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Post by Trihunter » Tue Jan 08, 2019 11:36 am

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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!
This giant crocodile came up,
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.
Yeah, I thought you might be.
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.
Anyhow, enough about me leg.
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, shit-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.
Oh, sorry about that.
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.
He reckons it makes me more
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.
Now, I'm going to leave you
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
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!
Shit!
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 shit 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 shit.
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.
Would you mind?
Bloody Wally.
He's only been here a dozen times.
He's probably lost.
Did you, uh...
You got wind or something, Wal?
I want Mick to come back
to New York with me.
Mick? In a big city?
No chance.
Paper would pay.
Well, a man should
broaden his horizons.
Everything Okay?
Oh, yeah. No worries.
Jesus Christ!
Sue!
Sue!
Sue.
G'day, mate!
You look absolutely stunning.
- Welcome home.
- Thanks.
Here, let me get this.
Oh...
Where's the man from the backwoods?
Oh, God. We got
separated in customs.
He almost started a riot
when they wanted to look
through his suitcase.
Ah, there he is.
So, that's Jungle Jim.
New York City, Mr. Dundee.
Home to seven million people.
That's incredible.
Imagine seven million people
all wanting to live together.
Yep. New York must be the
friendliest place on earth.
G'day!
Mick Dundee from
Australia. How are you?
I'm fine. How are you? I think...
Good. Just came down
for a couple of days.
Probably see you around.
Fine. We went from there...
I don't know, I think...
Thank you, Gus.
- You'll take care of the luggage?
- Yes, sir.
That's it.
Hey. Thanks for the lift, mate.
No problem.
What tribe are you, Gus?
Tribe?
Man, I ain't from no tribe.
You're a black feller, aren't you?
Last time I looked.
No one in our tribe's got
a flash car like this.
You must be doing all right, eh?
I'll get a cab back to the office.
Do you want to eat
somewhere special tonight?
Well, I thought
Tucano's would be nice.
Tucano's. 7:30?
Mmm. Great.
- Bye.
- Okay.
Table for three.
Sir?
No worries.
Well, what do you think?
Oh, it's a bit rough,
but I'll manage.
Hey, how many of us
are staying here?
Just you.
I've got my own apartment downtown.
Oh, sorry, Mick Dundee.
I didn't catch the name.
- Angelo.
- Pleased to meet you, Angelo.
I got it. Here you go.
Got to pay for the room
in advance, have we?
You're in m town now, trust me.
Yeah. Can I get the direct
dialing code for Australia?
You should be comfortable.
Everything's here.
There's a TV if you get bored.
Ah, television.
Yeah, I saw that at Darkie
Johnson's place years ago.
Yep, that's what I saw.
Right. Okay, thanks.
So, I'm writing down Wally's
number and my office number.
Hey, Sue, come here, look at this!
Some nitwit's put two
dunnies in here.
One dunny, one bidet.
- Bidet?
- Mmm.
It's for... After you... You know.
You figure it out.
See you at seven.
Yeah.
For washing your backside, right?
G'day.
G'day.
G'day.
- Hello.
- G'day.
G'day.
Sorry.
G'day. Ooops!
Shit.
- Take it easy, Mick.
- Thanks, mate.
- Ta.
- Bye.
- G'day.
- Yes, sir.
Good evening. Follow me, please.
- Hello.
- Um.
Sorry we're late.
- Been waiting long?
- Oh, I arrived early,
eager to spend time with my girl.
So, what are we drinking?
Uh, two vodka martinis,
and what's yours, crocodile?
Yeah, I'll have two of
those, and a beer, thanks.
Could you send them through
to our table, Matt?
You have been here awhile.
Let's eat.
Now this will be quite a
novelty for you, Mick.
Eating something without
having to kill it first.
Shall we?
- Ah, Roberto.
- Good evening, Mr. Mason.
I can see you got some
friends. Follow me, please.
Thank you.
You know I had almost forgotten
what a sexy-looking lady you are.
