dennis scharnberg

The twelve of them are tramping through a forest [framing shot from behind of a line of men, loosely two abreast]. The sun is just beginning to rise on a gray day, showing a standing mist close to the ground and a faint glow ahead. [Shot begins to track forward, following the men]. A fiddle is droning. No one speaks a word.

James Clay Archibald, Scenario.

“I found the crime scenes to be fascinating. I admit that. I mean, sometimes, I found myself being almost obsessive about it. Carefully sorting through cabinets and drawers, canisters, hampers, luggage. Even books. All that intrusion.”

Allison Cowling, The Night of the Detective.