In Their Own Words: The Tuskegee Airmen

The Words,

by me.

Part one.

"The old man stood in the rain.

He watched as Rory and Dora Jansen

made their way to the limo.

Somehow it seemed as if

the raindrops missed them."

Thank you.

Good night.

No, no, tell Mom not to worry.

Look, we just want her to feel better, okay?

All right?

Yeah. No, no. She brought her camera.

They're gonna take a lot of pictures.

There's a lot of photographers there.

It's an event, Dad.

Okay, all right, we got... Yes, yes.

We love you too.

Love you, Chuckles.

Bye.

My parents are very excited.

And they love you very much.

Are you excited?

Yeah, sure, it's a big night, right?

It's a big honor.

Baby, it's... You're just nervous.

It's normal.

I'm just a little overwhelmed,

you know?

I didn't expect any of this.

Where are you?

It was supposed to be a little book,

you know?

I know.

So nice that you could make time

for our little award.

We know you're busy.

The pleasure's all ours.

No. Come now. Your book is fabulous.

But, of course, you know that.

You've read all the reviews.

Ha, ha, ha!

The Window Tears has introduced

us to the one of the most exciting

and sensitive young writers

to appear on the literary horizon

in a very long time.

We are privileged

to have with us here tonight

the winner of this year's American

Fellowship of Arts and Letters Award,

Mr. Rory Jansen.

Thank you.

I simply tried to set down

the truth as I imagined it.

The story of one man,

his wife and child.

I never thought a little book like this

would affect so many different people.

I only wish I had an idea

for my second book.

I don't want to take up

any more of your time.

I'll just end by saying

that the honor this evening

is truly all mine. Thank you.

Rory Jansen had everything

he had ever dreamed of.

But somewhere, the old man was waiting.

And he would change everything.

"Right after college,

they moved to Brooklyn.

They found a first floor loft

in an old factory.

It was five years before the book

and the awards,

but Rory already knew what his life

was supposed to look like."

So straight back there.

That's it.

Keep going?

Like two more feet.

Okay, here?

Yeah.

Let it go.

Just let go?

He loved her.

Dora?

He loved New York.

You're gonna drop me.

He loved fighting to make the rent.

Fighting to make his art.

Living like all the great writers

he had idolized.

Okay, I think we should

put pictures up there.

And I think your desk is fine

where it's at over there.

And I think we should paint

the bathroom pink.

Never.

"A young, struggling writer,

fighting to make his voice heard.

He liked cheap bottles of wine.

- How much is it?

- It's 20 dollars.

And nothing to do with his days

but wander the streets.

It matches my eyes.

What do you want me to do?

But at night,

when the rest of the city slept,

he wrote."

Thanks, babe.

Just doing a final pass. Ahem.

And then what?

And then I'm gonna head into an agent

that Professor Waller recommended.

And then what?

And then we're gonna celebrate.

But we don't have any money.

Then we're gonna celebrate.

Just gotta finish this.

Babe.

Babe.

Babe. Come on, I gotta finish this.

Okay, I gotta finish this.

Fine.

But you're missing out.

Finished.

Well, if he doesn't want to

do it, he doesn't want to do it.

Listen, I said I'll try.

What do you mean?

Of course that's my word.

I gotta know by Wednesday,

that's when I place the orders.

I'll call you back. Goodbye.

Working hard?

All I do is put out fires.

It never stops.

Listen, I know you're busy, so, uh,

I'm gonna come at you straight, okay?

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