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[GONG BANGING]

Your Serenity, they are here.

And the man from U.N.C.L.E. has not yet arrived.

Very well. They can wait a few minutes.

[ELEPHANT TRUMPETS]

[PIGEON COOING]

This is as far as I go. I must leave you now.

Entry to the state of Ghupat is forbidden to all foreigners.

Well, thank you for bringing me this far, Kunsing.

- You will be careful? - I'll take every precaution.

Bye.

LAMA: Ganesh.

[ELEPHANT TRUMPETING]

The time has come.

We must say goodbye.

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTING]

Yahoo! I got the ornery critter.

You go on. Go get some help there, and go fetch him.

- You sent for me, sir? WAVERLY: Yes, Mr. Solo.

I'm a bit concerned.

Have you heard from Mr. Kuryakin during the last hour or two?

No, should I have?

I was talking to him this morning...

...and for some unaccountable reason we were cut off.

I haven't been able to re-establish contact.

Well, perhaps I shouldn't ask, sir...

...but what is Illya doing in the Himalayas, anyway?

Well, it all has to do with the succession.

I had a message from the high lama of Ghupat.

He's a very old man.

He's worried about his succession.

That's not U.N.C.L.E.'s department, is it?

Not normally, no.

But the lama is a dear personal friend of mine.

I met him years ago in India, during my tiger-hunting days.

Oh, yes, uh, I used to hunt the big cat.

You must remind me to tell you...

- ...all about that sometime. - I shall.

[ALARM BLARING]

[CHATTERING]

WAVERLY: All right, don't worry.

It's only a pigeon, not Thrush.

Hmm. Speaking of the high lama....

From him?

"Why haven't I heard from you? My time has come.

The succession must be carried out as ordained."

Mr. Solo, you'll leave for Ghupat immediately.

To find Mr. Kuryakin and to observe the succession ceremonies.

MAN: O son of heaven...

...Your Serenity, the high lama of Ghupat.

My humblest obeisances to you.

[LAMA SPEAKING IN TIBETAN]

You Serenity, have you reached a decision?

I have, my son.

The answer is still no.

You leave me no other choice.

Tashi, I remember you as a boy.

Your soul was seeking.

You worked hard.

You earned the rank of prime minister.

Why do you wanna stain your soul with such ugliness?

Your Serenity, it is I who ask the questions.

Now, for the last time.

Yes or no?

No.

SERVANT: No!

[GRUNTING]

Still, your soul is very dear to me.

I myself will discard this human body.

You mean you will die of your own volition?

It is the law of nature that man can choose neither his birth nor his death in this world.

But the high lama of Ghupat is no ordinary man.

[CHANTING IN TIBETAN]

[WIND WHISTLES]

[GRUNTS]

PRIME MINISTER: He is dead.

[SERVANT GRUNTING]

Kill him.

[SERVANT SCREAMS]

Where am I?

[METAL CLINKING AND FOOTSTEPS]

Now, don't you go straining yourself.

You've been unconscious for two days.

Now, close your eyes...

...hold your nose and chugalug.

Chugalug?

What was that?

Yak-liver oil. Good for what ails you. Been using it for years.

Now, who are you, hmm?

My name is Illya Kuryakin.

Who are you?

Don't you recognize me?

ILLYA: The face is familiar but, uh....

I'm Calamity Rogers. Fastest gun in the West.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Oh, yes, of course.

Probably seen a lot of old my movies, huh?

ILLYA: I have? - On the late, late show.

Ah, that's where all the good movies go today.

ILLYA [WHISPERS]: Yeah.

CALAMITY: Guess you're not strong enough to get around.

ILLYA: I should be very soon.

Then we better tie you up, so you can't.

[ILLYA GRUNTING]

GUARD: Did you not read the signs?

Do you not know that entry to Ghupat is forbidden to all foreigns?

SOLO: Eh, uh....

Only with special permission can a foreigner come here.

I do have special permission, in a manner of speaking.

I have a letter of introduction to His Serenity, the high lama.

The son of heaven, His Serenity, the high lama is no longer with us.

- He is dead. - Oh. I'm sorry.

PRIME MINISTER: This man who signed this letter, Alexander Waverly?

Oh, he's the fellow I work for. I write for a travel magazine.

PRIME MINISTER: So you've come here to do an article on the abominable snowman?

