All language subtitles for 20 - The Ricky And Laura Bell Story

WOOSTER: Major Adams!

Major! Major!

Them Baltimore folks,
they moved their wagon!

Why is it that troubles always
come in bunches, like bananas?

I don't know.

Are you sure they pulled
out of the circle, Charlie?

Major, would I lie?

Well, that's a debatable point.

By golly, I'll
find out about this.

MAJOR ADAMS: There's
a woman back there in a wagon

who is as miserable as any
human being I've ever seen.

Oh, dear God...

what shall I do?

This much I knew
about Laurie and Ricky Bell...

Whatever it was
that tore these people apart

took root and grew

long before they decided
to go west.

Not the proper hour
to get out of one's bed,

or into it.

I've found a new dear friend
who will sign a note for me.

After all, Laurie,
money isn't everything.

My good man, tomorrow you can

seek yourself another
position. You're fired.

Oh, Mr. Bell, if it's my
wages that are upsetting you,

you needn't be distressed.
I still trust you, sir.

Take it.

You are a creditor
worthy of a gentleman.

Yes, you are truly
a gentleman's gentleman.

Gentlemen, excuse me.

Would you mind letting
your poor, dear, tired wife in?

Jacob, as I replenish
the Bell fortune,

I promise that you shall be
among the first to receive

every quid for sweat and tears
down through the years.

Yes, you shall be fully compensated
for 12 years of married loyalty.

Poor Jacob.

He's suffered
every minute with me.

Every red cent, Jacob,
plus interest.

Mr. Bell, you're not jesting.

You're telling me
that I'm discharged.

Yes, Jacob,

Mr. Richard
is telling you to go,

and me to go,

and the whole world to go.

It's not you, Jacob, it's me.

I'm a failure.
A miserable failure.

Mr. Bell, if you don't
mind my saying so,

it's not your breeding that's
caused your circumstances,

it's your excessive...
charm, sir.

Well, thank you, Jacob.

I shall have your words
chiseled in polished marble,

plus the sad statement that
I failed to heed your advice,

and thus became... a failure.

It's a great talent
I have, Jacob...

Yes, sir. Yes.

For not being able
to make any money.

I'm nothing but a butterfly.

A social butterfly.

And there's nothing for me to do

but just fly away completely.

Is that all?

Is there anything else?

A promise that
you'll never keep.

Laurie, if a family
is so important to you...!

I'll be gone tomorrow.

Ricky...

please, come on, now.

You'd better get some sleep.

You'll upset all your plans
and miss the wagon train.

You don't think
I'm going to do it, do you?

You think I made
all these plans,

all these arrangements,
just to plague you.

You don't think I have
the courage to go west.

No, you have the courage.

You'll do as you plan.

You want me to go.

We have no other choice.

We don't?

Ricky, you may never grow up,

and I may never have a family,

but if we don't have each other,

we'll have nothing, will we?

Laurie.

You'll go with me?

I love you, Ricky.

For some strange reason,

I love you more now than
I did 12 million years ago,

when we were first married.

Yes, I'll go with you.

You're all I have.

The belle of Baltimore
on a wagon train.

That'll sure be
something to see.

It'll be no funnier than
you in leather britches.

Laurie, maybe
we'll find each other,

as the poets say,
under the big sky.

Oh, I love you, Laurie.

You do as I've instructed,
and you'll be fine.

Doctor, you couldn't be wrong.

Well, I could, but you couldn't.

Thank you.

Laurie, my darling,

everything's taken care of.

We're now the proud owners
of a fine wagon;

of pork and bacon and beans

and shovels and ropes
and two rifles,

with 500 rounds of ammunition;

two cots, from the Rebel
side, of course;

plus assorted
supplies and equipment

without which I'm told we
couldn't possibly conquer the West;

and an irrevocable
and nonrefundable contract

for passage west
on Seth Adams' wagon train...

All of the aforementioned

having reduced
our working capital

to two paltry coppers

that won't even
buy a decent drink

to launch us
at daybreak tomorrow.

Irrevocable? And nonrefundable.

Yes, Laurie, we've
taken the giant step.

Nothing shall keep us
from our appointed way.

Not snow nor sleet
nor dark of night.

Well, there is one thing.

Yeah, yeah, but come on, pet.

You'd better start doing all those
little things a woman has to do

before she can even
cross the street,

because we are about
to cross a continent.

