Brokeback Mountain

Shit.

You pair of deuces lookin' for work...

I suggest you get your scrawny asses in here pronto.

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 I 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.

Yeah?

No.

No!

Not on your fuckin' life.

You got your dogs, your .30-30, you sleep there.

Last summer I had goddamn near 25% loss. I 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.

My second year up here.

Last year, one storm, the lightnin' killed 42 sheep.

Thought I'd asphyxiate from the smell.

Aguirre got all over my ass, like I was supposed to control the weather.

But beats workin' for my old man. Can't please my old man, no way.

That's why I took to rodeoin'. You ever rodeo?

You know, I mean, once in a while.

When I got the entry fee in my pocket.

Yeah.

Are you from ranch people?

Yeah, I 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.

Shit, that's hard.

Can I? Thank you.

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, I don't eat soup.

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.

Oh, shit.

Can't wait till I get my own spread...

and I won't have to put up with Joe Aguirre's crap no more.

I'm savin' for a place myself.

Alma and me, we're gonna get married when I 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.

No more beans.

Damn. Shit!

I 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, I'm sick of beans.

Too early in the summer to be sick of beans.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Hold on. Whoa, whoa!

Shit.

Whoa. Come back here!

Whoa there, whoa.

All right. Fuck it.

Okay, you bastard.

Where the hell you been?

Been up with the sheep all day, I get down here hungry as hell...

and all I find is beans.

What in the hell happened, Ennis?

I 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.

I can't believe that. God damn.

Let me see.

Shit.

Well, we gotta do somethin' about this food situation.

Maybe I'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.

I'll stick with beans.

Well, I won't.

Yeah!

Gettin' tired of your dumb-ass missin'.

Let's get a move on.

Don't want the Game and Fish to catch us with no elk.

Come on. Shit.

Yeah, I'm commutin' four hours a day.

I come in for breakfast, I 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? I 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.

I wouldn't mind bein' out there.

Well, I'm happy to switch with you...

but I warn you, I can't cook worth a damn.

I am pretty good with a can opener, though.

You can't be no worse than me, then.

Here you go.

You won't get much sleep, I'll tell you that.

Yup. Come on.

Shot a coyote up there.

It'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?

It's all yours.

Mmm.

I don't rodeo much myself.

I mean, what's the point...

of ridin' some piece of stock for eight seconds?

Money's a good point. True enough.

If 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.

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.

I 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 I 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 I'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...

There you go.

I'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!

I think my dad was right.

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.

I thought you said that mare couldn't throw you.

She got lucky.

Yeah, well, if I got lucky, that harmonica would've broke in two.

# I know I shall meet you on that final day #

# Water-walking Jesus, take me away! ##

Very good. Oh, yeah.

My mama, she believes in the Pentecost.

Oh, yeah?

What exactly is the Pentecost?

I mean, my folks, they was Methodist.

The Pentecost.

I don't know, I don't know what the Pentecost is.

Mom never explained it to me. I 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 I ain't yet had the opportunity.

Thank you.

Shit!

I'm gonna go up to the sheep now.

Give 'em hell.

No, I'm...

You can hardly stand. It's too late to go to them sheep.

Well, you got an extra blanket?

I'll just roll up out here, grab 40 winks...

and I'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.