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David!

David?

What are you doing?

Forget it. It's over, man. We'll never find that ticket.

Man… Look at yourself right now.

He can go fuck himself.

Who is it?

It's Samir. He keeps calling me.

I owe him 15K for the damage to his G-Class.

Really, 15,000 for the car? That much?

It's fine, at least he'll kill me now. My life's over anyway.

C'mon, David, don't say that.

Uh… Just tell him you're doing the best you can, but you had some issues.

And that's it. Like…

What's he saying?

COME SEE ME TOMORROW BEFORE 7 P.M.

That's great! See? He wants to meet up. That means he wants to negotiate.

That's awesome.

IF YOU DON'T HAVE MY MONEY, I'LL KILL YOU.

Oh no.

Don't worry, David. We'll… We'll get the money, okay? We'll, uh…

Crowdfunding.

We'll run a crowdfunding campaign.

Yeah, bro, what is it? It's not a good time.

What-- Wait, are you sure?

Okay, okay, I'm coming.

Let's go, David.

David, come on! Let's go. Just trust me.

Come on, hurry up. It's urgent.

LOTTERY JACKPOT

17 MILLION WON

JACKPOT OF 17 MILLION WON IN MARSEILLE

I can't believe it. Someone else cashed it in before we did.

Well, guys, it's pretty obvious. Patrick Fiori stole our ticket.

The fuck are you talking about?

Here.

Look. He booked out Chez Fonfon.

For his birthday. Look!

Know how much it costs to book that place?

Uh, no.

Guys! It's an institution!

-Fonfon. -Yeah, all right.

-Tom, can you give us a minute, please? -Yeah! Yeah.

-Sure. Of course. -Okay, later.

Later.

We gotta find the son of a bitch who took our money, right, guys?

Seriously, that's downright disrespectful, David. It's Fonfon!

-C'mon, man! -Shut up, Tom! Get lost, man.

Don't talk to me like that.

Okay, whatever, thank you.

Man…

Wake up, fam. You're with me, right?

So we're "fam" now?

Huh? Remember how you treated us like shit at the hospital?

She's right. You really went too far, David.

C'mon, guys. I'm sorry, I just… I wasn't myself, okay?

Anyway, this is important stuff. We gotta find this son of a bitch.

Yeah, well, count me out. I need to go pick up my brothers.

And there's no way you'll find him anyway, so just forget it.

Later, ciao.

So, are you with me?

Okay, this is where the lottery guy works.

The one who handles the big wins.

Look, here's the guy.

HEAD OF BIG WINS

-He knows who cashed in our ticket. -Okay.

Ah. Hang on, hang on. Okay, nobody move.

-I don't think that's him. -Are you stupid?

Of course it's not him. We're looking for a bald guy.

Oh, he's bald. Right, I'm sorry, I'm stressed.

And that guy's Black. Damn it, Léo…

And, uh, what do we do when we find him? Play it straight?

-Yeah, yeah, straight. -Okay, great.

But also aggressive.

That doesn't make sense, dude. Isn't that contradictory?

I mean, Samia, what do you think? We play it straight, right?

Uh, yeah. I don't know, maybe.

Uh, are you okay?

You don't look too happy.

What's-- I don't wanna talk about it, okay?

Okay.

What are we doing with this guy?

-David? -Yeah…

Where did he go?

Give it to me, give me his address!

I don't have anything. Take my watch!

The guy who won the 17 million, give me his address!

Oh shit.

Honestly, David, I mean, the screwdriver thing was too much.

Too aggressive.

I guess it was, but the guy did give us the address, so…

This is it.

Holy shit.

What the fuck? This is crazy.

We're broke, and that piece of shit steals our ticket

while he's living in a damn mansion?

I know, right? I mean, look at the view.

But this time, we have to be diplomatic. No drama, guys.

We need him on our side from the start.

-Keep it chill. It's the only way-- -Mm-hmm.

Oh, wow.

-Are you okay, ma'am? -Oh my God.

Jesus Christ, what have you done?

-What are you even doing here? -Ow.

Are you serious? What are you doing here? Who's she?

Uh… It's Victoire.

So you two fuckers cashed in our ticket?

-Are you trying to screw us over? -Shh! Of course not!

Guys! Surprise!

-She's waking up. -The lottery!

-We won! -The lottery, meaning…

Yeah, apparently Victoire's telling us that we won the lottery! Yoo-hoo!

Yeah, the lottery!

Act surprised, guys.

The lottery! Yay!

Yeah, lottery!

But…

So? Crazy news, right?

I know, right? It's nuts.

What a rush.

