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He turns and goes.
The proprietor watches him.
It is full night.
Moss is pushing open the door to his trailer. We see Carla
Jean inside.
CARLA JEAN:
Llewelyn? What the hell?
Moss enters and the door closes.
INT. MOSS' TRAILER - LATER
Carla Jean is finishing bandaging his arm.
MOSS:
Odessa.
CARLA JEAN:
Why would we go to Odessa?
MOSS:
Not we, you. Stay with your mother.
CARLA JEAN:
Well -- how come?
MOSS:
Right now it's midnight Sunday. When the courthouse opens
nine hours from now someone's gonna be callin in the vehicle
number off the inspection plate on my truck. And around nine-
thirty they'll show up here.
CARLA JEAN:
So... for how long do we have to...
MOSS:
Baby, at what point would you quit
botherin' to look for your two million
dollars?
Carla Jean stares, thinking.
CARLA JEAN:
What'm I supposed to tell Mama?
MOSS:
Try standin' in the door and hollerin:
Mama I'm home.
CARLA JEAN:
Llewelyn --
MOSS:
C'mon, pack your things. Anything
you leave you ain't gonna see again.
Carla Jean begins peevishly tossing things into a bag:
CARLA JEAN:
Well thanks for fallin' all over and
apologizing.
MOSS:
Things happened. I can't take 'em
back.
EXT. CATTLEGUARD ROAD - NIGHT
POINT-OF-VIEW THROUGH WINDSHIELD
It is night. No other vehicles on this paved road.
Our car turns off and rattles over a cattleguard.
Parked on the other side is a Ramcharger. Its passenger door
starts to open.
Outside:
Chigurh emerges from his Ford.The man emerging from the truck wears a Western-cut suit.
MAN:
Mind ridin' b*tch?
EXT. BASIN - NIGHT
THE RAMCHARGER:
Bouncing through ungraded terrain.
It stops and discharges the three men-the driver and his
partner, both in suits, from either side, and then Chigurh
from the middle seat.
They have pulled over at Moss's truck.
CHIGURH:
This his truck?
He is opening the door and looking at the plate riveted
inside.
MAN:
Mm-hm.
CHIGURH:
Screwgie.
The man reaches into a pocket and hands over a screwdriver.
As Chigurh works it under the plate:
CHIGURH:
...Who slashed his tires?
DRIVER:
Wudden us.
EXT. BASIN - NIGHT
A flashlight beam picks out the dog carcass.
DRIVER:
That's a dead dog.
CHIGURH:
Thank you.
Chigurh plays the flashlight around the scene. Dead bodies
on the ground.
CHIGURH:
...Where's the transponder?
MAN:
In the truck. I'll get it.
DRIVER:
These are some ripe petunias.
Chigurh gives his flashlight to the driver.
CHIGURH:
Hold this please.
He bends down and takes a 9 mm. Glock off of one of the dead
bodies and checks the clip. The other man is returning from
the truck. He hands Chigurh a small electronic receiver.
CHIGURH:
...You getting anything on this?
MAN:
Not a bleep.
CHIGURH:
All right...
Chigurh stands and holds his hand out for his flashlight.
The driver hands it to him. Chigurh shines it in his face
and shoots him through the forehead. As the man falls Chigurh
pans the light to the other man who has watched his partner
drop. He looks up, puzzled, and is shot as well.
EXT. BELL'S RANCH - MORNING
A horse trailer is backed up to a small stable with its gate
down.
Sheriff Bell, sixties, in uniform, slaps a horse on the ass
and gives it a "Hyah!" to send it clattering up the ramp and
into the trailer.
His wife, Loretta, appears. She wears a heavy robe and holds
a coffee mug.
LORETTA:
I thought it was a car afire.
BELL:
It is a car afire. But Wendell said
there was something back country
too.
LORETTA:
When is the county gonna start payin'
a rental on my horse.
BELL:
Hyah!
He is sending a second horse up into the trailer.
BELL:
...I love you more'n more, ever day.
LORETTA:
(unmoved)
That's very nice.
Sheriff Bell puts up the gate and pins it. She watches.
LORETTA:
...Be careful.
BELL:
I always am.
LORETTA:
Don't get hurt.
BELL:
I never do.
LORETTA:
Don't hurt no one.
BELL:
Well. If you say so.
EXT. CATTLEGUARD ROAD - DAY
The pickup with horse trailer rattles up next to a parked
squad car. Just beyond the cattle guard the Ford sedan is
blazing. Sheriff Bell gets out of the truck and joins his
deputy, Wendell, looking at the car. After a beat of staring:
BELL:
You wouldn't think a car would burn
like that.
WENDELL:
Yessir. We should a brought wieners.
Sheriff Bell takes his hat off and mops his brow.
BELL:
Does that look to you like about a
'77 Ford, Wendell?
WENDELL:
It could be.
BELL:
I'd say it is. Not a doubt in my
mind.
WENDELL:
The old boy shot by the highway?
BELL:
Yessir, his vehicle. Man killed
Lamar's deputy, took his car, killed
someone on the highway, swapped for
his car, and now here it is and he's
swapped again for god knows what.
WENDELL:
That's very linear Sheriff.
Bell stares at the fire.
BELL:
Well. Old age flattens a man.
WENDELL:
Yessir. But then there's this other.
He nods up the ridge away from the
highway.
BELL:
Uh-huh.
He walks back toward the trailer.
BELL:
...You ride Winston.
WENDELL:
You sure?
BELL:
Oh, I'm more than sure. Anything
happens to Loretta's horse I can
tell you right now you don't wanna
be the party that was aboard.
EXT. BASIN - DAY
The two men on horseback pick their way through the scrub
approaching Moss's truck. Sheriff Bell is studying the ground.
BELL:
It's the same tire tread comin back
as goin'. Made about the same time.
You can see the sipes real clear.
Wendell is standing in the stirrups, looking up the ridge.
WENDELL:
Truck's just yonder. Somebodies pried
the inspection plate off the door.
Bell looks up, circling the truck.
BELL:
I know this truck. Belongs to a feller
named Moss.
WENDELL:
Llewelyn Moss?
BELL:
That's the boy.
WENDELL:
You figure him for a dope runner?
Bell sits his horse looking at the slashed tires.
BELL:
I don't know but I kindly doubt it.
BASIN - DAY
BY THE BODIES:
The two lawmen are dismounting.
WENDELL:
Hell's bells, they even shot the
dog.
They walk towards the near truck.
WENDELL:
...Well this is just a deal gone
wrong.
Sheriff Bell stoops to look at casings.
BELL:
Yes, appears to have been a glitch
or two.
WENDELL:
What calibers you got there, Sheriff?
BELL:
Nine millimeter. Couple of .45 ACP's.
He stands, looking at the truck.
BELL:
...Somebody unloaded on this thing
with a shotgun.
WENDELL:
Mm.
Bell opens the door of the truck. Looks at the dead driver.
WENDELL:
...How come do you reckon the coyotes
ain't been at 'em?
BELL:
I don't know...
He shuts the door softly with two hands.
BELL:
...Supposedly they won't eat a
Mexican.
Wendell is looking at the two corpses close together, wearing
suits.
WENDELL:
These boys appear to be managerial.
Bell walks back toward the bed of the truck as Wendell
appraises:
WENDELL:
...I think we're lookin' at more'n
one fracas.
A gesture toward the scattered bodies.
WENDELL:
...Wild West over there...
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