Crocodile Dundee In Los Angeles Page #2

Would you like to say hello|to your grandson? Okay. Hang on.

Hey, Mikey.|Come say hi to Grandpa.

Hi, Grandpa.

Pretty good, yeah.

- [ Sighs ]|- So, what's new?

Oh, Tom Zetland-- he ran|the L. A. bureau of Dad's paper--

was just killed|in a car accident.

- What, was he a mate of yours?|- Actually, no.

But the thing is, Mick, Dad is now|pleading with me to take his place...

while he looks|for a permanent replacement.

What you're sayin' is your dad wants|you to go work for him in Los Angeles.

Mm.

For how long?

Well, I told him I might|fill in for a few weeks.

Well, tell me this, if we lived|over there in the city,

- would you take the job then?|- Oh, sure.

I mean, I was raised|by a newspaperman,

and, well, I don't know, I guess|it just gets in your blood.

That settles it then.|Take the job.

At least for the rest of the year.|Me and Mikey'll go with you.

- You're kidding?|- No. Good for him. Help him decide.

Decide?

- Your dad owns a newspaper, right?|- Mm-hmm.

You're his only child. Someday|Mikey's gonna have to decide.

Does he want to be an assistant|crocodile wrangler...

or the owner|of a big-city newspaper?

That's a tough one.|And the travel will be good for him.

Remember how my trip|to New York...

sort of opened my eyes|to the ways of the world?

Made me a lot more--|What's the word?

- Sophisticated?|- Yeah.

By the way, Mick, what are|you doing with that awful trap?

You're not going to use that|on some poor animal?

No, I'm lending it to Donk.

Some mongrel's been sneaking|into the pub at night...

and knocking off his grog.

[ Chuckles ]|Stealing Donk's beer, well,

- I guess they deserve to be mangled.|- Yeah.

Well, what about you, Mikey?|What do you think?

How would you like to live|in California for a while?

- They have earthquakes there, right?|- Well, yeah, they have had.

Cool.

I thought you might say that.|You're gonna have lots of fun.

Actually, you're the one|I'm worried about.

No, I'm fine.

Um, Mick, I seem to remember|after a few weeks in New York...

you did get pretty antsy.

Yeah, a bit antsy.

Mm, that's what I love about you, Mick.|You're always so unselfish.

No worries.

# Yeah #

# Yeah|Dance, dance, dance, dance#

## [ Woman Vocalizing,|Indistinct ]

[Mick ] Beverly Hills, eh?|Home to the movie stars.

A lot of 'em, yep.

You're not in show business,|are ya?

- No, I'm in the tourism game myself.|- Hey, so am I.

When I'm out driving this.|Actually, though, I'm a writer-actor.

Just, you know, drive the limo|between gigs. Make a lot of connections.

Had Tom Arnold in the car|this morning.

Tom Arnold?

Oh, wife probably knows who he is.|She's- She's in the newspaper business.

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