The Prepper Broadcasting Network - IWCF 018: Exit on the Left

Episode Date: March 28, 2026

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Starring Dana Andrews and an exciting tale of danger. in espionage, I was a communist for the FBI. The story you are about to hear is based on the actual records and authentic experiences of Matt Sevedic, an undercover agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation,

who for nine fantastic years lived as a communist for the FBI. Here is our star, Dana Andrews as Matt Sevedic, undercover agent. Nine years of it. Nine years of living behind a mask,

that made me an outcast among my own people. And from behind that mask, I saw these things happen. It's all on the record. Listen to Dana Andrews as Matt Savetic, FBI undercover agent. There's Dana Andrews as Matt Sevedic, undercover man. This story from the confidential file is marked.

Exit on the left. The regular meeting of our cell was being held in the home of our cell leader, Selma Marnanich. Selma's apartment was decorated in a cold, brittle manner of a sophisticated bachelor girl, but actually Selma was a married woman. She was married to the Communist Party. And at this particular cell meeting, her marriage was being threatened.

Just a moment. Please, be quiet all of you. Commander Lorenz, you're a fool, a stupid, short-sided fool. Maybe yes, maybe no. You must forgive me, but I'm resigning from the Communist Party. Tonight, now. Quiet, quiet, please. Uh, Comrade Malick.

What is it, Comrade, Fedik? It should be pointed out to Comrade Lorenz that if he... Oh, Mr. Lorenz, now. It should be pointed out to Comrade Lorenz that his resignation from the party will place all of us, our cell leader especially in disfavor with our superiors. Perhaps that's what he has in mind. No, no.

Now, now, wait, wait. No, that's not so. You must understand. Truthfully, I... I want no one to suffer for the mistakes I've made. Sweet of you. Well, I... I want to start no trouble.

You must believe that. I joined the party of my own accord in... In March, 1937. Yes, yes, 1937. I joined because the communists were fighting fascism, Hitlerism. I believed in the fight against fascism. I still do. But today...

Well, today the communist fight is different. Oh, I've tried, but I cannot believe in it. You can do our cause great harm, you know. Committees investigating our activities are looking for weaklings like you. From the bottom of my heart, I don't want trouble. For you, for me, for anyone. After tonight, I want you to forget me while I forget you. No, Comrade Lorenz.

A member may give up the party. But the party never gives up a member. Taxi, mister? What? Oh. What's the meter saying? Meeters red. Good, let's go.

Couldn't help it, Beaker. Hectic meeting tonight. Any trouble for you? No, it's Arthur Lorenz. He quit the party. Lorenz. Do we have a file on him? My doubt it.

He was never active enough to bother the FBI. He was a quiet type. About 50. Where's this a librarian at the house of library? Why is he quitting the comments? Coming to his senses, I guess.

But his resignation put Selma Malnick right smack on the spot with the party bigwigs. Her future depends on the way she candles Lorenz, and little Selma, a place to keep. Malnick, she's that tall, sharp-looking gal, isn't she? Yeah, sharp-looking, like a meat axe. One night later, the meat axe was ready to strike,

and I had been chosen to hold a victim on the chopping block. This was revealed to me in a way I never expected. Selma invited me to her apartment for a late supper and conversation. The food was fine, the candles. seductive, and for a while I was almost convinced that Selma was more woman than cell leader. Comfortable? Hmm? All right.

Me too. Nice. I've got it all figured out at last. Hmm? Psychology. A calculated plan. You listening? Mm-hmm.

Work on the mind, that's the trick. Work, work, work on the mind. A letter or two at first, men. A few anonymous phone calls. No names, just cordial invitations to return to the party. I call every 15 minutes all night long. Every night. Hold still.

Carmen Malnick. Fine time to call a girl comrades. Comrade Malik, I think it would be wise to forget, Lauren. Oh, relax, will you? Now, this is important. Well, naturally, it's important, but you needn't be so rude about it. This isn't a cell meeting. Oh, it's become one.

The welfare of the party means more to me than petty common curses. Oh, for a while, I almost doubted that. Were you testing me, Comrade Mallet? Don't worry, you fast. Tell me, do you like my plan, Lauren? Not at all. Then I'll intensify it until he begs to be reinstated. He's not worth the effort.

Once a man turns from our exalted cause to bourgeois sentimentality, he can no longer be trusted. Well, that's true, but as long as we can't control him, he's a threat. The party's well rid of him. Let him go. Read the papers, idiot. A committee's investigating Reds on the Civil Service payroll, and Lorenza's a librarian. He's too frightened to become a friendly witness.

I can't take the chance. I'll eat his home. He personally responsible for him. And you can't take the chance either. Hmm, see. When does this psychological treatment of yours begin? It started already. And you'll see that it continues.

Very well. Good night. Oh, wait a minute. Don't leave now. It's still early. We must never divert our attentions from our cause. Distractions are dangerous. Good night, Comrade.

And believe me, Selma by candlelight was a surprisingly dangerous destruction. A strange combination of woman and devil, the cell leader of ours. Frozen fire dipped in red. That plan of hers would crack Arthur Lorenz like an old plate. I'd seen what had it done

to other well-meaning dissenters. The phone calls, calculated to scrape a nerve ending with every ring. The comments much. by complete strangers patting the street. Sorry. Next time the bump may be harder, comrade.

