Inside Llewyn Davis Page #6
- 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
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
Well, I earned my keep
And I paid my way
And I earned the gear
That I was wearing
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.
all around with me.
Please?
- 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,
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.
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.
Llewyn. Come on in.
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