You have to have somewhere to start, anon. We see in the movie the tracker only works to about 100ft or so. Without the truck being there, they have nowhere to even begin looking.
Going back to the scene is how they got on his tail very fast, without that it probably would've taken several days to find him. With the transponders though, it would not have been very long before they found him. Llewelyn did not even think to check the case even after he started running for his life, so without that additional motivation I doubt he'd bother to search it while they gradually combed the surrounding communities for a hint of a signal. They'd find him eventually.
>call the cops >wait for them to arrive >go home and frick my wife
The whole thing stank from the start, not worth getting your hands dirty with all that bs.
Anal sex with my wife
What, and have sex at the back of a trailer for the rest of your life? If you were in his situation you'd take the money too
It was 1980 moron. We were still experiencing stagflation in the economy, housing was expensive, like now sort of. My dad had a union job in 1980 and he was in a mobile home until about 1981 and bought the house my parents live in now.
No one wants to die horrifically, but if you must at least be dignified and go down like a man like Gaius Mucius.
Browns think they are our betters because they mistake cruelty for valor yet we outdid them in both historically.
Never seen anything as bad as boiling pots and breaking wheels which our ancestors endured daily yet we have to pretend like these shitskin apes are hard because they do some pseudo monkey ritual with heart ripping and impaling?
We conquered these mutt freaks with ease. We could do so again. They are unworthy of their lives and they fear this in the back of their mind. They can not defend against an atomic bomb from an air wing dancing the stratosphere/atmospheric limits.
Basically my life right now. I met a girl 10 years younger than me at work and we started dating. She was so eager to live together after a year of dating that she begged me to get a trailer so we can have our own place.
Would have took some of it but not the whole fricking case. What a dumbass move
You only say this because you live in 2023 and you have seen trackers in movies and shows and you know they exist and are in use. This movie was set in the 80s and I assure you NO ONE was thinking about trackers
He thought about a tracker after thinking long and hard about how Sugar could possibly have found him, correctly coming to the conclusion that he must have a way of tracking where the money's going. Without that context, he'd have never thought of a tracking device.
In the book, its said that Llewellyn is pretty good at math and he counted stacks and just did a quick summation in his head made a decent guess and moved on.
>NO ONE was thinking about trackers
If you're holding a bag with three million dollars in cartel money in it (roughly seventeen billion dollars in 2023 money) you'd best consider every angle.
>you'd best consider every angle.
Nowadays tracking devices are so small that they can insert a chip in between the strands of fabric that make up the money. Think you're going to find that? Would you even think to look that thoroughly?
i would've had my own bags and various containers in my truck, since that's how i would haul meat out after bagging an animal. i would've then dumped the money into my own bags and containers. at the very least i would have a backpack on me, and use that as a way to take the money. why would i want to carry a suspicous looking satchel/briefcase? someone might recognize it as their briefcase (yo homie, is that my briefcase?)
Well this is before America became a totalitarian hellhole so I would buy some dynamite, superior arms, and body armor, and take Ant man Sugar head on. Try to snipe him or get him to secure the suitcase then detonate the suitcase.
Really just the adventure of killing the guy with explosives would be satisfying enough for me.
Throwing homemade handgrenades at a bunch of beaner goobers would also be satisfying.
Pinche pancho your people were bred to bully slave children. You lose all stomach for violence when you have to contend with someone fighting back. The cartel has a 1:10 negative KDR against yucateca mutt conscripts
Carson was MACVSOG, no slouch, and he's spooked by Chigger. All for going Rambo, but with every advantage it's still going to be a coin flip that he doesn't take you with him.
He wasn’t even killed by sugarman he was ambushed by mexigroids due to terrible opsec.
The least this man could do is build one of those Anti ZOG bunkers the quasijeets use in Asia. Navy Seals do not come right out and say this, but they have a negative KDR against Afghan defenders in breach and clear operations because of these bunkers.
Imagine a bunch of manlet panchitos trying to breach essentially a pillowfort turned pillbox.
Carson was MACVSOG, no slouch, and he's spooked by Chigger. All for going Rambo, but with every advantage it's still going to be a coin flip that he doesn't take you with him.
He sure was special. Im starting to think the reason glowies keep so much shit classified isnt because of opsec but to hide the embarassment of how shit they are and how often they frick up.
>start counting money >notice strange device inside the case >go to gardening store and buy 20kg of TNT >bury the case in the desert next to TNT >bobby trap the site with SEARS ".22 alarm devices"
OH CAN YOU SEE
>call the cops >wait for them to arrive >go home and frick my wife
The whole thing stank from the start, not worth getting your hands dirty with all that bs.