Letters in the mail. A note tucked in a bag of groceries. A phrase scribbled across a streetcar transfer. All designed to make a man face the most ordinary, prosaic fragments of daily living with fear, suspicion, dread. A deliberate, pre-tested scheme to drive Arthur Lorenz back to the Communist Party or out of his mind. Pardon me, where's the chief librarian's office?

Just beyond the reference shelves to the... You. How are you, comrade, Lorenz? Please, please, Matt, go away. Let me alone. You look, haggard, worn. Been working hard? Let me alone for the love of heaven, Matt.

I can't stand much more of this. Please, Matt. Talk to Selma. Tell her, I won't make any trouble. I swear it. I just want to forget. Forget. Investigating committees would love to hear

what you'd like to forget. You know I wouldn't do that, Matt. Why? Where are you going? To the chief librarian's office. Why? What for? He called me this morning, said he wanted to talk to me about you.

When Lorenz had been hired at the library years ago, he had listed me as character reference. That's why I had been called. The library received a letter, an unsigned letter, stating that Lorenz had been a communist since 1937. What could I do? What could I possibly do? The letter was as much of a shock to me as it was. was to Lorenz when he was called in to explain it. Lorenz admitted his red connections, even though it meant his job.

But his honesty was no greater than his resentment toward me. He was convinced that I was responsible. As we left the chief librarian's office, the bitterness of defeat echoed in Lorenza's voice. I've always hated vindictive people, Cervetic. But now I hate you more. So help me if it takes the rest of my life. I'll even a score with you. Arthur, you have to believe me.

I had nothing to do with that letter. Someday, Syvedic. Someday, very, very soon. Frankly, I'm rather proud of that letter. Did you notice the way I made the handwriting look so crude? Yes, Cameron, Malik. Very crude. That's a funny thing. People are more willing to accept unsigned letters of accusation

and the other type. They don't feel obligated to challenge the accuser, I guess. Now, about the next step in Operation Arthur Lorenz. Comrade, you're underestimating the results of your scheme. Am I? Yes. Lorenz couldn't possibly be a threat to our welfare any longer. He's been jobless for weeks, blacklisted.

He spends most of his time in bed on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Good, good, perhaps I'll be commended by our leaders. Nevertheless, I feel we must... Good evening. Lorenz. Comrade. Welcome home, Comrade Lorenz. So nice to see you.

Just stopping by to pay my respects. Matt, my friend, I never had a chance to thank you for all you did for me. Thank me. Listen to him. Such a modest man. Haven't you told Selma and the others here? Told us what? Oh, how you convinced me to leave the party?

What? Oh, he'll deny it, of course. You know how modest Matt is. But really, Selma, in all fairness, he did a remarkable job. job. Why, if it were not for Matt, I'd still be in the party. Is this true? Of course it isn't true. Tell them, Matt. Tell the...

It's by all means, tell us. Hours he spent, literally hours, talking, reasoning, convincing me that the Communist Party was no place for a decent, honest man. Arendt? Do you realize what you're doing? Oh, please understand, Selma. Matt did it only because he felt I was a poor worker, that your cause would be better off without me. It was in the best interest of the party.

I'm sure it was. Now, we're all happy. The party is better off without me. Despite of all I've been through, I'm better off without the party. I think Matt deserve some special attention for his work, don't you? I all mean. And I'll see to it that he gets it. Friends, here's an ale that tastes so good,

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Arthur Lorenz had evened the score, just as he had threatened, was I slated to go before the Red Control Commission and accept my fate? What was it to be? If only I could be sure? Or could I expect the same type of mental torture that had made a wreck of the quiet little librarian? A bitter part of that torture I discovered was the anticipation, waiting, wondering when it would begin. I thought myself jumping at shadows,

dreading the sight of every unfamiliar face, until I decided to get this treatment started myself. Well, this is a surprise. Can I come in? Yes, I suppose so. Well? All right, comrade Malik. Tell me what you're after.

What do you want of me? I might ask you the same question. This is an odd hour for visiting, you know. This silent treatment I'm getting, did you consider me a traitor? Turn me over to the party leaders and stop this foolish doodling. I mean, I'd consider you a traitor at all.

But others in the party insist on proof Our cell, you know, gives everyone opportunity to prove one's faith Even if one is driven out of his mind and the attempt? Our cause has no use for that sort of weakling Nor have I Thus what must I do to prove myself That's up to you Isn't it?

Good night, Cameron, Molly. Seems silly to leave now. Well, this is a odd hour for visiting, I'm told. You and I are Hard people. They're really an amazing creature. You'll devise a scheme to drive a man out of his mind. My concern as a political entity.

But you won't drive a man out of your apartment. My concern, as a woman. As a political entity, they're fascinating. And as a woman? They're just a woman. Good night. As I left, I saw the frosty look in Selma's eyes. And I knew the waiting would soon be over.

