Movies - No Country for Old Men
Characters
- Ed Tom Bell - Tommy Lee Jones
- Ellis (Ed Tom Bell’s father)
- Llewelyn Moss - The guy that finds the bag of money
- Carla Jean Moss - Llewelyn Moss’s wife
Quotes
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Ellis: What you got ain’t nothin’ new. This country’s hard on people. You can’t stop what’s coming. It ain’t all waiting on you. That’s vanity.
Ed Tom Bell: That man that shot you died in prison.
Ellis: Angola. Yeah…
Ed Tom Bell: What you’d done he had been released?
Ellis: Oh, I dunno. Nothing. Wouldn’t be no point in it.
Ed Tom Bell: I’m kindly surprised to hear you say that.
Ellis: Well all the time ya spend trying to get back what’s been took from ya, more is going out the door. After a while you just have to try to get a tourniquet on it. Your granddad never asked me to sign on as a deputy.
[first lines]
Ed Tom Bell: I was sheriff of this county when I was twenty-five years old. Hard to believe. My grandfather 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 lotta folks find that hard to believe. Jim Scarborough’d 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 oldtimers. Never missed a chance to do so. You can’t help but compare yourself against the oldtimers. Can’t help but wonder how they would have operated these times. There was this boy I sent to the ’lectric chair at Huntsville Hill here a while back. My arrest and my testimony. He killt a fourteen-year-old girl. Papers 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 that if they turned him out he’d do it again. Said he knew he was going to hell. “Be there in about fifteen minutes”. I don’t know what to make of that. I sure 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, “O.K., I’ll be part of this world.”
Ed Tom Bell: Here last week they found this couple out in California. They rent out rooms for old people, kill’ em, bury’ em in the yard, cash their social security checks. Well, they’d torture ’em first. I don’t know why. Maybe the television set was broke.
Ed Tom Bell: And this went on until… here, I quote: “Neighbors were alerted when a man ran from the premises wearing only a dog collar.” Can’t make up such a thing as that-I dare you to even try. But that’s what it took, you notice, to get somebody’s attention. Diggin’ graves in the backyard didn’t bring any.
[last lines]
Loretta Bell: How’d you sleep?
Ed Tom Bell: I don’t know. Had dreams.
Loretta Bell: Well you got time for ’em now. Anythin’ interesting?
Ed Tom Bell: They always is to the party concerned.
Loretta Bell: Ed Tom, I’ll be polite.
Ed Tom Bell: Alright then. Two of ’em. Both had my father in ’em. It’s peculiar. I’m older now then he ever was by twenty years. So in a sense he’s the younger man. Anyway, first one I don’t remember too well but it was about meeting him in town somewhere, he’s gonna give me some money. I think I lost it. The second one, it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin’ through the mountains of a night. Goin’ through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin’. Never said nothin’ goin’ by. He just rode on past… and he had his blanket wrapped around him and his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin’ fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. ‘Bout the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin’ on ahead and he was fixin’ to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold, and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up…
El Paso Sheriff: What’s it mean? What’s it leadin’ to? You know, if you’d have told me 20 years ago, that I’d see children walking the streets of our Texas towns with green hair and bones in their noses, I just flat-out wouldn’t have believed you.
Ed Tom Bell: Signs and wonders. But I think once you quit hearing “sir” and “ma’am,” the rest is soon to foller.
El Paso Sheriff: Oh, it’s the tide. It’s the dismal tide.
Ed Tom Bell: Carla Jean, thank you for coming.
Carla Jean Moss: Don’t know why I did. I told you, I don’t know where he is.
Ed Tom Bell: You hadn’t heard from him?
Carla Jean Moss: No, I ain’t.
Ed Tom Bell: Nuthin’?
Carla Jean Moss: Not word one.
Ed Tom Bell: Would you tell me if you had?
Carla Jean Moss: Well, I don’t know. He don’t need any trouble from you.
Ed Tom Bell: It ain’t me he’s in trouble with.
Carla Jean Moss: Who’s he in trouble with then?