Now, go powder your nose
or something.

I said there is one thing.

All right, honey,
go on, make your funny.

A baby.

A baby? Yeah!
Yeah, that is funny.

Not snow nor sleet
nor dark of night

nor a baby...

A baby?

Laurie, that just doesn't fit.

Well, then,
I'll spell it for you.

B-A-B-Y.

N-O! No!

Yes!

You're sure?

Yes.

Why, there must be some mistake.

Come on, we'll go see a doctor.

But I've been to the doctor.

When? Today.

You mean the doctor
in this one-horse town?

Well, you've picked a fine time!

That's all I can say...

You've certainly
picked a fine time!

Ricky, stop it!

You're behaving like
a spoiled, jealous brat.

If I told you once,
I told you a thousand times...

When things are right, then
you can start to have a family!

Well, I didn't think you'd be
as happy about it as I am,

but I certainly didn't
expect this sort of...

What did you expect? To go out there on
the prairie behind the bushes and have it?

That'll do!

Now, don't you dare say one more
word like that about my having this child.

Well, before I wend my way to
the nearest saloon to get saturated,

suppose you tell me
just what happens now?

What are you going
to buy a bottle with?

I'll sell a side of bacon.

In your condition, you won't
have any stomach for it anyway.

You can sell everything...

The wagon, the beans, the rope.

We're going to stay right here
in St. Joe until I've had this baby.

Laurie, why don't you
go back to Baltimore?

Oh, you'd like that,
wouldn't you?

Oh, Laurie, Laurie,

why did you have to go
and complicate our lives?

I? Yes, you!

Having a baby wasn't my idea!

You've ruined everything for us,

everything we had together.

Like what?

Like the chance I had to parlay
that family property in San Francisco

into a little fortune

so I'd have something
in my pocket besides bills,

but now...!

Now your days of thinking
only of yourself are over,

because whether
you like it or not,

you're going to be a father,
and you're going to have...

to accept the responsibility.
And how do I go about that?

By starting to treat you
like a little mother?

That might be easier than
going out and working for a living,

which you're certainly
going to have to do.

And, pray tell me, what's
the balance of my sentence,

sweet little mother?

When does the wagon train
come back to St. Joe?

I don't know. Not for
nine months, anyway.

The baby will be old enough
by then to make the trip.

Where are you going?

To beg some credit
from the telegraph operator

to send a frantic greeting
to Aunt Elizabeth.

To come here? Well, sure.

Laurie, look, what do you
know about raising a baby?

I'll learn.

All right, Aunt Elizabeth
will teach you.

If she raised me and
the rest of the Bell stable,

there's nothing she can't raise.

Laurie, would you, uh...

would you have an odd piece
of silver tucked away someplace

for a rainy day?

You'd better tell
Aunt Elizabeth to hurry.

It's gonna be a boy.

Sure.

Thank you.

Ricky.

Don't be jealous.

He'll get his own
special kind of love.

He won't take anything from you.

You think not?

Charlie, it's only
been nine months.

How many trips
do you have to make?

I plum forgot.
I'll take care of it.

Yeah, yeah.

Major, can you take
care of the office?

Bill and me got a few odds
and ends to take care of.

You take off,
you'll wish you hadn't.

A man's got a right to...

take care of his own
odds and ends, ain't he?

Nine months away from
his home port, after all!

Business before pleasure, boys.

Have you ever heard that old
expression "all work and no play"?

Do you know what? What?

Hello, Major.

It's good to see you again.

Well, howdy.

You... you don't
remember me, huh?

I signed on with you
for the last trip...

Ricky Bell, from Baltimore.

Oh, yeah, sure.

You're the tea party man.

Mm-hmm, and lawn party expert.

Oh, sure. How come
you missed the last trip?

Well, I had a baby.
You had a baby?

Charlie, didn't I tell you two to go
take care of your odds and ends?

Now I've heard everything.

You haven't heard anything yet.

Now get before I change my mind.

So you had a baby, huh?

About two months
ago. Boy or girl?

Boy. Laurie made up
her mind to have a boy.

You could count on it.

Hm. You must be very happy.

Yes, I just spent
the last nine months

out of the best years of my life

working for a blacksmith.

I've become another one
of those victims

bound by the chains of society

in the temple of
family responsibility.