The bristling silence of anticipation was about to be shattered, but what would take its place? I walked the streets for hours and wondered, looking for signs, omens, symbols, feeling like a man who had just paid the bill for his own funeral. Hey, look out, Mr. I've seen it. I've seen the whole thing. That day went right through the red light. You okay, mister? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm all right. You should walk more carefully. Oh, my. Lady, you could have killed this guy. You ought to turn you in, that's what you ought to do. No, no, it's all right.

Forget it. Silly dame ought to lose her license. Any dame who can't see a traffic light ought to be in the clean. Man's right. I apologize. You've been following me, haven't you? Just for a few blocks as a political entity, not as a woman. Naturally.

May I drop you somewhere? No, thanks. I'll walk. Be careful, comrade Spedic. Don't walk against the red. And so it was officially launched by its guiding. spirit, Selma Malnick. From now on, I could expect another kind of waiting. The waiting between incidents. When would the next one happen? And what was it to be? Hello, anyone on this line?

What the devil is it? Hello? The matter with this thing? Hello? Heck, whether it... Who is this? Hey, hello? Who's on this line? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Now, please. Fire, please. Okay. You knew on the elevator? Yes, sir. My first day. Sit for us, sir. Thanks. Watch your step.

Comrade's Vedic. Anybody on this line? What? 8.30 and a... What is it? Hello? Hello, who's this? Speak up, will you?

Who is this? It was beginning to get me, in spite of myself. To get under my skin and strung away at my nerves. I could no longer talk myself out of the jitters. And I couldn't risk contacting the FBI. I knew now what Arthur Lorenz had suffered. But in my case, what did it all mean? Was this my punishment?

Or my chance to prove my faith as a loyal red? Or was it merely the whim of a red she-devil who secretly yearned to be a woman? At least the latter would be the most human explanation. Who is it? Who is it? Tell me, who is it? All right, let's get it over with.

Look who's here. What do you want, Lorenz? May I come in? Sure, sure, come in Come in and gloat over the job They're doing on me Matt I want to help you

Help me You? You can't even help yourself For myself I don't care anymore About all I have left Is my conscience I'll never forgive myself

For what I did to you, Matt The story I told cell Maybe I had it coming to me Who's the judge that Communists? That's why they're sudden concern for me Not you, Matt. Not you. I don't have to live my life with you.

I'm forced to live with myself. Same reason you left the party, no doubt. It took me a long time to do it, Matt. It frightened me, but it's done. Now that I have the courage to face my conscience, I... Well, I can't let this business with you make me a coward again. You're still a coward.

You won't recognize the strength of our cause because you're afraid of it. Even now you talk like this. Go on, get out of here. Be a hero. Run to the investigating committees and wallow and bourgeois slop. Go ahead. Then see how long you and your kind will last when we rule the world.

Well, don't stand there looking like a cock of spaniel. Get out. Matt, you mouth all the words, but I still think there's hope for you. I can do without your hope. It's the other people. The Selma Marnik's, the ones who sit. in judgment and handle human beings like so many chessmen.

They are the hateful one. Will you get out of here? It hurt. It hurt bitterly to treat off of Lorenz like that. I stared at the door for a long time after he left. He could never understand me as long as I was forced to play my dual role as a red and an undercover man. But I hoped, hoped with all my heart that he might have understood what I was trying to tell him to do.

And then... Then came that insidious probing finger of doubt, that I veiled my message heavily enough for my own safety. The next night, as I headed for a restaurant, I got the answer. A hard way. You, Svetik. What do you get in? Now, wait a matter.

Don't argue, Comrade, get in. Oh, no, you don't. I can do it. Hey, fool. Okay, let's go. I'll get in. Congratulations, Comrade Svetic. We're proud of you.

What for? You've redeemed yourself gloriously. You've proved. your faith in the party. You've given us even greater faith in you. I don't understand. Your conversation with that whimpering fool Lorenz. Irrefutable evidence of your loyalty

to our cause. You heard what I said to Lorenz? Standard procedure for suspicious cases. Tap the phone while the room. Your every word was recorded. Have your... Your new cell leader play the records for you. You'll enjoy them.

Thank you, Comrade, Malik. Our new cell leader. Is that what you said? Oh, of course you hadn't heard. I've been relieved of my duties. This morning, Arthur Lorenz testified before the committee investigating civil service affairs. His testimony has sealed my fate as a party worker. Oh, I see, but you seem so pleased. I'm to report to party headquarters right after this meeting.

The penalty for my incompetence in handling Lorenz will be determined by our leaders. Aren't you worried? I am exalted, comrade. My case will serve as a warning to other cell leaders. Even in failure, I will serve the Communist Party. My dedication is complete. The irony, the futile paradox of this sort of dedication. The frozen fire of Selma Malnick snuffed out by the weak, ineffectual Arthur Lorenz,

when Lorenz stopped being a red and became a human being. Even among the communist, I found myself constantly seeking out human qualities among the comrades. But always in the final analysis, I had two choices. To walk with the frosty-eyed political entities or to walk alone. I chose to walk alone. The blues will return in just the moment. Yes, there certainly is a difference in ale. That's just what you'll say when you enjoy your first rare, refreshing taste of rainier old stock ale.

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