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Right now, you're looking at me and my friends,

and I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking, "Who the hell are these little assholes

burning through fuel and cash on a yacht?"

Like they own the world.

I'm king of the world!

And yeah, you're right.

When you're 17 with 17 million, you don't take anything seriously.

Flashy and expensive cars,

endless shopping sprees,

obscenely big houses,

and the wild parties where we thought we could do anything.

Sure, when we won the lottery,

we made every mistake imaginable right off the bat.

But don't worry, there's justice in life,

and when you act like a fool, eventually you end up paying for it.

Here we are, living it up at a three-star restaurant,

enjoying the best life has to offer.

Mmm.

But that's all about to change.

L'chaim!

Oh!

Here we go.

This is the moment when shit really started to hit the fan.

Huh?

What the fuck, man?

Oh no.

Oh shit.

That's a one-way ticket to jail.

My legs are numb.

3 MONTHS EARLIER

…Bitch, and I can't forget

My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted

Thermals under that Pelle shit

I love New York, but gangbanging That's LA shit and I'm proud of it

Spit it through the wire So the crowd love it

Haters, you know who you are You can turn it down, fuck it

-Whoa! Hey man, fuck you! -Look where you're going!

More hatred inside my soul Than Pac had for Delores Tucker

-Hey! -How are you, bro?

Lemme get your bag.

You're always late. I've been waiting for five minutes.

All right, damn.

Ugh, hey, don't get too close. You're all sweaty and shit.

Of course I am. I just got outta training.

Right, yeah, but still, come on.

-Hold on, I'm getting a call. -Uh-huh.

Hello? Hey, Jess, what's going on?

How'd it go with Jordan?

Okay, cool.

But what did he think of your whole chastity vow thing?

I can't hear shit, I wanna know what's going on too!

She says he was fine with it, kinda.

Well, that's good, right?

A womanizer like him acting like he doesn't care about sex?

Nah… I don't buy it, I mean, it's sus. Don't you think?

Well, no. He's just not in a hurry, that's all.

Okay, Jess, but you feel like he really got the concept, right?

Um, of course he got the concept, like, it's not that complicated.

We're just waiting before banging, what's so hard to get? I mean…

-I don't know, man. -Yeah…

I need help, come on.

No surprise, with those mile-long nails of yours.

-There. Come on. -Thanks, sweetie.

And when you said, "I wanna stay a virgin,

but I don't know for how long," what was his reaction?

I dunno, I mean. He smiled, like, he was really chill, yeah.

-Really chill? -Mm-hmm.

Or, like, really gay. Who knows?

Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Admit it, David!

Hey. I bet you he's gonna flip because we're five minutes late.

Léo!

Yo, you guys are the worst. Four minutes late.

We're gonna get in trouble, you know I hate that.

Yo, Léo, don't start going off on us the minute you see us, come on.

You're complaining already?

You didn't even say hi.

-Hello. -Hello. There. Say hello.

-Hello! -Hello.

-Hello, Léo. -I don't like being at the back.

Well, you know the drill, if you want a helmet, right?

Oh fuck.

What's the matter?

-I'm out of gas. -Oh man…

-Ugh, really, David? You're so annoying! -I'm annoying?

No way. I schlep you around everywhere, and nobody ever chips in for gas.

Well, I would, but I can't. I spent all my money on my new shoes.

-Hey. Pretty cool. -Twenty bucks!

Yeah!

Fine, whatever, I'll be the martyr. Was gonna spend it on chouquettes, but…

-Sixty-four cents? Come on. -Yeah.

What am I supposed to do with this, bro?

Actually, that'll get you a couple of chouquettes--

Keep it, you deserve your pastries.

I mean, we weren't that hungry anyway, were we?

Ha, that's pretty funny.

Come on, it's fine. We're only ten minutes away, let's push.

Oh.

We're a bunch of fucking losers.

Ow, ow, hold on. My feet hurt like crazy.

Honestly, I wasn't planning on walking in these shoes.

Look at you. Y'all look exhausted. Might wanna hit the gym more often.

-Are you for real right now? -I'm just kidding, dude.

Shit!

Ayy, fam!

Yo.

-All good? -What's up?

No class today, guys. Apparently Ms. Chamois has a stomach bug.

-Damn it. -Poor thing.

See? You're always freaking out for no reason. We're not late at all.

Sorry. But I mean, how would I know she had diarrhea?

