San Francisco, 1971. As the Vietnam War rages, the government wages war athome against the hippy counter-culture. High profile drug trials captureheadlines. Seymour Phillips, a headstrong journalist eager to prove himself,discovers key information uncovering a vast drug network. A routine interviewleads to a sensational accusation that the man accused of trafficking massquantities of LSD, works for the CIA.

Seymour is approached by CHASE, aneccentric, paranoid stranger in disguise who claims to be a former CIA operativeand have the inside scoop on the CIA/LSD connection. Chase insists that Seymourhas only scratched the surface. The two forge a most uncommon alliance in adangerous and mind-bending quest for the truth behind quite possibly the mostbizarre chapter of the CIA’s history.

While most Americans werewatching Leave it to Beaver and listening to The Everly Brothers, an eclecticgroup of CIA operatives were spiking each other's coffees with LSD, throwingdecadent parties and hiring prostitutes to slip unsuspecting johns drug-laceddrinks in order to observe every stoned and kinky moment from behind two-waymirrors.

And this was only when they weren't dreaming up the next farreaching "official" application for this new, all-powerful, mind blowing drug -a drug that would ironically fuel the counter-culture over a decade later.Coincidence? Maybe not.

San Francisco, 1971. As the Vietnam War rages, the government wages war athome against the hippy counter-culture. High profile drug trials captureheadlines. Seymour Phillips, a headstrong journalist eager to prove himself,discovers key information uncovering a vast drug network. A routine interviewleads to a sensational accusation that the man accused of trafficking massquantities of LSD, works for the CIA.

Seymour is approached by CHASE, aneccentric, paranoid stranger in disguise who claims to be a former CIA operativeand have the inside scoop on the CIA/LSD connection. Chase insists that Seymourhas only scratched the surface. The two forge a most uncommon alliance in adangerous and mind-bending quest for the truth behind quite possibly the mostbizarre chapter of the CIA’s history.

While most Americans werewatching Leave it to Beaver and listening to The Everly Brothers, an eclecticgroup of CIA operatives were spiking each other's coffees with LSD, throwingdecadent parties and hiring prostitutes to slip unsuspecting johns drug-laceddrinks in order to observe every stoned and kinky moment from behind two-waymirrors.

And this was only when they weren't dreaming up the next farreaching "official" application for this new, all-powerful, mind blowing drug -a drug that would ironically fuel the counter-culture over a decade later.Coincidence? Maybe not.

San Francisco, 1971. As the Vietnam War rages, the government wages war athome against the hippy counter-culture. High profile drug trials captureheadlines. Seymour Phillips, a headstrong journalist eager to prove himself,discovers key information uncovering a vast drug network. A routine interviewleads to a sensational accusation that the man accused of trafficking massquantities of LSD, works for the CIA.

Seymour is approached by CHASE, aneccentric, paranoid stranger in disguise who claims to be a former CIA operativeand have the inside scoop on the CIA/LSD connection. Chase insists that Seymourhas only scratched the surface. The two forge a most uncommon alliance in adangerous and mind-bending quest for the truth behind quite possibly the mostbizarre chapter of the CIA’s history.

While most Americans werewatching Leave it to Beaver and listening to The Everly Brothers, an eclecticgroup of CIA operatives were spiking each other's coffees with LSD, throwingdecadent parties and hiring prostitutes to slip unsuspecting johns drug-laceddrinks in order to observe every stoned and kinky moment from behind two-waymirrors.

And this was only when they weren't dreaming up the next farreaching "official" application for this new, all-powerful, mind blowing drug -a drug that would ironically fuel the counter-culture over a decade later.Coincidence? Maybe not.