Largo Winch II Page #3

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those mines will pay off.

I couldn't!

I figured your dad

had greased a few palms

to get the mining concession.

But what he didn't know,

was that civilians

would be massacred in exchange.

Hello. It's me.

I talked to Nerio Winch.

He refuses to pay.

You've got to talk to him.

Go see him.

Then he said we had to escape.

Fast.

I was free to move about,

so I left the camp to wait for

him.

Let go of me, sh*t!

Let go of me!

An hour later, l hit the road.

I picked up some wounded.

You know the rest.

Your father wasn't responsible

for the massacre.

What was the guy's name?

Thomas. Yeah, Thomas.

You don't remember his last

name?

I never knew it.

Why would l have?

Gauthier?

Meet me downstairs.

Mommy!

Mommy, where are you?

Where are you, Mommy?

Come on, let's get dressed.

I want Mommy to dress me.

We have to leave.

Mommy?

Mommy had to go.

You've never seen a kid?

Let's go.

Where's Mommy?

Mommy isn't coming back, Noom.

Mommy is dead.

She's gone forever.

But she's watching over you.

And she'll always love you.

What'll you do now?

You can't let that scoundrel

Nazatchov win.

That swine!

That son-of-a...

- I beg your pardon.

- I don't care about Nazatchov.

Hang on, isn't it his fault

the kid's mother died?

You can't leave your group

in his hands.

Think of what he'd

do with such power.

You have a responsibility.

He won, Gauthier.

I signed a sales agreement, he paid.

There's no turning back.

Do you know the legend of

Pandora?

Zeus gave Epimetheus a gift:

Pandora, the first woman on Earth.

She possessed a box,

which Zeus forbade her to open,

but one day,

her curiosity got the best of her.

And she opened the lid.

The evils of humanity

escaped and flooded the Earth:

old age, disease,

deceit and insanity...

Terrified,

Pandora quickly shut the box.

Fortunately...

for it was not entirely empty.

One precious little thing

remained at the bottom of the box:

Hope.

And from that day onward,

though Man might be stricken

by great misfortune,

deep inside, there always remains

a glimmer of hope.

You cannot lose hope, sir.

Not as long as you're alive.

- What is your password?

- Pandora.

I would like

to make a 7-dollar transfer.

Seven dollars? Four plus three?

That's correct.

What is the destination account?

I'm leaving for Geneva,

I'll be there for the sale.

So what exactly is your plan?

You have the sign?

What do you mean you

"didn't finish pilot training"?

My teacher died suddenly.

An accident?

Murder.

Strangled by that guy there.

Anything I can do?

Yes.

Stop fidgeting.

You have to eat.

You're not hungry?

Sh*t, they're scary

even when they're asleep.

Sh*t, you scare me too.

Geneva tower,

Winch Air Quebec Zulu.

Radar guidance on Runway 3G.

We're beginning our descent.

If you only knew

how happy this makes me.

I'll kill you, you

son-of-a-b*tch!

Take over the controls.

Hang on tight!

You alright?

No problem.

Where are you?

Yes, of course.

I'll send my driver.

Where exactly are you?

Hello. Passports, please.

You always travel armed like

this?

The nurse will be right down.

Alexandre Jung. Welcome.

Simon Ovronnaz.

- Mr. Winch refused to come with us.

- He wanted to see the prosecutor.

And you let him?

That's insane!

You don't realize,

the woman is dangerous.

Get in!

I was worried.

No need.

I'll explain everything to Francken.

Nazatchov is a fool. How could he

mastermind such a scheme?

Even fools have strokes of

genius.

Perhaps.

But how did he know

what happened in Burma

three years ago?

He had an informer,

someone inside the group.

I'll come with you.

You're an angel.

My leg barely hurts anymore.

One last drop?

Thanks.

What if Nazatchov were simply

the financier of the operation?

What if someone else

were hiding behind him?

To dream up a plot like that,

you need motivation

that goes beyond the lure of gain.

You need a raging desire

to humiliate,

to utterly destroy

and bring down a reputation,

a name,

an empire...

Money alone

cannot be the driving force.

This was...

vengeance.

Hatred.

My son was a lobbyist for Nerio.

Thomas...

Thomas Jung.

He used my personal contacts

to help the W Group

win new markets

and concessions.

Nerio never balked at paying

bribes.

That's what "Pandora" was for.

Each time he won a contract,

Nerio paid my son Thomas

a commission.

But all that money went to his

head.

He wanted more and more.

When I saw you for the first

time,

so young, so handsome and rich,

so completely alive...

I was approaching death,

but you gave me a reason to

live...

Vengeance!

Nazatchov is an idiot.

He merely obeys and pays.

Tonight,

you shall kill Prosecutor

Francken.

The only person

who can prove your innocence.

Give him another shot.

There are more vials in the car.

Do what I tell you!

Sugar...

Here.

Call the police, fast!

Alexandre!

Don't do it!

- I did the same!

I begged Nerio to save my son.

All he had to do was pay.

I swear to you, Largo,

I begged him on my knees.

My oldest friend! My brother!

On my knees!

Stop! Don't come any closer!

Your son had become a piece of

sh*t

and you know it.

He ordered the massacre in

Burma.

He was my child!

Are the chicks pretty in Hong

Kong?

I beg your pardon?

The girls...

Hong Kong...

Largo invited me

to spend some time there.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

Want some Phat Thai?

You and I are gonna make

a great team.

What do you say, pal?

- I'm not your pal!

You will be soon.

Ready to go?

No.

We'll come back whenever you

like.

I live on a big boat, you know.

No, I don't know.

It's surrounded by tall houses

that touch the sky.

And my office is at the very top

of the tallest house.

Are you all alone up there?

Not anymore.

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