James Dean Page #2

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if you'd given me something...

...like your brother's given me.

Something honest and human and good.

Oh, don't be angry, son.

If you want to give me a present,

give me a good life.

That's something I could value.

Cal.

Cal, I-

Cal!

Cut!

Print that one, please.

Gets no better than that.

Did you see that?

I did. It was brilliant.

Thank you, Raymond.

Okay, that's it.

Let's print three and four.

"O the raggedy man

He works for Pa

And he's the goodest man you ever saw

He comes to our house every day

Waters the horses and feeds them hay

And he opens the shed

And we just all laugh

When he just drives out

Our little wobbly calf"

What is he saying?

It's a poem, Daddy.

He's memorized three entire verses...

...of James Whitcomb Riley's

"Raggedy Man. "

I am trying to read my paper.

It's a lovely poem, Win.

Fine, you two take the front room.

It's not you, honey.

Daddy's upset with me.

Now, he loves you.

Come on, come here.

It's not your fault, Jimmy.

- It was a long time ago.

- I need a place by myself.

- But I'll be lonely.

- A place where I'm being respected.

Please don't leave me, Win. Please!

You asleep, Jimmy?

No.

- Jimmy, I have to go away for a while.

- Where, Mama?

I have to go to the hospital.

Why?

Because I'm not well.

The doctors, they need to...

They need to do some things

to make me get better.

Can I go with you?

I wish you could.

Who's gonna get me up for school?

Who's staying with me?

Daddy.

Daddy doesn't like me anymore.

No, of course he does.

He loves you.

He won't hug me.

Listen, Daddy's not mad at you, Jimmy.

Just keep showing Daddy

your love and he'll love you back.

It's not Daddy's fault, Jimmy.

Now go to sleep.

I love you.

I was nine years old

when my mother died.

My grandmother Emma

came out to Los Angeles...

...to bring my mother's body

back to Indiana for the funeral.

I think it would be better

if you came with us now-

I can't do that, Mother.

- The boy is so upset.

- I can't leave work just now.

I really can't.

I'll be there at the funeral.

All aboard!

Take good care of your grandma, Jim.

Winton, you shouldn't

take this out on the boy.

Now, for God's sake, give him a kiss.

Say something encouraging.

I'll be coming out to Indiana

in a couple of days, Jim.

All aboard!

You gotta go, Jim.

All aboard, please.

Jimmy?

Jimmy.

No, thanks, Grandma.

I'll go sit with her.

I'm right here with you...

...so don't worry about nothing, okay?

Can you hear me?

Mama, can you hear me?

My father never came

to my mother's funeral.

In fact, he never came

to Indiana at all.

I moved in with my Aunt Hortense

and Uncle Marcus.

Son, you can't stay here.

You almost got me

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