There’s something’ I been meanin’ to tell you, bud.
Well, it’s likely November before I 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’ I ever done...is around a coffee pot, looking for the handle.
Come on, Jack.
Lighten up on me.
We can hunt in November.
Kill us a nice elk.
I’ll try if I 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, I got to work.
In them earlier days, I’d just quit the job.
You...
You forget what it’s like bein’ broke all the time.
You ever hear of child support?
I’ll tell you this, I can’t quit this one...and I can’t get the time off.
It was hard enough gettin’ this time.
The trade-off was August.
Well, you got a better idea?
I did, once.
You did, once.
Well, have you been to Mexico, Jack Twist?
’Cause I hear what they got in Mexico for boys like you.
Hell, yes, I’ve been to Mexico.
Is that a fucking problem?
I’m going to tell you this one time, Jack fucking Twist.
And I ain’t foolin’.
What I don’t know, all them things that I don’t know...could 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!
I’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 I 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’ 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 to me, Ennis.
You son of a whoreson bitch!
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’.
I’m nowhere.
It’s okay.
Get the fuck off me!
It’s all right.
It’s all right.
Damn you, Ennis.
I just can’t stand this anymore, Jack.
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Come on now, you’re sleepin’ on your feet like a horse.
My mama used to say that to me when I was little.
And sing to me.
I got to go.
See you in the morning.
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