Crocodile Dundee Page #4

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?

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