I gained a son, lost a wife.

You look like a new man.

When... when are your wagons
rolling again, Major?

'Bout a week. Why?

Your contract
stipulates no refunds.

That's right. I don't
want my money back...

but I'd sure appreciate it

if you could extend me
full credit for this trip.

Oh, I see.

You want to use
the passage money

that you paid for
that other trip

for this new trip, huh?

That's right.

The contract says nothing
about making one trip

instead of another.

Contracts can't
always cover everything.

How was I to know that you
were going to have a baby?

I know what you mean.

Even I wasn't emotionally
prepared to become a mother.

All right, you've
got full passage,

but I'll tell you one thing...

I'm gonna fix that contract.

Oh, no, I'm not gonna
send this back to Baltimore.

We'll just have to find
room for it.

Liz, the baby's crying!

I'm not deaf!

Shh.

When are you gonna learn
he has to cry? It's good for him.

Well, then, why are you
carrying him around?

I fed him not an hour ago.
He's not hungry.

You won't listen to me.

I told you not to drink
that gassy wine,

but oh, no, you know better!

Ricky and my having
a little champagne

to celebrate getting out of St.
Joe isn't going to upset that baby.

Oh, isn't it?

You'll find out that Aunt Elizabeth
knows what she's talking about.

Yes, you're right.

Still think
I should go with you.

Let's not start that again.

You've no right to gamble
with this baby's health.

I promise I'll take
very good care of my baby.

I've forgotten more about raising
infants than you'll ever know.

Look, Liz, sooner or later,
you're going to have to get over

this feeling
you have for the child.

Don't make it more
difficult for yourself.

Why?

He's more mine than he is yours.

Give him to me, Elizabeth.

No. No, he's mine...

Like all the rest.

I held him before he was dry.

He's more mine than he is
yours. You understand? Mine!

All right, Elizabeth,
he's yours.

Um... just let me
hold him, will you? No!

Um... maybe he's hungry.

Don't you think I
ought to feed him? No!

No, you're poisoning him.

You stay away!

From now on, do you hear
me? You just stay away!

Give me my child. So help me,
if you do anything...

Laurie!

No.

Aunt Elizabeth.

This is all the thanks I get!

You're just like all the rest!

You think
I haven't got feelings!

You think I'm just useless!

You think I'm just
a dried-up old spinster!

You think I'm to be pitied and
thrown a bone like an old dog.

The only thing you want
me for is just to watch babies!

Well, you'll get
what you deserve.

You just wait and see.

You just remember
what you've done to me.

That's what
you'll be paying for.

That's what'll be
makin' you suffer!

Laurie, try to understand
her. Understand her?

Look, she doesn't mean it. Can't
you see what's happened to her?

Yes, I see she's
a vicious woman.

No, no. She feels as though
she's lost every baby

that she's helped to raise.

She's paying the penalty
for loving too much.

Then why does she do it
again and again?

Because that's the only
thing she has to live for.

Women like that should be
in institutions.

No, Laurie.
No, she's to be pitied.

You're taking her side?

You stood there and heard her
put a curse on your child.

Now you defend her.

If you had to give up
ten babies that you loved

as much as you love your own,

what would happen to you
if you lost the 11th too?

No, I don't want
to talk about it.

What difference does it
make to you, anyway?

You don't even know he exists.

You wish he'd never
been born, don't you?

If I were to wish that
someone hadn't been born,

it'd be me.

Wagon train leaves
in about a week,

if you still want to go.

I don't give a darn.

I do.

Wagons, ho!

Just remember, folks,
I'm here to help you.

That's what I get paid for.

You might as well get
your money's worth.

Well, how are the Bells
doing this evening?

Is this trip anything like the
tea party you thought it'd be?

Major, we haven't had so much
fun since Laurie's coming out party.

Oh, this is Laurie.

Well, I figured right.

You just had to be
pretty as a picture.

Thank you.

Would you mind my troubling
you for some information?

Well, not at all, ma'am. Information's
the easiest thing I can give out.

'Course, you might not
always get the right answers,

but I guarantee
you'll get an answer.

Well, would you tell me,

what's been your experience
with infants traveling on the train?

Well, ma'am, I've
got a kind of a theory

that babies like this trip
better than grownups.

Seems like the rocking of the
wagon sort of makes 'em happy.

