Crime drama
One Hour
Time is running out for legendary art thief Liam Foley. His crew is falling apart, the FBI is closing in on him, he’s estranged from his family, and now he’s being blackmailed into performing the most daring heist of his career.
And those are just the threats he knows about.
Philadelphia 1975. Before the Bicentennial, before Rocky made loan sharking look cool. The O’Jays, McFadden & Whitehead, Harold Melvin and the Bluenotes play on 8-Track tapes blaring out of t-tops. Jeans are flared, collars open, leather field jackets extend past the waist, and women’s eye shadow is perfect. No one’s afraid of great white sharks, cigarette smoking is still healthy, the last helicopters just flew off Saigon’s rooftops, and people are bitching that gas has gone all the way up to 57 cents a gallon.
Liam puts the protection of his confederates higher than anything else. He’s done time for them, he’s sacrificed his marriage for them, and he pays them well. He expects the same treatment. Trouble is, as he slowly learns, that’s all a one-way street.