Dinosaurs (1991–1994): Season 4, Episode 5 - Earl's Big Jackpot - full transcript
When a tree falls on Earl at work and he breaks his foot, B.P. fires him and Robbie sues WeSaySo for medical costs. But the jury decides to award Earl a sum of $800 million and Earl lets his new-found wealth go to his head and turns his back on his friends when WeSaySo astronomically raises the prices of everything in Pangea to get back the money.
- Boy, that was one day.
- I'm done.
- I want to go home and die.
- Yes, good night, boys.
Stop!
What do you think about where you go
You walking garbage dumps?
Home, sir. The whistle sounded.
The whistle? That was not
the after-work pipe,
Her holey bucket full of animal köttel.
8th
That was the "further work
or you are fired "whistle!
They are all working overtime today.
"Overtime, sir?"
Actually, it's not overtime,
because we do not pay anything extra.
See it as pro bono work.
Attention!
- Excuse me, are you a tree?
- No, it's me, buddy.
Well. I can not see anything.
I was pushing Gus through the mulcher.
Attention!
That's amazing! Absolute madness!
Hi, Sid. Hey, Earl, I thought...
A few tired guys
push trees in the dark...
Maybe this company has
not our best in mind.
Hey, keep your tongue, Roy.
This company loves us.
We are
her children and she watches over us
how worried,
though some hurting parents.
I've never seen it like that before.
Thank you for my faith
renewed to monolithic corporations.
Earl... where are you?
I'm over here, Roy,
under this tree.
Under the tree?
Boy, that has to hurt.
Now that you mention it...
Honey I'm home.
- Attention.
- I'm good!
- I'll help you.
- I do not need help.
Dad, come on.
Get my lunch box, Fran.
I'm late for work.
Earl, are you crazy?
You're not going to work today.
You became yesterday
almost killed by a tree.
Do not be so dramatic.
That's nothing.
Just a scratch.
Your foot is broken in three places.
When I'm not going to work, it breaks
Mr. Richfield gave him three more...
Now please stay out of my way, Fran.
Earl Snead Sinclair,
Who are you more afraid of?
Before Mr. Richfield or in front of me?
Hi.
Mr. Richfield, this is talking
Earl Sinclair.
Sinclair? They mean,
I reached out my arm
and raised something to my ear,
to talk to you?
Sorry for the inconvenience.
I can not come today.
You may remember
crushed yesterday
a tree the bones in my foot.
I'm terribly sorry.
Come on, go ahead.
Mr. Richfield... I may need it
a few weeks to heal.
But of course, Sinclair. Take yourself
as much time as you need.
You mean... I'm sorry?
No... I mean, you're fired!
What's the use of a whiny,
einfüßiger tree shifter?
Come here and clear your desk.
I do not have a desk.
Then come and clean up my!
And you can then
also scrub my loo.
You are fired!
Fired! Fired!
Fired!
That was pretty good.
That's not right, Earl.
He can not treat you like that.
Mom is right.
If someone gets hurt at work,
he should not be fired.
The company should
have a program for the worker
until he or she can work again.
Clear. Why do not you distribute them too?
Pearls and love-ins?
Mr. Gammler, it's time to
that you learn that the world is brutal.
No employer pays me,
when I'm not working.
How are you supposed to survive then?
She does not care.
It's going to be expensive, Earl.
For months without a job,
to the medical bills.
We now need at least $ 800.
Where can we get these from?
They should pay for it.
We ought to sue Treufuss.
What?
Sue the company?
Come on, dad,
just to cover your expenses.
- No way!
- What are you afraid of?
Mr. Richfield has already fired you.
What else can he do?
You have amazingly little imagination.
We are not going to court. Basta.
OK. All right.
- Well.
- But...
Since you're home tomorrow anyway...
Do we want to go to the cinema?
- Earl.
- Movie theater?
Yes.
Sure, I can do it.
