Beautiful view.

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

Nice car.

Yeah, it's aluminum. They only made 30.

Must have cost a lot.

Well, I got a lot.

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

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

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.

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.

Yes, 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. 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]