Let's go to the bar. I'll sneak you some drinks.

-Okay. -Let's do it.

Well, I'm gonna head out now.

That's enough selfies for today.

Catch you guys later.

-Later, man. -See you!

You had a good read on Jordan. He's super into the chastity thing.

You don't get it. He's just tired. That's all.

Not from fucking all night, that's for sure.

-"Not from fucking all night…" -What's up?

-Paul! What's going on? All good? -Hey!

-Babe! How are you? -Good, you?

Good.

-So, did you tell them? -Um, no, not yet.

-Really? -What?

-I passed the endurance test-- -She signed with OM! She's going pro!

-No way! -Can you believe it?

You're gonna kill it! You got this.

-Of course she is! -Hey, guys, huge news.

I just spoke to Chloé, and I think she wants me to be her boyfriend.

What?

We were talking for four minutes and she kept staring at my mouth.

It was, like, super sensual.

I think she was staring at that enormous--

What?

There's a huge booger on your nose.

There is?

Oh no!

Hey, don't be mean. Here.

Oh man, this is awful.

David, move your ass, come on already.

Patrick, I'm not working today.

I don't give a shit. You wanna get paid or not?

Fuckin' A.

Pain in the ass.

What a jerk. Okay, I'm outta here.

-Take care of yourself, okay? -Okay.

You've got early practice tomorrow.

You guys keep an eye on her, all right?

Uh…

See you, bud.

Oof!

Wow, he's a little intense.

He's looking out for me, that's all.

-Okay. -What, are you jealous?

Fucking bullshit. That old man can go to hell.

You know what? Fuck it, let's go win 17 million. You ready?

Okay, so first, 13, because that's Marseille's zip code.

Jess?

-I don't know, man. -Just pick anything, who cares.

Okay, 26. That's my lucky number.

"Okay, 26. That's my lucky number."

-Samia? -Number ten, of course.

Of course, number ten. Nothing but net.

Léo?

-Léo? -Yeah.

-Yeah? -Uh, hold on. Um… One?

Two hours just to say one? Unbelievable.

And number five, right? Lucky number five.

-That one's for me. -Number five.

And the joker number…

Hey, Lyon girl! We root for Marseille here.

Lyon can suck it!

Hey, shut the fuck up, man.

Hey, Victoire. Don't mind him, he's so fucking annoying.

Here. Thanks a lot, I'm all caught up now. You take good notes.

-Oh, thanks. -Oh, and I love your nails.

Thanks, that's super nice. Yeah, my mom did them, actually.

My mom was born on the eighth.

Ah…

I mean, like, um, did you put number eight?

-No, we didn't. -I don't believe that we did.

No, we, uh… We have all the numbers already.

I just like number eight, because it's her birthday.

-Hm. Oh. -My mother's.

Okay, uh, well, let's put Victoire's victorious eight.

No problem.

Cool. Um… Great.

Well, guess I'm gonna… I'll get out of your way.

See you later.

-Bye. -Ciao.

See you, bye-bye.

-Wow. -Okay, I'll validate the ticket.

Léo, come block the camera with your hair while I swipe some cash.

Aw, man.

I'll watch for Patrick, okay?

JUVENILE HOME

Zoe, please tell me you found it.

You're a grown-ass man, but…

I guess you still need your blankie to sleep, right?

Not a blanket.

Oh sure. By the way…

Let me know if you need help with that.

What is it?

It's a form to get your birth records.

It just might help you to move on.

You wanna know what it is I need?

A real studio to write my songs.

Somewhere I can work in peace, without all these distractions.

Honestly, I don't see how knowing who abandoned me would change anything.

My real mom didn't want me, okay?

End of story.

No problem.

But, um… it'll be here if you need it.

I appreciate it.

Yo, David. We're missing one for the FIFA tournament.

Wanna play?

No thanks, bro. I'm working on a track.

You're always working, dude.

Yeah, well, I'll play after I've made it big.

MEET ME IN 30 MINS AT THE PLAYGROUND SUPER URGENT!!

Oh, God, what now?

What the hell is up with Jess?

-She didn't answer me, I don't know. -That's weird.

Hey, Jess!

Hey!

What's up? Huh?

-Jess, you okay? -No.

-Is this about Jordan? -No.

My mom introduced me to her new boyfriend, and…

We're moving to Mulhouse, me and my little brothers.

Wow. Mulhouse.

-Mm-hmm. -That's bad.

