Fences Page #3
troy:
How in hell they done changed?rose:
They got lots of colored boys playing ball now.Baseball and football.
bono:
You right about that, Rose. Times have changed,Troy. You just come along too early.
troy:
There ought not never have been no time calledtoo early! Now you take that fellow . . . what’s
that fellow they had playing right field for the
Yankees back then? You know who I’m talking about,
Bono. Used to play right field for the Yankees.
rose:
Selkirk?troy:
Selkirk! That’s it! Man batting .269, understand?.269. What kind of sense that make? I was
hitting .432 with thirty-seven home runs! Man
batting .269 and playing right field for the Yankees!
I saw Josh Gibson’s daughter yesterday. She
walking around with raggedy shoes on her feet.
Now I bet you Selkirk’s daughter ain’t walking
around with raggedy shoes on her feet! I bet you
that!
rose:
They got a lot of colored baseball players now.Jackie Robinson was the first. Folks had to wait
for Jackie Robinson.
They got a lot of colored baseball players now.
Jackie Robinson was the first. Folks had to wait
for Jackie Robinson.
troy:
I done seen a hundred n*ggers play baseball betterthan Jackie Robinson. Hell, I know some teams
Jackie Robinson couldn’t even make! What you
talking about Jackie Robinson. Jackie Robinson
wasn’t nobody. I’m talking about if you could
play ball then they ought to have let you play.
Don’t care what color you were. Come telling me I
come along too early. If you could play . . .
then they ought to have let you play.
Troy takes a long drink.
rose:
You gonna drink yourself to death. You don’tneed to be drinking like that.
troy:
Death ain’t nothing. I done seen him. Donewrassled with him. You can’t tell me nothing
about death. Death ain’t nothing but a fastball
on the outside corner. And you know what I’ll do
to that! Lookee here, Bono . . . am I lying?
Handing Bono the bottle, Troy picks up
the bat and takes a gentle whack at
the tethered ball. He assumes a
batter’s stance.
troy:
You get one of them fastballs, about waist high,over the outside corner of the plate where you
can get the meat of the bat on it . . .
(he swings, smacking the ball hard:)
And good God!
The ball flies in fast circles around the
tree limb. Troy looks up into the sky.
troy:
You can kiss it good-bye. Now, am I lying?bono:
Naw, you telling the truth there. I seen you doit.
troy:
If I’m lying . . . that 450 feet worth of lying!That’s all death is to me. A fastball on the outside
corner.
rose:
I don’t know why you want to get on talkingabout death.
troy:
Ain’t nothing wrong with talking about death.That’s part of life. Everybody gonna die. You
gonna die, I’m gonna die. Bono’s gonna die. Hell,
we all gonna die.
rose:
But you ain’t got to talk about it. I don’t liketo talk about it.
troy:
You the one brought it up. Me and Bono wastalking about baseball . . . you tell me I’m
gonna drink myself to death. Ain’t that right,
Bono? You know I don’t drink this but one night
out of the week. That’s Friday night. I’m gonna
drink just enough to where I can handle it. Then
I cuts it loose. I leave it alone. So don’t you
worry about me drinking myself to death. ’Cause I
ain’t worried about Death. I done seen him. I
done wrestled with him.
Rose could recite this story herself.
troy:
Look here, Bono . . . I looked up one day andDeath was marching straight at me. Like Soldiers
on Parade! The Army of Death was marching straight
at me. The middle of July, 1941. It got real cold
just like it be winter. It seem like Death himLook here, Bono . . . I looked up one day and
Death was marching straight at me. Like Soldiers
on Parade! The Army of Death was marching straight
at me. The middle of July, 1941. It got real cold
just like it be winter. It seem like Death himself
reached out and touched me on the shoulder.
He touch me just like I touch you. I got cold as
ice and Death standing there grinning at me.
rose:
Troy, why don’t you hush that talk.troy:
I say . . . “What you want, Mr. Death? You bewanting me? You done brought your army to be getting
me?” I looked him dead in the eye. I wasn’t
fearing nothing. I was ready to tangle. Just like
I’m ready to tangle now. The bible say be ever
vigilant. That’s why I don’t get but so drunk. I
got to keep watch.
rose (to bono):
Troy was right down there in Mercy Hospital.You remember he had pneumonia? Laying
there with a fever talking plumb out of his head.
troy:
Death standing there staring at me . . . carryingthat sickle in his hand. Finally he say, “You want
bound over for another year?” See, just like
that . . . “You want bound over for another year?”
I told him, “Bound over hell! Let’s settle this
now!” It seem like he kinda fell back when I said
that, and all the cold went out of me. I reached
down and grabbed that sickle and threw it just as
far as I could throw it . . . and me and him commenced
to wrestling. We wrestled for three days and
three nights. I can’t say where I found the strength
from. Every time it seemed like he was gonna get
the best of me, I’d reach way down deep inside myself
and find the strength to do him one better.
rose:
Every time Troy tell that story he find differentways to tell it. Different things to make up
about it.
troy:
I ain’t making up nothing. I’m telling you thefacts of what happened. I wrestled with Death for
three days and three nights and I’m standing here
to tell you about it . . . All right. At the end
of the third night we done weakened each other to
where we can’t hardly move. Death stood up,
throwed on his robe . . . had him a white robe
with a hood on it.
Troy mimics a Klansman’s hood. Bono laughs at
this; Rose does the same in spite of herself.
troy:
He throwed on that robe and went off to look forhis sickle. Say, “I’ll be back.” Just like that.
“I’ll be back.” I told him say, “Yeah, but . . .
you gonna have to find me!” I wasn’t no fool. I
wasn’t going looking for him. Death ain’t nothing
to play with.
INT. FRONT ROOM—AFTERNOON
Lyons, 34, enters from the street,
guitar case in hand. He is troy’s son
from a previous marriage. Although he
fancies himself a musician, he is more
caught up in the rituals and “idea” of
being a musician than in the actual
practice of the music. He hears troy’s
voice and heads to the back door,
where he stands, listening.
troy (o.s.):
And I know he’s gonna get me. I know Igot to join his army . . . his camp followers.
But as long as I keep my strength and see him
coming . . . as long as I keep up my vigilance
. . . he’s gonna have to fight to get me. I
ain’t going easy.
bono:
Well, look here, since you got to keep up yourvigilance . . . let me have the bottle.
troy:
Aw hell, I shouldn’t have told you that part. Ishould have left out that part.
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