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Is there anything interesting
up there in Heaven?
I was just sending up
a prayer of thanks.
For what?
For you forgettin' to bring that harmonica!
I'm enjoyin' the peace and quiet.
You know, it could be like this,
just like this, always.
Yeah? How'd you figure that?
What about if you and me had
a little ranch, somewhere?
Little cow and calf operation?
It would be a sweet life.
Hell, Lureen's old man, you bet he'd
give me a down payment to get lost.
He more or less already said it.
No, I
I told you, it ain't gonna be that way.
Well, you got your wife and baby in Texas.
You know, I got my life in Riverton.
That so?
You and Alma, that's a life?
You shut up about Alma,
this ain't her fault.
The bottom line is
We're around each other and
this thing grabs hold of us again
...in the wrong place...
...in the wrong time...
...we're dead.
I tell you
There were these two old guys
ranched up together, down home.
Earl and Ritch.
And they was the joke of town,
even though they were pretty tough old birds.
Anyway, they found Earl dead
in an irrigation ditch.
They took a tire iron to him.
Spurred him up, drug him around by his
dick till it pulled off.
You seen this?
Yeah, I was about 9 years old.
My daddy, he made sure me and
my brother seen it.
Hell, for all I know,
he done the job.
Two guys livin' together?
No way.
We can get together once in a while.
Way the hell out in the middle of nowhere, but...
Once in a while?
Every 4 fuckin' years?
If you can't fix it, Jack,
you gotta stand it.
For how long?
As long as we can ride it.
There ain't no reins on this one.
It's nearly supper time, where in the hell
do you think you're goin?
To work.
- Hell, I thought you got the day off.
- Well you thought wrong.
- The girls need to be fed.
- Well you take care of it.
Alma!
- Supper is on the stove!
- No-one's eatin' unless you're servin' it.
I already promised I'd take the extra shift.
Fuckin' tell 'em you made a mistake, then.
Goddamit, Alma!
Alma!
- You girls need a push or somethin'?
- No.This is the hard part, gentlemen.
You're not gonna get that with your Caddy.
I told yous you could do it,
now I'm gonna show you.
- Say, ain't that piss-ant used to ridin' bulls?
- He used to try!
Ennis, see you in a couple weeks,
fish should be jumpin'. Jack.
Honey...
Have you seen my blue Parka?
Um, last time I seen it you was in it.
Day we had that big ice storm.
Well, coulda sworn I seen it here.
You know, you been goin' up to Wyoming
all these years
Why can't your buddy come down here
to Texas and fish?
'Cause the Big Horn Mountains ain't in Texas.
And I don't think his pick-up could
make it down here anyway.
A new model comin' in this week, remember?
You the best combine salesman we got.
You're the only combine salesman, in fact.
Yeah, well, I'll be back in a week.
That is unless I freeze to death.
And I'll freeze if I don't find that Parka!
Well, I don't have the Goddam Parka!
You know you're worse than Bobby
when it comes to losin' stuff.
Speakin' of Bobby, did you call
his school about gettin' him a tutor?
- I thought you were gonna call.
- I complain too much.
The teacher don't like me.
Now it's your turn.
Ok, fine, so I'll call later.
All right, fine.
Bye.
- I got 14 hours of drivin' ahead of me.
- See now, it don't seem fair.
You goin' up there two or three times a year
him never comin' down here
Ennis, they got an openin' at the power
company, might be good pay.
Well, if they're as clumsy as I am,
probably get electrocuted.
Hey daddy! The church picnic's next weekend.
Will you be back from fishin'
by next weekend?
Please, daddy, please!
All right, as long as
I don't have to sing.
You forgettin' somethin'?
You're late!
Here we go. No hands!
Come on... Come on...
It's Saturday night. You know we could still
smarten up and head on over to the church social.
That fire and brimstone crap?
I think it'd be nice.
Ennis, as far behind as we are in the bills,
makes me nervous not to take no precaution.
If you don't want no more of my kids
I'd be happy to leave you alone.
I'd have 'em, if you'd support 'em.
Custody of the two minor children, Alma Del Mar Jr.
and Jennifer Del Mar is awarded to plaintiff.
Defendant is ordered to pay child support
to plaintiff in the sum of $125
per month, for each of the minor children
until they reach the age of 18 years.