-Mm-hmm. -What a fucking name, Mulhouse.

I'm going to Mulhouse, man.

No, that's too much, your mom can't force you.

-It's a nightmare, I swear. -Mm.

But I'll come back, for sure. I'll go back and forth to see you.

In a private jet.

What?

Wait, what? What do you mean?

Because we won 17 million euros, bitches!

What is this? Some shitty joke? Are you serious?

I'm not joking, guys. We won 17 million euros.

You're bullshitting us, stop it.

-Shut up. -We're rich!

You made us come here for this? I don't have time for this bullshit.

But guys, come on, I swear it's true. We won the lottery, guys.

-No. -Check the numbers.

-Jess, stop! -We won.

Don't play me, don't do me like that.

Make sure you check it right.

-I think it's true, guys. -Stop, stop.

-Stop, stop. -What?

-One, five, ten, 13, 26. Yes! -No! Stop!

Oh my God!

Okay, I can tell you now, I'm headed straight to Chanel.

Wait, that's your plan? A purse?

No, okay, I'll take care of my family first.

My mom, little brothers…

-First things first. -But after that I'm getting myself Chanel.

Damn right.

Well, I'm dropping out of school right away, it's over.

But you know school is important, man.

-Mm-hmm. -Plus, I mean, it's our last year.

That's a stupid idea.

Okay, if it makes you happy, I'll stick around.

I'll finish the year, I'll take my exams, boom, fail that shit.

I'll make my own label,

I'll start producing banger after banger, and move to LA.

Wait, you wanna leave Marseille? Really?

Well, I'm not leaving here, you guys. Not in a million years.

OM forever. Y'know?

-Honestly, it's depressing. -What is?

I mean, anybody here care about the planet? Hello.

-We care. -We do.

-Obviously, of course. -Sure, man. But not right now.

I think I'll just donate everything to my mom's charity.

I never buy anything anyway.

You're something else, Léo.

Think about it. There's gotta be something that you want.

How about we all go backpacking through Europe together?

We're literally talking about millions,

and you're pitching a broke dude's fantasy.

Or we could all buy an old farmhouse and fix it up.

Oh wow, man.

So we can live together till the very end.

-Aw. -Oh shit, you're fucking adorable, Léo.

Ow. Don't do that.

You know what? Forget LA. I'm gonna live with you, kibbutz style.

That's a great idea. I love you so much, Léo.

Well… So now that we're millionaires,

we should go out and celebrate tonight, right?

-Sounds good. Let's go! -Huh? All right.

We need to pick up whatever isn't biodegradable.

I just gotta take care of a couple of things,

-And then it's party time for all of us. -That's right!

On that note, we'll need money for tonight.

Don't worry, we'll figure it out.

Slow down, David. You're going too fast.

-We're invincible now! -We can still die, you know.

No way, man. We're just getting started with our new lives.

-Yeah, well, you know… -Don't bring the mood down. Whoo!

I'm outta here! Fuck you! Woo-hoo!

Fuck off, David! Don't you ever show your face here again! You're fired!

I don't give a fuck! I quit!

Sorry, Patrick. Have a nice evening!

Hi, Mom.

Hi! How are you?

Yo, Rita!

Can't you stop and talk to me for two goddamn minutes?

-No time, we're in a hurry. -Yeah, sorry. We're, uh…

Big shot…

I mean, she's so crazy, she might as well have put it under your bed.

-Here it is. Got it. -No!

Yeah. Jackpot.

Bingo.

What the hell? That's not enough, we wanna party hard, Léo.

Well, I mean, this is ten shots, right?

Damn it. Let me see.

-Oh shit, here's her card. -No.

-And the code! -No. No, David.

That's the card for my mom's charity. We're not using that.

We'll give the money back. Who cares? We won 17 million.

Did you get that part?

-Stop worry-- Oh, what the fuck?! -Oh, shit!

What are you doing here, Tom?

Nothing. I'm just having a snack in your shack.

Mom's doing crossword puzzles out there, and she said I was being too noisy.

Y'know me, right?

But who cares about that? You won 17 mill?

-No. -No.

Damn, you bastards won 17 mill.

-I didn't see him there. -Put a lock on your door already.

-He's here all the time! -My mom won't let me, okay?

It's okay, guys, you can tell me. I'm not a complete idiot. I did hear you.

I've got my ears.

Fine, yeah, okay, we won.

Seventeen millies?

Yeah, 17 millies, or whatever, man.

