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EIGHT DAYS AFTER THE FRAUD

Hey, Ivana, this is delicious.

Wow, it's spectacular.

Just one last thing.

Can you make colas de lagarto?

-I need them to come back. -What's that?

Nobody has ordered one in a while, but sure.

Really?

We'll call you.

Gilberto Velasco.

Nice to meet you.

-Thanks. -Bye, Ivana.

Way to go! We made it!

What?

-Are you here about the security job? -No.

We're friends with Tito.

-My cousin Tito? -You should've said so before.

Where is he? He said he'd come yesterday.

His accounts have been frozen.

-His accounts, frozen? -Stop repeating what he says, idiot.

-It must be a misunderstanding. -Tito is detained.

That's why we're here.

Someone has to pay what we agreed, right?

HOW TO WIN THE LOTTERY

ATTENTION: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS.

SOME FACTS HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE LUCK, GOOD OR BAD,

OF THOSE INVOLVED…

NOBODY KNOWS HOW THEY ACTUALLY DID IT…

BUT I THINK THIS IS HOW IT HAPPENED.

So far, nobody at this table

has had luck on their side.

Right?

That's about to change.

All of you are crucial…

to this plan's success.

But we all need to understand clearly

what the risks are if this goes wrong.

Are you willing to take those risks?

Yes. That's why we're here.

Okay.

Listen carefully.

On that day, we arrive at the studio two hours before the official draw.

It has to be the Sunday draw so there's no one at the office.

Only Charly can access the equipment outside the draw.

Charly will take out one of the ballot cases.

It can be any of them.

He'll leave the storage room open where we keep the raffle box.

Mario and Gilberto will place the cameras.

We want the framing to match.

-Move it a bit. -More.

-There? -There.

Okay?

Lina must pick her clothes very carefully on that day.

We want you to be…

very seductive without overdoing it.

-Why? -You'll see.

If we can get the audience to focus on you,

they won't be watching what we're doing.

Is that too much?

It's perfect.

Charly.

On my command, Charly will turn on the raffle box

and Lina will read out the winning numbers.

I repeat, up to this point, it's just a regular draw.

Twelve…

Twenty-two…

Once we have the recording with our winning numbers,

we move on to the next phase.

And the additional number, eighteen.

Any doubts?

-No. -Okay.

Memorize this.

If all of this goes smoothly,

Mario and Gilberto will have around one hour

to trim the recording where we see the banner with the winning numbers

and put it in the switch.

Lina will have the same amount of time to learn the winning combination.

One hour?

You'll be able to practice. You'll be fine.

What about us?

You'll leave everything in its place and get ready for the draw as usual.

Meanwhile, I'll go buy the tickets with the winning combination.

We must all be ready 15 minutes before we go live.

And this is the tricky part.

At the time of the draw,

Lina will call out our winning numbers, by heart.

Meanwhile, Gilberto

will superimpose our recording with the banner

to cover up the real numbers.

Eight.

Sixteen.

There's no room for error.

Twelve.

-Twenty-two. -This will be live.

And millions of people will be watching.

And the extra one, eighteen.

It's only eight seconds.

But those eight seconds…

will change our lives.

Because during that time we'll pocket 120,000,000 pesos.

What about Katy? And the auditor?

I'll handle Katy and Ledezma.

You only have to worry about your part.

Each one of you, okay?

What about my assistants?

The guys who help me.

Think of an excuse to get rid of them.

Unless you want to share your prize with them.

We're not stealing it.

We'll win it.

But only if…

we make the world see what we want them to see.

There's no substitution here, guys.

No plan B.

There isn't another take.

Well, I'd like to know

how we're gonna make the plan work in perfect synchronicity

the way you just described.

Like an engine.

Sometimes, in order to fix something,

you need to take it apart first.

-Attention! Going live in three. -Ready?

Ready.

Ready.

-Auditor, is everything in order? -Yes.

Charly?

Yes, sir, everything's good.

Okay, let's roll.

Ready whenever you are.

Okay.

Let's do it.

-What was that? -What happened?

-I don't know. Something happened. -What do you mean you don't know?

What was that?

The compressor shut down.

What do you mean? We're live in two minutes.

-Fix it. -Don't worry. I will.

-Thanks. -José Luis?

-Yes? -Everything okay?

-No. The raffle box shut down. -What do you mean?

It won't turn on.

-We'll have to delay the draw. -Or cancel it.

We're not cancelling or delaying it. Tarto would kill me.

If you give me a minute…

-Rolling in one! -…we'll fix it.

-One minute. -Thank you, madam auditor.