Yes, I understand that there's one in the neighborhood somewhere.

There are many other interesting things in this country to write about, Mr. Solo.

Things your readers might find even more fascinating.

Well, the thought, uh, just crossed my mind...

...now that the high lama has, uh, departed...

...there might be the possibility of doing a piece on the choosing of his successor.

Well, I am afraid that no outsiders are permitted to this sacred ceremony.

However, because you've come here with such excellent credentials...

...I shall take the matter up with my advisers.

Thank you, I'd be very grateful.

Sir, you must be very tired after your long journey.

Perhaps you would care to rest.

Mr. Solo.

Welcome to Ghupat.

SOLO: Well, uh, thank you very much, Your Excellency.

PRIME MINISTER: Amra Palli.

You will dive deep. Dive deep into the depths of mind.

You will read this and tell me, who is the man who wrote this letter...

...and who is the man to whom this letter was given?

Alexander Waverly is the head of an organization...

...called United Network Command for Law and Enforcement.

U.N.C.L.E.

At the request of the late high lama, he sent Napoleon Solo...

...to oversee the succession of the new lama.

Yes, very good, very good. Excellent.

We must eliminate Mr. Solo.

PRIME MINISTER: Who can better attest to the authenticity of the new high lama...

...than the man from U.N.C.L.E.?

Amra Palli, you shall be Mr. Solo's constant companion.

You will feed him. You will watch him.

You will learn all his thoughts.

And all that you learn, you shall report to me.

[SOLO SIGHING]

SOLO: Hello.

AMRA: I'm Amra Palli. I am to be your servant.

SOLO: Well, I must say, you're a little more attractive...

...than most of the servants I've seen around here.

AMRA: Is there anything else you wish?

No, everything I wish appears to be right before my eyes in this room.

Curious, I've used that line before, and it's evoked some reaction.

- Don't you even blink? - No.

Well, if I told you a funny story, would you laugh?

- I do not laugh. SOLO: Mm-hm.

- Do you cry? - Never.

Uh, is there anything that makes you happy?

Happiness is a contrived and temporary state of mortal mind.

Well, I can't disagree there.

Uh....

Do you feel anything?

Feeling? What is it?

[SOLO CLEARS THROAT]

Well, it's hard to explain.

I'll try and give an example. Um....

I'm looking at you, and you're looking at me.

And you feel an attraction.

Some magnetism?

Some waves?

Nothing? Mm-hm.

[WHISPERING] Interesting. Must be slipping.

[GRUNTS]

Uh, if I were to kiss you, would you feel anything?

Kiss? What is it?

Well, I'll show you. Uh, close your eyes.

AMRA: I cannot.

SOLO: You can't?

Okay.

Um, lean forward.

Hmm?

- So? - Well, that's it.

Oh, the anatomical juxtaposition of two oris muscles...

...in the state of contraction.

Yeah, well, that's another way of putting it. Hmm.

CALAMITY: My husband, Chang Li.

He was the minister of external affairs in Ghupat.

Yeah, I met him when he visited Hollywood.

We got hitched and came back here to live.

And he was murdered by an abominable snowman.

Well, it must've been a different snowman, because this is my first visit to Ghupat.

Listen, have you ever heard of an organization called U.N.C.L.E.?

- U.N.C.L.E.? U.N.C.L.E.? - Yes.

It's a kind of international sheriff's posse that goes and hunts down the bad guys.

- You one of them? - Yeah.

And if you give me my communicator, I'll prove it.

I have a rather important message to send.

What's a communicator?

I must have dropped it when I fell down the cliff.

- If you'll let me go back to the slope-- - Uh-uh. Bajo.

Untie him.

I'll send somebody up to look for that, uh, communicator.

I want you to stay here now to get your strength back.

I got a hunch we're looking for the same bad guys.

You had a dream last night.

I did?

You were worried about the abominable snowman.

A man with the golden hair. Illya Kuryakin.

- How did you know that? - The thought of it is still in your mind.

It is in my power to read your mind.

- Well, do you know where he is? AMRA: I can find out.

- How? - Do you have a lock of his hair?

No, no, I've never been a member of Illya's fan club.

Do you have a sample of his handwriting, a letter?

Mm-mm, no.

Or his birth date and his zodiac?

Possibly, I could find that out.