But we are no longer talking about courts.
Nothing is more distracting from problems
as an afternoon performance.
Yes. Yes / Yes. Thanks, Dad,
that you take us to the cinema.
Stand up for the case
Earl Sinclair against crony.
A courtroom!
Hey, you tricked me.
- I spilled my drink.
- Quiet!
You there, sit down.
Your Honor, I object
against the procedure,
because you are a movie.
Who are you?
- Who ever made this complaint?
- Me, your honor.
Robert Sinclair sues in the name
his father, the injured party.
I am doing well...
This is a personal injury claim
against the trustfoot society
at 800 dollars.
A tree fell on him at work.
That was my own fault.
They should let him fall on me.
I asked her for that. She begged.
Understand. And who speaks here
for the trustfoot society?
Your Honor, I think that's me.
Earl? Treasure?
I would love to
to call my first witness.
I told Mr. Richfield
that Earl lay under a tree
and that we needed people,
to lift him from him.
And how did he react?
We should wait an hour
and save him in the break.
Was not he worried?
Well, he asked
according to the condition of the tree.
- You little...
- The jury is watching.
I know.
Hi.
No further questions.
Well, Mr. Hess,
You saw how this alleged tree
fell on Mr. Sinclair?
So now...
No... It was very dark.
How do you know,
that he broke his foot like that?
Maybe he was at a ski resort
and hurt him while skiing.
I do not believe that.
Earl would not go skiing,
without telling me.
We are buddies.
Are you mate?
Tell me, Roy, you're a buddy
enough to lie for your friend?
For sure.
Buddy enough
to conspire with him
to a sophisticated fraud,
to dishonor his boss
and trick the trustee company?
Let's face it, Mr. Hess.
You are a liar.
They would not recognize the truth
if she landed on you.
Would you? Would you, Mr. Hess?
If that Her right name is!
I have a stomachache.
- Mr. Richter, may I go now?
- Yes. Yes, you are dismissed.
I tried to stop him
to work on the evening.
"Earl," I said
"go home and rest."
He is like a son to me.
And how did he react to your kindness?
Aggressive. I could do it
do not stop.
Of course, I warned him often
because of his drinking.
Understand. It is clear that you did
what you could, sir.
Your witness.
Mr. Richfield...
Should we really believe
They are a cuddly...
No further questions!
Yes OK. I think that's enough.
I do not know what the theater should be.
My foot is better than ever.
Sure, he kinks
in several places, but...
I see that as a bonus.
Withholds this alleged injury
from the things you usually do?
Only of little things, golf, bowling,
walk with my son.
- That's true.
- What? Who is this?
Over here.
Daddy should go for a walk with me.
Then he said, "No." His foot hurt.
Now I'm sad.
I heard enough.
No further questions.
Your Honor, I would like
call my last witness.
- And you like to go to the park?
- Yes.
This is my best, most fun,
dearest thing of all.
But now Daddy can
do not go with me.
He has a bad eye.
I want Daddy to feel better...
I love my daddy.
Your Honor, that would mean everything.
Jury spokesman, have the jury
a verdict like?
We have that, Your Honor.
We give the plaintiff,
Earl Sinclair, right.
Hey, alright.
I bet they speak to us
the whole 800 dollars too.
And what amount
do you pronounce a punishment?
We think it's wrong that big
Companies pushing around small people.
Especially small people
with cute kids like this.
This time we little people fight us.
Trust has in Earl Sinclair
following sum
to pay:
800 dollars.
800 million dollars.
What?
800 million dollars?
Plus $ 23 court fee.
Very well... Congratulations, Mr. Sinclair.
The court is adjourned.
Here is a DNN special message.
Earl Sinclair from Lower Pangea
was this week
the newest super-millionaire of our nation
as a result of a jury verdict on his
groundbreaking lawsuit against Treufuß.
The jury spoke to Mr. Sinclair
800 million dollars too,
just because he is an average guy
against a faceless large corporation.
