老无所依No Country for Old Men Movie Script

杰瑞发布于20 Oct 11:54

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. 老无所依的剧情简介 　　美国德克萨斯州乡村，老牛仔Moss（乔什·布洛林 饰）在猎杀羚羊时发现几具尸体，几包海洛因和200万现金。Moss决定将毒品和现金占为己有，想以此改变自己的生活，谁知却遭到冷血杀手Chigurh（哈维尔·巴登 饰）的跟踪和追杀，陷入了逃亡的险境。 　　同时，当地治安官Bell（汤米·李·琼斯 饰）也在对一连串的杀人事件进行调查，并努力保护Moss的安全。但是，让Bell感到无力绝望的是，他使尽浑身解数也无法追踪到冷血杀手，Moss的生命安全也受到严重的威胁，Bell一边缅怀父辈们的光荣岁月，一边深感现实中老无所依的悲哀。

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.