All l'm sayin' is, what's the point of making it?
lf the taxes don't get it, the inflation will eat it all up.
You should see Lureen punchin' numbers in her adding machine.
Hunting for extra zeros, her eyes gettin' smaller and smaller.
lt's like watchin' a rabbit tryin' 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 feelin'...
l 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 lookin' 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, herdin' 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. l was just thinkin' out loud.
Yup, you're a real thinker there. God damn....
Jack fucking Twist.
Got it all figured out, ain't he?
[people chattering]
(man) All right, hon.
@@{DeviI's Right Hand by Steve Earle playing]
Just finished my shift. Wanna dance?
l was on my way to the-- l'm Cassie. Cassie Cartwright.
Ennis. Del Mar.
No more dancin' for me, l hope.
You're safe. Yeah?
My feet hurt. Hard work, is it?
Yeah, drunks like you demanding beer after beer...
smokin'. Gets tiresome.
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What do you do, Ennis Del Mar?
Well, earlier today, l was castrating calves.
What are you doing?
Trying to get a foot rub, dummy.
All right.
That good?
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And then l pledged Tri Delt at SMU.
And l sure never thought...
l'd end up in a poky little place like Childress.
Then l 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 l am!
Was you Tri Delt? l 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 dancin'.
They ain't got a smidgen of rhythm between them.
lt's funny, isn't it?
Husbands don't never seem to wanna dance with their wives.
Why do you think that is, Jack?
l don't know, l never give it any thought.
Wanna dance?
Yes, thank you. (Jack) Do you mind?
No, it's all right. Go ahead. All right.
(LaShawn) Pardon us.
Thank you for asking me to dance with you.
l really appreciate that. Randall never does.
Last time l did, l think it was our wedding.
lt'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.
l told Randall we ought to take the car.
Of course, he'd never listen to me.
[laughing] He wouldn't listen to me if he was goin' deaf tomorrow.
l told him it'd take more than chewing gum and baling wire...
to fix that pickup.
Well, he's never been very mechanical, though.
[crickets chirping]
Come over here and ask....
[people chattering]
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.
l mean, why powder your nose just to go home and go to bed?
Don't know.
Even if l wanted to know...
l couldn't get a word in with Lashawn long enough to ask.
Woman talks a blue streak. Lively little gal.
[clearing throat]
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 l could use it whenever l want.
We ought to go down there some weekend.
Drink a little whiskey, fish some.
Get away, you know?
(LaShawn) That was right out of SMU.
l 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, l got no resistance.
l was spending more than l made. More than Randall ever will make.
We come out here...
thinkin' that ranchin' was still big hats and Marlboros.
Boy, were we behind the times.
(Ennis) Hey there, Junior. You ready?
[truck door closing]
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(Cassie) 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 l'm the one for him?
[people chattering]
You're good enough.
@@{MeIissa by The Allman Brothers playing]
You don't say much, but you get your point across.
Sorry. l didn't mean to be rude.
[Ennis clearing throat]
All right.
You're stayin' on your feet, cowboy.
Excuse me, darling.
So l'll pick you and Jenny up next weekend, after church.
Fine.
You all right?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Daddy, l was thinking, what with the new baby and all...
Ma and Monroe have been awful strict on me.
More on me than Jenny even.
l was thinkin', maybe l could....
Maybe l could come stay with you.
l'd be an awful good help, l know l would.
Now, you know l ain't set up for that.
With the roundup comin'...
l won't ever be home.
lt's all right, Daddy.
l'm not sayin' that l wouldn't-- lt's all right, l 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?
l been puttin' the blocks...
to a good-lookin' little gal over in Riverton.
She's a waitress. Wants to go to nursing school or somethin'.
l 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.
l kind of got this thing going with...
a ranch foreman's wife over in Rutters.
What? l'm bound to get shot...
by Lureen or her husband each time l slip off to see her.
You probably deserve it.
Tell you what.
The truth is...
sometimes l miss you so much, l can hardly stand it.
[truck door closing]
l guess l'll head up on to Lightning Flat.
See the folks for a day or two.
There's somethin' l been meanin' to tell you, bud.
Well, it's likely November before l can come out here again.
After we ship stock and before winter feedin' 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 friggin' 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 travelin' l ever done...
is around a coffee pot, looking for the handle.
(Ennis) Come on, Jack. Lighten up on me.
We can hunt in November.
Kill us a nice elk.
l'll try if l 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 seein' the Pope.
Jack, l got to work.
ln them earlier days, l'd just quit the job.
You....
You forget what it's like bein' broke all the time.