As a juror said:
"I hope someday
does somebody do the same for me."
I do not know.
Something bothers me
at this money history.
Are you kidding, Mom?
We forced a nasty,
heartless corporation to its knees.
We get those from workers
stolen giant profits of the big shots.
I just hope your dad is planning this
To use money responsibly.
I'm rich! Rich, rich, rich!
Hey! Get out of my pool!
- Earl, what are you doing?
- I'm drowning... in money.
It's my turn! Tell him.
I want to play in the money!
This is the baby pool.
Take the money out of there.
Calm down, honey.
I buy him a new pool.
In Olympic size
with jeweled water slide.
That is indecent!
Maybe the jurors talked to you
too much money too.
Too much money? You're welcome...
Something like that does not exist.
We just needed enough
to cover our expenses.
I have enough,
to cover my body...
And wallpaper my walls.
But all the money
must come from somewhere.
Mom, it came from pardon.
Where that came from, there is more.
Yes. Fran, I thought
you would be more happy for me.
Finally a simple worker gets
what he is entitled to.
And what is
with all the other simple workers?
Well, I guess I get...
Also, what is theirs.
I think you are
terribly selfish.
Fran, it's not about
what you find.
It's about me and my luck.
And if you do not
into my fortune train, please.
I dry myself and visit
my real friends at work.
They appreciate my luck.
They still look at me
with respect and love.
That dork, Sinclair! I hate him.
Yes, crushed his foot.
He is so lucky.
We toiled to death,
while Earl sits around and counts money!
Come on, guys. Be fair.
For someone with limited math
It can be very difficult to count.
Hallihallo, lower people.
- Hey buddy. Yes.
- Hi, Earl.
Ralph, take a picture of me
with my best friend, Earl.
- Yes. Ok, smile.
- Cheese.
In real gold. Elegant.
Looks like you have wise, Earl.
Sinclair!
You may be nervous,
to look here.
I should you bite off your head
and suck the blood out of your throat
like from a bottle.
You can not hurt me, sir.
- Or I'll sue you again.
- Well.
Alright...
Why do not you come to my office?
You can join my
Share a small announcement.
Due to a recent
financial loss in the millions
Treufuß sees himself forced
to downsize its workforce.
You will make us smaller? Kind.
My apartment will look much bigger.
Flap! They are not shrunk.
They are fired.
Everyone is fired!
Go away! Immediately!
Sir, I understand
that the company is doing badly,
but have to
really these layoffs?
Why do not you ask
Your buddy Sinclair here?
If I am not wrong,
is that his fault.
Yes, that's all Earl Sinclair's fault.
To pay him his compensation
without cutting executive salaries,
was the trustfoot society
forced to,
Tens of thousands of lesser workers
to dismiss
and at the same time
all prices of trustfoot products
and - services.
Dad. Looks like Mom was right.
Punishment does not suffer.
They only let the consumers pay.
Son, do not believe everything,
what comes on TV.
That was just another lie
the left-leaning media.
Earl, I have just come from the market
and the prices are ridiculous.
This loaf of bread cost $ 300.
- What's up, Dad?
- Come on.
Must the expensive bread
be with baked butter.
Earl, you have to do something.
I do not have a problem.
What about all,
who lost their job?
Hey, when people are poor,
Maybe they deserve that.
That will teach them
hard to work and save.
You mean, like you, Dad?
Hey, does anyone need help in the garden here?
My rent has gone up
and I need more money.
Of course, Roy,
how much do you need?
$ 15,000.
- "15,000"?
- I bring my own tool.
Earl, give him the money.
- What?
- Give it to him, Dad.
I could... I could
give him the money, but...
Would that really help him?
Yes.
I'm sorry, Roy,
but it is not that easy.
It's up to me to give you incentives.
Otherwise sloppy loafers will come like you
never off the support.
Thanks.
