Highway 301

Himself - Governor of North Carolina:
They started on their reign of terror by robbing the Bank of Winston-Salem in my home state. They realized at the end of their reign of terror that crime does not pay - nor will it ever pay.

Detective Sgt. Truscott:
[narrating] This is Winston-Salem, North Carolina, drowsing in the mid-afternoon sun of early spring, not knowing it had been chosen as the scene for the next exploit of the arrogant mob we know as "The Tri-State Gang". These men operated openly, wearing no masks, boldly flaunting the law. To escape detection, they simply killed anyone who might possibly get in their way.

[last lines]

Detective Sgt. Truscott:
You cannot be kind to congenital criminals like these. They would show you no mercy. Let them feel the full impact of the law.

Detective Sgt. Truscott:
[narrating] Herbie Brooks - a stooge member of this mob. He liked high living and easy money. Working for the outfit was an exciting experience for him.

Detective Sgt. Truscott:
[narrating] This is William B. Phillips, congenital criminal, fugitive from the Lorton Reformatory. He went to college, had every advantage. He began his career for excitement: stealing cars, breaking and entering, burglary - a record of many arrests and only one light sentence.

Detective Sgt. Truscott:
[narrating] George Lagenza: specialist in robbing banks... the head man. He'd been Phillips' partner in the escape from the Lorton Reformatory. Now he was a success in his chosen field. Men listened to him. He was bright, tough and deadly.

Detective Sgt. Truscott:
[narrating] Robert Mais - a no-good guy. A police record of 21 arrests for serious crimes - everything from arson to suspicion of murder. The severest punishment of his whole criminal career was a one hundred dollar fine.

Madeline Welton:
For three days I'm locked up in a hotel while you're away on a *business trip*. Mustn't talk to anyone; can't go out. Just wait, wait. What am I supposed to do, make faces in the looking glass?

George Legenza:
Why don't you do what Mary does? Listen to the radio.

Madeline Welton:
Maybe I'll hear you cracked the skull of an old bank guard, killed a truck driver or ran over a child in a getaway. I'm scared! Even liquor won't drive away the nightmares. I can't sleep. When you're away, I'm fenced in and when you come back, it's the same terror. Oh, please, George, please - I want out!

[George slaps Madeline]

George Legenza:
Okay, now you got it out of your system. You feel better. Just make like you got caught in a revolving door. Well, come on. We're supposed to be having fun. Enjoy yourself.

William B. 'Bill' Phillips:
[to Lee] Don't dance with strangers or talk to anyone with a mustache.

Lee Fontaine:
I was just lucky to meet him when he came to Canada on business.

Madeline Welton:
[laughs derisively] Women's apparel and furs.

Lee Fontaine:
What's so funny?

Madeline Welton:
Furs all right - right off the back of a truck while it's still moving.

Mary Simms:
Don't listen to her. She doesn't know what she's talking about.

Madeline Welton:
Big business man... bank accounts - almost any bank. Take the bank in Winston-Salem for example...