Leo, a caretaker at an animal rescue shelter, comes home and finds his gold-digging ex-girlfriend rolling around with a crooked lawyer. The lawyer puts his arm around her and sneers, "I'll tear down your shelter on Monday, and tonight I'm sleeping with your woman—you dog, go back to your doghouse." Kicked out, Leo rescues a stray dog that had been hit by their sports car. From the dog’s mouth falls a blood-stained lottery ticket—a five-hundred-million-dollar jackpot. Leo doesn't reveal himself. Instead, he sets up an anonymous trust, keeps wearing his dog-hair-covered work clothes, and smiles as his ex-girlfriend buys herself jewelry with his money and the lawyer burns cash on his properties. When they grind his back with their heels and bulldoze his home—a hidden camera on his chest records everything. At the groundbreaking gala, Leo, dressed in a suit, walks through the door with that dog at his side. "My name is Leo Miller. Every penny you've spent is mine." His ex-girlfriend kneels and begs him to take her back? "You don't deserve it."
