 Are you willing to undertake a dangerous mission behind the enemy lines? Knowing you may never return alive? What you have just heard is the question asked during the war to agents of the OSS. Ordinary citizens who to this question answered, yes. This is Cloak and Dagger. Espionage, international intrigue. These are the weapons of the OSS. Today's adventure, Operation Sellout, is the story of an American OSS agent who went into German occupied France to locate Nazi submarine bases and is suggested by actual incidents recorded in the Washington files of the Office of Strategic Services. A story that can now be told. I knew something was up when Colonel Palmer met Tom Barnes and me at the dock that night. He hadn't come down from London just to wish his bone voyage. There wasn't time for such formalities in the OSS. Even when a couple of its agents were embarking for the coast of Nazi occupied France. The minute the jeep pulled to a stop, the colonel stepped into the faint glow of the black-out light. Captain Dagger? Yes, sir. This is the radio operator, Captain? That's right, sir. I'm Barnes, uh, Lance Corporal Barnes, Sussex Guards. You men are all set? Yes, sir. You shove off in 20 minutes. I'll put you ashore below San Jose, just before dawn. After you've been landed, you'll move inland exactly six kilometers. You'll be met there by an agent of the Marquis. You understand? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Now, men. We got a lecture then, Tom and I. We didn't need it. We knew our mission was important. German submarines had been hitting our convoys in the Atlantic. Hitting them hard. Shipping losses had to be cut. And the best way to cut them was to blast the Nazi sub-pens along the French coast. Do I understand? It was my job to locate the biggest pens. It was Tom's job to radio the information back to England, so the Allied air forces would know where to lay their eggs. Now then... No, we didn't need any lecture on how important it was. Dagger, you're not listening. Oh, I'm sorry, Colonel. I heard it all in London two days ago, sir. I was wondering why you came down here to say it again. And they've had another reason for coming down. That's what we figure, sir. There's been a change in plans? A slight one, yes. Originally, you two would have wanted to take this mission alone. I've decided now to send a third man with you. Oh. Who is he, sir? I'd rather say nothing about it, till you see him. You'll be something of a surprise to you, perhaps. A surprise, sir? Yes, though not too unpleasant of one, I hope. Your reaction to him may well determine the success of your mission. I, uh... I'm afraid I don't understand, Colonel. You will in a minute. He's already on the boat. How long? Tom and I followed the Colonel in the dock. The British Navy torpedo boat that was going to take us across the channel lay in the water. A black shadow on a black night. We climbed aboard, stowed our gear on deck, moved toward the Ford cabin. Tom and I exchanged looks. Neither of us liked this slight change in plans. Your new man is in here, Captain. Let's have a look at him, Colonel. For a moment, the bright lights of the cabin spilling out on the deck blinded me. Then I saw him. First, I thought it was a gag until a guy turned, until he made a stiff bow from the waist, until he said, Good evening, gentlemen. I'm Lieutenant Karl Müller of the German Reichswehr. Then I knew it wasn't a gag. He belonged in that uniform he was wearing. It was all his, every Nazi stitch of it, right up to the death's head in Sydney on his left shoulder. Emily, this is Captain Link Daggart. And this is Corporal Barnes of the British Army on Detached Service with the OSS. It is a pleasure to meet you, gentlemen. Is it? Well, Palmer, may, uh... Barnes and I speak to you alone. All right, Daggart. I will go out on deck. Well, Daggart? Although we have to say it, sir, you must know how we feel about this. I'll say it, Link. Sir, I don't like the idea of taking a Jerry with us into Nazi territory. Do we have to do it, Colonel? You volunteered for this mission, Barnes. You don't have to do anything. Yes, but Daggart and I can do the job, sir, without a Jerry. You can do it faster with him, Corporal. And we've got to start hitting those sub-vans as quickly as possible. Miller will be valuable to you in obtaining information from his former fellow officers. Must have a lot of faith in this Nazi, sir. He's not a Nazi. He's a German. Is there a difference, sir? Yes. Even when he was an officer and one of Hitler's pet divisions, Colonel... Through no choice of his own, Daggart. Miller was captured by the British in North Africa two