It’s 1986. A 60-ish diplomat hosts a celebratory gathering at his lavish suburban D.C. home when he receives a visit from an old friend, who delivers a small package and some deeply troubling news.
It’s 1952. We see that same diplomat in his youthful prime, making serious eye contact with another young man at a 1952 party celebrating Dwight D. Eisenhower’s presidential win. We know these two men’s lives will be intertwined over the next three-plus decades, and we know there will be moments of joyous rapture and moments of unspeakable pain, and we know the timeline will shift so many times we’ll lose count along the way.
