Inside Llewyn Davis Page #7

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Lillian's making her famous

tabbouleh salad.

Oh, Mitch, I really appreciate this.

After last time,

I just can't tell you how sorry I am.

Oh, forget it.

We all get a little emotional over Mike.

It comes out in different ways.

He had such life, you know?

Such a talent.

It's a big hole. A big hole.

- How long will you be with us?

- Just a day or two, if that's okay.

- Just until I can figure out the next...

- Sure, yeah.

Do you know Arlen

and Dodi Gamble?

This is Llewyn Davis,

our folk-singer friend.

You're Jim and Jean's friend.

Uh, sort of.

Jim played us a pressing of that record,

"Please, Mr. Kennedy. "

- It was hysterical.

- So funny.

That's gonna be a hit, man.

Royalties on that? Whoa, Nelly.

I wish I was in your business.

I mean, one hit could fix you up.

- Uh, yeah...

- Llewyn.

- Lillian...

- I am so sorry I upset you.

No, no, no.

You're apologizing to me?

- Yeah.

- No.

Holy sh*t.

- On! Heh.

- on.

Oh, that's... That's good.

You got a new cat.

- No.

No, he came home.

Found his way back.

The doorman heard something

scratching yesterday morning.

Early morning, the wee hours.

- Yeah, see?

It's Ulysses.

- It's... Ulysses?

- Ulysses.

That's its name?

Hello?

And I'll be dead and gone

I wouldn't mind the hanging

But the laying in the grave's so long

Poor boy

I've been all around this world

You probably heard that one before.

If it was never new, and it never

gets old, then it's a folk song.

All right, one more before I go.

If I had wings

Like Norah's dove

I'd fly up the river

To the one I love

Fare thee well

Oh, honey

Fare thee well

Early one morning

Drizzling rain

And in my heart

I felt an achin' pain

Fare thee well

Oh, honey

Fare thee well

One of these mornings

It won't be long

You'll cal! my name

And H! be gone

Fare thee well

Oh, honey

Fare, fare thee well

if I had wings

Like Norah's dove

I'd fly up the river

To the one I love

Oh, fare thee well

Oh, honey

Fare thee well

That's what I got.

- You and Mikey used to do that song.

- Yeah.

Boy, you were some mess last night.

Yeah, sorry, Pappi. I'm an a**hole.

I don't give a sh*t.

- Your friend is out back.

- My friend?

Said he was a friend of yours.

Guy in a suit.

Oh, it's fare thee well

My darling true

I'm leaving in the first hour

Of the morn

You a funny boy, huh?

What?

Had to open your big mouth.

That's what I do for a living.

What you do.

Make fun of folks up there?

You sit there in the audience

last night, yelling your crap.

You yell stuff, man. It's a show.

It wasn't your show.

It's not the opera, jackass.

It's a f***ing basket hou...

We're leaving this f***ing

cesspool. You can have it.

What you do.

- My wife up there trying to sing.

- Unh.

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