Crocodile Dundee
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1986
- 97 min
- 6,002 Views
Sue, don't misunderstand
me, please.
Sue, I'm not complaining
about your work.
I have your latest piece
right here in front of me
and it's terrific, it's great.
It's just that you were
due back here yesterday.
Yeah, but Richard, there's one
more story I just have to do.
There's always one more story.
No, but would you listen to this?
Last month this guy in
the Northern Territory
was attacked by a crocodile.
The thing bit his leg right off,
left him there to die
100 miles from nowhere.
A week later, he crawls
out of the bush,
gets patched up and disappears.
No interviews,
no pictures, nothing.
- So?
- I tracked him down.
He runs a safari business out of
somewhere called Walkabout Creek.
And his name...
Get this...
Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee.
Sue, even if this
thing is for real,
it could take you weeks
to nail him down.
Will you trust me?
I already made
arrangements to meet him.
I've got a chopper meeting
the plane at Darwin.
I'll be there tonight.
Well...
Okay.
I really miss you, darling.
I miss you, too, honey.
Take care now.
Don't worry. I'm a New Yorker.
Hi.
Walter Reilly, Never Never Safaris.
I'm Mr. Dundee's business partner.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Reilly.
Oh, please, call me Walter.
We're pretty informal in the bush.
No, uh, let me.
There you go.
- You all right?
- Yes.
I'm sorry that Mr. Dundee isn't
here himself to meet you.
But he is here in town. Somewhere.
Welcome to Walkabout Creek.
Hmm.
Oh, I took the liberty of
booking you into our hotel.
I trust that's in order?
Sounds just fine.
There's just one other thing.
Uh...
You did say that you were
prepared to pay the $2,500?
Absolutely.
And I will see where he was
attacked and how he survived?
Miss, I assure you, you're gonna
spend a few wonderful days here.
Come on, fellas. Five bucks,
anyone who can make Donk spill it.
So tell me, what's the
sideshow all about?
Oh, that's just the boys
having fun and games.
You see, Donk's never
spilled a drop.
- We're a pretty tough breed up here.
- Mmm-hmm.
Ooh!
And your Mr. Dundee, does he...
No, no, no. No, no,
he's very reserved.
He's a legend up here.
I mean, there he was out there
doing a quiet spot of fishing,
when all of a sudden... Bang!
turned him over, bit
half his leg off,
dragged him down under.
Killed it, of course.
I mean, any normal man would have
just turned up his toes and died.
But not our Mick. No.
Hundreds of miles...
Snake-infested swamps...
On his hands and knees...
He crawled right into Katherine.
Straight past the hospital
and into the first pub for a beer.
That story's getting better
every time you tell it, Wally.
No, we handle ourselves pretty
well up here in the bush, Miss.
But if you're talking legend...
Oh, my God!
Two beers, Ida.
One for me, one for me mate.
"One for your mate,"
you mad bugger.
Oh, hang on.
I'm sorry if that
frightened you, Miss.
You see, it's stuffed.
Him and me both, Wal.
Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee.
Never Never Safaris.
Yeah. Um, never go outwith us,
if you do, you'll never
come back. Right, Wal?
Sue Charlton, Newsday.
Uh, here, Wal. Mind Cyril for me
while I dance with this
charming young lady.
Legend has it a crocodile
took half your leg off.
Uh, well, a slight exaggeration.
Um...
More like a love bite, really.
Let me tell you about
the rest of me.
Up north in the Never Never, where
the land is harsh and bare,
lives a mighty hunter
named Mick Dundee,
who can dance like Fred Astaire.
Smooth shag, eh?
What did you say the
name of this clown was?
Mick Dundee.
He's the bloke that was grabbed
by a croc on the Rapid River.
What was he doing up there?
It's full of crocs. What do
you reckon he was doing?
Just a bloody poacher, eh?
Listen, you do understand
I want you to take me out
where you were attacked,
show me how you survived.
Oh, well, I don't know, just
the two of us out there alone?
I've got me reputation
to think about.
Hey, Dundee.
Where can a man shoot a few
crocs around here, eh?
How would I know, sh*t-for-brains?
Just relax.
Now, come on, Dundee.
Every man and his dog
in the joint knows
you're nothing but a
bloody croc poacher.
You better get your
men out of here.
But I won't have anyone using bad
language in front of a lady.
Bad language?
Don't come back neither!
What was he saying about
you being a poacher?
Uh, he was just trying to
get a bite, that's all.
Donk, tonight's me lucky night.
You want to have a hit at the guts?
Here's a go, fellas.
Good on you, Mick.
Come on, guys, put
your money on me.
Come on, Mick.
Give me a kiss, Donk.
I'm sorry. He's not
normally like this.
I do apologize.
It's just the drink.
You mean there's a serious
side to him? Hmm.
I can hardly wait.
Uh, comfortable, Miss?
Wonderful country out here.
We think so.
Well, I hope you're not gonna
be the strong, silent type.
- Me?
- Reluctant to talk about yourself?
No. Favorite subject.
Great. Why "Crocodile"?
Wal's idea.
colorful for the tourist business.
How old are you?
Don't know.
Uh, what year is this?
You don't know?
Um, time doesn't mean
much up here, Miss.
You see, um, the Aborigines
don't have calendars.
I was raised by the local tribe.
I asked one of the tribal
elders one day when I was born.
And he said, "In the summertime."
And is there a
Mrs. Crocodile Dundee?
I was sort of married once.
- Nice girl. Good cook. Big...
- Mick!
Anyway, I went off on walkabout.
When I came back, she'd gone.
A walkabout?
That's an Aboriginal habit.
It means to, uh, wander around
and discover new places.
How long were you gone?
Couple months.
Try 18.
And she didn't wait?
Strange girl.
Yeah.
Out of the way, dopey!
Jesus...
That was amazing.
Mind over matter.
Old bushman's trick.
All right, Miss. All ashore.
in Mick's capable hands,
and I'll meet you at the Echo
Billabong on Wednesday.
2:
20. We better get started.2:
20.Yeah. Yes. That's the way
that we do it in the bush.
Uh, don't you worry, Miss.
He's the best bushman
in the territory.
Best pupil I ever had.
You ready, lady?
Ready as I'll ever be.
Right, well, uh, till Wednesday.
- Cheerio.
- Wednesday.
- What's today, Wal?
- Monday.
Doesn't know.
Doesn't care.
Lucky bastard.
- You okay, lady?
- Oh, I'm fine.
It's only about another
hour to the river,
but you being a sheila,
it'll probably take two.
Well, I'll just do the best I can.
Yeah.
The water was running 20 foot up
the bank during the wet season.
Here's what's left of me boat.
Now you can see where
he sunk his teeth in.
My God.
How big was it?
Uh, 16, 18 foot, maybe.
And you were out here
hunting crocodiles in that?
Nah, that's illegal.
I was just fishing.
How did you get away?
Uh, see, crocs don't
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