"Show Mr. Flint your proof." "This here's my birth certificate and my sister Shannon's." "Well, they look legitimate... but where is your sister?" "She..." "Exhausted from her arduous journey, I'm afraid." "That won't be a problem, will it?" "No." "The will specifically states either or both of the Trahern children." "Are you all right, son?" "Yeah." "It's a fearsome responsibility to come into such a legacy at this tender age, Mr. Flint." "Yes." "I imagine it is." "Now, I need you to sign here, Mr. Trahern." "And now, by rights... this belongs to you... the deed to the Eden Mines." "Mr. Flint, a pleasure." "Whoa." "Ho." "That'll be the end of the tour." "Gee, we didn't get to Fisherman's Wharf." "Ah, maybe next time." "Don't even think about moving." "Thanks for popping in, Bowler." "Monahan's got Tommy." "Well, what are we waiting for?" "Now I believe all you have to do is sign the deed over to me, and our business will be concluded." "Tommy!" "Shannon!" "It's over, Monahan." "Give it up!" "No!" "Tommy!" "You all right?" "Fine." "Stay here with him." "What do you mean stay with them?" "You stay here with your sister." "You move, you answer to me." "I got no problem with that." "Are you OK?" "Yeah, yeah." "Come on!" "It's not over yet, County." "Your mistake." "I'm beat." "It's official then." "You are two very wealthy youngsters." "Yeah, but now comes the hard part." "I'm sorry." "I don't understand." "Growing up." "Ah, yes." "I see." "If you'll excuse me." "Brisco, Bowler, we owe you everything." "We don't know how to thank you." "Always glad to help." "Soc." "It's them." "Ma?" "Ma, is that you?" "Dear God." "I gave up." "I looked everywhere." "Shannon, Tommy, it's me!" "Ma." "You mean, she didn't know they was alive?" "No." "She was delirious for months after the accident, searched and searched... then gave up hope." "How'd you find her, Soc?" "It's an interesting story." "I'll tell you all about it." "In the meantime, welcome home."