Excuse me, Mrs. Sinclair.
WORKING FOR FOOD
It is terribly hot
at the motorway exit.
Can I have something to drink? Sorry?
- But of course, Sid.
- Thanks.
- Champagne.
- Do not we have anything else?
- No. I'm sorry.
- Only champagne.
Hey, give that lazybones
not my champagne.
If he is thirsty, he can go outside
drink from the hose.
Earl Sinclair, you are
the reason for all that.
It's time, no more money
spend for champagne
and to give it to your friends
who need it urgently.
But, Mom,
giving money to two or three friends
does not solve the underlying problem.
Yes that's true. Keep it up, boy,
you will not regret it.
The economic problems
are too far-reaching.
We can only help everyone if we
Trust to get the prices
lower and reset all.
Yes. Do you hear that, Fran?
And how do we get them?
Dad has to return all the money.
Are you crazy?
- Dad, that's the only solution.
- It is not the only solution.
There is another good solution.
- I will not do that.
- Do not you understand, dad?
Money is the leverage
To force trustfuss to cease all
and lower prices again.
But... but it's my money.
I want to keep it.
But it was a compensation.
How can you enjoy the money
when millions of others suffer?
Be honest, Earl.
Leaves the champagne
not a bitter aftertaste?
I thought that was because of the toothpaste.
You want to do something?
Return the money. Right, Dad?
- Yes. We do not want it anymore.
- What?
It was acquired unlawfully
and caused distress and misery.
Finds Robbie more than me.
- You want to return everything?
- Yes.
Then... well, drop it at the door.
Have a good time.
But first, trust must promise
to stop all workers
and to lower the raised prices.
- What?
- Only then will we return it.
Cut prices? Never, never, never!
Keep your lousy money!
Too bad, boy. You tried.
- Thank you for your time, sir.
- Wait, Dad.
Mr. Richfield, you have the prices
lower, millions of people suffer.
And whose fault is that?
They take us 800 million,
we'll get it
from everyone else again.
- That's awful.
- No, that makes sense.
So I'm going home.
Come, my little ones.
Wait, Dad. We can do that
do not allow.
Boy, you heard him.
He has decided.
- Look. A door.
- Wait.
- We have to convince him.
- Watch me go.
She. Stay here.
Wait, Dad.
- See you at home, boy.
- What?
Watch out!
Dad, are you alright?
Clear. That was just a bump.
Whiplash!
My neck is hurt. I will complain!
Whiplash!
Quiet! Rest in the hall!
Jurors, you have
made a judgment?
Yes we have got that.
In the case of Richfield against Sinclair
gives the jury to the plaintiff,
B.P. Richfield, right.
The pain is so great.
Could only relieve the pain.
And how many millions
Compensation for him?
We think it should
be a whole lot.
Because this painful neck injury
stopped him, his mother
to help with cooking.
By the way, thanks for the compote, ma'am.
That was nothing.
Wait in the car, Mom.
- I'll take you back to the home.
- No.
We speak Mr. Richfield
following sum:
800 million dollars.
Another 800 million?
Okay that's enough.
I have
fed up with these absurd sorrow.
Nobody on earth
earns 800 million dollars!
They have their chutney
not tried.
Rest back there!
I am the judge here
and get at my court
no more
crazy jackpot pain money.
We settle this now once and for all.
You, Sinclair...
They give all the money
returned to the company.
- Do I have to?
- Yes.
Then it's an honor, Your Honor.
And you, Richfield...
Trust has to lower prices
and reinstate all workers.
Now, I...
Speak louder, Bradley.
You have such a nice voice.
Okay, your honor.
Bradley?
Well. That would be regulated.
Did I forgot something?
What about these two?
They are already beautiful eyes
since the opening plea.
Yes. I'm tired of this rumble pressure.
Why do not you just marry both?
Do you want to become mine?
Yes.
I explain you to husband and wife.
What a happy ending.