Del Mar divorce granted,
this 6th day of November, 1975.
ENTERING WYOMING
What are you doin' here, huh?
Got your message about the divorce.
Come here.
This here's Jack, Jack these are my little girls.
This here's Alma Jr. and Jenny.
Hey.
- Say hi, girls.
- Hi.
I got your card the divorce came through.
So, here I am.
I had to ask about 10 different people
in Riverton where you'd moved to.
I guess, I thought that this means you...
No... Jack, I...
I don't know what to say.
See, I got the girls this weekend, and...
I'm sure as hell sorry.
You know I am.
See, I only get 'em once and month and I missed
last month, so I just because of the round up...
- So, uh well,...
- Yeah, all right.
- Jack
- Well, I'll see you next month, then.
Here we go.
Here we are!
Hold up there, Rodeo.
Stud duck do the carvin' around here.
You bet, LD, I was just
savin' you the trouble.
Bobby, if you don't eat your dinner
I'm gonna have to turn off that television.
Why mama? I'm gonna be eating
this food for the next two weeks.
Hey, you heard your mama.
You can finish your meal,
and then you can watch the game.
Daddy...
Daddy!
Hell, we don't eat with our eyes!
You want the boy to grow up
to be a man, don't you, Dolly?
Boys should watch football.
Like Hell. He's gonna finishe eatin' a meal
that his mama too three hours fixin'.
You sit down,
you old son-of-a-bitch!
This is my house, this is my child
and you are my guest.
Now you sit down before I knock
your ignorant ass into next week.
Daddy, tell about when
you rode broncs in the rodeo.
Well, that's a short story honey,
it was only about 3 seconds I was on that bronc.
Next thing I knew,
I was flyin' through the air.
Only I was no angel
like you and Jenny, here.
I didn't have no wings.
And that's the story of my saddle bronc career.
There you go.
You oughta get married again, Ennis.
Me and the girls worry about you
bein' alone so much.
Hm Well, once burned
You still go fishin' with Jack Twist?
Not often.
I used to wonder how come
you never brought any trouts home.
You always said you caught plenty,
and you know how me and the girls like fish.
So one night I got your crail case open,
night before you went on one of your little trips.
Price tag still on after five years.
And I tied a note to the end of the line.
It said, ¨Hello Ennis. Bring some
fish home. Love Alma."
And then you come back, lookin' all perky.
Said you caught a bunch of brown ones
and you ate 'em all up.
D'you remember?
I looked in that case first chance I got
and there's my note still tied there.
That line hadn't touched water in its life.
It don't mean nothin', Alma.
Don't try and fool me no more, Ennis.
I know what it means.
Jack Twist?
Jack Nasty.
You didn't go up there to fish, you
Now you listen to me.
You don't know nothin' about it.
I'm gonna yell for Monroe.
You tell him, I'll make you eat the fuckin' floor.
- Get out!
Get out of my house!
Daddy!
Alma!
Bye, Daddy.
Bye!.
Hey asshole, watch where you're goin'!
You stupid fucker!
Goddam
... what I'm sayin' is, if the tax don't get you,
the inflation will eat it all up.
If you'd see Lureen, punchin'
numbers in her addin' machine.
She's gonna crack the zeros.
Her eyes gettin' smaller and smaller.
Like watchin' a rabbit tryin' to squeeze
into a snakehole with a coyote on its tail.
That's some high-class entertainment
if you ask me.
For what it's worth.
You and Lureen, it's normal an' all?
Sure.
She don't ever suspect?
You ever get the feelin'...
...I don't know...
when you're in town and someone looks at ya?
Suspicious?
Like he knows.
And then you go out on the pavement and
everyone's lookin' at ya like they all know, too?
Maybe you oughta get out of there, you know?
Find yourself some place different,
maybe Texas.
Texas? Sure, and maybe you can convince Alma
to let you and Lureen adopt the girls.
And we can just live together,
herdin' sheep.
And it'll rain money from LD Newsome, and
whisky'll flow in the stream, Jack, that's real smart.
Oh hell. You wanna live your miserable fuckin'
life, go right ahead
- I was just thinkin' out loud.
- Yeah, you're a real thinker, there.
Goddam. Jack fuckin' Twist.
Got it all figured out, ain't ya?
Just finished my shift.
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