Look for the tracker, remove it, and frick off to somewhere far away like NYC >but y-you wouldn't know about the beeper! You only do now b-because you watched the movie!
I'm extremly perceptive and my IQ would have allowed me to quickly infer that such a large amount of capital would in fact be comprimised by a tracker. I ain't no dumb redneck b***h with a moronic accent
>comprimised by a tracker
In the 80s these things were rather obscure. Chances are you wouldn't ever have heard of these things and even if you found it it would have taken you some time realize the devices connection with Sugar
was no country in the 80s? serious question. I remember that one hard ass at the border crossing asking him if he was a viet cong vet or something like that.
the only way to win is be just as uncaring as chigur. after you find out about the tracker, leave everything behind and start a new life. new wife, new name, possibly new country if you can.
Take the briefcase, check the money in case of tracers and get rid of the briefcase, hide the money, call the police anonymously to obfuscate the scent.
for me, I can not stop playing with large amounts of cash when it's around me. I would have found that gizmo under the tree before even taking it home.
Take the money. Hire a bunch of Mexicans and purchase a bunch of identical briefcases. Have them all meet at the agua truck and at the crack of noon they all grab a briefcase and take off running in different directions. Then I would hire Chigger to assassinate random sheriffs specifically over the age of 70.
I'm unsure if I would have taken the money. The thought of having to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life might not be worth it. Even if I was smart enough to search the money and ditch the tracker and nobody saw me take the cash. I would always be worried some bad dudes would track me down.
Same, I'd be overthinking things like crazy even if I managed to cover my tracks; like whether someone sees me when I took the briefcase, will they manage to identify the tire tracks of the truck I'm driving, will the agua man spill the beans to whoever else that found him, all that shit. Still take the money anyway though.
It's too risky for what money you get. It's still fundamentally stealing. And you don't steal from guys like that and get away with it. They'll devote ten or twenty times as much money just to punish a thief.
>It's too risky for what money you get.
2 million dollars in the 1980s is equivalent to over 7 million dollars today, it's enough to live comfortably without having to work for the rest of your life, even if you're in your 30s, like Llewelyn was.
>It's too risky for what money you get.
2 million dollars in the 1980s is equivalent to over 7 million dollars today, it's enough to live comfortably without having to work for the rest of your life, even if you're in your 30s, like Llewelyn was.
He would've been able to get a double-wide trailer and two years worth of lot fees, CASH, with that money.
A tracking device for that time would be rare and expensive enough to not be aware of. But after not going back to give Carlos water and discovering it, probably affix it to a commercial truck headed across the border. Then a dodgy lawyer to put the shit in trust, flying to wherever off shore if need be to get the ball rolling.
take the money, divide it up into 50 different bags and purses finding the tracker in the process, have my wife buy gold with the money as often as possible with different purses and disguises as not to draw attention, save the gold until we need money in the future and exchange as needed
It's true though that's why he and Chiggy behave so weirdly the sheriff was just coping and trying to come up with an explanation for all the senseless violence.
He kills Harelson pretty easily too, but it's what I would have done. I'm not gonna give some answer where I make it out alive and am smarter than the character in the movie, I've seen the movie, that's unfair. Straight up tho, dude finds me in the hospital and doesn't kill me when he had the chance, I'd accept the help. Working with him I'd have a better chance.
>"I married a beautiful woman and acquired a business from her old man for free with 0 financial risk on my end and you are some weird looking mother fricking with a homosexual hair cut trying to mock my life? I bet you don't even have an honest job yet here you are trying to make me flip a coin like some queer. Get the frick out of my store you homosexual hippy before I call the cops."
This is the one time Antons character doesn't make sense. It's like he turns into some Tyler Durden "I'm really just trying to help people help themselves and appreciate what they have" type.
Anton taught the nosy shopkeeper a lesson on minding his own fricken business. Boomers should not go around asking about people's numberplates or why I still have no fricken gf if they themselves do not welcome highly personal questions
Picked up one of the guns off the ground and shot the guy in the truck then wiped my prints off it
When I found the money I’d take it out of the suitcase and checked all of it for a tracker then used my shirt as a bag for it and walked a roundabout way home so my tracks disappear near a road I never used or something like that
don't remove any guns from the area
remove shirt and tie it up to use it as a bag for the money. this is to avoid disturbing the scene; as far as possible, nothing should be touched or moved
move money from bag to shirt; this would have resulted in finding the transponder. a sufficiently-paranoid person like me would have also assumed the bag itself had a tracker embedded in it, so even after finding it I would not have taken the bag
get new clothes and shoes of a completely different style, a backpack for the money, have new tires put on the truck
go to a park or campsite and burn old clothes/boots/hat and the currency bands on the bills, which may be identifiable
go home, collect all important documents, select a city in another state in which to meet wife later (Boulder, CO let's say for the sake of argument)
give wife a couple thousand dollars, tell her to use her maiden name at all times, have her drive to some other city and sell or abandon the truck. have her call her workplace and tell them that there's been a death in the family (as do I), so she won't be there for several days (and after several days, call again and tell them that she's quitting). have her take a taxi to an airport and fly to the agreed-upon city
I personally take buses/trains to said city
at this point you can basically do whatever you like; have names changed, move to yet another state, etc
It's hard not to get fricked in this situation >Ignore it >some other gay steals it >cartel gays begin searching for the stash, ask around and find out you were in the area >torture you thinking you have it when you don't
And I don't imagine it will go for you if you call the cops either.
