Crocodile Dundee II Page #3

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Mick, this is serious sh*t

you're talking about.

DEA, international drug rings...

This is all hazardous

to your health.

Yeah, but think what it'll

do for your reputation.

Oh, yeah! Yeah.

Leroy Brown, the baddest man

in the whole damn cemetery!

Yeah, but I don't understand

how these people think.

I need someone who's road wise.

Road wise.

Let's go.

The car's... I mean, like,

the wheels are out back.

I'm cool.

I'm cool.

You mustn't let these minor

disruptions ruin your appetite.

Try the lobster. I had it flown

in from Maine this morning.

There's nothing wrong with

the food, it's the company.

Would you look at this stuff!

There's TV cameras,

infrared beams!

They're gonna know you're

there before you do.

Maybe we should just

call the police.

Mick.

Guys like this own cops.

And even if the guys you call are

straight, what are they gonna do?

Come in here with their sirens

wailing and their guns blazing?

She'll be dead in two

seconds, if she's still alive.

She's still alive.

How do you know that?

'Cause that's the only way

I can see her. Up here.

If I even start to think she's hurt, my

guts twist up, I can't think straight,

and I'm no good to her.

- So, what do we do now?

- We need some kind of distraction.

When we get in, Mick, whatever you do,

be cool, go easy. These dogs bite.

Fortunately, they know

my rep round here.

I'll just smooth the way.

- Yo, Rat.

- Leroy.

I would consider it a personal

favor if you'll hear my man here.

- You're the crocodile man, ain't you?

- Yeah.

I've seen you around.

- I'm Rat.

- Hey, Rat.

What do you want, crocodile man?

I've got a problem.

I need your help.

Well, you've come

to the right place.

That's what we're here for, huh?

Yeah.

Nice jacket.

How can we be of service?

Well, these heavy dudes

kidnapped my woman.

They're holding her

prisoner in a big mansion

and I'm gonna bust her out.

"Heavy dudes," huh?

Lots of guys with machine

guns, sh*t like that?

Probably.

So, you want us to charge

down the guns, huh?

Death before dishonor,

all that stuff?

No.

I'm the only one that's

gonna get shot at.

What I want from you is a

distraction, so I can get in.

So, what's in it for us?

Leroy tells me that your gang is

the coolest gang in New York.

That's right.

That's the word.

- What did you do last night?

- We didn't do nothin'.

We was here all night.

That's what you call cool, is it?

So tomorrow, if someone

asks you the same question,

you can say,

"We didn't do nothin'."

Or you can say, "We went

out to Long Island"

"and helped this lunatic

storm a fortress."

At the very least you could come and

watch me get my head blown off.

What are your chances?

Fair.

What are your chances of getting

outta here with that jacket on?

Better than average.

Yeah, I'll go along with that.

He wants to drive, let him drive!

- I didn't think you'd get anybody.

- Would you miss this?

- No.

- Exactly.

Hey, yo! Like, be

cool with the clutch!

Hey, Judy, what's going on?

Looks like these guys are gonna

blow up Long Island or something.

- What the hell, let's check it out!

- Yeah, let's go, man!

Go!

Okay, Kemo Sabe. We're set.

It's time for you to do

your Lone Ranger stuff.

Thanks, Rat.

Souvenir.

Good luck, Mick.

Hey, Miguel, there is something

going on outside, man.

There is all this weird howling.

They're only kids, punks.

Go get rid of them.

Don't start shooting at shadows.

We don't want the cops around.

Do we?

Sh*t.

They don't even have

machine guns, man.

Ah!

Yeah, like, he's cool.

That's my man!

What's happening here?

What's going on here?

- I'm in. I'm in. What are we doing?

- What are you, a penguin?

Who are these people?

There he goes.

Damn! He's going in!

Hey. He's going in!

All right!

- What's happening?

- Just some punk kids.

- They set off the alarm.

- Check the house anyway.

Mick.

- Leroy!

- Hey, Mick!

Thought you might need a hand.

It looks like you've already

taken care of business.

Check out this party!

It don't fit.

Where did all these

people come from?

Hey, Leroy. You throw

a great party, man.

Better ask Leroy. He's in

charge of the cavalry.

It's like, curiosity, my man.

Like, the word gets around,

that bad, bad Leroy Brown

got something going down,

they can't stay away.

I mean, with my reputation...

Mick, I gotta split.

Looks like explanation time.

How do you like your eggs, mate?

Over easy. Thanks, Mick.

- Morning, Miss Charlton.

- Morning.

I was assigned to guard

your door. Mick invited me in.

- Morning.

- G'day.

Don't you have a post, mister?

Uh...

Yes, sir.

Do you mind? I'm starving.

Dig right in.

Got a fork? Thanks.

Well, we haven't found Rico yet.

He'll have skipped

the country by now,

but he'll be back.

He has to, you don't walk away

from a $100-million business.

Just how exactly was

Bob involved in this?

He owed us a favor.

Here's the photos Bob took.

We can really stir

things up with these.

Rico blew it when he kidnapped you.

With your help we can

put him away for keeps.

So what happens now?

The first thing is to put you

two into protective custody.

So we go to jail while

Rico walks around free?

No. No, not jail. We'll hide

you away somewhere safe.

You got any ketchup?

Till we get Rico off the streets.

Guys like that should

be just taken out

and shot.

Building across the street!

Roof, I think. Go, go! Move it!

- Is this what you call safe custody?

- I didn't expect it to start so soon.

Yeah, well, maybe you can

protect her, but I know I can.

But not here. Somewhere

I can see 'em coming.

What have you got in mind?

You see, the Northern

Territory is wilderness.

Now, if any of you city folk

went out there and got lost,

you would last about three days.

Gosh!

And you mean you were out there alone

and wounded for 12 days, Mr. Reilly?

- Gator.

- No, I wasn't really alone, you see, I...

I had old Bessie.

And how is old Bessie, Gator?

Mick! You're back!

You're back!

- I missed you. I missed you.

- I know.

Sue! Sue Charlton.

Now, here's another one of

your fellow countrymen.

She's a brilliant New

York journalist.

She was the one that put Walkabout

Creek on the international scene.

Good to see you again, Gator.

- Mick! You old bastard!

- Donk! How are you?

G'day, mate! Bet you've got

some stories to tell, eh?

Have I ever, son. Have I ever.

But not on a dry throat.

- Ida?

- The drinks are on the house.

That's a first!

So what were those New

Yorkers like, Mick?

They were a lot like us,

Nugget. A lot like us.

In fact, I saw Donk's twin

brother over there, in New York,

in the Bronx Zoo.

I don't have a brother.

In a cage, Donk!

- He's still quick, eh?

- Nothing's changed.

Son of a b*tch!

What's stopping you?

- Hey, what's stopping you?

- Donk!

- Cheers, Mick!

- Great to see you, again.

Luis.

Jefe.

It's like they jumped off

the face of the planet.

Nobody knows nothing,

not even the Feds.

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