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EL SUEÑO AMERICANO, 2010 THE AMERICAN DREAM FILM DOCUMENTAL BY TAD LUMPKIN, HAROLD UHL

Sold

Loan

Pile

The American Dream.

There's a reason they call it a dream.

Who's there?

Cock-a-doodle-do, pal.

Foreclosed

No, no, no!

I don't have any more money.

My job sucks right now.

Please! I'll have more money next month.

Bank

You can't take my house!

Is that your signature?

Loan

Okay. Well, just help me work something out, okay?

I mean, you said I'm a good credit guy, right? I mean...

Hey, wait! My dog is in there!

No! Don't take my Dream!

Oh, how did this happen?

Hartman? Is that you?

Been a long time since the fourth grade.

4th Grade

Is that a time machine?

There's no need to concern yourself with my stunning accomplishments.

Best get in.

There's not much time.

I've got to go down to the bank and get my life back.

They took everything.

Woah! Bank ain't gonna help you now.

Towel in the trunk.

Extra set of balls. Put [th]em on. You're gonna need them.

You're gonna get my Dream back?

No, Pile, you are.

I'm here to show you how.

Winter of 2006

Submitted for your approval:

one First National Bank.

What is a bank, you ask?

A curious place where both space, time and irony exist --

and yet, don't.

Are you gonna be doing that the whole time?

Pay attention, Pile.

Exhibit A: those who have come to deposit and safely store their earned monies.

Exhibit B: those who need to borrow said money for purposes unknown.

Hey, that's me!

Ergo, exhibit C:

the bank only has so much money in the vault to lend out

to people such as you.

Hey! Hey, that's the guy! He took my house!

Really screwing my vibe here, Pile.

Space-time continuum -- he can't hear you.

Just let me narrate. Now, where was I?

So you see: by the time he got to you, Pile,

his bank was out of money.

But he gave me lots of money and charged me a lot of interest.

Yes, that's the only way banks make money,

by making debt loans.

Debt equals money, Pile.

Remember that, debt equals money.

The more loans they make, the more money they make.

But if they don't have any money, then where did my money come from?

You're gonna wanna take a step back, Pile.

Woah!

No way!

Yes way, and that's nothing.

Hey buddy, need some money?

Bum

They didn't to that!

Oh, they did exactly that, Pile!

Remember, banks make money by making loans,

by selling debt -- even to

bad credit risks.

Yo, have some money, dude.

Loan.

Just sign here.

Oh, my gosh!

Mmm, they called it free money.

Yeah, that's exactly what my loan guy told me: free money.

Loan

But it ain't free.

The worst part was offering money to people who don't even need it --

We own your ass!

people, Pile, like you.

You're right, I didn't need him. I was happy here.

I didn't need it!

New Home Magazine New Bank Offers Get Your Dream Home Now!

Bank Like Family!

Why is he sad? He's making all that money.

Shhh... He's thinking.

Now wait for it...

Now wait for it...

Bingo.

See, the bankers loan to everyone in town,

but to make more money they have to lone even more.

More?

How much money do they need?

More.

What's that?

Behold, a black horse rideth!

A credit card.

Refinance Your Home!!!

Wow, look!

I mean, it's gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna be okay.

What now?

Now? Well, Pile, with all this money,

we might as well party.

Oh ho, this is awesome.

I needed to get my head clear.

When I get back, I'm gonna straighten all this out.

I just hope Dream is doing okay.

Ben Bernanke!

I'm going to get you, my pretty!

Yep, he is. I'm sure he is.

Mmm baby, you put it on his tab.

Little something for yourself.

Wait.

You know, wait a second Hartman. I just thought of something.

If I got this money from the bank,

and the bank got it from the Federal Reserve dump trucks...

Go on...

...then where does the Federal Reserve get their money?

Real nice time, ladies, real nice.

Say, Hartman,

why am I wearing a burglar bikini top.