-Unbelievable! -Turn that shit on, Charly.

It won't turn on.

-Are you serious? -Yes.

-Turn it on. -It won't turn on.

-Give me a minute, sir. -We don't have a minute.

Thirty seconds!

Charly, turn that shit on.

Twenty seconds!

-Turn it on. -Unbelievable.

Turn it on, please.

José Luis.

There we go!

That was close.

Come on, please.

Okay, get ready.

On air in three,

two, one…

Welcome to a new Melate draw today,

on Wednesday, December 6th, 2011.

Hey, José Luis.

-I wanted to discuss something with you. -What's up?

Remember Charly asked to see me?

What he told me has me very concerned.

What did he say?

He asked me to be discreet.

He said his dad is getting dialysis.

And he asked for a medical referral.

That's it? Nothing else?

-Isn't that enough? -Yes.

-His dad is on dialysis! It's an ordeal! -I know.

-His mind is elsewhere. -Poor guy.

Tarto will be furious.

Promise me you'll look after him.

With Tarto? Of course. Don't worry. What happened today won't affect him.

It was an accident.

-Okay. -We're a team.

Okay. Thank you for your loyalty.

Thanks for telling me. Poor Charly. I didn't know.

We can't allow rumors to spread,

especially not now.

I had to beg Ledezma to not escalate this at the Ministry of the Interior.

If this wasn't an electoral year,

I'd fucking fire all of you right now,

starting with the damn altar boy!

That's not fair, Alfredo.

It was a mechanical glitch. It…

It wasn't anybody's fault.

Plus, there's a very easy fix.

If you allow me to do a test run during the week

and also maybe some tests a few hours before the draw,

it won't happen again, okay?

-Sure. -Yes.

Tests? Dry runs?

Yes.

At least with those involved in the live broadcast.

We'd do it outside work hours

so it doesn't affect our job, right?

Yes.

Yes.

Okay, deal.

But I don't want to discuss it again.

I don't want any more trouble, okay?

Yes, sir.

So, let's continue your homework.

Hello!

-Hi, honey! -Look who's here!

-Hi! -How are you?

How is Auntie's cutest boy?

-Fine? -Fine.

Yes? I brought you a gift.

-What's up, Muñe? All's good? -Yes, Mona.

Thanks for coming.

-Hi. How are you? -Hi.

Okay, smile captain, I have to go to work.

But you'll stay with your favorite aunt playing whatever you want.

No, that's highly irregular.

Look, official, I was given overtime at work.

So what do you want me to do?

Look after your son, ma'am.

-Just that. -Excuse me?

It's just that she's a mom and she has to support her child, right?

Let's not exaggerate.

I brought you these chocolates to thank you for everything.

-Thanks. -And the angel behaves well with his aunt.

Do you know that everything I do,

I do in order to be with you?

So that we can be together forever, right?

More tickle-eating monster!

See you later.

See you later.

Muñeca.

-Do you have the keys? -Yes, here.

Are you sure of what you're doing?

Mona, you know that I have no choice, that it's the only thing I can do.

-Okay. -Take good care of him.

-Relax. Yes. -Let me know if anything happens.

Okay, have a good day.

You're gonna burn your pupils, man.

I'm perfecting the framing, idiot.

Okay, are we ready?

-We are. -Yes.

Let's simulate the live draw.

Charly?

We have fifty-four,

ten,

seven,

twenty-three…

forty… five?

-Forty-four? -Stop recording.

Sorry, it's very hard.

You see some numbers, and you call out different ones.

I'm not used to it. Can't we change the numbers?

How hard can it be?

The banner didn't appear on time, so shut up.

-It's not like it's an armored vault. -Exactly.

It's not hard to call out seven numbers, Lina, because you do it every week.

Right? Or upload a switch, because it's your job.

The problem is that we're not taking it seriously.

And if we don't do it perfectly in the short time we have,

we can forget about it.

Wouldn't it be easier

if we record the numbers a few days earlier

so Lina has more time to memorize them?

-No, it isn't easier. -Why?

Because we cannot fool each other.

What do you mean by that?

What he means is that he doesn't trust us.

-Oh, you don't? -No, I don't mean that.

No, he's afraid that if we know the numbers beforehand,

we can share them with someone and keep the prize.

I'm not afraid of anything, Charly.

It's insurance.

It's a way to avoid temptation.

We have to stop this nonsense and do our job.

Because if this doesn't work like clockwork, we're all going to prison.

Do you understand?

Let's take five and try again.

Come on, Lina.

What do you think, Dad?

It was so-so.

You're braking coming out of nine.

You really have to work on sector two.

