[knocking on door]
Yeah!
Well, look what the wind blew in.
Hi, Mr. Aguirre.
l was wonderin' if you was needin' any help this summer.
You're wastin' your time here.
What, you ain't got nothin'?
Nothin' up on Brokeback?
l 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 gettin' paid to leave the dogs baby-sit the sheep...
while you stemmed the rose.
Now get the hell out of my trailer.
[vehicle approaching]
{man chattering on TV]
[babies crying]
How my girls doing?
All right. Jenny's still got a runny nose.
[babies continue crying]
[babies screaming]
[shushing]
Ennis, could you wipe Alma Jr.'s nose?
lf l had three hands, l could.
Come here. Come here. Oh!
Girls all right?
Yeah. Jenny stopped her coughin'.
l think l should take the girls into town this weekend.
Get 'em an ice cream. Somethin'.
Can't we move to town?
l'm tired of these lonesome old ranches.
No one's around for Junior to play with.
Besides, l'm scared for Jenny...
scared if she has another one of 'em bad asthma spells.
No, rent in town is too high.
There's a cheap place in Riverton, over the Laundromat.
l bet l could fix it up real nice.
l bet you could fix this place up real nice if you wanted to.
Ennis. Hmm?
l 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 'em to be so lonely, do you?
Yeah.
Come here.
lt ain't so lonely now, is it?
Are you sure the girls are asleep? Yeah.
[panting]
Come here.
Ennis.
(maIe announcer) Let 'er rip and snort, boys!
Jack Twist, hangin' on for dear Iife!
And down he goes! Watch out there, feIIa!
He's comin' for you. Send in the cIowns!
Okay, a fine ride by Mr. Twist. Shit!
Four seconds for him.
Give 'em a hand, foIks, our very own rodeo cIowns!
@@{Trust in Lies by The Raven Shadows featuring Tim Ferguson playing]
Give us a beer, Doug.
l'd like to buy Jimbo here a beer.
Best damn rodeo clown l've ever worked with.
No thanks, cowboy.
lf l was to let every rodeo hand l pulled a bull off of...
buy me liquor, l'd have been a alcoholic long ago.
Pullin' bulls off of you buckaroos is just my job.
So save your money for your next entry fee, cowboy.
You ever try calf ropin'?
Do l look like l can afford a fuckin' ropin' horse?
@@[band playing]
[people chattering]
Shouldn't we move a little closer?
{maIe announcer chattering] No. Come on, let's don't. Jenny'll get scared.
[fireworks exploding]
[biker #1 whooping]
Look at this crowd!
Bound to be a lot of pussy on the hoof in a crowd like this.
(biker #2) All swelled up with patriotic feeling...
and ready to be humped like a frog.
So, where do you figure the most pussy is at?
[baby crying] Las Vegas or California?
Hell, l don't know...
but if you make it between Montana and Wyoming, l'd take Wyoming--
Hey! You might want to keep it down, l got two little girls here.
Fuck you. Asshole.
Probably quit givin' it to his wife after his kids was born.
[laughing] You know what that's like. Yeah.
Ennis, let's move. Let's just move, okay?
[fireworks exploding]
[babies crying]
Now, l 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.
ls that right? Yeah. Move somewhere else.
What about it? You wanna lose about half your fuckin' teeth, huh?
Not tonight, bud. l'd sure rather not.
(maIe announcer) Here she comes, Iadies and gentIemen!
[crowd cheering] Oh, boy, Iook at her fIy!
This is Lureen Newsome from right here in ChiIdress, Texas!
Come on, foIks, she's gotta hear it, Iet's give her a big hand!
She's turnin' on two!
She's around three!
Come on, foIks! HeIp her home!
Come on! Come on!
And the time is 16 and 9!
Here's Cheyenne Hodson from Cody, Wyoming!
Come on, girI!
She's headed around two!
Is there anybody here from Wyoming? Ma'am.
How about it, foIks?
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, foIks.
Better Iuck next time, cowboy.
Boy, I teII you, foIks, what a heck of a way to make a Iiving!
Next up is an up-and-comer!
