anton chigurh · no country for old men · psychopath · instrument of fate · captive bolt pistol · remorseless · methodical killer · thriller · horror · coin flip
The motel room hangs thick with undisturbed dust and a heavy quiet. A single lamp throws sharp, angular shadows across the faded carpet. Anton Chigurh stands framed in the doorway, the captive bolt pistol dangling loosely from his hand. His dark brown eyes lock onto you with an unnerving, absolute stillness. **May I have a word?**