Lafayette, Louisiana, 1951
Vice President Walborough's face is reflected in the blank mahogany table. His lips barely move when he talks. But they are more alive than his eyes. A precarious case. A secret case. Keep it out of the public eye. Keep it away from the press and keep the press away from it.
- Hey Collins, I think he's coming now.
- Wait a minute... Yeah, it sounds like a Chrysler.
- You're so full of shit Carver.
- Holy shit. I know how to tell a Lincoln from a Chrysler.
The senior FBI chief talks while looking at the meter-high photograph of Mr. Hoover. His eyes meet Hoover's. Hoover wants answers. Left-wing conspiracy. Walborough hesitates. Doubt.
Fahrenheit 103 is a scenario about a group of FBI agents assigned to a case that's not like anything else. They belong to Actacon. Action Against Conspiracies. Hoover's lovechild.
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