Talk about murder, she wrote.
Years later, Angela Lansbury would play that nice old lady solving small-town crimes, but back in ’62, she was a nasty piece of work.
Mother to stressed-out (and likely mentally-compromised) soldier Laurence Harvey, she pokes and prods, and sends her son on a one-way trip to Hell in the ultimate political assassination thriller.
Fellow soldier Frank Sinatra, who keeps waking up in a cold sweat with memories which shouldn’t exist, seems to be the only one who might stop Harvey from pulling the trigger and changing American history.
Tough-nosed and cold-hearted to the very end.