

Me neither.
But I'm not sorry we done it.

- Are you?
- I can't talk about this!

Damn you! I'm going to marry Alma!

Alma, now try this one.

That's one
of our bridesmaid dresses.

This is a bridal gown.

We're only ranch people.
That's a lot of money for us.

It's on sale.

And it's a girl's Big Day. Try it on.

Is she marrying a local boy?

A nice young man. Ennis Del Mar.

What is his profession?

Is he a lawyer?
The son of a rancher? College student?

Does he work for the state?
Will they live in town?

He comes from ranch people.
Like us.

This is the one I want.

I will marry Ennis in this dress.

Only a few more months now...

...after he comes down
from that mountain.

- Just lovely on you. The perfect bride!
- I don't know.

I want this dress.

I wish I had a camera
to take her picture.

- And you won't get it cheaper.
- I don't know.

- It'll take all the money I've got
- I want this dress! Please, Mama.

- I'll throw in a veil.
- It's a lot of money.

You want to do
the right thing for your girl.

That was for new tires
for Dad's truck.

- I got to have that dress.
- This was for the vet's bill.

This was for new jeans for the boys.

I wish you a sunny wedding day.

That was embarrassing.
What was wrong with the first dress?

- It was only forty-five dollars.
- It was ugly.

I want something nice.
For the start of my new life.

Mrs. Ennis Del Mar.
For my escape from the ranch.

That ranch has supported
you for eighteen years.

I sure didn't pick
to live there. I hate it!

I want to live in town.

I want to have a princess phone.

How does Ennis feel about town?

He wants his own ranch.
He wants to raise horses.

On that we don't see eye to eye.
I will change his mind.

- He will give in.
- You'll find out.

You can take the boy
out of the country.

You wait and see.

I won't get stuck on any ranch

It's late. Come on.

I grew up on that ranch,
seven boys and me.

Men get to be the heroes.
Women pay the bills.

Cook for roundups.
Dishes three times a day.

Tend the garden.
Can tomatoes, dig potatoes.

Chickens, eggs! Blizzards and mud.

Laundry for ten and then start again.

And who gets the ranch?
Not the worn-out wife.

The oldest boy inherits it all.

That's a life I am leaving.

Alma!

Time to hit the hay, cowboy.

And I can't stay down here tonight.

I got to go back up to the sheep.

Ain't you sleepy?

You know I got to go.

I hear his heart beating.

I don't want to go.

I feel his warmth.

- Why can't we be face to face?
- We can't be face to face.

- Why can't it be like this for us?
- That would mean something bad.

- I hear his heart beat for me.
- This is wrong. What's happening to me?

You calm me.

You heal the ache of loneliness.

Close to me.

You calm me.

I think you love me, Ennis.

No! No!

Those soft words are not mine.

You don't calm me.
Your closeness scares me.

You disturb me.

I cannot let you close to me.
You scare me.

Whitlaw calls me up and says
you got my sheep mixed up with his.

I go up to the high camp.
Nobody there.

I look down.
I see something I should not see.

Then don't spy. You won't see
the things you should not see.

One a you get up to them sheep.
Right Now.

Supposed to be one
of you up there every night.

Not down here.
All right. Tomorrow.

I got to get my sheep
down the mountain.

Weather coming. Storm moving in.

First snow on the way.

Tomorrow we get the sheep down.

Six a.m. And that'll be it for you two.

Pick up your checks at the trailer.

And get the hell away from here.
Away from me.

This goddamn mountain...

I better get up there, I guess.

Goddamn, Ennis.
Think about it.

This is our last night. Stay here.

Jack, I better go.

Ennis. Don't you go up

to them damn sheep.

You're right.
I'm staying. Come on.

It's over, ain't it!

It's over.

- It can't be over.
- Seems like it is, Jack.

Can't we work something out?
You and me something work out.

My folks' place, get it into shape?
Build a little cabin?

Jack, I got to live a regular life.

Alma's waiting for me. Find a job.

Like you just said, this is over.

It's got to be over.

I hear you talking.
But real life ain't talk.

You and me
been together all summer.

And I know
that whatever you talk,

you loved what we done.
Together.

Son of a bitch! I told you,
I ain't that way.

I was there, Ennis.

