This is him.
Largo!
What are you doing, son?
And him?
Josip!
What are you doing here?
You're not happy to see me?
- Hello, Freddy. - Hello.
Why didn't you say you were coming?
I've always liked surprises.
I'd like you to do something for me.
Something important.
(Mato Grosso State Brazil)
Let go of me!
Let go!
Give her a kiss!
She's a tough one.
Let go, you fat pig!
Let go of me!
- Let go! - Hi.
Don't take it personally but I don't think you're her type.
Hey, fat pig!
I could've managed alone.
You want to manage alone?
- You know these guys? - A private militia.
They must know I work for an NGO. They hate us.
Back up!
Is it fine here?
Perfect.
I couldn't have managed alone.
Largo.
Lea.
I really like it.
What?
Your name.
I really like your name.
The militia are paid by multinationals.
They watch over the workers,
poor guys, dragged from their villages.
They're treated like slaves.
And the police?
They're all corrupt.
To the very core.
Well,
as my communist granddad always said, money buys everything.
And what are you doing in this backwater?
Wandering around.
Where are you from?
Where are you from with that odd name?
It's a long story.
This is Alexandre Meyer! I must speak with him immediatly...
Do you know what time it is?
Yes, I know what time it is! It's urgent!
Mister Kosrsky...
What's wrong?
Nerio Winch died last night...
I think they're waiting for Tokyo to close before announcing it.
In that case there is no time to lose.
Run, Largo! Run!
Largo!
Goran!
Stop it, Dad!
Goran, open the door!
Where's Largo vanished to?
This old dog knows all the tricks.
I don't know him.
Hannah and I never lied to you.
We just wanted this to happen later. As late as possible.
You don't love me.
Never say that again!
We've raised you as our own son.
As long as there's breath in this body, you can count on me.
Largo, your real father is him.
Hello, Largo.
You understand why I wanted you to grow up here far from the city.
I'm the one who introduced Hannah to Josip.
He came to see me in Switzerland.
She was a waitress in the bar downstairs.
I know all that.
You know all that...
It's time to prepare for the role that awaits you.
What role?
Later, my boy, later...
What if I refuse?
I remember that one of my old teachers used to say,
"The road to excellence is gruelling
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!
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.
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.
When he tried again,
I threatened to kill him if he didn't let us leave.
For the first time, he was scared of me.
He could see I was serious,
that I'd do as I said.
There's what life gives you...
...and what you do with it!
Those are the two forces
that make you what you are.
Here.
It's yours.
Hello, sir.
Forgive this informal awakening. You were deaf to my verbal endeavours.
And you are?
Gauthier, sir. Your late father's butler.
Please accept my condolences, sir.
Mr Freddy dropped you off.
You seemed very tired indeed.
The journey, no doubt.
The alcohol, Gauthier.
The alcohol.
I took the liberty to clean your clothes.
Yet I'm afraid your undershirt is beyond redemption.
I should have warned you.
There's a slight swell today.
When he moved to Hong Kong, your father settled on this yacht.
I think he liked the view.
I'm not surprised.
Already an invitation for you, sir.
Mr Korsky requests your presence for lunch at "Amber".
Korsky?
Mikhail Korsky, 42, from Georgia,
head of the Korsk Corporation. Rich from gunrunning.
However, for some years now, he has moved into more worthy fields.
Real estate, banking...
No one knows his exact worth but everyone agrees it's colossal.
Three years ago, someone attempted to poison Mr Korsky...
Gauthier...
...and left him marked for life.
Are you always so precise?
I trained at the Regent Street Gentlemen's School, sir.
My god! He got shot!
Icham
Let him go
Very good, madam.
That was a quick lunch.
Ever since I was in jail, I've lost my appetite.
You were in jail?
A very pretty girl put me there.
She vanished after a very pleasant night.
But left a souvenir in my pocket.
What do you know about her?
Nothing.
Well, I remember one particular thing.
A beauty mark on her buttock, the left one I think.
Or the right. I'm not sure.
I'll get another masseur.
Take your clothes off. Lie down. I'll be back in two minutes.
Your car is ready.
Find out all you can about her, Freddy.
After she got me arrested,
this girl told a friend where to find me.
Perhaps she fell madly in love with you.
Or letting your friend know was part of the trap.
What trap?
You'll find out sooner or later.
(Republic of Croatia)
(3 years earlier)
See, they haven't changed a thing.
Not defending yourself, soldier?
- When do you finish? - In six months.
But I'll sign on for longer.
That was my last year here.
And... the photos at Vlatko's party?
- In the green album, I think. - I'll get it.
He won't say where he adopted me.
Was this the place?
I have the right to know, Hannah.
I'm categorical. Adopted children have no legal access to their files.
Listen,
I've come a long way.
Do me a favour, let me take a look.
It's important for me.
The law is the law. I didn't make it.
Hands up, bastard!
What are you doing here?
I hesitated about posting bail for you.
I think I pitied you.
Thanks for everything.
Well?
I have good news and bad news.
- The bad? - The good first.
I spent the night there and got into the archives.
I looked everywhere.
I searched the whole place.
But your file wasn't there.
It must be someplace else.
I asked. All the files are there.
I'm sorry, Largo.
I'll be back with the shares in 24 hours.
You'll appreciate the irony of this, Largo.
The impostor is suddenly our saviour.
A little too simple.
You won't say where you're going?
You like secrets. Like your father.
I spent 20 years at his side without even suspecting your existence.
(3 years earlier)
For how long?
Two years minimum. Renewable.
Let me through.
Excuse me a second.
Carry on.
I'm listening.
My orphanage file. I want it.
I don't know what you mean.
I went there. I went to the orphanage.
- Who told you? - Forget that. I went there.
My file's the only one missing.
You should have told me.
You don't go behind my back.
You never told me anything!
You're a Winch, Largo.
You're my son.
Nothing else matters.
The past belongs to the past. What matters...
is your future!
That file is the only thing that really belongs to me.
It's mine.
It's my history.
So you'll give it back to me.
Who do you think you are?
I want my file.
- I don't have it. - Liar!
Don't insult your father.
You're not my father.
That's not for you to decide.
Give me that file back.
I burned it.
Find yourself another heir.
(Republic of Croatia)
Josip would never let you listen to that.