years ago. He's been working as an interpreter for the OSS for 18 months. He's been thoroughly screened. We have faith in his story that he's always been opposed to Hitler. Well, he could have been lying to you, sir, just waiting for a chance like this, a chance to get back to German territory. He could have been, but we don't think he was. Yeah, but if he were, Sir Barnes and I are a couple of dead ducks. He'll sell us out the minute we get across the channel. That's quite true, Daggart. And that's the chance you'll both have to take. Well, we could have backed out, but we didn't. You never do. Well, we headed across the channel, one Englishman, one American, and one German. I don't know what the German was thinking. He didn't say much. But the Englishman and the American were thinking it was going to be a one-way trip. Just before dawn, the torpedo boat put us ashore below San Jose. We stood listening to a motor's die-away. And I turned and walked up to Lieutenant Karl Müller. I lifted his luger out of its holster and he didn't say a word. I broke the gun open. There were twelve rounds in the clip and one shell in the chamber. I dropped the clip in my pocket and handed the gun back to him. The shell's still in it. Thank you, Captain. You're welcome. I left you one shell. If anything goes wrong, you may need it. That is, if you're on the level. I really always thought of myself rather than falling to the hands of the Nazis. Yeah, I know you will. If you're on the level. If you're not, though, you'll think twice about using it on us. You see, you couldn't get both of us with one shell. You understand? Yeah, I understand, Herr Kapitän. It was just a phony gesture, of course. He knew as well as I did that it didn't mean a thing. The country was occupied by a half-million of his countrymen. He could wipe us out like stepping on a bug. If he wanted to. Dawn was breaking when we left the beach. We started inland to keep our rendezvous with Philippe Martin, the marquee agent who was to set us up with a base of operations. It must have made quite a picture. Two men dressed as French peasants trudging along behind a Nazi officer. We kept to the fields and moved along hedge rows as much as we could. And we came to a highway. The German army rumbled by while we squatted behind the hedge row and held our breath. Looks all clear now, Link. Yeah, yeah, we'll cross one at a time. You first, Mueller. Yeah, Herr Kapitän. He got over the hedge row and out onto the highway. It was halfway across. Tom and I straightened up to follow him and we saw it. We dropped down again. A German reconnaissance car swinging around the bend in the road. It stopped a few feet from Mueller. He looked at the Nazis. He looked at him. We looked at both of them through the hedge row and waited. Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! It was in the lift of his voice. It was in the smile on his face. There was no mistaking it. Carl Mueller was back with his buddies. Carl Mueller was home. Link, let's get away from her. Make a run for it along the hedge row. For what? If he tips off those crouts, we won't get ten feet. Yes, I... I guess you're right. Well, if we go... I'm taking jelly with us. I'd had the same idea. I'd already sneaked my revolver out of my coat. We drew a bead on that stiff prussian back and we did some all-waiting. Crouching and waiting until... Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! All right, Captain. It is safe for you to come out now. We went out. But not before we'd exchanged another whisper. Not before Barn said what we were both thinking. Maybe the Colonel was right, Link. Maybe the Jerry's on the square. Or maybe he's just smarter than we thought. What do you mean? Smart enough to use us for bait? That was it, bait. Why get rid of us so fast? We weren't that important. He could get rid of us whenever he wanted to. And he'd only want to after we'd served his purpose. After we'd jeopardized the French Maquis by exposing them to him. Yes. After we'd sent a lot of Yankee and British flyers to their death. We joined Mueller and continued on to our rendezvous point. There's nothing I could do about it. Mueller had been assigned as a member of the mission. So far it acted like one. You don't knock off a fellow agent unless you're sure. All right, Link. We're just six kilometers east of the beach now. Yeah. Yeah, this pressure woods must be the place. What do we do now here, Captain? Nothing. Just wait. Wait for what, Monsieur? It stepped out from behind a bush silently as a shadow. But shadows don't carry Tommy guns. You were expecting someone, Monsieur? Yeah, a man named Philippe Martin. I