Jack! Jesus,
I'm sorry, Jack.

I guess that makes your point.
It's over.

Blood on my shirt.
Where is my other shirt?

Jack, I'm sorry. I feel like hell.

Aguirre and his guys
is coming up the trail.

Jack, can you get
your gear by yourself?

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry, Jack.

- Yeah.
- Well. See you around.

Yeah.

What do I do now?

Back to Texas
and the rodeo, I guess.

Rodeo bullrider!
Where do you find 'em?

What happened to the guy
that made dulcimers?

And the sanger?
He was the worst sanger in the world.

Never saw him small once.
He had a main disposition.

This rodeo boy is puny.

At least
he ain't some kind a musician.

And you want to give a job?

He's smart, Daddy. And I like him.

I know he's a little rough,

but he can talk rodeo
and ranch with anybody.

He'll make ranchers
feel big enough to buy a combine.

He'll be a good salesman.

Lord, I suppose love is bland.

Not what I would a picked
for my educated little gal.

But I'll give him a job
and we'll see,

but don't you do nothing dumb
like marrying the son of a bitch.

Are you doing it with him?

No, don't answer.
I couldn't stand to know.

Puny little weirdo.

Get in here, boy.
You little shit.

I got to quit smoking.

Where is he?
I'm going to be late to work.

Bill? It's Alma.

I'm waiting for Ennis to get back
and take care of the girls.

As soon as he gets here.

Yes. Well, that's how he is.

He's coming in now.
See you in ten minutes.

What kept you so long?
I'm late for work.

Ah hell,
I got in a fight with the new guy.

I think I sprained my wrist.

Always fighting.
You need a different job

A real job, not a ranch job.

Baby needs changing and there's
hot dogs in the ice box for supper.

There's mail for you.
On the bed.

Dammit!

Daddy's girls,
pigtails and curls,

Daddy's girls,
rubies and pearls.

Big sale at the feed store.
Ain't that great.

Telephone bill.

I don't know
why in hell we need a telephone.

Water bill.

On a ranch you got your own water.

A letter from...
Christ, it's from Jack Twist!

“Friend this letter is
a long time over due.

Hope you get it,

I'm coming thru on the 24th
on my way to Cody Rodeo,

will visit you and buy a shot of whiskey

Drop me a line.
Give your address. Your old Pal Jack"

Twenty-fourth!
That's next week.

Dear Jack. I will sure be glad
to see you again.

Hurry up!

It's so hot,
let's take your friend to the diner.

They got that big ceiling fan.

Me and Jack will probably
just go out and talk and get drunk.

Four years is a long time since
we was up on Brokeback chasing sheep.

That's an animal
I never want to see or smell again.

And I'm supposed
to sit here alone?

Catch up on the ironing.

Anyway,
Jack ain't the restaurant type.

That's him!

Jack! It's you!

Son of a bitch!

Alma, this is Jack Twist,
Jack, this is Alma.

Me and Jack
ain't seen each other in four years.

Sure enough.

You got a kid?

Two little girls.
Alma Jr. and Francine.

Love them to pieces.

I got a boy. Eight months old.

Tell you what, I married a cute
little old Texas girl, Lureen.

Alma, me and Jack is going out.
Get a drink.

Might not get back tonight
we get drinking and talkin.

- Please to meet you.
- Ennis.

Stuck again.

I never get loose.

No fun, no breaks,
just work and wait.

He gets to go out
with his friend. Jack.

I thought this Jack
would be a friend to both of us.

But he hardly said a word.

Didn't look at me. Didn't smile.

No. No friend to me.

I didn't know.
Swear to God I didn't know

that we was goin
to get into this again.

Yeah? The hell you didn't.

Yeah, I knew. Why I'm here.

Red-lined it all the way,
couldn't drive fast enough.

We got to talk. About everything.

Four years!
I didn't know where you was.

Four years!
I thought about you every day.

Figured I'd never hear your voice
again

after four years.

I figured you was sore about
that time I punched you.

I was. For about two days.
I got back to rodeo.

How I met Lureen.
She went to college.

Her old man's got money.
I'm working for him. And he's sick.

Anyways, after Cody

I'm getting out
of bull riding while I can still walk.

You seem in pretty good shape
to me.

