The bomb’s kitchen timer for is set for three minutes, an unidentified man plants it on a parked car and runs off. We then float above the buildings and witness two-and-a-half minutes of a leisurely stroll toward the Mexico/USA border, the car idly cruises down the Mexican side streets, coinciding with a (newlywed) couple’s stroll toward the same checkpoint. The blonde in the car: “Hey…Hey! I got this ticking noise—”

Although I strongly suggest you see Welles’ Touch of Evil first, see also Wolfcrow’s excellent analysis of the film’s other long shot, as nofilmschool’s Justin Morrow put it, “hidden in plain sight.”