Ik ga alleen trouwen met een rijke vrouw en wel hierom:
At an isolated dusty crossroad. It is twilight. The Ford sedan that Chi-
gurh stopped is parked alongside the pump.
INSIDE
Chigurh stands at the counter across from the elderly proprietor. He
holds up a bag of cashews.
Chigurh
- How much?
Proprietor
- Sixty-nine cent.
Chigurh
- This. And the gas.
Proprietor
- Y'all getting any rain up your way?
Chigurh
- What way would that be?
Proprietor
- I seen you was from Dallas.
Chigurh tears open the bag of cashews and pours a few into his hand.
Chigurh
- What business is it of yours where I'm
from, friendo?
Proprietor
- I didn't mean nothin by it.
Chigurh
- Didn't mean nothin.
Proprietor
- I was just passin the time.
Chigurh
- I guess that passes for manners in your
cracker view of things.
A beat.
Proprietor
- Well sir I apologize. If you don't wanna
accept that I don't know what else I can
do for you.
Chigurh stands chewing cashews, staring while the old man works the
register and puts change on the counter.
- ...Will there be somethin else?
Chigurh
- I don't know. Will there?
Beat.
The proprietor turns and coughs. Chigurh stares.
Proprietor
- Is somethin wrong?
Chigurh
- With what?
Proprietor
- With anything?
Chigurh
- Is that what you're asking me? Is there
something wrong with anything?
The proprietor looks at him, uncomfortable, looks away.
Proprietor
- Will there be anything else?
Chigurh
- You already asked me that.
Proprietor
- Well... I need to see about closin.
Chigurh
- See about closing.
Proprietor
- Yessir.
Chigurh
- What time do you close?
Proprietor
- Now. We close now.
Chigurh
- Now is not a time. What time do you
close.
Proprietor
- Generally around dark. At dark.
Chigurh stares, slowly chewing.
Chigurh
- You don't know what you're talking
about, do you?
Proprietor
- Sir?
Chigurh
- I said you don't know what you're
talking about.
Chigurh chews.
- ...What time do you go to bed.
Proprietor
- Sir?
Chigurh
- You're a bit deaf, aren't you? I said
what time do you go to bed.
Proprietor
- Well...
A pause.
- ...I'd say around nine-thirty. Some-
where around nine-thirty.
Chigurh
- I could come back then.
Proprietor
- Why would you be comin back? We'll be
closed.
Chigurh
- You said that.
He continues to stare, chewing.
Proprietor
- Well... I need to close now -
Chigurh
- You live in that house behind the store?
Proprietor
- Yes I do.
Chigurh
- You've lived here all your life?
A beat.
Proprietor
- This was my wife's father's place. Ori-
ginally.
Chigurh
- You married into it.
Proprietor
- We lived on Temple Texas for many years.
Raised a family there. In Temple. We
come out here about four years ago.
Chigurh
- You married into it.
Proprietor
- ...If that's the way you wanna put it.
Chigurh
- I don't have some way to put it. That's
the way it is. He finishes the cashews and wads the packet and sets in on the counter
where it begins to slowly unkink. The proprietor's eyes have tracked
the packet. Chigurh's eyes stay on the proprietor.