In Gallitin, NM, Sands Motel owner Ken Langston checks in a guest, Jerry Straiter. The next morning at 4 a.m. Langston collects his fishing gear and drives off into the country. When he arrives, Straiter attacks and clubs him dead. The murderer then drives Langston’s body to the docks, ties it to some concrete blocks, and prepares to dump it into the water. Sergeant Calhoun with the police is driving by, spots Straiter, and opens fire when the killer goes for his gun. As Straiter falls into the water, Calhoun sees a woman run to her car and drive away...Read the full recap
Herb Mayer: Frank, you can’t just tear off the minute you get back.
Cannon: Herb, you’re my lawyer, my confessor, and you’re beautiful. But five months ago, I bought myself a new car and I haven’t had a chance to drive it around the block.
Sgt. Magruder: You got some kind of business here in Gallitin?
Cannon: With a week to kill, I’ll find some. You know a good place to stay?
Sgt. Magruder: I know ‘em all. Depends on what you’re looking for.
Cannon: How about the Sands Motel?
Sgt. Magruder: You wouldn’t like that.
Cannon: No, why not?
Sgt. Magruder: Well, that’s all run-down. That’s clean over on the other side of town.
Cannon: But I got a week to get there.
Sgt. Mitchell: Who are you?
Cannon: Frank Cannon. I’m just checking in at the Sands.
Sgt. Mitchell: Aren’t you the fella we just got a ticket on?
Cannon: That’s me.
Sgt. Mitchell: Yeah—yeah, the, uh...
Cannon: Yes, the fat one.
Cannon: When it comes to bluegrass music and a jukebox, I’ve got a memory like an elephant. No joke intended.
Kid: How’d you get that fat?
Cannon: Wasn’t easy.
Bar Tough: Who are you, anyway?
Cannon: I am a student of native customs.
Bar Tough: You’re new around here, aren’t you?
Cannon: I’m luckier than that, I’m just visiting.
Cannon: Have you got a chief?
Sgt. Magruder: What do I look like, an Indian? Yes, I gotta a chief.
Cannon: Gallitin’s as wide-open as a stomach wound.
Lt. Kelly Redfield: You know, I—I wanted to kill you the other night.
Cannon: Kelly, not a chance. I got eighty pounds on you.
Cannon: You're a regular Hamlet, my heart bleeds for you.
Hamlet is the title character, the Prince of Denmark, in Shakespeare's The Tragedy of Hamlet (circa 1600).
Cannon: Which one are you, Holley? The armed robber, the town boss, or just plain Huckleberry Finn?
Huckleberry is the penniless son of the town vagabond, who appears in The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (both 1884), by Mark Twain.