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1 EXT: SIGNAL, WYOMING: TRAILER: DAY: CONTINUOUS: 1963	: The door to the trailer slams shut behind them.  JACK walks down the three steps outside the trailer. ENNIS stops, stands on the lowest step of the trailer, looks around at the bleak surroundings.  JACK smiles, sticks out his hand. Jack JACK Twist. ENNIS (shakes hands) Ennis. A beat. JACK Your folks just stop at Ennis? ENNIS (after a moment) Del Mar. JACK Nice to know you, Ennis del Mar. JACK My second year up here.  Last year one storm the lightnin' kilt 42 sheep. (shakes his head) Thought I'd asphyxiate from the smell. Aguirre got all over my ass like I'm supposed to control the weather. (drinks) But beats workin' for my old man. Can't please my old man, no way.  That's why I took to rodeoin'. (proudly knocks his rodeo belt buckle) Ever rodeo? ENNIS (reserved) You know...I mean, once in a I got the entry fee in my pocket. JACK Yeah. You from ranch people? ENNIS I was. JACK Your folks run you off? ENNIS (Stiff) No.  They run themselves off.  One curve in the road in 43 miles, and they miss it.  Killed 'em both. Bank took the ranch. Brother and sister raised me, mostly. JACK Shit. That's hard.
2 EXT: BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN, WYOMING: CAMP: NIGHT: 1963:	The campfire light flickers on JACK'S face.  Looks around the surrounding forest.  Knows ENNIS wouldn't lag...is clearly worried.  Takes a swig out of a whiskey bottle. JACK looks up. WE SEE ENNIS ride into camp obscured by the darkness. JACK is more worried than angry, tries concern with indignation. JACK Where the hell you been?  Up with the sheep all day, I get down here, hungry as hell and all I find is beans.... Silent, ENNIS walks towards the tent, fire illuminating his face.  He sits on a log by the fire.  WE SEE the cut on his forehead, gaping now, dried blood covering the whole side of his face. JACK is startled by the sight of blood all over ENNIS'S cheek. JACK  (CONT'D) what hell happened, Ennis? ENNIS (exhausted) Come on a bear. (motions to his horse) Goddamn horse spooked, the mules took off. Scattered food everywhere. ENNIS (CONT'D) (beat) Beans 'bout all we got left. JACK hands a canteen to ENNIS, who slaps it away. ENNIS (CONT'D) Whiskey. JACK picks up the whiskey bottle and hands it to ENNIS. ENNIS grabs the bottle, takes a swig. JACK removes the bandanna from around his neck, wads it up, takes the whiskey from ENNIS, and pours some into the bandanna.  Raises the bandanna to ENNIS'S forehead. JACK hesitates...awkward...hands the bandanna to ENNIS. ENNIS takes the bandanna and slowly dabs it at the cut on his own temple.  Winces. JACK winces, too. JACK Well, we got to do somethin’ ‘bout this food situation. Maybe I’ll shoot one of the sheep. ENNIS What if Aguirre finds out? We’re supposed to guard the sheep, not eat ‘em. JACK What’s the matter with you? There’s a thousand of ‘em. ENNIS I’ll stick with beans. JACK Well, I won’t.
3 EXT: BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN, WYOMING: ENNIS'S CAMP: LATE EVENING: 1963:	ENNIS sits, supper finished, his back against a log, boot soles to the fire, two empty bean cans with spoons in them nearby, a few leftover fried potatoes. JACK has just taken a piss, is buttoning his jeans. ENNIS smokes.  Takes a deep swig from a whiskey bottle JACK walks up, flicks his rodeo belt buckle with his fingers. Sits down across from ENNIS. A creek gurgles nearby. ENNIS Don’t rodeo much myself. What's the point of ridin' some piece of stock for eight seconds? JACK Money’s a good point. JACK finally fixes his buckle, again sits down next to ENNIS and grabs the whiskey bottle. JACK takes a swig. ENNIS (laughs for the first time since they’ve met) Ture enough, if you don’t get stomped winnin’ it. JACK My ol’ man was a bullrider, pretty well knowed in his day, though he kept his secrets to himself. Never taught me a thing. Never once come to see me ride. JACK reaches over for a bean can.  Begins to scrape the last beans out of the bottom. JACK  (CONT'D)(eats) Your brother and sister do right by you? Throws the empty can on the fire. ENNIS Did the best they could after my folks was gone, considerin' they didn't leave us nothin' but $24 in a coffee can. ENNIS'S tongue loosens suddenly. ENNIS (CONT’D) Got me a year a high school before the transmission went on the pickup. My sisleft, married a roughneck, moved to Casper. Me and my brother got work on a ranch up near Worland until I was nineteen. He got married last month. No room for me. That’s how come me to end up here. Silence. JACK looks over at ENNIS, smiles. ENNIS (CONT'D) …What? JACK Friend, that’s more words than you’ve spoke in the past two weeks. ENNIS, smiles, for the first time. ENNIS Hell, it's the most I've spoke in a year. (remembers) My dad now, he was a fine roper.  Didn't rodeo much, though.  Thought rodeo cowboys was all fuck-ups. JACK The hell they are! JACK gets up, does a pretend bull ride around the campfire, bucking and twisting. JACK (CONT'D) Yee-haw! Yee-haw! I'm spurrin' his guts out! Wavin' to the girls in the stands! He's kickin" to high heaven, but he can't dashboard me! No way! Yee-haw! Finally throws himself, collapses in a heap among the saddles. ENNIS I think my dad was right. Both laugh so hard, they almost cry.
