All language subtitles for Frog Dreaming

- G'day, Cody.
- Hi.

- I think he's gonna go for it.

- You reckon?
- Wanna tell the boys?

- Who's going where?

- Young Cody Walpole. He's
on his way up to the station.

- Nah.

- I think he's gonna go for it.

- Hi, Cody!

- Sergeant Ricketts?

He what?

- Wow, you really gonna do it?
- Yeah!

- It's a Railway Bike.

- Idiot!

- Where you going?
- Wait for us!

- Cody, this is stupid.

They wont let you to
do it for starters.

- You got a hairpin?

- You
wanna borrow?

- Thanks.

- Is he gonna bust his face?
- Shut up!

- Hey, Cody,
the school in three minutes.

can't do
it in that time.

- Are you ready?

- Seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one, go!

- Mr. Heavy, can we
come with you?

- Come on, come on.

- One minute, thirty.

- He's got no hope!

30 seconds to go!

15 seconds to go!

Good going, Cody!

- There's no brakes!

There's no brakes!

- Come on, you can do it!

He made it!

- There's no brakes!

- Bloody hell!

- Oh no!

Ow!

- Don't know
where he is!

- That was fantastic.
- Thanks.

- Cody, you all right?

- Yeah.

- That was really dumb.

Wouldn't have been so
dumb if the brakes

hadn't packed up.

- What are you trying to prove?

Do you think I enjoy seeing
you just about get killed?

- Oh no.

- Son, every time that brain
of yours starts punching

out data, public property
is in danger, women cry

and dogs bark.

What do you try, stay up
late at night trying to think

up ways to make a
peanut of yourself?

- No.
- No.

- He was just trying to get
from the station to school

in three minutes.

- Does your father
know you're here?

And where are they.

- Where are who?

- The people from the
Guinness Book of Records.

There must be some kind of
prize for raging idiocy.

- He's not an idiot, he's the
smartest kid I know.

And he was only trying to
get to school a bit quicker.

- A bit quicker, a bit
faster, a bit higher,

a bit deeper, where's it
all gonna end?

A bit deader.

Listen, hotshot, you're
gonna finish up compost

if you don't hang up your sneakers
and keep your nose clean.

- Keep my nose clean?

- Next time you're planning
to do something, don't.

No more rocket bar roller
skates, no more homemade

hand grenades, there's
no more parachuting off

the war memorial,
have you got it?

- Yeah, I got it.

- Dad's gonna freak.

- You cake hole shut or
I'll put mashed spiders

on your toothbrush.

- Yuck, that's sick, Wendy.

What were you doing?

About 100 miles an hour?

- About half that.

- 50!

- The point is, is it's
against the law, Gaz.

- What, to do what you and I
were doing when we were kids?

- Aye, but you and I
didn't make railway bikes

and gyro copters.

- Only because we
weren't smart enough.

- You know what I oughta do?

- What?

- Oughta bolt on a two stroke.

Then I can make it
back up the hill.

- Cody.

- Motorcycle would be better.

Big Harley hog.

- You wanna keep the kid,
the kid wants to keep you,

but if he gets killed,
well, the welfare people

aren't gonna give you
permanent custody, are they?

- So?
- Well, so talk to him!

- We talk all the time.

- Well, tell him...

Just tell him to be careful.

- What you doing tomorrow?

- I don't know, why, do you
wanna knock around or something?

- Don't know.

Hey, you wanna have a
picnic or something?

- Yeah, a picnic!
- Picnic?

- You know, put some food in a
bag and go out in the bush.

- Ah, a hike.

- We can go exploring.

I'll make Chicken sandwiches-

- And I'll get some cigarettes.

- I'll meet you here
at eight o'clock, okay?

- Yeah, all right.

- See you then!
- All right, eight o'clock,

see you!

- I see.

Yes, for July the seventh.

14,617.

Would you keep it down in there?

I'm on the phone.

- Jane, , don't you
ever, ever do that again,

do you understand?

Where have you two been anyway?

- We were at the train
station and Cody--

- Mum, where's the
peanut butter?

- Behind the kitchen
on the bottom shelf.

I don't think children
should be hanging around

the railway yard.

It's how your Uncle
Lester lost his leg.

Bindi, what are you doing?

- Making sandwiches
for tomorrow.

- What did they do with it?

- Do what, dear?
- Uncle Lester's leg.

- Jane!

- I mean, did he get to keep it?

- Oscar.

Oscar!

- What is it, Lois?

- It's that noise again.

It's a poltergeist.

- Poltergeist?

Lois, it's just the wind.

- But

There isn't any wind.

- Well, it's just the not wind.

- The not wind?