This is a non-spiritual, non-astrological, non-telepathic communicator.

Open Channel D.

[RADIO BEEPING]

Yes, Mr. Solo.

Have you heard anything further about the succession?

Uh, no, nothing about that.

- However, concerning Illya-- - Have you found him?

Well, I think I could find him if you could give me his birth date and zodiacal sign.

Ah, yes, of course.

Yes, I should have realized that.

Well, uh, let me look up his file further and call you back.

Back home, we call them fortune cookies.

You break them open, you find out something about yourself...

...or what's going to happen in the future.

- Really? SOLO: Hmm.

PRIME MINISTER: Very interesting.

It was the vision of late high lama that this sacred vessel contained the Obo...

...the prayer mound with the inscription pertaining to his reincarnation.

I, uh, understand the new high lama is first to be seen astride a royal elephant.

Yes. Unfortunately, the royal elephant has fled into the jungle.

I sent two of my best warriors to find him, but the man-eating tiger....

The position of the heavenly bodies.

The sun is semi-sextile to Venus. Venus is semi-quantile to Mars.

Mars is bi-quantile to Saturn.

The place is northeast Ghupat.

Beside a waterfall known as Jaylaxmi, there are the ruins of an ancient temple.

Within the shrine room...

...there presently sits a small orphan boy named Jami.

He is guarded by a shepherd named Vithu...

...who is fated to breathe his last at this very moment.

It is written in the stars that Jami is the new high lama of Ghupat.

Tomorrow, when the moon is in bi-quantile to the sun...

...and the sun is in the radix of Saturn, we shall test Jami.

Hail, hail, all hail the new high lama.

[ALL CHANTING IN TIBETAN]

PRIME MINISTER: Why was he not killed?

AIDE: Well, we looked at him and I thought...

...suppose the boy really is the reincarnation...

...then I might return in my next life as a cockroach.

I did not think you believed that childish superstition.

Very well. I shall do the work myself.

Wait. Why not ask Amra Palli?

She has no emotions.

PRIME MINISTER: Yes, yes.

Bring Amra Palli.

Amra Palli, a task for you.

You will take this boy, and remove him to the northeast into the jungle...

...and leave him there to be devoured by the man-eating tiger.

I hear and obey.

Your name is Jami.

Honorable father, my name is Baku.

I know that your name is Baku.

But from this moment on, your name is Jami.

I am ordering you.

Your name is Jami.

I don't want to be Jami.

I wanna remain Baku.

PRIME MINISTER: Very well.

You shall go see your mother.

Perhaps she can change your mind.

Bring her down.

Woman, you have borne me a very stubborn son.

Do you think of yourself as an honorable father?

He does not bear my name, still my blood flows in his veins.

I pray that your evil spirit does not also run in his veins.

Do you not realize, ignorant woman, that he will be the new lama of Ghupat?

The god-king with wealth and power and luxury...

...millions of followers at his feet.

The high lama is the choice of the heavenly bodies.

So far, they have chosen my son to be an ordinary boy...

...to play the flute, to sing sacred hymns.

And when he grows, if they so please, he will become a healer or a judge.

And an honest one.

PRIME MINISTER: If you do not agree...

...we shall turn you into a creature like Amra Palli.

And after that, even if you do see your son, you will barely recognize him.

And if you touch him, you will not feel anything.

No, no.

Honorable father, I will not let you do that.

My name is Jami.

[MOTHER SOBS]

PRIME MINISTER: Mr. Solo...

...may I have the pleasure of your company, please?

We are leaving for the temple by the waterfall.

The time of the testing of the new high lama is now.

Is that Vithu?

PRIME MINISTER: Apparently so.

I guess the prophecy was right.

Remove the body. Cremate it in scared sandalwood.

PRIME MINISTER: I light the first stick of incense to guide our way.

Who are you?

- What is your name? - Jami.

PRIME MINISTER: Oh, hear the sound of our souls.

Upon this tray are some of the treasured possessions...

...of the late and beloved high lama.

Mixed among these are objects of no value, possessions of mere mortal men.

O wanderer through three worlds...

...if you are indeed the true reincarnation of the son of heaven...

...ruler of the universe, His Serenity, the high lama...

...guide us by choosing only those objects...

...belonging to your past life.

[MONKS CHANTING]

All hail, His Serenity, the new high lama.