I would take roughly half the money and would throw the rest of it in the air. Whoever came for the money would see a sizable sum scattered all around in the wind. For Llewellyn even like $50k would be a life changer
I would have opened up the case with the money and taken a long piss inside it then squatted over it and taken a long shit in the case on the money. Then whoever wants to take it has to handle my piss and shit and deal with the money becoming yellow piss papier mache haha good luck homosexuals!
No I want to got the guy to a hospital or call the police out there but I wouldn't have touched that fricking money ain't nothing out there but the cartel he knew exactly what that money was
Moss did a great job for most of his struggle, the thing that leads to his demise is not his fault, but the fault of a third party. In a similar way, any anon facing Moss situation would have to accept that they could also get screw by a random situation.
>Alright smartass, what would you have done?
id just kill anton sugar and keep the money
but probably i would run away like a b***h and after couple of days go back for the money which is exactly the time the sugar would arrived and asked me to flip a coin
Anton was the antithesis of "the man who waits for things to happen." He was "the thing that happens." The gas station man was the embodiment of passive living, and he pissed Anton off when he thought he could escape "fate" by playing more passive games about closing up shop. Contrast with the fat lady at the trailer park who told him to frick off.
>given Agua man Agua >then put him out of his misery >take like one or two handfuls of cash >leave the rest with the briefcase >go home
That's it. No one would come after me. Moss lost his life because he let greed take control of him.
No he literally lost it because his conscience nipped at him and made him go back. The natural thing to do with a satchel of money is to go through it and count the bills so you know how much there is. You could reasonably estimate by counting one bundle and then figuring how many bundles there are in the bag, but eventually you'll need to do a thorough count. And this would probably be within a couple days of finding it, most people probably wouldn't even wait one day. Llewelyn would've found the transponder whenever he got around to counting, and then he could get rid of it.
He knew to look for one after Chigur found him at the motel, so he'd know what it was and what to do with if he found it while counting.
I'd probably take a few racks off the top and go home, then regret my decision not to take the whole thing, go back later that night and die in a kino shootout.
Why couldn’t Anton defeat the fat lady power level? Did he recognize her power level outclassed his and backed away like a little pussy boy before she unhinged her jaws and swallowed him whole?
I would have gone back to that pool slags hotel room and pounded that sweet southern comfort.
Wouldn't have been gunned down in the doorway like a b***h that way
how good was the battery life in that tracker? it had been active for possibly weeks sending that signal 24 hours a day in something no larger than what a pair of aa batteries would fit into
All it has to do is broadcast a signal over a medium distance (a couple miles at most probably), which doesn't take a lot of juice. Even a modest battery could keep it working for months, easily.
>ignored it >shot me a deer >gone home >have a couple beers >frick my annoying cute wife >beat my annoying cute wife >go to bed >wake up next day >go to work >repeat
i count money by counting each bill, but even if i somehow missed the tracker, i would have separated and stashed the money in different locations so that if something happened i wouldn't lose the money all at once.
Wrong. If he'd never gone back out of compassion for the Mexican they'd have never found him.
the money bag still had the transponder in it, he was fricked regardless
I wouldn't have taken the money
You have to have somewhere to start, anon. We see in the movie the tracker only works to about 100ft or so. Without the truck being there, they have nowhere to even begin looking.
yeah but he was found even after he left the city
Anton and Carson know what they are doing
Because they knew who to look for.
If his truck is not at the scene, they have nothing. For all they'd know, one of the men at the shootout took the money.
it wouldn't be much of a movie but:
1) take the money out of the satchel
2) go home
3) don't tell anyone.
4) don't make unusually large purchases.
5) ???
6) PROFIT!!!
The tracker had a limited range. If instead of going back to give agua to the cartel guy he had just grabbed his wife and driven straight of the state, they would never have found him.
