Thank you.

Now. Here are the rules.

[The reason he needed his hands free becomes apparent, as he pulls two identical flasks out of his jacket pockets.]

One of these is just soda water.

The other has a powerful sedative. It'll even work on me! I, of course, know which is which...but you get to guess which one to drink. I'll take the other.

[The man squints, examining the two flasks, trying to tell them apart, and putting together what it'll mean if he drinks the wrong one.

"So...if I win, I get rich. You'll do whatever I want. But if I lose..."]

We eat you. Yes.

["...that's not fair. I'll lose a lot more than you if I guess wrong!" Jorgen doesn't seem to be saying no, though, even though he's clearly sweating -- instead, he's leading up to negotiation. "You've got to give me some kind of clue!"]

I thought you might say something like that.

I won't tell you which one has the sedative! But I will tell her.

[He nods at the woman.]

I said this was a guessing game, but that's not quite true....this is a game of trust! I'll tell her, and she'll tell you...and you have to decide if she's telling the truth.

[He strides over to Katrina, whose legs tremble so badly she's got to hold the wall to steady herself, and whispers something to her.

She swallows, steels herself enough to speak.

"It's--it's in his right hand."

He turns back to Jorgen.]

Well? She says the dangerous one's on the right.

[He holds it up a little higher than the other.]

So, which will you drink?