Inside Llewyn Davis Page #6

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- You ain't current.

- I'm not current?

- That's another way of putting it.

- Is that a nautical term?

You ain't current on your dues.

You pay your dues, arrears,

148 bucks,

you go back on the roster

and I can ship you out.

There's a post on The Maid

of the Gate, Seaman First Class.

She weighs anchor this Friday,

6 p. m.

The money, what I owe, can't they just

take it out of, whatever, the first week?

I can't run out on it.

I'm in your f***ing sardine can.

Yeah, they don't do that.

You gotta be current to ship out.

Wow.

I just make it.

I'm leaving naked, man.

- Clean start. Okay. Can I pay you?

- Mm-hm.

Now, I will write you a receipt,

along with the, uh, pier, ship number,

and the time.

Got your Masters Mate's

and Pilot's license, right?

- You ain't shipping out without that.

- Yeah, I got it.

There you go, Llewyn Davis.

Hey, you're not Hugh Davis's kid,

are you?

Why not?

Hey...

How's it going?

I'm taking off, Pop.

Won't see you for a while.

Shipping out.

Try something new.

I mean something old.

OK8)'-

Here's this. You used to like this.

Oh, it was a fine

And a pleasant day

Out of Yarmouth Harbor

I was faring

As a cabin boy

On a sailing lugger

For to hunt

The bonny shoals of herring

Now you're up on deck

You're a fisherman

You can swear

And show a manly bearing

Take your turn and watch

With the other fellas

As you hunt

The bonny shoals of herring

Well, I earned my keep

And I paid my way

And I earned the gear

That I was wearing

I sailed a million miles

Caught 10 million fishes

We were dreaming

Of the shoals

Of herring

Night and day

The seas we're darin'

Come wind or calm

Or winter gale

Sweating or cold

Growing up, growing old

Or dying

As we dream about

The shoals

Of herring

Wow.

Wow.

Excuse me?

Could I trouble you?

My father had, um...

He needs to be cleaned.

How is he?

He's great.

Good to see what I have

to look forward to.

What?

- Llewyn.

- No, I'm not kidding.

I got it all figured out now.

You put in some hard years, yeah,

but eventually you get to kick back,

your food's brought to you,

don't even have to get up to sh*t.

- Llewyn, Danny's sitting right here.

- Oh, sorry.

What's wrong with you?

Shame on you.

I'm sorry. It was really good to see him.

It was great.

- Where'd you put my file box?

- Huh?

From the house, where's my file box?

You told me to throw everything out.

All the old sh*t, Joy.

- F***, you threw out my file box?

- Llewyn.

Yeah, no cursing. Except now I gotta

go back to the f***ing union hall.

It had my Masters Mate's

and Pilot's license in it.

Jesus Christ, Joy.

You told me to put it out by the curb.

It's what I did.

I want you to leave. Get out of here.

F***.

- Yeah, I'm a dick, right?

- That's right.

Danny, your uncle's a bad man.

OK8)'-

Hello?

- It's Llewyn. Don't hang up.

I don't wanna stay. I just need a place

to dump my stuff. Please.

I'm tired of dragging it

all around with me.

Please?

- Where are you gonna stay?

- I don't know.

It's only two nights.

There must be someone in the

five boroughs who isn't pissed at me.

- How do you feel?

- Fine.

Why?

So it went okay?

I'm doing it Saturday.

Jesus, Llewyn,

you don't even f***ing remember.

Yeah, boy, I'm sorry. I... I was away.

Well, it seemed like it was a long time,

but it was just a couple of days. Yeah.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

- Where were you?

In Chicago.

Why?

No. Nothing.

Pappi will let you play tomorrow.

Pick up a couple bucks.

No, he won't.

I was there less than a month ago.

He will. I asked him.

Wow. Thank you,

that was very nice of you,

but I'm out. I'm done.

- Going back to the Merchant Marine.

- What, that's it?

This could be good for you

tomorrow.

Playing the Gaslight

for the 400th time?

For the f***ing basket?

Actually,

you'd have to split the basket.

- Heh.

- There's another act.

But The Times is gonna be there.

Oh, The Times.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Thanks for the thought,

but it's not going anywhere.

I'm tired.

You're tired?

Yeah, I'm so f***ing tired.

I thought I just needed a night's sleep,

but it's...

It's more than that.

But thank you, for trying.

I love you.

Come on.

Are you shitting me?

In what way, buddy?

Eighty-five dollars?

To replace a license?

You don't throw out the license.

That's the one thing you keep.

I can't... Where am I gonna...?

F***.

All right, well,

let me get this money back then.

I got...

I kept this f***ing thing.

I just paid my dues this morning,

148 bucks. There's the receipt.

You don't...

We don't pay dues back.

What are you, nuts?

I just paid it this morning.

That was four hours ago.

- Yeah.

- Come on, you're telling me...

I can't crew the ship,

and I can't get this money back?

This was money

you owed your union.

You Hugh Davis's kid?

- Yeah.

- How's he doing?

He's f***ing great. Matter of fact,

he's been asking after you.

A hungry feefin'

Came o'er me steafin'

And the mice were squeafin'

In my prison cell

And the auld triangle

Went jingle jaflgle

Al! along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning

A screw was bawlin'

Get up...

Hey.

We're gonna hear you tomorrow.

Yeah, I guess you are.

Well, you're welcome.

What do you think of these guys'?

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

I like the sweaters.

The lads were sleepin'

You know, you wouldn't

f***ing believe the rent here.

This folk sh*t, I don't know.

Jim and Jean, we get a good crowd.

You know why, Llewyn?

Lot of these guys,

a lot them come in here

catch the act,

because they wanna f*** Jean.

That's why they come in.

And some of them,

some of these guys, Llewyn,

they come in here

because they wanna f*** Jim.

They wanna f*** Jim.

Know what I mean?

- You mean they wanna f*** Jim.

- Exactly.

Exactly.

Well, me,

I've only f***ed Jean.

All along the banks

What?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. You know.

If you wanna play the Gaslight...

Thanks.

Ladies and gentlemen, thanks.

- Thanks.

- Thank you, Pappi Corsicato.

Please give a great big welcome

to Elizabeth Hobby

from Elinora in Arkansas.

Thank you.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you. You're so nice.

This is my first show in New York.

How'd you get the gig, Betty?

Um, I'm gonna do this song.

It's like a lot of the songs I do.

It's one I grew up with.

Ha, ha. Come on, Llewyn.

Give me a little credit.

I'm a-goin'away

To leave you, love

I'm going far over the sea

But H! return to you someday

So I go 10,000 miles

- Where's your hay bale?

Shh!

The storms are on

Huh? Where's your corncob pipe?

The ocean

Are you wearing gingham panties?

Shh!

Huh?

F*** you, you f***ing phony.

Come on, show us your panties.

Shut up.

- Show us your panties, Betty.

That's enough.

- Fine.

Oh, God, I hate f***ing folk music.

- Okay, Eddie. We might need Florio.

- I f***ing hate folk music.

F*** Florio. F*** you, Pappi.

The show is bullshit.

Four micks and Grandma Moses.

Llewyn. Come on in.

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