 For the FBI Starring Dana Andrews in an exciting tale of danger and espionage. I was a communist for the FBI Many of the incidents in the story you are about to hear are based on the actual records and authentic experiences of math Sovetic who for nine fantastic years lived as a communist for the FBI Here is our star Dana Andrews as math sovetic Burn a candle at both ends and the candle lasts half as long. I did it for nine years For nine years. I lived two lives as opposite as day and night life and death Sometimes living a double life brings death just twice as close and closer. It did for me many times Well, I was a communist for the FBI In a moment listen to Dana Andrews as math sovetic under cover man Andrews as math sovetic under cover man This story from his confidential file is marked I can't sleep I'm heading for a conference with a big wheel and it's about what I think it is. I'd better talk to you Where are you calling from? Drugs or phone booth Then let me do the talking They say it was suicide. I think it was murder Never mind what you think. It was suicide Was it? Look Matt, I have a funny feeling I'm on the same spot Otto Janice was before he got his Go to the meeting Watch yourself I wonder as I walk toward communist headquarters for my meeting with Joseph Bucek Was Otto Janice told to watch himself before they found him dead My footsteps echo the cadence of a name familiar to Americans who read good books Otto Janice Otto Janice author Critic Otto Janice Author Farewell Nero Author Citizen Slav Author Trumpet the brave country History Immigrant Patriot Communist Party member Corpse Found hanging immediately in his hotel room in New York City Why such an end to such a man How? That's what Joseph Bucek wants to talk to me about Little Joe Very close to Big Joe himself in the Kremlin Watch yourself sovetic Comrade Sovetic, I have work for you Always ready, comrade, as you know As you know, the party has just suffered a great loss and the tragic death of the head of a slob in New York We were all shocked to hear about comrade Janice Found hanging in his hotel room No Sovetic The papers say suicide The capitalist press says suicide while it implies murder They seem to implicate the party As only they can Well the answer is to prove that it was suicide As only we can Your assignment, comrade Sovetic, is to go to New York and establish that comrade Janice hanged himself After all, why should we murder one of our most trusted comrades? Eh, Sovetic? When do I leave? I asked you Why, it's manifestly ridiculous to think we made away with Janice As you say, why should we? Unless he was an FBI agent Which I am sure he was not You leave tonight I'm at a wire for a hotel reservation A reservation is ready for you We sent a brat to hotel May I ask Just how do I go about proving that Otto Janice killed himself If the police are in doubt? You will receive instructions in New York Very well Well, you will deliver three separate addresses to the meeting of the press committees on newspaper propaganda Aren't they say three days in New York? Well, you will also report to the Solving Bureau as the new acting chief Me? Replace Otto Janice? Why not? You knew him You sometimes checked his manuscripts for political reliability You're one of his nationality What is more natural than that you should succeed our mourned comrades Temporarily So the meeting was about Otto Janice, eh, Matt? Yeah Can the FBI answer a big question for me? I don't know, Svetic What's the question? Well, Janice is an undercover agent, like myself I can't answer that Why are they really sending me to New York? We want to know too We'll give you all the help we can Watch yourself, Svetic I tried to sleep, sitting up on the night coach to New York, thinking Did Otto Janice wear two faces like myself? How did he die? Suicide or cleverly disguised murder? Over and over again, round and around I can't sleep And then mercifully, I do fall asleep There you are There you are Hey, how's that stranger? Janice, Roger Janice Yeah, yeah, get off my shoulder, huh? Suicide Hey fellow, wake up Butchers, butchers, butchers Hey, wake up, guy, will you? Huh, what? Are you always talking your sleep? Fuck What did I say? I don't know, butchers are something What else? What else? I don't know, just mumbling, I guess, butchers Oh Hey, what's the matter? You got a beef against butchers? Not that I know of Oh Oh, excuse me, don't let me keep you awake That's all right I've had enough sleep Plenty I sit up tensely all night I never used to talk in my sleep Maybe it's beginning to get me In the morning, leery-eyed and stubble-chinned I check into the hotel in New York It's a nice double room with twin beds An unusual extravagance for the party But I'm a big man now I don't wait to unpack before I pick up the phone To check with Communist headquarters Report in Operator, will you give me Sheridan 3-7-1? Never mind that number, operator, thanks Yeah, come in Yes, who are