I mean, I-I almost…

I saw you, you looked…

Yeah, incredible.

Yeah, totally. I know, it's unbelievable.

So, where was it?

Where do you think? In Pivot's wallet.

Wait, are you serious?

You had it since the hospital and didn't say anything?

Goddamn it, Jess! I spent a night in jail because of you.

Actually, I tried to tell you, David.

But instead of listening to me, you insulted my mom.

Don't you remember?

Victoire is trustworthy, and she's over 18.

By the way, sorry you got hit in the head back there.

That was…

Yeah. He tripped, and just…

Booh!

-Yeah. -Hit my head with the door.

Anyway, the view is… stunning, you know?

What's up with them?

So I was pissed after that, and I decided to handle it myself as a surprise.

You're a pain in the ass with your surprises, seriously.

Are you coming?

We'll be right there.

WE WON

First, sorry about the decorations.

Not my best work. I wanted it to look nice.

But truth is, I thought we were doing the big reveal tomorrow evening.

How did you even get my address, by the way?

That-That was me. That, uh, I mean, it was my fault. I, uh…

I was coming up with the text, y'know?

And uh… Well, I guess I misclicked or whatever.

I sent it too early. I was gonna send it tomorrow,

but I sent it today by mistake.

-Silly me. -Yeah, right, yeah, well, uh…

Misclicks? I mean, we've all been there, right?

-You do that a lot, it's crazy. -Yep.

You're super clumsy, even voice notes. "Ah!"

It's not recording. You start again.

-I get it. -Mm.

It's a shame, right? Because with some extra time,

I think the decorations would've been awesome.

It'll be better next time. Promise.

Uh… Right. Uh, anyway.

I'm just gonna go grab something, then we'll call my bank manager,

and he'll explain how you'll all get your share.

-Okay. -Awesome.

-Yeah. -Thanks.

Wait, guys, is… Is that it? Really?

That's it, we're getting the money?

Yeah.

I can't believe it. Yeah?

Ah!

Look out, here I come!

Oh no!

That hurt.

So, as of now,

the full amount has been wired by the LJF to Miss Victoire Varrois's account.

Your share of 3.4 million euros is currently on hold

and will be transferred to each of you when you come of age.

So, in that case,

-I'm going to need you to provide-- -Uh, excuse me. Excuse me.

Uh, sorry to interrupt, but it was my understanding

that the money would be transferred to us, uh, well, y'know, right away.

Well, no. That's not possible.

I think we can all agree you weren't exactly allowed to participate.

-Right. -Well, uh…

That's the reason I couldn't declare you all as winners.

So for the LJF, the only winner here is my client,

since she's the only one of age.

Oh, okay. Yeah.

-Great. -Any other questions?

So in the meantime, how do we go about, y'know, buying stuff?

Well, do it through me.

Look, we have a card.

I'll set up a spreadsheet on a money sharing app.

Okay.

But didn't the bank manager say we'd have cards too?

Yeah, yeah, but… they said they just need a few more days.

I didn't have much notice, y'know?

Okay. But, uh, when will they be ready?

Uh… Yeah, well, it depends. I have to go pick them up from the bank,

go through all the paperwork, and… It's really a whole palaver, really.

-Huh? -A process.

Mm, mm-hmm. Hm.

Okay, that's cool.

I, uh… Sorry, I have to get to practice, so, uh…

Can you wait a minute, please?

Sit down.

-Okay… Sure. -I'm sorry.

I just wasn't finished.

Uh, this part's important.

You have to promise me you won't tell anyone.

Okay?

I'm the one taking all the risks, since I'm the official winner.

And maybe you don't realize this, but money has a way of attracting thugs.

Oh, right. That's bad news, right guys?

Yup, that's bad news.

So as long as the money's in my account,

don't tell anyone about it and don't attract attention, okay?

Honestly, if you talk about it, I'll have to disappear.

What do you mean, disappear?

Wait, wh-- No, no, why would you do that, though?

Well, if word gets out, I'll have no choice.

Whoa.

Sorry.

It's just that…

My parents were…

They were murdered…

by people who were after their money.

It's hard.

I appreciate it.

You're kinda like my family now.

-Yeah. -Well.

That was embarrassing, wasn't it?

I'll get changed and we'll celebrate, okay?

-Yeah. Sounds good. -Sure.

Uh… We'll wait for you.

Seriously, Jess?

You should've told us. We could've found someone else.

This sucks.

This is the worst. We don't even know her, and she's got us by the balls, right?

It is what it is. By the way, guys,

just make sure she never hears we tried to screw her.