Rough and tough.

Not bad yourself.

Those four years
I dreamed about you.

I thought about you.

Damn near
went nuts thinking about you.

Listen, we both got wives and kids,

we got to work out what happens next.

It's a problem.

I never should
have let you out of my sights.

Old Brokeback got us
good and it sure ain't over.

Too late by the time I knew it.

And now you are in Texas.
Makes it worse.

I'm nothing much, Jack.

I'm not very smart.

I'm in something way over my head.

I don't know who the hell I am anymore.

Since the mountain.

Friend, we got us
a fucking situation here.

I don't know
what we are going to do.

Nothing we can do. Not now.

Jack, I built up a life
in them four years.

Every time I heard a hawk cry

I thought about us up on the mountain.

They say Brokeback is a bad place.

- But for us it was good.
- I wish we never left there.

What happened back at my place.

If that grabs on us
in the wrong place we'll be dead.

- We can make something work.
- You got some kind of power over me.

You and that damn Brokeback.

It done something to me.
It scares me, how I feel.

Jack, why do I have these feelings

not for Alma but for you?

Why do my hands shake,
my breath come short?

Why can't I say
what I want to say?

If we had us a little ranch somewhere,

it could be a sweet life.

I got some money saved up.
We can do it.

It ain't going to be that way.

It can't. I am caught
in my own loop.

I goddamn hate it that you are goin
to drive away in the mornin

and I am going back to work.

But if you can't fix it,

you got to stand it.

Jack, I wish we was
up on the mountain again.

Bad or good. I hate this motel room.

I wish we was in the high country.

Pure cold water. Wind blowing.

The camp fire and the hawk below callin

“Free, we are free."
Close to you.

Remember how them
cloud shadows slid over us?

I miss the smell of pine trees.
Owls hooting.

It wasn't all good, Mosquitoes.

And remember that lightning storm?

Hell yes! I thought we was done for.

I thought God was after us.
Never forget it.

Smoke in your eyes.
Burned toast. Aguirre.

Let's do it. Get up in the mountains.
Right now! Tonight!

I'll throw off the rodeo.
You call Alma.

You owe me that much.
Give me something to go on.

Alma. I'm going to take off
with Jack for a couple days.

Go up and fish the high lakes.

What? Just like that?
What about me and the girls?

Alma, since we got married
I done everything you wanted

except take a town job.

We live in town
and I hate that closed-in feeling.

You got your fancy telephone
which I don't never use.

I give you every dollar I make.

Right now I got to get outdoors
away from this place and all.

Your pay check don't cover much.

And you are using that telephone
you got no use for right this minute.

I never should of married you.

I wish to God you never did.

Now what?

Get your boots on and let's go.

We can get there by first light.
It's gonna be great.

Alone in the mountains,
just me and you

way the hell out
in the back of nowhere.

Jack, this ain't no little thing
that's happening here.

We can do this
a couple times a year, be alone.

Out in the mountains.

Me and you.

This ain't no little thing
that's happening here.

Me and you.

This ain't no little thing
that's happening here.

Hey Alma.
Where are the girls?

At Nana's. I asked her to take them
tonight so I can talk to you.

- What about?
- About you getting a decent job.

What I make at Bill's store
don't hardly keep us.

What you make don't hardly pay
for the clothes you ruin.

I want you
to get out from ranch work.

Bill's brother is high up
with the power company...

...and there is an opening
for a lineman.

The pay is good, good benefits,
they provide a uniform.

Lineman! Uniform!
Tell Jones to mind his own business.

Why can't anybody leave me be?

I like ranch work,
I like livestock, I like horses.

I told you that before we got married.

You ever hear that money
ain't everything?

With you it ain't anything.

The girls want the things
their friends have.

They're smart, and pretty soon
they'll be in high school.

Maybe go to college.
Where's the money going to come from?

I just walk in the house
and you dump all this on me.

You're all rested up from your nice
fishing trip with your buddy, ain't you?

Catch any fish? Must be nice,
take a little weekend vacation.

Seems like you go fishing pretty often.

It don't seem fair, you go off
with your friend and I sit here.

Do you think that's fair?

That's what we lived on.
Fish for breakfast, dinner and supper.

