The Prepper Broadcasting Network - IWCF 010 - A Riot Made to Order

Episode Date: March 7, 2026

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I was a communist for the FBI. Starring Dana Andrews in an exciting tale of danger and espionage, I was a communist for the FBI. You're about to hear a strange story. Names, dates, and places are, for obvious reasons, fictional. But many of these incidents are based on the actual experiences of Matt Savetic, who for nine fantastic years lived as a communist for the FBI. Here is our star, Dana Andrews, as Matt Savetic.

I've heard people call them crackpots, harmless crackpots. They were speaking of the members of the Communist Party in this country. I was one of those communists for nine years. I reported their conspiracy against the United States from within. Crackpots? Like spiders spinning webs. Harmless? Like tigers stalking their prey.

Here's just part of the story. In a moment, listen to Dana Andrews as Matt Savetic, undercover man. Andrews as Matt Savetic, undercover man. This story from his confidential file is marked, a riot made to order. That's right. It's just that here at work this time of day. I'm at the urgent hotel, room four or six. I have matters to discuss with him. When?

That's how you receive your orders in the Communist Party. Anytime, anywhere. And you obeyed to the letter right now. I got up from my desk, and there were a dozen pair of eyes watching me, communist eyes. Some I had put in this department of the United States Employment Service myself. But I knew there were others watching, reporting. Had I shown any aggravation, any irritation? Drexel would have known about it immediately.

I walked out with a smile, the perfect, obedient slave on the way to his master. Anton Drexel, small but muscular, intelligent, dark-featured. He had come from New York, a high-party functionary. He didn't bother shaking hands, he came right to the point. Comrade Sovetic. Come and Drexel? You are satisfied that I am Drexel? I'm satisfied.

You've never seen me before? You are too easily satisfied. Comrade Adams told me you would contact me. You did. That's good enough for me. The party isn't in the habit of making mistakes like that. Neither is the FBI. What do you want me to do, comrade, throw you on the floor, search you, check your fingerprints,

wait for a word from Moscow. What do you want? You have a temper, comrade Sovetica. I don't like talk about the FBI. You agree that we must be as careful as there? Any party member knows that. What mistake did I make? You made none.

I didn't accuse you of any. I'm sorry. I was wrong. Sit down, Comrade Savetti. Thanks. What I have to say is greatest importance. Go ahead. Our leaders feel it's time for us to have publicity.

Sympathetic publicity in the capitalistic newspapers of this country are clear. Yes, comrades. A large meeting of the party members be held in the hall two nights from now. It will be attended by the rank in file. Comrade Adams has the responsibility of filling the hall. I see. At a signal, the meeting will be raided by the pickets outside. There will be a riot.

Comrade Grotsonov and a soundtrack will set off the ride. A question, comrade. Yes. We've had many such meetings before, and none was ever picketed. Where will they come from this time? The Cargis Manufacturing Company nearby. Our comrades in the plant have done their work well. They cry, stubbed the commie rats before they take over the country.

Those stupid workers are filled with patriotism. They'll turn out of the hundreds. The riot cannot fail. And after the riot, we blame the fascist police, the citizen Gestapo who interfered with our rights of free speech and free assembly. Exactly. Our comrades become martyrs. Others will rally to our cause and sympathy. Why do you tell me this, comrade?

Everything is arranged. There's nothing for me. The contrary. Everything depends upon you. You are responsible for the boys of the control commission, Comrade Zwerite. They will mingle with the pickets and sight. them, at the signal they will lead them into the hall. This riot cannot fail.

But our own comrades in the hall, unarmed, they might be killed. Should anything so unfortunate occur, it will be to their glory to die serving the party. You are under orders, Comrade, Sir Vedic. I shall execute my orders, Comrade Drexel. Anything more? You'll have help in your assignment. Comrade France will assist you. I don't need any help for you.

this, I've done it before by myself, and besides I don't want... Do you object, comrade? I'm sorry, comrade. The party knows best. Will that be all? I shall be at that meeting. Good day, comrade's suetic. That was all.

