The Prepper Broadcasting Network - IWCF 011 - Where the Red Men Roam

Episode Date: March 11, 2026

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I was a communist for the FBI. Cruz and an exciting tale of danger and espionage. I was a communist for the FBI. The actual records and authentic experiences of Matt Sevedic. How many of the incidents in this unusual story? Here is our star Dana Andrews as Matt Sevedic, who for nine fantastic years lived as a communist for the FBI. Your friends avoid you.

Your enemies smirk and say they always... knew Matt Svetic was a wrong number. Your mother accepts you as you are, with a reproach in her eyes, breaking your soul. Your dad gives you $10 to change your name, so you won't disgrace the name of Svedic. Nine years of it, and you're talking to yourself like I'm doing now. Andrews as Matt Sibetic, undercover man. This story from the confidential file is marked where the Red Man roamed. It's a brilliant morning with 21-carat sunshine, and the air.

a diamond bright, but I am seething. All morning I've been pushing doorbells, getting housewives to sign commie-inspired peace petitions. Yesterday I picketed an aircraft factory. The day before that I dated a secretary to a war department official.

Object, sedition. And the day before that, I solicited ads for the workers daily, and the day before that I... Never mind. All I know is that I'm suddenly sick of it all. Work, the party, disciplined, the revolution until you're dropping your track, Severic, until you wind up in the booby hatch,

boob. Finally, I'm off duty and I go to a phone booth to check out with Comrade Selensky, the former MVD agent. Now, my cell chief and my chief beef in the local red set up. Comrade Savetic, reporting and going off duty, Comrade Selensky. Come down to headquarters at once. But I'm supposed to be off for once. I want to talk to you.

Well, talk to me now. At? Look, I've had one lousy tough week, and I have a wrong. At the headquarters. Well, I haven't eaten. I'll get down when I can. Now. When I've had some lunch.

Before. And maybe not even then. You wanted to talk to me, Comrade Selinsky? That was hours ago. I hadn't had breakfast or lunch. I've been on the hoof all... Hours ago, Comrade's Vedic. I must have dropped off to sleep after lunch.

You dropped off to sleep. I'm very sorry. Where did you drop off to sleep? Well, not on a park bench, that's for sure. Not at home. certainly. I called your home. Oh? You are not there. Well, as you know,

Comrade, I'm not very welcome at home. Mother and Dad feel I've disgraced the family as turning communist, so I only go home to sleep at night. We searched all over for you. I took a room in a hotel. I was beat, I tell you. I'm tired.

Perhaps I can arrange a holiday for you. What sort of holiday? You know, Jacques Sandoz, pianist, of course. I know his work. He's working for us now. I know that, too. His last concert was picketed by capitalist

hirelings. I certainly think he was asking for it. So? How? A man makes a fortune in America, and when the orchestra struck up the national anthem in Detroit, Sandoz sits at his piano

noodling at something. Whose national anthem? A star-spangled banner, of course. Of course? Look, Selensky, we're operating in America. When in Rome, common self-interest dictates that we do as the Romans do. When in Rome, comrade, listen only to Caesar.

Okay, I'm listening. Tomorrow night, Sandus plays before a crowd of 3,000 at Hawaughdell's. We expect violence. Why? Because we are planning violence. That figures. We will instigate a riot and blame reactionary anti-foreign elements in the crowd. By such devices, we win the foreign element in cities.

to our side. What's my part in all this? What about my holiday? As his last encore, Sandoz will play Chopin's revolutionary attitude. This will be the signal for some of our comrades

posing as reactionaries to start a riot. I see. You will see that members of your cell are dispersed in the audience prepared for action. That's my big holiday?

You need not stay to the end. Slip away when the fighting begins. Let the peasants do the dirty work. Candidly, you're too useful a man to risk in mob fighting. And you will enjoy the concert, I know. Now, how many tickets do you wish

to buy for the concert? You mean I have to pay my way into this armed rule, Bob? It all helps the party treasury. How many? How much? One dollar and eighty cents. One. Better make it two, Commerzvedic. All I need is one. That will be $3.60, thank you.

I'm burning. A holiday. The day and the evening off, and all I have to do is lead the fighting blood in my I sell into battle at Hiawatha del's. I wonder if the folks at home might have spilled something to Selensky to make him honor me with this crummy assignment on my one day off and months. I find a pay station and dial home. Hello, Mom.

