In Their Own Words: The Tuskegee Airmen Page #6

What?

I wanna know what you think.

You're so smart, you got yourself in here,

you got me talking.

Acting so precocious,

throwing your little ass around,

quoting Shakespeare,

batting your eyelashes.

Why don't you tell me?

I wanna know what you think.

What happens to them?

I...

No, no, no.

You tell me what happens to Rory

and Dora or you can get the hell out.

He's f***ed.

Now go on.

Maybe he can forget,

maybe he can write, create,

but it doesn't matter

because he'll never, ever believe it.

He's robbed himself

of the chance to find out.

Not bad.

Or maybe he can't write, although

he's been able to fool a few people.

Even better.

Maybe his marriage falls apart because for

him and his wife to look at one another

is for them to look at the truth.

Maybe when he goes in public,

he can wear that mask of confidence

and sophistication,

but back when he's alone

late at night, he can't sleep,

because when he closes his eyes

he still sees the face of that old man.

Maybe

he sees his own face,

and the old man

is just a story he made up.

Or maybe he finds himself in his

beautiful New York apartment

overlooking the park, with a girl

who's much too young for him,

and he's telling her what he knows

to be are tired old stories.

Because for some reason she believes

that he has something to give her.

You're very talented, Daniella.

But at some point, you have to choose

between life and fiction.

The two are very close,

but they never actually touch.

They're two very,

very different things.

What?

What's wrong?

You don't want me?

No, no, no.

Look, it's not like you're corrupting

anything here.

I want this. I want you.

I...

You should leave.

Is that what you really want...

Clay?

What do you really want?

I'm sorry.

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