IWCF 027 - Little Boy Red

I was a Communist for the FBI, starring Dana Andrews and an exciting tale of danger and espionage. I was a Communist for the FBI. From the actual records and authentic experiences of Meth Sibbetic how many of the incidents in this unusual story. Here is our star, Dana Andrews as Met Sabetics two. For nine fantastic years lived as a communist for the FBI. This was Lynnyon's idea, by controlling the minds of our youth, we can eventually control the world. During my nine years with the controlled minds of communism, I saw startling attempts to put Lynyon's theory in practice. This is the story of. One of those attempts and the mind that refused to be controlled. In a moment, listen to Dana Andrews as Matt Semitic under cover man. Now here is Dana Andrews as Mat Semitic under cover man. This story from the confidential file is marked little Boy. Read The Freedom League camp for underprivileged children sounds pretty, doesn't it inspire? The illusion of sun starved kids from the tenements collecting freckles and extra pounds in pure mouth there. Well, it's an illusion, all rye, a bright red illusion. The fresh air and freckles are the bait. The kids are the victims, hooked on the party line and reeled into the comming nest of mental corruption. I was on my way to one of the largest of these youth traps, sent by my red comrades to act as special counselor. I was to learn more about my duties. After I reached the camp, it looked pretty pleasant at first, a pastoral setting, gotted with tents and rusty cabins. Then I saw the hammer and sickled banner, the high wire fence, and the man at the gates. They where we are? Say we are? I said you, okay, okay, take it easy. Oh are you? What do you want here? I'm looking for Daniel Perrin, your camp director. What for he's expecting me? What's your name? Sevedic? Mathsvetic? Just a minute, somebody named Sevedic at the gate. There's comrade parent expecting all right, okay, well right in, comrade a reddi the big cabin near the ball. Field, that's the camp headquarters. Thanks, Oh what am on my car? Give me the keys. I'll take care of it. Okay, here you are, thank you well. I hope you enjoy you stay here, comrade. I headed toward camp headquarters, noticing the neatly clipped lawns and tidy cabins, the rows of tents pitched with machine like precisions. This was fine, but somehow the orderliness had a cold and personal look to it. Something was missing, laughter of kids having fun, maybe the informality of summer games. Everything was too neat, too tidy, almost sinister in its silence. As I reached the ballfield, I realized that my first impresons might have been all wrong. The teams on the field look great. The kids played like best pocket than my Joe's. It was the top of any and a skinny ten year old slugger was facing their picture with blood in his eye. Then the pitch, the swing. Cat personnel, a pet cat personnel. All play equipment will be turned. Into the supply immediately, but then electure and dialectics will begin in ten. Minutes, ten minutes. Strangely enough, there were those signs of protests from these kids. Almost mechanically. They collected the bats, gloves, balls and responded to the metallic commands of the public address system, and then another sign of that cold and personal communist deficiency. Comrade spetic, report your camp headquarters without further delay. Comrade report your camp headquarters without further delay. Comrade courent pairing, hmmm. Ah, smetic, the gateman announced your. Arrival some time ago. Where have you been, whom? I just stopped to watch the ball game? Promptness and obedience are by words here at Freedom League. Camp counselors are expected to set the example for the boys. Yes, comrade, don't forget it now, then you have your orders. Well, just that I'm to be a special counselor nothing more. All right, Sit down, Sit down. He does the name Samuel Kussman mean anything to you, Carson, Well, sure, he's a military artor shape from Frankly, his government is a glowing example of the glories of communism. Cousman has been a trusted official for years, a good representative of the Communist International until recently. He's been undue to hear in America for quite a while. I think, yes, too long. He's been swayed by the soft life of the bourgeoisie. We have proof that Samuel Coussman intends to become a traitor to the party. I I don't quite understand this. How do you know he intends to turn traitor? Simple? He wrote a letter to his wife's spating his views. It's in his own handwriting. You've seen the letter, naturally, it's in the party files. But as I say, steps have been taken to make Cousman reconsider his plans. He hasn't become an American citizen, has he no? Which makes it easier for us to deal with him. Just how are we dealing with him? Cussman has a son, Johann, an intelligent, well manned boy about thirteen. We had him brought to the camp this morning. When Coussman realizes that his son is in custody. Here at Freedom Lee in just. A minute, comrade, these phrases had him brought here in custody. So I'd like