you? Hey, look at these suitcases I'm your dormitory mate, that's who I am Dormitory mate A carp, comrade carp, with a K I wasn't told I'd have a roommate when I got here I'm attending the press committee's meeting Same as you, comrade I gotta use the telephone, excuse me Hello, operator Wait a minute, hang up Well, I've got a report Hang up I like you, comrade, I like you You don't take no for an answer I want to know more about you before I split a room with you Yeah, well, carp is the name With a K, I know And that's all I know so far That's why I'm calling headquarters, comrade So we can both check on each other Hey, wage slave How about Sheridan 3-7-1-1-5? I sit on one of the beds as carp for the K Talks to communist headquarters and establishes Beyond question his right to be here Then I report and get my orders for the day While I talk, I size up carp I study his luggage And all at once the coal sweat starts all over my body One piece of luggage is a battered suitcase But the other is a big, powerful tape sound recorder I finish my call and hang up frozenly A sound recorder, why? I'm going to spend three nights in this room with comrade carp And I'm the undercover boy Who's taken lately to talking in his sleep And all at once I wonder who the man beside me in the train was Was he sent to watch me too? Did he tip off the party to send comrade carp to haunt me? With a tape recorder? I don't know I don't know Or don't I? Yes, sir, you're comrade Servetti Tell me you were a friend of Otto Jannis A comrade is more like it In a strict party sense only Why do you suppose he bumped himself off anyway? That's what I'm here to find out How are you going to get it to fax? Comrade Bucheck said I'd receive instructions How to proceed when I got here Yeah You're getting your instructions now, comrade The instructions are that comrade Otto Jannis committed suicide I understand You were here to meet with the press committees this afternoon To plan the spreading of that fact Among the Slav element in America Give me the line on Jannis then He was a sensitive artist He was an ill-health He'd been worrying about the precipice of chaos and war To which capitalistic aggression was leading his beloved adopted country All right I wish Bucheck had been more specific with me, that's all So comrade Bucheck was specific with me And I'm specific with you Same difference Comrade Yeah What's the tape recorder for? Oh, that Oh, record the minutes of the meeting Copy them down later All right Well, I'm sort of a high fidelity sound hobbyist myself That's a good machine Yeah, sensitive as the human ear And it works while you sleep Yeah What do you mean? Works while you sleep Wait a minute, you kid I think I'm going to stay awake during all that palaver If I can grab 40 wings while this machine listens in Good idea Yeah Well, I'm going to grab some sleep right now Immediately and at once Yeah Me too, comrade I'm tired, all right Dead dog tired and I'd love to sleep But I can't I've become an unstable character who wakes up screaming Besides strangers and railroad coaches I'm the man with two faces Immunist for the FBI Opening slightly at the seams I've got three nights ahead of me in New York With comrade carp in the same room with me Listening And if he doesn't listen That sensitive machine has ears I am I'm dead dog tired I don't dare sleep For three more whole days and nights Suppose I talk I don't dare sleep I was a communist for the FBI And the second act of our story One night up on the train Last night's sleeplessness Two more endless nights ahead of me And never, never out of sight of the comrade So I can snatch him home asleep I can't last through that Nobody can Only I've got to Two in the morning A second night And fighting off sleep like some overpowering drug Jolly, jolly comrade is sleeping lightly But sleeping, he sleeps When he gets too tired to sleep lightly He'll plug in that tape recorder and sleep heavily Sure, I can't take this anymore I can't, I can't stay awake Gotta do something or go mad or kill myself Something Operator, operator give me room service No, no give me the drugstore Yeah, thank you, thank you Hello, drugstore Look, I know there's a kind of, a kind of tablet Tablet they take when they want to stay awake on, on long drives, you know I said there's a kind of tablet I can't speak any louder I might wake up my comrade, my partner I said have you got those, those stay awake tablets they use when Hey, it's the medic Oh never mind then, thanks anyhow Drugstore, that's all Four o'clock Four o'clock Yeah, can't sleep I ask him to send up some sleeping pills Sleeping pills? Yeah Sleeping pills? Yeah Why? Why? Don't you know you can't buy those things without a doctor's prescription Oh, yeah, sure So the pharmacist told me Ah, relax, relax Take yourself a glass of lukewarm water Let yourself go limp, relax Okay, I'll try that Yeah, you'll sleep Thanks, Kevin You're welcome Night Hey there boy Come on, arise