Then everything would be regulated.
The court is adjourned.
And who wants, can
stay here for some wedding cake.
There it goes.
May a judge do this?
I think he has.
You're not sad, are you, Earl?
Are you kidding? There is cake!
- I'm done.
- I want to go home and die.
- Yes, good night, boys.
Stop!
What do you think about where you go
You walking garbage dumps?
Home, sir. The whistle sounded.
The whistle? That was not
the after-work pipe,
Her holey bucket full of animal köttel.
8th
That was the "further work
or you are fired "whistle!
They are all working overtime today.
"Overtime, sir?"
Actually, it's not overtime,
because we do not pay anything extra.
See it as pro bono work.
Attention!
- Excuse me, are you a tree?
- No, it's me, buddy.
Well. I can not see anything.
I was pushing Gus through the mulcher.
Attention!
That's amazing! Absolute madness!
Hi, Sid. Hey, Earl, I thought...
A few tired guys
push trees in the dark...
Maybe this company has
not our best in mind.
Hey, keep your tongue, Roy.
This company loves us.
We are
her children and she watches over us
how worried,
though some hurting parents.
I've never seen it like that before.
Thank you for my faith
renewed to monolithic corporations.
Earl... where are you?
I'm over here, Roy,
under this tree.
Under the tree?
Boy, that has to hurt.
Now that you mention it...
Honey I'm home.
- Attention.
- I'm good!
- I'll help you.
- I do not need help.
Dad, come on.
Get my lunch box, Fran.
I'm late for work.
Earl, are you crazy?
You're not going to work today.
You became yesterday
almost killed by a tree.
Do not be so dramatic.
That's nothing.
Just a scratch.
Your foot is broken in three places.
When I'm not going to work, it breaks
Mr. Richfield gave him three more...
Now please stay out of my way, Fran.
Earl Snead Sinclair,
Who are you more afraid of?
Before Mr. Richfield or in front of me?
Hi.
Mr. Richfield, this is talking
Earl Sinclair.
Sinclair? They mean,
I reached out my arm
and raised something to my ear,
to talk to you?
Sorry for the inconvenience.
I can not come today.
You may remember
crushed yesterday
a tree the bones in my foot.
I'm terribly sorry.
Come on, go ahead.
Mr. Richfield... I may need it
a few weeks to heal.
But of course, Sinclair. Take yourself
as much time as you need.
You mean... I'm sorry?
No... I mean, you're fired!
What's the use of a whiny,
einfüßiger tree shifter?
Come here and clear your desk.
I do not have a desk.
Then come and clean up my!
And you can then
also scrub my loo.
You are fired!
Fired! Fired!
Fired!
That was pretty good.
That's not right, Earl.
He can not treat you like that.
Mom is right.
If someone gets hurt at work,
he should not be fired.
The company should
have a program for the worker
until he or she can work again.
Clear. Why do not you distribute them too?
Pearls and love-ins?
Mr. Gammler, it's time to
that you learn that the world is brutal.
No employer pays me,
when I'm not working.
How are you supposed to survive then?
She does not care.
It's going to be expensive, Earl.
For months without a job,
to the medical bills.
We now need at least $ 800.
Where can we get these from?
They should pay for it.
We ought to sue Treufuss.
What?
Sue the company?
Come on, dad,
just to cover your expenses.
- No way!
- What are you afraid of?
Mr. Richfield has already fired you.
What else can he do?
You have amazingly little imagination.
We are not going to court. Basta.
OK. All right.
- Well.
- But...
Since you're home tomorrow anyway...
Do we want to go to the cinema?
- Earl.
- Movie theater?
Yes.
Sure, I can do it.
But we are no longer talking about courts.
Nothing is more distracting from problems
as an afternoon performance.
Yes. Yes / Yes. Thanks, Dad,
that you take us to the cinema.
Stand up for the case
Earl Sinclair against crony.