Jack Twist from aII the way up in Lightning FIat, Wyoming.
He's onboard SIeepy today! Let's hope he's not!
Okay!
There they go, foIks! And Iook at SIeepy go, boy!
He's broke free today, foIks! Come on, spin and spin and spin!
Oh, boy! Good ride, cowboy! WeII, Iet's see what the judges say!
I teII you, foIks, that sure Iooked Iike the winnin' ride to me!
@@[band playing lively country music]
You know that girl?
l sure do. Lureen Newsome.
Her dad sells farm equipment. l mean, big farm equipment.
$100,000 tractors, shit like that.
What are you waitin' for, cowboy? A matin' call?
@ No one's gonna Iove you Iike me @
@ No one eIse, can't you see? @
@ No one's gonna Iove you Iike me @
@ No one, no one @
@ No one eIse, can't you see? @
@ No one's gonna Iove you Iike me @
@ No one, no one @
@ I know sometimes you feIt @
@ So IoneIy @
@ I know @
@ You feIt so sad and bIue @@
[crickets chirping]
@@{country music pIaying on radio]
[both moan]
Oh, wait, hold on.
You don't think l'm too fast, do you?
Maybe we should put the brakes on?
Fast or slow, l just like the direction you're goin'.
You are in a hurry. My daddy's the hurry.
He expects me home with the car by midnight.
[baby crying]
Come here, come here.
Hi, Monroe. Hey, Ennis.
ls Alma here?
Yeah, she's in the condiments aisle.
The what? Ketchup.
Thanks.
(man) Your boy gonna play again this year?
(Alma Jr.) 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.
(Alma Jr.) Mama.
l guess all the heifers must've decided...
[baby crying] to calve at the same time.
l figured l could drop the girls off with you.
Ennis, well...
l got a million things l gotta do here before l can leave.
l don't get off for another three hours.
Mama, l need crayons. Not now, Alma.
Ennis, please, you promised you'd take them tonight.
Alma, l can't afford not to be there when the heifers calve.
Right, it'd be my job if l lose any of 'em.
What about my job?
Okay, all right, l'll call my sister.
l'll see if she can take 'em. All right. All right.
You be a good girl for your mama, all right?
l'll be half the night.
Bring home some ground steaks if you think of it.
[baby shrieking] Come here. Oh, Alma, please!
Oh, boy.
Okay. Monroe, l'm so sorry.
lt's okay. lt's okay, Alma.
l'll clean this up just as soon as l call my sister...
to come get the girls.
Really, Alma, it's okay. l'll get it.
Alma, come with me. Watch your feet.
Alma.
lt's just like my hand.
(Jack) Honey, got a surprise for you.
(Lureen) Hey.
l got two whole boxes of formula for you.
You did?
1 20 cans. 1 20?
L.D., where did you put 'em?
Oh, hell, back seat of the car, where l left 'em.
Rodeo can get 'em.
L.D., l can already see who little Bobby looks like.
Good job, little girl.
He's the spittin' image of his grandpa.
lsn't he just the spittin' image of his grandpa?
[gurgles]
Yeah.
(Lureen) Look at those eyes.
Hey.
(Ennis) Hey, honey.
[sizzling]
Hey, Ennis, you know somebody, name of Jack?
Maybe. Why?
'Cause you got a postcard. lt come general delivery.
ls he somebody you cowboyed with, or what?
No, Jack, he rodeos, mostly.
We was fishin' buddies.
[birds chirping]
(Alma) You can color that one, too.
(Alma Jr.) l'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.
[vehicle approaching]
Jack fuckin' Twist.
(Jack) Son of a bitch.
Come here.
[door opening]
Alma, this is Jack Twist.
And, Jack, this is my wife, Alma.
Howdy. Hello.
[Alma Jr. chattering]
You got a kid.
Yeah, l got two little girls. Alma Jr. and Jenny.
l got a boy. Yeah?
Eight months old. Smiles a lot.
l 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 drinkin' and talkin' and all.
Ennis?
Would you get me a pack of smokes?
lf you need smokes, Alma, they're in the top pocket of my blue shirt.
