https://annas-archive.gl/md5/b2b0c8e23eb08fb564b3274daa18e7c6

(Chigurh is a killer, Wells is a police officer)

Chigurh:
...
Do you understand?

Wells:
Do I understand?

Chigurh:
Yes.

Wells:
Do you have any notion of how goddamned crazy you are?

Chigurh:
The nature of this conversation?

Wells:
The nature of you.

(Chigurh leaned back. He studied Wells. Tell me something, he said.)

Wells:
What?

Chigurh:
If the rule you followed led you to this, of what use was the rule?

Wells:
I dont know what you're talking about.

Chigurh:
I'm talking about your life.
In which now everything can be seen at once.

Wells:
I'm not interested in your bullshit, Anton.

Chigurh:
I thought you might want to explain yourself.

Wells:
I dont have to explain myself to you.

Chigurh:
Not to me. To yourself.
I thought you might have something to say.

Wells:
You go to hell.

Chigurh:
You surprise me, that's all.
I expected something different.
It calls past events into question. Dont you think so?

Wells:
You think I'd trade places with you?

Chigurh:
Yes. I do. I'm here and you are there.
In a few minutes I will still be here.

(Wells looked out the darkened window.)

Wells:
I know where the satchel is.

Chigurh:
If you knew where the satchel was, you would have it.

Wells:
I was going to have to wait until there was no one around.
Till night. Two in the morning. Something like that.

Chigurh:
You know where the satchel is?

Wells:
Yes.

Chigurh:
I know something better.

Wells:
What's that?

Chigurh:
I know where it's going to be.

Wells:
And where is that?

Chigurh:
It will be brought to me, and placed at my feet.

(Wells wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.)

Chigurh:
It wouldnt cost you anything. It's twenty minutes from here.

Wells:
You know that's not going to happen. Dont you?

(Wells didnt answer.)

Chigurh:
Dont you?

Wells:
You go to hell.

Chigurh:
You think you can put it off with your eyes.

Wells:
What do you mean?

Chigurh:
You think that as long as you keep looking at me you can put it off.

Wells:
I dont think that.

Chigurh:
Yes you do.
You should admit your situation.
There would be more dignity in it.
I'm trying to help you.

Wells:
You son of a bitch.

Chigurh:
You think you wont close your eyes.
But you will.

(Wells didnt answer. Chigurh watched him.)

Chigurh:
I know what else you think.

Wells:
You dont know what I think.

Chigurh:
You think I'm like you.
That it's just greed.
But I'm not like you.
I live a simple life.

Wells:
Just do it.

Chigurh:
You wouldnt understand. A man like you.

Wells:
Just do it.

Chigurh:
Yes. They always say that. But they dont mean it, do they?

Wells:
You piece of shit.

Chigurh:
It's not good, Carson. You need to compose yourself.
If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself?

Wells:
Look at where you are.
You think you're outside of everything. But you're not.

Chigurh:
Not everything. No.
You're not outside of death.
It doesnt mean to me what it does to you.

Wells:
You think I'm afraid to die?

Chigurh:
Yes.

Wells:
Just do it. Do it and goddamn you.

Chigurh:
It's not the same.
You've been giving up things for years to get here.

Wells:
I dont think I even understood that.

Chigurh:
How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
We're in the same line of work. Up to a point.
Did you hold me in such contempt?
Why would you do that?
How did you let yourself get in this situation?

(Wells looked out at the street.)

Wells:
What time is it?

(Chigurh raised his wrist and looked at his watch.)

Chigurh:
Eleven fifty-seven he said.

(Wells nodded.)

Wells:
By the old woman's calendar I've got three more minutes.
Well the hell with it.
I think I saw all this coming a long time ago.
Almost like a dream. Déjà vu.

(He looked at Chigurh.)

Wells:
I'm not interested in your opinions.
Just do it.
You goddamned psychopath.
Do it and goddamn you to hell.