1. Examine the money, find the tracker. Put the tracker in a small box in a random dumpster on garbage day.
2. Place the money in a suitable container and bury it in a random spot in the desert, I'll memorize the latitude and longitude and leave a small marker that would look innocuous (like a cow skull but staked into the ground).
3. Wait a couple years, heat should have died down by then.
4. Go back and retrieve money.
Gone back with a big duffel sports bag and smaller backpacks inside and a canister of gas. Bag the money in seperate bags and find the tracker. Set fire to the Hispanic and his truck and the tracker. Drive east to the next big city out of the state. Rent a car and then drive further east and stash the money in seperate storage units or safety deposit boxes whatevers cheaper. Done.
Not gone back to give him agua? Wasn't that the reason he got caught?
Yes, he fricked up and paid the price.
this is what 100% of people would have done. how hard is it to not rely on character-must-be-moronic-to-jumpstart-plot
Honestly in 1980 how many people would even know those things existed, let alone a hick like Lewellyn?
>this is what 100% of people would have done
100% of lowly subhumans. Lewllyn felt guilty.
that wouldn't matter. the briefcase had a tracking device on it either way
should have just offered to pee into his mouth, and said "it's really not so different"
urine is 95% water, so you're basically correct
I would have used the money to hire someone to kill Sugar on my behalf.
This is what establishes Moss as a moral man, though.
the money bag still had the transponder in it, he was fricked regardless
I wouldn't have taken the money
You have to have somewhere to start, anon. We see in the movie the tracker only works to about 100ft or so. Without the truck being there, they have nowhere to even begin looking.
yeah but he was found even after he left the city
Anton and Carson know what they are doing
Because they knew who to look for.
If his truck is not at the scene, they have nothing. For all they'd know, one of the men at the shootout took the money.
that's true
This is why I always have a bottle of Baja Blast with me
he should just know people with internal bleeding are not supposed to drink water
Going back to the scene is how they got on his tail very fast, without that it probably would've taken several days to find him. With the transponders though, it would not have been very long before they found him. Llewelyn did not even think to check the case even after he started running for his life, so without that additional motivation I doubt he'd bother to search it while they gradually combed the surrounding communities for a hint of a signal. They'd find him eventually.
I would have been happy to just have the guns and coke
Gone home and fricked my qt3.14159 wife
What, and have sex at the back of a trailer for the rest of your life? If you were in his situation you'd take the money too
No. I'd appreciate I have a cute ass wife and a nice welding job. I guess it was the 80s he hadn't seen cartel videos like I have.
This. Those hombres get dirty.
Job couldnt have been that nice if he was living in a trailer now could it?
It was 1980 moron. We were still experiencing stagflation in the economy, housing was expensive, like now sort of. My dad had a union job in 1980 and he was in a mobile home until about 1981 and bought the house my parents live in now.
No one wants to die horrifically, but if you must at least be dignified and go down like a man like Gaius Mucius.
Browns think they are our betters because they mistake cruelty for valor yet we outdid them in both historically.
Never seen anything as bad as boiling pots and breaking wheels which our ancestors endured daily yet we have to pretend like these shitskin apes are hard because they do some pseudo monkey ritual with heart ripping and impaling?
We conquered these mutt freaks with ease. We could do so again. They are unworthy of their lives and they fear this in the back of their mind. They can not defend against an atomic bomb from an air wing dancing the stratosphere/atmospheric limits.
It's more so the flaying your loved ones alive than what they'd exactly do to me.
>he has family
They should put me into a suicide squad program and turn me loose on the Mexicans.
>Browns think they are our betters because they mistake cruelty for valor yet we outdid them in both historically.
>What, and have sex at the back of a trailer for the rest of your life?
YES YES YES YES!
Anton probably frick Moss's b***h as one last frick you to him.
We don't know what really happen before he left so I consider my theory as canon.
Basically my life right now. I met a girl 10 years younger than me at work and we started dating. She was so eager to live together after a year of dating that she begged me to get a trailer so we can have our own place.
So yeah.
Counted the money and found the tracker.
You only say this because you live in 2023 and you have seen trackers in movies and shows and you know they exist and are in use. This movie was set in the 80s and I assure you NO ONE was thinking about trackers
But he literally thought about a tracker. It was just too late.
He thought about a tracker after thinking long and hard about how Sugar could possibly have found him, correctly coming to the conclusion that he must have a way of tracking where the money's going. Without that context, he'd have never thought of a tracking device.
After they found him. Twice. The only difference was the case so naturally he's gonna search it to find out what the frick is going on
either way, once sugar id'd him, he was a dead man
its not even about looking for a tracker, I would count the money and check the bag just to make sure I knew exactly what I was carrying
okay, but how could you just not count the money in general? If I found a satchel of cash I'd be pretty damn excited to know how much I have
In the book, its said that Llewellyn is pretty good at math and he counted stacks and just did a quick summation in his head made a decent guess and moved on.
