All language subtitles for Crocodile.Dundee.1986.REMASTERED.1080p.BluRay.HEVC.x265.5.1.BONE

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?
- 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 alright?
-Yes.

I'm sorry that Mr. Dundee
isn't here himself to meet you.

But ah... 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 to anyone
who can make Donk spill it.

So tell me, what's the ah,
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, you know.

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 out with 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's 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 mate 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?

Nah. 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.

Alright, 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.

Course, 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.

Yeah. 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... it's...

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 alright.

Yeah, you're probably right,
a man should have an opinion.

-I.. Shh!
-What?

Hmm. Thought I heard something.

No, it's nothing.

Goodnight.

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.

Well, there's no law
against that.

Keep your head down.

Stay here.

Hey. ah, I need a piss.

Hang on. 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 alright. 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 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 alright.

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 alright. 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.

Hey!

Hey!

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.

Goodnight, 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 alright, 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.

Thank you.

Got to pay for the room
in advance, have ya?

You're in my 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, um...
After you... You know.

You figure it out.

See you at seven.

Yeah.

For washing
your backside, right?

G'day.

G'day.

G'day.

G'day.

-G'day.
-Hello.

G'day.

Oh, sorry.

G'day. Oops!

Shit.

-Take it easy, Mick.
-Thanks, mate.

-Bye.

-G'day.
-Yes, sir.

Good evening.
Follow me, please.

-Hello.

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 brought
some friends.

Follow me, please.

Thank you.

You know I had almost forgotten

what a sexy-looking lady
you are.

I'm 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

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.

E stato
piacere arivederti.

Bravissimo. Lei parla motto
bene Italiano.

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 alright.

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 there that 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.

-Goodnight.
-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.

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.

Cut 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.

Alright! Hang loose, my man.

Flat out like a lizard drinking.

Say what?

What?

He's cool.

Yeah. I'm cool. I'm cool.

Alright!

Alright.

Where the hell
did I leave the cab?

Don't know.

You wait here
until I go look for it, mate.

Righto, mate.

Fuck.

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 ♪

Senor Mick?

Ah.

The towels for Senor Mick.

Is that you, Rosita?

Just leave the spare
towels on the bed, will you?'

Much-o gracias, love.

Si, Senor Mick.

Struth!

Um... Hey, listen, uh...

Rosita, uh...

I was only being friendly.

You know, I didn't mean, um...

Your towels, Senor 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!

♪ I can't believe
That you're alone in here ♪

♪ Let me warm your hands
Against the cold ♪

♪ A close encounter
With a hard hearted man ♪

♪ Who never gave
Half of what he got ♪

♪ Has made you wish
That you'd never been born ♪

♪ That's a shame
"Cause you got the lot ♪

♪ Hey, yeah you,
With the sad face ♪

♪ Come up to my place
And live it up ♪

♪ You beside the dance... ♪

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're going to
have to overcome this

-country boy shyness, Dundee.
-Hi.

Yeah.

♪ It's a different world ♪

♪ But the heat's the same ♪

♪ Head to New York City ♪

♪ Yeah you know my name ♪

♪ Know my name ♪

♪ The places I'm needed ♪

♪ What more could I ask for? ♪

♪ Oh baby there's something ♪

♪ One day I might get there ♪

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 a word to you.

Mick! Get stuffed!

Very good.

How you getting on
with the New Yorkers, Mick?

Oh, bonza 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 while longer.

He wants me to take care
of things around here.

Walkabout pub.

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 alright?

I'm always alright
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.

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 awake.

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 lots of newspapers.

Thank you, Gus.

Thank you.

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.

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! I didn't think you'd
make it this evening.

Wendell,
it's wonderful 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 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 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.
- Couldn't be happier.

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?

Think it's 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 gonna marry Richard.

Tell him don't leave.
She's not gonna marry Richard.

Don't leave.
I'm not gonna 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!