No Country for Old Men Page #6
A nod down at the two men in suits with head wounds.
WENDELL:
...Execution here.
Bell, at the back of the truck, wets a finger and runs it
against the bed and looks at it.
BELL:
Wendell strolls among the bodies.
WENDELL:
These boys is all swole up. So this
was earlier:
gettin set to trade.Then, whoa, differences... You know:
might not of even been no money.
BELL:
That's possible.
WENDELL:
But you don't believe it.
BELL:
No. Probably I don't.
WENDELL:
It's a mess, ain't it Sheriff?
Bell is remounting.
BELL:
If it ain't it'll do til a mess gets
here.
EXT. MOSS' TRAILER - DAY
AIR TANK:
We follow it being toted along a gravel path and up three
shallow steps to a trailer door.
A hand rises to knock. Tubing runs out of the sleeve and
into the fist clenched to knock. The door rattles under the
knock. A short beat.
The hand opens to press the nozzle at the end of the tube
against the lock cylinder. A sharp report.
INSIDE:
A cylinder of brass from the door slams into the far wall
denting it and drops to the floor and rolls.
Reverse on the door. Daylight shows through the lock.
The door swings slowly in and Chigurh, hard backlit, enters.
He sets the tank down by the door. He looks around.
He ambles in. He opens a door.
The bedroom, a messy aftermath of hasty packing.
The main room. Mail is stacked on the counter that separates
a kitchen area.
Chigurh flips unhurriedly through the pieces. One of them is
a phone bill. He puts it in his pocket.
He goes to the refrigerator. He opens it. He looks for a
still beat. He decides.
He reaches out a quart of milk. He goes to the main room
sofa and sits. He pinches the spout open and drinks.
He looks at himself in the dead gray-green screen of the
facing television.
Chigurh enters. Old plywood paneling, gunmetal desk, litter
of papers. A window air-conditioner works hard.
A fifty-year-old woman with a cast-iron hairdo sits behind
the desk.
WOMAN:
Yessir?
CHIGURH:
I'm looking for Llewelyn Moss.
WOMAN:
Did you go up to his trailer?
CHIGURH:
Yes I did.
WOMAN:
Well I'd say he's at work. Do you
want to leave a message?
CHIGURH:
Where does he work?
WOMAN:
I can't say.
CHIGURH:
Where does he work?
WOMAN:
Sir I ain't at liberty to give out
no information about our residents.
Chigurh looks around the office. He looks at the woman.
CHIGURH:
Where does he work?
WOMAN:
Did you not hear me? We can't give
out no information.
A toilet flushes somewhere. A door unlatches. Footsteps in
back.
Chigurh reacts to the noise. He looks at the woman. He turns
and opens the door and leaves.
Some of the passengers are getting out. Moss is up in the
aisle reaching a bag down from the overhead rack. He lifts
the document case from the floor where Carla Jean still sits
next to the window.
CARLA JEAN:
Why all the way to Del Rio?
MOSS:
I'm gonna borrow a car. From Eldon.
Carla Jean nods at the document case.
CARLA JEAN:
You can't afford one?
MOSS:
Don't wanna register it. I'll call
you in a couple days.
CARLA JEAN:
Promise?
MOSS:
Yes I do.
CARLA JEAN:
I got a bad feelin', Llewelyn.
MOSS:
Well I got a good one. So they ought
to even out. Quit worrying about
everthing.
CARLA JEAN:
MOSS:
Uh-huh.
CARLA JEAN:
She is just gonna cuss you up'n down.
MOSS:
You should be used to that.
CARLA JEAN:
I'm used to lots of things, I work
at Wal-Mart.
MOSS:
Not any more, Carla Jean. You're
retired.
CARLA JEAN:
Llewelyn?
MOSS:
Yes ma'am?
CARLA JEAN:
You are comin back, ain't ya?
MOSS:
I shall return.
EXT. MOSS'S TRAILER - DAY
Wendell is knocking at its door. Sheriff Bell stands one
step behind him.
WENDELL:
Sheriff's Department!
No answer.
BELL:
Look at the lock.
They both look. A beat.
WENDELL:
We goin' in?
BELL:
Gun out and up.
Wendell unholsters his gun but hesitates.
WENDELL:
What about yours?
BELL:
I'm hidin' behind you.
Wendell eases the door open.
WENDELL:
Sheriff's Department!
INT. MOSS' TRAILER - DAY
The men cautiously enter, Wendell leading.
WENDELL:
...Nobody here.
He lowers his gun and starts to holster it.
BELL:
No reason not to stay safe.
Wendell keeps the gun out.
WENDELL:
No sir.
He goes to the bedroom door as Sheriff Bell, seeing the lock
cylinder on the floor, stoops and hefts it.
He looks up at the wall opposite the door: the small dent.
Wendell pulls his head out of the bedroom.
WENDELL:
...I believe they've done lit a shuck.
BELL:
Believe you're right.
WENDELL:
That from the lock?
Sheriff Bell stands and wanders, looking around.
BELL:
Probably must be.
WENDELL:
So when was he here?
BELL:
I don't know. Oh.
He is at the counter staring at something.
BELL:
...Now that's aggravating.
WENDELL:
Sheriff?
Sheriff Bell points at the carton of milk.
BELL:
Still sweating.
Wendell is agitated.
WENDELL:
Whoa! Sheriff!
Sheriff Bell unhurriedly opens a cabinet. He looks closes
it, opens another.
WENDELL:
...Sheriff, we just missed him! We
gotta circulate this! On the radio!
Sheriff Bell takes a glass from the cabinet.
BELL:
Well, okay...
He pours milk into the glass.
BELL:
...What do we circulate?
He sits on the sofa and takes a sip from the milk.
BELL:
...Lookin' for a man who has recently
drunk milk?
Wendell stares at him.
WENDELL:
Sheriff, that's aggravating.
BELL:
I'm ahead of you there.
Wendell gazes around the trailer, shaking his head.
WENDELL:
You think this boy Moss has got any
notion of the sorts of sons of b*tches
that are huntin' him?
BELL:
I don't know. He ought to...
Sheriff Bell takes another sip.
BELL:
...He seen the same things I seen
and it made an impression on me.
EXT. BUS STATION CAB STAND - DEL RIO - DAY
Moss emerges from the station and goes to a cab.
As he sits in:
MOSS:
Take me to a motel.
CABBIE:
You got one in mind?
MOSS:
Just someplace cheap.
INT. DEL RIO MOTEL LOBBY - DAY
RATE CARD:
The rates for Charlie Goodnight's Del Rio Motor Court are
under its address of Highway 84 East and an ovalled AAA logo:
Single Person $24.00
Double Bed/Couple $27.00
2 Double Bed/Couple $28.00
Voices play off:
WOMAN:
You tell me the option.
MOSS:
The what?
WOMAN:
The option.
Wider shows that we are in a motel lobby. A woman faces Moss
across a Formica counter top She has handed him the framed
rate card.
WOMAN:
...You pick the option with the
applicable rate.
MOSS:
I'm just one person. Don't matter
the size of the bed.
Wide on the room. Twin-bed headboards are fixed to the wall
but only the far one has a bed parked beneath it. Moss sits
on the bed, phone to his ear. It rings a couple times.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
Moss stands in front of the mirror, twisted around to examine
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