He did count the money, he just didn't go through every bundle to make sure they were all real. He counted the 10K stacks, not the individual notes.
No, I'd actually wanna know what was in the whole brief case. When i got home I would definitely count the money
>NO ONE was thinking about trackers
If you're holding a bag with three million dollars in cartel money in it (roughly seventeen billion dollars in 2023 money) you'd best consider every angle.
>you'd best consider every angle.
Nowadays tracking devices are so small that they can insert a chip in between the strands of fabric that make up the money. Think you're going to find that? Would you even think to look that thoroughly?
I wouldn't have to. I'd microwave the money and cook any electronics.
You know that destroys the electronics in the bills put there by the US Mint, right? You'll burn all your money.
>the electronics
It's a magnet strip. The only thing that uses those is a self-pay station, where you aren't putting 100 dollar bills into.
What do you think happens if you put that in a microwave.
that reminds me of when me and my friends would burn holes in money as an edgy statement
I used to draw wieners and ICP face paint on money
Same thing that happens when you microwave a spoon. Nothing. You fall for every meme? You don't microwave the whole stack, anon.
he was in vietnam, he knows about triangulation and radio signals and shit.
i would've had my own bags and various containers in my truck, since that's how i would haul meat out after bagging an animal. i would've then dumped the money into my own bags and containers. at the very least i would have a backpack on me, and use that as a way to take the money. why would i want to carry a suspicous looking satchel/briefcase? someone might recognize it as their briefcase (yo homie, is that my briefcase?)
Called the police
Snitch b***h
gay
You better watch your back tonight
Would have took some of it but not the whole fricking case. What a dumbass move
I would have listened to the cartel and that's what no one else did
Thanks Marilyn.
Well this is before America became a totalitarian hellhole so I would buy some dynamite, superior arms, and body armor, and take Ant man Sugar head on. Try to snipe him or get him to secure the suitcase then detonate the suitcase.
Really just the adventure of killing the guy with explosives would be satisfying enough for me.
Throwing homemade handgrenades at a bunch of beaner goobers would also be satisfying.
you would wind up getting put on a liveleak video within 15 minutes, internet tough guy
Pinche pancho your people were bred to bully slave children. You lose all stomach for violence when you have to contend with someone fighting back. The cartel has a 1:10 negative KDR against yucateca mutt conscripts
He wasn’t even killed by sugarman he was ambushed by mexigroids due to terrible opsec.
The least this man could do is build one of those Anti ZOG bunkers the quasijeets use in Asia. Navy Seals do not come right out and say this, but they have a negative KDR against Afghan defenders in breach and clear operations because of these bunkers.
Imagine a bunch of manlet panchitos trying to breach essentially a pillowfort turned pillbox.
Carson was MACVSOG, no slouch, and he's spooked by Chigger. All for going Rambo, but with every advantage it's still going to be a coin flip that he doesn't take you with him.
that is such a moronic acronym
What does it even mean?
Military Assistance Command, Vietnam - Studies and Observations Group
Spec ops shit
He sure was special. Im starting to think the reason glowies keep so much shit classified isnt because of opsec but to hide the embarassment of how shit they are and how often they frick up.
>start counting money
>notice strange device inside the case
>go to gardening store and buy 20kg of TNT
>bury the case in the desert next to TNT
>bobby trap the site with SEARS ".22 alarm devices"
OH CAN YOU SEE
Turn 360 degrees and walk away
Then you would be walking right into it, moron
nugay
What Charley Varrick from Charley Varrick (1973), which No Country for Old Men is a rip off of, did.
>call the cops
>wait for them to arrive
>go home and frick my wife
The whole thing stank from the start, not worth getting your hands dirty with all that bs.
Look for the tracker, remove it, and frick off to somewhere far away like NYC
>but y-you wouldn't know about the beeper! You only do now b-because you watched the movie!
I'm extremly perceptive and my IQ would have allowed me to quickly infer that such a large amount of capital would in fact be comprimised by a tracker. I ain't no dumb redneck b***h with a moronic accent
>beeper
I thought it was some metal piece and anton used like some kinda Geiger counter to track it down.
He got away, but later on the grandma unbeknownst to her gave him away to the cartels.
>comprimised by a tracker
In the 80s these things were rather obscure. Chances are you wouldn't ever have heard of these things and even if you found it it would have taken you some time realize the devices connection with Sugar
was no country in the 80s? serious question. I remember that one hard ass at the border crossing asking him if he was a viet cong vet or something like that.
