Ennis presses his face into the fabric and breathes in slowly through his mouth, hoping for the faintest smoke and mountain sage and salty sweet stink of Jack. But there is no real scent, only the memory of it, which we see, zoom — an image of the mountain, superimposed - the imagined power of Brokeback Mountain, of which nothing is left but what he now holds in his trembling hands. [screenplay, slightly modified from Annie Proulx]