Ed Tom Bell: Some pretty bad people. These people will kill him, Carla Jean. They won’t quit.
Carla Jean Moss: He won’t neither. He never has. He can take all comers.
Ed Tom Bell: [Ed Tom sighs heavily] You know Charlie Walser’s, got that place out east of Sanderson? Well, you know how they used to slaughter beeves, hit ’em right there with a maul, truss ’em up and slit their throats? Here, ol’ Charlie’s got one all trussed up, all set to drain him and the beef comes to, starts thrashing around. Six hundred pounds of very pissed-off livestock. If you’ll excuse the… Well… Charlie grabs the gun there, shoot the damn thing in the head, but with all the swingin’ and the thrashin’, it’s a glance-shot, ricochets around, comes back and hits Charlie in the shoulder. You go see Charlie, he still can’t pick up his right hand for his hat… The point bein’, that even in the contest between man and steer, the issue is not certain.
Ed Tom Bell: When Llewelyn calls, just tell him I can make him safe. ‘Course, they slaughter steers a lot different these days. Use a air gun. Shoots out a little rod about that far under the brain. Sucks right back in. Animal never knows what hit him.
Carla Jean Moss: Why are you telling me that, Sheriff?
Ed Tom Bell: I don’t know… my mind wanders.
Anton Chigurh: I’m looking for Llewelyn Moss.
Desert Aire Manager: Did you go up to his trailer?
Anton Chigurh: Yes, I did.
Desert Aire Manager: Well, I’d say he’s at work. Do you want to leave a message?
Anton Chigurh: Where does he work?
Desert Aire Manager: I can’t say.
Anton Chigurh: Where does he work?
Desert Aire Manager: Sir, I ain’t at liberty to give out no information about our residents.
Anton Chigurh: Where does he work?
Desert Aire Manager: Did you not hear me? We can’t give out no information.
Ed Tom Bell: Any word on those vehicles yet?
Sheriff Bell’s Secretary: Sheriff, I found out everything there was to find. Those vehicles are titled and registered to deceased people. The owner of that Bronco’s been dead 20 years. You want me to see if I can find out anything about the Mexican ones?
Ed Tom Bell: Oh, Lord no. Here’s this month’s checks.
Sheriff Bell’s Secretary: That DEA agent called again. You gonna wanna talk to him?
Ed Tom Bell: Gonna try to keep from him as much as I can.
Sheriff Bell’s Secretary: He’s goin’ back out there. Wanted to know if you wanted to go with him.
Ed Tom Bell: That’s cordial of him. Can I get you to call Loretta for me, tell her I’m going to Odessa to see Carla Jean Moss?
Sheriff Bell’s Secretary: Yeah, sure.
Ed Tom Bell: I’ll call her when I get there. I’d call her now but she’ll want me to come home and I just might.
Sheriff Bell’s Secretary: You want me to wait ’til you quit the building?
Ed Tom Bell: Uh-huh. Don’t wanna lie without what it’s absolutely necessary. What is it Torbert says about truth and justice?
Sheriff Bell’s Secretary: Oh… we dedicate ourselves daily anew. Somethin’ like that.
Ed Tom Bell: I’m gonna commence dedicatin’ myself twice daily. Might come to three times before it’s over with.
Ellis: Your daddy ever tell you how Uncle Mac come to his reward? Gunned down on his own porch over in Hudspeth County. Seven or eight of ’em come up there, all wantin’ this, wantin’ that. Uncle Mac went back in the house to get the shotgun. Well, they was ahead of him. Shot him in his doorway. Aunt Ella come out, tried to stop the bleeding. Uncle Mac all the while trying to get that shotgun. They just sat there on their horses, watchin’ him die. After a while, one of ’em said somethin’ in Indian and they turned. Left out. Uncle Mac knew the score, even if Aunt Ella didn’t. Shot through the left lung. And that was that - as they say.
Ed Tom Bell: It sound like these ol’ boys died of natural causes.
Wendell: How’s that, Sheriff?
Ed Tom Bell: Natural to the line of work they was in.