Crocodile Dundee In Los Angeles Page #7

Cut! And print.

We'll cut when he throws,|so that'll work fine.

- All right!|- Well done, Paul.

[Assistant Director] Listen, everyone,|we do not burn down the castle now.

That will be|a second-unit shot tomorrow.

That means everyone goes home early|and has tomorrow off.

- Whoo! All right!|- Okay, see you all Friday!

First thing!

[ Man ] And you've actually seen|these paintings quite recently.

Yeah, today.

Well, then that makes it easy.|They're fakes.

You can tell that|from the photographs?

Well, normally, no.|But, you see, these Rembrandts...

and this, The Olive Field|by Van Gogh,

unfortunately no longer exist.

During the bombing|of Belgrade by NATO,

the National Art Museum of Serbia|took a direct hit,

burned to the ground along with|the originals of these paintings...

and possibly the finest collection|of old masters in Eastern Europe.

It was a tragedy|for the art world.

Ergo, these must be copies, fakes.

That, um, Belgrade,|is that in Yugoslavia?

- Yeah.|- Where these paintings come from.

What if it wasn't|an accidental bombing...

and someone removed|the paintings first?

Spoils of war?

Maybe I should take a look at these.|Could you take me to them?

That's probably impossible.

But if I could get one of them|and bring it to you and it was real,

that means the rest|are probably real, right?

You must call me the minute|you find one. I have to see them.

- No worries.|- Thank you. Thank you.

- Hey, who drew this?|- Pablo Picasso.

I'm a drinking man myself,|but I've never been that hammered.

This'll be a piece of cake.|I know this lot backwards.

- Wait in the car.|- Uh, Mick?

I was gonna say, "Be careful, "

but I guess that's kind of a dumb thing|to say to someone who hunts crocodiles.

No worries.

Of course the difference|is obvious here,

but on film,|it's a perfect match.

- Isn't it?|- All right, we have the paintings.

Now must we continue with|this stupid movie business bullshit?

You really don't get it, do you?

God is in the details.

These came into the country as|film props. Anyone wants to see them--

"Sorry. We burned them.

Want proof? Go see the movie. "

Dead end. Brilliant.

Carl, we need your help.

Carl, that painting should be covered.

I'll be with you in a moment.

- Then who the hell is that?|- [Milos] Stop him!

After him! Quickly!

Shoot low!|Don't hit the painting!

After him!|Seal off the lot!

- Quick! Hold this! Thanks.|- What?

He ran in here.|Dravos followed him.

Cover all the exits.|Go in and help Dravos flush him out.

[ Whispering ] Shh. I know, I know.|Mick said to wait here.

It's his bust, right?

I know. I was just looking.

How'd you get here anyway?|Who's looking after Mikey?

Miss Mathis,|his teacher from school.

I followed you in her car.

Oh. I'll just keep you on hold.

Ah.

[ Screams ]

Keep you on hold. Ha!|I just come out with them.

- Who is this man? How does he--|- I think he's the monkey guy.

Mick, the guy that trains|the monkey. Same hat.

How would the monkey guy|know about the paintings?

Is he alone?|You better hope he's still alive.

Get in there.

[Man On Walkie-talkie. ]|We're entering stage four.

- We'll flush him your way.|- Roger that.

[Bell Ringing]

[ Laughs ]

[ Moos ]

- [ Farts ]|- Oh!

Shoot low.|We need him alive.

[ Whistles ]

- Watch out...|- [ Screaming ]

for the wall.

He's gone to the jungle set.

There's only one way|in and out of there.

- I'm on it.|- Cover the gate till we get there.

[Leaves Rustling]

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

High five.

[Man On Walkie-talkie ] Stan, copy.|Boss said don't go in there alone.

- Stan? Stan?|- Too late, mate.

Stan!

Oh, sh*t.

Did it, um--

I- It... missed, I think.

I hope.

Hi, Mick.

I know you're still here.

Why don't we stop|playing this silly game?

You can come out and...

join your friends.

I have no more patience for this!

[Mick]|Okay, you win. I'm comin' out.

Just don't make|any sudden moves.

You don't have to be so formal.|We're all friends.

You can... lower your hands.

I can't really lower this one.

- And why is that?|- 'Cause if I put this arm down...

and break eye contact,

he might come down here|and tear you apart.

- Who?|- Fella who lives in there.

Look. Up on the rock.

[ Growling ]

Are you nuts?|Can't kill a lion with a. 38pistol.

- You'll just piss him off.|- [ Growling ]

If you shoot anyone,|they better not bleed.

Lions go berserk|when they smell blood.

If I was you, I'd back up slowly|into that cage.

[ Gulps, Clears Throat ]

Uh, yeah.|Surely, that's a...

tame lion.

Yeah. You could be right.

[ Roaring ]

I shoot you. You bleed.

- I take my chances.|- But he's not your problem.

- It's his missus I'm worried about.|- [ Growling ]

I can't handle her.

She's got PMS, I think.|Can see it in her eyes.

Anyway, you do|what you have to do.

I'm getting in the cage...

before his mother-in-law|comes down.

- No! No!|- [ Roaring ]

- Open the door! Open the door now!|- Give me the gun.

You held a gun to my wife's head.

- Huh?|- That's unforgivable.

- I'm gonna help you lose some weight.|- How?

Virgil's gonna come down here and|bite a big chunk out of your fat ass.

- [ Whimpering ]|- Virgil, lunch!

- [ Roars ]|- Sit!

[ Roars ]

Ah.

If you touch me, I will sue you|for every cent you've got.

Ha! Well, that sounds fair.

Hey, that's about 40 bucks.

[ Laughs ]|It's a fair deal.

Bargain.

And how are you, miss?

- What the hell were you doing in here?|- Well, I had to.

My cell phone went dead,

and I had to come in here|to find a phone to call 911.

You're clever, Sue. I never|would've thought of that.

Yeah, well, that's because|she's a Dundee.

Or she ought to be.

Uh, Jacko, keep an eye on|the goons and, uh, block your ears.

- What?|- Block your ears. Private talk.

No worries, mate.

Uh, I have to tell you this.

I was just really scared|for the first time in my life.

Well, that's okay.|Most people are frightened of lions.

No, not the lions.|They're just hungry.

It's when I saw that goon|with a gun at your head.

That's when I realized|how much I, uh--

You know, um--

Will you marry me?

Well, you do rush into things,|don't you, Mick?

Are you sure it's not|just the romantic setting?

Local experts say the value|of the recovered art...

could run as high|as $300 million.

For the very latest, let's go live|to Marta Waller at the scene. Marta?

Thanks, Hal. Right now|the police are taking...

these priceless paintings|into protective custody.

The woman behind me talking to|the detective is Ms. Sue Charleton,

the Newsday reporter...

who led detectives to the cache|of stolen masterpieces.

However, earlier tonight,

he did tell me he is, in fact,|a known expert in the art world.

Isn't that the guy who had|the skunk on the freeway?

- [ Man Whispers ] Hey, Hal!|- We'll have more as the story unfolds.

Right now|let's go to Malibu...

where last night's downpour|of almost a quarter inch of rain...

resulted in disastrous flooding|and massive mud slides...

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