Awesome, dude. Fuck!

Okay, fuck it.

How much to keep your mouth shut?

Fifty.

Fifty what? Fifty K?

No. Not K.

Thousand.

Fifty thousand.

-I want fifty thousand. -Fifty thousand.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, then.

Yeah. But Tom, you promise you won't say anything?

-Please. -Mm-hmm.

-You swear? -Scout's honor.

Okay, you know what?

Here's an advance. There you go.

Damn! Thanks, David!

I'll… I'll make a note of it so I don't forget.

No beef when the boots are balanced.

Books, actually.

Um, 50,000 minus 50, carry the one. That makes…

-Forty-five? -Yeah.

Forty-five thousand. That's 45,000 you owe me.

-Forty-five thousand? -Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

But…

Forty-five thousand, right. Forty-five thousand.

It's a deal.

Uh, wait, wait, wait. You know what?

-You… Here. It's fine. -Hey, David. Don't.

Now we owe you 40,000.

Okay.

Okay, I'll make a note of it.

You're the man.

You're going straight to hell, David.

Oh, man, I don't know… Samir's, like, a real thug.

-Okay, get off. -Didn't Samir just get out of jail?

Stop freaking out. If anyone says anything, just act like a thug too.

It'll be fine.

Wait for me out here. I won't be long, okay?

-What's up, Samir? -David.

-You good? -I'm good, you?

I'm good.

Hi, Carla.

-What's up with the bike, anyway? -I don't know, dude. I'm an idiot.

-Why'd you do that, bro? -Well, I was on fire, you know.

I told you not to buy it.

What, you a friend of David's?

Yeah. D-David. We're, uh, we're tight.

-Aight. Have a seat, c'mon. -Yeah, thanks.

What's with the helmet? You afraid of getting punched or something?

No. It's, uh… Y-yeah…

Have a smoke. You look tense.

No, it's okay, I, uh…

I'm really trying to cut back on all that…

Ganja… uh, Rastafari, Babylon stuff right now…

I mean, I've been overdoing it lately, y'know--

This is mellow. Smoke some.

I appreciate the offer, that's okay.

He said smoke, dude.

Oh…

Okay, thanks.

And there.

There you go.

-Yeah, this is, uh, good stuff, huh? -Right?

Fifteen hundred.

Fine, one K.

Are you really that broke, man? What the fuck?

Come on, guys, I… Like, 1,500 is expensive.

You know what? Twelve hundred. In memory of our little brother.

But no fucking around.

No, no, I promise.

Yo, Paris boy, look at me.

No fucking around.

Yeah, yeah, I promise. Don't worry.

Thanks, bro.

Hey, Léo! Come on. Let's go, c'mon.

Ah. Your doobie.

You gave him a discount? He's a fucking clown.

It's fine, it's a small one. Let him have fun.

It's a fucking mistake.

What's with this guy?

-What the fuck's wrong with you? -Hi there, girls. Wanna party or what?

-No way! -No way!

David, what the fuck?

Come on, get in.

Let's go!

So, did you girls manage to get any money?

Yeah, my mom sold her car. I swiped some cash!

No way!

…From my exes When they want a second chance

I like proving niggas wrong I do what they say I can't

Okay, guys. It's all about attitude.

If we don't act confident, we'll never get in.

-Yeah. Attitude, attitude. -Mm-hmm.

-Don't worry, it'll be fine! -Yeah, yeah, don't flip out.

Okay.

All right, showtime.

Valet!

-Baby -I like it like that

You got to believe me when I say

I said I like it like that

You got to believe me when I say

I said I like it like that

Now, I like dollars I like diamonds…

Nope. Not happening. Not tonight.

-Uh… -No chance.

Uh… But… Okay, got it.

Um, so, excuse me.

We thought that, maybe, uh, this

could help us get in.

Welcome, folks.

-Thanks. -Have fun.

Thanks.

First Shabbat as a millionaire, guys.

Yo, facts Diamond district in the chain, chain

I said I like it like that

Certified You know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang

Woo! Drop the top and blow the brains

I said I like it like that

Oh, he's so handsome What's his name? Yeah!

-I like it like -Facts

I need the dollars Cha-ching!

Beat it up like piñatas Uh!

Tell the driver, close the curtains

-I said I like it like that -Skrrt!

Bad chick make you nervous Cardi B!

I spend in the club What you have in the bank

This is the new religion Bang in Latino gang, gang, yeah!

