James Dean2001

Winton Dean:
Beautiful view.

James Dean:
This is uh, where my house is gonna be. And I own that land over there, too.

Winton Dean:
Nice car.

James Dean:
Yeah, it's aluminum. They only made 30.

Winton Dean:
Must have cost a lot.

James Dean:
Well, I got a lot.

Winton Dean:
Yeah, this town is yours, isn't it?

James Dean:
I'm doing pretty good. You like LA, father?

Winton Dean:
Do I like LA? Hm. Well, I'll tell you something, young man, if I could find the edge of this town, I'd leave it. But you're the edge of this town now. And you are everywhere.

James Dean:
Why'd you do it, father? Why - Why'd you send me away? Why didn't you come to mother's funeral? [short pause] Just talk to me.

Winton Dean:
Yes, but I don't have to talk to you.

James Dean:
You're my father.

Winton Dean:
No, I'm not. I'm not your father, and your mother told me that. Yeah. Your mother, my wife, told me that I'm not- Well, I might not be your dad. Told me just before she died. She wanted to set things straight, I guess. See, when she was eighteen years old, she started seeing this other guy. He was married with kids and... she couldn't break it off, I guess. A couple of weeks after we were married, she found out that she's pregnant with you. And not knowing, I was the happiest man alive... for about nine years. But then, she just had to tell me the truth. And I just couldn't live with that. Yeah, you know, your mother was brave. Telling me the truth like she did. And I was... too prideful. I couldn't find the damn courage to forgive her. And so I got cheated out of my wife, and I cheated myself, out of having you as my son. And I'm proud of you, Jim. And I'm sorry that I acted so bad to you all these years.

[James stands, embraces his father]