- You got my message? - How long can you stay?
That's Freddy. He called 15 minutes ago.
Freddy?
I have stuff on Naomi, Korsky's girl.
She's a sort of escort girl,
often involved in shady business deals.
- Who does she work for? - Money.
And for Korsky.
She's been with him a month.
But she vanished this morning. Korsky's going frantic.
How do you know that?
I've always had good informers. Nerio loved that.
Take care, Largo.
Give Gauthier my love.
You know, I think I'll do the same as Nerio.
Get cremated.
It's silly but I imagine the wind carrying my ashes off.
I feel as if I'll be free then.
Whereas being cramped in a tiny box...
And do you think I'll still be free?
That depends on you, Largo.
He had it all worked out.
Even dead, he still decides.
Go to bed. Your room's ready for you.
"I've gone to Sarjevane. See you later."
The last monks left the island in 1908.
The perfect escape from the rat race.
We'll come here every year for a month.
I'll teach you your future business.
You should have heeded your instinct.
You knew someone was pulling the strings.
Someone who wanted you to fetch the shares
since you alone knew where they were hidden.
And now...
What do you plan to do?
Largo!
Hannah?
Hannah...
Hi, Largo.
Don't worry, I didn't recognize you either.
You see, I didn't set off to see the world.
I took over as doctor from my father.
Melina...
But I haven't ruled it out.
Turn over.
My cousin found you by the roadside.
It's a miracle you're alive with a wound like this.
I'm invincible.
There.
What happened?
I don't remember a thing.
I'm sorry.
He's going to call, I can tell.
No, Mister Kwan.
I have no idea where he can be.
Largo...
Thank you, Lord! Thank you!
Where are you?
In heaven.
You have to get me back, Freddy.
Aren't you too old to be brought home?
Do I come with you?
Let me handle it, Gauthier.
Odd place for a meeting.
I'd rather avoid the group's HQ.
I don't want to end up like Meyer.
Largo is alive. You missed him. But I can tell you where he is.
You're expected. No funny business.
Come in, Mr Kaplan.
Just fine-tuning tomorrow's speech. The surroundings help, don't you find?
I'm no expert on long speeches.
Don't judge me.
Appearances can be misleading.
I did it all for the group. Only for the group.
And if Marcus is to be believed,
you're in no position to preach at me.
Was killing Nerio in the group's interests?
He was sick and dying. You know that.
But you had him killed.
I had to keep control of timing.
I'd never leave the group in the hands of some wild adventurer like Largo.
You use strange methods...
The only person who can take over from Nerio Winch is me.
Maybe.
But you need to convince the meeting.
I have one last card to play that will win me the game.
So, Mr Kaplan,
where is our friend Largo?
He'll call me to say where to pick him up.
How much?
Much more than what your spy in Korsky's firm cost you.
- A figure. - Not a cent.
Mail me the plans for your attack on Korsk Inc.
In two weeks, if I carefully invest my savings,
you'll make me a rich man. A very rich man.
Insider trading...
Nerio must have rubbed off on you too.
This is what we'll do.
Stay at the hotel with Marcus.
In a few minutes, you'll receive
the plan for the Korsk takeover bid.
Then you'll just need to wait for Largo's call.
In a few hours, it will all be over.
Good night, Mr Kaplan.
Don't miss him this time.
Sure your friend will come?
Look.
I'll be back.
What for?
To see you.
Don't talk rubbish.
Go on. Off you go.
Icham!
Slit this bastard's throat!
Good to hear you, Largo.
I checked your mail. It was there.
My new pals loved it.
I'm coming back with them.
Good.
Where do I pick you up?
Ok. See you later.
The general meeting must accept the mysterious heir
or leave the door open to a takeover by Korsk Inc.
Not too tired from the flight, sir?
It's kind of you to pick me up.
The usual chauffeur took too many sleeping pills.
Sign. At the bottom, on the right.
A marriage contract?
An I.O. U.
The fare's pretty high.
It's my rate.
I think I forgot the child lock.
Marcus is here.
He'll pay to find you.
You won't do that.
You're really nothing but a...
Only guys like you can afford to despise money.
Pen?
There's a guy in the presidential suite.
Ferguson has planned everything.
When this young man called me yesterday, I was sceptical.
But I have to admit that his story seems perfectly credible.
Here's his orphanage file.
Largo's relationship with his adopted father
had become strained in recent years.
You know Largo is wanted for drug trafficking?
Yes, I was informed of that.
When he heard that Largo was on drugs and dealing,
Mr Winch decided to change his heir.
And he gave him these.
The shares in the Zunkunft Anstalt.
Are you crazy?!
Too late, Largo.
No, not yet.
Look at yourself.
And look at me.
Who's going to want you as the heir? Who?
This group,
this money,
they're mine.
As much as yours.
Deep down, you started it all.
You shouldn't have asked me to go with you that night.
I looked for your file for hours.
I knew it mattered to you.
I didn't find it.
But I came across something much more interesting for me.
When he first went there, Nerio Winczlav
left with two children.
Me...
And you, Largo.
He knew he'd come back for you one day, so he took two children.
Hannah and Josip couldn't have kids.
He gave them the gift of a child. Me.
And to you... he gave a destiny!
I don't believe in luck. I don't believe in coincidence.
I believe that each man holds his destiny in his hands.
He would have told me.
He always wanted to make all the decisions.
Your life. Mine. Hannah's.
I should never have found out.
But unfortunately I did.
I wanted Nerio to know he didn't control everything.
I went to see him.
I threatened to go public with it.
And he gave you money.
But he made a mistake.
He told Ferguson everything.
Ferguson found me
and she offered me much, much more money than he did.
On one condition.
That I head the group
and be content with the dividends.
You can understand why I accepted.
Did you accept Hannah's death too?
What are you talking about?
She'd dead, Goran.
They killed her.
Listen,
I'll grab his gun while you smash his head in.
What?
You heard me right! Do it!
It's nothing.
Everything's fine. Just fine.
I did it all for the group. Only for the group.
Was killing Nerio in the group's interests?
He was sick and dying. You know that.
But you had him killed.
I had to keep control of things.
When Nerio told me he had cancer,
he also told me about his heir. I asked about him.
I'd never leave the group
in the hands of some wild adventurer like Largo.
It was madness on Nerio's part. A whim.
In 6 months, Largo would have destroyed everything Nerio had built up.
This group that,
with all due modesty,
I consolidated with him.
I have the shares, as agreed.
Well done, Largo. You win.
But how will you use this?
Hands up!
- What's your name? - Danis Vlatkovic.
Hello, Danis.
You're on my territory!
I'm leaving.
Will you let me go?
Thank you.
How about you? What's your name?
Largo Winch!
Take care, Largo Winch!