Largo Winch II

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THREE YEARS EARLIER

I've found him, Mr. Winch.

In the heart of the Burmese

jungle.

In a Karen village.

Largo has been living there

for three months.

He met her

when illegally crossing

the Thai-Burmese border.

She took him to her village,

wounded, and he never left.

Go back there.

And keep your eye on him.

What if he never comes home?

Don't be absurd, Freddy.

He'll have to come

out of hiding one day.

Whether he likes it or not,

Largo is my heir.

THREE YEARS LATER

Oh my God! Oh my God!

AUTONOMOUS REPUBLIC

OF BASHKORTOSTAN

"GPS:
Find airport."

You humiliated Nazatchov

before the press!

He'll never forgive you.

Find that son-of-a-b*tch

Winch for me!

And the journalist b*tch, too!

Why did you need to save her?

Would you rather I'd been

killed?

"Find the airport!"

Forgive me, my Cyrillic is

rusty!

I'll do it.

I don't want to die here!

I have a wife! Four children!

A career!

I went to Harvard!

I'm a practicing Presbyterian!

GPS calculating route.

Turn left.

I think you're right,

Nazatchov is a bit cross.

It's your fault! You baited Nazatchov

with your questions!

I was doing my job as a

journalist!

- GPS re-calculating route.

- I have a job too, missy!

I manage a group

with 392,000 employees!

Nazatchov exploits and traffics!

Either we sign with Nazatchov

or we lay off...

Keep to the left.

Turn right in 600 feet.

- Holy sh*t!

- Hang on tight.

- Make U-turn in 300 feet.

- What are you doing?

Make U-turn when possible.

Your jet is surrounded by

police.

Forget the airport.

Nazatchov will never let us

leave alive.

He runs the entire country!

- And that's alright with you?

- Shut up, would you!

I know a mercenary, he'll save

us.

Lazarevic.

An expert in crisis situations.

Very costly but highly

efficient...

You Bosnians are too

sentimental!

Beware of clichs,

they sometimes end in massacres!

LAKE GENEVA, SWITZERLAND

- Hello.

- Good day, sir.

- I'm here for Mr. Jung.

- He's waiting for you.

Tell him to come in.

Thank you for receiving me.

At last I meet you.

- Mr. Jung, it's time for your shot.

- Later.

Later, I said.

She's always on my back.

You'd think she was in love!

Come here.

Look at this.

This photo was taken here.

Handsome, weren't we?

You were my father's only

friend...

His oldest, there's no doubt.

This photo

dates back to October 1947.

He was fresh from Yugoslavia

with his mother.

They lived here, in the attic

rooms.

Your grandmother worked

for my parents until she died.

My grandmother?

Nerio's mother.

Your grandmother, Largo!

I was one of the only people

who knew of your existence.

Nerio often complained to me

about you running away.

About your lack of gratitude

towards him...

It's true,

father and son relations

are complex.

Nerio didn't want a son.

He wanted an heir.

He left me no choice.

But the fortune he left me...

I'll use it my way.

I read your letter.

Your project is fabulous.

As former Red Cross President,

I can only encourage you, but...

- But?

The men who run this world

all have humanitarian foundations.

That's nothing new.

The rich give to the poor,

but only a little.

Very little.

Putting your entire fortune

at the service of humanitarian causes

will upset the established order.

- Good.

And you will create many

enemies. Very many enemies.

And very powerful ones.

"A man with no enemies

is no man at all."

Bosnian proverb.

Don't make light of my words.

Mr. Jung?

The needle...

The needle!

I'm happy to have met you.

You'll be all right.

My wife died of cancer ten years

ago.

My only son died in an accident

when he'd just turned thirty.

No one needs me anymore.

I need you.

The financial world has been

rocked!

Nerio Winch's heir will...

An ambitious project...

You've given me a reason to

live.

The captain informs us

that we've left territorial waters.

Thank you, Gauthier.

I'll open the champagne, sir!

For the occasion, I've chilled

a bottle of Grand Sicle 1981 ,

which was given to your father

by Mikhail Gorbachev at the opening

of the Minsk paper factory.

Of course, in this overcast

weather,

ros champagne

might be more appropriate.

I have a Laurent Perrier 2003...

- Gauthier! Anything you want.

Very well, sir.

Shall we?

Have a seat.

No regrets, Largo?

This agreement is irrevocable.

Your access to W Group accounts

will be frozen as soon as you sign.

Prior to the final sale,

you'll be a poor man again.

It's a classic contract.

Kromberg Partners guarantees you

a buyer within two months.

Moreover, the sales price is

indexed

on your stock value,

on the day of the sale.

If the sale took place today,

that would come to

approximately 53 billion, Mr. Winch.

That's all?

Should your value rise,

you could hope for a bit more...

- I jest, Mr. Beaumont.

Please initial the pages and

sign.

Why are we

signing the contract at sea?

It allows us to sign the

agreement

as if we were in the Swiss offices

of Kromberg Partners.

With full Swiss tax advantages.

And a signature...

Deputy Prosecutor Francken

wishes to question you Mr. Winch.

She could've called my office

for an appointment.

Knowing her,

she's in your office right now.

Open this door, Mr. Winch.

It's Freddy Kaplan's cabin.

Only he has the key.

- I told him.

- Must I break in?

Do what you want, only do it

fast.

Oh my God!

Freddy!

Death by strangulation.

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