A courtroom!
Hey, you tricked me.
- I spilled my drink.
- Quiet!
You there, sit down.
Your Honor, I object
against the procedure,
because you are a movie.
Who are you?
- Who ever made this complaint?
- Me, your honor.
Robert Sinclair sues in the name
his father, the injured party.
I am doing well...
This is a personal injury claim
against the trustfoot society
at 800 dollars.
A tree fell on him at work.
That was my own fault.
They should let him fall on me.
I asked her for that. She begged.
Understand. And who speaks here
for the trustfoot society?
Your Honor, I think that's me.
Earl? Treasure?
I would love to
to call my first witness.
I told Mr. Richfield
that Earl lay under a tree
and that we needed people,
to lift him from him.
And how did he react?
We should wait an hour
and save him in the break.
Was not he worried?
Well, he asked
according to the condition of the tree.
- You little...
- The jury is watching.
I know.
Hi.
No further questions.
Well, Mr. Hess,
You saw how this alleged tree
fell on Mr. Sinclair?
So now...
No... It was very dark.
How do you know,
that he broke his foot like that?
Maybe he was at a ski resort
and hurt him while skiing.
I do not believe that.
Earl would not go skiing,
without telling me.
We are buddies.
Are you mate?
Tell me, Roy, you're a buddy
enough to lie for your friend?
For sure.
Buddy enough
to conspire with him
to a sophisticated fraud,
to dishonor his boss
and trick the trustee company?
Let's face it, Mr. Hess.
You are a liar.
They would not recognize the truth
if she landed on you.
Would you? Would you, Mr. Hess?
If that Her right name is!
I have a stomachache.
- Mr. Richter, may I go now?
- Yes. Yes, you are dismissed.
I tried to stop him
to work on the evening.
"Earl," I said
"go home and rest."
He is like a son to me.
And how did he react to your kindness?
Aggressive. I could do it
do not stop.
Of course, I warned him often
because of his drinking.
Understand. It is clear that you did
what you could, sir.
Your witness.
Mr. Richfield...
Should we really believe
They are a cuddly...
No further questions!
Yes OK. I think that's enough.
I do not know what the theater should be.
My foot is better than ever.
Sure, he kinks
in several places, but...
I see that as a bonus.
Withholds this alleged injury
from the things you usually do?
Only of little things, golf, bowling,
walk with my son.
- That's true.
- What? Who is this?
Over here.
Daddy should go for a walk with me.
Then he said, "No." His foot hurt.
Now I'm sad.
I heard enough.
No further questions.
Your Honor, I would like
call my last witness.
- And you like to go to the park?
- Yes.
This is my best, most fun,
dearest thing of all.
But now Daddy can
do not go with me.
He has a bad eye.
I want Daddy to feel better...
I love my daddy.
Your Honor, that would mean everything.
Jury spokesman, have the jury
a verdict like?
We have that, Your Honor.
We give the plaintiff,
Earl Sinclair, right.
Hey, alright.
I bet they speak to us
the whole 800 dollars too.
And what amount
do you pronounce a punishment?
We think it's wrong that big
Companies pushing around small people.
Especially small people
with cute kids like this.
This time we little people fight us.
Trust has in Earl Sinclair
following sum
to pay:
800 dollars.
800 million dollars.
What?
800 million dollars?
Plus $ 23 court fee.
Very well... Congratulations, Mr. Sinclair.
The court is adjourned.
Here is a DNN special message.
Earl Sinclair from Lower Pangea
was this week
the newest super-millionaire of our nation
as a result of a jury verdict on his
groundbreaking lawsuit against Treufuß.
The jury spoke to Mr. Sinclair
800 million dollars too,
just because he is an average guy
against a faceless large corporation.
As a juror said:
"I hope someday
does somebody do the same for me."
I do not know.
Something bothers me
at this money history.
Are you kidding, Mom?
We forced a nasty,
heartless corporation to its knees.