Another lap?

No, let's go. Put it away. Thanks, guys!

Hey, Pepe.

Did you see that?

From zero to a hundred in less than five seconds.

Impressive, right?

Next season's winning car.

New design for me, rookie pilot.

It's gorgeous.

-Beautiful, right? -Yes, it is.

Too bad that the car doesn't make the pilot.

But you of all people should know that.

And a pilot without a car isn't a pilot.

You should also know that very well, right?

Tell me something honestly, José Luis.

Why do you keep your daughter's hopes up?

-Isn't that really shitty? -Look, asshole.

Watch what you say.

Just make sure this car goes fast

if you don't want me to humiliate you next season too.

And how will you do that, exactly?

-With my own team. -How so?

You're also limping with your head now.

-Dad, is everything okay? -What happened there?

Careful with your dad, Karen. He's going mad.

Make sure you don't lose it as well.

-Are you okay, Dad? -Yes, sweetie.

Can you take me along with Mom?

-Hi. Is my mom here? -Exhale.

Mom!

-Hi. -Hi, Karen. Good morning.

-Is everything okay? -Hi, Mom. Yes.

Please do point-and-flex for a minute.

To what do I owe this honor?

Can I have a quick word with you?

Yes. Did something happen? Didn't you train today?

-Yes, I was just there. -What is it then?

I don't want to spread gossip, but…

Stop it, sweetie. You're scaring me. Get to the point.

I think Dad isn't well.

Give me five minutes

and we'll talk.

-Okay? Don't leave. -Okay. I'll wait here.

Yes. Five.

Three…

seventeen…

eleven…

Oh, shit.

Come on, Lina.

Maybe it'd help you to think of something else, hmm?

Do you want to think about your son? You can think of Angel.

That's exactly the problem.

I cannot be thinking about my son right now.

I don't know what's wrong with me,

but I get anxious, I panic,

I forget the numbers, and I draw a blank.

I even get hiccups.

Sorry, I know they're just silly numbers,

but the other day, when I had to come to the rehearsal,

I had to leave him with my half sister.

And my stupid ex found out,

and now he wants to cancel my visiting hours.

I'm doing the best I can with the tools that I have.

I know, Lina.

And none of this is fair to you,

but just think that with the money you'll win,

you'll be able to take your son

far away, anywhere you want.

What worries me is that when I leave with my son,

that asshole will be looking for me.

That's why I have to take him far away from here.

Conejera,

I will need you to give me more money.

You should consider that I'm the face that is seen on air.

I'm the one who risks the most.

I think you'll have enough money, Lina.

But if you can't memorize seven numbers,

there will be nothing.

Charly?

We have number three,

followed by seventeen,

eleven,

twenty-three,

fifty,

forty-nine,

and the additional one,

eighteen.

Perfect.

Well done!

Perfect.

You did it. We did it.

Am I interrupting?

Katy, how are you?

I'm just stopping by because I'm nosy.

I was told you're taking overtime very seriously.

-You're paying them for it, right? -Yes.

Do you need anything? Do you want me to get you some coffee?

Yeah, sure. Are you going to bring them?

No, I'm running late for Pilates,

but I can ask Mr. Víctor.

That'll keep him awake.

Okay, thanks.

Let me know if you need anything. Bye.

-Thanks. -Thanks.

She's gone.

Wow, Lina!

Well done.

-When do we start, boss? -No.

There's no rush.

We still have to polish many details. It's the first time it comes out right.

Plus, we'll let the jackpot grow. It's about to surpass 150 million.

I'll figure out what to do with Katy and the auditor.

In one month, we'll be rich.

Imagine what we can do with that money!

We have to wait for some coffee, so…

let's do it again, right?

Come on.

Look, I think if we make all of this from pinewood,

and we think of a simple altar there and some small windows,

we'll stay within the budget.

I have a buddy who works aluminum.

Do you know…

what kind of wood was used to crucify our Lord?

-Pinewood. -Yes.

Damned stupid pinewood.

Romans used the cheapest wood

to crucify our Lord.

But, Charly, we're not Romans.

We are God's servants,

and because of that, we shall dignify Him.

We need the most expensive material.

Understood?

Yes. I'll get an estimate and come back in a few days.

Excuse me.

Pastor, don't get me wrong, but…

of course we want this to look very nice, but can we afford it?

Don't question your faith.

God put you on this path

and you have a mission to fulfill.

Remember the Book of Proverbs.

Give generously, and you'll be rich.

Be miserly, and you'll lose everything.

How will you respond to the Lord's calling?

Yes, I also want it to look very nice.

