If you can't fix it, Jack, you gotta stand it.

四年后重逢，回到断背山上——

EXT. WYOMING CAMPSITE: NIGHT: 1967

Fire dying down, dinner done, ENNIS and JACK seemingly back in their old routine.

ENNIS lies back, looks up.

JACK: Anything interesting up there in heaven?

ENNIS: I was just sending up a prayer of thanks.

JACK: For what?

ENNIS: For you forgettin' to bring that harmonica. I'm enjoyin' the peace and quiet.

JACK: You know, it could be this way. Just like this, always.

ENNIS looks at JACK, sits up.

ENNIS: Yeah? How you figure that?

A beat ... JACK takes a deep breath.

JACK (earnest): What if you and me had a little ranch together somewhere, little cow-and-calf operation, it'd be some sweet life....

ENNIS (tense now): Told you, ain't goin' to be that way.

JACK looks striken.

.......

ENNIS : There was these two old guys ranched together down home, EArl and Rich. They was a joke in town, even though they was pretty tough old birds. They found Earl dead in a irrigation ditch. They'd took a tire iron to him, spurred him up, drug him around by his dick till it pulled off...

WE SEE the YOUNG ENNIS looking down at the body -- as his eyes widen, WE SEE the horror wash over his nine-year-old face...

CUT BACK: present

JACK: You seen that?

ENNIS (flat): I was what, nine years old? My daddy, he made sure me and my brother seen it. Hell, for all I know, he done the job. (Pause)Two guys living together? No way. We can get together once in a hile way the hell out in the back of nowhere, but...

JACK can hardly believe what he's hearing now ... feels as if he's in free-fall.

JACK (voice shakes): Once in a while... ever four fuckin' years?!

ENNIS looks at him.

ENNIS: If you can't fix it, Jack... you gotta stand it.

JACK: For how long?

ENNIS: Long as we can ride it.