Inside Llewyn Davis Page #3

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- Yours? Sure, yeah.

- You playing, uh...?

- Triple-O 21. Do you know Al Cody?

- Hey, man. Hey.

- Hi.

Can you read a chart, Llewyn?

I, uh...

I can stare at a chart and fake it, sir.

All right.

Jim and Al will teach you the song.

Take your time.

We're here to have fun.

All right.

So we're, uh...?

We're the what?

The John Glenn Singers?

It's not the most serious music

we've recorded at this studio.

Uh...

It's a thing.

I don't wanna

Don't send me off into outer space

I sweat when they put me

Yeah, but we wanna go to...

Let's still do the "p-p-please" into the...

- Into the verse.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- P-P-P

Don't send me off into outer...

P-p-p-p-please

What? No, I ca... Because then it gets

all muddled up into the verse.

- No, no, no.

Shoot.

No, you just do the p-p-p's

into the ver... If you do two p-p's.

- P-p, then the "sweat when they... "

- Yep.

- Really?

- Yep.

P-p, I sweat when they stuck me

In the pressure suit

Shoot.

Bubble helmet

Hash Gordon boots

- No air out there, gravity...

Ow, ow, ow

- That's no place to be a hero

- Shoot.

- Okay.

- Yeah. Oh-oh-oh.

OK.

Hey, look, I'm happy for the gig,

but who wrote this?

I did.

- You...

Okay?

So okay?

- Good?

Shoot.

"Please, Mr. Kennedy"

take one. And we're rolling.

One, two, one, two, three, four.

Ten, nine

Eight, seven, six, five

- Four, three, two

- One second, please

- Please, Mr. Kennedy

Uh-oh

I don't wanna go

Please don't shoot me

into outer space

- P-p-please

- Please, Mr. Kennedy

- Uh-oh

- I don't wanna go

Please don't shoot me

into outer space

I sweat when they stuck me

In the pressure suits

Bubble helmet

Hash Gordon boots

- No air up there in gravity zero

- Outer space

- I need to breathe

- Outer

- Don't need to be a hero

- Space

Are you reading me loud and clear?

- Oh, please, Mr. Kennedy

- Uh-oh

- I don't wanna go

- Please don't shoot me into outer

- Oh, please, Mr. Kennedy

- Uh-oh

I don't wanna go

Please don't shoot me

into outer space

Fm 6-foot-2

And so perhaps you'll

Tell me how to fit into

A S-foot capsule

I won't be known

As Man of the Century

if Pm blubbering upon reentry

- Got a red-blooded wife

- Outer

- With a healthy libido

- Space

- You'll lose her vote

- Outer

- If you make her a widow

- Space

And who'll play catch

Out in the back with our kid?

Oh, please, Mr. Kennedy

- Uh-oh

- I don't wanna go

Please don't shoot me

into outer space

Countdown, ten, nine

Eight, seven, six, five

Four, three, two

- Oh, no

- Oh

- Please, Mr. Kennedy

- Uh-oh

I don't wanna go

Please don't shoot me

into outer space

- Please

- Oh, please

- Please

- Don't shoot me off into outer space

- Oh! Please

- Mr. Kennedy

- Please

- Mr. Kennedy

Please don't shoot me

into outer space

- Oh, please

- Mr. Kennedy

No, thank you. I appreciate it.

- I needed this, as you know.

Yeah.

Oh...

- We'll be touring, right?

- Touring Uranus.

I'll get my vaccinations. Sign where?

- You are AF of M, right?

- Yeah.

Sign there and there.

You don't have a label?

Uh, I do. Legacy.

Oh, you're exclusive to Mel?

I'll need a permission.

He'll give you one.

- See you.

- Uh.

That's gonna take...

Sh*t, man, I need the money now.

You wanna just be

an independent contractor,

Accounting will give you

a check today.

Just bill us for services, $200.

That's more than a session fee

- because you don't get royalties.

- Okay, that's fine. And I can cash it?

Sure, right around the corner.

But you don't go on a session

sheet then, so no royalties.

That's okay, that's fine.

Hey, where do you live, Al?

- Downing Street.

- Yeah, nice place?

- It's a dump.

- Uh-huh. Got a couch?

- Where's Mel?

- Mel's at a funeral.

Boy, that man goes

to a lot of funerals.

- He likes people.

- Fewer and fewer.

This is family.

His nephew, Georgie, is engaged

to a girl whose motherjust passed.

I don't know if that's family.

He likes funerals.

I don't know what to tell you.

I forgot to pick up my mail yesterday.

I was so pissed at Mel.

You didn't forget

to pick up your mail.

- Yeah, I did.

- You don't have any mail.

Oh.

Sh*t.

I didn't get anything

from Bud Grossman in Chicago?

You were supposed to get something

from Bud Grossman?

Yeah, I had Mel send him

my solo record when it came out.

- Whenever, more than a month ago.

- Oh.

No, you didn't get anything.

But we were making space

in the stock room

and dumped the rest

of the old records.

All the remainders.

Yours and Mikey's.

Mel set one box aside.

Thought you might wanna

keep some copies.

What am I gonna do with them?

Should I throw them out?

- Oh, good.

- Hey.

Here's a key.

Just going out to Jersey

to pick up my mom's car.

- Okay. Oh! Sorry. okay.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Mm-hm.

Yeah?

- Hey, it's me, Llewyn.

Yeah?

- Can I come up?

No.

OK8)'-

Well...

Well, can I have my stuff?

JEAN". H! bring it down.

H! meet you at the Reggie.

Hey.

Thank you.

- Who won the lottery tonight?

- Huh?

Oh. I'm staying at Al Cody's.

So when do you wanna do the...?

- Have the...?

- The abortion?

The sooner the better.

Okay. I'll see when

the guy can do it then.

"The guy"? I hope it's a doctor.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's a doctor.

- You got the money?

- Yes, I have the money, don't worry.

- With you, I worry.

- Well, you shouldn't.

Yes, I should.

God knows you never do.

You just let other people,

like your method of birth control.

Oh, please don't start

with the double condoms again.

Do you ever think

about the future at all?

The future?

You mean, like flying cars?

Hotels on the moon?

- Tang?

- And this is why you're f***ed.

No, it's why you're f***ed.

You're just trying

to blueprint a future.

Move to the suburbs with Jim,

have kids.

- That's bad?

- If that's what music is for you,

a way to get to that place,

then, yeah, it's a little careerist,

and it's a little square,

- and it's a little sad.

- I'm sad?

You're the one

who's not getting anywhere.

You don't wanna get anywhere.

Me and Jim try.

- I do. I wanna...

- We try, you sleep on the couch.

- That's a bad thing to throw in my face.

- You don't wanna go anywhere.

That's why all the same sh*t

is gonna keep happening to you,

- because you want it to.

- Is that why?

Yes, and also

because you're an a**hole

who sleeps with other people's women.

Let's not forget that.

You're being pretty kind

to yourself now, aren't you?

- Whose couch are you on tonight?

- I told you. Al Cody's. You don't listen.

You just spout vitriol.

Keep an eye on my sh*t.

Hey.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Oh, goddamn it.

I am one lucky bastard.

Thanks for suggesting this place.

Poor thing couldn't have eaten

since yesterday.

It's a damn house cat.

There you go.

You know its name?

I can't remember his name.

I don't know its name.

I don't hang out with the Gorfeins.

Oh, good kitty. Jesus, thank God.

Well, where were we?

You were calling me a careerist,

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