Fences Page #7
troy:
How many times you gonna tell me that, Gabe?gabriel:
Ain’t got my name in the book. Don’t have tohave my name. I done died and went to Heaven. He
got your name though. One morning Saint Peter was
looking at his book . . . marking it up for the
Judgment . . . and he let me see your name. Got it
in there under M. Got Rose’s name . . . I ain’t
seen it like I seen yours . . . but I know it’s in
there. He got a great big book. Got everybody’s
name what was ever been born. That’s what he told
me. But I seen your name. Seen it with my own eyes.
troy:
Go on in the house there. Rose going to fix yousomething to eat.
gabriel:
Oh, I ain’t hungry. I done had breakfast withAunt Jemimah. She come by and cooked me up a whole
mess of flapjacks. Remember how we used to eat
them flapjacks?
troy:
Go on in the house and get you something to eatnow.
gabriel:
I got to go sell my plums. I done sold sometomatoes. Got me two quarters. Wanna see?
He shows his quarters to Troy, then
pockets them.
gabriel:
I’m gonna save them and buy me a new horn soSaint Peter can hear me when it’s time to open the
Gates.
(turning with a sudden violence)
Hear that? Hear that? That’s the hellhounds. I
got to chase them out of here. Go on get out of
here! Get out!
(singing softly)
Well, all you hypocrite members,
You wasting your time away.
My God’s calling for workmens
And you had better obey.
(louder)
Better get ready for judgment!
neighborhood kids give chase. Troy
starts after him, then stops, looking
at the old ladies, watching. He goes
into the house.
INT. THE KITCHEN—MORNING
Troy comes into the kitchen. Rose,
apron on, is making biscuit batter.
rose:
Where’s Gabe?troy:
He gone off somewhere.rose:
He ain’t eating right. Miss Pearl say she can’tget him to eat nothing.
troy:
What you want me to do about it, Rose? I donedid everything I can for the man. I can’t make him
get well. Man got half his head blown away . . .
what you expect?
Troy pours himself a second cup of
coffee.
rose:
Seem like something ought to be done to help him.troy:
Man don’t bother nobody. He just mixed up fromthat metal plate he got in his head. Ain’t no
sense for him to go back into the hospital.
rose:
Least he be eating right. They can help him takecare of himself.
troy:
Don’t nobody wanna be locked up, Rose. What youwanna lock him up for? Man go over there and fight
the war . . . messin’ around with them Japs, get
half his head blown off . . . and they give him a
lousy three thousand dollars. And I had to swoop
down on that.
Don’t nobody wanna be locked up, Rose. What you
wanna lock him up for? Man go over there and fight
the war . . . messin’ around with them Japs, get
half his head blown off . . . and they give him a
lousy three thousand dollars. And I had to swoop
down on that.
rose:
Is you fixing to go into that again?troy:
That’s the only way I got a roof over myhead . . . ’cause of that metal plate.
rose:
Ain’t no sense you blaming yourself for nothing.Gabe wasn’t in no condition to manage that money.
You done what was right by him. Can’t nobody say
you ain’t done what was right by him. Look how
long you took care of him . . . till he wanted to
have his own place and moved over there with Miss
Pearl.
troy:
That ain’t what I’m saying, woman! I’m juststating the facts. If my brother didn’t have that
metal plate in his head . . . I wouldn’t have a
pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. And
I’m fifty-three years old. Now see if you can understand
that!
He turns and goes to the front door.
He grabs his jacket and hat. Rose is
in the kitchen doorway, holding the
mixing bowl.
rose:
Where you going off to? You been running out ofhere every Saturday for weeks. I thought you was
gonna work on this fence?
troy:
I’m gonna walk down to Taylors’. Listen to theball game. I’ll be back in a bit. I’ll work on it
when I get back.
I’m gonna walk down to Taylors’. Listen to the
ball game. I’ll be back in a bit. I’ll work on it
when I get back.
He goes out the front door, closing it
hard. Rose looks down at the mixing
bowl, surprised that she’s holding it.
She goes to the kitchen trash can and
starts to dump the batter, but she
can’t. She sits at the table. She finds
the ball game on the radio. She gets a
metal cooking sheet, returns to the
table, wipes her hands and starts
lumping batter onto the sheet. Soon
her fingers are covered with batter.
She scrapes vigorously at her hands to
clean them, then stops, her hands
shaking. She exerts her will,
steadying them. CLOSE UP on her hands;
time passes, the light changes.
CUT TO:
INT. KITCHEN—DAY
cory (o.s.):
Mama? You all right?Two hours later. Rose sits, unmoving.
The lumps of dough on the sheet have
hardened. The game is still in
progress. She turns as if waking up.
Cory’s behind her in his muddy workout
clothes, holding his shoulder pads and
cleats. Rose wipes her hands, switches
off the radio, then carries the baking
sheet to the trash can, scraping off
the ruined biscuits with a knife.
rose:
Your daddy like to had a fit with you running outof here this morning without doing your chores.
cory:
I told you I had to go to practice.rose:
He say you were supposed to help him with thefence.
cory:
He been saying that the last four or five Saturdays,and then he don’t never do nothing, but go
down to Taylors’ . . . Did you tell him about the
recruiter?
He opens the refrigerator and imagines
the possibilities
rose:
Yeah, I told him.cory:
What he say?rose:
He ain’t said nothing too much. You get up thereand get started on your chores before he gets
back. Go on and scrub down them steps before he
gets back here hollering and carrying on.
Rose tosses the baking sheet in the
sink.
EXT. THE FRONT PORCH—LATER THAT DAY
Rose, dressed nicely, checks the front
door to make sure it’s locked. She
picks up a covered pie that she’s put
on one of the chairs. Troy comes
silently up the front steps, grabbing
Rose from behind. Startled, she jumps!
rose:
Troy!He laughs.
rose:
Go on, now. You liked to scared me to death.What was the score of the game? Lucille had me on
the phone and I couldn’t keep up with it.
troy:
What I care about the game? Come here, woman.He tries to kiss her.
rose:
I thought you went down Taylors’ to listen tothe game. Go on, Troy! You supposed to be putting
up the fence.
Attempting to kiss her again.
troy:
I’ll put it up when I finish with what is athand.
rose:
Go on, Troy. I ain’t studying you.troy:
I’m studying you . . . fixing to do my homework!rose:
Troy, you better leave me alone.troy:
Where’s Cory? That boy brought his butt home yet?
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