I said I like it like that

I said I like it like that

I said I like it like that

I said I like it like that

Damn, that's a gorgeous watch.

Diamond district in the chain

Bad Bunny, baby, bebe, bebe

Certified You know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang

Woo! Drop the top and blow the brains

I said I like it like that

…Bang in Latino gang, gang

Whoo!

Damn, that stings!

No way, Samia. You're not gonna sleep here, are you?

Ugh. It's too hard to move.

-Want me to carry you? -Yeah, right. Like you can carry me.

-Yeah, of course I can. -I'd like to see you try.

All right.

Here we go.

-Not bad. -Well, I have been going to the gym.

Don't drop me, I've got a career ahead of me.

Don't worry.

I know I may not look like it,

but as a matter of fact, I've got pretty good core strength.

-Wait, my arm's stuck. -Mm.

Ow. Hold on, my back hurts.

-Oh no. -No, I mean, my back… I'm sorry, but…

I just… I just did a back flop earlier in the pool.

-It's sore. -It's fine. Forget it.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Holy shit, I am stuffed.

At least you didn't let anything go to waste.

Yeah, man, me too.

Well, so, how do we get the money now?

Maybe the corner store? I mean, I don't know.

Yeah, but definitely not Patrick's after I quit, am I right?

So, "To withdraw your winnings, you simply need to return to your point of sale."

I just said that's not possible.

Don't worry about it. That's for up to 30,000, that's not for us.

-Mm-hmm. -Uh… Here we are.

"For winnings for more than 500,000 euros, you need to contact

the Big Winner department for personalized assistance."

-Ooh! -Mmm… Personalized assistance.

-Nice. -"You'll need to present a photo ID…"

Oh, damn it.

What?

We're minors, so we won't be able to get the money.

What?

Wait, what do you mean? Who cares? I mean, I'll be 18 in like three months.

No, no, the ticket says it's only valid for 60 days.

No.

Wait, what does that mean?

Does that mean we're screwed?

Yeah.

No.

Excuse me, sir. Um, your card was declined.

-Oh. -Ah.

Uh…

It's fine. You know what?

I'll grab my Amex from my room. Be right back.

-Okay. I'll wait for you inside. -Sounds great, ma'am, thanks.

Damn credit card limits, y'know. They're always a pain, am I right?

Let's get outta here.

Hey, you!

Stop!

-Ma'am! Stop! -Go, Jess, hurry up!

This is a fucking disaster.

We're so stupid. Why didn't we think of this before?

I don't know. It's fucking unbelievable.

Anyway, we gotta fix this, what are we gonna do?

I burned through all of my mom's savings.

Fuck. We're gonna end up on the street.

Panicking won't help. We'll figure it out.

Léo, can your parents help? Can you ask?

That's a great idea. His dad can't even set foot in a casino.

Super safe.

T-Take it easy, David.

I'm sorry, bro, but it's true, right?

-Yeah, I guess. -There's always my mom.

No, I'm sorry, but no. I've got no family, and I'm not gonna let your parents

or some shady cousin get their hands on my money, all right?

We need someone impartial.

Someone over 18 who's trustworthy.

Someone who'll cash the ticket for us, but won't run off with our money.

Yeah, okay, but who?

I don't know. But we need to find them.

Fuck… No one.

Don't even bother, guys. Everyone at our school is an asshole.

We're not finding anyone here.

Are we sure we covered everyone over 18?

-Yeah. -Yeah, everyone.

Not one of them is reliable.

-Hey, guys! -Yeah?

What're you doing here? I've been looking for you for ages.

Just thinking about how shitty today's been.

By the way, I found it.

Really?

Who's 18 years old and, like, really reliable?

Chloé?

Will you stop bringing her up? That girl's completely useless.

Super annoying. Know what she told me?

-No. -She came up to me--

Jess, can you focus? Who is it?

Right, sorry.

Victoire.

-Oh, no. -Wait, are you serious?

Hold on. Let me explain.

She came to invite me to her birthday. She doesn't know anyone here.

No way.

No, David, you don't get it. Her…

Her birthday was three days ago.

It's a sign.

-Okay, but it's still not happening. -Why the hell not?

She's over 18, she's honest, and she played a number with us.

What more do you need, dude?

Nothing. But if we use Victoire, she'll get a share of the money.

And that's three million, so no way.

I'm sorry, Jess, but he's got a point, right?