Do you think that's fair,
you going off on these little trips?

No, I don't.
But you don't like fishing or campin.

I sure do not.

I would like to go to Casper
or Cheyenne or Billings,

go to the movies, eat out,

see different people and houses.

Do something different.
This is a terrible life.

I'm sorry, Alma. I wish I liked
going to town and the movies.

I wish I made more money.
I wish I was different.

You don't know
how bad I wish I was different.

I been standing it,
but I can't stand it forever.

Won't you try for that job?

No. We got fence work next week.

Then drive the cows up
to the high pastures. And then...

You are backing me
into a corner, Ennis. I mean it.

Soon as I get this damn sale writ up
I'm heading out for Cody.

When are you going to grow up
and quit fooling with bullriding?

It's not like you're the champion.

You used to like rodeo pretty good
when you was barrel racing.

I did. But that was then.

- Things change.
- I noticed.

I've got responsibilities now.
Little Bobby,

more and more of the business
since Daddy died.

Yeah, I know.

And I been thinking about
hanging up my bull rope.

I want to make some real money.

That's good to hear.
So when will you be back?

Couple days.
Course something might come up.

If something comes up
I'll give you a call.

Sure you will. Like the time
I didn't hear from you for a week.

I hope you quit the rodeo.

And the tom-catting around
that goes with it.

You're a pretty good salesman, Jack.

Since daddy died
we've tripled business.

Face it, Jack,
thirty-one is too old to rodeo.

Says you.

Anyway, I can't get excited
about selling to these poor old boys.

I rather have a little ranch.

Oh please,
not that 'little ranch' again.

I'd give it a try.
If I was on my own.

But not with you.
You're sure not the ranch type.

Thanks for the compliment.

Too bad you are not as good in bed
as you are selling tractors.

Are you back on that?
It happens to everybody. Now and then.

Every time?

- Maybe you're not my type.
- Yeah? What is your type?

Some knock-kneed
flatchested teenager?

I saw you looking at Shirley
that brings the sandwiches.

You'll never know.

Daddy, you were right.

I hoped Jack
would learn to speak well,

not like a hick,
wear white shirts and tie.

Read books. Give up his rodeo ways.

He said he didn't have much school.
He said he would change.

But he won't give up the rodeo

and his fishing trips
with rough friends.

I know he sleeps with the rodeo girls.
The wife always knows.

He comes home and doesn't touch me

for weeks and weeks.

It isn't fair, Daddy, it isn't right.

- Daughter.
- Daddy?

Don't be scared, now.

You called and I answered.

Ah can do that much.

And from where I am now

I get a real dark look

at that sidewinder.

Worse than you think,

and it ain't buckle bunnies

he's messing with, neither.

Daddy! I can't believe this!

Better believe it.

I only got a few seconds left.

I will protect my little gal.

I made some contacts here.

See what I can do...

I heard about a place
I can run a few horses.

- Mr. Howard's got...
- Live out on that run-down old ranch?

Never. Forget it, Ennis.

I can't stand how we live.
I just can't do it any more.

There's just not enough money.

What do you want me to do?
Rob a bank?

Don't interrupt.
I been trying to say this for years.

I need a different life.

There's no fun,
there's no love, there's no money.

Bill Jones and me want to be together.

I want a divorce.

I'm surprised we got this far.

I won't stand in your way.

I'll pay you as much
as I can for the girls.

Do what you want
and I'll sign the papers.

I'm glad you see it that way.

I'm leaving right now
and I'm taking the girls.

We can fix up days for you
to see them later.

- You been a good father.
- I love them little girls.

I know you do.

We'll all have thanksgiving together.

We'll still be friends, Ennis.

Jack. It's me.

Ennis! What's wrong?
First time you ever called me.

Called to let you know
that me and Alma is getting divorced.

I thought you'd want to know.
She just left, took my girls.

Oh my God. That's terrific!

Oh my God.

She plans to marry
that grocery store guy.

I guess I'll be
an ornery old bachelor now.

I'm on my way!
Jesus, this is great news.

No! Jack, you hear me?
Do not come up here. Hello? Jack?

- Jack, I told you not to come.
- No you didn't.

Yes I did. But you hung up.

You're getting divorced, Ennis!
I came up to be with you.