Us old folks... you know,
us old babies...

We get nothing
but aches and pains.

I guess we must
have had no less than

four or five hundred infants
on this trip across the country,

and every one of 'em
just loved it.

Any time you want to know
about babies, you just ask me.

Thank you.

Say, this is quite
a little fellow.

What do you call him? Ricky.

Oh, after his pa, huh?

Mm-hmm. 'Cept I call him Stinky,

so as not to get confused.

My husband has a very
distorted sense of humor.

My wife has positively none

where the little stink
is involved.

Ricky!

Are you barking at me,
Laurie, or little Stinky?

See what I mean, Major?

I see what you mean.

There, there, now.

Well... good night, Major Adams,

and I apologize for my husband.

He's the stinker!

Major, you married?

No, no, I'm not.

Don't. Take my advice.

These little mothers are just
about as useless as one shoe.

There you are. That's the way.

That's a boy.

You're managing to be
particularly unpleasant tonight.

It's nothing.
I wasn't even trying.

Oh, aren't you ever
going to grow up?

Why bother? Babies get
all the attention.

What?

Nothing.

There we are now.

I have to nurse the baby.

Would you put the flap down?

There's a cold draft.

There sure is.

WOMAN: You'll walk into
hot coals and not know it.

I beg your pardon?

I knew it.
A gentleman from the East.

Little ol' Mary
can spot one every time.

You are talking to me?

Do I look like the type that
spends time talking to myself?

No, I daresay you'd
never have difficulty

finding somebody to talk with.

My, you're a big, tall one.

Sit down.

I'm getting a kink in the
neck looking up at you.

My name's Ricky Bell,
out of Baltimore.

That's nice.

And yours? I told you.

Maybe you were so impressed
with me figuring you for a gentleman

that you didn't
pay any attention.

Can you ever forgive me?

You smile at me,
Mr. Bell, anything.

How do you do, ma'am.

I take it then that this
healthy, outdoor living

doesn't make you
want to jump with joy.

If you lived to be a hundred
sucking in all this fresh air,

it wouldn't be worth it.

And how many years
have you lived?

I was born 19 years ago.
I've lived a hundred.

It doesn't show.

Yours does.

I beg your pardon?

How long have you been married?

Oh, 13 years.

I have lived a hundred.

You have been dead 13.

We're just made for each other.

You must be with
the Madam McRaney group.

You know her?

I've never had the pleasure,

but I'd like you
to tell her for me

that what the West needs,
she's bringing in.

You're serious? I
most certainly am.

You know, till
a town has a theater,

it just isn't a town.

What is it? A watering trough.

Madam McRaney will like you.

That's nice.

Don't tell me you
don't want to be liked.

It's only healthy
to want to be loved.

Yes, you...
You're so right, Mary.

You act like I
insulted you or something.

Or something.

I guessed wrong.
You're no gentleman.

I'm sorry, Mary.

What's eating you?

Wife trouble.

What makes you think that?

Would you really like to know?

Why...

maybe I'll tell you
a lot of things.

Shh. Be quiet.

Where have you been?
It's almost dawn.

I got an urge
for some soft-shell crab,

so I stopped by
the Lord Baltimore Hotel.

You know how things are.

One word leads
to another, and...

Next it'll be oysters.

Then what? Hunting season.

Well, don't bother to come home.

Good night.

Laurie...

Laurie, couldn't we
just talk for a minute?

You want to confess?

Yes.

Nothing important.

I just...

just thought it might be fun to
tell you how much I love you.

Oh, Ricky.

You, Ricky, you're impossible.

You mustn't ever think that...

I love you less than I did

before we had our
beautiful little stinker.

Promise me you won't ever
leave me for a younger, pretty one.

I promise.

Put the lamp out.

You promise awfully easily.

Oh, I'll keep this one.

How can you be sure?

You really want to know?

Yes.

How can you be sure
you'll never leave me

for a younger, pretty one?

Because I don't have the
patience to train another one.

Ricky Bell,

you're a scoundrel.

That's only a small part
of my charm, Mrs. Bell.

Oh, you clumsy thing!
There, there, now. Shh.

Baby, that's all right.

Now, that's all right.
Don't cry.

It's all right. No.

Ohh. There we are.

Hurry up, light
the lamp, will you?

Oh, now, don't cry.

There, there. Shh.

