One continuous shot, no cuts, slow gentle push-in through the glass toward the b

One continuous shot, no cuts, slow gentle push-in through the glass toward the bald man in the grey suit seated in the steel chair inside the glass booth on the right. He stays seated the whole time, looks down at his open right hand resting on the armrest and speaks quietly a few words, lost in a memory, slight sad smile. The man in the burgundy jacket on the left stays still, listening, mouth...