No Country for Old Men Page #5

Moss is just arriving. He throws in the document case, the

rifle and the machine pistol, climbs into the cab and slams

the door.

EXT. DESERT AIRE TRAILER PARK - TWILIGHT

Moss's truck pulls into a trailer park that sits alongside

the highway on the outskirts of Sanderson, Texas. An old

sign with a neon palm tree identifies the park as the Desert

Aire.

Moss gets out of the truck next to a double-wide. Lights

glow inside. He takes the case and machine pistol, gets down

on his back next to the trailer and scoots underneath it.

His point-of-view: plywood and plastic pipes. He pulls some

insulation aside and crams the machine pistol up under the

pipes.

INT. TRAILER - NIGHT

Moss enters carrying the document case. A twentysomething

woman in cutoff jeans and a halter top watches TV. This is

Carla Jean.

CARLA JEAN:

What's in the satchel?

MOSS:

It's full a money.

CARLA JEAN:

That'll be the day.

Moss is crossing to a back bedroom. Before he disappears

inside Carla Jean sees the pistol stuck in the back of his

waistband.

CARLA JEAN:

...Where'd you get the pistol?

MOSS:

At the gettin' place.

He emerges without the case or the gun and crosses to the

refrigerator. He takes a beer from the refrigerator and peels

its pulltab.

CARLA JEAN:

Did you buy that gun?

MOSS:

No. I found it.

CARLA JEAN:

Llewelyn!

MOSS:

What? Quit hollerin'.

He walks back sipping the beer and sprawls on the couch.

CARLA JEAN:

What'd you give for that thing?

MOSS:

You don't need to know everthing,

Carla Jean.

CARLA JEAN:

I need to know that.

MOSS:

You keep running that mouth I'm gonna

take you in the back and screw you.

CARLA JEAN:

Big talk.

MOSS:

Just keep it up.

CARLA JEAN:

Fine. I don't wanna know. I don't

even wanna know where you been all

day.

MOSS:

That'll work.

INT. TRAILER BEDROOM - NIGHT

We are drifting down toward Moss as he lies in bed next to

Carla Jean. He lies still, eyes closed, but he is shaking

his head. As the camera stops he opens his eyes, grimacing.

MOSS:

All right.

He looks at the bedside clock.

Its LED display:
1:06.

He swings his legs off the bed, looks back at Carla Jean,

and pulls the blanket up over her shoulder.

INT. TRAILER KITCHEN - NIGHT

Close on a gallon jug as Moss hold it under the tap, filling

it with water.

Carla Jean appears in the doorway, looking sleepy.

CARLA JEAN:

Llewelyn.

MOSS:

Yeah.

CARLA JEAN:

What're you doin', baby?

MOSS:

Goin' out.

CARLA JEAN:

Goin' where?

MOSS:

Somethin' I forgot to do. I'll be

back.

CARLA JEAN:

What're you goin' to do?

Moss turns from the sink, screwing the top onto the jug.

MOSS:

I'm fixin' to do somethin' dumbern

hell but I'm goin' anyways.

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