Mom, I got a call from a man this afternoon. Did you answer the phone? No, Matty. Can I talk to Tip, please? How's the Navy? Phone for me this afternoon. Yeah. Did you tell him anything about me?

I just told him. No, he didn't give me a message. I told it. Well, he never said a word to me. What did you want? Me? It wasn't my... I'd sure like that, but...

I'll call you back this evening. And thanks, Tep. Thanks, anyhow, Navy. Let me see. What's that new FBI number at core? From adult FBI business to bench sit with you in the park and talk about picnics? I'm going back to the office.

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute, will you? Anyhow, I thought your family was cold on you. Well, that's just it. They think I'm a red and I've lost them. And then only the... once they asked me to go in a picnic with him. And Chief, Chief, I've got to.

But you've got to go to the Sandoz concert, too. Go to the Sandoz concert, pick it, get signatures, report to the FBI, get recruits for the party, scraping, Boris Salinsky. Salinsky. Work myself ragged for him, and he can't give me a simple message. It might mean an awful lot to me. The picnic you mean? The picnic, I mean. Look, I want to know.

Can I go to that picnic with Mom and Tip? It sounds like can I have a nickel for the movies years ago when I was a kid. I can't help it. Look, could you persuade your folks to hold a picnic near Hiawatha Del's? Say, that may be something. Then you'd be close enough to slip away to the concert and do your job for the commies too. Sure. Fixed?

Yeah, they'll go for that. They'll buy that, I know. Because... Now Arthur Del's. It's a beautiful place. used to be an Onondaga Indian village You'll like it I'll be at the house at noon, okay?

Oh, yes There's no worries Just us, the Svetics, huh? No, no, Mom, anything but red I'll see you at noon tomorrow My mom On 2, 311 I was told to call this number

Oh yes And know what, Tanya? I should and I don't think I will Why should I? Selensky All the infernal tricks of the Russian secret police Watching me always now policing me

with a girl named Tanya the watchers finding out knowing reporting punishing there's no escape no escape

Joseph lives is one of the better apartments in one of the better neighborhoods I wonder if Miss Tanya Joseph figures on comparable diggings comes the revolution then Miss T. Joseph opens the door and I receive

a non-proletarian jolt Miss Joseph is a looker you come in Send the spider to the fly. Pardon? Nothing. Practicing my mumbling is all. Most spiders are harmless, even useful.

Then you did hear. Aren't they? Some of them are black widows. But it takes all kinds, doesn't it? I hate black, and I'm going to marry a man younger than I am, so I won't be a widow. Shall I wear a coat? It's going to be chilly, but a coat won't help any. Maybe you'll help break the ice with your family.

Is that what you mean in the family? I'm part of it. the chill. You'll tell me more about your folks in the drive over, won't you? I'll tell you all about them right now. They don't like communists. Not even you? Especially not even me. Do I have to be a

communist? Ask yourself that. Not me. I mean to then. Can't I just be a girl you know? That might keep things on a pleasanter basis at that. Okay. You're a girl I know. Not partial to black. Or red. Good. That's... This is Miss Tanya.

And I'm very happy to know you, Matt's mother. My younger brother, Tip. Oh, not so much younger. I live right, and he doesn't. Hi, Tanya. Hi. Where's Dad? Oh, he's feeling pretty good, but he'd rather stay home today.

Oh, can't I see him before we go? Oh, sure. He's nothing contagious. He likes pretty young girls like you. Hey, something's cooking. I make something for Papa. Pachinka. I know Pachinca. I've known.

He's live then. Off to a fair start, anyhow. It'll work, Tip. We'll have fun, you'll see. Quite a gal there. Hmm. When did you meet up with that? Let's not be disrespectful, younger brother.

She's got, what? Two years on me? Two years is two years. Where'd you meet her? Why? Can't I ask? You're going to ask. Why so mysterious?

Does she know you're a red? I never told her. Is she? If she's a red, she never told me. That's good enough for me. It'll have to be. Don't get interested in this girl. Please.

You're not serious about her, are you? No. Then what's the beef? For one thing. Shoot. She's older than you are. That may be. But I've lived.

