[birds chirping]
[children chattering]
[wind blowing]
[crickets chirping]
[train thundering]
[truck engine sputtering]
[engine backfiring]
Shit.
[car approaching]
You pair of deuces lookin' for work...
l suggest you get your scrawny asses in here pronto.
(Aguirre) 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 lookin' after 'em at night.
Now, what l 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 mornin'...
in case Forest Service snoops around.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
No.
{man chattering on phone]
No!
Not on your fuckin' life.
You got your dogs, your .30-30, you sleep there.
Last summer l had goddamn near 25% loss. l 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 mornin' 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.
[dog barking]
{man chattering on TV]
My second year up here.
Last year, one storm, the lightnin' killed 42 sheep.
Thought l'd asphyxiate from the smell.
Aguirre got all over my ass, like l was supposed to control the weather.
But beats workin' for my old man. Can't please my old man, no way.
That's why l took to rodeoin'. You ever rodeo?
You know, l mean, once in a while.
When l got the entry fee in my pocket.
Yeah.
Are you from ranch people?
Yeah, l 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.
[lighter clicking] Shit, that's hard.
Can l? Thank you.
[clears throat]
[sheep bleating]
[men chattering]
(Basque) 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, l don't eat soup.
[horse neighing]
[dogs barking]
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 tyin' knots all day.
@@[Ennis whistling]
[Jack chattering]
[dog barking]
[sheep bleating]
[Ennis sawing]
[water rushing]
Oh, shit.
Can't wait till l get my own spread...
and l won't have to put up with Joe Aguirre's crap no more.
l'm savin' for a place myself.
Alma and me, we're gonna get married when l come down off this mountain.
Shit, that stay with the sheep, no fire bullshit.
Aguirre got no right makin' us do somethin' against the rules.
[horse snuffling]
[egging]
[thunder rumbling]
No more beans.
Damn. Shit!
l 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, l'm sick of beans.
Too early in the summer to be sick of beans.
Come on.
@@[humming]
Come on. Come on.
[growling]
[horse neighing]
[bear roaring]
Hold on. Whoa, whoa!
[mules braying]
Shit.
Whoa. Come back here!
[horse snuffling]
Whoa there, whoa.
All right. Fuck it.
(Ennis) Okay, you bastard.
Where the hell you been?
Been up with the sheep all day, l get down here hungry as hell...
and all l find is beans.
[muttering]
[pans clattering]
What in the hell happened, Ennis?
l 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 somethin'?
Dumb-ass mule.
l can't believe that. God damn.
Let me see.
Shit.
Well, we gotta do somethin' about this food situation.
Maybe l'll shoot one of the sheep.
Yeah, what if Aguirre finds out, huh?
We're supposed to guard the sheep, not eat 'em.
What's the matter with you? There are a thousand of 'em.
l'll stick with beans.
Well, l won't.
[gun fires]
[whooping]
Yeah!
Gettin' tired of your dumb-ass missin'.
[laughing] Let's get a move on.
Don't want the Game and Fish to catch us with no elk.
Come on. Shit.
Yeah, l'm commutin' four hours a day.
l come in for breakfast, l go back to the sheep.
Evenin', get 'em bedded down.
Come in for supper, go back to the sheep.
Spend half the night checkin' for damn coyotes.
Aguirre got no right to make me do this.
You wanna switch? l wouldn't mind sleepin' out there.
That ain't the point. The point is, we both ought to be in this camp.
Goddamn pup tent smells like cat piss or worse.
l wouldn't mind bein' out there.
Well, l'm happy to switch with you...
but l warn you, l can't cook worth a damn.
l am pretty good with a can opener, though.
You can't be no worse than me, then.
Here you go.
[coughs]
You won't get much sleep, l'll tell you that.
Yup. Come on.
[clucks tongue]
[bird calling]
[horse snuffling]
Shot a coyote up there.
lt'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?
[mutters]
lt's all yours.
[urinating]
Mmm.
l don't rodeo much myself.
l mean, what's the point...
of ridin' some piece of stock for eight seconds?
Money's a good point. True enough.
lf you don't get stomped winnin' 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.
[grunts]
Your brother and sister do right by you?
They did the best they could after my folks was gone.
Considerin' they didn't leave us nothin'...
but $24 in a coffee can.
l 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 l 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 l'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....
[exclaims]
[whooping] There you go.
[exclaiming]
l'm spurrin' his guts out! Wavin' to the girls in the stands!
He's kickin' me to high heaven, but he don't jackboard me! No!
[clattering]
[laughing]
l think my dad was right.
[bleating]
[bird calls]
@@[harmonica playing]
Tent don't look right.
