Essay on Fences, August Wilson
CORY. (a bit naïve) I’m still gonna be working weekends.
TROY. (not having any of his son’s foolishness) Naw … naw. You getting your butt out of here and finding you another job.
CORY. (again, pleading) Come on, Pop! I got to practice. I can’t work after school and play football too. The team needs me. That’s what Coach Zellman say …
TROY. (yelling, declaring himself the alpha male, making himself heard) –camera captures takes of Rose in the house, hearing him yelling- I don’t care what nobody else say. I’m the boss … you understand? I’m the boss around here. I do the only saying what counts.
CORY. Come on Pop! (throws hands up in extreme frustration)
TROY. I asked you … did you understand?
CORY. Yeah …
CORY. (a little defeated) Yessir.
TROY. You go on down there to that A&P and see if you can get your job back. If you can’t do both … then you quit the football team. You’ve go to take the crookeds with the straights.
CORY. (hurt) –camera holds still on Troy and Cory in the shot- *at this point, a full 5 second pause should be experienced, to set up Cory’s loaded question. He doesn’t understand why his father is treating him in this way, denying his hopes and dreams*
Can I ask you a question?
TROY. What the hell you wanna ask me? Mr. Stawicki the one you got the question