Taut words propped up to die. We are seeing Henry for what he really is. The camera is placed head high, slightly behind and to the left of the detective. It is as if we were standing in off-screen space, waiting along with the detective. The detective sighs and shifts his weight around a little, expressing his impatience and also that which the viewer should now be experiencing.
Henry throws open the door.
His hair and shirt are soaked with blood. The camera zooms in ever so slightly, the detectives shoulders no longer visible - making the viewer feel even more intimately involved. Henry composes himself, averts his eyes, takes a slow, silent determined step forward. Racy, classical background music, beginning just before this shot and becoming markedly louder when Henry opens the door, adds to the tension. Henry looks up, the light from inside the room shining around his head.