think this is Mama ?
It could be. Yeah.
Don't just stand there.
Go introduce yourselves.
Hey !
- Should you people be here ?
- Uh-oh.
That depends on how you feel
personally about trespassing.
Does he always try
to be funny like that ?
- We're looking for
Miss Mary Ann Benedict.
- Yeah.
- Is she here ?
- Yeah, she's here.
She's here !
Sneaking in like that,
I should call the police.
No, no, no. You don't want
to do anything like that.
This is not your everyday,
average situation.
She's our mother,
is the thing.
- We're her sons.
- Twin sons.
You're comedians.
- No.
- No. We--
We're kind of a surprise.
I'll bet you are.
Follow me.
- We were right.
- It is her.
Excuse me.
- We thought that this is--
- Mary Ann Benedict ?
This is an artists' colony.
There are a lot of painters.
Come on.
I can't wait to meet her.
- Yeah.
- It's gotta be amazing.
Look. Mary Ann Benedict
never understood...
why people wanted
to buy her paintings.
But for a brief period,
they were considered valuable.
She used the money
to buy Whispering Pines.
May I ask you a question ?
Why do you keep referring
to her in the past tense ?
Because...
she passed away
some time ago.
She passed--
You jus-- You just said
she was here.
I meant, her spirit.
Her spirit is always here.
Come on.
Can we get the hell
out of here, please ?
[ Mary Ann ]
Those damn real estate developers !
They won't be happy until
they turn this into a golf course.
Oh, is that
who they were ?
They're shameless.
They'll try anything.
Do you know those men claim
to be my twin sons ?
- If you can believe that !
- What ?
It was really
quite upsetting.
Mary Ann, I am sorry.
It's all right.
It doesn't matter.
You get over things.
I did have a child once.
But he died at birth.
[ Linda ]
You should be proud of her.
She donates her house, land...
and all her paintings
to young artists.
Linda, do I look like
a young artist ?
- All she meant--
- I know what she meant,
and why she's here.
It's got nothing to do
with finding my mother...
and everything
to do with money.
- That's not true and you know it.
- Bullshit !
Take it easy, Vincent.
This is not her fault.
Look who decided
to chime in !
The creature from
the Black Lagoon.
I should've had my head
examined listening to you.
A deal-of-a-lifetime
opportunity...
and I'm out looking
for a dead mother.
- All I wanted was to
make us into a family.
- Family, my butt !
There's no family here.
There's nothin' here
except me and three losers.
I don't know
why I listen to people.
- I don't know why I do it.
- Cut it out.
Vince !
- I'm leaving.
- No, stop !
Stop ! What are you doing ?
You're acting
like a fourth-grader.
Where do you think
you're going ?
He dumped us in
the middle of New Mexico.
I can't--
Julius !
You don't know this...
and I promised Vince
that I wouldn't tell you...
but he's got something in
the trunk that's worth millions.
I'm worried he's gonna get
himself killed delivering it.
[ Vince ]
Okay, yeah. Yes, Mr Beetroot.
Yeah, I'll find it. Yeah.
Yes, I have a map.
All right.
I'll see you there.
See you in Houston
in the morning.
I'll be looking
forward to it.
What a coincidence.
That was our friend.
Looks like I'm gonna be
doing business with... him.
Sorry.
I would have done
the same thing.
You want the merchandise.
It's not your problem who delivers.
Precisely.
But how will
you find him ?
I have him in my head.
I found him once,
I'll find him again.
I hope so. Bye.
Be careful.
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