Fences Page #9
cory:
Hey, Pop . . . you can’t do that. He’s comingall the way from North Carolina.
troy:
I don’t care where he coming from. The white manain’t gonna let you get nowhere with that football
no way. You go on and get your book-learning
so you can work yourself up in that A&P or learn
how to fix cars or build houses or something, get
you a trade. That way you have something can’t
nobody take away from you. You go on and learn how
to put your hands to some good use. Besides hauling
people’s garbage.
cory:
I get good grades, Pop. That’s why the recruiterwants to talk with you. You got to keep up your
grades to get recruited. This way I’ll be going
to college. I’ll get a chance . . .
troy:
First you gonna get your butt down there to theA&P and get your job back.
cory:
Mr. Stawicki done already hired somebody else’cause I told him I was playing football.
troy:
You a bigger fool than I thought . . . to letsomebody take away your job so you can play some
football. Where you gonna get your money to take
out your girlfriend and whatnot? What kind of foolishness
is that to let somebody take away your job?
cory:
I’m still gonna be working weekends. I’m still gonna be working weekends.troy:
Naw . . . naw. You getting your butt out of herecory:
Come on, Pop! I got to practice. I can’t workafter school and play football too. The team
needs me. That’s what Coach Zellman say . . .
troy:
I don’t care what nobody else say. I’m theboss . . . you understand? I’m the boss around
here. I do the only saying what counts.
cory:
Come on, Pop!Troy comes right up to Cory, in his
face.
troy:
I asked you . . . Did you understand?cory:
Yeah . . .troy:
What?!cory:
Yessir.troy:
Yessir.cory (pause):
Can I ask you a question?troy:
What the hell you wanna ask me? Mr. Stawicki theone you got the questions for.
cory:
How come you ain’t never liked me?troy:
Liked you? Who the hell say I got to like you?What law is there say I got to like you? Wanna
stand up in my face and ask a damn fool-ass ques
tion like that. Talking about liking somebody.
Come here, boy, when I talk to you.
Cory hesitates, then goes to Troy.
troy:
Straighten up, goddamn it!Cory does.
troy:
I asked you a question . . . what law is theresay I got to like you?
cory:
None.troy:
Well, all right then! Don’t you eat every day?Cory looks down.
troy:
Answer me when I talk to you! Don’t you eat everyday?
cory:
Yeah.troy:
N*gger, as long as you in my house, you put thatsir on the end of it when you talk to me!
cory:
Yes . . . sir.troy:
You eat every day.cory:
Yessir!troy:
Got a roof over your head.cory:
Yessir!troy:
Got clothes on your back.cory:
Yessir.troy:
Why you think that is?cory:
’Cause of you. ’Cause of you.troy:
Aw, hell, I know it’s ’cause of me . . . but whydo you think that is?
cory (hesitant):
’Cause you like me.troy:
Like you? I go out of here every morning . . .bust my butt . . . putting up with them crackers
every day . . . ’cause I like you? You about the
biggest fool I ever saw. It’s my job. It’s my responsibility!
You understand that? A man got to
take care of his family. You live in my house . . .
sleep your behind on my bedclothes . . . fill you
belly up with my food . . . ’cause you my son.
Rose is in the kitchen, listening
through the screen door.
troy:
You my flesh and blood. Not ’cause I like you!’Cause it’s my duty to take care of you. I owe a
responsibility to you! Let’s get this straight
right here . . . before it go along any further
. . . I ain’t got to like you. Mr. Rand
don’t give me my money come payday ’cause he
likes me. He gives me ’cause he owe me. I done
give you everything I had to give you. I gave you
your life! Me and your mama worked that out between
us. And liking your black ass wasn’t part
of the bargain. Don’t you try and go through life
worrying about if somebody like you or not. You
best be making sure they doing right by you. You
understand what I’m saying, boy?
cory:
Yessir.troy:
Then get the hell out of my face, and get ondown to that A&P.
Then get the hell out of my face, and get on
down to that A&P.
Cory runs up the stairs, yanks open
the screen door to discover Rose,
standing there. He pushes past her,
letting the door slam. She comes out
onto the porch.
rose (coming down into the yard): Why don’t you let the boy
go ahead and play football, Troy? Ain’t no harm
in that. He’s just trying to be like you with the
sports.
troy:
I don’t want him to be like me! I want him tomove as far away from my life as he can get. You
the only decent thing that ever happened to me. I
wish him that. But I don’t wish him a thing else
from my life.
He starts to put away the sawhorses.
troy:
I decided seventeen years ago that boy wasn’tgetting involved in no sports. Not after what
they did to me in the sports.
rose:
Troy, why don’t you admit you was too old toplay in the major leagues? For once . . . why
don’t you admit that?
troy:
What do you mean too old? Don’t come telling meI was too old. I just wasn’t the right color.
Hell, I’m fifty-three years old and can do better
than Selkirk’s .269 right now!
rose:
How’s was you gonna play ball when you wereover forty? Sometimes I can’t get no sense out
of you.
troy:
I got good sense, woman. I got sense enough notto let my boy get hurt over playing no sports. You
been mothering that boy too much. Worried about
if people like him.
rose:
Everything that boy do . . . he do for you. Hewants you to say, “Good job, son.” That’s all.
troy:
Rose, I ain’t got time for that. He’s alive.He’s healthy. He’s got to make his own way. I made
mine. Ain’t nobody gonna hold his hand when he
get out there in that world.
rose:
Times have changed from when you was young,Troy. People change. The world’s changing around
you and you can’t even see it.
troy (slow, methodical): Woman...I do the best I can
do. I come in here every Friday. I carry a sack of
potatoes and a bucket of lard. You all line up at
the door with your hands out. I give you the lint
from my pockets. I give you my sweat and my blood.
I ain’t got no tears. I done spent them. We go upstairs
in that room at night . . . and I fall down
on you and try to blast a hole into forever. I get
up Monday morning . . . find my lunch on the table.
I go out. Make my way. Find my strength to carry me
through to the next Friday. That’s all I got, Rose.
Troy starts into the house.
troy:
That’s all I got to give. I can’t give nothingelse!
He goes inside. The door swings shut
behind him. Rose, alone, watching him
go.
INT. CITY HALL—AFTERNOON
We’re moving at a rapid walking pace
looking up at a ceiling fresco of
wpa-era heroic worker figures laying
sewers. The sound of footsteps. The
camera pans down to catch the back of
a white deputy commissioner. He
hurries past various businessmen and
-women, all white, to find troy sitting
in the chair against the opposite
wall, looking nervous, hat in hand.
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