James Dean Page #6

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I don't care about reviews

or about grosses.

There's gonna be no more crap

like you pulled on me in New York.

Shut up!

Bernie Plotkin gave me this.

"Question:

Are you a homosexual, Mr. Dean?

Answer:
No, I'm not a homosexual...

...but I won't go through life

with one hand tied behind my back. "

Did you say that?

You said that to a fan magazine?

It's true.

"It's true. " What are you,

a crazy person?

You think homosexuals

sell tickets to teenagers?

I don't want you saying

any more crazy things to magazines.

You say,

because I'm making you a star...

...you say, "Thank you, Mr. Warner.

Thank you. "

You sided with Pier's mother against me.

You should kiss my ass for that.

You'd be miserable with Pier Angeli.

Her mother would cut your balls off

and plant them on Mussolini's grave.

Let me tell you something.

Pier Angeli's gone.

She is really gone.

She's married. Forget her!

You got such a wonderful talent...

...and a wonderful career

ahead of you.

You should learn to trust me.

You're like a son to me.

What's funny?

You just gotta trust me too.

Of course I trust you.

Oh, you gonna light my cigar?

Smells good, huh?

You want to try it?

All right, everybody, he's coming.

Roll sound!

76, take one.

Shh! We're rolling!

All right, Jimmy.

Stop! You're killing him!

You want to kill your own father?

And cut!

Jimmy.

Jimmy, it's over. It's over, Jimmy!

How you doing, son?

It's got 200 horsepower...

...1300cc engine.

Right here, dual Solex carbs.

Whole body's made of aluminum

so it weighs about 1100 pounds.

- Watch it, man.

- Oh, sorry.

You know that

car racing is for idiots.

Well, you're working for me.

And I say no racing cars.

You find that funny, huh?

We're signing a deal that

will pay you a million dollars.

And for a million dollars,

I'm telling you, no more racing cars.

- While I'm shooting.

- I beg your pardon?

When I'm not shooting,

I'm on my own, Jack.

If you don't like that,

you can take your million bucks-

You're gonna say something

you're gonna regret.

Smile, Jack.

Why?

Get rid of it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

could I have your attention please?

Please gather round.

Everybody, come on in.

We're here today to celebrate

a great new Warner's movie star...

...James Dean.

Jimmy, come on up.

James Dean, who drives me crazy...

...and a million-dollar contract

which proves me crazy.

When the cork pops, the deal is done.

All right, but no deal

unless I get the cork out.

Right. Watch out,

everybody, you know he's crazy.

Oh, you're crazy.

You are nuts.

Oh, you sweetheart.

I love you and I hate you.

I hate you and I hate you.

When I started shooting Giant...

...nothing went right between

the director, George Stevens, and me.

Maybe it was because I missed Pier.

Or maybe it was because

Stevens reminded me of my father.

Where the hell is he?

I'm sorry, Mr. Stevens,

but he won't come to the set.

He said you kept him

waiting too long between takes.

- What?

- He says he's done for the day.

Come on, we'll take care of it.

Jim, we're ready to shoot.

Not me.

Not today.

Come on, son, let's go.

The well's rigged, we're losing the light.

Let's get out on the set.

You keep me waiting hours

preparing for a scene...

...you never get around to shooting.

I ain't working today.

And you do it again, I'm gonna

take two days. And then three.

All right. Put Dean's clothes on

his stand-in. We'll shoot it without him.

Come on!

Come on!

You can push that mug Rock Hudson

around, but not me!

You don't know what acting is,

you stupid son of a b*tch!

Come on, old man!

I guess that's a wrap for today.

Is that you?

- I need to talk to you.

- Ethel's waiting for me.

Why don't you let her wait?

Hold on, young man.

Don't take that attitude with me.

- I need to talk to you!

- I don't have to talk to you-

Everybody thinks I'm great except you!

- Fine, listen to them.

- Don't you read the papers?

I'm in the papers! Everybody wants

to meet me except you. Why?

- every stupid mistake

you've ever made.

Shut up! Listen to me!

Why don't you talk to me?

You're my father!

- Please!

- I deserve some damn respect.

Dad, I was 9 years old!

9 years old! Now open

your mouth and talk to me!

You talk to me! Dad, please. Please!

- Hey, Winton.

- Talk to me, please!

What's going on here?

This is my father.

Now get in your house!

- Is this your son?

- Yeah, this is my boy.

- You two all right?

- We'll be fine. We'll be fine.

Winton, you shouldn't be fighting

with him out here in public.

I understand.

Now, where do you want to go?

We gotta go somewhere else.

- Okay?

- All right.

Beautiful view.

This is where my house is gonna be.

And I own that land over there too.

Nice car.

Yeah, it's aluminum.

They only made 30.

That must have cost a lot.

I got a lot.

Yeah, this town is yours, isn't it?

I'm doing pretty good.

You like L.A., Father?

Do I like L.A.?

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.

Why'd you do it, Father? Why-

Why'd you send me away?

Why didn't you come

to Mother's funeral?

- Just talk to me.

- But I don't have to talk to you.

You're my father.

No, I'm not. I'm not your father.

And your mother told me that.

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.

When she was 18,

she started seeing this other guy.

He was married with kids...

...and she just couldn't

break it off, I guess.

A couple of weeks

after we were married...

...she found out that

she was 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.

Mr. Stevens?

Ready to go to work, sir.

Good, son.

Good.

Ready? Let's go!

Let's go for picture, everybody!

Now, that's picture.

Here we go. Make it happen.

Effects, ready?

Ready!

Sound, ready?

Ready!

- Camera, ready?

- Ready!

Let's roll!

Speed!

Scene 253, take one!

And action!

Blow!

Looks good.

Weird thing to name a car, man.

I don't know.

Maybe.

My mechanic, Rolf Wutherich,

and I decided...

...to drive my car

to a race in Salinas.

It was a beautiful, clear day.

The road seemed almost deserted.

You got it.

See that piece on you

in the L.A. Times?

No, why? I get hammered?

Opposite. They said you're gonna get

bigger than Brando and Clift together.

Can you believe it?

Watch that Ford.

He's turning left.

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