Winning Ticket (Kaikki oikein)

Oh my God.

You left your cake behind. Thanks.

No problem. Look.

Every finger has a theme. All the great fashion icons.

Coco Chanel. Monroe. Dior. Madonna. Dolce Banana.

Gabbana, Lotta. It's Gabbana.

No problem. I'll take care of it.

Where has Fifi gone? It's everywhere here. We have wireless.

That's animal cruelty. Dogs can't eat chocolate. It was only smelling.

Here's the refugee.

No problem. But you have to buy a new cake.

Eevi, thank you. You are always so nice. Bye.

Bye. Come on, Fifi.

Typical Eevi's customers. She's the only one who can handle the grannies.

Hi. Hi. How can I help?

Massage. What name, please?

Virve Salonen.

It's cake. Not poop. But of course.

Do you have any free times? Right away.

Eevi, you can stay, can't you? No, I can't.

What was that all about? I don't feel too good. Must be a cold.

A cold? I feel my sinuses blocking.

I don't even hear that well.

OMG. Go home then. Don't make anyone else sick.

Yoga in the sun

Hello! Hey!

You! Madame! Read the magazines at home.

I wasn't reading this. You were.

Can't you feel it out a bit? That's what the cover is for.

No one comes to eat here and then decide, if he's going to buy or not.

That would be stealing. Are you calling me a thief?

I didn't say that. You meant that.

A poor, scruffy thief. Leaving fingerprints on your glossy mags.

As if I couldn't afford them. Well, do you?

Pardon? Can you afford them?

Something else?

Keep the change. Take something with this.

No. Take some gum. Get a lottery ticket.

WINNING TICKET

Thanks. Remember to stretch out.

We have the labor talks again in the company.

One would think that people want to decorate when times are tough.

Do you remember Virve from the school? Virve "Mean Girl" Salonen.

She came by today. What does she look like these days?

Still like liver sausage. Same mousy hair.

How can all the bitchiness in the world be packed in her?

She was really mean to you in the school.

Lucky you're a grownup now. You can look after yourself.

How's Piritta? She's good.

Think, she invited all the girls in her class to her birthday. Help!

There's a dozen of them. I forgot. Told you I won't be a good godmother.

You're not bad. You'll both come to the adult party?

OK. Bye. Bye.

Bye!

Kari and mac and cheese.

How's my little mouse pie?

Not a nice day. But had a workout with Hanna.

Did you remember the ketchup? Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't.

How was your day? In the instrument business?

I sold a five grand guitar to one managertype. A basic PALM.

"Played a little myself".

A bit like you. What do you mean?

You don't play much any more. At least not to me.

Haven't thought about that.

It'd be nice to go somewhere. Do something together.

We were in Bulgaria just then. It was 4 years ago.

Do you still love me? Maybe I do. Maybe I don't.

Oh.

What's this? A flower.

Thanks.

Eevis. I do.

I won't be long. Hi, dad. Take your time.

She's on a new medication.

Makes her blabber even more. So there you are.

How are things in here? Good. But there's one thing.

Well? Different animal groups are trying to cheat me.

Mommy. You're making things up. No, I'm not.

One quite large mole comes around all the time.

Have you been at the chair gym? Or anywhere at all? I have.

We swing like a king.

Who has dug this out? Your father's cleaning up the attic.

Made this for the primary masquerade. Trying to be Pippi Longstocking.

But all I was the official "Miss Eastern Bloc" of the school.

Good thing you have moved forward in your life.

Somehow I feel my life hasn't even begun yet.

Or, was that it? just be more positive.

I am. Looking forward to this evening.

Kari has a gig and I can watch TV all night. I see.

Here we go.

We will draw 7 numbers and 2 additional numbers.

Twentyone.

Eight. Thirtyseven.

Fourteen. Six.

Twelve. Fifteen.

Additional numbers:

Twentythree. Thirtyfive.

The winning row is:

6, 8,12,14

15, 21, 37.