- Yeah. Listen.

Hear that?

- Yes.

- That's the not wind.

Gets pretty loud
on a still night.

It's like the not light.

- You mean, dark?

- Exactly.

- Hello?

Is anyone home?

My name is Cody Walpole!

Wendy Cannon's a fox!

- C'mon, Jane.

Cody!

Sorry we're late,.

- Where are we going?

- How about Devil's Knob?
- Where's that?

- Haven't been
there since I was a kid.

- Who cares
where it is? Sounds ace!

- How far?
- I don't know.

- Hey,
wait for me!

- Hello, anybody
there, hello!

Ah, you hear the river?

- Yeah! - It's
somewhere over there.

- We'll race
to the end, go!

- Well, there
it is, just down there.

- Uh, Cody?

I just told mum we were
going to the park.

- Well, Devil's Knot's a
national park.

- There could
be anything out there.

God, there could even be
dinosaurs or a lost tribe

of black fellas, or--
- Or ticks.

- No, no ticks.

Just leeches.

- Look at it.

I'll bet we're the first
people ever to come here.

- Stupid, this is
where all the black fellas

used to live,
right, Code?

- No, blacks never come
anywhere near Devil's Knob.

- Why not?

- Whole area's full
of frog dreamings.

- Frog droppings?
- Dreamings, frog dreamings.

Like sacred sites.

They call it the
dummy ground.

- Why don't they
come near it?

- I don't know, blacks
got a lot of funny ways.

All I know is they'd
go 50 miles off course

to avoid a
frog dreaming.

- You mean it's like
haunted, with black ghosts?

- Don't know, never been
here before.

- Well now you tell us!

Let's go back.

- Aww, come on,
Wendy, I just wanna see

what's down here.

- Yeah, come on!

Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit!

- 80 cool then I
go, you wouldn't know cool

if it bit you on the--

- So you wanna come to a dance?

- When?

- Ah, this Friday
at the church hall.

- I don't know,
I'll have to ask.

How will we get there?

- Gaza said he'll take us.

- Cody!

- I better meet you there,
save a lot of hassle

with mum and dad.

- I got one!

Look, a Witchetty grub!

- Aw, it's a nice one,
you gonna eat him?

- Ew, don't make me barf.

- They're good,
tastes like nuts.

You don't eat him,
I'll eat him.

- You will not,
he's mine.

- Let's
go up this way.

- Cody, what time do you
have to go to bed at night?

- My Gaza's
a pretty cool guy.

- Yeah, you're lucky.

- Lets me do
pretty much what I want.

- How come you
stayed with Gaza after

your parents were killed?
- Jane!

You shut up?

- Nobody to go back
to in the states anyway.

And besides, he was my
dad's best friend and all.

- I'm sorry, we
shouldn't have brought it up.

- Look, a pond!

- Somebody's
been camping here.

- Yuck, what's that smell?

- Probably your breath
blowing back into your face.

Neville.

Neville?

- Who's Neville.

- Old bloke I know.

Stay here, I'm gonna
look around.

Neville?

Neville?

- Wendy, look, fish,
fish!

Yuck, they look
like sex.

- Those aren't fish, stupid,
they're tadpoles, baby frogs.

- You mean like those frogs
that dream around here.

- Kooey?

- Hey, have you
ever kissed Cody?

- Whack off!
- Well, have you?

- No!
- Would you?

- I don't know.

- Yuck.

- Neville?

Stupid girls.

- Jane!

- Cody!

- Watcha doin'
out here?

- God, that was the coolest
thing I've ever seen!

- How we get back?

- Have to swim.

Come on in, it's nice!

- No way Jose.

Where there's tadpoles, there's
frogs, and where there's

frogs, there's snakes.

- Ooh, snakes.
- You'll have to pull us in,

Cody, please?

- Okay.

- What's a matter?

- Something down there.

Like Neville's bald head.

- Holy shit!

- You mean he's down there?

- I don't know what it was.

Let's get out of here.

- Hurry, Cody,
faster, hurry up!

- I'm hurrying!

- This is one of them,
isn't it?

- One of what?

- Frog dreaming.

Come on Cody,
please, faster!

- You know
how to swim!

- Come on, Cody!

- Gee, this place
is weird.

- What's that noise?

- What noise?

- That noise.

- Neville?

Neville, is that you?

- This track doesn't lead
anywhere, chief.

- There was a lot of mining up
around here in the old days.

- Yeah, just the other
side of that hill.

- What do you know about
this fella, Neville?

- He's from Sydney.

He spends his holidays up
here, lives off the land.

- Bit of a
derelict, was he?

- No, he said he
was a dentist.

