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:
I'm not going to hurt you. I need you to -- The windshield stars.
A quick second round pushes part of the windshield in.
Rounds come in without pause, cracking sheet metal, blowing the cab's rear window into the truckbed, twisting the rear- view.
A round seems to have caught the driver in the throat:
a gurgling scream as he claws at his windpipe, blowing out blood.
Moss, quicker to react, has already ducked below the dash.
A snap of the driver's head and a new freshet of blood from a shot to the head. The screams turn to low gurgles.
Moss, jammed almost in to the driver's lap, frantically gropes for the shift.
He throws the pickup into drive and stamps at the accelerator, driving blind as bullets continue to pour in.
He raises his head enough to see his side-view. It shows sluing, bouncing, empty street, rough guide for steering.
A tremendous jounce up onto the curb then off it, the driver's body swaying in its restraint.
The passenger side window shatters:
we are passing the gunman. Now Moss sits up to steer looking out front. Behind him through the shot-out back window the dark street is suddenly punctured by muzzleflash. It comes, for the first time, with
a report:
the low chug of the muted shotgun. Rattle of shot against sheet metal.
Moss floors the gas to roar into a turn. The street sweeping out of view behind him produces one more chugging muzzleflash.
EXT. EAGLE PASS STREET - NIGHT The pickup bounces but Moss, sitting fully up, can now steer.
He goes half the length of the block and then yanks the wheel hard, braking. The pickup smashes a parked car and jacks around to a halt.
Moss emerges from the pickup with his shotgun and goes to the sidewalk and backtracks. He covers behind a parked car.
He sits leaning back against the car, waiting.
His point-of-view:
his own reflection in the facing storefront, a lot of the driver's blood on him.
He sinks lower.
A long beat.
Footsteps. They approach without hurry.
A gritty boot turn at the corner. The footsteps come closer still.
They pass and recede toward the pickup.
We cut to Chigurh approaching the pickup, shotgun held at ease across his body.
He slows.