your kidnapped the boy. The kidnap is an unfortunate word. SETI see to it that our guest does not leave the camp. You mean I was sent up here to guard a kidnapped boy for the time being. That's your job. Dismissed A look, I'm dismissed. As simple as that hold a man's son is hostage until the man bows to the coming demand. All part of the red routine. But was a just routine to send me fifty five miles to guard a thirteen year old prisoner. There must have been another sickening chores in store for me? But what were they? And the boy what was in store for him? Johann was in his tent our tent, huddled at the far end of his cot, sobbing softly. He was a sensitive looking kid, small for his age, neatly dressed in a well tailored brown suit. His trim appearance was in direct contrast to the disheveled, loppied brown and white puppy held on his lap. Both the boy and the dog looks startled, lying into the tent. How how do you do sir? Hi Johann, My name's Matt. Looks like we've both been assigned to this tent. Yes, sir, hope you don't snore at night? No, sir God, how about the pop Nikolay is quiet? Sir? He is a good dog. He is huh ay boy, oh hey uh Johan, Yes, sir. The sh Nikolay he's uh he's a her Yes. Sir, my my father always tells you that too. Well, now it's nothing to cry about it. Yeah, come on, I don't need to cheers around here. Yeah blow, thank you, sir. Okay, Now I am sorry, sir, Hm, I mean I ask you something. Sure? How long am I to stay here? My father? He will be worried about me. I I did not say goodbye. Oh well, uh, that's all been taken care of, Johann. If you like, you can send him a postcard later and say, how about taking a walk around the camp with me? Get acquainted with the kids and Mat. Mat might as well have some fun while we're here. Son, it looks like we're stuck with each other for a little while. Matt, I want to go home. I do not like it, to hear it. Please, I have some money. Let me go. You can't tell them I slipped out while you were sleeping. Oh man, please? Oh your hen, I can't. What's the matter. I know how you feel. I'd like to help you. Really, Hey, your face, your face, Mat, you look so worried, so conferred for it. Wait a minute, what's all this about? He was funny, Nikolai. He was almost believing. My DearS, believe you mean all that? Crying. His tears are just that. Gag and I do not be angry comrades. Comrade, of course we are friends, Matt, Comrades, I know I can trust you. Now. You look so funny. I get it. They were putting me to the test, is that is? And I fooled you too, did I not? Yeah? Yeah, you had me food all right? What about your father? Are you really worried about him? Or was that an act too? Sentimentality is for the week, is it not. My first loyalty is to the party. I proved that with the letter. What letter? Why my father's letter to my mother? You mean you turned that letter over to the party, reported your own father to. Me, and so surprise, Comrade, it was my duty. I am sure you would want your son to do the same thing, would you not? Are you uh getting on well with. Our little guests? M yeah? Great. Listen, Commrad, turn that kid doesn't need a god. He's perfectly happy up here, A good loyal party worker. He even sacrifices father to the car. True. True, but children are unpredictable. We can't risk losing him now, which brings us to the main reason you are here, Oh Musco want Samuel Kusman to take the next boat home. When he returns to his home land, of course, he'll be treated in the prescribed manner for traitors I see, and the boy your heart. He'll be returned to his father only when Calsman boards the ship, not before they'll sail together. Here that if tails are listed right here? Stunningham, carefully, you mean I'm to present the party's case to Cowsman exactly. You are to convince Carsman that he has no choice. If he wants his son back, he must accept our turns. I'll wait a minute. Let's be realistic about this. Johann has been a pretty treacherous son. That's a matter of values, of course, sure, But by Cosmon's values, it's treachery. His own son has reported him to the party. That's true. True, the boy prefers the party to his parents. Do you suppose Cowsman would want his boy back? That, comrade, is why you've been chosen for the job. You must be very, very persuasive. And if I can't convince Cousman, if we lose control of Coufsman, it can be disastrous to our cause. A party is placing its welfare in your hands fetich. Failure on your part is bound to be considered a form of treason. Need I say more? No, Comrade, You've said enough. Now Back to Dana Andrew starring as Mat Simatic and I was a Communist for the FBI, and the second act of our story the diabolical hospitality of the Communists. Welcome to the party, but don't try to leave. If they couldn't keep Cowsman, they'd see to it that he lost his son. The FBI could have settled this case quickly, But how can I get to him? The only phone at the camp where we could call outside was an antique wall instrument in the back room of Comrade Paren's headquarters cabin. I had to figure some way to get off the camp