There in the bedroom.
[door shuts]
Four years. Damn! Yeah, four years.
Didn't think l'd hear from you again.
l figured you were sore from that punch.
Right next summer, l drove back up to Brokeback.
Talked to Aguirre about a job, and....
He told me you hadn't been back, so l left.
Went down to Texas for rodeoin'.
That's how l met Lureen.
Made $2,000 that year, bull ridin'. 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 rodeoin' ain't what it was in my daddy's day.
Got out while l could still walk.
Swear to God, l didn't know we was goin' to get into this again.
Yes l did. l red-lined it all the way.
l couldn't get here fast enough.
What about you? Me? l don't know.
l don't know.
Old Brokeback got us good, don't it?
What are we gonna do now?
l doubt there's nothin' we can do.
So now l'm stuck with what l got here.
Makin' a livin' is about all l got time for now.
[birds chirping]
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
[door shuts]
[door opening]
Hey.
Well, me and Jack is headed up the mountain for a day or two.
Do ourselves a little fishin'.
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 takin' off?
You know, that foreman, he owes me.
l worked through a blizzard last Christmas. You remember that?
Besides, l'll only be a couple of days.
Bring fish, Daddy. A big, big one!
Come here. Come here.
Come here.
See you Sunday, latest.
l'm starvin'. Want to get somethin' to eat?
Yup.
[Alma sobbing]
(Ennis) Last one in!
[both exclaiming]
ls there anything interestin' up there in heaven?
Well, l was just sending up a prayer of thanks.
For what?
For you forgettin' to bring that harmonica.
l'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? lt'd be a sweet life.
l mean, hell, Lureen's old man...
you bet he'd give me a down payment to get lost.
l mean, he more or less already said it.
No, l...
l told you it ain't gonna be that way.
You know...
you got your wife and baby in Texas.
You know, l got my life in Riverton.
ls 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.
l tell you...
there were these two old guys ranched up together down home.
(Ennis) EarI and Rich.
And they was a joke in town...
even though they were pretty tough oId birds.
Anyway, they found EarI dead...
in an irrigation ditch.
They took a tire iron to him, spurred him up...
and drug him around by his dick tiII it puIIed off.
You seen this? Yeah, l was what? Nine years old.
(Ennis) My daddy, he made sure me and my brother seen it.
Hell, for all l 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?
(Ennis) As long as we can ride it.
There ain't no reins on this one.
[swing squeaking]
(Ennis) lt's nearly suppertime.
Where the hell do you think you're going?
(Alma) To work!
l 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 eatin' unless you're servin' it!
l already promised l'd take the extra shift!
Fucking tell 'em you made a mistake, then!
God damn it, Alma! Alma!
[birds chirping]
[swing squeaking]
You girls need a push or somethin'?
(both) No.
(Jack) Listen to her purr, gentlemen!
You ain't gonna get that with your Caddy!
l told you what she could do, and now let me show you.
[tractor engine starting]
(farmer) Say, didn't that pissant used to ride the bulls?
He used to try.
[door closing] Honey, have you seen my blue parka?
(Lureen) Last time l seen it, you was in it...
day we had that big ice storm.
Well, could have sworn l 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 l don't think that his pickup could make it down here, anyway.
(Lureen) New model comin' in this week, remember?
You're the best combine salesman we got.
You're the only combine salesman, in fact.
Yeah, l'll be back in a week. That is, unless l freeze to death...
and l'll freeze if l don't find that parka.
Well, l don't have your goddamn parka.
You know, you're worse than Bobby when it comes to losin' stuff.
Well, speakin' of Bobby, did you call his school...
about gettin' him a tutor?
l thought you were gonna call.
l complain too much. That teacher don't like me. Right.
Now it's your turn. Okay, fine, so l'll call later.
[keys clicking]
Right. Fine.
Goodbye.
(Jack) Got 1 4 hours of driving ahead of me.
See now, it don't seem fair...
you goin' up there two, three times a year...
with him never comin' down here.
{man on TV chattering]
[clearing throat]
[girls chattering]
Ennis, they got an opening over at the power company.
Might be good pay.
