Inside Llewyn Davis Page #4

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and I was calling you a loser.

Right, well,

those are your categories.

No, those are your categories.

You know, in my experience,

the world's divided

into two kinds of people.

Those who divide the world

into two kinds of people...

And losers?

- Hey'-

- Hey'-

Uh, can you bring this up for me?

This ain't a spot.

- I just brought some stuff from home.

- Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

Hey, you don't need to... Meow.

You don't need to crash for more

than a couple days, do you?

My girlfriend's coming down

from Boston on Tuesday.

Uh... Yeah, no, that's... Yeah, it's fine.

That's okay. Yeah, thanks.

You don't wanna go to Chicago,

do you?

- Why would I wanna go to Chicago?

- Yeah. Ha, ha.

This car's going to Chicago Tuesday.

A friend of mine is taking someone

to a gig and they're looking

for someone to help pay for gas.

I prefer New York.

Who's "Arthur Milgram"?

Oh, that's me.

I'm gonna change it legally,

at some point.

Mr. Davis?

No, no, no,

she won't want me with her.

Oh, okay. Well, she should

have a friend though.

Someone who can help her home.

- Okay, I'll let her know.

- It'll have to be on a Saturday.

Hey, I could do it this Saturday.

Okay. I'll, uh, pay you now

since I won't see you. Cash.

Oh! No, no, no. Heh.

- No charge.

- Huh?

You know, from last time.

From last time? You mean Diane?

Yeah, I didn't have a number

or an address for you.

- Where do you live anyway?

- Wait, what?

- I didn't have a...

- Why...?

- Why is there no charge this time?

- Huh?

Why...?

Well, you know.

Well, no, I don't know, man.

You working pro bono now?

Well, no,

since it didn't happen last time.

What didn't happen?

Diane didn't tell you?

Diane did not terminate

the pregnancy.

She came in to tell me she decided

to go to term.

She didn't tell you?

Uh, no.

She, uh...

Geez, she asked me to refer her

to a doctor in Akron.

- In Akron?

- To deliver the, uh...

No, I knew she was, uh, going to Akron.

She's from Akron.

Yes.

- I'm sorry, I thought...

- Her parents are in Akron.

The kid would be about 2 now?

Yeah, I guess.

Yes.

I'm sorry, I didn't know how

to get the money back to you.

I never see you at the hoots

anymore.

- Oh, there's the cat.

- Yeah.

Home from the hill.

Hey, Llewyn, welcome. Come on in.

Lillian's in the kitchen.

She's making her famous moussaka.

No, I can't barge in for dinner.

I just wanted to...

- No, no. Come on. One more person?

- No, no, no. No, I can't.

Moussaka? Come on.

Do you know, uh...? You know

Marty Green and Janet Fung?

Hello, nice to meet you.

Llewyn Davis.

Oh, uh, Mitch and Lillian's, uh,

folk song friend.

You crashing with us?

Oh, no, no, no.

I hadn't even planned on dinner.

Llewyn's not an Upper West Side guy.

We only get to see him when...

When I've rotated through

my Village friends.

Yeah, we're the last resort.

Marty's in my department.

And, uh, Joe's a musician.

This is Joe Flom.

He plays in Musica Anticha with Lillian.

Oh, hello. How you doing?

- Nice to meet you.

- Yes.

What's your instrument?

Well, anything with a keyboard.

I play celeste and harpsichord in MA.

I'm a piano instructor most days.

- Hey, bum a cigarette?

- Oh, sure.

Glass of wine, Llewyn'?

- A little dago red?

- Yeah.

I should've brought something.

Hey, don't be silly,

you brought the cat.

Yeah, right.

You know, uh,

I used to, uh, take piano lessons

when I was a kid

from, uh, Mrs. Sieglestein.

You don't know Mrs. Sieglestein,

do you?

Very, very big calves,

orthopedic shoes,

lives in Far Rockaway,

upstairs from the Kurlands?

Does she play early music?

Um...

Harry James on the radio.

On the piano, um.

"Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes. "

Uh-huh.

She was not a swinger.

Well, Harry James.

Okay, yeah, well, her playing that

was pretty on the beat.

He's adorable.

- How old is he?

- Just turned 2 in April.

He's with my mother now.

Grandmas come in handy, right?

What's his name?

Howie.

He already calls him Howie.

It's Howard.

Howie Greenfung.

What? Like...?

Like, "Green-fung"? Hyphenated?

No, no, one word, Greenfung.

Howard Greenfung.

You're kidding, right?

- No.

- Llewyn, why don't you...?

Why don't you give us a song?

Oh, yes, please. He's very good.

- Joe should hear you.

- No.

And Marty and Janet.

Of course.

I'm getting my Silvertone.

You get to play it if and only if you sing.

Right, yeah, okay, I can tell this is one

of those things where I keep saying no

and you think I'm just asking you

to beg more.

Yeah, that's right.

Hey, look, I'm not a trained poodle.

I thought singing was a joyous

expression of the soul.

Yeah.

All right. Um...

This is...

This one's early. Joe should like it.

If I had wings

Like Norah's dove

I'd fly up the river

To the one I love

- Fare thee well

- Well

- Oh, honey...

- Oh, honey...

- What are you doing?

- What?

What is that? What are you doing?

- Well, it's Mike's part.

- Don't do that.

- It's Mike's part.

- I know what it is. Don't do that.

Oh, you know what? This is bullshit.

I'm sorry, this is...

I don't do this, okay?

I do this for a living. It's not a...

it's not a f***ing parlor game.

Llewyn, please, that's unfair to Lillian.

This is bullshit.

I don't ask you over for dinner

and then suggest you give a lecture

on the peoples of Mesoamerica.

Or whatever

your pre-Columbian sh*t is.

This is my job.

This is how I pay the f***ing rent.

Llewyn, that's not...

This is a loving home.

I'm a f***ing professional.

And you know what?

- F*** Mike's part!

- Ah!

- It's okay, Lillian.

- This is just a... This is...

I can't stay in this room.

I can't stay in this room.

Well, she...

She doesn't have to leave.

I'm leaving, obviously.

Sorry I f***ed up your evening.

- Thank you for the moussaka.

Aah!

This is not our cat.

What? Of course that's your cat.

Oh, my God.

- It's not even male.

Where's its scrotum, Llewyn?

- Wh... it's...

- Where's its scrotum?

My stuff.

Hello.

Yeah, hey.

What's this?

It's my guitar.

Sure, move in. Don't mind me.

Make yourself at home.

What are you, a flamenco dancer?

What's your name? Pablo?

Llewyn Davis.

I am Roland Turner.

This is my valet, Johnny Five.

Johnny Five.

And that was the last time

I was in Murfreesboro.

Gave me to understand

I would not be welcome back.

I said, "That's okay, brother.

I might have managed on my own

not to make it back

to your little flyspeck horseshit town. "

What the N stand for?

- What?

- What's the N stand for?

- Lou N. Davis.

- "Llewyn. "

Llewyn, L-L-E-W-Y-N. It's Welsh.

Well, it would have to be something,

stupid f***ing name like that.

- You don't look Welsh-

- My mother was Italian...

Here, this would interest you.

Johnny and I were in Seattle

playing the High Spot.

Remember this, Johnny?

And I became indisposed after eating

a toasted cheese sandwich,

and found myself purging

from every orifice,

one of them like a fire hose.

I said to the manager:

"What do you call that thing

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