4 MOUNTAIN, WYOMING: CAMP: TENT: DARK, JUST BEFORE DAWN: 1963:	Both are warm inside JACK'S bedroll. JACK is wide awake now.  ENNIS, on his back, is half-asleep. JACK, tentative, takes one of ENNIS'S big hands from outside the bedroll and guides it inside, down toward his own groin. ENNIS, coming full awake, realizes where his hand is...jerks it away as if he’s touched fire. ENNIS What're you doin'? JACK moves towards him.  Takes off his jacket, unbuckles his pants. Then ENNIS flips JACK around.  Unbuckles his belt, shoves his pants down with one hand, uses the other to haul JACK up on all fours. JACK doesn't resist. ENNIS spits in the palm of his hand, puts it on himself. They go at it in silence, except for a few sharp intakes of breath. ENNIS shudders. Then out, down, as both fall asleep.
5 EXT: BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN, WYOMING: CAMP: MORNING: 1963:	Their tent is struck, camp gear piled high: they have packed to leave. JACK is tightening his saddle.  Looks up. ENNIS sits up on a hill, alone. JACK takes his lariat, heads up the hill towards ENNIS. JACK Time to get goin', cowboy. JACK starts horsing around with his lariat rope, pretends he’s trying to heel ENNIS by throwing a loop at his feet—nearly trips him. ENNIS. Hey now, this ain’t no rodeo. JACK retrieves his lariat, but throws anther loop—this time, he gets ENNIS by the foot, pulls ENNIS’S foot out from under him.  He falls. JACK laughs. ENNIS grabs the rope and yanks hard—JACK is pulled towards ENNIS and falls, and they start to wrestle. ENNIS is only half-playing—tense. JACK is not quite fighting, either, but the mood quickly darkens, when ENNIS slips, trying to avoid a hold, and JACK accidentally knees him in the nose.  Blood pours, getting on both of them.  ENNIS jumps to his feet.  JACK immediately gets up, tries to stanch the blood coming from ENNIS'S nose with his own shirt sleeve, and ENNIS reflexively cold-cocks him hard in the jaw, causing JACK to stagger back and fall on his ass. JACK looks up at ENNIS, rubbing his jaw, too stunned to say anything. ENNIS looks down at him, wiping his bloody nose on his denim sleeve, furious and despairing all at once, more emotion stirring in him than he can handle. Staggers off.
6 EXT: RIVERTON, WYOMING: OUTSIDE DEL MAR AFTERNOON: LANDING: LATE AFTERNOON: CONTINUOUS: 1967:	ENNIS has stepped out of his apartment onto a small landing at the top of the back stairs outside, closes the door behind him, as he sees JACK. ENNIS hurries down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Seize each other by the shoulders, hug mightily, squeezing the breath out of each other, saying sonofabitch, sonofabitch. Then ENNIS looks around. Pulls JACK over to a small gangway. Shoves him up against the wall. Then, as easily as the right key turns the lock tumblers, their mouths come together. INT: DEL MAR APARTMANT: RIVERTON: LATE AFTERNOON: CONTINUOUS: 1967: ALMA comes to the door at the top of the second-story landing.  ALMA starts to open it, then looks out:  and ALMA sees ENNIS'S straining shoulders.  She sees them, kissing, JACK'S tilted the other direction, their arms around one another. ALMA quickly and quietly closes the door again. She backs away from the front door a step or two, pale, struggling, trying to take in what she has just witnessed. EXT: OUTSIDE DEL MAR APARTMENT: LANDING: RIVERTON: LATE AFTERNOON: CONTINUOUS: 1967: ENNIS and JACK have pulled back from one another now and come up the back stairs and stand in the little foyer.  ALMA Stands in the kitchen. ENNIS (glad for the dim light) Alma, this is Jack Twist.  Jack, my wife, Alma. JACK Howdy. ALMA (flat voice) ‘lo. ENNIS, his chest heaving, does not turn away from ALMA, but can still smell Jack--the intensely familiar odor of cigarettes, musky sweat, and a faint sweetness like grass, and with it the rushing cold of the mountain. ALMA has seen what she has seen, having aged years in the space of a few moments:  sees her husband's turmoil...and notices JACK'S trembling hands. Baby JENNY cries. JACK (trembles) You got a kid? ENNIS Two little girls: Alma ALMA is Jr., and Jenny. ALMA is stone-faced. JACK (halting, very aware of Alma) I got a boy.  Eight months old.  Smiles lot. I married the prettiest little gal in Childress, Texas.  Lureen. ENNIS is eager to leave. ENNIS  Jack and me is goin’ out and get a drink. Might not get back tonight, we get to drinkin’ and talkin.’ ALMA  Sure enough. JACK Pleased to meet you, ma'am. Takes a dollar from her pocket, meaning to ask him to bring her cigarettes. ALMA  Ennis, if you could pick me up a pack of… ENNIS (already heading down the stairs) Alma, you want smokes there's some in the pocket of my blue shirt in the bedroom.