am Philippe Martin. Well, then you know who we are. Now I'm afraid not, Monsieur. If there were two of you, I would know. Would not three. There was a last-minute change of plans. Very great change since it made room for a Nazi officer. Look, not all men who wear Nazi uniforms are Nazi officers. True, Monsieur, but old Frenchmen know a Nazi when they see one in or out of uniform. Why is this man here? That Tommy gun was shoving in a Mueller's chest. I had to talk fast. I explained who the German was. I said the OSS trusted him. The OSS may trust him, Monsieur, but I trust no German. That makes no difference. My orders are that Mueller is a member of this mission. Now let's get going. You hear me, Martin? Very well, Monsieur. Follow me. Where are you taking us? To my farm. You will set up your radio in my barn. Is it safe? Safe? Why don't you ask your friend, Herr Mueller? Two hours later, Tom had his transmitter set up in the loft of Philippe Martin's farm. A few miles outside San Jose. With your permission, Herr Capitaine, I will leave now. Yeah. You know what you do, Mueller? With these forged orders Colonel Palmer gave me, I will be able to secure all the necessary information about submarine pens in the San Jose area. If you want to. I hope, Herr Capitaine, I will be able to prove to you that I do want to. We hope so too, Mueller. All right, get going. We expect you to contact us daily. We don't hear from you. Link, comes to the door. Who could that be, Philippe? Philippe? It is all right, Monsieur. It is my sister, Marie. She is also a loyal member of the Maki. Marie Martin wasn't just a loyal Maki member. She was a beautiful one, too. I wouldn't have had a look at her to know it. I'd only have had a look at Tom Barnes as a brother introduced her. This is my sister, Marie, Monsieur. Marie, Captain Daggett, Corporal Barnes, and Herr Leutnant. Herr Leutnant? A German? Here? Lieutenant Mueller is a prisoner of war, Mademoiselle, working for the OSS. He is a Nazi. An ex-Nazi, Mademoiselle. The Nazis are dead ones. Philippe, throw this pig out of here! Wait a minute, Mademoiselle. Your brother and I have had all this out. Philippe has agreed to... You have no right to agree. This is as much my farm as it is his. I will not have a Nazi on it. All right, all right. In as much as Mueller is just leaving for San Jose on a mission... You are sending him on a mission? You must be out of your mind, Captain. I... I think she has a point, Link. Remember that little discussion we had back on the highway about Pete? Yeah, I remember, Tom. I know this is a difficult story, Yeah, I remember it, Tom. And I'm pretty sure now that we were right. We have no more proof now than we did then. I would rather he would stay here, Capitan, than see him go on a mission. Well, eh, here, Capitan, get going, you'll learn. Blink your machine, Tom! You will hear from me, here, Capitan. We, you will hear from him. Through the Gestapo. I wasn't sure she was wrong, and Tom Barnes was sure she was right. But then Tom's judgment wasn't to be trusted. Not where Marie Martin was concerned. Well, Tom, where you been? Well, I, um, I took a walk with Marie down by the brook. Hmm. You, uh, you take a lot of walks with Marie, don't you? Why not? There's nothing to do but cool our heels until we hear from Mueller. And quite frankly, old man, I can't think of anybody I'd rather... cool my heels with. And then we heard from Mueller. We heard quite a lot from him, and not through the Gestapo either. You must copy these maps immediately, here, Capitan. I must get them back to the Nazi headquarters before morning. You will find on them the location of the Nazi sub-pens from San Jose to Dunkirk. I copy the maps and decipher the code symbols, turn my report over to Tom to transmit to England, but Tom was stubborn. The maps weren't faking. I don't. Maybe Mueller's using us just the way we thought he would. Well, maybe he is. Then why on earth send that stuff out? Because those are my orders and I'm gonna obey them. I'll send it, Tom. We'll... see what happens. Well, we saw what happened. That night off in the distance, a thousand searchlights stabbed the sky. There were black plumps of smoke everywhere. The crowds were throwing up a curtain of flak that no air force in the whole world could penetrate. Next day, Mueller came back to the barn. By then, Tom had received the box score from England. Twenty planes. You hear that, Mueller? We lost twenty planes last night. I... I do not understand here, Corporal. Oh, no, no. You don't understand it at all, do you? They knew we were coming. They were waiting for us. But you don't understand it. You are