There, there, now.

There, there, now.
There's a baby.

Don't cry now.

There now. Shh.

There, there.
That's better, isn't it?

There. Shh.

There. Shh.

Don't cry, now, little
baby. There. Shh.

There, there, baby.

Major Adams! Major
Adams! Oh, now, now, now!

My son Stanley,
he's out in the woods

with one of Madam
McRaney's dancing girls!

Get hold of yourself,
Mrs. Blore.

You don't understand.
He has a fever!

He'll be all right, don't
you worry. Those girls...

He's stricken with plague
fever! He's deathly ill!

Plague? Please,
Major, do something.

I will, I will.

Boys, pass the word
down the line

there's been a case of fever
break out. Tell 'em not to panic.

Ask for volunteers
to take care of the sick.

If they're not willing to do that, pick
up what supplies they can spare...

Blankets, towels, bedding.
Go on.

What about my Stanley? You
can't leave him out there to die!

I don't intend to, Mrs. Blore.

It's all her fault!

It's nobody's fault!
Now, listen to me!

Do you want to help
your son or not?

Then show me where
he is, will you?

Where's your missus?

Inside the wagon, feeding
the heir to the Bell fortune.

Well, I hope you can think of a funny
way to tell her that fever's broken out.

Nah, you tell her. If I
open my mouth... Fever?

Yeah. The Major's asked for any
spare supplies you might have...

and volunteer help. To do what?

To take care of the sick
and bury the dead.

Now, if you can
qualify for that,

why don't you go on down
to the lead wagon?

Shh.

Are the diapers through boiling?

Not yet. Laurie,
something I have to tell you.

We can chat later. Better
finish the chores first, please.

Well, now, try not
to get excited.

Well, you try. What's so
important that it won't wait?

An epidemic's
broken out in camp.

Of what?

Fever. That's all I know.

Well, hitch the horses.

Oh, no, Laurie,
we can't run away.

No, not run away, but just
get the wagon out of the circle.

Look, Laurie, what would happen

if everybody else
tried to do the same thing?

You're just gonna stay here
and let your son...?

Come on, now, please, hurry.

All right, Laurie, I'll move
the wagon off a little distance,

but it'll have to be
within shouting distance.

Why? Just in case you need me.

Well, where will you be?

Laurie, these people need
all the help we can give 'em.

You're gonna help them?
What about us?

I'll be right here
if you need me.

Need you? I probably won't
ever need you again as much!

Look, Laurie,
don't you understand?

This is my big chance
to be a hero.

You and your unfunny humor.

You picked a fine time
to prove you're a man.

You don't care.

Maybe that's what it is,
Laurie. Maybe I don't care.

I'm just as scared as
you are, but I don't care.

You move this wagon
out of the circle,

and stay with us, or... Or what?

Oh, if anything happens
to this baby...

You won't know who to blame,
me or Aunt Elizabeth.

Well, it's none of my
business, but she's wrong.

She's acting like
a mother bear, Major.

You asked for volunteers.
I'm volunteering.

Trouble sure makes
strange bedfellows. Come on.

I'd sooner fight Indians,
flood, and famine

all at the same time

than take on
an epidemic of fever.

I've seen it kill more men

than either Yankee or Rebel
did with shot and shell.

Rick!

Rick Bell. Seth?

You know who I am?

Santa Claus.

You'll be all right, Ricky,
you'll be all right.

Take it easy. I don't
care, I don't care.

I'm gonna turn into a
pumpkin, and I don't care.

Whoever you are,
don't come any closer!

It's Major Adams.
I've got to talk to you.

Well, then, go ahead.

Whatever your news, you
can shout it from where you are.

I'd rather not shout
what I have to say.

Then don't bother. Go away.

Your husband is deathly
sick with a fever.

I thought you'd want to know.

No.

No!

Laurie, stop!

Do you know what you're doing?

Ricky's sick. He needs me.
I've got to go to him!

Your baby needs you!

This can't happen. It can.

Otherwise, I wouldn't
come out here.

What do you expect me to do?

Choose between my child
and my husband?

I don't expect you
to do anything.

I've done what I had to do.
I've told you.

So?

So, do only what you have to do.

You're telling me to choose!

No, I'm not telling you
to choose!

The time may come when
you have to make a choice,

but don't do it
till you have to.

