i grew up there, on bousseau street where the people live in dirty, little shacks and look across the water at the big, white houses. that's what i'd do. go back home. and live. and look across the water at the dirty, little shacks? yes. what are you trying to say? that i'm handing you new orleans on a gold platter. you said if i had all the money i wanted. - how much would that be? - is $55,000 enough? [dramatic music] 's it matter? i've got it. [music continues] - where is it? is it safe? - it's safe. [sighs] when do we leave? soon? well, not too soon. it's gotta look right. a few weeks will do it. it's the first time anything like this ever happened. i'm awful sorry, mr. bodie. i checked all the other rooms, and yours is the only one. [music continues] i saw you come across here like a charging buffalo. something up? everything's fine, charlie. seen wes? about a half hour ago. [dramatic music] (male #2) 'hold up!' you killed ed grimes, and ed was carrying the money. - tell me what you done with it. - you're crazy! he didn't have it when i caught up with him. we both went in the riv