Dark Age

He needs water.

Okay.

Okay, fella.

Come on.

That's it.

What's on tonight?

Steak.

It's better than the stuff we had last night.

Beans again?

Again.

Numunwari.

Easy-

come on.

Haven't seen you before, have I, mate?

Off you go.

Shit!

Steve to base. Steve to base.

Can you hear me?

Steve, what is it, mate?

Steve to base,

I'm stuck in the Mitchell River.

Seems I'll be here until the level goes down.

Steve, you're breaking up.

We can't hear you.

Can you hear me now?

That's a bit better.

Tell Jackson I am stuck.

I can't make it tonight.

Have you got that?

What about the wench?

No, it's still busted.

Well, you'll just have to sleep

with one of your beloved crocs.

Goes with the job, mate.

We'll radio Jackson to tell him

you won't get there tonight.

Look, just contact him, all right?

Out.

Hey Kalka,

trouble, mate?

Can say that again.

Too much bloody water.

Going up the Malparinka?

You mean swimming?

Right.

Too much flood tonight.

Our camp that way.

You come stay with us, okay?

What about this poor fella?

You get the white, good luck.

Another triple?

Nah, bad luck.

All right, let's go.

You coming?

With the river up like this,

you'll be joking, wouldn't you?

Best time.

You lazy bastards.

Blue.

Going by myself then.

What do you reckon, blue?

He knows what he's doing.

He'll be needing these bloody things I suppose.

Let's go before he backs the truck into me boat.

You sure this is a good idea?

Of course it is.

I don't know.

Want the truck and trailer up on the landing, Jack?

Nah, I'll be back before the tide comes in.

You not poach crocodile tonight.

Oh yeah? Why not?

Tonight's special danger.

Big fellow out there.

Yeah, well, when I want your advice I'll ask for it.

Poor bastard.

Shoulda brought him with us.

Could've used him has bait.

Got him!

Yeah, that's a good size.

Yeah, not bad for the first of the night.

There's a better one.

Here's another one.

He's a big bastard.

Keep it on the eyes.

Jesus, maybe that fella was right.

Shut up.

For Christ's sake, Jack, it's too big.

Leave it alone. Just leave it alone.

It's too big. Beauty.

Hey, what's up?

Get it going, mate.

What?

Jack? You see it?

Give it here.

Okay, let's get out of here.

Shoot it!

Jack! Jack!

I can't swim!

I can't swim, Jack!

Get up.

Here!

Over here!

Over here, you mongrels!

Where them others?

Where that boat.

Sank.

Your fucking crocodiles attacked it.

Proper bad luck.

Been good boat that dingy.

I wasn't going to be there for a day or so.

If it's important, perhaps I should.

Jackson seems to think it's big.

He'll meet you on the pier.

Does garret know?

Not yet, but Jackson will have to reported it

if it's serious.

As long as he stops the repeat of last year's slaughter,

it'll be worth it.

See you Mac.

Out.

Hello.

How are you?

Hey, are these your shells?

What's going on?

Don't know yet.

How'd you go last night?

No problem.

What happened?

Where's your boat?

Where are the others?

How's it going, old man?

Where are Smithy and Reynolds?

Good to see you.

Jack, where are they, mate?

They're dead.

What?

Smithy and Reynolds.

They're both fucking dead.

Killed by one of your crocs!

What were you doing out there last night anyway?

Fishing.

Poaching.

Don't start that again.

We were minding out own business sinking a few and fishing.

Looks like you've done it

well and truly this time, Besser.

Me?

It was that bastard.

It was one of your crocs that did it.

Not me.

Sure and how do they end up

where a croc could get them?

I suppose the poor blokes made you take them out, did they?

I don't have to take this shit from you.

You get the croc.

Two men are dead

and it's your problem.

Come on, Steve.

Cathy?

What are you doing here?

Finishing my studies.

That's good.

I didn't think you'd go on with them.

There's lots of things you don't know.

Still with the department then?

How have you been?

Okay.

Anything wrong?

Nothing's changed, Steve.

It's not often I have a killer croc on my hands.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry.

How long are you gonna stay?

You look terrific.

It's amazing what a bit of peace can do.

It's good to see you.

Will you be here when I get back?

Maybe.

Croc lover!

Oondabund, that crocodile.

I'll have to shoot him.

Finish him.

Him dreaming crocodile, that one.

Important to aboriginal man.

Damn white fellow type finish him.

He finish them.

That proper fair one.

Well I got a problem, Oondabund.

Black fellow ways say, don't kill him.

White man ways say, kill him.

Well you have him your way.

You try kill him.

But you not get him, that one.

Him proper old and smart,

like old people.

Numunwari not hurt you with me here.

That's his name.

Numunwari.

Jesus Christ.

Where is that crocodile, Oondabund?