Brokeback Mountain Page #5

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,

the night before you went on

one of your little trips. . .

Price tag still on it after 5 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, lookin' all perky.

And you said you caught a bunch

of browns and you ate them up.

D'ya 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 IT'S LIFE !

That don't mean nothin', Alma. . .

Don't try and fool me no more, Ennis !

I know what that means !

- Jack Twist ??

- Alma. . .

JACK NASTY !

YOU DIDN' GO UP THERE TO FISH !

Shut up, listen to me, you

don' know nothin' about it !

I'm goin' a yell for Monroe !

You do it and I'll make him eat

the f***in' floor, and YOU TOO!

Get out ! Get out ! You hear

me, Ennis Del Mar? Get out !

Daddy !

Alma?

Bye Daddy !

Bye !

Hey a**hole ! Watch where you're goin' !

Jesus ! You stupid f*** !

Goddamn !

God. . .damn !

F*** !

Dammit !

You know what I'm sayin'.

I mean, all I'm sayin' is. . .

What's the point of makin' it?

If taxes don't get it, the

inflation will eat it all up !

You should see Lureen.

Punchin' numbers in her add machine.

Hundred X zeros. Her eyes gettin'

smaller and smaller, it's like. . .

watchin' a rabbit tryin' a squeeze into

a snake hole with a coyote on it's tail.

That's some high class

entertainment, if you ask me !

For what it's worth. . .

You and Lureen, it's uh. . .normal and all?

Sure.

She don't never suspect?

You remember gettin' the feelin'. . .

I dunno, uh. . .

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?

Maybe you ought a get

out a there, y'know?

Find yourself someplace

different, maybe Texas?

Texas?

Sure, and maybe you can convince Alma

to let you and Lureen adopt the girls ?!

And we could just live

together herdin' sheep !

And it will rain money from

L.D. Newsome and,

and whiskey will flow in the

stream Jack, that's real smart !

Go to hell, Ennis !

You want a live your

miserable f***in' life?

Then, go right ahead !

- Fine !

- I was just thinkin' out loud.

Yep, you're a real thinker there !

Goddamn ! Jack F***in' Twist. . .

He got it all figured out, ain't he?

Just finished my shift.

Wanna dance?

Well, I was on my way to. . .

- I'm Cassie, Cassie Cartwright.

- Ennis. . .Del Mar.

"So I asked if I could have

one someday when I grew up"

"Mama dropped a dozen eggs,

she really blew up"

"She really blew up,

and she didn't understand"

"Mama says a pistol is

the devil's right hand"

"The devil's right hand,

the devil's right hand"

"Mama says a pistol is

the devil's right hand"

"Yeah my first pistol was a

cap and ball Colt"

"Shoots as fast as lightnin'

but she loads a mite slow"

No more dancin' for me, I hope. . .

- You're safe. . .my feet hurt.

- It's a hard work, isn't it?

Yeah ! Drunks like you,

demandin' beer after beer,

smokin'. . .

Get's tiresome.

What do you do, Ennis Del Mar?

Uh, earlier today,

I was castratin' calves.

What you doin' ?

Tryin' to get a foot rub, dummy !

A'ight. . .

- Any good?

- Mmm-hmm.

. . .there and then I pledged

Tri Delt at SMU, and I sure never

thought I'd end up in a pokey

little place like Childress !

But then I met ol' 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.

Oh well, even though we

ain't quite sorority sisters,

we may just have to dance

with ourselves, Lureen !

Our husbands ain't the least

bit interested in dancin' !

They ain't got a smidgin

of rhythm between 'em !

It's funny, innit?

Husbands. . .don't never seem

to want a dance with their wives.

- Hey, why do you think that is, Jack?

- Dunno, 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

askin' me to dance with me.

I really appreciate that.

Randall never does !

The last time I did,

I think it was at our wedding !

It's good you and Lureen

happened along when you did,

or else we'd be still stuck on the

side of the road in that darn pickup !

I told Randall we ought a take the

car. 'Course he'd never listen to me.

He wouldn't listen to me even if

he knew he was goin' deaf tomorrow.

I told him to take more than chewin'

gum and bailin' wire to fix that pickup.

Well, he's never been

very mechanical, though.

You ever notice how a woman'll powder

her nose before she goes to a party?

Then she'll powder it again,

once the party's over?

Then, 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 !

- The woman talks a blue streak.

- Lively little gal !

You like workin' for Roy Taylor?

- He's solid.

- Yeah Roy. He's a, he's a good ol' boy.

He's got a little, uh. . .

cabin down on Lake Kemp.

Got a croppie house. . . little boat. . .

Said I could use it whenever I want. . .

We ought a go down there some weekend. . .

drink a little whiskey. . .fish some?

get away. . .

y' know ?

. . .now when I was right

out a SMU I could have had

my pick of almost 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 spendin' more than I made !

More than Randall ever will make !

We come out here thinkin' that rancher

men's still big hats and Marlboro's

Boy, are we behind the times !

Hey there Jr. !

You ready?

"...-J -O --E will be going away"

"I love you both and this will be

pure -H -E double -L for me..."

What do you think?

Your daddy ever goin' a see

fit to settle down again?

I don't know. . .

Maybe he's not the marryin' 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.

- Hi !

-Uh ! You're stayin' on your feet, cowboy !

'Scuse me darlin'. . .

''Knowing many, loving none,''

''Bearing sorrow havin' fun,''

''But back home he'll always run''

''to sweet Melissa. . .''

So I'll pick you and Jenny up,

next weekend, after church.

Fine.

- You all right?

- Yes.

Are you sure?

Daddy, I was thinkin'. . .

well, with the new baby and all, mama

and Monroe been awful strict on me.

more on me, than Jenny, even. . .

I was thinkin'. . .

maybe I could. . .

maybe I could come stay with you. . .

I'd be an awful great help, I know I would.

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