"Mr. Kuryakin will... show you the ropes!", Alexander Waverly stated.
Show me the ropes? What... I don't like that. First this hesitation... and now they just exchanged a look. I saw you, gentlemen, and I don't like it at all. Two cats expecting to eat the Solo canary... "Mr. Kuryakin", your angelic face doesn't fool me! Want to play? Okay!
"Of course, sir. I'm sure he will..." I'm good at angelic expression, too. Mmmm... he puts on his glasses...
"It"s a very interesting place..."
"Doctor" Kuryakin, now... a file and... a map.
"The lab is inside a rocky island, next to the cliff... about 200 meters..."
Oh... No...
"There is a cable between the cliff and the island..."
Oh... No...
"But we can't use it... We'll have to rappel down and swim to the island. Then we'll climb..."
Oh... No...
"And the cliff is...?"
You could believe in Waverly's concerned tone but his eyes are sparkling with amusement.
Smile, Solo, smile...
"Oh, not so high... about 110 meters..."
He's peeping at the file. Show off...
"112 meters, exactly."
"Clever plan, my friend..." I'm a good actor, am I not? "but I'm not sure that our evil birds will agree with it... We might be just... sitting ducks..."
Oh, no. Illya is watching me over his glasses and... he smiles.
"No. They can't think of it. They consider that the island is unattainable from the coast..."
And now he's smirking...
"You know, the cliff is quite impressive. There are the waves, too, and... some nasty currents..."
"And sharks, I guess?"
"No, Napoleon, of course, not. I already prepared the explosives, sir."
"Good, Mr Kuryakin, good..."
Oh, yes, good, Mr. Kuryakin...
"Napoleon? Let me tell about the ropes we're going to use..."