Damn right.

IS DESIRE INNATELY INFINITE?

-Jessica. -Yeah?

Seventeen. Yeah, that's… that's excellent.

Thank you.

Oh, David.

David… Pass it down.

Why should I even bother handing it to you?

Four.

That's really bad. That's terrible.

Bold move, though, trying to connect Schopenhauer to rap.

That's pretty bold.

-Really… -Boldness is worth a five, isn't it, sir?

No.

No, that wouldn't be honest of me, would it?

I never go back on my grades, for the sake of fairness.

It's called integrity, David.

This is insane.

Come on, Jess. The guy's always been straight-up. Real serious.

Plus, he's a teacher, so he's not crazy about money, that's for sure.

-That's true. -I mean, look at him.

He's in full-on Buddha mode, or whatever.

Honestly, I think it just makes sense to ask him.

Oh, look! He likes animals. That's usually a sign of good character.

Yeah, I agree.

-Shh! -What the hell are you doing here?

-What's he doing here? -I'm following you!

Tom, this is not a good time.

-Go away. -Okay, okay. Hands off.

Fine, I'll leave if you don't want me here.

Great, get out.

-Okay. -Beat it! Go.

Shh! Shut the fuck up already.

You're so uptight.

Your brother's such a fucking pain.

I know this.

Okay, come on, what's the plan now?

Ugh. I mean, I don't think it'll work.

Mr. Pivot is, like, super square. No way he'll ever do something illegal.

So we need to make sure he doesn't have a choice.

Yeah, I don't think he should have a choice.

Well, yeah, that's what I just said.

I know.

Let's give it a few days, I'm sure we'll think of something.

All right.

-I kidnapped his dog. -What the fuck is the matter with you?

-You a fucking moron? -I thought it was a good idea.

Um, no!

Shit, oh fuck.

Hold on, maybe that's not the worst idea ever.

-What? -What?

Well, like, it's blackmail, it could work.

-I can't move. -Wait, what? Why not?

I'm scared of dogs.

Come on, it's fine. He's super calm.

-Why's it growling? -Cut it out.

-It's not growling. -It is.

Deep breaths. Take it easy.

-Whoo… -No, what are you doing?

-Shh! Shh! -Just breathe.

-Goddamn it. -Tom, put my dog down.

This bastard's ruining everything.

So just to be clear,

you kidnapped my dog,

but instead of a ransom,

you're giving me 500,000 euros to cash a lottery ticket.

You do realize that your plan is completely insane, don't you?

-Yeah, it was a pretty sketchy setup. -No, it wasn't, it was fine.

He's the one that ruined everything with the dog.

Maybe, but the dog scratched up my forearms, so shut your mouth.

You're fine! It didn't do anything.

Oh, yeah, and what's this? A freaking joke?

-Tom… -No, it's a big scratch.

-Just shut up. -Wow.

I'm sorry, Mr. Pivot, but I think it's really clear already.

We-we kidnapped your dog.

Sure, for like eight seconds,

but the plan was to kidnap your dog for 500,000 euros

from the ticket that-that you're gonna…

-Yeah. -That you have, the ticket.

So… So… You… No, wait. Fuck. I'm getting confused.

-Fuck, guys. -Because of the dog, and this guy.

Well, forget the dog.

Basically, what we wanted was for you to cash the ticket in exchange for 500,000.

That's it.

So, uh, are you in or out?

You know what they say?

No one is incorruptible.

There are only those who haven't been offered enough.

Okay… So is that, uh…

Is that a yes or a no?

It's a yes.

But we're keeping your dog as a guarantee.

That's a no.

All good.

And I want one million.

Oh.

Mr. Pivot, you got this, right?

There's an alley behind you, reception's at the end, on the right.

You tell them you're the big prize winner.

Don't mention our names or anything, you're the sole winner.

Yeah, yeah, I got it, David. I think it's within my capabilities, okay?

Oh! Hold on. Uh, how about a group selfie? You know, just as a keepsake?

-Sure! -Okay.

Our last selfies as nobodies, right?

Awesome, yeah.

Damn, this is crazy. Our lives are about to change forever.

-It's awesome, right? -Right.

Okay, here I go.

Good luck.

-Hey, look out! -Whoa.

Huh. I didn't see him.

Hey, easy there. Be careful, Mr. Pivot.

Hey, don't worry, okay? I haven't gone completely gaga yet.

Oh, man. Goddamn it.