implying, of course, that I betrayed you. But I give you my word. The word of a Nazi. What do you mean, Captain Daggett? Are you perhaps convinced now? I told you we should have listened to her, Link. Easy, Tom. It is too late, of course, to save those twenty planes. It is not too late to stop other raids. Well, of course, he's right, Link. I'll radio Colonel Palmer this minute. Yeah, Captain. Well, Mueller, I, uh... I have another map, if you wish to look at it. Let's see it. I, uh... I would prefer to show it to you alone. Alone? You pig of a German! Filthy scum! Are you suggesting there's anyone here but yourself who can't be trusted? Look, Mueller, you're in no position to make such a request. You have something to show me? You can show to me here. Very well, here, Captain. He had something to show me, all right. A detailed chart of the biggest sub-pens along the whole coast. I knew it was worth any risk to try to smash those pens. But Tom Barnes didn't know it. He needed a lot of convincing. He insisted that chart was bait. Just bait! It turned out he... was right. The next week was a nightmare. Eight planes at Austin. Six at Cherbourg. Nine at Lahav. Everywhere we struck, the crowds were waiting. Operations sell out, Tom and I called it. We had a name for lightning at Mueller, too. Tom wasn't around the night I reached a decision. I went looking for him. Tom by the brook, of course. It was a bright moon. I saw two figures as I approached. Then two figures became one for a moment. I... I love you, Marie. Oh, mon chère Tom. You must not say it. In France today, there is no place for the word love. Maybe not, my darling. But when the war is over, I'm going to ask you to marry me. Tom. Oh. Link, what are you doing here? Get back to the barn. I want your radio pommet to call off the raids. At last you have come to your senses, Capita. What about Mueller, Link? Well, forget Mueller. It's almost a week since we heard from him. We don't even know where he is. But we can guess, no, Capita. He's in Berlin, probably. Receiving a medal from his furor. Tom and I had to work fast. Once it dawned on the Germans that there'd be no more raids, they'd be after us. We radioed the colonel canceling the raids, telling him we thought our mission was over. Six hours later came the answer. The colonel thought otherwise. Good Lord. We can't be serious, Link. He's serious, all right. He still wants to smash those subpins at Santa's air. Since they couldn't do it from the air, they're going to do it from the ground with a commando raid. Yeah, commando raid. A hit-and-run attack where coordination and split-second timing were everything. Tom and I were to be the inside men. Big job, yeah. But this time we didn't have two strikes against us. No, because this was one clam-baked that Carl Mueller wouldn't know anything about. What do we do first, Link? Contact the local leader of the maquis. We'll let him know what's happening and he'll give us a safer place to roost. Oh, Philippe will know, huh? Oh, Philippe Saint Roir. Wait a minute. How about Marie? She might know, too. Right. Go get her. He went to find Marie. I packed up the radio and the other equipment. I heard the door open. I thought he brought her back. I was wrong. Good evening, Herr Capitale. Mueller, I didn't expect you to show your face around here again. I heard and said I'd say that their aides have been canceled. I was afraid you and Corporal Barnes might be on your way back to England. I'm packing now. Oh, I am not to go back with you then. There's only one place you're going, Mueller. So put your gun away, Herr Capitale. You do not need to kill me. Since you are leaving me here, I shall make use of the one shell you so kindly left in my revolver. Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure you will. You couldn't bear to be left behind with your pals, could you? You weren't from my gun, those shots. I didn't know where they were from. I didn't wait to find out. I hit the floor, dragging the candle off the table with him. The barn went black. I lay there for a second. And then from outside, I heard... Let's have some light, Link. I think I got him. Tom had fired the shots. When I'd lit the candle again, I saw he was wrong. The doorway where Mueller had been standing was empty. Mueller was gone. I was sure I hit him, Link. All right, never mind. We've got something more important than Mueller. You told Marine... Oui, Capitain. He told me. You wished to see the local Maki leader. That's right. Can you take us to him? May we, Capitain. I will arrange for you to meet Monsieur Etienne. She said it would take until the next evening to arrange it. Tom