- A dentist?

This wouldn't be
your twisted idea

of a bit of a giggle,
would it?

- No sir.

- So you just happened to
come all the way up here

to a pond that nobody's
ever heard of,

not even on the map?

And low and behold,
who do you bump into

but your friend the
dentist, dead, no less.

Hey Don!

You sure you don't have
a pond up this way?

- I've been over this district
a dozen times in the chopper.

There's no
ponds up here.

Funny, it's not
on the map.

- There's something
in that bloody pond.

- Jane, language.

- What were you doing up there?

- Just exploring.

- You told me you were going
for a picnic in the park>

- We did, it's the Devil's
Cock national park.

- Knob!
- Yeah, Devil's Knob.

- Is that your friend
Cody's idea of a joke?

- No, look, we didn't do
anything wrong.

- Wrong? You call lying to your
mother and getting mixed up

with the police nothing?

We didn't have these problems
until Cody Walpole, did we?

You know where you two are
going to spend the rest

of your holidays, don't you?

- No, where?

- Exactly.

- Anything in there?

- Nothing with an address.

Couple of empty
bottles of Steam.

- Well, his ticker
probably quit.

Alcohol really
buggers the ticker.

Let's get outta here.

- Hey, sarge, have
a look at this.

See how there's been
waves washed up?

- What do you
reckon, chief?

- Wind comes down this
valley like a freight train,

kicks up a lot of chop.

- Chop two foot high.

- What's your
explanation, son?

- Don't know.

There were a bunch of big
bubbles coming out of the centre

of the pond, same direction
Neville was facing.

- Don, I want you to come
out here tomorrow and post

some keep out signs,
I don't want people

camping around here.

What's up, Don, you're
a bunyip stew, eh?

- You feel it?
- Yeah, I do, what is it?

- Don't know, but I felt
it once before.

While we were up in the
high plane hunting pig.

Suddenly, it was like
we walked into someplace

we shouldn't have been.

We got out of there fast.

Turned out it was an
old abo burial ground.

Weird.
- Yeah, if! never

come up here again, it'll
be about one day too soon.

Let's go, Cody!

- It was horrible, his
eye sockets were kind of

fixed on the pond, like he'd
seen something out there.

- Well, I reckon something
must have scared him real bad.

We felt it too,
didn't we, mate?

Like we oughta get out
of there real quick.

- Yeah, and Lorry reckons
he's been losing sheep

up in the table land.

- What's that gotta bloody
do with anything, ya pillock?

- Don't know, but it kinda
makes you think though, eh?

- Yeah.

- Gee, that's bad
luck about Neville.

- Yeah, it was
pretty horrible.

Looked like he'd been
fishing, then, I don't know.

Sergeant Ricketts said his
heart packed up or something.

- Well, when you've
gotta go, go fishing.

Hey, shut your.

Ta-da!

Now, is that as flash as
a rat with a gold tooth?

- All right!

- You and that pucker
lady of yours stay out of

the backseat, you here?

- Geeze, I'm only 14.

Bit rich.

- Yeah, that's why you and I
are putting in a new carbie.

- Gaza, what do you know
about a pond five miles east

of Devil's Knob?

- You don't mean Donkegin hole.

- What's that?

- Gee, I haven't heard
of Donkegin Hole since...

Since I was your age.

All the kids used to reckon
there was a bottomless pit

with a bunyip in it.

We could never find it.

- You believe in bunyips, Gaz?

- You can believe in one
hand and spit in the other

and all you got at the
end of the day is--

- Hand full of spit.

- But the idea must
have started somewhere.

- Oh yeah.

Local Warralinga tribe's
got legends about something

they call Donkegin.

Supposed to breathe
fire, and it was black,

their spears couldn't
hurt it, and it ate rocks.

- It ate rocks?

- Now come on, I've told you,
you wanna know about anything,

go straight to the source, so
ask the blacks, respectfully.

- You can bloody feel it.

Take a step forward,
feel it?

- Feel what?

- Kind of dead feeling,
like walking into a morgue.

And look at that old
barb wire fence.

Now who'd put a fence
around a pond?

That's funny.

My watch has stopped.

- Mine's...

Still going.

- Spooky.
- Yeah.

- Mine's still going.
- Mine's still stopped.

Let's get outta here.

- I was looking across the
water and there was this

terrific upsurge, and then
this huge neck appeared.

Six feet at least above
the water with a head that

was turning nervously.

- It true?

- It's in National
Geographic.

Sent divers and cameras
and all sorts of stuff down

but they still don't
know what's in Loch Ness.

Just like they don't know
what's down in Donkegin Hole.