You ever hear of child support?
l'll tell you this, l can't quit this one...
and l can't get the time off.
lt was hard enough gettin' this time.
The trade-off was August.
Well, you got a better idea?
l did, once.
(Ennis) You did, once.
Well, have you been to Mexico, Jack Twist?
'Cause l hear what they got in Mexico for boys like you.
Hell, yes, l've been to Mexico. ls that a fucking problem?
l'm going to tell you this one time, Jack fucking Twist.
And l ain't foolin'.
What l don't know, all them things that l don't know...
could get you killed if l come to know them.
l ain't jokin'.
Yeah, well try this one, and l'll say it just once.
Go ahead! l'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 l 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 needin' somethin' l don't hardly never get!
You have no idea how bad it gets!
And l'm not you! l 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!
l wish l knew how to quit you!
Then why don't you?
Why don't you just let me be, huh?
lt's because of you, Jack, that l'm like this.
l'm nothin'.
l'm nowhere.
lt's okay. Get the fuck off me!
[grunting]
[sobbing]
lt's all right. lt's all right.
Damn you, Ennis.
l just can't stand this anymore, Jack.
Come on now, you're sleepin' on your feet like a horse.
My mama used to say that to me when l was little.
And sing to me.
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l got to go.
See you in the morning.
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[phone ringing]
Excuse me.
Hey.
Ennis Del Mar.
Where you been?
Here and there.
l left word for you with Steve at the ranch.
And you must've got those notes l left at your place.
Looks like l got the message, in any case.
Carl?
Yeah, Carl's nice.
He even talks.
Good for you.
Yeah.
Good for me.
l don't get you, Ennis Del Mar.
l'm sorry.
l was probably no fun anyways, was l?
Ennis, girls don't fall in love with fun.
[sobbing]
[door closing]
[telephone ringing]
(Lureen) Hello. HeIIo, this is Ennis DeI Mar.
Who? Who is this?
Ennis Del Mar. l'm an old buddy of Jack's.
(Lureen) Jack used to mention you.
You're the fishing buddy or the hunting buddy, l know that.
Would have let you know what happened...
but l wasn't sure about your name or address.
Jack kept his friends' addresses in his head.
That's why l'm callin', to see what happened.
Oh, yeah.
Jack was pumpin' 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 aIong, he'd drowned in his own bIood.
He was onIy 39 years oId.
HeIIo? HeIIo?
HeIIo.
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 herdin' sheep on Brokeback one summer...
back in '63.
Well, he said it was his favorite place.
l thought he meant to get drunk. He drank a lot.
ls his folks still up in Lightning Flat?
They'II be there tiII the day they die.
Thank you for your time.
I sure am sorry.
We was good friends.
Get in touch with his folks.
l suppose they'd appreciate it if his wishes was carried out.
About the ashes, l mean.
[cows lowing]
[bird cawing]
Want a cup of coffee, don't you? Piece of cherry cake?
Yes, ma'am, l'll have a cup of coffee...
but l can't eat no cake just now. Thank you.
l feel awful bad about Jack.
Thank you.
l can't begin to tell you how bad l feel.
(Ennis) l knew him a long time.
l 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 l'll be happy to.
l'll tell you what.
l know where Brokeback Mountain is.
Thought he was too goddamn special to be buried in the family plot.
(John) Jack used to say....
''Ennis Del Mar,'' he used to say.
''l'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.
(mother) l kept his room like it was when he was a boy.
l think he appreciated that.
You are welcome to go up to his room, if you want.
Yeah, l'd like that. Thank you.
[bird cawing]
(John) Tell you what.
We got a family plot. He's goin' in it.
Yes, sir.
You come back and see us again.
Thank you, ma'am.
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(Ennis) Hey there, Junior. Hey, Daddy.
[car door closing]
Come here.
Like the car?
Yeah. ls it yours? lt's Kurt's.
l thought you were seein' Troy. Troy?
Daddy, that was two years ago.
Troy still playing baseball?
l don't know what he's doing. l'm seein' Kurt now.
Well, what does Kurt do? Works out in the oil fields.
So he's a roughneck, huh? [laughing] Yeah.
l guess you're 19, you can do whatever you want. lsn't that right?
Sure.
[glass tinkling]
Daddy, you need more furniture. Yeah, well...
if you got nothin', you don't need nothin'.
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 hopin' you'd be there.
Yeah.
l think l'm supposed to be on a roundup down near the Tetons.
You know what?
l reckon they can find themselves a new cowboy.
My little girl, getting married.
[grunts]
[bottle thuds]
To Alma and Kurt.
Jack, l swear....
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