So she leaves Florida for D.C., gets a job at the CIA, shredding documents. No joke. Marries a Xerox guy, scotch-at-night guy, which leads to the copying of some very classified materials. Very classified.
Parking garages, Karl Malden, All The President’s Men.
This is clandestine shit. And the materials; lone desert highway, Area 54, codename ZUMA. This kinda thing.
But she doesn’t know this, right? All pretty innocent. But is it? I mean, it’s 60’s D.C., scotch-all-night guy, know what I mean?
No joke, this life.