grounds. I worried about it for hours, and then returned to Parent's office, well fedick, what now about this Cowsman project? Comrade Parent? Can I count on you to help me? Naturally? Good Cowsman doesn't know we have his son here at the camp? Does he not yet? Then I'd like you to let him know immediately. A short quirt note would be much effective. A note from me, why me you're handling this? Sure? I'm handling this. But Causman knows you, he knows you rank high among the party leaders, santasar he didn't even know my name. Well, you're probably right. A note from you could get action fast. He had realized we mean business, all right, What shall I say? Let's see half far away from the closest town. There's a little village about six miles from here. Any hotels there, just one, the Pine Top Lodge. Why tell Cosmon that you're holding his son as hostage. If he wants his boy back, get the register at the Pine Top Lodge by Wednesday noon. I'll contact him there. Good, good, Simple him to the point. I'll send the note special delivery immediately. There was no turning back now. I was in it up to my ears. If Cosman had any love for his son at all, he'd bow to the Kami terms. I couldn't let Cosmon be sent back to his homeland. But as long as John remained a willing captive of the Reds, there was no way to prevent it. Maybe I was just being naive or desperate, but I thought I'd try to appeal to Johann's human qualities. Maybe I could stir up enough emotion in him to make him want to get away from the camp. He might even want me to help him get away. Nicholas running to beg for food. Up a good job there, Eat it all. That's quite a few meat scraps you've got. There from my supper to night. I save scratch from Nikolai every night. Look your hand. Your father is coming here. He'll be here Wednesday. I'll try to get him a visitor's. Past father here and he will be unhappy. He does not approve of our beliefs. Uh, you don't want to see. Him, Comrade, My father is a trader. Why should I bother with him? What? Look? Mat, Nikolai is begging again. She learns so fast. Yeah, I listen, butter, and listen hard. Your father's in trouble. You got him into trouble. As long as you're a prisoner here, he hasn't got a chance. Doesn't that bother you at all? Oh, Matt, you cannot fool me. You're testing me now, aren't you do the test? Mat? Are we still comrade? Yeah, you passed the test alright, you're at the head of the class. But mister Swetick, I did not come to compromise. I want my son. But you fail to see cosmon is that you haven't any choice, no choice at all. Your government bought your tickets for your rife. Yes, yes, of course they did. But then you have no complaints. You're getting off easy. You're being sent back home. I see, But what of Johann? What did to happen to my son? Your son is a true party worker. He didn't even let his own father stand between him and his loyalty to our cause. Yes, I I knew about the letter, but I cannot hold him responsible for this sort of act. I I am the responsible one. I taught him to be like he is. You still want him back? Johann is my son's reetik, I've made terrible mistakes as a man and his a father. I just want him with me again. Please? What must I do to get him back? Promotorship greg Arley's New York On Friday? Your embassy has reservations for. You to win my son. I lose my freedom. Perhaps perhaps this is my atonement watch of Johanna. He'll sail with you, that is, if you still wanna go through with this. Friday's pitch Friday, they will have my boy again. Cousman looked ten years older when he left the hotel, and I was responsible for his agony. If I let him board that ship for his home, then I'd be more than just a COMMI torture master. I'd be a murderer too. Here you are brighter, Berdot speaking Bernoch. This is Red Sea. I've just got a minute. Okay, Matt, let's hear it. Samuel Kausman's son is a hostage at Freedom League camp. Where are you? I'm about six miles from the camp. Oh, we'll come up and get the boy. Oh no, wait. If the FBI showed up, they'd suspect something. I'd be on the spot. I can't explain the complications. Now, what should we do? Send someone up here, cruise in the area around the camp. I'll try to get the kid off the campground somehow, and he want us to pick him up at it. Yeah, that's right, and be patient. It may take a while, but I'll figure some way to get the kid out of there. If I can't get to you by phone, I'll I'll tip off the cruising car somehow. If nothing else, the trip to the village did give me a chance to contact the FBI field office but now I had to smuggle Yohan out of the camp before cowsman board to the ship on Friday, where the Johan liked it and not. It was dark when I got back to the camp, a knife as black as my mood. I was rounding the rear corner of the mess hall on my way back to the ten twin. Hey who is back there? Hey? Wait a minute, hold on, hold on here. Yeah, and the hotel. They're not gonna get hurt. And I watched the big idea. Well, why do you know? What were you doing in the kitchen? Yod? Huh oh mad, oh, please, Matt, don't tell them, don't turn