Matt Svetik:
"I was a communist for the FBI."

Narrator:
The story you are about to hear is based on the actual records and authentic experiences of Matt Svetik, an undercover agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, who, for nine fantastic years, lived as a communist for the FBI.

Matt Svetik:
"I was in the party. I saw it work. For nine years, I recorded the communist conspiracy against the United States from within. This is part of the story."

Konostoy:
"I have had the feeling all evening that we have met before, Comrade Svetik."

Matt Svetik:
"Comrade," in the office, I spoke. "You are mistaken. You have not seem me before. Despite your efforts to beg to differ, I promise it was not I."

Konostoy:
"FBI agent. That's where I saw you. You were talking to an FBI man. I told you I would remember."

Matt Svetik:
"Sir you have me. Pistol as your personal greeting. You aim for my suicide. Bureau bullets fire at your scheme. That's right Konostoy. Scurry away. That's right. Scurry away."

Matt Svetik:
"The FBI fire laced the night with red as it went over me, but Konostoy had a good start. He was getting away went he hit that bad curve, doing seventy. Then there was nothing on earth that could save him as his car skidded over the steep embankment."

Lucifer:
"Deceived you were, you worthless beast. Embraced by flames through infinity. The godhead is absent."

Narrator:
Overturned and jammed into the tree's cervix. The cadillac spews forth its concoction [of fuel, antifreeze, and melted steel]. Chlorophyll disintegrates. Bark peels. Roots forever corrupted. Truly a majestic sight/site.

Konostoy:
"I was getting away when I hit that bad curve. Seventy on the road as I made my haste from the American fire that cut through the night. Red in my eyes, sickle-and-hammer soul. Fight or flight, I soared to my end. Was it worth it?