It's set in 1980.
ty I couldn't remember. I thought it might have been but I remembered it was not cocaine in that truck it was brown dope.
Take a few stacks and leave.
It would have been THAT easy but he was a greedy mf
the only way to win is be just as uncaring as chigur. after you find out about the tracker, leave everything behind and start a new life. new wife, new name, possibly new country if you can.
>possibly new country if you can
A Country For Old Men?
You can't start a new country with just a few millions
sucked off the mexican in the truck and spit his "agua" back into his mouth and then go home
the real answers
The same until finding the tracker, after which I would put it somewhere I can ambush Cigurh, kill him, and escape. Probably somewhere in the country.
Take the briefcase, check the money in case of tracers and get rid of the briefcase, hide the money, call the police anonymously to obfuscate the scent.
Sleep in because I am now retired and get killed the next morning
greatest Cinemaphile thread of all time
for me, I can not stop playing with large amounts of cash when it's around me. I would have found that gizmo under the tree before even taking it home.
>90 degree heat
>having the cancer
I’m going to El Paso what am I in for
Utter and complete disappointment, frick El Paso.
any good bbq or shit like that? I’m from ohio
Food is decent. Venues are piss poor and theres not much to do.
thanks dudes
Chico's Tacos. It's not great but it's a unique and popular local chain.
mfw when I heard Luanne irl interview about the movie and she was having a Irish accent
super cute
should have gone for the baja blast, gringo
Take the money. Hire a bunch of Mexicans and purchase a bunch of identical briefcases. Have them all meet at the agua truck and at the crack of noon they all grab a briefcase and take off running in different directions. Then I would hire Chigger to assassinate random sheriffs specifically over the age of 70.
i believe chitwood is in his 60s
I'm unsure if I would have taken the money. The thought of having to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life might not be worth it. Even if I was smart enough to search the money and ditch the tracker and nobody saw me take the cash. I would always be worried some bad dudes would track me down.
Same, I'd be overthinking things like crazy even if I managed to cover my tracks; like whether someone sees me when I took the briefcase, will they manage to identify the tire tracks of the truck I'm driving, will the agua man spill the beans to whoever else that found him, all that shit. Still take the money anyway though.
It's too risky for what money you get. It's still fundamentally stealing. And you don't steal from guys like that and get away with it. They'll devote ten or twenty times as much money just to punish a thief.
but really what are they gonna do if the trail runs cold, send cartel scientists to document everything nah they'll forget about it very quickly.
>It's too risky for what money you get.
2 million dollars in the 1980s is equivalent to over 7 million dollars today, it's enough to live comfortably without having to work for the rest of your life, even if you're in your 30s, like Llewelyn was.
He would've been able to get a double-wide trailer and two years worth of lot fees, CASH, with that money.
Do nothing because the cops would catch Anton in five minutes
No they wouldn't have.
>bro let me just have my back turned to a murder suspect
this movie was filled with ass pulls
Buy my food at a supermarket like a civilized person.
dump out the cash in the bed of the truck incase there were snakes or scorpions inside
>taking water back to a dead man
The only thing he did wrong.
A tracking device for that time would be rare and expensive enough to not be aware of. But after not going back to give Carlos water and discovering it, probably affix it to a commercial truck headed across the border. Then a dodgy lawyer to put the shit in trust, flying to wherever off shore if need be to get the ball rolling.
I wonder, would Llewelyn survive should Sheriff Bell managed to get ahold of him?
This movie is the reason I search every large sum of money I find randomly in the desert
Hey Norm
Anal sex with my wife
take the money, divide it up into 50 different bags and purses finding the tracker in the process, have my wife buy gold with the money as often as possible with different purses and disguises as not to draw attention, save the gold until we need money in the future and exchange as needed
Not existed because Lewie was an imaginary character thought up by the sheriff.
Nice meme
It's true though that's why he and Chiggy behave so weirdly the sheriff was just coping and trying to come up with an explanation for all the senseless violence.
I would have taken Woody Harelson's offer.
Its already established that you would've been hunted down anyway for inconveniencing him
He kills Harelson pretty easily too, but it's what I would have done. I'm not gonna give some answer where I make it out alive and am smarter than the character in the movie, I've seen the movie, that's unfair. Straight up tho, dude finds me in the hospital and doesn't kill me when he had the chance, I'd accept the help. Working with him I'd have a better chance.
this. I probably would've attempted to bargain for my life by offering to give the money back, but sugar would kill me anyway. so who knows.
have some agua for the road
Go to the Winchester and wait for all this to blow over. Seriously, don’t steal from Cartel savages.
i think grabbing a few stacks of those hundos would've been safe enough.
carry water with me
I would get the frick out of there and call the police.
