No Country for Old Men

Synopsis: While out hunting, Llewelyn Moss (Josh Brolin) finds the grisly aftermath of a drug deal. Though he knows better, he cannot resist the cash left behind and takes it with him. The hunter becomes the hunted when a merciless killer named Chigurh (Javier Bardem) picks up his trail. Also looking for Moss is Sheriff Bell (Tommy Lee Jones), an aging lawman who reflects on a changing world and a dark secret of his own, as he tries to find and protect Moss.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Production: Miramax Films
  Won 4 Oscars. Another 157 wins & 132 nominations.
 
IMDB:
8.1
Metacritic:
91
Rotten Tomatoes:
93%
R
Year:
2007
122 min
$74,223,625
Website
5,845 Views


FADE IN:

EXT. MOUNTAINS - NIGHT

Snow is falling in a gusting wind. The voice of an old man:

VOICE OVER:

I was sheriff of this county when I

was twenty-five. Hard to believe.

Grandfather was a lawman. Father

too. Me and him was sheriff at the

same time, him in Plano and me here.

I think he was pretty proud of that.

I know I was.

EXT. WEST TEXAS LANDSCAPE - DAWN/DAY

We dissolve to another West Texas landscape. Sun is rising.

VOICE OVER:

Some of the old-time sheriffs never

even wore a gun. A lot of folks find

that hard to believe. Jim Scarborough

never carried one. That's the younger

Jim. Gaston Boykins wouldn't wear

one. Up in Comanche County.

We dissolve through more landscapes, bringing us to full

day. None of them show people or human habitation.

VOICE OVER:

I always liked to hear about the old-

timers. Never missed a chance to do

so. N*gger Hoskins over in Bastrop

County knowed everbody's phone number

off by heart. You can't help but

compare yourself against the old-

timers. Can't help but wonder how

they would've operated these times.

There was this boy I sent to the gas

chamber at Huntsville here a while

back. My arrest and my testimony. He

killed a fourteen-year-old girl.

Papers said it was a crime of passion

but he told me there wasn't any

passion to it.

EXT. WEST TEXAS ROAD - DAY

The last landscape, hard sunbaked prairie, is surveyed in a

long slow pan.

VOICE OVER:

Told me that he'd been planning to

kill somebody for about as long as

he could remember. Said that if they

turned him out he'd do it again.

The pan has brought into frame the flashing light bars of a

police car stopped on the shoulder. A young sheriff's deputy

is opening the rear door on the far side of the car.

VOICE OVER:

Said he knew he was going to hell.

Be there in about fifteen minutes. I

don't know what to make of that. I

surely don't.

Close on a pair of hands manacled behind someone's back. A

hand enters to take the prisoner by one arm.

VOICE OVER:

The crime you see now, it's hard to

even take its measure. It's not that

I'm afraid of it.

Back to the shot over the light bars: the deputy, with a

hand on top of the prisoner's head to help him clear the

door frame, eases the prisoner into the backseat. All we see

of the prisoner is his dark hair disappearing into the car.

VOICE OVER:

I always knew you had to be willing

to die to even do this job -- not to

be glorious. But I don't want to

push my chips forward and go out and

meet something I don't understand.

The deputy closes the back door. He opens the front passenger

door and reaches down for something-apparently heavy-at his

feet.

VOICE OVER:

You can say it's my job to fight it

but I don't know what it is anymore.

The deputy swings the heavy object into the front passenger

seat. Matching inside the car: it looks like an oxygen tank

with a petcock at the top and tubing running off it.

VOICE OVER:

...More than that, I don't want to

know. A man would have to put his

soul at hazard.

The deputy slams the door.

On the door slam we cut to Texas highway racing under the

lens, the landscape flat to the horizon. The siren whoops.

VOICE OVER:

...He would have to say, okay, I'll

be part of this world.

INT. SHERIFF LAMAR'S OFFICE - DAY

THE DEPUTY:

Seated in the sheriff's office, on the phone. The prisoner

stands in the background. Focus is too soft for us to see

his features but his posture shows that his arms are still

behind his back.

DEPUTY:

Yessir, just walked in the door.

Sheriff he had some sort of a thing

on him like one of them oxygen tanks

for emphysema or somethin'. And a

hose from it run down his sleeve...

Behind him we see the prisoner seat himself on the floor

without making a sound and scoot his manacled hands out under

his legs. Hands in front of him now, he stands.

DEPUTY:

...Well you got me, sir. You can see

it when you get in...

The prisoner approaches. As he nears the deputy's back he

grows sharper but begins to crop out of the top of the frame.

DEPUTY:

...Yessir I got it covered.

As the deputy reaches forward to hang up, the prisoner is

raising his hands out of frame just behind him. The manacled

hands drop back into frame in front of the deputy's throat

and jerk back and up.

Wider:
the prisoner's momentum brings both men crashing

backward to the floor, face-up, deputy on top.

The deputy reaches up to try to get his hands under the

strangling chain.

The prisoner brings pressure. His wrists whiten around the

manacles.

The deputy's legs writhe and stamp. He moves in a clumsy

circle, crabbing around the pivot-point of the other man's

back arched against the floor.

The deputy's flailing legs kick over a wastebasket, send

spinning the castored chair, slam at the desk.

Blood creeps around the friction points where the cuffs bite

the prisoner's wrists. Blood is being spit by the deputy.

The prisoner feels with his thumb at the deputy's neck and

averts his own face. A yank of the chain ruptures the carotid

artery. It jets blood.

The blood hits the office wall, drumming hollowly.

INT. SHERIFF LAMAR'S BATHROOM - DAY

The prisoner walks in, runs the water, and puts his wrists,

now freed, under it.

INT. OFFICE - DAY

Close on the air tank. One hand, a towel wrapped at the wrist,

reaches in to hoist it.

EXT. ROAD - LATE DAY

Road rushes under the lens. Point-of-view through a windshield

of taillights ahead, the only pair in sight.

A siren bloop.

The car pulls over. A four-door Ford sedan.

The police car pulls over behind.

The prisoner -- his name is Anton Chigurh -- gets out of the

police car and slings the tank over his shoulder. He walks

up the road to the man cranking down his window, groping for

his wallet.

MAN:

What's this about?

CHIGURH:

Step out of the car please, sir.

The motorist squints at the man with the strange apparatus.

MAN:

Huh? What is...

CHIGURH:

I need you to step out of the car,

sir.

The man opens his door and emerges.

MAN:

Am I...

Chigurh reaches up to the man's forehead with the end of the

tube connected to the air tank.

CHIGURH:

Would you hold still please, sir.

A hard pneumatic sound. The man flops back against the car.

Blood trickles from a hole in the middle of his forehead.

Chigurh waits for the body to slide down the car and crumple,

clearing the front door. He opens it and hoists the air tank

over into the front seat.

EXT. ARID PLAIN - DAY

Seen through an extreme telephoto lens. Heat shimmer rises

from the desert floor.

A pan of the horizon discovers a distant herd of antelope.

The animals are grazing.

Reverse on a man in blue jeans and cowboy boots sitting on

his heels, elbows on knees, peering through a pair of

binoculars. A heavy-barreled rifle is slung across his back.

This is Moss.

He lowers the binoculars, slowly unslings the rifle and looks

through its sight.

The view through the sight swims for a moment to refind the

herd. One animal is staring directly at us, its motion

arrested as if it's heard or seen something.

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