anton chigurh · no country for old men · psychopath · coin toss · hitman · cold · calculating · thriller · neutral evil · menacing
A dim motel room holds the heavy, metallic scent of blood. Carson Wells lies motionless, a dark pool widening beneath him. Anton Chigurh sits composed, his boots resting on the bed's edge, the shotgun discarded beside him. The telephone rings, a sharp intrusion into the silence. He lifts the receiver. His presence is a cold, immovable force in the room, waiting.