Membrance of things passed. And I knew that I loved it and mom and tip and dad as much as I hated for the FBI. I had enough. Mom and Tip probably thought I was being a good sport about it not to upset Tanya. It wasn't supposed to know I was a red. But I knew something and knew it surely. I didn't want to be a communist anymore for the FBI or anyone else. I want it out.

Alone on the River Bluff. Searching for you. It's a lovely evening. It's been a wonderful day. Wonderful. But it's the life our philosophy sneers at. It's bourgeois and hokey. And you love it.

I never realized how much I missed it. Only you mustn't think or talk that way. That's why they sent you, isn't it? To see that I didn't fall for the old Hocum bucket, peace and simplicity and sentiment to police me. Yes. I know the technique. I'm lucky.

Other backsliders are invited to Moscow to get a refresher course on communism and they never come back. I'm lucky. I shouldn't. say this. I'm sorry for you. I shouldn't say this to you. But I'm not going to the Highwatha Bull tonight. They might miss you at the concert.

They might not, in that crowd, unless somebody warns them, I'll be playing hooky. Somebody. And Tip isn't red bait, I warn you. Hi, Matt. Tanya, would you help mom pack up the stuff or she'll never be ready in time for the concert? What concert?

Oh, I forgot to tell you. Jacques Sandoz is playing at the bowler and Tips said he'd take me. All of you. You're all my guests tonight. All right. Well, I'll help your mother with a picnic desk now. Tip, there might be trouble at that concert tonight. Well, Tanya wanted to hear Sandoz. They're getting too interested in that girl.

Except she isn't a that girl. It's been a good day, Tip. A nice day for all of us. It may never be this way again. I don't want to spoil... Brace yourself, Tip. I've got news for you. Tanya Joseph is a communist.

Like you said, Matt, it's been a great day, like old times. We don't want to spoil it. No. When Akami wants to smear anybody, you call him a commie or her. Let's not spoil it, Tip. Then let's all finish the day right and finish it together, huh? I'll go to the concert with you, Tip. Okay.

The girl wins. Getting late. Yeah. Later than you think, the big Hyawathodel bowl was packed and packed with dynamite. I kept watching Mom enjoying every second of it, wondering, how much longer does she have on earth? I'm in a long, hard fight, and she might go before she learns that her Matty was really on the right side all the time. How much longer?

And then the last encore. Tip's face is puzzled. What's that he's playing now, Tom? Revolutionary electrician. What's your idea? Shh-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-som. This Sandoz-Doh's bum is the guy who stayed set when the national anthem was being played once.

Take it easy, Tib. Don't tell me he's playing that revolutionary A-2 just by accident. It's a classic, dear? Plenty of other classics, why just that? He's a jumping red, and everybody knows it. All right. It isn't all right. I like my propaganda music above board.

Like so. And the battle of the bowl is... He's wanted it. Come down to regular FBI headquarters, Matt. You understand that? Head bloody, but unbought? Excuse me. Have a jury come in, will you?

I have a confession to make you, Matt. Anything you say will definitely be used against you, and I'll deserve it to. But, Matt, I knew you had to go on that picnic, but I also knew the deep emotional and sentimental effect a fine day with your family might have on you. I couldn't risk your blurting out the truth to your folks. You were working for the FBI.

So, I sent somebody to guard against that. Matt, this is Geraldine. Hello, Matt. Tanya. Or Geraldine, or Norm, or K-124, or just somebody. One of our best FBI girls, Matt, and definitely our best-looking. I had to do it, Matt. Line of duty.

I thought Selensky wished you on me. We wanted and expected you to think that. Okay, Matt. Okay, great. Only, we mustn't see each other again. Great. Good work, Matt. Goodbye, Matt.

Maybe when it's all over, Matt. Somebody? To peace. and picnics, family, and by to Katie Dids, squaring in the summer haze and whippoorwills in the dusk. Goodbye to sentiment, the old oaken bucket. But I chose it this way. I'm a communist for the FBI.

Drew's with a word about the stories you hear on these programs. Many of them, like the one you've just heard, are founded in fact, but with essential details disguised or modified to protect innocent persons. Next week, another exciting story based on incidents in the nine long years that Matt Svetik spent as an undercover man for the FBI. Be with us then, won't you?