Inside Llewyn Davis

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Hang me, oh, hang me

PH be dead and gone

Hang me, oh, hang me

PH be dead and gone

I wouldn't mind the hanging

But the laying in the grave so long

Poor boy

I've been all around this world

Been all around Cape Girardeau

Parts of Arkansas

All around Cape Girardeau

Parts of Arkansas

I got so goddamn hungry

I could hide behind a straw

Poor boy

I've been all around this world

Went up on the mountain

There I made my stand

Went up on the mountain

There I made my stand

A rifle on my shoulder

And a dagger in my hand

Poor boy

I been all around this world

Put the rope around my neck

Hang me up so high

Put the rope around my neck

They hung me up so high

The last words I heard 'em say:

"Won't be long now 'fore you die

Poor boy"

I've been all around this world

So hang me, oh, hang me

And H! be dead and gone

Hang me, oh, hang me

And H! be dead and gone

Wouldn't mind the hanging

But the laying in the grave 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.

- 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. It's just music.

Your friend is out back.

My friend?

Said he was a friend of yours.

Guy in a suit.

You a funny boy, huh?

What?

Had to open your big mouth,

huh, funny boy?

I had to... What?

That's what I do for a living.

Who...? Who are you?

What you do.

What you do.

I'm sorry, what...? What did I...?

You sit there in the audience last night,

yelling your crap.

Oh, for christssake.

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... Unh!

We're leaving this f***ing

cesspool. You can have it.

What you do.

Hello?

No, no...

Sh*t.

Goddamn it.

Hello?

Hi.

Could you, um...?

Could I leave this cat with you?

- With me?

- Yeah, it's, um...

It's the Gorfeins' cat.

Just till one of them gets back?

With me?

It slipped out

and I don't have the key.

Could you just keep it

till they get back?

I have to run the elevator.

I mean, that's not a problem, is it?

It's the Gorfeins' cat.

I have to run the elevator.

Sociology.

- Professor Gorfein, please.

WOMAN".

He's in a lecture now.

- Could I take a message?

- Uh...

Yeah, could you...?

Could you just tell him:

"Don't worry, Llewyn has the cat"?

"Llewyn is the cat. "

No, Llewyn "has" the cat.

I'm Llewyn. I have his cat.

Oh, sh*t.

- Hey, Nunzio.

- Yeah. They ain't home, though.

Yeah, I know.

Can I use your fire escape?

Hi.

- How we doing?

- We're doing great.

Really?

The new record's doing well?

Uh, how "we" doing.

Not so hot, I gotta be honest.

- Ginny, where's Cincinnati?

What?

- Cincinnati, it's not in here.

It should be in there.

It's not in here, I'm telling you.

- Is it...?

Cincinnati?

Yeah.

- I got it.

What?

- I got it.

- You got Cincinnati?

Yeah, you want it?

- Could I have it?

Should I bring it in?

- Yeah.

- Do you owe me something?

You have to owe me something.

I wish.

People need time, you know.

Get to know you,

buy you as a solo act.

Even know you're a solo act.

- Cincinnati is not good.

- That's it, right?

Yeah, this is it, God help me.

Nobody knew us

when we were a duo.

It's not like me and Mike

were ever a big act.

It's not a big reeducation

for the public.

Mel?

Mel.

How you doing, kid?

Mel, there was no advance

on my solo record.

There's gotta be some royalty.

F***ing christssake, it's cold out.

I don't even have a winter coat.

Jesus Christ. You're kidding me.

- Take this, kid.

- Mel, no.

I insist. I insist.

I don't want your f***ing coat.

What'll you wear?

- Kid, I'll get by.

- It won't even fit me. This is...

It's bullshit, Mel.

It's just a big fat f***ing bluff.

Bluff?

Kid, what are you ta...? Bluff?

I offer you this?

Get the f*** out of my office.

- All right, thanks for the coat.

- What?

All right, well, wait.

Aw, sh*t.

Let me give you 40 bucks.

- Explain the cat.

- Yeah, sorry.

It's, uh... It's the Gorfeins' cat.

- I crashed there last night.

- What's its name?

Uh, I don't know.

He snuck out the door when...

Do you think

you're staying here tonight?

"Do you think...?" Um...

- I was hoping to. Is Jim around?

- Jim's not here.

We told Troy he could crash here.

Troy Nelson. How are you?

- How you doing? Llewyn Davis.

Oh.

Hello. I've heard your music,

and heard many nice things about you

from Jim and Jean and from others.

Ha-ha-ha. You have not heard

one nice thing about me from Jean,

ever, have you, Troy?

You tell the Gorfeins

you'll take care of their cat,

then bring him here

for us to take care of.

I've heard nice things from Jim

and Jean and others.

I didn't... It just happened.

It's a peaceful cat.

It's very contented.

So I can't stay here tonight?

Look, we told Troy he could stay.

We don't keep the couch free

on the chance you'll show up.

If this is awkward,

I could hitch back to Fort Dix

after I perform tonight.

Don't be silly.

We offered you the couch.

You're gigging somewhere?

Troy is playing at the Gaslight.

We're meeting Jim there.

Well, I could sleep on the floor here,

and Llewyn could have the couch.

I'm certainly not a man of comforts.

Alternately, I could hitch back

to Fort Dix after the show.

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