We get those from workers
stolen giant profits of the big shots.
I just hope your dad is planning this
To use money responsibly.
I'm rich! Rich, rich, rich!
Hey! Get out of my pool!
- Earl, what are you doing?
- I'm drowning... in money.
It's my turn! Tell him.
I want to play in the money!
This is the baby pool.
Take the money out of there.
Calm down, honey.
I buy him a new pool.
In Olympic size
with jeweled water slide.
That is indecent!
Maybe the jurors talked to you
too much money too.
Too much money? You're welcome...
Something like that does not exist.
We just needed enough
to cover our expenses.
I have enough,
to cover my body...
And wallpaper my walls.
But all the money
must come from somewhere.
Mom, it came from pardon.
Where that came from, there is more.
Yes. Fran, I thought
you would be more happy for me.
Finally a simple worker gets
what he is entitled to.
And what is
with all the other simple workers?
Well, I guess I get...
Also, what is theirs.
I think you are
terribly selfish.
Fran, it's not about
what you find.
It's about me and my luck.
And if you do not
into my fortune train, please.
I dry myself and visit
my real friends at work.
They appreciate my luck.
They still look at me
with respect and love.
That dork, Sinclair! I hate him.
Yes, crushed his foot.
He is so lucky.
We toiled to death,
while Earl sits around and counts money!
Come on, guys. Be fair.
For someone with limited math
It can be very difficult to count.
Hallihallo, lower people.
- Hey buddy. Yes.
- Hi, Earl.
Ralph, take a picture of me
with my best friend, Earl.
- Yes. Ok, smile.
- Cheese.
In real gold. Elegant.
Looks like you have wise, Earl.
Sinclair!
You may be nervous,
to look here.
I should you bite off your head
and suck the blood out of your throat
like from a bottle.
You can not hurt me, sir.
- Or I'll sue you again.
- Well.
Alright...
Why do not you come to my office?
You can join my
Share a small announcement.
Due to a recent
financial loss in the millions
Treufuß sees himself forced
to downsize its workforce.
You will make us smaller? Kind.
My apartment will look much bigger.
Flap! They are not shrunk.
They are fired.
Everyone is fired!
Go away! Immediately!
Sir, I understand
that the company is doing badly,
but have to
really these layoffs?
Why do not you ask
Your buddy Sinclair here?
If I am not wrong,
is that his fault.
Yes, that's all Earl Sinclair's fault.
To pay him his compensation
without cutting executive salaries,
was the trustfoot society
forced to,
Tens of thousands of lesser workers
to dismiss
and at the same time
all prices of trustfoot products
and - services.
Dad. Looks like Mom was right.
Punishment does not suffer.
They only let the consumers pay.
Son, do not believe everything,
what comes on TV.
That was just another lie
the left-leaning media.
Earl, I have just come from the market
and the prices are ridiculous.
This loaf of bread cost $ 300.
- What's up, Dad?
- Come on.
Must the expensive bread
be with baked butter.
Earl, you have to do something.
I do not have a problem.
What about all,
who lost their job?
Hey, when people are poor,
Maybe they deserve that.
That will teach them
hard to work and save.
You mean, like you, Dad?
Hey, does anyone need help in the garden here?
My rent has gone up
and I need more money.
Of course, Roy,
how much do you need?
$ 15,000.
- "15,000"?
- I bring my own tool.
Earl, give him the money.
- What?
- Give it to him, Dad.
I could... I could
give him the money, but...
Would that really help him?
Yes.
I'm sorry, Roy,
but it is not that easy.
It's up to me to give you incentives.
Otherwise sloppy loafers will come like you
never off the support.
Thanks.
Excuse me, Mrs. Sinclair.
WORKING FOR FOOD
It is terribly hot
at the motorway exit.
Can I have something to drink? Sorry?
- But of course, Sid.
- Thanks.
- Champagne.
