Lucky Winners (Heureux Gagnants)

My fingers raw from Gibson strings

I stayed too long on Tobacco Road

My only echo is from the speakers

When I split,

I cheat the system to travel

Cotton fields in my memories

Three blues notes make a little black love

If I'm too rushed

It's the beginning of another story...

Finally!

Why look so grim? Enjoy the holiday.

It's c-c-crap having to g-g-go to G-G-Grannie's.

Your speech therapist taught you that?

He's right.

It's crap going there. Why can't we do cool stuff?

Morgane's off to Thailand.

Your dad does the best he can.

Where are you going?

I set the satnav to take country roads.

We'll see some scenery.

And avoid any tolls.

I don't believe it...

Honk, we'll be here all night!

He won't react well.

Could you move, please?

We have kids with us.

Just to help us out.

I told you so.

Insist. The guy's sick.

Yeah, but...

C'mon, Paul, insist.

Who does he think he is?

Go on.

Got a problem?

No, it's my wife, she...

I'm hot!

I'm hot!

I know.

What's all this?

They're lottery tickets.

But you told me to stop.

So dump them. This car's like a trash can.

Put this in the plastic bag, Maïa.

We're B-R-O-K-E, remember?

He stammers, he's not stupid.

She's joking.

You asked for overtime?

Of course.

- Sure. - It'll happen. Trust me.

Like that works!

- I think we won. - Maïa, don't interrupt.

One ticket has all the numbers.

It's true, look.

Is it the same date?

Yes, the May 18th draw. You see?

- The same date. - You didn't check?

I was stock-taking...

Shit...

What?

- Holy shit! - What?

- How much? - What is it?

- Five million. - What?

- Five million... - Five?

- No way! - Five million!

Five million!

I don't believe it!

What did I say, kids? Life is unfair

and tough, but if you hold on,

if you're brave and honest, heaven rewards you.

We'll get the life we deserve!

With five million!

I love you, Paul!

I love you so much.

We're not g-g-going to Grannie's?

Screw Grannie!

But you said she'll d-d-die soon.

We'll buy her a nice coffin.

Let's go to Thailand!

Thailand is for hicks.

We'll go to the Maldives, business class.

Tell Morgane's dad.

Hold on a second.

- Isn't there a deadline? - What?

There must be a deadline to claim the jackpot.

60 days.

What's the date?

July 17th.

July 17th, 60 days...

May 18th...

July 17th. Check.

Today.

- It's today! - Shit...

- Is there a number to call? - Hold on...

There!

Come on...

National Lottery...

We have the winning ticket!

For which draw?

- May 18th. - The Ascension Day Super Jackpot!

- Hello? - The winner hasn't come forward.

Of course not! It's us.

Can I have the code?

- Five million! - No, the code...

12 - 404 - 22 - 41.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Thank you!

You have until today to claim your win.

- What? - That's what we're doing.

Go to one of our centres, with the ticket.

Shit... And is there one in Marseille?

Indeed there is. At 15, Rue Edgar Bichat.

We're on our way.

Hurry, it closes at 7 PM.

Tell them we're coming, but it could be tight.

Sorry, but at 7 PM, 60 days after the draw,

your win is transferred to the next jackpot.

15, Rue Edgar Bichat.

Arrival at 7:01 PM.

Shit...

- Move your ass! - Move it!

- Come on! - Move!

Hold on. Got any cash?

- You? - I don't get pocket money!

- Your phone. - What?

Gimme your phone!

Go for it, hon.

- Take this. - No.

It's the new model. I'll show you my tits.

Drive!

Turn here!

Turn right! No, left!

That street.

Maïa, clam up.

I do the guiding.

- That way. - Faster!

- C'mon, Dad! - C'mon!

- Drive! - I know, Maïa!

I'm doing my best.

Do better.

I'm not Lewis Hamilton!

There, that one!

- No, the other side! - Return to route.

Faster! Hurry!

Move!

Return to route.

Arrival at 7:05 PM.

- Dad, five million! - Go on, drive!

Watch out!

We can do it!

Look out!

Change of route.

Arrival at 7:02 PM.

Ok, we're good. Watch out!

Outta the way!

Arrival at 7:00 PM.

Look out!

Start!

C'mon, start!

Arrival at 7:04 PM.

What matters is we're safe.

- Ok, kids? - We're ok.

- That's not what matters. - It is.

The detours to save two euros in tolls...

Holidays at your mum's cause we're broke, that matters too.

We got lucky for once, Paul.

Really lucky. 5 million damn euros!

To have enough at last.

To stop counting every cent.

To stop buying second-hand,

in sales or on lease.

We could have slept easy,

without worrying how to pay the rent if we lose our jobs

and all end up homeless!

The answer wasn't rocket science

or working overtime for 50 years.

All you had to do

was check a lottery ticket

in two months.

And you couldn't even do that.

I forget the last time I was proud of you.

Get out of the car, please.

Come on.

Hands on the hood.

Spread your legs.

Freeze!

Don't move.

- What are you doing? - I'm doing.

I'm doing. Drop the gun!

- Drop it! - Calm down.

Arrival at 7:06 PM.

- Drive! - To go where?

Rue Edgar Bichat. Go!

Paul!

Turn right!

C'mon! Left now.

- It's pedestrian! - Shut up!

Outta the way!

C'mon, move!

To the right!