I'll gonna have to find a
way of keeping you in town.
Oh, I think we can
work something out.
Really? Yes, what?
Listen, uh, you two
should really be alone.
Sorry, Mick. It's just that we haven't
seen each other in six weeks.
Well, that's all the more reason...
Oh, there's no way I'd leave you alone
on your first night in New York.
Richard and I want you with us.
Right. Absolutely.
Ah, New York is no place
for a country gent.
I mean, ain't no crocodiles out
there, but a fast-moving Chevy
sure make a mess of you.
What's your game?
Great. I'm starving.
Ha ha! Grazie, Roberto.
Thank you. Um, perhaps I should
order for all of us, right?
I mean, I don't imagine
that they have any...
Kangaroo steak or possum grits!
Oh, don't worry about Mick.
He can make a gourmet meal
out of just about anything.
Even medium-rare goanna.
It was great, wasn't it, eh?
And what about the yams?
Oh, yes. They were great.
Well, that's...
That's wonderful.
As he's our guest,
perhaps he'd like to
order for all of us.
Oh, wait a minute. I'll do that.
No, it's... It's all right.
I'll have a lash.
- Italian, eh?
- Yes.
I don't know what you call it,
but I'd like to look at that dish
out there the big fat
sheila's eating.
Richard!
He okay?
Can't handle his drink, poor fella.
He said you hit him.
You're not in the pub
at Walkabout Creek now.
- He was being a pain.
- That's beside the point.
You're not serious about
this lemon, are you?
Butt out, Dundee!
He had a little too much to drink.
Richard is warm, caring,
and I love him, okay?
- Excuse me.
- What?
I think I'm going to throw up.
God.
- You want a hand?
- No. I can handle it.
I'm fine.
Listen, we've got a busy day
tomorrow, so get some sleep.
I'll pick you up early.
- Good night.
- Good night.
- I think you better take me to the boozer.
- Boozer?
Don't know that one.
Pub. You know, somewhere
to get a drink.
- Want to join me?
- I just finished my shift. Why not?
- Fancy a drink, do you?
- You kidding? I'm Italian.
I'd drink you under the
table any day, my friend.
Well, that could be interesting.
No, I'm not putting down
your black widow spider,
but the funnel-web spider can
kill a man in eight seconds,
just by looking at him.
Of course, the real danger down
there is the sharks, though,
the big ones, you know, like Jaws?
I caught one down there
about three weeks ago.
Got it opened. Know what
we found inside it?
Three Filipino fishermen...
- Still in their boat.
- Hey, buzzy!
Come on over, meet this
guy from Australia.
Hey, my man, what's happening?
Uh, where?
What's goin' down, bro?
Goin' down? Ah, yeah. Just
blowing the froth off a couple.
All right! Hang loose, my man.
- Flat out like a lizard drinking.
- Say what?
What?
He's cool.
Yeah. I'm cool. I'm cool.
All right!
All right!
He's a nice fellow.
Here's my little
Italian mate, Danny.
Just in time to buy
another round, too, mate.
What are you drinking, Gwendoline?
Ah, no more for me. Thanks, Mick.
I must be getting on home.
Oh.
Where's, uh...
Where's home, sweetie?
Just around the corner.
I have a little place where
I live all by my lonesome.
Not now.
- Most of the time, that is.
- Oh.
Must, uh...
Must get a bit lonely, eh?
Hanker for a bit of,
uh, male company?
Do I ever.
Hey, come here.
Uh, excuse me, Gwendoline.
Don't go away, love.
I have been trying to
tell you all night.
That girl, she's a guy.
Huh?
A man dressed up as a girl.
Nah.
A fag, for Christ's sakes!
I swear.
Oh!
Hey... That was a guy.
A guy dressed up like
a sheila. Look at that.
Hey, you all knew,
you pack of bastards.
Hey! Ah!
Where the hell did I leave the cab?
Don't know.
You wait here until I
go look for it, mate.
Righto, mate.
G'day, girls.