[PRIME MINISTER CHANTING IN TIBETAN]

My compliments to the chef. I have never tasted a better yak stew.

Tomorrow night, we're gonna have chili.

ILLYA: East is East and West is West, and I suppose the twain shall meet--

[CALAMITY SIGHS]

What is it?

CALAMITY: I've been invited to the coronation of the new high lama.

Then it's done.

CALAMITY: What?

I'm afraid I've muffed my assignment.

I was sent here to observe the selection of the new high lama...

...to make sure that there was not any fraud.

There was fraud.

ILLYA: Oh? - This boy.

That's not the real high lama.

ILLYA: Are you sure?

I don't know why, but my husband was killed because of him.

How do you know?

I found a snapshot of this boy taken with the prime minister.

My husband took it away.

He said the least I knew, the better off I'd be.

The snapshot, do you know where it is?

Mm-mm.

Your husband, did he say anything before he died about, uh, any of this?

He did mention something about the saloon.

The saloon?

What saloon?

Here it is.

All this.

It was a birthday gift to me from Chang Li, my husband.

He's very thoughtful. No girl should be without one.

This is from The Cowboy and the Single Girl.

Ah, that's the picture that made me a star.

Yes, I think that's where I saw you on the late, late show.

The guns, are they real?

You bet your boots.

Chang Li had the finest gun collection in all of Ghupat.

It's very impressive.

His favorite was that Winchester '73.

Custom-made.

[GUN COCKS]

Isn't it a beauty?

It's from the high lama.

Something is rotten in the state of Ghupat.

[GROWLING]

You be a good boy.

I have to leave you.

Now, don't be afraid.

[TIGERS GROWLING]

[ELEPHANT TRUMPETING]

Yes, Mr. Solo. Mr. Kuryakin is a Scorpio.

He was born in the year 6532...

...the year of the water buffalo in the month of the iron dog...

...at 6:30 p.m., Ghupat time.

WAVERLY [OVER RADIO]: Incidentally, I looked up your file.

I see you're a Capricorn.

That is correct, sir.

WAVERLY: Your forecast for the day indicates possible danger...

...in the early part of the afternoon.

It also indicates the possibility of a romantic involvement.

In Ghupat?

Well, it doesn't suggest any particular place, but you appear to be in Ghupat.

Thank you, sir. I'll, uh, be on the alert. Ahem.

[GUN COCKS]

He should be coming back most any minute now with your communicator.

[GUN COCKS]

Heh, how's that for timing?

Is that what you've been looking for? That teeny little old thing?

Open Channel D, overseas relay, Section One, Number One, please.

Ah, Mr. Kuryakin. We lost you.

Oh, I had a minor accident, sir.

Right now, I'm in Calamity Rogers' saloon.

WAVERLY: Calamity Rogers?

You mean the girl with the fastest--?

Gun in the West. Yes, sir.

We have uncovered some evidence that proves that the new high lama is a fake.

You'd better hold off for the time being.

I'll take a chartered plane to Ghupat at once.

- Are you bringing Napoleon with you? WAVERLY: Mr. Solo is already there.

When I last spoke to him, he was at the palace.

Since then, I've lost contact with him.

When is the coronation ceremony?

Tomorrow afternoon. Hello there, Mr. Waverly.

Oh, thank you, Miss Rogers.

Uh, Mr. Kuryakin, will you please meet me at the palace monastery tomorrow morning?

Oh, and, Miss Rogers, ever since I saw you...

...in The Cowboy and the Single Girl, I have been ardent admirer of yours.

I'm looking forward to meeting you too, Mr. Waverly.

Why, he sounds like a mighty nice man.

He's all right.

[FOOTSTEPS]

SOLO: Are those pearls or tears?

Sit down.

You can smile too. What happened?

Oh, I don't know.

It just happened.

I feel changed.

SOLO: Funny.

I wonder if that change relates in any way to my astrological forecast for today.

I wanna concentrate on Illya's Scorpio now.

Now, he was in born in the year six thousand--

I can't seem to concentrate.

Why not?

I think I've lost my power.

Well, how did that happen?

I don't know.

Everything is so vague.

I remember a little boy.

A little boy in the jungle, the wild jungle.

Yes, the tiger.

There was a tiger. It was so frightening.

The master asked me. Yes, the master.

SOLO: Who is your master?

