In the 2003 screenplay, Jack restrains himself from threatening to send L.D.'s ass into the next week ... and exits the Phillip's house instead:
110 INT: PHILLIPS HOUSE: THANKSGIVING: DAY:
The PHILLIPS home. Wall-to-wall carpeting, stiff, uncomfortable furniture. Many photos of LUREEN winning barrel-racing trophies. One of JACK, the one taken in the arena the day they met.
JACK, LUREEN, BOBBY, age eight, LUREEN'S long-suffering MOTHER and L.D. PHILLIPS, JACK'S prick of a father-in-law.
The table is set for a full Thanksgiving dinner, huge turkey and ail the trimmings. As everyone shuffles into their places at the table, WE HEAR HOWARD COSELL'S VOICE in the background coming from the TV, commenting on the game plan of the Dallas Cowboys.
JACK is at the head of the table and has just reached for the carving tools, when L.D., older but no kinder, takes them right out of his hands, almost as he did the baby.
L.D. PHILLIPS
Whoa, now, Rodeo...the stud duck does the carving around here.
JACK, having been through this kind of scene many times before, tries nonetheless to be gracious.
JACK
You bet, L.D just thought I'd save you the trouble.
BOBBY is riveted to the television set.
LUREEN notices.
LUREEN
Bobby, if you don't eat your dinner,
I'm gonna have to turn off that television-
BOBBY
Why, Mama? I'm gonna be eatin' this food for the next two weeks.
LUREEN flashes a look at JACK, who then gets up from the table, turns off the television, sits back down.
BOBBY slumps back in his chair, pouts.
JACK
You heard your mama. You can eat your dinner.
Then you can watch the game.
L.D. PHILLIPS sets down the carving tools. Goes to the TV, turns it back on
LUREEN
Daddy
L.D. PHILLIPS
(picks up the carving tools)
Hell, we don't eat with our eyes. Nothin' wrong with
the boy watchin' America's team.
(direct look at Jack)
Boys should watch football.
JACK
(stands up - barely maintains his composure)
Not until he finishes the meal his mama spent three hours fixin'.
Walks to the TV, turns it off. Returns to his seat.
LUREEN, BOBBY and LUREEN'S MOTHER are all startled: JACK has never stood up to L.D. like this before. They watch, silent. Now L.D. PHILLIPS stands again, goes to the TV again, turns it back on. Returns to the dinner table.
L.D. PHILLIPS
(stares hard at Jack, again)
Hell, it's the fourth quarter, game'll be over 'fore we're through dinner.
Now JACK flashes a look at LUREEN, who does nothing. He gets up from the table, grabs his hat and coat from the coat rack by the front door. JACK Leaves.
L.D. PHILLIPS
(looks after Jack)
Where the hell's he goin'?
(looks back at his family)
A fine pass, family can't even get through Thanksgiving dinner....
LUREEN
(annoyed with her husband and her father)
Oh, Daddy
She gets up from the table, lights a cigarette, pops down in front of the television herself.
L.D. PHILLIPS
(to his wife)
Boys should watch football — right, Mother?
(to Lureen)
You want your son to grow up to be a man, don't you?
LUREEN ignores him, smokes.
L.D. PHILLIPS
(cont'd, won't leave it alone)
Don't you?
[Feb 2003 screenplay]
=reply= Clarissa
I like the part of The Rules that says "and so forth."
Our authoress is not included in the rules, but neither she nor her writing style is specifically excluded.
Our posts now have more degrees of separation from the movie than the earlier posts, since we have delved further into the story. Brokeback Mountain, unlike Ennis, is no island.