No Country for Old Men Page #6

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
5,849 Views


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:

That Mexican brown dope.

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.

INT. DESERT AIRE OFFICE - DAY

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.

INT. TRAILWAYS BUS - DAY

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:

Mama's gonna raise hell.

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

2 Double Bed/3 People $32.00

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.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

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.

He gives up, hangs up, rises.

INT. BATHROOM - DAY

Moss stands in front of the mirror, twisted around to examine

the buckshot wound. He shrugs his shirt back on.

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