and I cleared out of the farm and holed up in a patch of woods where we'd first met Philippe. Of course, it had a stark rain. Just before dark, Marie showed up in the woods. It is done, Capitain. Monsieur Etienne will be waiting for you at eight o'clock. They're on behind the village cafe. Good work, Marie. You're going there with us, aren't you, Donnie? No, Moshe. I must return to Monsieur Etienne. But I will be waiting for you at the cafe. She was standing in the doorway when we got there at eight. She let us around the back into a small, dirty, dimly-lit room. What's wrong, Monsieur? It rose from his chair and stood behind the table. Monsieur Etienne was a small, dark man. His eyes were shifty and calculating. Kind of eyes you often find and a head that has a price on it. My apologies, Monsieur, for not seeing you sooner. I was at my headquarters in the hillside to walk down. The roads were wet and muddy. No apologies necessary, Monsieur. Merci. Mme. Marcel Martin informs me you wish the assistance of the maquis. We need plenty of assistance. British commandos are planning a raid on the port of San Jose. The commandos are on San Jose. Those eyes of his grew wider. They grew bright. He stepped from behind the table. But he shouldn't have, because that was when I saw his boots. They were clean and polished. There wasn't a speck of mud on them. And yet he'd walk through the mud from his headquarters in the hills, he said. Is something the matter, Capitaine? He knew something was a matter all right. He knew what it was, too. I saw my eyes on his boots and he understood. His hand went under his coat, but it never came out, because that was all I needed. Link for the love of heaven. One shot did it. He grabbed at his stomach and he slumped to the floor. Good Lord, Link, what's the idea? He's dead. Yeah, that's one collaborator less. Collaborator? Sure, that's all he was, Tom. Nazis planted him here to find out about our new mission. Yes, but they didn't know. We had a new mission. You said Mueller thought we were packing up to go back to England. That's right, he did. Well, then who could have... I started to tell him that I didn't have to. He saw it for himself. Marie? A look on her face confirmed it. A look on his face is the kind of thing you don't like to remember. That was all she needed. She bolted for the door and threw it open. I took one wild shot at her. I missed. Before I could fire again, she was gone. She knows about the raid. Link, we've got to stop her before she gets to the Germans. There's no telling which way she went, Tom. We'll split up. Good Lord. The sea, Link. It was Marie. Come on! She ran down the dark alley behind the cafe. At the end of it, we found her. Lying face down in the mud. She's... dead, Link. Yeah. But... but who shot her? I did, here, Corporal. Mueller! I'm so sorry, here, Barnes. I know how you felt about her. But she was our enemy. She had to die. Yeah, but... how did you know, Mueller? I finally found a Frenchman who trusted me here, Capitaine. His name is Monsieur Etienne. The main that was his name. You see, he thought that I was a Nazi, too. He confided in me. I... I say, Mueller. Here, Corporal. Look here, I... I ought to tell you. What I mean is I... I don't know how to say it. I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't trust... Do not say it, please. I... I understand. Here, Capitaine. Yes, Mueller. I have used that one shell you left in my revolver. Well, I wonder if you would permit me to have one more. No, I won't. No? Not one more, Carl. I'm giving you back the whole clip. That same night, we contacted the real leader of the Maquis. Two weeks later, the commando struck it in his air. They wiped out that sub-pen. When they went back to England, Tom Barnes and I went with him. And so did our friend, Carl Mueller. And once again, the report of another OSS agent closes with the words, Mission accomplished. Visit again next week for another true adventure from the files of the OSS. On... Cloak and Dagger. Paired in today's Cloak and Dagger adventure as Captain Daggett was Carly Splint, Tom Barnes, Ian Martin, Carl Mueller, Louis Van Rootman, Maried, Louise Erickson, Etienne, Raymond Edward Johnson, Marta, Arnold Moss, and the Nazi, Carl Webber. The script was written by Ken Field and music was under the direction of John Garth. Sound effects by Manny Siegel and John Power. Engineering, Don Avin. Today's OSS adventure was based on the book, Cloak and Dagger by Corey Ford and Alistair McBain. This program is produced by Lewis G. Cowan and Alfred Hollander under the direction and supervision of Sherman Marx. Three times mean good times on NBC.