Inside Llewyn Davis Page #2

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Llewyn can sleep on the floor

with his cat.

It's the Gorfeins' cat.

What the f***?

It's a lesson too late

For the learner

Made of sand, made of sand

in the wink of an eye

My soul is turning

In your hand, in your hand

Are you going away

With no word of farewell?

Will there be not a trace left behind?

Well, Icould've loved you better

- Llewyn.

- Hey.

- Good to see you.

- Hey.

I didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was

The last thing on my mind

You've got reasons aplenty

For going

- What do you think?

- What?

Him, Troy.

Wonderful performer.

- Is he?

- Wonderful.

Please don't go

- Does he have a higher function?

Shh!

Are you going away

I need a drink.

With no word of farewell?

Will there be not a change

Look, Jim,

I didn't wanna mention this

in front of Jean.

You know how she gets.

- What do you mean?

- Just, uh, you know...

I need to...

I need to borrow some money.

I can pay you back really soon,

that and the last loan.

There's a girl I know who's in trouble

and needs to get fixed.

- Not again.

- This is a different girl.

Don't tell Jean.

I can't get the money

without Jean knowing.

- It's okay. We can...

- No, no, no, it's okay, it's okay.

I'll find it somewhere else.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

There's someone special

in the audience tonight

who'll maybe get up

and help me out here

- if you give a round of applause.

- I don't have my guitar.

I know that you folks know them

and love them.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Jim and Jean.

Oh.

If you miss the train I'm on

You will know that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow

A hundred mites

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow

A hundred mites

Lord, Pm one, Lord, I'm two

Lord, Fm three, Lord, Fm four

Lord, Pm 500 miles

Away from home

Away from home, away from home

Lord, Pm 500 miles

Away from home

Not a shirt on my back

Not a penny to my name

Lord, I can't go back home

This a-way

What?

This a-way, this a-way

Lord, I can'! go back home

This a-way

if you miss the train I'm on

You will know that I am gone

Boy, they're not bad.

You can hear the whistle blow

Uh-huh.

That Jean,

A hundred miles

I'd like to f*** her.

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow

A hundred mites

Mm.

Sorry.

It's early. I tried not to wake anyone.

Mm-hm.

Well, that was very good.

What's next?

What do you mean?

Do you plug yourself in somewhere?

No.

Well,

report for duty.

Back to Fort Dix.

They making you a killing machine?

No, it's probably different

from what you imagine.

There's the discipline,

which is what you're referring to.

I thrive on that.

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