Because no one is allowed inside the Fed --

not you, not me,

no American citizen, no duly elected member of our Congress,

not the Supreme Court.

Not the Supreme Court?

Not the Supreme Court.

Not the Justice Dept, not the CIA, DIA, FBI, ATF, BTE, NBC.

Not even G-o-d.

How come the government isn't allowed inside its own building?

Government?

Pile, the Fed is a private bank, owned by private stockholders.

Do not let the name "Federal" fool you.

This place is about as federal as Federal Express.

A private bank? But..

private?

Shhh!

Best you keep your voice down, Pile.

This is Ethan, Federal Reserve.

Hey Eth[an]. Bill here, First National.

Hi there Bill, how are you?

Good, good. We're running a little low on money.

No problem, how much [do] you need?

Oh, how does 20 million sound?

What?

Excellent, will ship it over first thing tomorrow.

Wait, he can just call up the Fed and ask

for more money and they give him whatever they want?

No, Pile, the Fed don't give the banks money;

the Fed loans the banks money.

The banks have to pay it back with interest.

Come on, time to go.

Wait, wait, wait! I still don't understand.

Where does the Fed get their money?

I mean, if they're are private bank.

You said they're a private bank, right?

Okay, so who puts money into the Fed bank?

This is Mel, United States Mint.

Hi ya Mel. First National needs another twenty millis.

We're already running the presses full steam here, Ethan.

Gotta keep making loans, Gotta keep the money flowing.

All right, you're the Fed.

Whatever you guys say.

Twenty million more, by morning!

But I don't get it.

What's so wrong about the Fed printing money?

Because it's unconstitutional, Pile.

Our Treasury is supposed to create our money,

but now the Fed controls the printing of America's money.

Nobody gets a friggin' dollar that the Fed didn't print.

So?

They print the money, then they loan it to the government,

then they charge the government interest,

then the government taxes you to pay for it.

Wake up, Pile!

God, I don't see what the big deal is!

Mmm... You know, you're right, Pile.

Wait a minute. Wait... I am?

Yeah! I forget how effective they are at keeping you ignorant.

Oh, that's okay. Hey, I'm not ignorant!

Do you even know what money is, Pile?

10th Century

In the long, long ago, people bartered.

Pies

They traded things they had for things they wanted.

I'll trade you my raspberries for that there pot pie.

I don't want your berries.

Come on, Pile! They're sweet berries.

They're not sweet, they're old, and I don't like berries.

- Give me that pot pie! - No!

As you can see, this bartering situation created some problems.

Then one day, a goldsmith walked up and said:

Gold

Now, everybody thinks gold is valuable

so why doesn't everybody trade gold for things they need?

Yeah!

Price was set for gold and now it was very easy to conduct commerce

because people could trade gold for all the things they needed.

Hartman! Wow, look at all my gold!

Hey, hey, stop them! That's my gold!

Damn thieves!

Say there, Pile, I've got a vault and some guards.

I can keep your gold safe for you -- for a small fee.

Yeah, sure. That would be awesome.

You see, Pile, this is how the first bank made money.

There you go, Pile. I owe you 100 gold coins.

Banker's IOU [I owe you] 100 Gold Coins.

Okay, great!

Come back any time and redeem your gold when you want it.

It'll be right here, in my vault.

Now you're holding the very first paper money, Pile.

Wow, this is great! It all makes sense.

Oh, that's right, it was good.

Everybody started using IOUs

because everybody knew the IOU was as good as gold.

Wow, this candy is really a good price: one IOU.

I'm getting some more for later.

Chocolate $1

Chocolate $10

Hey, wait a minute. It was just one IOU.

Ten IOUs for chocolate?

They can't just raise prices like that.

Oh, the Candy Man can.

Oh, the Candy Man can.

Wait, that is just friggin' wrong.

Water 200

Camels 400

It makes your IOUs worth less and less

Wheels 9000

until they are worth nothing.

Less bang for the buck.