>"I married a beautiful woman and acquired a business from her old man for free with 0 financial risk on my end and you are some weird looking mother fricking with a homosexual hair cut trying to mock my life? I bet you don't even have an honest job yet here you are trying to make me flip a coin like some queer. Get the frick out of my store you homosexual hippy before I call the cops."
best line in the movie
that might be the response from an old texas boy who actually had friends. but clearly the store owner was a waste of oxygen.
This is the one time Antons character doesn't make sense. It's like he turns into some Tyler Durden "I'm really just trying to help people help themselves and appreciate what they have" type.
Anton taught the nosy shopkeeper a lesson on minding his own fricken business. Boomers should not go around asking about people's numberplates or why I still have no fricken gf if they themselves do not welcome highly personal questions
Asking about a license plate is not personal at all, it's on the outside of your vehicle. Anton was an autistic troll like me.
>C-c-call it
>the coin falls to the ground and rolls underneath some shelving
So, you're saying you married into it?
>walk around in texas threatening people
>nobody pulls out their own gun on him
Picked up one of the guns off the ground and shot the guy in the truck then wiped my prints off it
When I found the money I’d take it out of the suitcase and checked all of it for a tracker then used my shirt as a bag for it and walked a roundabout way home so my tracks disappear near a road I never used or something like that
don't remove any guns from the area
remove shirt and tie it up to use it as a bag for the money. this is to avoid disturbing the scene; as far as possible, nothing should be touched or moved
move money from bag to shirt; this would have resulted in finding the transponder. a sufficiently-paranoid person like me would have also assumed the bag itself had a tracker embedded in it, so even after finding it I would not have taken the bag
get new clothes and shoes of a completely different style, a backpack for the money, have new tires put on the truck
go to a park or campsite and burn old clothes/boots/hat and the currency bands on the bills, which may be identifiable
go home, collect all important documents, select a city in another state in which to meet wife later (Boulder, CO let's say for the sake of argument)
give wife a couple thousand dollars, tell her to use her maiden name at all times, have her drive to some other city and sell or abandon the truck. have her call her workplace and tell them that there's been a death in the family (as do I), so she won't be there for several days (and after several days, call again and tell them that she's quitting). have her take a taxi to an airport and fly to the agreed-upon city
I personally take buses/trains to said city
at this point you can basically do whatever you like; have names changed, move to yet another state, etc
Grab the money and put it in my own bag
check every wad of cash for tracking devices
don't go back for the agua
Llewellyn only died because he tried to cheat on his wife
Its firmly established in the book that he never cheats on her
I always bring agua with me when I go hunting in the desert so I would have not been in his situation to begin with
It's hard not to get fricked in this situation
>Ignore it
>some other gay steals it
>cartel gays begin searching for the stash, ask around and find out you were in the area
>torture you thinking you have it when you don't
And I don't imagine it will go for you if you call the cops either.
take the money to the local sheriff and tell him the location
Unironically would have transferred the money to a different case about five seconds after I picked it up.
Hired a israelite lawyer & accountant. Yould never touch me
>open up bag
>see money
>count money
>see tracker
>leave tracker
>go away
I would take roughly half the money and would throw the rest of it in the air. Whoever came for the money would see a sizable sum scattered all around in the wind. For Llewellyn even like $50k would be a life changer
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I would have opened up the case with the money and taken a long piss inside it then squatted over it and taken a long shit in the case on the money. Then whoever wants to take it has to handle my piss and shit and deal with the money becoming yellow piss papier mache haha good luck homosexuals!
You wouldn't be able to piss on the count of no agua
I would have investigated the money and used a different bag. Not because I'd think of a tracker in the 80s, but because why wouldn't you?
It's like it follows but for pseuds when you really think about it.
I wouldn’t have said a single thing to the Chigurh. I would have listened to what the case of money had to say. And that’s what no one did.
I would have got the guy water and left the money you know damn well you ain't getting no free money
No I want to got the guy to a hospital or call the police out there but I wouldn't have touched that fricking money ain't nothing out there but the cartel he knew exactly what that money was
I would have burried it underground, chicken mate
>jizz all over the bag
>tie it to the back of a wild deer
checkmate cartel
Moss did a great job for most of his struggle, the thing that leads to his demise is not his fault, but the fault of a third party. In a similar way, any anon facing Moss situation would have to accept that they could also get screw by a random situation.
Minded my own business
Snapped my finger and eliminate the thread
I would get killed because in 1980 I wouldn't think about trackers
in hindsight:
I would empty the bag in the car trunk and toss the bag away
I would have only taken enough money that I could carry on my person and got the hell out of there.