Mick Dundee from Australia.
Looking for a good time, honey?
Always looking for a good time.
Are either of you ladies attached
or married or anything like that?
No. We're both single ladies.
This is Karla. I'm Simone.
Where you from, honey?
I'm from Walkabout Creek
in the Northern Territory.
You probably don't
know where that is.
Hey. I do.
You're the guy I've been
reading about in the paper,
the "Crocodile Man."
I've been reading about
him in the paper.
He's like a regular Tarzan.
Wrestles crocodiles, eats snakes.
Is this your first
trip to New York?
First trip anywhere.
Well, hell.
We might just have to
give you one for free.
Yeah.
One what?
Huh.
Ah, maybe we could take in a movie
or, you know, go to a dance or...
Hey, girls, girls.
Are we working tonight
or are we socializing?
Hey, pal.
I was just talking to the ladies
and making a bit of progress.
Are you going to talk all night, my
man, or you going to screw one of them?
Listen, I'm sorry about that,
but if you stand around out the
front of a place like this,
you're going to hear that
kind of bad language.
I should've been home hours ago.
Nice chatting to you, ladies.
Hey, come on, Dan. You're
in no condition to drive.
Hop in, mate.
That's why you have so many
accidents over here...
The steering wheel's on the
wrong side of the car.
Get out of the way, dopey!
Get on the right side of
the road, you pelican!
If I give my heart to you
Then I'll have none
and you'll have two
Seor Mick?
Ah.
The towels for Seor Mick.
Is that you, Rosita?
Just leave the spare towels
on the bed, will you?
Muchas gracias, love.
Si, Seor Mick.
Struth!
Um... Hey, listen, uh...
Rosita, uh...
I was only being friendly.
You know, I didn't mean, um...
Your towels, Seor Mick.
Oh. Phew.
For a minute there, um...
Room service took on
a whole new meaning.
One dog, please.
With chili, onions,
sauerkraut, and some peppers.
There you go.
You eat that?
Well, you know, you can live on
it, but it tastes like shit.
My bag!
Somebody stop him!
Thief! Thief!
Hey, Mick!
How you doing, baby?
It's me, Simone!
Oh, yeah, Simone.
Having a good time?
As always.
Nice girl.
Thoughtful, too...
- Dancing with her father.
- Hmm.
You'll have to overcome this
- country boy shyness, Dundee.
- Hi.
Yeah.
Oh, there's someone
I want you to meet.
Ah! Sue, darling! You're back.
How wonderful.
Fran, how are you?
Couldn't be better.
Tell me, who's the new man?
This is the man I'm writing
about, Mick Dundee.
Oh!
Something the matter, darling?
Oh!
Hi. Pleased to meet you.
It's okay. He's Australian.
Maybe I'd better go there someday.
Oh, darling, I'm so
glad you could come.
Excuse me.
Ah. Just making sure.
Right.
I'll get us a drink.
It's good shit.
What's up, pal? Got a
blocked nose, have you?
Blocked nose. Right.
There's a better way
of doing it than that.
Better way, huh?
Yep.
It's the way we do it back home.
It really fixes us up.
Now, boil the water,
get the steam going. Right.
Put your face right over that.
And the old tea towel
over your scalp.
Put your head right down onto that.
Breathe it in real deep.
Ten minutes of that, you'll be
clear as a bell. No worries.
Get into it.
That will do it.
You know, Mick, that was probably
a couple hundred dollars'
worth of cocaine.
What's that?
Oh. It's a drug. You sniff it.
What for?
Well, to get a buzz.
What, like shoving a
blowfly up your nose?
Got the photo, Mick.
I look great.
Yeah.
Ida sends love.
Wait a minute. Donk wants
to have a word to you.
Mick! Get stuffed!
Very good.
How you getting on with
the New Yorkers, Mick?
Oh, bonzer people.
Friendly, full of beans,
but, uh, a bit weird.
Well, that's the joys of traveling.
Uh. When are you coming home, mate?
