- Detective Sergeant Truscott: [voice over] 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.
- Detective Sergeant Truscott: [voice over] 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.
- 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...
- North Carolina Governor W. Kerr Scott: 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.
- [last lines]
- Detective Sergeant 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 Sergeant Truscott: [voice over] 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 Sergeant Truscott: [voice over] 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 Sergeant Truscott: [voice over] Robert Mays - a no-good guy. A police record of twenty-one 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.
- Madeline Welton: [Dancing] C'mon, sweetie. Brighten up. You know what I like after a big deal. I gotta soak up a little fun.
- Madeline Welton: I don't feel like fun.
- George Legenza: Well, try it for size. You oughta be more accommodating. Tonight, sweetie, you play it my way.
- George Legenza: Can I help it if I feel low?
- Madeline Welton: Then spike yourself with a couple more drinks.
- George Legenza: I'd rather have some fresh air.
- [She leaves the dance floor]
- George Legenza: Will you excuse us for a couple of minutes.
- Lee Fontaine: Yes, of course.
- Madeline Welton: What are we supposed to do? Sit here like mummies?
- George Legenza: [Snidely] Why don't you do something about your face? That should keep you busy for a couple of hours.