Inside Llewyn Davis Page #5

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I just ate?"

He said, "Welsh rarebit. "

I says, "Okay, does everything

from Wales make you sh*t yourself,

or just this piece of toast?"

He said... Holy Jesus.

What is that thing?

It's... It's my cat.

Well, it's not my cat, it's...

Grown man with a cat.

- Is that part of your act?

- No.

- What'd you say you played?

- Folk songs.

Folk songs. Thought you said

you were a musician.

Folk singer with a cat. You queer?

L... It's not my cat.

I just didn't know what to do with it.

Really? So did you bring

your dick along too?

Johnny, hold up.

There's a service station.

Your turn to pay for gas, Elwin.

He still in there?

You're a friend of Al's?

Yeah.

When Igo back

Baltimore

Need no carpet on my floor

Come along and follow me

We'll go down to Galilee

Everybody.

Green, green, rocky road

Yeah.

Promenade in green

Mm-hm.

Tell me who you love

Tell me who you love

Nice.

There was a sign that said,

"No mass shots, no coins on cloth. "

I said, "Am I allowed to bank the ball

off the cushions or is that too fancy?"

The guy says, "You're a hustler. "

I say, "You're a f***ing idiot.

A hustler pretends

he's out of his depth.

I'm telling you I'm an adept.

Maybe you're the hustler

pretending to be a lunkhead.

Got me fooled. "

"No mass shots, no coins on cloth. "

Don't give me rules.

You play what you play.

Well, you don't, but in jazz,

you know, we play all the notes.

Twelve notes in a scale, dipshit,

not three chords on a ukulele.

G, G, C, G'

C,D,G

Well, if you make a living at it,

more power to you.

Solo act?

- Yeah, now.

- Now?

Used to, what, work with the cat'?

Every time you play a C major,

he'd puke a hair ball?

I used to have a partner.

What happened?

He threw himself off

the George Washington Bridge.

Well, sh*t, I don't blame him.

I couldn't take it either, having to play

"Jimmy Cracked Corn" every night.

Oh, pardon me for saying so,

that's pretty f***ing stupid, isn't it?

George Washington Bridge?

You throw yourself off

the Brooklyn Bridge, traditionally.

George Washington Bridge?

Who does that?

What was he, a dumbbell?

Not really.

And that's when

you picked up the cat?

Here, Cowboy Chords,

this would interest you.

There's this act I saw

in Montreux, Switzerland.

- A bass, a piano and a sound tree...

- Hey, Mr. Turner, I'm wondering.

- Huh?

- Would that cane

fit all the way up your ass

or would a little bit stay sticking out?

OK8)'-

OK8)'-

Except threats and intimidation

won't work with me.

You wanna know why?

This would interest you.

I studied Santeria

and certain other things that squares

like you would call the black arts

due to lack of understanding,

from Chano Pozo in New Orleans.

You say you'll mess me up?

I don't have to make

those childish threats.

I do my thing, and one day

you wake up wondering:

"Why do I have this pain

in my side?"

Or maybe it won't even be

that specific.

Maybe it's,

"Why is nothing going right for me?

My life is a big bowl of sh*t.

I don't remember making

this big bowl of sh*t. "

Meantime, Roland Turner

is a thousand miles away,

laughing his ass off.

Think about that, Elwin.

In this car, bad manners won't work.

Bum a cigarette?

I'm out.

"Clean A**hole Poems,"

Orlovs Ky.

Then,

acted.

The Brig.

Three weeks on that show.

Could've been more.

Cops closed it.

How come'?

Long story.

More, more, more,' cried the bed.

'Ta!k to me more. '

Oh, bed that faked

The weight of the world.

AH the lost dreams {aid on you.

Oh, bed that grows no hair.

That cannot be f***ed,

or can be f***ed.

Oh, bed crumbs of all ages

Spilled on you.

Oh, bed.

Yes.

Well...

Excuse me.

Hi.

How far are we from Chicago?

About three hours,

a little more with the weather.

Should I go call an ambulance?

No, he's all right.

Grab his sticks.

What are you doing?

- I'm just, uh...

- You can't stop here.

I just pulled over to rest a little bit.

You inebriated?

- He's not drunk.

- I wasn't talking to you.

You, get out of the car.

- Me?

- You. Out of the car.

Come here, I want you to walk...

Hands off the merchandise.

Don't play games, kid.

Son of a b*tch.

Let's go.

Yeah.

I've been in your jails-

That's not gonna work.

Sh*t.

Oh, sh...

Number two.

- More coffee?

- Yeah.

We're switching over.

Could you pay the ticket?

What train are you waiting for?

Hello?

Hello?

Is Bud Grossman here?

Isn't in yet.

Can I wait here?

Uh, sure. Maybe an hour.

Cocaine

Runnin' all around my brain

Mr. Grossman.

Yeah?

I, uh... I'm Llewyn Davis.

Uh-huh.

- I'm sorry, do you know me?

- No.

Um, Mel Novikoff sent you my record

about a month ago.

- Inside Llewyn Davis.

- Oh, you're with Mel.

Yeah, yeah, I was, uh, just in Chicago,

just, uh... Just passing through.

Um...

- You like the record?

- Don't know. I didn't get it.

Well, um,

here it is. Uh, it's...

This is it anyway, it's...

That'll be $5.

I was joking.

Uh-huh.

Well, yeah, I'm, um...

I'm interested in gigging here,

but, um, maybe also

in obtaining management.

Uh-huh.

You getting any money out of Mel?

- Not...

- Yeah, I bet.

Okay, let's hear something.

You don't wanna hear the record?

Why should I? You're here.

Play me something.

Play me something from

Inside Llewyn Davis.

Okay. All right. Here? Stage?

Not here.

OK8)'-

Queen Jane lay in labor

Full nine days or more

Til! her women grew so tired

They could no longer there

They could no longer there

King Henry, King Henry

Will you do one thing for me?

Will you open my right side

And find my baby?

And find my baby?

"Oh, no," cried King Henry

"That's a thing I never can do

If I lose the flower of England

I shat! lose the branch too

I shat! lose the branch too"

There was fiddiin' and dancin'

On the day the babe was born

But poor Queen Jane

Beloved

Lay cold as a stone

Lay cold as a stone

I don't see a lot of money here.

OK8)'-

Okay. So that's it?

You're okay. You're not green.

But I don't have what,

say, Troy Nelson has?

You know Troy?

Good kid.

He's a good kid.

Yeah.

He connects with people.

Look, I'm putting together a trio.

Two guys and a girl singer.

You're no front guy,

but if you can cut that

down to a goatee,

and stay out of the sun,

we might see how your voice works

with the other two.

You comfortable with harmonies?

No.

Yes. But, um, no.

No, I had a partner.

Uh-huh. Well, that makes sense.

MY Suggestion?

Get back together.

That's good advice.

Thank you, Mr. Grossman.

- Where you going?

- New York.

Man, that's great. I'm going home

to New Jersey. I've not slept.

- You drive, right'?

- Yeah.

Well, as long as you drive

and let me sleep,

we can do it all the way, man.

Oh, sh...

So, uh, can I ship out?

No, you cannot.

- Why?

- You're not on the roster.

Okay.

Well, can you put me on the roster?

No, I cannot.

- Why?

- Why you think?

I don't know.

Because I'm a Communist.

- Shachtmanite?

- What?

No, you ain't that. You ain't, uh...

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