Just look at this, bro.

It's fucking paradise, eh?

Just look at this.

Look, we can easily put up ten rooms there, bro.

The spa will be there. Cool.

Right?

I don't know, bro. Honestly…

I thought it was more like a beach club,

like more exclusive or VIP.

-What? -Man, more like the Caribbean.

It's the future, man.

It's awesome. In five years, all this shit will be full of bikini-clad foreign babes.

Yes. You need vision, right, Tito?

Yes, man. Vision, man.

-So what, Tito? -What?

Are you telling those landowners that this is a done deal?

Hold on, cousin. Hold on.

First, what's up with the money you owe me?

We have to do the math, right?

We told you. We explained.

We have something big, solid, with lots of money. I swear.

If it's so big, it'll be enough to pay me what you owe me

and then close this deal, right?

Based on your plans,

and all that VIP shit, and all that stuff over there,

we'll need more money, man.

More money?

More money.

Charly.

I would have expected this from anybody but you.

-Sir-- -Isn't greed one of the seven deadly sins?

It's not greed, sir.

It's for the church.

It's the house of the Lord.

Well, the Lord should be content with five million, Charly.

That's what humility is about.

You were the one who said that you couldn't do this without me,

that I was essential.

Yes.

It's like Formula 1.

There's the pilot,

the head of the team,

and the mechanics.

They're all essential to win,

but they don't all charge the same.

Well, it's not fair.

I'll tell you what I told Lina.

It's five million.

That's it.

And you all agreed, so don't give me this shit now.

It's not shit, sir.

It's for the greater good.

You can't buy Heaven with money, Charly.

Have a good day.

Greed? Did he really say that?

Yes.

And that it's a sin, and since we're not equal,

we can't earn the same.

Son of a bitch!

What about him?

Is he keeping all the money?

Doesn't he understand that we have needs?

The risk, the commitment.

I told him.

He's taking advantage of us.

He's like Tarto.

Sure. We're outraged, but what the hell are we going to do?

I have an idea.

Charly, call Lina.

Pronósticos para la Asistencia Pública

invites you to a special draw for Melate's 30th anniversary.

My buddy's daughter looks very stupid.

Why don't you remove her?

No, I can't.

The mom insisted on seeing her princess on TV.

Could you use special effects

to make her look like she can play basketball?

I don't think so.

It's easier to find a different campaign for the kid.

How long have you been married?

You sound like a rookie.

You can never say "no" to a mom.

We look forward to seeing you at 8:00 p.m.

Isn't it awesome, man?

It gave me a flat belly in one week.

Come on. I'll give you a good price.

Hello, guys.

What's up?

We know you asked José Luis for more money and he refused.

What?

No.

José Luis is on a high horse, Lina.

He thought of the plan,

but he doesn't have to get so much money.

He's the one who risks the least.

He only has to sign. And he gets more than the rest?

Moreover,

if he's not careful,

we could do it without him.

Please.

Didn't you hear Charly? He signs the certificates.

And he'll sign them.

What do you mean?

Listen, Lina. It's very simple.

Because of the rehearsals, we can access the studios anytime.

We come in without the boss and do everything as usual.

Gil.

-Ready? -Ready.

We insert our fake recording in the system.

-Lina. -I'm ready.

And you learn those numbers.

On the day of the draw,

we go together to buy the tickets,

so nobody gets nervous.

Thirteen.

-Thirteen. -Fifteen.

-Fifteen. -Twenty-two.

-Twenty-nine. -Yes.

And in the afternoon,

we do the fake recording with that penny-pinching Conejera

as planned.

At the time of the live draw,

you call out our fake numbers, and we take care of the banner.

We have forty,

followed by two,

eight, one, five,

thirty-nine,

and the extra one,

thirteen.

That jackass will notice while we are live,

and he'll be screwed for being so cheap.

If he wants his share, he'll have to sign the certificates.

That way,

we decide how much each person gets.

No, I don't like it.

What you're planning is called betrayal.

No.

Think about your son.

That guy has a daughter too, right?

Imagine the life he'll give her with his share.

We're not screwing him.

And just for signing.

It's not fair.

Look, Lina.

What we're proposing is a more…

equitable distribution.

And if you think about it, José Luis is being unfair here.

In the end, out of us all,

you're the one who needs it the most because of your kid.

Okay?

Lina.

You startled me.

You almost killed me.

-Sorry. -What are you doing here?

I wanted to talk to you about…

your request.

What about it?

Okay, I'll do it.

You're the one who risks the most and who has the most to lose.

And you're the only single mom, and that's a responsibility.

