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Tonight, the subject of our FBI file, Armed Robbery. It's title, The Five Pathems Stick Up. Most psychologists agree that there is no such thing as a definite criminal type. Criminals vary in their personalities just as do all human beings. But there are certain common denominator qualities you will find most criminals possessing. They are emotionally childish and apt to swing violently and abruptly from one mood to another, or selfish to the highest degree. Above all, they rarely know what it means to be sincerely grateful or obligated to others. In tonight's case from the files of your FBI, we meet a criminal who personifies these qualities. Tonight's file opens in a cottage located in the sparsely settled section of the Florida coast. It is night. In the living room of this modest dwelling, we find Leo Compton and his wife, Anne. Leo? Yeah? It sounds like the storm is letting up. Yeah. It should blow over before morning. What are you doing? Just working on some figures. Not very happy about a meeting. What's wrong? Well, what with the weather and all, I was only able to work 10 days last month. According to my arithmetic, we're only clear enough to make the final payment on our boat. That's fine. I don't think so at all. Why not? You've been skimping and saving for years so I could buy that boat. You needed it to make a living. Yeah, I know, but I hope by now to be able to do something for you. Oh, Leo. Time to buy clothes, things for the house. You will. I know you will. I can wait. Sure. Meantime I'll... Who's that? I'll see. Pretty late in the company. Come in. What? Come in, will you? Well, you're sure? Here, here. I better give you a hand. Thanks. Just lean on me. That's it. Come on. What's wrong with him? I don't know, Anne. Who is he? I've never seen him before. Yeah, sit there. Okay. He's wearing a light-preserver. Yeah. What's happened to you, mister? Our boat's been a couple of miles out. We had a reef. It's been tough getting in. Oh, my goodness. Anne, you go fix me something hot to drink. Sure. Get these wet clothes off of them right away. That same evening at an FBI field office some 20 miles away, Special Agent Jim Taylor is seated at a typewriter just finishing a report. Hey, Mr. Barkman. Yeah, Tony. It's on the police headquarters. Well, I found a message at home for me to report here at once. This is my night off. It was. Oh-ho. You've been assigned to work with me. Something big? Yeah. You'll rob me at one of the largest states out of Motion Drive. You been out there? Yeah, I just came back. What's our angle? Well, the FBI's job poses FBI agents. Oh. What are the details? A family named Williams were giving a party tonight. Two men dressed in dinner clothes presented fake credentials. They asked to see Mrs. Williams along. She took them into the library. One of the men threatened her with a gun, forced her to hand over her jewels, and she was bound and gagged, and the men ran out. How much were the jewels worth? Over $50,000. When was the robbery discovered, Jim? About five minutes after the men left. By that time, the thieves had made a clean getaway. They stole a car belonging to one of the guests. What was their word on them? Yeah, the car was just found abandoned at a dock about three miles from the house. And who turned that up? Local police. They also found a witness who saw two men in dinner clothes get out of the car and into a boat lying alongside the dock. They stole the boat, too? No, the witness said they seemed to know their way around the boat, so evidently it belonged to them. Did he catch the name of the boat? Yeah, it's, um, the dolphin. I imagine you already alerted the coastal authorities to be on the lookout, huh? Yeah. Have you got a description of the two men, Jim? Uh-huh. I've already put it on the teletype. What do we do now? Well, just hope that we get a quick report back on that boat. When did you get out? A couple of minutes ago. I've seen these clothes by the bed, so I put them on. That's what they were there for. How do you feel? Okay. Well enough for breakfast? Sure. How about some eggs? I just got them, right fresh from the hands. Swell. Well, sit down. I'll have something for you in a minute. Can I watch? Oh. If you like. Where's the fellow that was here last night? My husband. Is that what he is? Yeah. Kind of old for you, ain't he? He went to the store. He'll be right back. I see. What do you folks do here? My husband has a boat. He dives for sponges. You mean he dives with one of them helmets and suits? Yeah. Wow. That's good to know. Is that you, Leo? Yeah. I'm out here in the kitchen. How about the strangers? Good morning. Good morning. How you