We'll look at ranches. To buy.

Be together. All the time.
Not just once in a while.

Tired of telling you.
I can not do it.

That part has not changed.
It won't never change.

I don't want to be like them sissy guys
they make jokes about.

And I don't want to be dead.

You said that before.
What do you mean, 'be dead'?

O.k., Jack.

Down home.

There was these
two old guys ranched together.

Little cow-calf operation
like you keep wanting.

Earl and Rich.

Dad would pass a remark
when he seen one of them.

Tough old birds,
but kind of a local joke.

I was nine years old when they found
Earl dead

in an irrigation ditch.

- Earl and Rich.
- Yeah? So what?

Lots a ranchers drop dead
in irrigation ditches.

Dad took me and my brother
to get a look.

They'd took a tire iron to him.

Spurred him up, dragged him around
so he was bloody pulp.

He was just a piece a dirty meat.

I didn't understand.

Dad said he done bad things with Rich.

He told us what them bad things was.

Your dad showed that to you?

When you was a little kid?

Jesus!

No wonder you're
so mule-headed about us.

It was his lesson not to be like Earl.

Dad could be one
of them that done it.

If he was alive and seen us

doing what we do it might be us.

Two guys living together?

Earl and Rich?

Jack and Ennis?

I can't see it.

And I can't do it.

- You're afraid, Ennis, ain't you?
- Yeah, I'm afraid a them,...

You're afraid of them
people out there.

But I ain't afraid of nothing else.

Your neighbors
and them people downtown?

Hell, they're just people.
Plain, ordinary people.

You don't know what ordinary people
can do to somebody that ain't.

Like you and me.

I feel pretty damn ordinary.
I'm as ordinary as anybody else.

You think so. Probably old Earl
thought him and Rich was ordinary.

But his good neighbors
didn't see it that way.

It's a hell of a thing to kill a man,

because he's plain,
ordinary people'.

That was a long time ago.

Things is changed now.

Things never change here.

They never will.

Forget about that stuff.

It's going a be all right, Ennis.

Come on.

Off limits. That's where Alma
and me sleep.

I mean slept.

Already forget
you are getting divorced from her?

It's just the idea.

Anyways, talking about
old Earl and Rich, I ain't in the mood.

That's a first.
Sounds like me and Lureen.

Fact is, I don't have
no hard feelings for Alma.

What about my feelings?

Nothing that happened
it wasn't Alma's fault.

She's a good person.

I can't stand this.

Too bad your daddy never showed up,

but that's how he is.

He drives that broken old truck.

He's not dependable, like Bill.

He don't take you to the movies
and buy you popcorn, like Bill.

Sorry I'm late. Truck wouldn't start.

I know you favored this thing.

Remembered it when I was halfway
here and turned around to get it.

I can sure live without it.

Want some turkey?

I ain't hungry.
I fried some eggs.

But I'll help you clean up.

Well. How are you, Ennis?

Ok, I guess.

Why don't you get married again?
It might be good for you.

For your own sake get married again.

Once burned...

You wasn't burned.
I was the one got burned.

What the hell do you mean
'got burned'?

Had your way about everything.

I give you the divorce.

I pay you child support.

I stay out of your way.
I hardly ever see the kids.

So what do you mean,
you got burned?

You always blow up, don't you?
Just get mad.

- I am not mad!
- Well, I can get mad, too.

You think I am dumb,
but maybe I am not so dumb.

I don't think you are dumb.

All them fishing trips?
You never brought any fish home.

So once I tied a note
on the end of the fishing line.

It said.
'Bring some fish home, love, Alma.'

You told me you caught
a whole mess of brown trouts.

You ate them up.
With him. Remember?

When you went to work I looked.

There was my note still
tied on the end of the line.

That fish line
was never near water!

That don't mean nothing.
I used one of Jack's rods.

Don't lie, don't try to fool me.
I know what it means.

Jack Twist? Jack Nasty!
You and him.

- You and him. It makes me sick!
- Shut up!

That's why you don't want
to get married again.

- Why should you? You got him.
- Shut up!

Mind your own fucking business.
You don't know nothing about it.

I'm gonna yell for Bill

Go ahead. I'll make him eat the floor.
And you too!