Dollar ain't what it used to be.

But I worked hard and I baked all those pot pies.

Now I have to work harder to make less? That's not fair!

Oh, if you think that's not fair, you're gonna love the next part.

What's he doing?

Banker's Chart Gold IOUs

How do banks make money, Pile?

Normal Speed More IOUs

Ah, by making more loans?

Oh that's right, he's good.

See, he prints more IOUs without any more gold,

loans them out for interest, makes a pretty penny,

Banker's Chart Gold IOUs

and nobody is the wiser

Redemptions Loans

unless everybody wanted their gold back at the same time.

No, no, no, no. That's my gold.

Not anymore.

Redemptions

What are you talking about?

I'd like to redeem my IOUs please.

Thank you very much.

Out To Lunch

Hey!

I want my gold back now!

Thief! Thief!

Battle of the bank run. Bringing people together.

See, they all found out he was stealing,

made a run on the bank and demanded their gold. But as you can see,

there ain't no gold to get.

Hartman!

Don't worry, Pile. Back in these times, vengeance will be yours.

Three things in this world you don't do:

Never mess with another man's woman.

Never mess with another man's ego.

And most importantly,

you never mess with another man's money.

Else, the man will mess with you.

My God, you hung him?

Yes, Pile. Oh, we hung him.

We hung him high! And do you know why?

Because he was a thief?

Because, Pile, an evil invention was born.

Man discovered how to turn worthless paper into gold.

House of Rothschild

Thus was invented the ultimate machine

to steal real money and enslave all the nations on earth.

It's alive!

Oh now, come on, you're just being dramatic.

I mean, I lost my house but...

What is that. Explain.

A nuclear power plant?

Um, hmm. Produces lots of electricity and little pollution.

An invention for the good of humanity.

Okay, but what's this have to do with...

3, 2...

Holy...

Atomic energy. A discovery more powerful than anything man had yet conceived.

It can be used for good or evil.

Now, unlike Einstein, the goldsmith's discovery has been kept a closely guarded secret.

It was never intended for you to see.

This discovery is called fractional reserved banking.

In the wrong hands, it's more powerful than the nuclear bomb

in its ability to completely and utterly destroy a nation who is subjected to its perversion.

No. No, no, no, no!

It is time we stop this evil secret and the men behind it...

You're being ridiculous.

...before America is destroyed forever.

Believe it, Pile!

No, no, no, no. I just want my dog back.

Dammit! That's it, I give up.

Let them live in chains.

No, Hartman!

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.

Thomas Jefferson?

Mr. President, how do I get him to understand?

As we did, son. Remain vigilant.

Too many have hidden the truth and the light of our liberty dims with every passing day.

Quickly, take my horse! Show him!

Wait. Show me what? Where are we going?

Away, Stallion of Liberty!

Ride hard the hoary wind!

Oh, where are we?

Battle of Waterloo.

Hold on! We gotta get through!

A money machine. There it is!

Hey, is that the same people?

Rich banker men from Germany flying under the banner of the Red Shield.

They financed both sides of the war.

London Waterloo Barstow

We must hurry.

That's him, the Red Shield courier. Shoot him!

No. I'm not shooting any one.

Dammit, Pile.

What?

He beat everyone back with the news of the war and told England that Napoleon won.

The Red Shield bankers of London pretended that England was doomed

London Stock Exchange

End of the World Stock Sale!

and started selling their English stocks.

The English went into a selling frenzy to get rid of worthless English money.

But, the English won, right?

Of course they won.

But it was a trick by Red Shield.

London Stock Exchange

They waited until the stocks plummeted to pennies

and then bought England back for nearly nothing.

England Sold

What? They did that? How?

When the English leaders found out,

they had no choice but to give themselves over to the Red Shield.

Their money was gone and they were slaves to the Red Shield war debt.

Since that time the English have been paying their national taxes

directly to the Red Shield private bankers.

The people have no idea.