Well, if you can manage,
Wal, I'd like to stay a while.
Oh, yeah. No troubles at all.
Wouldn't have anything to do with
a certain lady writer, would it?
Yeah, well,
to start with, she's a
better kisser than Donk.
You little beauty.
Keep in touch.
Yeah. No worries, Wal. Ta-ta.
Come on, Wal, what'd he say?
Well, he wants to stay there
a little while longer.
He wants me to take
care of things here.
You got a light, buddy?
Yeah. Sure, kid. There you go.
And your wallet.
Mick, give him your wallet.
- What for?
- He's got a knife.
That's not a knife.
That's a knife.
Shit!
Just kids having fun.
Are you all right?
I'm always all right when
I'm with you, Dundee.
God, that sounds corny.
Why do you always make me feel
like Jane in a Tarzan comic?
That's what we ran while
you were down under.
Sorry. Can't seem to
get my mind in gear.
Sue, when you were away,
I, uh... I did some thinking.
It's time I made
some concrete plans.
Are you building a freeway
or proposing to the finest
catch in New York state?
Hello, young lady. Been
reading your articles.
It seems you've been
tripping all over the world,
enjoying yourself at our expense.
Well, I'd like to think you're
getting your money's worth.
Hi, Dad.
You got a kiss for the old man?
Thank God you're home safe.
Have you told Sue about Sunday?
Oh, I was just about to.
You're coming out to the weekend
house for a welcome home dinner.
But, right now, I want
Richard to explain
how he runs this newspaper
better than I do
when I'm away.
By all means, bring along
this, uh, Crocodile Dundee.
Him, I've got to meet.
I thought you said your
dad sells newspapers.
Oh, well...
He sells a lot of newspapers.
Thank you, Gus.
Oh, hell. The dogs are out.
Mick.
Nice to see you again,
Miss. Mr. Mason.
Good to see you looking
so fit and well.
Simpson, Mr. Dundee.
Nice to meet you, Simo.
Call me Mick.
Mick.
Ahem. Your father's
expecting you, Miss.
He's waiting with his
guests in the lounge.
Oh, excuse me.
- Hi, pumpkin.
- Hi, Dad.
- Richard.
- Good to see you.
And this of course is Mr. Dundee.
Yep.
I believe I'm deeply in your debt
for saving my daughter's life.
Well, um... Buy me a cold beer,
and we'll call it quits.
Nice joint you got here.
Well, it keeps the
rain off our heads.
Come. I want you to
meet some people.
Patricia, a drink for Mr. Dundee.
Oh, my God, look who's here.
- My Dawn.
- How are you?
Dorothy and Wendell
Wainwright. From Australia.
- Oh.
- Nice to meet you, Wendell.
Mick. Have a drink.
Thank you.
Are you involved in
cattle, Mr. Dundee?
Yeah. Mostly buffaloes.
- Oh.
- Do you breed them?
No, I just toss them.
And how are you finding New York?
- Bit of a lunatic asylum, eh?
- Oh.
That's why I love it,
'cause I fit right in.
if you'll excuse me, I'd like Mick
to say hello to Senator Manly.
That's a good idea.
- It was nice meeting you.
- See you later.
Seems like a personable fellow.
What a strange gentleman.
Nice people.
Dorothy's fine now, but she
used to be really uptight.
What happened?
She found a wonderful shrink.
Psychiatrist.
I shouldn't have made that crack
about the lunatic asylum.
Didn't know she was nuts.
Of course, she's not nuts.
People go to a psychiatrist
to talk about their problems.
She just needed to unload them.
You know, bring them
out in the open.
Hasn't she got any mates?
You're right. Guess we
could all use more mates.
I suppose you don't have any
shrinks at Walkabout Creek?
No. Back there, if you got
a problem, you tell Wally.
And he tells everyone in town,
brings it out in the
open, no more problem.
Richard! You could
make it this evening.
Wendell, good to see you.
And I don't believe I
know your daughter.
- Oh, stop it!
- Oh, Richard!
