Brokeback Mountain Page #2

married a roughneck,

moved to Casper. . .

and me and my brother, we. . .

we went and got ourselves

some work at a ranch

up near Worland.

'till I was 19, then he got married. . .

And, uh. . .

No more room for me !

That's how come, uh. . .

me end up here !

What?

Friend, that's more word than

you've spoke in the last two weeks.

Hell, that's the most

that I've spoke in a year !

And my dad. . .he was a fine roper.

He didn't rodeo much though, he

thought rodeo cowboys was all f***-ups.

The hell they are !

Hmm, well. . .

Yee-haaaw !

There he goes !

The bird has got ya !

Wavin' at the girls in the stands !

He's kickin' me a high heaven !

Me no Jack poor, me no. . .

I'd say, my daddy 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 kinda

flattened when that mare threw me.

Oh yeah? I thought you said

that mare couldn't throw you?

Eh. . . she got lucky !

Yeah, well if I got lucky, that

harmonica would a broke in two !

"I KNOW I SHALL MEET YOU

ON THAT FINAL DAY"

"WATER WALKIN' JESUS

TAKE ME AWAY !"

very good !

- 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. . .

Mama 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 !

Hmmm !

Thank you.

Sh*t !

Well, I'm goin' a go

up to the sheep now. . .

Give'em hell !

I reckon it's damn. . .

It's too late to go out a them sheep.

You got an extra blanket?

I'll just roll up out here. . .

grab 'forty-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 !

All right.

Ennis !

- What?

- Just quit your hammerin' and get in here !

What ya doin' ?

F*** me !

F***. . .

Me !

See you for supper.

It's a one shot thing

we got goin' on here. . .

It's nobody's business but ours. . .

You know I ain't queer.

Me neither.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's all right. . .

Twist, your uncle Harold's

in the hospital with pneumonia.

Docs don't expect he'll make it.

Your ma sent me to tell you, so, here I am.

Bad news.

There ain't nothin' I can do

about it up here, I guess. . .

There's not much you can do

about it down there, neither.

Not unless you can cure pneumonia.

Jesus !

Them sheep'll drift if I don't

get back up there tonight !

You'll get pitched off your

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