If there's only one winning row

the jackpot will be... fifteen million euros!

Fifteen million...

Eevi!

She must be sleeping. Hi there!

Hi.

Jesus. Eevi. Are you sick?

Where's Kari? He's not answering my calls.

He can't when he's on stage.

He's outside carrying the equipment. Has something happened? No.

Everything's fine. Good.

Look what we found backstage.

A Mölkkygame!

How many? Three.

Right. Siru's turn.

Hell! Six! That evens the score. Reko, your turn.

I'll watch the lottery first. What would you do? If you'd win?

Take a long holiday.

We'd make a record. No more weddings, no more covers.

When you buy the ticket, it makes you think.

It could be you. Someone always wins.

Eevi. Oh my God.

Did you just piss yourself?

It happens when you have a cold.

Or a broken cartilage. Or something.

You never play lottery. This time, I did. And I had all the numbers.

All of them? I think so. At least, I circled them all.

Well, where is it? In a safe place. In the freezer.

Freezer! It's thermal paper! The cold destroys it!

After a waiting period of three weeks, you can collect your winnings.

Kari. Kari. Oh my God.

Is this a dream? Shh.

Eevi Puttonen.

Let's get married. We are already married.

Let's do it again.

This looks like a prison.

Natascha Kampuschstyle.

Pretty cute. Too sugary.

A gingerbread house. Hansel and Gretel.

Tennis and a rooftop jacuzzi.

Darling. Can you fix me my morning heroin?

And the pilot will fly us to Paris, to go shopping.

Eevi.

Why us? You and me?

Why not? I've been working for 15 years and can never afford anything.

I bought a ticket and I won.

Could've happened to anyone. Anyone at all.

So why not to me?

We could have a party. A big party. We could rent a manor house.

Or buy a new car. A SUV.

We could order catering. Drink real champagne. Or buy a summer house.

Don't want to lock myself in a cabin. We can buy a new home anywhere.

Even abroad. Let's at least take a holiday somewhere warm.

I don't have the patience right now.

Patience to do something fun? Go somewhere. Enjoy life.

What part can't you understand? We can do whatever we want.

We have to think carefully. How to proceed? Who to tell?

Hanna, at least. I don't want people to change their attitude towards us.

Why not? Our own attitude towards ourselves will change anyway.

Now you're naive, my dear nuthead. Keeping it secret is worse.

Let's keep a low profile. At least to start with.

In a SUV?

You can't stop me of buying some new clothes at least.

If this becomes public

we'll have a queue of people at our door with various wants and needs.

OK.

Let's keep a real low profile. But let's buy new track suits

from a thrift store and wear them at home. Or buy more lotto tickets.

Put 15 millions in a piggy bank and spend only when we win next time!

I'm trying to keep it under control. Not to screw up and lose it all.

First we have to wait for 3 weeks before we get the money.

Then you can do whatever you want. It was your ticket after all.

Of course we'll split the money. Share everything.

Just like we always have.

We're in this together.

So we are.

You and me.

Yes!

One more time, on behalf of the Gaming Company, congratulations.

We'd like to hear how you feel.

It must've been quite a bang for you.

It hasn't been easy. At least, not for me.

I feel a bit unreal, like I'm cheating everyone.

That'll get better with time. What are your plans now?

To go on with our lives. Like before. Except today we have a day off.

We're still the same Puttonen couple. Right.

But winning always means a little identity crisis.

Is that so? People are ready to invest a tiny sum every week.

Be able to dream. I guess it's the money they want.

Dreams often stay as dreams. But what happens when they come true?

Cheese! Freeze.

Can't see the face now.

The balance of your account

We are just an ordinary family. Ownership belongs to everyone.

You are on our side, aren't you? Never leave your pal.

Money needs to be somewhere safe. From ourselves.

If the money runs out and I go back to square one, I'll hang myself.

It won't. We'll make the money grow.

A dispersed stock portfolio. Innovative private equity funds.

I want to invest in somewhere concrete.

Let him finish.