oh, we picked it out of the yellow pages of u.n.c.l.e.'s directory. steady chuke. he tends to become agitated at times. see you forced him to kill two of my favorite cheetahs. i'm m rry. and those indians are very accurate with their blow guns. the darts are tipped with a synthetic curare ou. that will render you intractable instantly. i could have done that anytime. so you mean, if there is a choice it's yours. - oh, yes. i always see to that. - mm-hmm. well, not this time. you see, i can kill you first. mr. solo, if you'll examine that gun, you'll find won't fire. [clears throat] well, i did examine...and i reset the firing pin.. exactly...1/64th of an inch. - you're bluffing. - try me. [instrumental music] i think, i'll call it. [brach snapping] [gun clicks] i'm bluffing. ah! oh, yeahh i feel like i fell on a cactus. one of those indiaia shot a dart at you. - did he ask me any questions? - no. yeah. well, it comes later i guess. what are we going to do? well, about the only thing we can do, i guess. wait. i keep telling myself that this is all a terrible nightmar