-Mm-hmm. -We could lose everything.

It's nerve-racking, she could skip town at any moment.

Not if we do as she says.

We could maybe find a way to track her, just in case, y'know?

You don't think I'm a newbie, do you, Léo?

I already put a tracker in her bag.

That's pretty good, right? C'mon.

No, it's not. It still sucks!

This is like a conservatorship, y'know, like Britney.

Plus, I'm in deep shit right now.

I need 15K for Samir. I'm fucked.

Fifteen K? Wow.

Yeah, that's a lot to withdraw so soon, right?

I don't know, dude, we have to be careful not to push her.

You do realize her parents were killed, right?

So don't tell her anything about your shady buddies or whatever.

-That's right. -You'll just scare her away.

Okay, I won't. But what do I do?

-Huh? -Something else.

Hey… Just tell her that, uh…

That, uh… That you need 15,000 for a good cause, David.

Yeah, like…

Ah! A donation to your children's home, right?

That could work.

You just go to the ATM tomorrow, and, uh, that's the end of it.

No?

-Not bad, dude. -That could work.

-Yeah, that could work… -Yeah. That could work.

So yeah, that's why I wanna get them new computers.

Great idea, it's awesome, really. A donation. And it's anonymous.

My first thought was to build a home spa, I'm embarrassed!

I'm so shallow, right?

-Really? -Yeah.

Well, we've had different life experiences. It's, uh…

Uh… Well, you lost your parents too, right?

Yeah.

-Well, my adoptive parents, actually. -Hm.

I was abandoned when I was a month old.

Do you know anything about your birth mother?

No.

Well, uh, actually, I do know that I'm Jewish.

-Because my name is David. -Mm.

And also I was found in a tallit. So…

A what?

Uh, a tallit. It's a prayer shawl.

Ah.

And also because I'm, uh…

Circumcised.

We have so much in common.

Wait, are you circumcised?

No. That's…

That's not possible, is it?

No, no, it was a joke.

Ah!

Funny. As if I had a dick.

Oh, look. A bank. We can get the cash.

Ah, no need, let's pay in the store. By card.

Ah… I could just withdraw it, so you don't waste your time, right?

Oh, no. David, we shouldn't walk around with 15,000 in cash.

I mean, hello?

-Pickpockets and all that. -Right.

-Let's go. -Goddamn it.

Samia, what are you doing here?

We have practice, right?

What's the problem? I'm doing great.

Samia, you know I can't let you play, right?

Come on, Sofiane, don't do this to me.

Call the doctor. Just say that…

Whatever, there's a problem with the diagnosis.

What are you talking about? C'mon. You know I can't do that.

Tell him I'll give him money,

a lot of money, whatever. I'll do anything to keep--

Samia, stop. Stop pushing it, please.

You're upset, I get it.

I know you think it's unfair, but it's just not possible.

We could go for coffee if you need to talk--

You fucking kidding? What makes you think I'd want a coffee--

Don't disrespect me, all right? Take it easy.

You think a cup of coffee makes up for you ruining my life?

What are you doing? Wait, calm down, okay? Samia, what are you doing?

Hello.

You okay, Mom?

No, I'm not okay.

Your dad took some bitch to a hotel with my charity money.

-What? -To the Intercontinental Hotel.

That asshole's cheating on me.

1 NIGHT 17 ALCOHOL MINIS

Oh! I wonder what kinda hooker Pops hooked up with.

Wait, what the hell, Tom, really?

Jesus.

I mean, it's been a while since we've had one of our sexy nights.

Whoa, whoa…

Take it easy, Mom.

Maybe if we did more of that, y'know…

Whoa! Wait, just stop. Okay, uh…

It wasn't him, Mom. It was me.

Don't cover for him, Léo.

No, I… Uh, no, I meant the hotel.

Yeah, I spent the night with a girl there.

Sorry.

-You were there with a girl? -Yeah.

Come on, really? Léo, I'm sorry, but…

Oh, Sam, you're just in time.

Léo says he spent the night in a hotel with a girl. Can you believe that?

Mom, I promise. Samia, tell her we were, um…

-Mm… -Well, yeah.

I was with, uh…

Ch-Chloé. I was… I was with Chloé.

-You were with Chloé Vouillot? -Mm-hmm.

The hottest girl in school who everyone wants to bang? What am I, a fool?

A premium-brand fool!

-A premium-brand fool! -Enough.

Oh, sorry.

Don't believe me?

I don't.

Well, we're meeting tonight. You'll see.

Damn it, Jess, I'm telling you,

Victoire's a pain in the ass on a whole other level.