feeling? Okay, now. And cooking you up some breakfast? Yeah. Well, that should put you right back up on top. Excuse me now. I've got to go back down the boat. Oh, wait. I'll walk away with you. I've got time, ma'am. Go ahead. Mr. Compton's a name. Mr. Compton, your wife tells me you're a diver. That's right. Have you got all your equipment there in the boat? Yeah. Then I've got a proposition for you. Just listen to what I have in mind. Morning, Tony. Oh, hi, Jim. What'd you do, stay here all night? No, I came in about 20 minutes ago. Anything break? Yeah. I was just on the phone with a sheriff up at West Cove. And body of a man was found washed up on the beach there early this morning. From his description, he sounds like one of the missing jewel thieves. Then something must have happened to the boat. According to the sheriff, that's been pretty well established. Oh. Well, there'd been quite a bit of debris washed up on the beach from last night's storm, including a life preserver and a number of cushions on which were stenciled, the name Dolphin. Well, how this man died, Jim, drowning? Yeah. What about his companion? Sheriff found no trace of him. Well, how about the boat? Any idea where it's at? No, not so far. But the sheriff down there said he'd get in touch with us if anything else breaks. How it done, Mr. Compton? You should be getting near that reef. That is, if you remember the position right. Well, I told you. There was a boy in the mooring 100 feet from where the boat sank. I heard the bell ringing. We'll be there pretty soon then. Okay. I think I'll go below and see if your wife will rust me a little food. Well, hey. Hungry. There's some sandwiches. Help yourself. Okay. We'll be getting there soon. Aren't you excited? Why? Why? There's over 50,000 dollars worth of jewels in that boat. The deal I made with your husband, half that goes to him and you. I know. You still ain't excited? No, I'm not. There's something wrong with this whole thing. I already told you. I was working on the boat. There were jewels on that boat. The owner ran on the reef and it sank. And according to the laws of the sea, if we salvage the jewels, they belong to us. What happened to the owner? When we went down, I lost track. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. When we went down, I lost track. You got anything to drink? There's some water in that jar. Oh. You know something? You know what's the matter with you? You just don't like nothing. I guess that's what comes from hooking up with an old guy. You get mixed up, scared. That's not so. What you need, honey, is a young guy. Look. Okay. See you, ladies. Special Agent Taylor. Oh, yes. Hello, Sheriff. What's that? Yeah, yeah, he does. Have you contacted this accountant? No, no. I think I'd better come down to West Cove, too, Sheriff. I'll get a car and leave here within ten minutes. Huh? Has he dumped you? Yes, just a few seconds ago. What did he say? He's down about 30 feet, walking on the reef. And? Yellio. I've located the boat. Good. Did he find the boat? Yeah. I'm on deck. I'm going down into the cabin now. Right. What's he saying? Tell me, will you? He's going down into the cabin. Good. He shouldn't have any trouble from now on. The jewel's in a bag right under one of the bunks. I hope he remembers that. He will. Want a cigarette? No thanks. You don't like me much, do you? No. Why? I don't trust you. No, that ain't the real reason. You just scared it like me. And? Yellio. I've found the jewels. I'm coming up. Okay. What's he saying? He found the jewels. He's coming up. Swirl. Start the winch. Okay. Will it take him long to come up? No. And that don't give us much time, does it? For what? We're getting us straightened out. Look, I think we should settle something once and for all. You seem to have worked out an idea that because my husband's an older man and you're young, that makes you more attractive to me. Well, you're wrong. All wrong. I love my husband very much. No kidding. Help me bring him off the side. You hear me? Okay. I'll take that bank. Let me help you. Give it to him. Nice work, mister. It wasn't hard. You better head right in. It's getting dark. Wait a minute. Huh? Sorry, but me going back to your place. What do you mean? You just get on that wheel and go where I tell you. Not just a minute. You heard me. You're good. That's right. I found it in your cabin. I kindly do like I say. We will return in just a moment to tonight's exciting case from the official files of your FBI. Most people worry about how they may enjoy future financial security. If that is your problem, then why not consult a man who knows best how to help you. A friendly, helpful man who knows the answers. Your local representative of the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States. Perhaps you may have had the same experience Mr. Paul Guidesman had. What was your problem, Mr. Guidesman? Well, my wife and I are pressing 40, Mr. Keating, and I don't make big money. We began to wonder what would become of us when we were 60. 