Just arranged for several hundred human beings to have their skulls cracked, their teeth knocked out. It was like sending invitations for a banquet. A banquet of death. I walked down the hotel corridor from Drexel's room to the elevator. Later, I had to get to a phone, call my FBI contact. Hello, comatsovic. Remember me?

He seemed to come out of the woodwork, like a termite. Otto Franz, my assistant. Had I protested too much at the meeting with Drexel? Then it hit me. Otto Franz had been arranged for before the meeting. Why? I didn't need any help on this job, and they knew it. But what else did they know?

And what was Otto Franz? A tail or a hatchet man? Hello Otto. Comrade Otto to use fatigue. Where did you come from, comrade? It doesn't matter. Let's go to work, huh? Sure. What do we do first? That's up to you. I just go along and do whatever you say. You can see her tonight when you go home. Look, comrade, you can follow me wherever I go. Those are your orders.

But you're not telling me where I can go. Those are my orders. Otto Franz, party liner, faithful hound. The crack of the whip was all he understood. Nothing would pry him from my side. He had his orders, and so had I. We took a cab, and I gave the driver an address. Did you move to a new place, comrade?

I'm going to see my doctor first. Something's wrong? My stomach's been upset lately. Maybe you're nervous. Maybe? I got some powders I take from my stomach. Got him right with me, how about some? I'm paying the doctor. I'll do what he says.

Just wanted to save you some money. That's all. Thanks. He stayed with me like a headache, right into the doctor's waiting room. When the doctor was ready to see me, I knew he wanted to follow, but he didn't quite have the nerve. I told Doc I wanted to find out how my mother was, and he told me in two words. Not good. I asked if I could use his phone. He nodded and went into his laboratory.

So far, I was getting all the breaks. Randy Fletcher. They're staging a riot at Liberty Hall day after tomorrow. Several hundred party followers in the hall that many pickets or more outside. On signal, the pickets raid the meeting. Go ahead. It's up to you, fellows, now.

You've got to stop this thing. We can't move in on anything like this, Matt. I'm afraid you'll have to carry the ball on this one. Look, I've got a tail. on me right now. Everything's been set. What do you expect me to do? I'm sorry, Matt. Yeah, but this is you.

Yeah, I know. It's my baby. From the doctor's office, we went to my home. My mother's condition had me worried. Her heart had been weak for a long time. There was always the chance that she might die, still believing that I was a real communist.

If my brother Tip was home, there would be real trouble, especially when he saw Otto. He hated me, but he hated my commie friends, even worse. Chip wasn't there. I almost felt good. The little breaks were coming my way,

but I needed a big one, real big. Otto showed a rare streak of decency. Your mother upstairs, comrade? In bed. I'll wait here in the parlor. You go up and see her. But don't take too long.

We got work to do, remember? I remember, comrade. Mark, you are right? Sure. Sure, ma'am. I'm great. But what does I hear about you? You?

Oh, with me is nothing. Just a little tired. You, the one I worry about, Matt. There's nothing to worry about. I'm doing fine. Just look at me. You are in trouble, Matt. The government, Matt.

Those men from Washington. The FBI. Yes. They're after you, I know. Mom, you're all wrong. Won't you listen to me? All the time I pray for you, my boy, that God should make you give up what you are doing against the government of America. But, Mom, can't you see...

Promise me, Ma'am. So little I ever ask from you. I can't, Mom. What? Are you all right? It don't matter no more. How can I be all right when against the United States? one of my boys is working.

Look, Mom, I got to run along now. Next time, I want to see you up and around and baking a cake. You hear? Still, I pray for you, Matt, that God should take care of you. You are still my boy. And the mother can't forget. Back to Dana Andrews, starring as Matt Savetic. And I was a communist for the FBI.

and the second act of our story. Otto stayed with me the next two days. He never let me out of his sight. We took a hotel room because I told him my mother was too ill and I didn't want to bother her at home. Why was I given this insignificant job and a guard? Did they suspect I might sabotage their riot if I had a chance? In two days, I hadn't been able to think of a single plan.

