Peter Landesman (2017)
Tricky Nixon's tale has been exhausted by cinema, but we have not heard from one source on the matter. Mark Felt was the rightful successor to J. Edgar Hoover as the head of the FBI. After a subtext ridden discussion with Presidential aids, Felt made it explicitly clear that he was an autonomous truth seeking and truth hiding man.
This camouflaged interview would be the start of the most negligent hires in U.S. federal history. An outsider, capitol hill type marches in to take to coveted position that Felt has been slaving away at for decades. His wife seems more outraged than him, and grudge blooms like a tumor in his ego.
When shady intel hits surrounding the DNC, Felt proceeds with a vigorous investigation only to be stonewalled by his new ignorant boss. Dipping into the forbidden case, he stumbles upon damning evidence that will taint the entire executive branch. But this is only the beginning of Felt's crusades.
Through diner debriefings with a trusted undercover journalist, Felt becomes the romanticized informant by the name of Deepthroat. A federal agent that is in so deep with the corrupt governmental Holy of Holies that his reputation grows into newspaper folklore.
Whether his mission was fueled by truth-seeking or pure vengeance, Felt toppled a modern Tower of Babel over coffee and pie. He used resources as unlawfully as his suspects, but this is a staple of Bureau dealings. A professional snitch, or prophetic whistle-blower?
At the base of this vigilante persona lies a father longing for the return of his daughter. This too is a dilemma he sees fit to implement unsanctioned resources into. Ultimately, Felt's cases were dangerously self-serving, and his legend does not fit his ambitions.
Tricky Nixon's tale has been exhausted by cinema, but we have not heard from one source on the matter. Mark Felt was the rightful successor to J. Edgar Hoover as the head of the FBI. After a subtext ridden discussion with Presidential aids, Felt made it explicitly clear that he was an autonomous truth seeking and truth hiding man.
This camouflaged interview would be the start of the most negligent hires in U.S. federal history. An outsider, capitol hill type marches in to take to coveted position that Felt has been slaving away at for decades. His wife seems more outraged than him, and grudge blooms like a tumor in his ego.
When shady intel hits surrounding the DNC, Felt proceeds with a vigorous investigation only to be stonewalled by his new ignorant boss. Dipping into the forbidden case, he stumbles upon damning evidence that will taint the entire executive branch. But this is only the beginning of Felt's crusades.
Through diner debriefings with a trusted undercover journalist, Felt becomes the romanticized informant by the name of Deepthroat. A federal agent that is in so deep with the corrupt governmental Holy of Holies that his reputation grows into newspaper folklore.
Whether his mission was fueled by truth-seeking or pure vengeance, Felt toppled a modern Tower of Babel over coffee and pie. He used resources as unlawfully as his suspects, but this is a staple of Bureau dealings. A professional snitch, or prophetic whistle-blower?
At the base of this vigilante persona lies a father longing for the return of his daughter. This too is a dilemma he sees fit to implement unsanctioned resources into. Ultimately, Felt's cases were dangerously self-serving, and his legend does not fit his ambitions.
final words:
YOU CANNOT DIG AND BURY AT THE SAME TIME