Amazon Prime Video original film No Country for Old Men was released November 9th, 2007.
#NoCountry made $171.6M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 93%
metacritic: 92
imdb: 8.2
oscars: 4 wins
golden globes: 2 wins
SAG awards: 2 wins
Anton Chigurh
Anton Chigurgh is a hit man for the cartels investigating a bad deal in West Texas.
Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role
1 win: 2008
Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role in any Motion Picture
1 win: 2008
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Supporting Role
1 win: 2008
“Step out of the car please, sir. I need you to step put of the car, sir. Will you– will you hold still, please, sir?” — Anton Chigurh
“How much? And the gas? What way would that be? What business is it of yours where I’m from, ‘friendo?’ Didn’t mean nothin’. I don’t know. Will there? With what? Is that what you’re asking me, is there something wrong with anything? You already asked me that. Hmm. See about closing. What time do you close? ‘Now’ is not a time. What time do you close?” — Anton Chigurh
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, do you? I said, you don’t know what you’re talking about. What time do you go to bed? You’re a bit deaf, aren’t ya? I said, what time do you go to bed? I could come back then? Yeah, you said that. You lived here all your life? You married into it. You married into it. Well, I don’t have some way to put it. That’s the way it is.” — Anton Chigurh
“What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss? The most you ever lost on a coin toss. Call it. Yes. Just call it. You need to call it. I can’t call it for you. It wouldn’t be fair. Yes, you did. You’ve been putting it up your whole life. You just didn’t know it. You know what date is on this coin? 1958. It’s been traveling 22 years to get here. And now it’s here. And it’s either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it. Everything. You stand to win everything. Call it. Well done. Don’t put it in your pocket. Don’t put it in your pocket. It’s your lucky quarter. Anywhere. Not in your pocket. Or it’ll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is.” — Anton Chigurh
“This his truck? Got a ‘screwgie?’ Who cut his tires? Yes, it is. Where’s that receiver? Hold this, please. You getting anything on this? All right. Give me that. I’m looking for Llewelyn Moss. Yes, I did. Where does he work? Where does he work? Where does he work?” — Anton Chigurh
“Is Llewelyn there? Expect him? How’d you find that?” — Anton Chigurh
Llewelyn Moss
“You hold still. Shit. Whoa. I ain’t got no water. I told ya I ain’t got no agua. You speak English? Where’s the last guy? Ultima hombre. Last man standing. There must have been one. Where’d he go? I reckon I’ll go out the way I come in. There ain’t no lobos. You stopped to watch your backtrack. Now shoot my dumb ass. But if you stop– you stopped in shade. Yeah. Hmm.”
“It’s full of money. At the gettin’ place. No. I found it. What? Quit your hollerin’. You don’t need to know everything, Carla Jean. Keep running that mouth of yours, I’m gonna take you in the back and screw you. Keep it up. That’ll work. All right. Yeah? Mmm, goin’ out. A little somethin’ I forgot to do, but I’ll be back.”
“I’m fixin’ to do somethin’ dumber than hell, but I’m goin’ anyways. If I don’t come back, you tell Mother I love her. Well, then I’ll her myself. You live in that house out back?”
“Odessa. No, not we. You. You stay with your mother. Look, right now it’s midnight Sunday. The courthouse opens nine hours from now. Someone’s gonna be calling in the vehicle number on the inspection plate on my truck. And around 9:30 they’ll show up here. Baby, at what point… would you quit bothering to look for your two million dollars? Why don’t you try standing in the door and hollering, ‘mama, I’m home! Come on, pack your things. Anything you leave you ain’t gonna see again. Baby, things happen. I can’t take ’em back.”
“I’m gonna buy a car from Roberto. I don’t want to register it. Look, I’ll call you in a couple days. Yes, I do. Well, I got a good one. So that oughta even out. Listen. You gotta quit your worryin’ so much. Mm-hmm. You should be used to that. Not anymore, Carla Jean. You are retired. Yes, ma’am. I shall return.”
“Take me to a motel? Someplace cheap. Hmm. Do what now? I’m just one person, so it don’t matter the size of the bed. Yeah, you got a pair of Larry Mahans, uh, shoulder, size eleven? All right. Y’all sell socks? Well, white’s all I wear. Bathroom? Don’t stop. Just ride me up past those rooms. Well, just drive me around. I wanna see if someone’s there. Keep goin’. Don’t stop. It’s all right. Take me to another motel. Look, you’re already in a jackpot, and I’m trying to get you out of it. Take me to another motel.”