- Whoa! What's going on?
- Stop! Daddy. Wait!

Get back here Del Mar!

Up here! Take the left fork.

Dammit Jack.
I missed you pretty bad.

Still makes me nervous
right out in broad daylight.

Nice with the creek
just over there.

Its running high with snow-melt.
And noisy.

We can't hear them bad guys
sneak up on us.

Miles a blue sky.

When I come in
I seen a bear down-trail.

I seen his tracks. And yours.

I hope he don't decide to join us.

Feels good to be here.
It's been too long.

I missed the smell of wood
smoke in your hair,

your shirt, on your skin.

Missed being close to you.

Looked like he was coming right at me.

But he crossed the trail and ran off.

Better hang up the food tonight.

All the headaches go away

when we get back

in the mountains.

It's like we're both kids again

with the whole world in front of us.

We can do anything.

Jeez, I wish that was true.

Me too. But we're o.k.
Making the best of what we got.

How's little Bobby doin?

Not so little any more.
He's taller than me.

At that smart-guy stage.

I used a want a boy for a kid,
but just got girls.

I didn't want no kids of either kind,

but fuck-all worked the way wanted.

Nothing ever
come to my hand the right way.

Surprised to hear you say that.

Compared to me
you made out pretty good.

You made a lot of money.
Nice clothes, new truck.

- You know what I mean.
- Still married.

Oh yeah.

Here we go again, saying goodbye.

This was one of the best times.

- Ennis, I wish...
- Heading back to Texas now?

Not yet.
Guess I'll go see my folks first.

I can't wait until
our big horse trip in August.

Ten beautiful days. I'm going a buy
a new hat for the occasion.

I been putting off telling you, Jack.

I can't get away
again until November.

- November!
- After we ship stock.

What in hell happened
to August, to our horse trip?

We said august, ten days.

Christ, Ennis, why didn't you
tell me this before?

You had a fucking week
to say something about it.

And why do we always have to meet
in the frigging cold weather?

Jack, Jack.

We ought a go south for a change.

We ought a go to Mexico one time.

Mexico?

All the traveling I ever done

is going around the coffee pot
looking for the handle.

I got to run the hay crew in August,
that's what happened to August.

Lighten up.
We can hunt in November.

Get a nice elk?

You know, this is a goddamn bitch
of an unsatisfactory situation.

You used to come away easy.
Now it's like seeing the pope!

I got to work. Them earlier times
I used to quit the jobs.

You got money. You forget how
it is being broke all the time.

I need this job. I can't quit it.

And I can't get loose in August.

This week that we just had
was the trade-off for August.

- You got a better idea?
- I did once.

- Mexico? You been to Mexico?
- Hell yes, I been.

What's the fucking problem?

I will say this to you
one time and I ain't fooling.

What I don't know,
all them things I don't know

could get you killed
if I should come to know them.

Try this one,
and I'll say it just one time.

We could of had
a real good life together.

You wouldn't do it, Ennis.

What we got now
is Brokeback Mountain.

- It's all we got boy, fucking all.
- No! It's more than...

I hope you know that
if you don't never know the rest.

Count them! The damn few times
we been together in twenty years.

Then ask me about Mexico.

Then tell me
you'll kill me for needing it...

and not hardly never getting it.

You got no fucking idea
how bad it gets. I'm not you!

I can't make it

on a couple a high-altitude fucks
once or twice a year.

Stop! We always get along, we always
look at each other and understand.

Not this time.

I'm rich enough, we could buy
a small ranch and some stock.

Your goddamn horses.

We could do it. But you won't.

It's the same sorry situation.
Don't you think I got feelings?

Nobody knows better than me
that you got feelings.

I wish I could do what you wanted.
I wish we lived in a different world.

We don't have to stay here.

I belong here.
I don't fit nowhere else.

Nothing has changed.
Nothing can change.

I was born here and I belong
to this place, whatever it is.

When I was a kid
I wanted to go everywhere.

I can't leave. Not even for you.
Not even for us.

To be happy.

I wanted to fall in love and I did.

- I wish I knew how to quit you.
- Don't never say that!

No! Ennis, what's wrong?

I'm here. Close to you.

- Hey Ennis, how you doin?
- Good enough. You?

Just scraping along.

