[on the set of Giant in Marfa, Texas] [voice over]

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.

[shocked]

What?

He says he's done for the day.

[short pause]

Come on, I'll take care of it.

[approaches Dean who is seated in his actors chair outside his trailer]

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 know, you keep me waiting hours preparing for some scene. You never even get around to shooting. So I ain't working today. And you do it again, I'm gonna take two days, and then three. [goes back to his trailer]

All right. [to his assistant] Put Dean's clothes on his stand-in, we're shooting without him.

[angered by the sound of this, Dean shuts his trailer door, throws down his fedora hat, and in an emotional rage begins charging towards Stevens, attempting to get into a fight with him while two crew members are holding Dean back]

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 bitch! Come on, old man! Come on!

[Stevens and his assistant look at each other]

I guess that's a wrap for today. [they both walk away]