“Yeah. Double-ought. Ya’ll got camping supplies? Mm-hmm. Well, something like that. Ah, never mind. I want a tent. The kind with the most poles. Ma’am. Uh, could I get another room? No, ma’am. I wanna keep my room and get another one. Yes, ma’am. And do you have a map of the rooms? Oh, thank you. Um, how ’bout, uh, 38? No, 38 will be fine.”
Carla Jean Moss
“What’s in the satchel? That’ll be the day. Where’d you get the pistol? Did you buy that gun? Llewelyn. What’d you get for that thing? I need to know that. Big talk. Fine. I don’t want to know. I don’t even want to know where you been all day.”
“Llewelyn? What’re you doing, baby? Goin’ where? What’re you gonna do? Your mother’s dead, Llewelyn.”
“Llewelyn? What the hell? Why would we go to Odessa? Well, how come? But for how long do we have to– what am I supposed to tell Mama? Llewelyn. Well, don’t fall down apologizing.”
“Why all the way to Del Rio? You can’t afford one. Promise? I got a bad feelin’, Llewelyn. Mama’s gonna raise hell. She’s just gonna cuss you up and down. I’m used to a lot of things. I work at Wal-Mart. Llewelyn. You are coming back, ain’t ya?”
Ed Tom Bell
“I was sheriff of this county when I was 25 years old. Hard to believe. My grandather was a lawman. Father too. Me and him was sheriffs at the same time– him up in Plano and me out here. I think he’s pretty proud of that. I know I was. Some of the old-time sheriffs never even wore a gun. A lot of folks find that hard to believe. Jim Scarborough never carried one– that’s the younger Jim. Gaston Boykins wouldn’t wear one up in Comanche County.”
“I always liked to hear about the old-timers. Never missed a chance to do so. You can’t help but compare yourself to the old-timers. Can’t help but wonder how they’d have operated these times. There’s this boy I sent to the electric chair at Huntsville here a while back. My arrest and my testimony. He killed a 14-year-old girl. Paper said it was a crime of passion. But he told me there wasn’t any passion to it. Told me that he’d been planning to kill somebody… for about as long as he could remember. Said if they’d turned him out, he’d do it again. Said he knew he was going to hell. Be there in about 15 minutes. I don’t know what to make of that. I sure do don’t. The crime you see now, it’s hard to even take its measure. It’s not that I’m afraid of it. I always knew you had to be willing to die… to even do this job. But I don’t want to push my chips forward… and go out and meet something I don’t understand. A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He’d have to say, ‘okay. I’ll be part of this world.'”
“What’s your situation? What? Oxygen tank? What the hell does he have that for? I’ll be down there in a bit. Where do you want me to put it?”
“It is a car afire. Wendell said there’s something in the backcountry too. Get up in there. I love you more and more every day. Always am. Never do. If you say so. Damn. Wouldn’t think a car’d burn like that. That look like about a ’77 Ford to you, Wendell? I’d say it is. Not a doubt in my mind. Yes, sir. His vehicle. Man killed Lamar’s deputy, took his car, killed that man on the highway, swapped for his car. Now here it is, and he swapped again for God knows what. Age will flatten a man, Wendell. Yeah. You ride Winston. Oh, I’m more than sure. Anything happens to Loretta’s horse out here, I can tell you right now, I don’t want to be the party that was aboard.”
“It’s the same tire tread coming back as going. Made about the same time too. You can see the sipes real clear. I know this truck. Belongs to a feller named Moss. That’s the boy. I don’t know. I kindly doubt it. Yep. Appears to have been a glitch or two. Nine-millimeter. couple of .45 A.C.P’s. Somebody unloaded on that thing with a shotgun. How come you reckon the coyotes ain’t been at ’em? Supposedly a coyote won’t eat a Mexican. It’s that Mexican brown dope. That’s possible. No. Probably I don’t. If it ain’t, it’ll do till the mess gets here.”
“Look at that lock. Gun out and up. I’m behind you. I believe you’re right. Probably must be. I don’t know. Oh. Now that’s aggravatin’. Still sweatin’. All right. But what do we circulate? Looking for a man who has recently drunk milk? I’m ahead of you there. I don’t know. He ought to. He’s seen the same things I’ve seen, and it certainly made an impression on me.”
“What was the bullet? Wasn’t no bullet? Well, Wendell, with all due respect, that don’t make a lot of sense. You said entry wound in the forehead, no exit wound. You tellin’ me he shot this boy in the head… and then went digging around in there with a pocketknife? I don’t either. Yeah, Maureen, you better had. Any new bodies accumulate out there? Well, then I guess I can skip it.”