Ladies and gentlemen.
Friends. Welcome home, Sue.
As... As you can see, we're
all glad to have you back.
Of course, no one more than I.
I guess everyone in this room
knows how this beautiful lady
and I I feel about each other.
Sue's come back to us,
delivered, literally, out
of the jaws of death
by our new-found friend,
Mr. Michael J. Dundee.
A man... A man to whom
I am doubly indebted.
Of course, not only did he bring
back to me the woman that I love,
but he managed to
increase the circulation
of the newspaper in the process.
You know, uh...
Sam said to me earlier,
"You're her editor."
"Can't you stop her from taking
all these dangerous assignments?"
Well, quite obviously, I have
not had a great deal of success
influencing her as her editor.
Perhaps I'll have more
success as her husband.
- If she'll have me.
- Oh, Richard.
Congratulations.
It's a pleasure having
you here to share this.
Well done. Well done.
Thank you very much. I couldn't
have done it without your help.
Sweetheart?
I'll get in the back, Gus.
To the hotel, Mick?
Yeah, Gus, by way
of a liquor store.
For medicinal purposes.
Thanks, mate.
Hey, you take care, now.
Hey, buddy.
Get it into you, pop.
God bless you. You
saved my life, really.
Hey, Simone.
You want some action?
Uh, I thought you
were somebody else.
Well, if it ain't the
man who don't like
bad fucking language
in front of ladies.
What's the matter, Aussie boy?
You going to make like a
kangaroo and hop away?
Time for a little tap dance.
You okay, Mick?
Oh, yeah, Gus. No worries.
I was just getting on top of them.
You sure you're not
Pintinjarra tribe?
No, man. Harlem Warlords.
I knew you were tribal.
Mick Dundee's room, please.
I'm sorry. He's still
not answering.
Uh, he called down this morning
to say he was checking out today.
We're going to miss
him around here.
Thanks.
Thank you, sir.
G'day, Irving. How are you, mate?
Oh, yeah. I wouldn't
be dead for dollars.
Close.
Are you leaving us, Mick?
You going back home?
Ah, no. I thought I'd go Walkabout.
Huh?
Wander around,
take a look at America.
For how long?
Long as it takes.
What's the quickest
way out of town?
Well, if you're looking
for adventure,
there's a subway two
blocks that way.
It'll take you to Grand
Central Station.
That'll do. Uh...
Have a nice day, Oiving.
Uh, no worries, mate.
- Morning, Miss.
- Morning.
Are you sure you know
what you're doing?
No, but it will come to me.
Incidentally, Miss, if you're
looking for Crocodile Mick,
he's gone walkabout.
I don't suppose you know where?
Yeah. He's headed for the
subway two blocks down.
You'd better hurry.
Mind this for me.
Oh, Christ.
Hey, lady, where you going?
If you want to play, why
don't you play with me?
Mick!
Mick Dundee!
- Ooowweee!
- What's up, lady?
I got to talk to that
man down the end.
The one in the black hat.
Hey!
Lady here wants to talk to
the guy in the black hat!
Hey, fella!
You in the hat!
The lady down the end
wants to see you!
What does she want?
What does she want?
What do you want?
Tell him not to leave.
I'm not going to marry Richard.
Tell him don't leave. She's
not going to marry Richard.
Don't leave. I'm not
going to marry Richard.
Why not?
I don't know.
Why not?
Why not?
Tell him I love him.
I love you!
I love ya!
I love ya! I love ya!
She loves me.
Well?
Um, tell her I...
I'll tell her meself.
I'm coming through.
He's coming through!
He's coming through!
It's too crowded. We're
jammed in like sheep.
Up, up, up.
Coming through!

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Re: New Era 2 RLW: Yacare vs Rack-em-up Old Printer: F Word Edition

Post by V900 » Sun Jan 13, 2019 1:11 am

put my opponent in the DUMPSTER epic style

also rack em up and the new era 1 were both made by asbe, so i think i have the advantage here
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