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。

Moss's finger tightens on the trigger.
Shot:
gunbuck swishes the point-of-view upward. Moss fights it back down.
The point-of-view through the sight finds the beast again, still staring at us.
The sound of the gunshot rings out across the barial.
Short beat.
The bullet hits the antelope:
not a kill. The animal recoils and runs, packing one leg.
The other animals are off with it.
MOSS:
Sh*t.
He stands and jacks out the spent casing which jangles against the rocks. He stoops for it and puts it in his shirt pocket.
EXT. ARID PLAIN - LATER Moss is on foot, rifle again slung over his shoulder, binoculars around his neck. He is looking at the ground.
An intermittent trail of blood.
断断续续的血迹。
Moss's pace is brisk. Distances are long.
He suddenly stops, staring.
On the ground is the fresh trail of blood, the glistening drops already dry at the periphery. But this trail is crossed by another trail of blood. Drier.
Moss looks one way along this older trail:
His point-of-view:
flatlands. Scrub. No movement. He looks the other way.
A distant range of mountains. No movement.
He stoops to examine the trail.
他弯下腰查看小路。
He paces it 'til he finds a print clear enough to give him the animal's orientation.
He stands and looks again toward the distant mountains. He brings up the binoculars.
His point-of-view:
landscape, swimming into focus, heat waves exaggerated by the compression of the lens.
Panning, looking for the animal.
Movement, very distant. The animal is brought into focus:
a black tailless dog, huge head, limping badly, phantasmal by virtue of the rippling heat waves and the silence.
Moss lowers the glass. A moment of thought as he gazes off.
He turns and heads in the direction from which the dog came.