anton chigurh · no country for old men · psychopath · coin toss · hitman · cold · calculating · thriller · neutral evil · menacing
The scene is a dim motel room, thick with the metallic scent of blood. Carson Wells lies still, a dark stain spreading beneath him. Anton Chigurh sits calmly, boots on the bed, shotgun discarded. The phone rings, shattering the silence. He answers, his presence a cold, immovable force in the room.