This is Your FBI: The Dime-A-Dance Stickup (syndicated)

This is your FBI. This is your FBI. The official broadcast from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Tonight, the Sub-Tib-R-F-B-I file bank robbery. It's title, The Daima Dan Stick Up.

The Special Agents of your FBI are drawn from many different sections of the country. Some come from well-to-do homes. Others are the type of men who as boys did odd jobs after school to augment the family income and then went on to work their way through college.

But whether their background is luxury or hard knocks, the men of the FBI have two common denominators. These are courage and mental alertness. Courage to face the armed killers of the underworld. the lurchness to seize on the one clue in a carefully planned crime, which leads finally to its solution. In tonight's case, we see special agents of your FBI proving once again

that they possess metal alertness and courage. Tonight's file opens in a shabby second floor dance hall located in a large western city. It is early evening, one of the hostesses is seated at a corner table as another hostess approaches.

Hi Jane. Oh, look Grace. Mind if I sit here a minute? Ooh, I feel you're killing me. It's a shame. How many tickets you got so far kid? Three? Three, huh? Um, look, you mind if I tell you something? No.

Well, you're brand new here, honey. I've been at this thing a long time, so I feel entitled to give you a little advice. I wish you would. Yeah. You don't sell enough. Sell? Uh-huh. Laugh.

Talk. Turn it on. But grace I try. Nothing comes out sweetheart. What do you suggest I do? I mean, what should I laugh and talk about? Talk about him. That's all the guys are ever interested in.