And then the phone rang. That's the phone, comrade. It's for you. You amaze me, Comrade France. You must be psychic. Answer it. Yes? Comrade Sovetic.

Speaking, Comrade Drexel. The meeting is tonight. I know. You have done your work? There was nothing to be done until this afternoon. You will see to it? Certainly. Let me talk to Comrade Franz.

One moment. He wants to talk to you, Comrade. Hello? Yes. Yes? No, nothing like that. Drexel knew where to call. I hadn't told him, and Otto was with me every moment.

Were they watching both of us? Or had Otto somehow given me the slip? I shuddered. One mistake was all you ever made in a spot like this. Your first and last. He was watching me, still talking at the phone. Yes, come on. Right.

He sat there staring at me. His face a complete blank. Other comrades had been pushed from hotel windows. The papers called it suicide, and the public believed the papers. I started toward the door. It's time to round up the boys for tonight, comrade. Comrade Drexel seemed a little worried

that I'd not done it before this. I know. Well, are you coming, or do you stay here? I got my oros, comrade. I go with you. The Goom Squad I picked for this job was just like all the others, maybe a little more so. Muscle men, powerful guys, and deadly. We met them in the back room of a cheap restaurant, two dozen of them, maybe a few more.

Okay, comrades, let's have it quiet. You'll gather tonight at 8 o'clock in the street in front of Liberty Hall. Pickets from the Cargass Company will be on hand before you get there. Well, your regular street clothes so as to look just like the other pickets. Mix with them, but stay away from each other. And get this. No guns. I'm going to say that again.

No guns. You can use brass knucks, lead pipe in a newspaper, or saps. You've got plenty to work with, but no guns. A comrade in a soundtrack will be yelling for a peaceful picketing with no violence. That's your job to make the pickets forget him and raid the meeting. and start the riot. Okay, that's all. Nice, well, Comrade.

Thanks. Comrade, so they'll be pleased. Everything that night went according to schedule. It always does when the commies are behind it. They're thorough. They don't miss a trick. The plans are laid days ahead. You hope for a slip-up,

but you never get your wish. When we got to Liberty Hall, the street out front was alive with pickets. They were angry, but not looking for trouble. Yeah. Everything goes well, Comrade's Fettick. Yeah, everything's great. There are plenty here to cause serious trouble. That was the idea, wasn't it?

Of course. You should be happy, comrade. I'm happy. Bring a peaceful fix inside, where we do everything, find out. Comrade Gratzinoff is doing his work well. Yeah. Have you seen any of our goon's card around? Several. That's one. Talking to that picket. Yeah, I see him.

Well, there's another one. holding a couple of guys. They're here and they're working. It is good, Comrade, static. Yeah, let's go in the hall. Why? There's nothing more to do here. It's just a question of time.

Maybe we can help in there. As you say, Comrade. Inside the hall, everything was proceeding according to schedule. There wasn't an empty chair in the place. It was like a sheep pen with Comrade Adams, the ringleader, on the stage leading them to slaughter.

And there you have an example. of this freedom of America votes, right outside these doors, above the fascist police of the United States are protesting our right of free itself. That's why we are here to act, to protest this wanted usurpation of our rights, to demand for our forefarmist. The party line, the same old hogwash, and they believed every word of it. Then I heard the crowd outside getting nastier. It was almost time for my goons to lead them in. I began to sweat. There must be something I could do.

There must. And when a wild idea hit me. I turned to Otto. I'm in France. Lock the front door. Are you crazy? Do what I say. That's why?

You say, if a mob walks into an open door, they'll have to start talking things over. Make them break down a door and there's no talk. Just violence. That's a smart idea, command. I'll do it. Marking the doors was just a stall for time. I wanted to get at the automatic sprinkling system, backstage.

