Largo Winch Page #2

but, Lord, it's so exhilarating!"

Gentlemen, be excellent!

Your parents have chosen Valmont to make you...

A real fairy tale.

Nobody knew about it?

Not even you?

Nerio's caution was legendary, as you know.

I found out last night,

when Jacques Wallenberg called me,

the swiss lawer.

He is Nerio's executor.

I'm sure you'll agree that

an inheritance of twenty billion dollars...

is enougn to insight envy.

In fact, the young man isn't even called Winch

but Winczlav, Nerio's real name.

So can we meet this heir?

(Sao Jose Prison Mato Grosso State Brazil)

Freeze!

My passport! Quick!

- Mr Winczlav! You are... - Passport!

Freeze, I said!

Largo?

Freddy?

Hello, Largo.

You are free, Mr Winczlav!

I didn't ask for your help.

- How would you manage? - I have my own way.

They went that way!

Move it!

Find them!

Find them!

It's my car.

I have my own way.

Drive!

What are you doing?

I have my own way, ok!

I don't like your own way.

It's a while since I saw you.

Three years.

I've changed. I've learned stuff.

Such as?

Stuff Swiss schools don't teach.

I really don't like your own way.

- Well, you haven't changed.

- I consider that a compliment.

Never happy, huh?

Look out!

My foot's trapped!

Don't stay here, Largo!

Get out!

Shut up!

Thanks.

Tell Nerio, I'm too old to be brought home.

Your father's dead, Largo.

The Group's spokesman has admitted that

Nerio Winch had been suffering from

a brain tumor for the last few months

Mister Winch...

Come in.

In the name of this hospital and as its director,

I would like to express my sincere condolences.

Before you father's cremation.

I took the liberty of conducting a second,

more detailed post mortem.

Being that you are the only member of his family,

I'll give you the sole copy of the report.

It's up to you,

if you choose to make it public or not.

I had the honour of knowing your father,

he was an exceptional man and... a generous donor.

You expect people to pity you?

Not when you inherit 20 billion!

Don't you get it?

I don't want the inheritance.

Get this straight, Largo.

The destiny that awaits you

takes precedence.

I don't want to become like you.

You scare people. They hate you.

That's why you're alone.

Loneliness is the price of power.

And I'm not entirely alone.

I have you:
you're my son.

I can pass things on. That matters.

Money. Always money...

That's not what I meant.

You see this knife?

It's worth just a few dollars...

Yet it's my most precious belonging.

My father drank like a fish.

He used to beat my mother and me.

Nearly every evening.

When I was 13,

I worked in secret for the village grocer.

After a few months,

I could buy the thing I dreamed of.

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