Well, as clumsy as l am, l'd probably get electrocuted.
(Alma Jr.) Daddy, the church picnic's next weekend.
Will you be back from fishing by next weekend?
[grunts] Please, Daddy? Please!
Well, all right, as long as l don't have to sing.
Daddy. Thank you.
You forgettin' somethin'?
{TV chattering]
[footsteps pattering]
[door closing]
[truck approaching]
(Jack) You're late.
(Ennis) Look what l brought.
This way.
[both chattering]
[laughing]
There you go! No hands!
(Jack) lt's all yours, buddy! lt's all yours.
Come on, come on.
[cows lowing]
{TV chattering]
Come on in, AIvin.
(man) I've been trying to caII you for hours.
lt's Saturday night, you know, we could still smarten up...
and head on over to the church social.
That fire and brimstone crowd?
l think it'd be nice.
[moaning]
[gasping]
Ennis.
As far behind as we are on the bills...
it makes me nervous not to take no precaution.
lf you don't want no more of my kids...
l'll be happy to leave you alone.
l'd have 'em, if you'd support 'em.
[Ennis clearing throat]
(judge) Custody of the two minor chiIdren...
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 $1 25 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 by Roger Miller playing on radio]
@@[whistling]
@ King of the road! @@
ln you go.
[truck honking]
{radio chattering]
What are you doin' here, huh?
l 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. (both) Hi.
[clearing throat]
l got your card that the divorce came through.
Yeah. So here l am.
l had to ask about 10 different people in Riverton...
where you had moved to.
l guess, l thought that this means you....
No, Jack, l don't know what to say.
See, l got the girls this weekend and....
Jeez, l....
l'm sure as hell sorry. You know l am.
See, l only get them once a month, and l missed last month.
So l just.... Because of the roundup.
So....
Well.... Yeah, all right.
Jack.
l'll see you next month, then.
[door shuts]
{radio chattering]
@@{A Love That WiII Never Grow OId by Emmylou Harris playing on radio]
[sobbing]
[crickets chirping]
[people chattering in Spanish]
@@{Quizas Quizas Quizas by Rick Garcia playing]
@@[music playing]
[man chatters]
[speaks Spanish]
{TV chattering]
(Lureen) Comin' up.
Here we go. Here we are!
[grunting]
Whoa there, Rodeo.
The stud duck do the carvin' around here.
You bet, LD. l was just saving you the trouble.
Bobby, if you don't eat your dinner...
l'm gonna have to turn off that television.
Why, Mama?
l'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.
[sighing]
Daddy?
Daddy.
Hell, we don't eat with our eyes.
(L.D.) You want your boy to grow up...
to be a man, don't you, Daughter?
[clearing throat] 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 l knock your ignorant ass into next week.
[L.D. grunts]
[whirring]
[clearing throat]
[cutlery rattling]
Daddy, tell about when you rode broncs in the rodeo.
Well, that's a short story, honey.
lt was only about three seconds l was on that bronc.
The next thing l knew, l was flying through the air...
only l was no angel like you and Jenny here.
l didn't have no wings.
And that's the story of my saddle bronc career.
{TV chattering]
There you go.
[water flowing]
You ought to get married again, Ennis.
Me and the girls worry about you bein' alone so much.
Well, once burned....
You still go fishing with Jack Twist?
Not often.
You know, l 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, l got your creel case open...
night before you went on one of your little trips.
Price tag still on it after five years.
And l tied a note to the end of the line.
lt said, ''Hello, Ennis, bring some fish home. Love, Alma.''
And then you come back lookin' all perky...
and said you caught a bunch of brownies and you ate them up.
Do you remember?
l looked in that case first chance l 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.
l 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.
[crying] l'm going to yell for Monroe.
You do it and l'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?
[dishware shattering]
Alma?
(Jenny) Bye, Daddy!
(Alma Jr.) Bye.
[tires screeching]
Hey, asshole, watch where you're goin'!
Jesus. What....
Jesus....
(driver) You stupid fuck!
[grunting]
God damn!
[groaning]
God. God damn.
Oh, fuck!
Damn it!