Millionaires for One Day (Millionnaires d'un jour)

MILLIONAIRES FOR ONE DAY

Let's see, the case of Jules Flamand versus Philippe Dubreuil.

Dubreuil, you are charged with breach of trust...

by Mr. Jules Flamand and for causing moral damage and

harm he suffered due to the major newspaper "Reflay du Monde".

Mr. Dubreuil, what do you have to say?

Mr. President...

I assure you that... actually... I am also a victim...

And above all a sacrifice of love.

It happened like this: as a journalist for the newspaper "Reflay du Monde",

one evening I stayed late in one of the printing offices.

I worked as hard as usual at that time and

was thinking of a very elegant article.

A young editor, Sylvia, whom I was in love with...

entered and abruptly interrupted my thoughts.

Come in! Oh! I... am working.

Criminal cases do not inspire you! - Unfortunately...

Let's be serious. I just came from the National Lottery.

Here are my notes and a list of the winning numbers.

Can you rewrite it all? - Of course.

I'm in a hurry. - You help me!

And I thought you came back for me...

Fool! - You know how to say touching words...

Goodbye! - Goodbye...

When she left, I looked at the list of winning numbers.

That day I had only bought a tenth ticket,

and the number I saw at the top of the list

the one that won the grand prize, looked very similar to mine.

I checked my ticket and felt my heart freeze.

My tenth ticket had 022-056.

Unfortunately, the winner had 022-059.

Depressed and discouraged, I began copying the list.

I thought: if that fatal digit were reversed,

then my whole life would have changed,

and my life would have probably

also brought me a lot of luck.

I dreamed... and I dreamed about it

and still made a list with...

my ticket number for the grand prize.

And I took the list to the printer for publication in the morning paper.

The next morning, when I noticed my mistake,

it was already too late and I could not change anything.

In some way, you misled people,

and that was foolish.

Whether frivolous or not, sacrifices were made!

Tickets were sold and several people were deceived.

Have you thought of the consequences, young man?

The first consequence I can show you, Mr. President.

Mrs. Sylvia Dubreuil is my wife.

The charming editor I told you about.

Second consequence. Mr. Jules Flamand fired me, as I expected.

Enough!

We will now hear the witnesses.

The victims!

Call the first witness!

Mr. Antoine Bergas.

Mr. Antoine Bergas?

It's me. - Follow me!

But how... and I... - Not now!

Hello, honest business!

Silence!

Why is the second witness entering?

Send him away!

Mr. Judge, this is my friend. We are always together.

Go over there. - Should I go to the counter?

To the stand! This is not a bistro.

That is a pity... - Your hat.

State your name, surname and profession!

Bergas, Antoine-Fernand-Hippolyte.

Profession. - Which...

Do you have more than one?

Oh yes, depending on the season...

And also by inspiration... understand, President?

Call me "Mr. President".

All right, Mr. President.

It is pointless. Do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

Raise your hand and swear. - All right... Oh, sorry!

I swear.

I am listening. - But I said nothing.

Well, say it then! - What?

What do you know? - I am innocent.

You are not accused, only a witness. - I saw nothing, I wasn't there!

But you drank?

Well, yes.

Imagine, today is Jules' name day.

And Julot, he is a river warden... Well, you understand.

A party is a party.

Yes, but that's not why you're here.

You are a complainant against Mr. Jules Flamand.

Another Jules? - Bravo.

Congratulations, Jules.

Enough, enough! - That is not the point.

Do you remember the protest letter you wrote me?

With your sailor friend, six months ago.

You? I don't know you.

Well, in my newspaper... "Reflet du Monde".

That lottery story? - That's it.

So you called me for this fate.

Mr. Chairman, I think we can save time.

If we call the next client right away.

Maybe... Call the next witness!

Hey, sailor!

Come to the counter!

Oh, sailor - to the rack, like to the helm.

Hey Jules, you know this place?

No joking, please!

Oh, Mr. Chairman, I thought you did it on purpose for fun!

That's enough, sit down!

No, no, no, not together!

You sit, and the sailor stays at the counter.

I hope it goes faster now.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth? Raise your hand and swear it.

Klya... Klya... - Are you stuttering?

Oh, no.

All the better.

It's just nerves, Mr. Chairman.

Yes, and he's shy. And out of fear he just can't speak.

This... this... He, this... like...

Okay, back behind the counter!

What were you thinking?

He won't eat you!

See, Mr. Chairman, how anxious he is?

And yet... - What is it?

Nothing... nothing...

My patience is running out! Will you tell me your story or not?

Funny guys!

Well, I'm listening.

So, Mr. Chairman...

At that moment I was busy opening the doors...

I worked in fancy neighborhoods...

Hey, you there!

What, me!

Hello, honest business!

What, not a cent? Hoping for someone's charity?

Well, there's nothing yet...

Hey, how about another glass of rum?

How much would I owe you then?

You've had enough.

Enough drinking, enough drinking. How else can I forget this dog's life?

Pour some rum... I'm thirsty.

Old man, tell him to pour!

It's not good to drink like this.

What will you do with your liver, huh.

My liver is none of your business.

Give me a little rum, man. - No, I told you.

Maybe I'll commit suicide tonight!

And you refuse the last glass for my suicide.

I've heard this before. Do you take me for a fool?

Are you going to commit suicide?

I've been doing that for a whole year.

I kill myself in secret if I drink all kinds of trash here...

Go end yourself somewhere else.

Don't talk to me like that! With a customer like me...

I demand an apology!

Well... like this... yes...

If you do this to me... I will really commit suicide...

Are you really going to hurt yourself? - Uh, huh...

Very good! - Why?

I'm tired of opening these doors...

Life is still beautiful...

And you dare discuss it with a neurasthenic?

Who's that neurasthenic? You? - Yes, sir.

I'm a neurotic. Why would that suddenly be?

So you think life is beautiful?

Yes, very much so.

Then why are you drunk? - Today is Saturday!

Today is not Saturday, it's Sunday.

Already? Wow...

And you drink alone, completely alone? - Yes.

What, are you crazy? - Why?

Because it's bad to get drunk alone! You poison yourself?

I like you.

So can you buy me a glass of rum?

You're a true friend?

Yes, me?

Come on, boss! Two small rums, full, okay?

What do you do when you don't drink?

I'm a sailor.

You've seen many countries... - Of course.

From Paris to Rouen, there are no secrets for me in France.

I'm a river worker...

Well, to the health of the river workers. To the river workers.

I transport bricks. - Bricks?

In general, life is wonderful! - You amaze me with your optimism!

Why? - Yes, because I've never had luck.

So make a decision, gentlemen. Test your luck!

I don't even win the lottery!

Do you often buy tickets? - Never.

Good... - It's terrible, yes!

To win the lottery you must buy a ticket.

To buy a ticket you need money!

So make a decision, gentlemen!

Come on, no jokes!

We'll each buy one!

Sorry, mate, I forgot to go to the bank.

Never mind, I'll pay.

Make your choice, gentlemen. Make your choice, here are the winning tickets.

You better buy some rum for me!