She wouldn't give me the cash.

She made me buy a whole bunch of computers for the kids at the home.

Seriously, Léo's plan didn't fucking work at all.

I'm broke, and I have to meet Samir soon.

What do I do?

Fuck, he's gonna kill me.

See? He's calling me now.

I've got an hour to come up with a solution.

-No, man. -No.

You know what? It's fine. I'll figure it out. Bye.

Hey, boss!

-Hey! -Got any watches?

I've got AirPods, sunglasses…

-This is for selfies. This is for-- -That's not what I want.

Show me your watches.

How much is this one?

Ah! That's expensive.

-Really? Expensive? -Yeah, one of a kind.

Okay, no worries. I'll take it.

I knew Léo was lying, and that's that.

Wait.

-How long? -Just wait.

There you go!

Boom! Right on time, huh?

Shit, that's an awesome scooter.

Hey, Chloé.

Hey!

H-H-How are you, what's up?

Well, uh… I'm fine.

I still don't believe him, y'know?

He's going in.

-Game over, oh shit. -Whoa! That's it.

-All right, I told you. I knew it. -Oof.

Come on, who's he kidding? He must think I'm an idiot.

But… Not at all. Just, uh… They're just into BDSM, so…

It spices things up, y'know? A little slap here and there…

Oh, right, that's enough, I get it. I mean…

Your dad loves a little spanking, I get it, Tom.

Really?

-Well… -You hit Dad?

-Enough! -Sorry.

-Weird thing to ask your mom, right? -Right!

What do you think you're doing?

I, um… I'm sorry.

But, uh…

Hitch.

Hitch.

It's… It's a movie with Will Smith.

In the movie, he makes a point that when you kiss a girl, you go 90% of the way,

and then you let the girl do the remaining 10% herself.

So you invited me here to talk about percentages?

No, no. I wanted to invited you for a meal, dinner.

And I have to pay 10% of the check?

Oh, no, no. My treat, 10%… 100%.

Yeah, my treat, 100%, that's cool.

It's-- It's fine, my treat.

Don't go too fast.

Nice, Léo. I didn't think he had it in him.

There.

No need for a divorce, Mom. And you can--

Oh, damn!

Fuck it, man, that scooter rocks. Fuckin' A.

What're you doing here?

I thought you never saw the same man twice.

So what, not happy to see me?

You shouldn't have given me your address.

I'm glad I did.

-Can I come in? -Yeah, sure.

Okay.

I can give you around 16,000.

Okay, 16K, perfect.

Anyway, I'll be back in two weeks at most to get it back.

-Okay. -I need to return it to someone.

Just so you know, you'll have to pay 20% interest.

-Ah. -Does that work for you?

Okay. I don't have a choice, so…

Samia.

You okay?

Yeah, why?

I mean, I heard that you punched your coach.

Can you stop judging me for a second, please?

What, are you trying to destroy your career?

No, I'm just trying to get you to stop acting like my dad.

What are you saying?

Sh…

Look.

I wanna break up, okay?

I think.

Yeah, Samia? Victoire's really doing me dirty right now.

I'm in a three-star restaurant with Chloé, and she's not picking up.

She has to come pay the bill. It's a total disaster, seriously.

I don't know what to do, I mean…

The conversation dried up an hour ago. I'm struggling big time.

I'm drinking so I don't have to talk to her.

Oh no. I have no idea where she is.

Oh God…

Oh, uh, she might be at Karim's party. I'll go check.

-Okay. -Stay there.

Thanks, you're a lifesaver. Talk soon.

You know, I'm not really into wine, but…

Wait, I'm sorry, but your teeth are gray.

What?

Your teeth are gray.

Oh, uh…

Hey, don't do that, it's gross.

Here we are, 15K.

And I'm sorry for the delay again, by the way.

Won't happen again.

So, what's up? We good?

You dealing behind my back?

So where'd you get all this?

What? No. No, no, no. Not at all. I'd never do that, Samir.

Where'd you get it?

I got it from, uh…

A beat that I sold.

A beat?

From… It's… From my… I have… From…

Y'know, I make music on the side.

I'm working on some tracks,

and a Korean DJ bought something of mine on the Internet.

He, uh, heard me on Spotify or something, y'know, blah, blah, blah.

And I sold him a track.

I made a deal, y'know,

so I would get a small percentage of the streaming revenue.

And it blew up, dude, like, K-Pop, "Gangnam Style."

Remember?

On the pretend horse?

And with the royalties, I suddenly got a big payout.

-Oh yeah? -Yeah.

What's the song?