But the bankers bragged about what they did to us,

laughing at us all the way to the bank.

Buckingham Palace.

Nathan Rothschild

Why it's the best business I've ever done.

If I can control a nation's wealth, I care not who makes its laws.

Oh, is this what Jefferson wanted to show me?

No, Pile. Look.

They're in America too?

The Red Shield banks are here, Pile,

seeking a way to conquer our American Dream.

The dream you had, Pile. The dream of free men.

They tried to take over our country many times and failed

because Jefferson and the patriots vowed to stop the evil tyrants at all costs.

By authority of eternal God he would not let the bankers win here.

Continental Congress

To preserve our independence we must not let our rulers load us with perpetual debt.

Thomas Jefferson actually said this...

We must make our choice between economy and liberty or profusion and servitude.

Wow.

I place economy among the first and most important of republican virtues,

and public debt is the greatest of the dangers to be feared.

It is incumbent on every generation to pay its own debts as it goes.

We must have a central bank to secure this country's finances!

Banking

If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their money,

Yes, he actually said this.

first by inflation and then by deflation,

the banks and corporations that will grow up around them

will deprive the people of their property

until their children will wake up homeless

on the very continent their fathers conquered.

Jefferson, you're mad! This country will have a central bank.

Who's that?

America's first Secretary of Treasury.

Alexander Hamilton.

Not for long.

Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson's Vice President.

They didn't take too kindly to our first Sec[retary of] Treasury.

Sweet shot, Burr.

The first attempt at a central bank only lasted 20 years and was shut down.

But the bankers tried again against "Old Hickory", President Andrew Jackson.

Harper's Magazine The Bank War

You are a den of vipers and thieves.

I intend to rout you out and by the eternal God I will rout you out.

After surviving an assassination attempt, Jackson finally defeated the bank in 1836.

When asked what was the greatest accomplishment in his life, Old Hickory replied,

I killed the bank.

And those were his last words:

"I killed the bank."

And, with real money backed with real gold,

our country experienced the greatest boom in any nation's history.

Oh, it was beautiful, Pile.

But the bankers, greedy for more power and wealth,

were concocting their most ambitious plan yet:

to once and for all take control of the finances of the United States.

In 1910, a secret meeting was held in the J.P. Morgan estate

on Jekyll Island of the coast of Georgia.

This meeting was so secret, so concealed from government and public knowledge,

that the 10 attendees used code names.

J.P. Morgan code name: Hula Girl

I am clearly the richest man,

so I should be the one to run the super secret central bank.

I own all the oil in America.

J.D. Rockefeller code name: Lube Job

I'm clearly richer than you will ever be Hula Girl.

I should run the super secret central bank

You're nothing compared to me, Lube Job.

I shall run the secret bank.

Silence!

Supreme Master Leader, I didn't know you were gonna be here.

Supreme Master Leader (Name withheld for scary security reasons)

I'm not. Neither are you, dumb ass.

Oh yeah, right, right. He's so smart!

None of you shall run the bank.

We have failed in the past because of openness.

This time the key to success is secrecy.

The people must believe that they run the bank.

Yes, brilliant! A sneak attack.

What's the plan?

We first create panic, then we show them the solution.

With our man in office and well-planned timing,

we will have our central bank.

And so the people think it is theirs.

We shall christen it Federal, the Federal Reserve.

They struck on December 23rd, 1913,

when most of our Congress were at home eating fruit cake

these bastards -- I mean bankers --

presented their treasonous act to their newly elected accomplice

Woodrow Wilson, who had fortuitously already agreed to sign it before he was even elected.

Federal Reserve Act The 16th Amendment to the Constitution of The United States -- IRS

Wait. The IRS? I thought we always had the IRS.

No, Pile. They did this to us too.

The Fed now has the exclusive power to print America's money.

They loan this money to our banks and our government at interest,

putting immediate debt on our own money,

printing more and more

so each dollar they print becomes worth less than the one before.