Stoutamire hirin?

Maybe in the spring. Calving time.

Fence work after the snow's gone.

I'll check in.
You take care, now. You bet.

Deceased?

Deceased.

Dead!

No! Jack, no!

What is wrong with him?
Who is he?

Works for Stoutamire. Bad news.
He keeps to himself.

Something not right.

He is a hard man.
Always looking for a fight.

Something different about him.

Bad news.

Something not right.

Nervous. He's had bad news.
Who was his people?

Killed in a car wreck long ago.
Over in Sage.

Del Mar!
Something not right.

Long ago.

- Hello?
- Can I talk to Jack. Please!

Who is this?

Ennis Del Mar? His fishing buddy?

We're old friends.
Please put him on.

I'm sorry to tell you this
but Jack passed away in July.

An accident.
Couldn't notify his friends.

Didn't know how to get in touch.

What happened? How?
I seen him in May and he was beautiful.

A freak accident. The said
He pumped a tire on some back road.

They said the rim flew up
Broke his jaw and knocked him out.

They said he drowned
in his own blood.

Oh God.
Drowned in his own blood!

Drowned in blood.

Would have let you know
but I didn't have your address.

He was only thirty-nine years old.

Is he buried down there?

He always said
he wanted to be cremated,

scatter his ashes
on Brokeback Mountain.

I sent his ashes up to his folks.

I thought Brokeback Mountain
was up there.

Somewhere.

We herded sheep together
one summer on Brokeback.

One summer on Brokeback. Beautiful.

He said it was his special place.

His folks still up in Lightnin Flats?

They'll be there until they die.
You get in touch with them.

Maybe a good idea if his wishes
were carried out.

I'm going up there. Now.

Want some coffee, don't you?

Piece of cherry cake?

Thank you, ma'am,
I'll take a cup of coffee...

but I can't eat no cake just now.

I feel awful bad about Jack.

Can't beging to say how bad I feel.

I known him a long time.

We was good friends.

I come by to tell you that
if you want me to carry his ashes up...

Up to Brokeback Mountain
like his wife says he wanted.

I'd be proud to do it.

Tell you what.
I know where Brokeback Mountain is.

He thought he was too goddamn special
to be buried in the family plot.

He used to come home every year.

He helped his daddy fix
the fence and mow and all.

I kept his room like it was
when he was a boy.

He slept there when he visited.

You are welcome to go up
in his room if you want.

I can't get no help out here.

Jack used to say I'm going to bring
Ennis Del Mar up here...

and we will lick
this ranch into shape.

Half-baked idea the two of you
was going to help me run this place.

Like most a Jack's ideas
it never come to pass.

Next thing we know...

Ma'am, I would like to see his room.

I can't get no help out here.

There's old Brokeback in the west.

Jack, I know you looked out that window

a thousand times
before you broke loose.

Oh God. Jack. Your shirt. My shirt.

Your blood.

All the years you kept these hid.

We was always on the edge.

Our life together.

Our life apart.

Now it's too late

and we're both alone forever.

You take them.
I know Jack would want it so.

I think you was his only friend.

Life isn't easy for us,

it wasn't easy for him.

Tell you what.

We got a family plot

and he's going in it.

He ain't going up on Brokeback.

You come again.

To see his room.

To remember Jack.

To remember.

This is what's left, Jack.
I got nothing else.

Two shirts, the same age
now we was when we started.

Couple of postcards.
What I can remember.

No pictures. No letters.

Can't even carry
your ashes up to Brokeback.

Hard to take.

Jack, I'm choked up with love.

Love too late.

My fault.

I can't sleep.

Bone tired.

Over and over them pictures
go through my head.

Is it you or old Earl in the ditch?

Can't talk to nobody about you.

My secret.

Nobody knows even now.

There is a price for that secret.

When something bad happens

a man with a secret can't show pain.

Feels like my heart's cut out,

nothing there
but a little stain of blood.

And if you can't fix it
you got to stand it.

I know that.

All them years I told you 'No'.

I never give you nothing but 'No'.

I never give you nothing...

...and I never said
what you wanted me to say.

I got only one thing
I can give you now.

Jack, I swear there will never be
anybody but you.

It was only you in my life

and it will always be only you.

Jack, I swear.