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It's unfortunate but true that tonight's good Samaritans came to Greek because they were not constantly on their guard. Your FBI again urges you to exercise caution in your contacts with casually met strangers. Our FBI file continues aboard Leo Compton's boat. It is night. Compton and his wife are standing by the wheel. The jewel feed is seated behind them giving orders. Just keep heading due south. I'll let you know when to turn in the shore. Leo, he has the gun. You gotta do what he says. Oh, this is pretty dangerous though. Running on a night dog is this with no lights? If we ain't got lights, nobody sees us. That's how I want it. You didn't tell us the truth before, did you? About what? That sunken boat in the jewels. No, I didn't. What's the real story? My brother and I stuck up a party the other night. We made a getaway on that boat. We hit three for the sun. Where's your brother? I don't know. When the boat went down, we both did the best we could. But I'm sure he made it. Bill's tough, real tough. The police must be looking for you for that robbery. Sure. But they ain't looking for you. You're the best protection I got. Why, we're sticking together till I'm in the clear. I'm Jim Tello. Oh, hello there, Jim. I've been waiting for you. Sit down. Thanks very much. I think I got quite a bit to report. Oh, you've been out to see this man, Compton? Yeah, but arrived too late. Oh, what do you mean? Well, a neighbor told me that Compton, his wife, and the man we're looking for all put out to see in Compton's boat early this morning. They haven't returned yet? No, but I think I got a motive for their going too. Oh, what's that? A professional diver. He has full equipment. Now, if the jewel thieves' boat did sink, which certainly seemed logical... The thief enlisted the diver's aid to recover the jewels. Yeah, that's right. Did you get a description of Compton's boat? Yeah, I've already sent out an alarm on it. Fine. Is anyone out at the Compton house waiting for the boats return? Yes, I left two deputies out there. Oh, by the way, I found these tuxedo pants in his cabin. They obviously belong to the thief. May I see them, please? I'll show you that. Here. There's a label there on the waistband. Yeah, I see it. French and company. They rent tuxedos. The shop is just around the corner from our office. Yes, I called them already. The store didn't answer, but I got French's home number. And? Well, he was out to a movie. Wasn't expected home at midnight. Well, let's see. It's, uh, 10, 15 now. Yeah. This could be a valuable lead, Sheriff. We might find out, Mr. French, who the two thieves were. I think I'll drive back to town. All right, you can swing due west. Head for that light. That's Midway Lighthouse. That's right. It's right at the mouth of West River. That's where we're headed. Up West River? Mm-hmm. We can't do that. Why not? But river's dangerous enough in the daytime. I'm not running up it with no lights at night. Just do like you're told. Look, this boat is all we have. We don't want to lose it. How can I guide you up the river? This is home base for me, and know it like a book. How far up do you aim to go? About 20 miles. 20 miles? That far up is nothing but swamp. We stopped just before we hit the swamp. Bayou City. That's my home. Why can't you get off at the mouth of the river? Of course, it's safer this way. I made a deal with my brother that if we got separated, we'd meet at home. I want to keep that deal. Well, I'm not running up there without lights. Yes, you are. My boat means too much to me. Stay at the wheel. No. See what I've got? If you didn't have that gun up. But I do have it. I get back to the wheel. Jim, are these the clothes? Yeah, the men left them here when they rented the tuxedas. Here, you take that suit. Okay. What about hats? They didn't wear any. No neckties either. The suit's pretty well worn. Nothing in the jacket pocket. This suit was bought at Neil Brothers, here in town. So this one? No. It doesn't give us much, though. Neil Brothers do too big a business to remember any individual customer. Yeah. Any dry cleaning marks in yours, Jim? No, I don't see any. Mr. French gave me a pretty good description of the men. Have you ever seen them before? No. I've seen these pants pockets either. Here's a shirt, Tony. Look for laundry marks, will you? Yeah, all right. French