I got there just in time to meet Drexel and Adams and the rest of the big shots on their way out the back door. They weren't risking their skins. Congratulations, Comrade Zeretek. You've done you work well. We'll meet in my hotel room as soon as this is over. Comrade Adams and I go. Come along, Syvedic.

We've set the fuse, now let her blow. I'll wait for Comrade, France. He's out front. Good. Make it soon. I was standing right next to a wall, It led up into the rafters, and from there, I could reach one of the valves of the sprinkling system and melt off the protected wax cap. I started up the ladder, and I saw Otto coming back. I jumped down. He hadn't seen me.

Your idea of works, Coma. Listen to them. They're like wild beasts outside. Good work, comrade. When those doors break, hundreds will be hurt. He turned and looked out at the hall. I gave him the heel of my hand at the base of his neck. He went down on a heaf and stayed there. I shinned up the ladder and held my lighter under the valve. No one saw me. The commies inside were panicked. They didn't know what to do next.

The pickets were stopped at the door, but it wouldn't be for long. I heard the pickets crash through. I had to stop this somehow. Lives depended on it. I broke out into a sweat. Would that valve never melt? I held the flink closer. And then the valve melted.

The water rushed through the pipes and it rained all over the hall. The hard, cooling, steady rain that could put out fires. A rain that could put out a riot. I came down the ladder. Otto was still on the floor. The commies had found the back exit. They were pouring out like drowned rats. The tickets were backing out the front door.

They didn't want any part of that flood. The riot had come a copper. Comrade Drexel was waiting for me in his hotel room. But I had to make one stop before that. A crummy little gem on Denton Street. I knew the owner, Mac, a hulking, punch-drunk ex-pug. He knew me slightly. He never asked questions

When you can't think anymore There's nothing to ask about Listen Mac I haven't got time to argue It's a matter of life and death I want you to go over my face And go over it good With gloves, huh?

No gloves, bare fists I gotta look like I was really beat up Blood too? Yeah, everything I'd get If four or five guys jumped me Well, I might hurt you I told you this is a matter of life or death Now go ahead

Well, okay Just as a favor No hard feelings. No hard feelings. When Mac began to blur, I knew ahead enough. He helped me to the door, and I staggered into the night. That he is. He slucked me and turned on the water.

Silence. What happened, Comrade? They slugged France first, and they jumped from me. I fought him until I passed out. Who were they? Five of them. I never saw him before. Pickets?

Maybe. None of ours, though. They turn on the water? I don't know. I guess so. It was out cold. I tell you, the only guy around me when I got slucked was Spatic. He turned on the water. And then beat myself to a pulp.

Is that it, Conrad? Unfortunately, Comrade Zavetic, suspicion points to you. Okay. Okay, so I slugged Otto. I turned on the water, then I beat myself unconscious. That's the way you want it?

That's the way it is. You're acting as a control commission. Okay. I confess everything. Let's get this over with. I've remarked before, Savetic, your violent timber. Why not? I've done everything I could to make this job a success.

And then I'm questioned like a dirty double-crossing traitor. In the name of the party. What more do you want from me? Take it easy, Savetic. Sure. Sure, I'll take it easy. You need a doctor's care, Comrade, Savetic. I suggest that you go immediately.

The story seems true Your face is proof of that But we shall investigate further Is that all, comrade? That is all For now I left the hotel And I felt good inside

In spite of the pain I had stopped the riot They'd investigate further But they wouldn't find anything I was sure of that I'd covered everything And for a while I was safe I was safe to continue

the double life, safe to tread the dim line between darkness and light, safe to walk alone. Andrews will return in just a moment. This is Dana Andrews. These stories, many of them based upon actual events and happenings in the real-life experiences of Matt Savetic, are brought to you in order that you may be aware of the insidious working from within of the Communist Party. Our greatest danger lies in being unaware. Our greatest safety in a knowledge of the the knowledge of what we are fighting against. For this reason, I urge you to listen again next week when we will dramatize another exciting adventure

from the official records of Matt Severick. Join us then, won't you?