If Ricky dies, I'll never forgive
myself if I don't go to him.

Laurie Bell,

you can't do anything more than
we're doing to help him right now,

but I promise you, I'll give you plenty
of time to make your own decision.

Had no right to.

Oh, dear God, what shall I do?

Yes, you stop that.

That's... that's my dog,
you understand me, sir?

Oh...

all right, come...

Come closer, Laurie.

My nose is frozen,
and my toes, Laurie.

Laurie.

Laurie, I promise you this time.

Sure, honest.

Believe me, Laurie.

Some more lunch?

We having fun? Hm?

Sure!

What do you want a baby?
What do you want a family for?

Kids for peasants.

Oh, you want a baby, a toy,
something to play with,

I'll get you
a little hound puppy dog.

I've never seen anything
so cute in your life

as a little...

puppy hound dog.

He looks at you
with his eyes like...

Laurie.

Oh, Laurie.

Ohh.

Here.

Here. Come here.

Hold on!

SETH ADAMS: For two days
and two nights,

he tight-roped on the brink.

A hundred times, I made my
decision to give him what he wanted

and let him die in peace,

but I just could not force
myself to go and get Laurie.

Major Adams!

Major Adams!

Major Adams!

Get him! Get Major Adams!

WOOSTER: Major Adams! Here!

Major!

It's Laurie Bell. She's snapped.
You'd better come quick.

Keep him covered. Yes, sir.

Easy.

Laurie.

Laurie, it's me.

What's happened?

I know he's dying.

I've got to go to him.

What else can I do?

Find your faith.

I hadn't closed my eyes in...

I couldn't even remember
the last time I slept.

All of a sudden, I knew
that I had to lie down.

I couldn't take
or give any more.

Wake up, Major. Charlie, if
I didn't know he was alive...

Yeah, sure don't seem natural
for him to be so quiet.

I like him better
when he's himself.

What's going on here?

Major, you sure had us
scared for a minute.

What?!

Well, you ain't been
ornery, that's what.

What are you two up to, anyhow?

The fever's passed.

How long have I been asleep?

Well, you ain't broke
no record, Major.

I once heard of a fellow,
Rip Van Something-or-Other,

that slept for 20 years.

You say the fever's passed?
Why didn't you wake me up?

We didn't get any new
customers in the last 20 hours,

and we didn't lose
any of the old ones,

so we thought we'd
let you sleep for a while.

What about Rick?
Is he all right?

Last time I checked him,
he told me a spicy story

about a farmer's daughter
and a salesman.

Don't you want to hear it?

Did I tell you? You did.

Hey, Rick.

Laurie!

No! No, please, don't tell me.

Just leave us alone.

Laurie, the epidemic is over.

Ricky?

Oh, he'll be fresh as ever.

I can go to him?

Sure. There's
no more danger now.

Well... what...?

Hey!

Ricky!

Ricky?

Ricky?

Ricky?

Ricky! Ohh!

Oh, Ricky!

I've suffered with you
every moment.

Oh, Ricky, please forgive me.

I wanted to come to you so much.

Go away, Laurie.

Oh, Ricky.

Ricky.

You're not gonna be a wagon
master, eh? That's a boy.

No, you don't want to be that.

Now what's the matter?

He won't...

He won't forgive me for not
going to him when he needed me.

He what?

You blubbering baby!

You call yourself a man? You
haven't got the guts of a rabbit!

Why don't you mind
your own business, Major?

This is my business.

You think I'm blind like you?

While you were rolling
around unconscious,

who do you think
was suffering? You?

No, Laurie. She suffered
agony every second of the time.

If I hadn't kept her
from coming here,

she'd have gambled that baby's
life for you, and you're not worth it.

No?

Listen, I'm giving you
just the length of time

it'll take me to get you
back to your wagon

for you to apologize to Laurie.

After that, I don't care
what you do! Now, move!

Get up, you puppy!

Quicker! Now, move!
Get out of here!

Now, you get in that wagon,
and you eat crow.

If you give that girl one
more moment of unhappiness,

so help me, I'll...!

Thanks, Major.

How do I ever let myself get
mixed up in family arguments...?

Major!

Major, thank you.

How do you figure people?
I don't.

People went west
for many reasons...

To find fortunes,
gold and whatnot.

But the real lucky ones were
the Laurie and Ricky Bells.

They found each other.