Inside Llewyn Davis Page #4

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Think about it. I lost their f***ing cat.

I feel bad about it.

That's what you feel bad about?

Hello.

Where's your coat?

- It's not that cold.

- You out of your mind?

So how's the music going?

Uh, pretty good. Pretty good.

Oh, good. So you don't need

to borrow money.

- Actually, I was wondering...

- Uh-huh.

Is it sold?

- The house?

- Yeah.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

- I mean, it's in escrow.

- How much?

Eleven-five. But why?

- It's not our house.

- Not our house?

Well, yeah.

It's Mom and Dad's house.

Llewyn, it goes to his upkeep.

We don't get any.

Good thing your music's going good.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah, well, what the f***?

- Llewyn.

- What?

- The language.

- Oh, yeah, I'm sorry.

I am not one

of your Greenwich Village friends.

Okay, yeah, yeah.

- You still got your seaman's papers?

- Yeah, why?

- Well, if the music's not...

- What? Quit?

Merchant Marine again?

Just exist?

Heh, exist?

Is that what we do

outside of show business?

It's not so bad, existing.

- Like Dad?

- Llewyn.

- What?

- You say that about your own father?

- What?

- That he exists?

- I didn't say... You said it. Forget it.

- That he exists? Like that?

Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry.

- Seen him?

- Yeah.

What?

- Should I?

- You tell me, he's your father.

Yeah, he sure is.

Oh, I got... Wait, I got...

You got a minute?

Well, they want me back

for rehearsals.

Sullivan Show.

I've got autographs to sign.

- Champagne reception.

- Don't go away.

I cleaned it out, the house.

There's some stuff.

I put your stuff in a box.

What I thought you might want.

I don't know, Joy.

Just stick it out at the curb.

Llewyn, are you kidding?

Look at this.

You know what this is?

This is when you recorded

"Shoals of Herring" for Morn and Dad.

You... Whatever, you're

like 8 years old. It's so cute.

Well, see, Joy,

in the entertainment business,

you're not supposed to let

your practice sh*t out.

It ruins the mystique.

I'm sorry. I don't know a lot about

the entertainment business.

Yeah, well...

Don't be sorry.

No, no, no, I'll bring the cat up.

It's fine. I just, uh...

I can't today, as it turns out.

I can't bring her today.

Him.

- Him, him, yeah.

But I can get down there.

- He's hanging out at Jim and Jean's.

He's... He likes it there.

- He's fine. Believe me, he's fine.

Okay. But it's easy for me...

- No, no, no. They're not home.

Okay.

- They're never home.

All right.

Uh, so... Anyway,

I couldn't ask you to do that.

All the way down to the Village,

Mitch.

No, I'll bring her up tomorrow.

- Him. Him up tomorrow.

Right. Okay, good.

And remember to call Jim.

He said it was urgent.

Yeah, I doubt if it's urgent,

but I'll call him. Thanks.

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