The Man Who Sued God

In the latest weather news...

a severe storm warning

has been issued for the Eastern coast.

The weather bureau has also warned of high

winds and flash flooding in low lying areas.

Farmers are advised

that a sheet weather alert is coming.

What's wrong with you, Arthur?

Surely you're not scared of a wee bit sheet weather.

I know, that's where I'm going.

Here we go.

We're nearly there, Arthur.

Something tells me that this isn't

a very good day for fishing, Arthur.

That's instinct, old son.

- This is a day for spaghetti and wine.

- Hi Dad!

And bones, of course.

- Why, it's princess Ornatharicus.

- Why, it's Captain Ahab.

- How many did you catch?

- Millions. The hold's busting with...

I have a lobster for your mum. Hold that,

look after Arthur. I won't be long.

- Don't worry about it.

- Not a second.

We're having chops.

I hate lobster.

Tell your mum to put the kettle on.

Dad!

Come on, Arthur.

Stupid dog, come on.

Dad, come back!

- Let's have a look. That will have to come off.

- What?

The shoe.

- God, what were you doing?

- I was getting a bloody lobster for you.

Forceps, pliers, bone nibblers.

- What the hell are bone nibblers?

- You're a very lucky man.

Yes, it's been a brilliant day.

Why don't you have a look at the prostate?

- I thought the lightning had got you.

- Too fast for lightning, me.

This could hurt a bit.

Not going out today, mate?

Jesus, that's a real thigh-slapper.

- You need anything else?

- No, I'm fine.

Things always go wrong for Dad.

- I feel sorry for him.

- Do you?

He's got no boat, no house, no you.

They say people make their own luck.

That's stupid.

Why would anybody make luck that bad?

The wind must have come howling up here, right

underneath this one and buggered the whole issue.

- Place insured?

- Yes.

- You insured?

- Of course.

The old place stood up very well, though.

I was gonna rent one of your caravans

until I get my new boat.

Take a pick.

I don't want to crowd you and Jules,

- me being the ex and everything.

- You won't.

Does Jules know you guaranteed my loan?

You sure you're insured?

Have you looked at your policy?

It's in the boat.

- The premium's up-to-date. I checked.

- So did we.

- It's comprehensive insurance.

- Lightning, you said?

- What do you mean, 'Act of God'?

- Classic 'Act of God'.

My boat was where the lightning struck

because I put it there.

It was an accident, for f*ck's sake.

It's in your policy.

Look.

Yes, look. Comprehensive.

COM-PRE-HENSIVE!

I'm sorry.

Bastards. Pains in the arse. Parasites.

You can disappear up your own...

David Myers, please.

His brother.

What's this crap about 'Act of God'?

Is that what they've got you on?

An 'Act of God' is force majeure.

It's a load of bollocks.

It's a legal fiction, that's what it is.

That's true, but it's a legitimate legal

fiction for things that aren't predictable.

Why would I need insurance

if life was predictable?

Tell me that.

I'm going down there.

- Going down here?

- Tomorrow.

Call them, write them a letter, threaten and

abuse them if it makes you feel any better.

You're a lawyer.

Remember their contracts are bullet proof.

That's very good.

Catch you later.

See you later.

What a guy.

- What's the problem

- No problem.

Don't tell me, they're not gonna pay?

- Of course. Can I borrow the car?

- Sure.

- Thanks very much.

- Why not?

Has it occurred to you that

maybe this is a wake-up call?

A grow-up call?

I don't know. I suppose it could be something

of that nature. What do you reckon, Arthur?

Stop talking to the bloody dog!

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