Harry Caul plays his saxophone at home

Having spent his entire life engaged in audio surveillance, Harry Caul is made aware that his own space has been bugged. Desperate to find the the technological implant that has made it possible to do to him what he normally does to others, he literally deconstructs his apartment_object by object, floorboard by floorboard, until finally unable to find the device he sits, exhausted amidst the trashed ruins of his violated privacy.
Although he has dismantled every artifact, tested every appliance, and ripped down every piece of wallpaper, the "bug" Harry so desperately seeks has eluded him. But it is right "there" in the films final sequence, an extended hight angle shot, that slowly surveys the extent of the futile damage. Begining in an empty corner, it pans slowly and methodically to the left until it captures the broken saxophone playing man.


SURVEILLANCE HAS BECOME THE CONDITION OF THE NARRATION ITSELF