All right: where is the poison? The
battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right and who is dead.

But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you. Are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet, or his enemy's?

He studies the Man In Black now.

Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I'm not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool; you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

You've made your decision then7

Not remotely. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows. And Australia is entirely peopled
with criminals. And criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me. So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.

Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.

Wait till I get going! Where was I?

Australia.

Yes -- Australia, and you must have suspected I would have known the powder's origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

You're just stalling now.

You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?

You've beaten my giant, which means you're exceptionally strong. So, you could have put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you. So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you've also bested my Spaniard which means you must have studied. And in studying, you must have learned that man is mortal so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

As Vizzini's pleasure has been growing throughout, the Man In Black's has been fast disappearing.

You're trying to trick me into giving away something -- it won't work --

It has worked -- you've given everything away -- I know where the poison is.

Then make your choice.

I will. And I choose --

And suddenly he stops, points at something behind the Man In Black.

-- what in the world can that be?

CUT TO:

THE MAN IN BLACK,

What? Where? I don't see anything.

CUT TO:

VIZZINI,

Oh, well, I-I could have sworn I saw something. No matter.

The Man In Black turns to face him again. Vizzini starts to laugh.

What's so funny?

I'll tell you in a minute. First, let's drink -- me from my glass, and you from yours.

And he picks up his goblet. The Man In Black picks up the one in front of him. As they both start to drink, Vizzini hesitates a moment.

Then, allowing the Man In Black to drink first, he swallows his wine.

You guessed wrong.

You only think I guessed wrong --

-- that's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned. You fool.

CUT TO:

THE MAN IN BLACK.

CUT TO:

VIZZINI,

You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. The most famous is "Never get involved in a land war in Asia." But only slightly less well known is this: "Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line."

He laughs and roars and cackles and whoops and is in all ways quite cheery until he falls over dead.

CUT TO:

THE MAN IN BLACK,

The Man In Black pulls her to her feet.

Who are you?

I am no one to be trifled with, that is all you ever need know.

He starts to lead her off the mountain path into untraveled terrain.

To think -- all that time it was your cup that was poisoned.

They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder.