no trick, yokura. word of honor. in a situation like this, a man's word of honor is hardly sufficient. [gunshots] [barks] [barks] [dramatic music] [gunshots] uh. [barking] [thwacks] [thud] [gunshot] [panting] alright, tell him i'm dead. [panting continues] he's dead, your excellency. very good. ah! w let us see what prize we have. the prize, generer, is a norwegian prison. [gunshots] well, what about you? i thought it was the old japanese custom gee, that's wrapping it up. yeah, i'm gonna wrap you up and deliver you to your mother. - oh, boy. you're gonna love-- - i know. - ah, welcome back, mr. solo. - thank you, sir. well, your message indicated you achieved the most successful conclusion to our little business matter. who's this? oh, this is my friend and co-international spy christopher larson. this is mr. waverly. - how do you do? - how do you do? he's one of us. i know i've been anxixis for you to meet my beautiful widowed mother and all, but...well, if you met and liked each other you might even wanna getetarr