Merry Christmas.

What in the hell is that?

That, Pile, is how our government now must pay back these debts to the Fed.

Your taxes do not go to your government.

They don't?

Hmm. It's the greatest theft in human history.

But... Okay. I mean, I sorta get what you're saying,

but it's also confusing and really Hartman, I don't see how it affects me at all.

If I had more money, none of this would have happened.

Hartman?

1955! Wow, what are we doing here?

Oh, a little bit of shopping.

Here, hold this. Gallon of gas: 23 cents.

Postage stamp: 3 cents.

Ounce of gold: 35 dollars.

Hot baby: priceless.

Best be getting back.

Hey, Hartman! I need my car, man!

Oh, was that Michael J....

Yeah, he'll be fine.

For Sale $400,000 Everything Must Go!!!

Now, Pile, would you agree that you have the same exact things that you had in 1955?

Yeah. One stamp, one gallon of gas, one ounce of gold and one home.

Wow, we just made a lot of money.

Hey!

Gotta pay your taxes.

Then it's nice to have made all that money.

Wait, that isn't fair!

Now I actually have less money. I can't even go buy the things I just sold.

The IRS and the Fed's inflation work together, Pile.

They aren't just taxing gain, they are taxing their inflation.

You are no richer than you were in 1955.

Now, does that sound fair or American to you?

Yeah, but I mean, who doesn't hate taxes? I hate the IRS anyway.

Pile, the higher they make the inflation, the more of your money they take.

It's thievery.

You're not paying taxes on any more, you are paying taxes on the same

and now you have less.

They take our property away right in front of our eyes

just like Thomas Jefferson said they would.

What's that?

They found us!

Quick, my sword!

What sword?

We don't need your banking machine!

I condemn you to die, dammit! Die!

Pile, Bernanke bogie on my nine! Take him at his knees!

For we are opposed around the world

by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy

that relies primarily on covert means

for expanding its sphere of influence.

What's happening? Where am I?

I believe perhaps you understand now, Pile. But you are afraid.

JFK. Hartman, what does this have to do with my house and my dog?

Okay, that's enough. I want to go home now.

This is the last president to stand up to the Fed.

You must see.

On June 4, 1963, President Kennedy signed Executive Order 11110.

This executive order empowered the U.S. Treasury to issue real money without the Fed.

It would have worked.

Kennedy's plan to dismantle the Federal Reserve machine had begun.

But six months later, John F. Kennedy went to Dallas and never returned.

No way. No way they can do that.

The new president, Lyndon Johnson, threw out Kennedy's order.

And since JFK, no president has dared

confront the secret powers behind the Federal Reserve.

They consolidate bigger and bigger banks,

print more and more money, accountable to no one,

decimating our nation's wealth for the benefit of a few.

Why? Why do this? If they hurt us it hurts the global bankers too.

No, Pile, they are protected! They are too big to fail.

But I'm not.

Those sons of bitches!

Mmm, sons of bitches all.

The day was cold,

the wind sharp and strong,

but we were determined.

The bankers and their parasites had us vastly outnumbered,

but their hubris made them weak --

not like us,

not like this band of immortals we have assembled.

We have come to take back our...

If Lost Call Hartman.

Hartman, is that...?

My dog.

Oh, sh...

Then the inevitable.

The money kings could ignore us no longer.

They sent an emissary,

a cog in the machine of greed, to bring about our submission:

Hank Paulson.

Hartman, this is blasphemy.

We own the corners of the earth. It is futile to challenge us.

Oh, I've seen that look before,

that of a predator taking in the scent of its prey:

bold, fearless, the look of a free man.

You have come far, Hartman, father than most.

Be smart now; join us.

We will bring you money, power, everything you want.

You can be one of us if you will kneel.

Madman! You're a madman!

We're offering you everything!

What do you think this is?

This...is...America!

The End

He who sacrifices freedom for security deserves neither. Ben Franklin