Brokeback Mountain Page #6

Now, uh. . .

you know I ain't set up for that. . .

With the roundup comin'.

I won't ever be home.

That's all right, daddy.

- I'm not sayin' that I wouldn't. . .

- That's all right, I understand.

Well, see you on Sunday, then.

Bye.

Bye, sweetheart !

It's goin' a snow tonight for sure.

Yep.

All this time and you ain't

found nobody else to marry?

I've been puttin' the blocks to a

good-lookin' little gal over in Riverton.

She's a waitress. . .wants to go to

nursin' school, or somethin'. . .

I dunno. . .

What about you and Lureen?

Lureen's good at makin' hard

deals in the machinery business,

but as far as our marriage goes. . .

we could do it over the phone. . .

I kinda got this thing goin' with the. . .

ranch foreman's wife over in, uh, Childress.

What?

Expect to get shot by Lureen or the husband,

each time I slip off to see her.

Well, you probably deserve it, hmm?

Tell you what. . .

The truth is. . .

Sometimes I miss you so much,

I can hardly stand it.

I guess I'll head up on to Lightnin' Flat.

See the folks for a day or two.

There's somethin' I've been

meanin' to tell you, bud. . .

Well, it's likely November

before I can come out here again.

I mean, after we ship stock and

before winter feedin' starts again.

November ?

Well, what in the hell

ever happened to August ?

Well. . .

Christ, Ennis !

Y'know, you had a f***in' week

to say some li'l word about this.

Oh man, why is it we're always

in the FRIGGIN' COLD ?!

We ought a go SOUTH where it's warm !

You know, we ought a go to MEXICO !

Mexico?

Hell Jack, you know me,

'bout all the travellin'

I ever done is

around a coffeepot,

lookin' for the handle !

C'mon Jack, lighten up on me. . .

We can hunt in November. . .

Kill us a nice elk. . .

I can try if I can get

Don Wroe's cabin again,

we had a good time that year, didn't we?

There ain't never enough time. . .

never enough. . .

You know, friend?

This is a goddamn b*tch of

an unsatisfactory situation.

You used to come away easy, and

now it's like seein' the Pope.

Jack, I got a work.

Huh?

In them earlier days, I just quit the jobs.

I mean, you. . .

you forget what it's like

being broke all the time.

Y'ever hear a 'child support'?

And I'll tell you,

I can't quit this one. . .

and I can't get the time off.

It's hard enough gettin' this time.

The trade-off was August !

You got a better idea?

I DID ONCE. . .

You did once. . .?

You been a Mexico, Jack Twist?

Hmmm?

'Cause I hear what they got

in Mexico for boy's like you. . .

Hell yes, I've been to Mexico.

Is that a f***in' problem?!

I'm goin' a tell you this one

time, Jack F***in' Twist. . .

And I ain't foolin'. . .

What I don't know. . .

all them THINGS that I don't know. . .

I'd get you KILLED

if I come to know them !

I ain't jokin' !

Yeah? Well, try this one:

And I'll say it just once. . .

Go ahead !

Tell you what:

we could a had a good life together,

a f***in' 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 ! !

Everythin's built on that !

That's ALL we got, boy !

F***in' ALL !

So, I hope you know that,

if you don't never know the rest ! !

Goddammit. . .

You count the damn few times that we

have been together in nearly 20 years,

and you measure the short

f***in' leash you keep me on. . .

then, you ask me 'bout Mexico !

And you tell me you'll KILL

me for needin' somethin'

that I don't hardly NEVER get ! !

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BAD IT GETS !

And I'm not you, I 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 b*tch !

I WISH I KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU. . .

Then, why don't you?

Why don't you just let me be, huh?

It's because of you Jack,

that I'm like this. . .

I'm nothin'. . .and I'm. . .

I'm nowhere. . .

God ! !

GET THE F*** OFF A ME ! !

Uhhhh. . .Sorry. . .

It's all right. . .

DAMN YOU, Ennis !

Sorry I can't stand much anymore, Jack. . .

And now you're sleepin'

on your feet like a horse.

My mama used to say that

to me when I was little. . .

And I can sing it to you now. . .

"Hmmm...hmm..."

I got a go. . .

See you in the mornin'. . .

Excuse me.

Hey !

Ennis Del Mar.

Where you been?

Here and there. . .

I left word for you with Steve. . .

at the ranch. . .

Then you must have got those

notes I left at your place.

Looks like I got the message,

in any case. . .

Carl?

Yeah, Carl's nice.

He even talks !

Good for you !

Yeah.

Good for me. . .

I don't get you, Ennis Del Mar.

I'm sorry. . .

I was probably no fun anyways, was I?

Ennis, girls don't fall in love with 'FUN' !

[Jack, How about November for

you. I can meet you at Pine Creek.]

[ -Ennis Del Mar]

[Return to Sender: DECEASED]

Hello?

Hello, this is uh. . .

Ennis Del Mar. . .uh. . .

- Who? Who is this?

- Ennis Del Mar.

An ol' buddy a Jacks. . .

Jack used to mention you.

You're the fishin' buddy,

or the huntin' buddy, I know that.

Would a let you know what happened but. . .

I wasn't sure about

your name or address. . .

Jack kept his friends' addresses

in his head.

That's why I'm callin' is uh,

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'd come along

he'd drowned in his own blood.

He was only 39 years old. . .

Hello?

Hello??

- Hello ?!

- Uh. . .

- Was he buried down there?

- We put a stone up.

He was cremated, like he wanted.

Half his ashes was interred here. . .

the rest is sent up with his folks.

He used to say he wanted his ashes

scattered on 'Brokeback Mountain'. . .

But, I wasn't sure where that was. . .

I thought that 'Brokeback Mountain'

might be around where he grew up.

Knowin' Jack, it might

be some 'pretend' place. . .

Where bluebirds sing and

there's a whiskey spring.

No ma'am, we. . .we was herdin'

sheep on Brokeback one summer.

Back in '63. . .

Well, he said it was his favorite place. . .

I thought he meant to get drunk.

He drank alot.

Is his folks still up in Lightnin' Flat?

They'll be there 'till the day they die !

Uh, I thank you for your time. . .

I sure am sorry. . .

We was good friends. . .

Get in touch with his folks. . .

I suppose they'd appreciate it

if his wishes was carried out. . .

'Bout the ashes, I mean. . .

Want a cup of coffee, don't you?

Piece a cherry cake?

Yes ma'am, I'll have a cup of coffee,

but I can't eat no cake just now.

Thank you. . .

I feel awful bad about Jack.

Thank you.

I can't begin to tell you how bad I feel.

I knew him a long time. . .

I 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 I'd be happy to.

Tell you what. . .

I know where BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN is. . .

Thought he was too goddam special

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