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with no interest in politics.

Nobody sees Little Gustave.

Except those he means to kill.

- So, what do we do?

- We take our chances.

We leave first thing

in the morning.

Are you looking for something?

- You're a poacher.

- No, I'm a licensed hunter.

I started this expedition to save

Gustave from people like you.

It's a wonder

there are any crocs left.

You may be grateful

for my skills.

We're after a man-eater.

There are more than enough

human beings on this planet.

The crocodile is exceptional,

a creature of far greater value.

You don't seem stupid,

so you must be insane.

This croc cannot be taken alive.

I'll call the whole thing off.

I'll pack up my gear

and send the Americans home

before I allow you

to harm this animal.

Do you understand me?

Sir, I'm only your humble guide.

Not even Gustave can bite

through this reinforced steel.

Once inside, his weight

will activate a pressure plate,

triggering a spring-loaded door.

Dr. Collins has designed this

trap so that no harm can come

to this extraordinary creature...

- Cut! Cut.

- What?

Still a little chipper.

Oh! You know, this is

starting to get abusive.

Dial it down. We're not shooting

a toothpaste commercial.

Not all of us can be

clinically depressed.

Oh, sh*t! There's Gustave!

Oh, sh*t! Sh*t!

I got it right here!

- Funny, man.

- Let's do it again.

I got both of y'all, too.

Aviva, it's Gustave!

It's Gu...

He's waving at you!

These people! It's unbelievable.

Already back in the river

like nothing's happened.

The river's their source of food,

their only water.

- Their life.

- Life is right.

Y'all ever seen Jaws, the movie?

Might wanna check that out.

That to warn the villagers?

They kept him tied out there

as an offering to the croc.

That's not terribly effective.

I'm all for tradition,

but I can't leave him like that.

That is one ugly-ass dog.

Oh, look at you.

Oh.

Hi, little guy.

Don't be scared.

Don't be scared.

Don't be scared.

There's a shaman

who lives near here.

We'll have to ask

for his blessing

if we want the villagers

to help us.

Tonight the feast

is for gratitude, luck.

This is delicious.

What is this?

Nyama ni nyama tu, in Swahili.

It means "all meat is meat".

In other words, don't ask.

- Ooh!

- Bravo.

Thank you.

- He says it's your turn.

- For what?

To perform

one of your native songs.

No, no. We no sing. Drink.

- Eat.

- And eat.

They're staring.

Why did you go and pick

a Negro spiritual?

In Africa?

This is it. I can't believe

you're gonna make me do this.

Good, huh?

Yeah.

You know what?

Let's just remix.

Can you give me a beat?

A one, two, three. Go.

This sh*t is embarrassing.

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