Chigurh moves into the house, footsteps purposeful, avoiding the creaking of the wood beneath him. He sets the keys down on the kitchen countertop with a muted clink, the only sound he allows. He drifts down the hallway, pausing at the bedroom door.

The bedside light turns on, and after a moment of consideration, he exhales, a quiet release. The duffel bag drops by the door, heavy with cash. A payment, a conclusion. No words given, none required.

A debt paid in silence.