Well, it ain't goin' 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.
l thought you said that mare couldn't throw you.
She got lucky.
Yeah, well, if l got lucky, that harmonica would've broke in two.
[grunts]
[chuckling]
(Jack) @ l know l shall meet you on that final day @
@ Water-walking Jesus, take me away! @@
[drumming]
Very good. Oh, yeah.
My mama, she believes in the Pentecost.
Oh, yeah?
What exactly is the Pentecost?
l mean, my folks, they was Methodist.
The Pentecost.
l don't know, l don't know what the Pentecost is.
Mom never explained it to me. l 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 l ain't yet had the opportunity.
Thank you.
[bottle clinking] (Ennis) Shit!
l'm gonna go up to the sheep now.
(Jack) Give 'em hell.
[horse snuffling]
[slurring] No, l'm....
You can hardly stand. lt's too late to go to them sheep.
Well, you got an extra blanket?
l'll just roll up out here, grab 40 winks...
and l'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 sleepin' in the tent.
Yeah.
All right.
[shivering]
[Jack sighing]
Ennis! What?
Just quit your yammerin' and get in here!
[pans clattering]
[blankets rustling]
[Jack whispering] Come on, come on.
(Ennis) What are you doin'?
[both breathing heavily]
[belt clinking]
[both moaning]
[gasping]
[Ennis grunting]
[birds chirping]
See you for supper.
Yeah. Come on.
[wind whistling]
[thunder rumbling]
[dog howling]
[dog barking]
Come on.
[dog whimpering]
[flies buzzing]
[sheep bleating]
This is a one-shot thing we got goin' on here.
lt's nobody's business but ours.
You know l ain't queer.
Me, neither.
l'm sorry.
lt'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 l am.
Bad news.
There ain't nothin' l can do about it up here, l guess.
There's not much you can do about it down there, neither.
Not unless you can cure pneumonia.
[wind howling]
[thunder clapping]
God damn! Jesus!
Them sheep will drift if l 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!
lt's too cold! Close it up!
[men chattering in Spanish]
What are we supposed to do now, huh?
Get on in there and untangle 'em Chilean sheep out of ours, l 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.
@@[harmonica playing]
You'll run them sheep off again if you don't quiet down.
[exclaiming]
What are you doing?
Aguirre came by again.
Says my uncle didn't die after all.
Says bring 'em down.
Bring 'em down, why? lt's the middle of August.
Says there's a storm comin', movin' in from the Pacific.
Worse than this one.
That snow barely stuck an hour. Huh?
Besides, that son of a bitch, he's cuttin' us out a whole month's pay.
lt ain't right.
Well...
l can spare you a loan, bud, if you're short on cash.
Give it to you when we get to Signal.
l don't need your money, huh?
You know, l ain't in the poorhouse. Shit!
All right.
Time to get goin', cowboy.
[Jack chuckling]
Come here! This ain't no rodeo, cowboy!
(Jack) Oh, shit!
[Jack laughing]
[both grunting]
[exclaims]
Ennis. Ennis.
Come here. You okay?
You okay? Yeah.
[shushing]
[Jack groaning]
[bleating]
Some of these never went up there with you.
Count ain't what l'd hoped for, neither.
You ranch stiffs, you ain't never no good.
[engine faltering]
Wanna give it some gas?
[revving]
l can't believe l left my damn shirt up there.
Yeah.
You gonna do this again next summer?
Well, maybe not.
Like l said, me and Alma is gettin' married in November.
So...
l'll try to get somethin' on a ranch, l guess.
And you?
Might go up to my daddy's place and give him a hand through the winter.
l might be back.
lf the Army don't get me.
Well, l guess l'll see you around, huh?
Right.
[gasping]
[retching]
[exclaiming]
What the fuck are you lookin' at? Huh?
(Minister) ''And forgive us our trespasses...
''as we forgive those who trespass against us.
(all) ''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 vested in me...
l now pronounce you man and wife.
You may kiss the bride. And if you don't, l will.
[all chuckle]
[all clapping]
[Alma shrieking]
You all right? No.
[Alma laughing]
Stop!
No, please don't!
(Timmy) My old lady's tryin' to get me to quit this job.
She says l'm gettin' too old to be breakin' my back shovelin' asphalt.
l told her strong backs and weak minds runs in the family.
[laughing] She didn't think that was too funny.
l told her it keeps me fit.
Mornin'. Mornin'.
(boy) PuIIed in Iast night. Didn't want to wake you up.
(girI) Oh, no, I was just....
I thought I'd teII you before the Sergeant showed up.
Parking this traiIer on the beach is iIIegaI.