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[Everett Ross interrogates Ulysses Klaue, as T'Challa and Okoye listen in]
Ulysses Klaue: [Cuffed to a chair, singing] "Don't hurt me, no more! What is love? Baby, don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more..." [Casually] You know, you really shouldn't trust the Wakandans. I'm much more your speed.
Everett Ross: I don't trust anybody, not in this job. But what I AM interested in is that arm cannon out there. Where'd you get that?
Ulysses Klaue: It's an old mining tool that I made some adjustments to. But I can, uh, get you one if you like.
Everett Ross: Why don't you give me the name of your supplier, and I'll ask them?
Ulysses Klaue: He's right outside. Why don't you ask him yourself?
Everett Ross: What, T'Challa? You're telling me that weapon on your arm is from Wakanda?
Ulysses Klaue: [Winks and clicks] Bingo. What do you actually know about Wakanda?
Everett Ross: Um... Shepherds, textiles, cool outfits...
Ulysses Klaue: It's all a front. Explorers searched for it for centuries. "El Dorado, the Golden City" – they thought they could find it in South America, but it was in Africa the whole time. A technological marvel. All because it was built on a mound of the most valuable metal known to man. Isipho, they call it, "the gift". Vibranium.
Everett Ross: Vibranium, yeah. Strongest metal on earth.
Ulysses Klaue: It's not just a metal. They sew it into their clothes. It powers their city, their tech... their weapons.
Everett Ross: Weapons?
Ulysses Klaue: [Chuckles] Yeah. Makes my arm cannon look like a leaf blower.
Everett Ross: That's a nice fairy tale, but Wakanda is a Third-World Country, and you stole all their Vibranium.
Ulysses Klaue: "I stole..."?! [Laughs hysterically, then snaps and jolts the chair angrily] "ALL OF IT"?! I took a tiny piece of it. They have a mountain full of it. They've been mining it for thousands of years, and they still haven't scratched the surface. I'm the only outsider who's seen it and got out of there alive. If you don't believe me, you ask your friend what his suit is made of. What his claws are made of.


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