Count the money, thus finding the tracker.
>Alright smartass, what would you have done?
id just kill anton sugar and keep the money
but probably i would run away like a b***h and after couple of days go back for the money which is exactly the time the sugar would arrived and asked me to flip a coin
Anton was the antithesis of "the man who waits for things to happen." He was "the thing that happens." The gas station man was the embodiment of passive living, and he pissed Anton off when he thought he could escape "fate" by playing more passive games about closing up shop. Contrast with the fat lady at the trailer park who told him to frick off.
I would have removed the cash and placed the tracking device and the brief case on an east bound freight train.
>bardem was worried he wouldnt have sex for months because of the haircut
ooof haha months yowch
>Alright smartass, what would you have done?
rent a car and immediately start driving hundreds of miles way.
>given Agua man Agua
>then put him out of his misery
>take like one or two handfuls of cash
>leave the rest with the briefcase
>go home
That's it. No one would come after me. Moss lost his life because he let greed take control of him.
No he literally lost it because his conscience nipped at him and made him go back. The natural thing to do with a satchel of money is to go through it and count the bills so you know how much there is. You could reasonably estimate by counting one bundle and then figuring how many bundles there are in the bag, but eventually you'll need to do a thorough count. And this would probably be within a couple days of finding it, most people probably wouldn't even wait one day. Llewelyn would've found the transponder whenever he got around to counting, and then he could get rid of it.
He knew to look for one after Chigur found him at the motel, so he'd know what it was and what to do with if he found it while counting.
I'd probably take a few racks off the top and go home, then regret my decision not to take the whole thing, go back later that night and die in a kino shootout.
>count the money
>find the tracker
I guess the lesson was greed is good?
>what would you have done
all the heroin
Why couldn’t Anton defeat the fat lady power level? Did he recognize her power level outclassed his and backed away like a little pussy boy before she unhinged her jaws and swallowed him whole?
He heard the toilet flush and realized that he'd have to kill two people with no weapons which would have caused a loud commotion.
I would have gone back to that pool slags hotel room and pounded that sweet southern comfort.
Wouldn't have been gunned down in the doorway like a b***h that way
moved the money to a different bag
how good was the battery life in that tracker? it had been active for possibly weeks sending that signal 24 hours a day in something no larger than what a pair of aa batteries would fit into
All it has to do is broadcast a signal over a medium distance (a couple miles at most probably), which doesn't take a lot of juice. Even a modest battery could keep it working for months, easily.
>ignored it
>shot me a deer
>gone home
>have a couple beers
>frick my annoying cute wife
>beat my annoying cute wife
>go to bed
>wake up next day
>go to work
>repeat
i count money by counting each bill, but even if i somehow missed the tracker, i would have separated and stashed the money in different locations so that if something happened i wouldn't lose the money all at once.
I wouldn't have done anything. And that's what no one did.
checked the bag first, not gone back to give the Hispanic agua
isn't this more or less how budd died in kill bill 2
>white guy dies because of his compassion for others
many such cases
He died because of greed + stupidity (not checking the briefcase first).
Wrong. If he'd never gone back out of compassion for the Mexican they'd have never found him.
its basically a twist/modern good bad ugly premise with the gold, right?
yeah kinda, and probably some shit about God and fate also
i like that de-romanticization aspect of it. thats why the minimal presence of music works well into the whole schtick
Given him agua on the spot considering I'd probably bring some if I were hunting in the middle of the desert.
it wouldn't be much of a movie but:
1) take the money out of the satchel
2) go home
3) don't tell anyone.
4) don't make unusually large purchases.
5) ???
6) PROFIT!!!
Where was his canteen or coleman jug?
The tracker had a limited range. If instead of going back to give agua to the cartel guy he had just grabbed his wife and driven straight of the state, they would never have found him.
How sophisticated would a tracker even be in the early 80s anyway?
No idea, but in the movie it seemed barely useful until he within like a 2 mile range.
I wouldn’t have done anything
I would have listened
Something that no one did
1. Examine the money, find the tracker. Put the tracker in a small box in a random dumpster on garbage day.
2. Place the money in a suitable container and bury it in a random spot in the desert, I'll memorize the latitude and longitude and leave a small marker that would look innocuous (like a cow skull but staked into the ground).
3. Wait a couple years, heat should have died down by then.
4. Go back and retrieve money.
Gone back with a big duffel sports bag and smaller backpacks inside and a canister of gas. Bag the money in seperate bags and find the tracker. Set fire to the Hispanic and his truck and the tracker. Drive east to the next big city out of the state. Rent a car and then drive further east and stash the money in seperate storage units or safety deposit boxes whatevers cheaper. Done.