Wendell
“Yes, sir. We should’ve brought wienies. It could be. The old boy shot by the highway? That’s very linear, Sheriff. Yes, sir. Then there’s this other. You sure? Somebody’s pried the inspection plate off the door on this un. Llewelyn Moss? You figure him for a dope runner? O.K. Corral is just yonder. Oh, hell’s bells. They even shot the dog. Well, this is just a deal gone wrong, isn’t it? What calibers you got there, Sheriff? I don’t know. These boys appear to be managerial. I think we’re looking at more than one fracas. Execution here. Wild West over there. Aw, these boys is all swole up. So this was earlier. Getting set to trade. Then, whoa, differences and– you know, might not even have been no money. But you don’t believe it. Well, it’s a mess, ain’t it, Sheriff?”
“Sheriff’s Department. We goin’ in? What about yours. Sheriff’s Department. I believe they done lit a shuck. That from the lock? So when was he here, Sheriff? Sheriff? Oh, Sheriff! We just missed him! We gotta circulate this on radio. Ah, Sheriff, that’s aggravatin’. You think this boy Moss… has got any notion of the sons of bitches that are huntin’ him?”
“The lab reports from Austin on that blood by the highway. There wasn’t no bullet. Yes, sir. Wasn’t none. No, sir. Yes, sir. Sir, I don’t wanna picture that. Rangers and the D.E.A are headed back out to the scene this mornin’. You gonna join ’em? No, sir.”
The Cartels
“Mind ridin’ bitch? Uh-huh. Mexican’s, I guess. Wasn’t us. That is a dead dog. I got it. These are some ripe petunias. Want it? Not a bleep.”
Terrell County, Texas / Del Rio
“Yes, sir, I just walked in the door. Sheriff, he had some sort of thing on him, like an oxygen tank for emphysema or something– and a hose that run down his sleeve. You got me. You can look at it when you get in. Yes, sir. I got it under control.”
“Howdy. What’s this about? What is that? What is that for?”
“Agua. Agua, por favor. Agua. Agua. Agua. Cierra la puerta. Hay lobos.”
“Sixty-nine cents. Y’all gettin’ any rain up your way? I’ve seen you was from Dallas. I didn’t mean nothin’ by it. Just passin’ the time. If you don’t want to accept that, I don’t know what else I can do for you. Will there be something else? Is something wrong? With anything? Will there be anything else? Uh, well, I need to see about closing now. Yes, sir. Now. We close now. Generally around dark. At dark.”
“Sir? Sir? Uh– somewhere around 9:30. I’d say– I-I’d say around 9:30. Why would you be coming back? We’ll be closed. Well, I got to close now. Yes, I do. This is my wife’s father’s place originally. We lived in Temple, Texas for many years. Raised a family there. In Temple. We come out here about four years ago. If that’s the way you want to put it. Sir? Oh, I don’t know. I couldn’t say. Call it? For what? Well, we need know what we’re calling it for here. I didn’t put nothin’ up. No. Well, look, I need to know what I stand to win. How’s that? All right. Heads then. Sir?”
“I thought it was a car afire. When’s the county gonna start paying a rental on my horse? That’s very nice. Be careful. Don’t get hurt. Don’t hurt no one.”
“Yes, sir? Did you go up to his trailer? Well, I’d say he’s at work. Do you want to leave a message? I can’t say. Sir, I ain’t at liberty to give out… no information about our residents. Did you not hear me? We can’t give out no information.”
“Got one in mind? You tell me the option. You pick the option goes with the applicable rate. This is Roberto’s Automotive. I’m not in right now. Please leave a message.”
“Hello? Llewelyn? No, he ain’t. Now why would I expect him? Who is this? Can I help you? I’ll check. Just white. What room? I-I– I don’t wanna get into some kind of a jackpot here, buddy. Why don’t I just set you down right here and we won’t argue about it? Let’s just call it square. Can I freshen that there for you, Sheriff?”
“12-gauge. You need shells? Yeah. That’ll give you a wallop. Tent poles? You already have the tent? You give me the model number on the tent, I can order you the poles. Well, what kind of tent? You wanna change rooms? Another. Additional? Well, yeah, we had a sorta one. Well, you can have the one right next to yours if you want– number 137. It ain’t took. That’s got two double beds.”
“No me mate. No me mate.”