- Do not we have anything else?
- No. I'm sorry.
- Only champagne.
Hey, give that lazybones
not my champagne.
If he is thirsty, he can go outside
drink from the hose.
Earl Sinclair, you are
the reason for all that.
It's time, no more money
spend for champagne
and to give it to your friends
who need it urgently.
But, Mom,
giving money to two or three friends
does not solve the underlying problem.
Yes that's true. Keep it up, boy,
you will not regret it.
The economic problems
are too far-reaching.
We can only help everyone if we
Trust to get the prices
lower and reset all.
Yes. Do you hear that, Fran?
And how do we get them?
Dad has to return all the money.
Are you crazy?
- Dad, that's the only solution.
- It is not the only solution.
There is another good solution.
- I will not do that.
- Do not you understand, dad?
Money is the leverage
To force trustfuss to cease all
and lower prices again.
But... but it's my money.
I want to keep it.
But it was a compensation.
How can you enjoy the money
when millions of others suffer?
Be honest, Earl.
Leaves the champagne
not a bitter aftertaste?
I thought that was because of the toothpaste.
You want to do something?
Return the money. Right, Dad?
- Yes. We do not want it anymore.
- What?
It was acquired unlawfully
and caused distress and misery.
Finds Robbie more than me.
- You want to return everything?
- Yes.
Then... well, drop it at the door.
Have a good time.
But first, trust must promise
to stop all workers
and to lower the raised prices.
- What?
- Only then will we return it.
Cut prices? Never, never, never!
Keep your lousy money!
Too bad, boy. You tried.
- Thank you for your time, sir.
- Wait, Dad.
Mr. Richfield, you have the prices
lower, millions of people suffer.
And whose fault is that?
They take us 800 million,
we'll get it
from everyone else again.
- That's awful.
- No, that makes sense.
So I'm going home.
Come, my little ones.
Wait, Dad. We can do that
do not allow.
Boy, you heard him.
He has decided.
- Look. A door.
- Wait.
- We have to convince him.
- Watch me go.
She. Stay here.
Wait, Dad.
- See you at home, boy.
- What?
Watch out!
Dad, are you alright?
Clear. That was just a bump.
Whiplash!
My neck is hurt. I will complain!
Whiplash!
Quiet! Rest in the hall!
Jurors, you have
made a judgment?
Yes we have got that.
In the case of Richfield against Sinclair
gives the jury to the plaintiff,
B.P. Richfield, right.
The pain is so great.
Could only relieve the pain.
And how many millions
Compensation for him?
We think it should
be a whole lot.
Because this painful neck injury
stopped him, his mother
to help with cooking.
By the way, thanks for the compote, ma'am.
That was nothing.
Wait in the car, Mom.
- I'll take you back to the home.
- No.
We speak Mr. Richfield
following sum:
800 million dollars.
Another 800 million?
Okay that's enough.
I have
fed up with these absurd sorrow.
Nobody on earth
earns 800 million dollars!
They have their chutney
not tried.
Rest back there!
I am the judge here
and get at my court
no more
crazy jackpot pain money.
We settle this now once and for all.
You, Sinclair...
They give all the money
returned to the company.
- Do I have to?
- Yes.
Then it's an honor, Your Honor.
And you, Richfield...
Trust has to lower prices
and reinstate all workers.
Now, I...
Speak louder, Bradley.
You have such a nice voice.
Okay, your honor.
Bradley?
Well. That would be regulated.
Did I forgot something?
What about these two?
They are already beautiful eyes
since the opening plea.
Yes. I'm tired of this rumble pressure.
Why do not you just marry both?
Do you want to become mine?
Yes.
I explain you to husband and wife.
What a happy ending.
Then everything would be regulated.
The court is adjourned.
And who wants, can
stay here for some wedding cake.
There it goes.
May a judge do this?
I think he has.
You're not sad, are you, Earl?
Are you kidding? There is cake!