((SCENE CHANGE: MORNING))
YOUNG JACK:
((heads into camp on the LOW STARTLE POINT HORSE, a twangy musical number rearing up from the orchestra))
((dismounts the HORSE who is already dancing in time with the music))
Now I know it pays the bills, this business with the sheep.
But in all honesty, It's makin' me lose sleep.
It takes me an hour to get there, I've got to complain.
But sometimes two or more dependin' on the rain.
If you've never worked with sheep, I'll explain a little.
There're sheep that pee, and sheep that fling their spittle.
And by all the forces and powers o' hell.
You don't want to be around that smell.
The puptent, now that's the worst,
Smells like a cat bladder has burst.
((Sets down in camp next to Ennis, who is already frying bananas at the campfire.))
**All in all, it ain't fair.
I'd rather be here.
Down with Ennis in this homey campsite.
Not once in the mornin' and once in the night.
But how do I dare to bring up such a thing.
They say it ain't right. They say it's a sin.
But still I'd much rather... ((his voice fades off and he shrugs))
All in all, it ain't fair.**
((Takes a swig from YOUNG WHISKEY BOTTLE))
That Aguirre's right crude with his business.
He treats everyone like they are his.
But the thing that irks everyone is this:
He usually don't give a rat's piss.
All in a-a-alll, it ain't fai-ai-air.