and shine boy, arise and shine All day into the evening, part of the night, finishing up our stay Work, a party, down with them and up with us I've been up three days and three nights now I can't see straight I don't know if I can take it again But I can't shake the comments to steal an hour's sleep somewhere I want to scream at them, I want to yell at them to go away and leave me alone Let me sleep or I'll go crazy or I'll fall asleep and talk Let me go FBI I hate the FBI I hate them I hate them Let me go, let me go, let me go I've been up in bed, I've been asleep I've been asleep and I've talked, I know I've talked I heard myself, I woke myself up with it FBI, I said, I heard it Did he? I looked over at Karp, a jolly comrade He's asleep, but his mechanical stooge isn't Karp's limp hand is wound round a toggle switch And the wire leads under the bed to the sound recorder With my sleep talking on the tape There's only one thing to do, I'd do it Creep out of bed, belly close to the floor Slyther under Karp's bed, stop the recorder He raised the sound from the tape magnetically Wait an eternity for the reel to wind back and erase the tape Karp tosses in his sleep, I freeze Silence again Then carefully, I start the recorder normally again Creep back into my bed This time, Sevetik, this time Keep awake if it kills you Because if you don't keep awake, it may kill you too Get that, Sevetik You get it Get it I heard you, yes There's no Roberts here And I don't know of Mr. Baker You've got the wrong room Goodbye Your work is done by noon Getting away to meet Baker is easy now I find him sitting on the steps of the library Near one of the marble lions Hometown boy, am I glad to see you We don't talk, we take a cab and go to an office In the West 40s And there, Baker Unlimbers, a portable recorder of his own Starts it rolling That sound familiar to you? Just a lot of traffic noises, far away The FBI here knew about the meeting And which room you have We wired the room the first night you arrived What did you find out, if anything? Lissom Oh, well, I know that sound by now That sounds like me Yeah, that's you all right I hate the FBI I hear them I hear them Cut You picked that up last night? You talked in your sleep I know I tried to stay awake, but I couldn't It just so happens that you couldn't have said anything more in your favor If your roommate overheard you He didn't His tape recorder did And I think I crawled into Carp's bed to erase that stuff They had loved me in the Kremlin You erased it How did I know what I'd babble in my sleep? And you started the machine again? Naturally Sovetic, look alive What's the matter? Carp knows when he started that machine When he hears the clock on that tape striking three and four He'll know the tape was erased and started over again He'll know who did it and why you did it And suspect the worst Fine And we all make mistakes Yeah We've taken the room next to yours If anything happens, we'll try to help you Thanks I said we'll try Thanks How long bigger? So far another What did you expect to catch? All I got is traffic from outside Oh wait Steeple clock Carp's wrapped face Has the clock on the tape strikes three He keeps on smiling But I know these people, the comrades I know them so well That I know the verdict on Otto Janice's death Suicide I know that he too Must have been on the spot And chose suicide Rather than endure the maddening torture The comrades could inflict I knew Otto Janice hanged himself Because I almost came to that Verdict Suicide Mission accomplished Boy, there's a real late sailing Ship held up with the fog luckily Probably You know these things are a lot of use A lot of fun too, Semitic And then all at once the truth hits me I know that the clock chiming three on the tape When it shouldn't chime more than two Hasn't rung any bells with Comrade Carp And I know something else and know it right And that is that the myth of the new Soviet man's wit and cunning is a myth We can be as smart as they are And they can be as dense as we are Any time of the day or in the dead of the night So long, Comrade Carp Where to, Comrade? Hey Wade, how about 40 winks before we Get some train back? Help me, I feel fine I'm going for a walk I don't know if Otto Janice was an FBI Agent playing Communist like myself Or not I think the comrades thought so And gave him some treatment like my own He killed himself rather than take it anymore At least that's my conclusion It's me think Walk carefully, Semitic Walk carefully and walk alone It might have been you The star Dana Andrews will return in a moment This is Dana Andrews The story you've just heard is just one of many That make the life of an undercover agent Exciting and adventurous from a nice safe distance For obvious reasons names, dates and places Have been changed but our stories are based On the real life experiences of Matt Semitic Next week we open his file for another Exciting adventure Join us then, won't you?