Inside Llewyn Davis Page #2

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A hundred mites

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow

A hundred mites

Lord, Pm one, Lord, I'm two

Lord, Fm three, Lord, Fm four

Lord, Pm 500 miles

Away from home

Away from home, away from home

Lord, Pm 500 miles

Away from home

Not a shirt on my back

Not a penny to my name

Lord, I can't go back home

This a-way

What?

This a-way, this a-way

Lord, I can'! go back home

This a-way

if you miss the train I'm on

You will know that I am gone

Boy, they're not bad.

You can hear the whistle blow

Uh-huh.

That Jean,

A hundred miles

I'd like to f*** her.

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow

A hundred mites

Mm.

Sorry.

It's early. I tried not to wake anyone.

Mm-hm.

Well, that was very good.

What's next?

What do you mean?

Do you plug yourself in somewhere?

No.

Well,

report for duty.

Back to Fort Dix.

They making you a killing machine?

No, it's probably different

from what you imagine.

There's the discipline,

which is what you're referring to.

I thrive on that.

Weaponry is part of the job.

Armaments are not my thing.

I don't even approve of war toys.

- Is it a career?

- No, no. I get out in a few months.

Bud Grossman has expressed interest

in representing me.

Bud Grossman?

What's he like?

Mr. Grossman is a wonderful man.

He's been very supportive.

I played at his club in Chicago

on my last furlough,

right after I got back from Germany.

Did you meet Elvis?

No. Everyone asks that.

No, I did not meet Private Presley.

So you played at the Gate of Horn.

Yes.

Mr. Grossman liked what he saw,

I guess.

He thinks I can have a career.

Hm.

Thank Jim and Jean for me.

Mm-hm.

So long.

What's your name again?

Oh, sh*t.

No. No.

F***. Goddamn it. Oh, sh*t.

F***.

Sh*t. Cat.

F***. Kitty?

F***. F***.

Thanks for keeping quiet, a**hole.

I'm freezing. Can we talk'?

Not here. F*** you.

I'm sorry, which?

"Out" or "f*** you"?

Let's go out.

Can I borrow Jim's coat?

f don't know.

- You don't know if it's mine?

- No. How would I know?

- So it could be Jim's.

- Yes, a**hole.

Wait, you don't want it either way?

To be clear.

To be clear, a**hole,

you f***ing a**hole,

I want very much to have it if it's Jim's.

That's what I want.

But since I don't know,

you not only f***ed things up

by f***ing me

and maybe making me pregnant,

but even if it's not yours,

I can't know that.

So I have to get rid of what might be

a perfectly fine baby, a baby I want,

because everything you touch

turns to sh*t.

Like King Midas's idiot brother.

Well, okay.

I see.

You know a doctor, right'?

Yes.

From when?

Whatever, Diane?

Yes.

- And you'll pay for it?

- Yes.

Don't tell Jim, obviously.

I should've had you wear

double condoms.

Well, we shouldn't have done it in the

first place, but if you ever do it again,

which as a favor to women

everywhere, you should not,

but if you do, you should be wearing

condom on condom,

and then wrap it in electrical tape.

You should just walk around always

inside a great big condom

- because you are sh*t.

- Okay.

You should not be in contact

with any living thing, being sh*t.

Have you ever heard the expression,

"it takes two to tango"?

F*** you.

Well, I could say we should talk

about this when you're less angry,

but that would be...

That would be...

- When would that be?

- F*** you.

I miss Mike.

Can I ask you for a favor?

You're joking.

It's not for me, it's for the Gorfeins.

Their cat got out. Could you leave

the fire-escape window open?

It's winter.

Just enough for the cat

to squeeze back in'?

It could come back.

To our apartment?

It was there, like, six hours.

Why would it come back there?

I don't know, I'm not a f***ing cat.

Think about it. I lost their f***ing cat.

I feel bad about it.

That's what you feel bad about?

Hello.

Where's your coat?

- It's not that cold.

- You out of your mind?

So how's the music going?

Uh, pretty good. Pretty good.

Oh, good. So you don't need

to borrow money.

- Actually, I was wondering...

- Uh-huh.

Is it sold?

- The house?

- Yeah.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

- I mean, it's in escrow.

- How much?

Eleven-five. But why?

- It's not our house.

- Not our house?

Well, yeah.

It's Mom and Dad's house.

Llewyn, it goes to his upkeep.

We don't get any.

Good thing your music's going good.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah, well, what the f***?

- Llewyn.

- What?

- The language.

- Oh, yeah, I'm sorry.

I am not one

of your Greenwich Village friends.

Okay, yeah, yeah.

- You still got your seaman's papers?

- Yeah, why?

- Well, if the music's not...

- What? Quit?

Merchant Marine again?

Just exist?

Heh, exist?

Is that what we do

outside of show business?

It's not so bad, existing.

- Like Dad?

- Llewyn.

- What?

- You say that about your own father?

- What?

- That he exists?

- I didn't say... You said it. Forget it.

- That he exists? Like that?

Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry.

- Seen him?

- Yeah.

What?

- Should I?

- You tell me, he's your father.

Yeah, he sure is.

Oh, I got... Wait, I got...

You got a minute?

Well, they want me back

for rehearsals.

Sullivan Show.

I've got autographs to sign.

- Champagne reception.

- Don't go away.

I cleaned it out, the house.

There's some stuff.

I put your stuff in a box.

What I thought you might want.

I don't know, Joy.

Just stick it out at the curb.

Llewyn, are you kidding?

Look at this.

You know what this is?

This is when you recorded

"Shoals of Herring" for Morn and Dad.

You... Whatever, you're

like 8 years old. It's so cute.

Well, see, Joy,

in the entertainment business,

you're not supposed to let

your practice sh*t out.

It ruins the mystique.

I'm sorry. I don't know a lot about

the entertainment business.

Yeah, well...

Don't be sorry.

No, no, no, I'll bring the cat up.

It's fine. I just, uh...

I can't today, as it turns out.

I can't bring her today.

Him.

- Him, him, yeah.

But I can get down there.

- He's hanging out at Jim and Jean's.

He's... He likes it there.

- He's fine. Believe me, he's fine.

Okay. But it's easy for me...

- No, no, no. They're not home.

Okay.

- They're never home.

All right.

Uh, so... Anyway,

I couldn't ask you to do that.

All the way down to the Village,

Mitch.

No, I'll bring her up tomorrow.

- Him. Him up tomorrow.

Right. Okay, good.

And remember to call Jim.

He said it was urgent.

Yeah, I doubt if it's urgent,

but I'll call him. Thanks.

No, no, he said it's urgent.

It's a session this afternoon

at Columbia.

Somebody got sick and dropped out.

He thought you'd like the work.

What? What?

- Did he say that I need my guitar?

I think he mentioned a guitar.

Do I need my guitar? Hello?

Hi, I'm here for Mr. Cromartie's

session. Llewyn Davis.

Have a seat.

I'll let him know you're here.

Llewyn.

Mr. Cromartie,

it's an honor to meet you.

Heh. Where's your guitar?

Hey.

- Hey, man, you made it.

- Yeah.

- You'll play a Gibson, right?

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