Crocodile Dundee Page #2

like fresh meat.

He wasn't trying to

eat me on the spot.

He just wanted grab hold of me and

take me down for a death roll.

A death roll?

Yeah. See, a croc will grab you,

take you down to the

bottom of the water,

and roll you over and over and

over till you stop kicking.

Then he'll take you away to

his meat safe somewhere.

A rock ledge, log,

down under the water and

jam you under it...

Tenderize you a bit.

Good eating.

Anyway, he wasn't happy

with the grip he had on me,

so he let go to get a better

one, and I talked him out of it.

Talked?

And you were just out here fishing?

Well, a barramundi's

a bloody big fish.

It'll be getting dark soon.

I'll take you to where I

camped the first night.

You married?

Was once...

To the original rebel.

What happened?

You name it, we marched...

Anti-nuke, women's lib,

save the whales.

He's probably marching right now

for the gay Nazis or something.

Hmm. Sounds like a prize ratbag.

Oh, he meant well.

Haven't you ever

protested anything?

Sure. Every time I get

thrown out of the pub.

Come on, I'm serious.

I mean, where would someone

like you stand on,

say, the nuclear debate?

What do you think

about the arms race?

None of my business.

None of your business?

How can you say that?

It's everybody's business.

Got to have an opinion.

Got to have a voice.

Who's going to hear it out here?

Okay.

Something closer to home.

Uh... The Aborigines.

What do you think about their

claims to get the land back?

Ah, well, you see,

Aborigines don't own the land.

They belong to it.

It's like their mother.

See those rocks sticking up there?

Been standing up there

for 600 million years.

Still be there when

you and I are gone.

So arguing over who owns them

is like two fleas arguing over

who owns the dog they live on.

You see, uh...

Uh...

Aborigines, well, like

all God's creatures,

they just want the right to

roam across the earth

and be left in peace.

It's that...

Oh, it's a king brown.

Poisonous?

Oh, yeah. Deadly.

Not bad eating,

but always give me gas.

Uh, listen, are there any

more of those around?

Oh, maybe the odd

one late at night.

But stick close to me,

you'll be all right.

Yeah, you're probably right, a

man should have an opinion.

- I... Shh!

- What?

Hmm. Thought I heard something.

No, it's nothing.

Good night.

Mick?

It's only me.

Dangerous bastards.

It's those city cowboys.

What are you going to do?

Nothing. Why?

Why? They're shooting these

poor kangaroos for fun.

There's no law against that.

Keep your head down.

Stay here.

Hey. Ah, I need a piss.

I need a piss!

Yeah, and a straighter rifle.

You're as useless as

tits on a bull, Duffy!

Shh! Shut up, you guys.

- Hey, Trevor.

- What?

Trevor, get the spotlight

over here, mate.

- Eh?

- The spotlight!

Can't you see where you're aiming?

Shut up!

Not on me, you silly

bugger, on the bushes.

Hey...

Hey, look at this

big cheeky bugger.

Hey! It's got a gun!

Sh*t!

Get out of here! Get going!

Whoo-hoo!

Good one, skippy.

Despite the rugged

beauty of this land,

there's a sort of strange

emptiness about it.

A feeling of being so alone.

Yeah, but you're not alone.

I'm here, aren't I?

Yeah, but...

I think I know how you

must have felt...

Or how I'd feel if I

were out here alone.

You... Out here alone?

That's a joke.

A city girl like you...

You wouldn't last

five minutes, love.

This is man's country out here.

That's right. I'm only a sheila.

We're heading for that

escarpment today, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

See you there this afternoon.

Hey!

If you're gonna go,

take the gun with you.

If you get into trouble, fire

a couple of shots in the air.

That's the dangerous end.

So it is.

Hmm.

It's all right. It's over.

Hey. Hey.

I got you. I got you.

Is it dead?

Well, if it isn't, I'm gonna

have a hell of a job

skinning the bastard.

Well, you were right.

Definitely no place

for a city girl.

Ah, I don't know.

From what Wal's told me, living in

the city can be just as dangerous.

Haven't you ever lived in a city?

Never been to a city.

- You're kidding.

- No.

Cities are crowded, right?

If I went and lived in some

city, I'd only make it worse.

Here. Try this.

Do you want me to

have a look at that?

It's just a scratch.

Yeah, well, a scratch can

turn septic out here.

Give us a look. It's all right.

Shh.

Now what?

Oh, Christ. It's like

living with Davy Crockett.

Mick?

Mick.

Ah, Mick.

You frightened sh*t out of me.

So I ought to, mate.

Sneaking up on a man

when he's rendering

first-aid to a lady.

Ah. Is that what you were doing?

It's all right.

It's a mate of mine.

Neville Bell. Sue Charlton.

G'day, Sue.

What are you doing wandering

around here in the scrub, Nev?

I'm on my way to a corroboree

over at the Jabba.

It's a bloody drag,

but still my dad get angry

if I don't show up.

See, Nev's a real city boy,

but his dad's a tribal elder.

Oh, no. You can't

take my photograph.

Oh. I'm sorry. You believe it

will take your spirit away.

No. You got lens cap on.

Crikey, Mick. I better get going.

- Nice to meet you, Sue.

- Bye, Nev.

I'll catch up with you, Nev.

What's happening?

I better go with Nev and have

a chat with the Pintinjarra.

Oh, can I come?

No way.

Women are strictly taboo

at these turnouts.

How does he find his

way in the dark?

He thinks his way.

A lot of people believe

that they're telepathic.

Ooh!

Oh, I hate the bush.

How did you know?

Are you telepathic?

Nah. Common sense.

You're a woman. You're a reporter.

That makes you the biggest

busybody in the world.

I can live with that.

That croc was gonna eat me alive.

Oh, I wouldn't hold

that against him.

Same thought crossed

my mind once or twice.

Good night, Mick.

Hmm.

Of course, it took me a

week to crawl this far.

I thought I was a goner.

Said to meself, "Mick, old son",

"find yourself a nice,

comfortable spot"

"and lay down and die."

Weren't you afraid?

Of dying? Nah.

I read the Bible once.

You know God and Jesus

and all them apostles?

They were all fishermen,

just like me.

Yep. Straight to heaven

for Mick Dundee.

Yep.

Me and God...

We'd be mates.

This is Echo Lake.

I reckon this place saved me life.

That's mineral water.

Means no crocs.

More tucker here than you

could poke a stick at.

Tucker?

Food. You hungry?

- Starving.

- I'll get lunch.

How do you like your goanna?

Medium? Well done?

You don't really

expect me to eat that?

Yeah, it's great. Here,

try some of those yams.

Try the grubs and the sugar ants.

Just bite the end off.

They're really sweet.

Black fellas love them.

What about you?

Aren't you having any?

Me?

Ah, Well...

You can live on it...

But it tastes like sh*t.

Mick.

When I go back, why

don't you come with me?

What for?

Well, it would make a great

wrap to the story...

You in New York City.

Oh.

For a minute there I thought

you were making a pass at me.

Well, I might have been.

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