Okay?

Yeah, I'm speechless.

Don't say anything.

I'll just ask you to be discreet.

With the others, okay? I wouldn't want them to…

Are you okay?

No…

No. Look, I can't do this.

I'll just blurt it out.

They're going to betray you.

-What? -They're going to betray you.

You're a bunch of scheming bastards.

I offer you a job. I give you the opportunity of a lifetime.

I put all my trust in you, and this is how you repay me?

By stabbing me in the back.

Sir, I don't know what's happening, but you can't badmouth me.

Badmouth?

Boss, we asked you nicely.

We told you about our needs, and you talked about your formulas.

-You didn't give us a choice. -Which needs, Mario?

Which needs can't you cover with 10,000,000 pesos, man?

Go to a fucking beach?

What will you do with all those millions?

That's my problem.

Let me remind you

that I designed all this.

I know you want to be the leader and have us obey gratefully,

but if you hadn't adopted that attitude, like Tarto,

it wouldn't have come to this.

Tarto?

Charly. Tarto.

Tarto is becoming rich with the work you all do.

Which is what I should do.

Okay, calm down, Conejera.

I think we can all come to an agreement,

but don't ditch the plan

because you know I need it to take my son far away.

Okay.

Then, agree to the original deal.

It's that or nothing.

And if you try to do something stupid, I'll ruin all of you.

You have one day to consider it.

And think it over carefully.

Because you've never received such a damn good opportunity

in your entire lives,

and you're too stupid to see it.

I don't know what you were thinking.

And why did you tell him?

I told you it wasn't a good idea. Now what the fuck are we going to do?

Conejera Racing Team.

That's why you didn't want to change jobs.

I can explain.

That's why you've been cooped up here for days.

I don't know what you're thinking.

José Luis.

Are you going to steal the prize?

No.

I'll win it.

Are you insane?

I am sick and tired

of assholes like Tarto filling up their pockets

while I bow my head.

I'm sick and tired of juniors like Legorreta being lucky.

Of wondering for years why we're not the lucky ones.

You said it yourself the other day.

That I had to take risks.

Right?

Why didn't you tell me before?

I didn't know how.

Tell me something.

Are you willing to risk everything for this crazy idea?

Yes.

I need to do it.

For myself.

And for us.

It's not even about the money.

Honey, it's--

Do me a favor.

Stop saying that nonsense about you going to win the prize.

And accept what we're about to do.

"We"?

I've always been your copilot, right?

Well…

Honey.

Baby.

Your idea is amazing.

I didn't know I was married to a criminal mastermind.

They can't miss this chance, and they can't do it without you.

They think they can.

Listen to me.

There's only one way to make this work.

You have to be fair.

You can't underestimate them the way Tarto underestimates you.

Good morning, Víctor.

Good morning, sir.

Are Charly and the others here already?

No, sir.

Tell them to come to my office when they arrive.

-Of course. -Thanks.

By the way, Mr. Tarto is expecting you in his office.

In his office?

-Yes. -Okay.

Thanks, Víctor.

Yes.

-Did you want to see me? -Yes, come in.

Gather your things, José Luis.

Party's over.

What?

We're going to be working on the presidential campaign.

The candidate wants me to run everything.

This is our chance, man.

Don't tell me you weren't fed up with all this.

-Fed up, yes. -There you go.

-But I'm thinking that… -What?

My Melate team.

What'll happen to them?

What happens when the government changes?

Some people come, others go. We'll take a few, starting with Linita.

-When's the transition? -In a few days.

-Days? -Yes.

Get everything ready. We're changing boats.

This one is too small.

EXECUTIVE MENU

The other day Charly asked me what I'd do with my share of the money,

and I didn't respond.

I was going to register a team.

I want my daughter to become the first female Formula 1 driver.

It might sound ridiculous.

But no more than, say…

covering a church with marble,

or building a hotel on the beach.

Or wanting to spend your whole life with your son, right?

Who has the right to judge other people's dreams?

Having said this, someone who's much smarter than me…

made me understand that for this to work…

the money needs to be shared fairly.

The jackpot is 160 million pesos.

If we buy a chip-in,

that's five tickets of 32 million each.

That means one ticket for Charly,

one for the brothers,

one for Lina,

and two for me.

Sounds good, right?

We have a problem.

Tarto joined the presidential campaign,

and he wants me to join him.

That means there'll be a new Melate team.

-What? -What the fuck?

-When? -In one or two weeks.

So?

-That means we have… -Two days.

We have two days to do it.

We'll do it on Sunday.

Are you ready?

Subtitle translation by María C. Delgado