AMRA: The prime minister.

He asked me to take this little boy into the jungle.

An adorable boy, with a precious smile.

A divine boy.

I'm sorry I cannot tell you any more about Mr. Kuryakin.

Is he a friend?

Yes, he's a very good friend.

He came to Ghupat as the abominable snowman, why?

SOLO: To prevent the very thing that happened.

[SOBBING]

I have killed the new high lama, haven't I?

Haven't I?

SOLO: You didn't know what you're doing.

We can't bring the boy back, but we can make sure the imposter never--

PRIME MINISTER: Oh, can you, Mr. Solo?

Alas, I think not.

Now, will you be good enough to put your hands above your head...

...and walk this way, please?

Excellency, Mr. Solo's friend, Mr. Kuryakin....

I've heard through villagers...

...that Calamity Rogers has shot an abominable snowman.

PRIME MINISTER: Mm-hm.

Here, throw this up in the air.

I think we'd better reload first.

[GRUNTING]

AMRA: It will be a fate that I have earned.

[AMRA SIGHS]

For I have led the rightful high lama to his death.

Now, there's no reason to blame yourself.

We may still get out of this.

Your friend? Mr. Kuryakin?

Yes, if he's not hurt too badly, he may be able to help us.

But they know where he is.

- They must have gone to find him. - Illya is very resourceful.

[DOOR OPENS]

ILLYA: Napoleon.

Sometimes.

We were just talking about you.

Amra Palli, this is Illya Kuryakin...

...the fellow that was going to get us out of this.

Well, I didn't know you were in it.

But then you do have a knack for getting yourself--

Oh, by the way, this is Calamity Rogers, Napoleon Solo. The--

BOTH: The fastest gun in the West.

- Mighty nice to meet you. - Nice to--

[SOLO CLEARS THROAT]

PRIME MINISTER: Now that you've all finished your little the formalities....

In a few moments, this pendulum will start to swing...

...and when it hits the gong, the noise will be deafening.

The reverberations we have discovered can drive a man into insanity...

...in a very few hours.

Uh, the ladies, uh....

They provide, as you say in the West, bargaining power.

I see.

PRIME MINISTER: To spare Miss Rogers and Amra Palli from this ordeal...

...you need only accede to a very simple request.

Inform U.N.C.L.E headquarters...

...that the new high lama is indeed the rightful one.

By the way, do not rely too much on the help of your Mr. Waverly.

My men overheard the conversation between him and Mr. Kuryakin.

We know that he's coming to Ghupat.

We shall arrange an appropriate little accident for him too.

[GONG BANGS]

There, there. Right there.

In that clearing, see?

Instead of a rare antelope, I trapped an elephant calf.

Oh, a delightful little fellow.

But I couldn't keep him though.

The high lama of Ghupat wanted it for his reincarnation.

It was prophesied that the new lama...

...would appear before the people on this beast.

So I handed over the elephant.

Ever since then, the high lama and I have been on the very--

[GUNSHOT]

[GONG BANGING]

SOLO: Illya.

I'm gonna have him call it off.

I don't think the girls can take it much longer.

I'd rather die than give in to him.

Do not concern yourself over me, Mr. Solo.

In the East, we have learned...

...to endure all pain, except that of the spirit.

Enough?

Enough?

SOLO: Tell your boss we're enjoying the music.

If you will forgive me, Your Excellency, I do not think the prisoners will yield.

Not even to spare their women?

If the U.N.C.L.E. agents are driven insane, or if they die, they are no use to us.

Mm-hm.

I do not often commit an error.

But I think my selection of the Auric Gong Room was one.

Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin must be permitted to think clearly.

They must be placed in an atmosphere of peace and quiet...

...as a tomb is quiet.

- I understand. - Yes, see to it. I shall join you directly.

Right now, I must begin the coronation ceremonies.

[DRUMS BEATING]

[HORNS BLOWING]

Now the most auspicious moment of the coronation nears.

It is a well-known fact, that the new high lama...

...enters the coronation astride the back of the royal elephant.

Unfortunately, the royal elephant, Ganesh, the jewel of our land...

...has met an unfortunate accident in the jungle.

He was killed by the man-eating tiger.

But the stars in their wisdom have decreed that this tiger shall die in turn...

...and the new high lama shall enter the coronation...