said both men looked and talked as if they came from back in the swamp country. This shirt must have been home laundered, Jim. No laundry marks. Go ahead. Let's take a look at the shoes. Okay. This pair was bought at a shoe store in Bayou City. So are these, huh? It's only the pair you got there. Are they mates? Are both souls worn? Yeah, why? Well, here, take a look at these. So long one of them is practically new. Hmm. Yet none of the witnesses said anything about either man being crippled or that they lived. I know. Let's get to a farm. Head over there for the left bank. Does it seem to go that close to shore? I took you all the way up the river, okay, then? See a little dock? Yeah. Pull along side. Is this where you live? Yeah. Thank heaven. I don't see no lights on in the house. Maybe I beat Bill back here. Pull along side. Mm-hmm. Well, get off. Not yet. Why? I got something to tend to first. Look, we've done as you asked. We brought you home. Now get off and leave us alone. It ain't going to be that easy. Well, why not? You both know too much. All we know is that we want to get away from here. Sorry. I got to make sure you keep quiet. What are you talking about? I got to kill you. Put down that gun. Ah! Is there ever you are? Who are you? I'll be alive, Mr. Condon. I'm a special agent of the FBI. Oh, my hand. I don't know what brought you here, Mr. You're glad. Harper himself was responsible for that. What do you mean? You left your clothes behind at that rental shop, Harper. When I examined your shoes, I saw that they'd been bought in Biocity and one of them was practically new. So what? Well, that meant that either you or your brother had trouble with one leg. And he's so... I contacted the doctors here in Biocity and gave them your description. One of the doctors remembered treating you for a broken ankle and he gave me your address. Why would he do it? All right, come on, Harper. Get on your feet. He's coming along with me. Harper was sentenced by a federal court to serve five years for impersonating a federal agent. At the conclusion of this term, he will then serve a 25-year sentence imposed by local authorities for robbery and assault. The two Harper brothers thought they had committed the perfect crime. And for a while it must have seemed to them as if they had. But no crime is perfect. Or somewhere in the devious machinations which produce crime. There is a clue left on some unsuspected point. Many times it is not an apparent clue. But while it is true that crime as a business has not progressed in 50 years, it is equally true that in the field of scientific investigation of crime there has been great progress. In tonight's case, for instance, the very manner in which a shoe had been worn was the undoing of a criminal who had planned very carefully. But that small clue was turned into the criminal's capture by superior knowledge of a special agent. Superior knowledge he had received as part of his training as a member of your FBI. If I should ask you, what do you want out of life? What would your answer be? Own your own home, give your kids a good education, have enough money to retire on? If those are some of the problems you haven't licked, then why don't you talk to a man who can help you lick him? Get acquainted with your local equitable society agent. Insurance is his business, providing you with the right kind of insurance that doesn't put a strain on your budget. Consult your local telephone directory for the name of your local representative of the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States. Next week we will dramatize another case from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Its subject, bank robbery. Its title, killer for hire. The incidents used in tonight's Equitable Life Assurance Society's broadcast are adapted from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. However, all names used are fictitious, and any similarity thereof to the names of places or persons living or dead is accidental. Tonight, the music was composed and conducted by Frederick Steiner. Your narrator was William Woodson, and Special Agent Taylor was played by Stacey Harris. Others in the cast were Walter Catlett, Whitfield Conner, Sam Edwards, Georgia Ellis, and Barney Phillips. This is Your FBI is a very divine production. This is Larry Keating speaking for the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States and the Equitable Society's representative in your community. And inviting you to tune in again next week at this same time when the Equitable Life Assurance Society will bring you another thrilling transcribe story from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Killer for hire on This Is Your FBI.