Uh… The song goes, like, uh…

Yeom, gi-oh, yeom, gi-oh oh, yeom-yaiy

The title. The title.

The title of the song is…

I'd-I'd have… I didn't write it. So, you'd have to type in DJ Tzin, uh…

But I guess it's hard, 'cause they have a crazy alphabet out there, you know.

It kinda looks like a kid's drawing--

Okay, you can stop now.

I'm sick of hearing you talk.

Once again, I'm sorry. Uh… And also thanks for the car.

See you… sometime?

Yeah, sure. You're family.

Yeah, for sure.

Thanks, Samir.

Carla.

Baby.

Follow David for me.

Find out who he works for.

-Hm. -I don't buy this Korean thing.

It's bullshit.

Why show off bringing me here if you can't pay for it?

-It doesn't make sense to me. -No, uh… Hold on, I, uh… I have money.

I just forgot my card. Anyway, right now--

Just stop with this crap about your card or whatever.

If you don't have the money, it's fine.

But I do. I do have the money.

There's just something I can't tell you about.

Okay, what can't you tell me, then?

No, I… Wait, I-I… No, I can't.

You don't trust me?

I do. Of course I do, Chloé. But that's not the point.

-It's not about that. -Well, so tell me.

Come closer.

Okay, so, the thing is…

I won the lottery, so I'm…

-Really? -Yeah.

I, uh… I won… a lot of money.

But you have to promise me you won't tell anybody, okay?

Oh no, don't worry.

I won't tell anybody, really. How much did you win?

-Chloé, you promise? -Yes, I promise.

-Promise? -Promise. How much did you win?

Why is Léo in a three-star restaurant?

That's stupid. If people find out about the lottery, I'm out of here.

No, don't worry. We all know how to keep our mouths shut.

Okay, let's go.

MOM

MOM - HEY SWEETIE. IS EVERYTHING OKAY WITH YOUR FRIENDS?

YES, DON'T WORRY. THEY DON'T KNOW ANYTHING.

-Hey. Léo's in trouble. -Sorry, I don't feel very well.

Yeah, well…

Oh, wow. Yeah, you're fucking hammered, aren't ya?

Just don't throw up on me, okay?

-Hello. -Good evening.

So sorry to bother you, sir.

We're looking for our friends? Uh…

-They said they'd be here. -Well, there aren't many customers left.

So I'm assuming you mean them.

Awesome, thanks.

Oh, my…

She left.

SELF-SERVICE STORE

Yo, crazy shit. You heard the rumor going round school?

Yeah, I heard. It's crazy.

Yo, what's up, guys?

-All good? -You heard? God damn!

Blew my fucking mind.

-Can't believe it. I'm telling you-- -It's fucking nuts.

But to be honest, I call bullshit.

-Hey, what's up? -Hey, what's up? All good? You heard?

-How are you? -Good.

-Hear about the guy who won the lottery? -Know who it is?

I don't know, but I heard it's a guy, so probably the same guy?

Uh-huh.

-What the hell's going on here? -No idea, it's weird.

Beats me.

Hey, Karim!

Yo, what's up, guys?

Yo! Everyone's so hyped up. What the hell is going on?

You're not gonna believe me.

Someone won the lottery here in Marseilleveyre.

-No way! -No cap, bro.

Who is it?

Nobody knows for now.

But as soon as we find out who it is, oh, shit is gonna hit the fan!

-Awesome. -Totally.

-Yeah… -All right, dude! Hey, Joris!

This is bad, for fuck's sake. Who ratted us out?

I didn't say shit.

Me neither.

Uh, me either, I didn't. Uh, but maybe, uh…

It could've been someone, uh…

-It was me. -Hm?

-Wait a minute, what? -It was me. I told Chloé everything.

-Man, I'm a piece of shit. -Oh, fuck…

Fuck, Léo!

She promised she wouldn't say anything.

Of course she was gonna blab, you fucking idiot!

You gotta be kidding me.

-Couldn't you keep your mouth shut? -Shit. Sorry.

It was Victoire's fault too. I couldn't pay at the restaurant.

-We need to figure something out. -She could show up any minute.

-Right. Then what? -Where is she, anyway?

She said she had to go the post office.

I don't know, she could, like, be stuck in line there.

-Could be long or something? -Shut up about the post office!

No, don't call her! She'll get suspicious.

-I'm checking the AirTag. -Oh, right.

Oh, we've got the AirTag. That's right, great.

Hey, she's really far away. That's far, right?

Wait, let me see.

Shit, she's going to the airport. She's going to Marignane.

Yep.

Sorry, guys.

She's leaving with our money.