...seated on the skin of the very beast that destroyed our Ganesh.

[MONKS CHANTING]

- Your Serenity. BAKU: Excellency.

Let the ceremony begin.

[HORNS BLOWING]

You're quite good at that.

Do you have a union card?

Hmm. No sense of humor.

[HANDS CLAP]

PRIME MINISTER: Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin.

I thought the coronation had begun.

At this very moment, there is a ritual dance for driving away the evil spirits.

So that's what brings you here.

Mr. Solo, today is the most important day in my life...

...therefore, I will forgive your insolence.

You're the one who killed my husband.

You see, the late high lama had visions of my plan.

He asked Chang Li, your husband, to supervise the succession.

Well, that left me with absolutely no choice.

I had to kill Chang Li.

However, I still think of him very fondly.

I'm not quite clear about your, uh, plan.

The Jami that you saw was in reality my son, Baku.

Not legally, of course. Monks are not permitted to marry...

...but nevertheless my son.

And in a very few moments, he shall be the new high lama of Ghupat...

...with millions of followers at his feet.

And you and Mr. Kuryakin will vouch for his authenticity.

- Oh, we've been through all that before. - Yes.

But now I ask you for the very last time.

Very shortly, this highly skilled artisan will have completed his task.

Now, after you are completely entombed...

...you shall have air enough to survive for 15 minutes.

I shall leave the mason here after he has completed his work.

If you decide to accede to my demands...

...before this mortar hardens, just knock.

[PRIME MINISTER LAUGHING]

[BAND PLAYING CEREMONIAL MUSIC]

Which one of us has the plan?

Well, I've got a detonator on the back of my tie pin.

That'll take care of the chain.

Except for one thing.

ILLYA: We have nothing to detonate. SOLO: Mm-hm.

ILLYA: Or have we?

Uh, excuse me. Miss Rogers, but you seem to be wearing a good deal of jewelry.

Nice, huh? Most of it's the real McCoy but....

Well, but that bracelet there, I won that in a shooting contest.

I don't know what that is.

Magnesium?

A lot of imitation jewelry is made of it.

Uh, if you'll bite the back of my tie pin off.

I don't understand.

Magnesium is very explosive.

That's it.

Now, then we fix this here.

Like that. Turn your head away.

Ow.

SOLO: Got it?

ILLYA: Now if we all put our shoulders to the wall, the cement's still wet.

- Are you ready? SOLO: Lock arms.

- All right. ILLYA: One-- On three.

SOLO & ILLYA: Two, three!

As is ordained, the time is now.

Upon the head of our boy named Jami, we shall put this jeweled hat.

And from that moment on, you will no longer be the child Jami...

...but the high lama of Ghupat.

And humble obeisances....

Seize them. Seize them!

[GRUNTING]

At the conclusion of this sacred rite, there will be yet another ceremony.

These four people-- Three evil foreigners and one native traitor.

--they have conspired to keep Jami, the true reincarnation of the late lama...

...from his rightful throne.

Because of this, they shall be executed.

MAN: Ganesh!

[CHANTING IN TIBETAN]

It's Ganesh. The royal elephant.

And the true high lama.

Shoot the boy. Shoot the boy.

I can't. It's a sign from heaven.

Hail the high lama.

PRIME MINISTER: No, no! Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Jami. Jami, forgive me, I beg of you.

Oh, Your Serenity, I was wrong.

Forgive me, forgive me.

BAKU: Hail, hail the high lama.

[ELEPHANT TRUMPETS]

Well-played, gentlemen. Congratulations.

Corking good work.

AMRA: It was not until then that I realized I was a woman, Mr. Kuryakin.

Well, you are indeed. But please, call me Illya.

Amra Palli, would you like to join me for a little sunset stroll?

Uh, well, uh, Mr. Solo, you see...

...my Jupiter is in descending aspects with rising high moon.

But Mr. Kuryakin-- Heh.

I mean, uh, Illya, uh....

I, uh, ahem, understand.

Happily, I was able to bring the plane down in the clearing.

SOLO: Hmm. - When who should I see but Ganesh.

Ganesh.

An elephant never forgets.

You know, that's just like the ending of The Cowboy and the Single Girl.

Except, of course, instead of the elephants, we had horses.

SOLO: Miss, uh-- WAVERLY: Let me show you the sunset.

It's perfectly staggering from here.

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