me in for discipline. They calm down, what's this all about? I just win and work. Food for a nickela on Matt, nothing else. They will not give me dog food. They will not give me. It's the scraps. My dog is hungry, Mat. Why what party order you permitted to own that dog at all? I wanted to go ask you that before. Nicholas Mine, Matt, she likes me, she's my dog. Yuh, sure you're a dog and you steal food from the now the vital party workers. The feet are useless, but comrade, the party has no use for any being that cannot further the cause. Nicolayaus has nothing to do with our cause. Exactly what are you going to do? Get back to your tents. What are you going to do to nicola Just what's expected of me? First thing in the morning? Mad, Mad, are you awake? Hm mm? But now what will you do to Nicolai? Oh? For Pete's sake, go to sleep, you have it. It's late. You must tell me. What will you do to my dog? Oh? I guess you'll have to be liquidated? Mad, Oh, go to sleep. You cannot kill Nicolaia. I never had an animal before. He likes Mattie. Oh, it's fine talk for a party member. Bring Nikolain down to the lake before breakfast. You can help me drown. I fought to stay awake then, hoping to see my plan take effect. Then hours later I floated out of a light doze to see Johann dressing rapidly in the pre dawned gloom. In a moment, he scooped up his dog and ducked through the tent flap. I lay on my cot, waiting, giving him time to clear. Five minutes, ten minutes time enough. I hopped out of bed, put on some clothes, and ran for the phone at camp headquarters to alert the FBI. Preen's headquarters cabin was dead ahead. Now. I didn't want to take the chance of being spotted in the front, so I ran to the rear up the stoop. I was inside the screen door and across the room and am min A thumbing around for the phone at the wall. Yeah, there it was, so Hello operator, Hello, operator, Hello, who's there? Who's back there? R? I hadn't noticed the light under the door. I had no way of knowing he'd been working at his desk in the front room. Here, who's back sake? What are you doing here? What are you doing at that? Phonel? I was just just trying to call the gateman. Your hand's gone. He's escaped. What I woke up a while ago and his cot was empty. Hurry the leo arms. I think he can't escape. If we lose him, I'll hold you fully responsible for this. I'll never mind that. Now, wake up the camp. Come on, where's the switch for that loud speaker of yours right over there by the desk? Turn it on? Hurry up? I turned it on alright, I clicked on the power and then twisted the volume control as far as it would go. The louder the better. I meant for everyone to hear everyone. Okay, go to a comrade. I think your fool turned down the body and we'll wake up the whole countryside. That's just what I wanted it to do. If it was loud enough, it might be heard by the FBI men cruising outside the camp for a while. My hopes were high. Half dressed, half away kids ran through the weeds shouting Johann's name. Confused counselors orders at each other, but no unfound yohn imst cheer enough just outside the case. A moment later, the report came to home. Your and counselmen had been found. They were holding in up the main gate. What sort of foolishes is this? Comes to your camp? Get away from me? I won't kill that. Won't you get back of the camp? Get back before I won't. I won't. I won't let him go. Paren we've got company. Let me go, Let me go. I hate I hate all. Why you were that boy jumper? What are you get off of these swamps? What do you want here? This is none of your affair. My name's murder, Federal Bureau of Investigation. What Setic? Did you already think about this? What's it all about? I don't know, Karen. I thought you might know. This camp has been under observation for months. Parent, We've been waiting for one little slip, one little reason to come in and. Get some polease sweeze less to take before he'll be away from here? You want to kill Nikol? Why? It's all right, John, We're going, but I like to have a few words with mister Perrin. First me, Why he? What about him? Svetik? What about Stic? We're interested in you. Parent, We have other plans for SETI. Maybe you remember it. There were hearings, trials, all sorts of excitement, especially when Samuel Kusman told his story and showed the kidnap note signed by Perrin. And when it was all over, there was a picture in the newspapers. You probably saw it. A boy, his father and a loppied brown and white pop together understanding each other. They had found something Communism could never offer, something I could never hope to find. As long as I walked the crooked red path, as long as I walked alone. Dana Andrews will return in just a moment. This is Dana Andrews in the story you just heard. Names, dates, and places are fictitious to protect innocent persons. Many of these. Stories are based on incidents in the life of Matt Svedik, who for nine years worked under cover as a communist for the FBI to help assure that our country will remain free. Next week, another fantastic adventure. Join us then, won't you