Frog dreaming territory.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, any of your
people still know

about that sort of thing?

- Charlie Pride.

- Charlie Pride?

- Yeah, Charlie Pride.

- The country western singer?

See ya, Barney.

- Please?

- Okay, but you owe me one.

- Mum?
- What dear?

- Can you get herpes
from French kissing?

- Where?

_ Ma!
- Where?

- Ma!
- Oh, sweetheart.

- What time
did you say you

were going to meet
Wendy tonight?

- Eight
o'clock sharp.

- Cody?

Anyone here?

Oh, Cody.

- Dinner's ready,
darling.

- Hi, Cody.

- Well, looks like we're both
on the loose tonight, eh?

Couple of free spirits.

Hey, you know, us bachelors got
like a community obligation.

- Henry?

What do you know about Donkegin?

- Eats rocks.

- Yeah.

Our fellas say in the
dream time, a young fella

couldn't be a warrior 'til
he looked at Donkegin.

If a fella looks at Donkegin
and doesn't die, he's a man.

- You mean you can die
just by looking at him?

- Maybe, maybe not,
anyhow, what's a white boy

wanna know about Kurdaitcha?

- What's Kurdaitcha?

- Black fella magic.

Can't see him come, can't see
him go.

- Is Donkegin Kurdaitcha?

- A lot of things the old
fellas say is fair dinkum.

Some isn't, maybe.

- You ever hear about a
fella named Charlie Pride?

- No.

- Well, if you did know
about him, where would he be?

- Supposed to lived down
by the Cur, someplace.

Don't know anybody that's
ever seen him for sure.

Some old fellas reckon they've
seen him.

I don't know, why?

- Thanks.

See ya.

- Aren't you going to bed?

- Nah.

Plenty of time for sleep
when school starts.

- Okay.

- Excuse me, where can
I find Charlie Pride?

- Down at the boat.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I'm looking for a fella
named Charlie Pride.

I need to talk to
him about Donkegin.

- Ah, Donkegin.

Yeah, that's right,
Donkegin.

- Follow me.

Can you take a couple on
board to Charlie Pride?

- Yeah.

- Hi, Wendy, there's a barbecue
over at my house tonight,

wanna come?

- I can't,
I'm grounded.

- Oh, bad luck.

Geeze, everyone had a
super time at the dance,

especially Cody.

I reckon if you don't
make your move, you better

kiss him goodbye.

- Thanks a lot, Becky.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- G'day, chief.

- G'day.

Just a word of neighbourly
advice, sport.

Keep that kid of yours
under control, eh?

- Now what's all
this about, sport?

- Oh, I think you know
what I'm talking about,

bright bloke
like yourself.

- Now you wouldn't be referring
to Cody's relationship

with your daughter,
would you?

- There's no relationship
and I wanna keep it that way.

- Aw, now listen, sport, if
I was inclined to control

Cody, which I'm not, I'd
hardly be telling a boy his age

who he can knock around
with and who he can't.

I don't give advice,
sport, and I don't take it.

- Here?

Where at?

Thanks a lot,
see you.

Are you Mr. Pride?

My name's Cody Walpole, I
wanted to talk to you about--

- Donkegin.

- How'd you know that?

- Man business.

- Well, anyhow, everybody
reckons that...

- You wanna know about
spirit business?

- Like bunyips, sir?
Like Donkegin?

- Are you a man?

- I'm a boy.

- Maybe we'd find out, eh?

- Sir?

- You like to dance?

- Dance?

- You like to dance
with the devil?

- I don't understand.

- First you dance
with the devil.

Then you find out
about Donkegin.

That devil, he's some
good dancer, eh?

Donkegin.

- Is he real?

- You go and see.

- Thank you.

- Cody, what's that?
- Aw, nothing.

- Doesn't look like
nothing to me.

It looks like something.

- Here, hold this.

It's just a fishhook.

- Must be a humongous
bloody fish.

Hey, you're not gonna do what
it looks like you're gonna do?

- So what?

- You're loopy.

- Well, see you later.

- I'm gonna tell Wendy

you've lost your
bloody marbles, mate.

- There's a perfectly
reasonable explanation.

Stopped his watch,
dead as a hammer.

Now mine's okay 'cause
it's antimagnetic, right?

So I reckon that proves
that whatever it is,

it's electromagnetic.

- Yeah, but did you see
anything in the water?

- Are you kidding?

That water's so murky,
you couldn't see your hand

in front of your face
if you were silly enough

to stick your head under.

Be blacker than the
bowels of hell down there.

- Yeah, well, the abos
knew what they were doing.

- Black fellas sense these
things and they know enough

to keep out.

- There ain't one
thing we can do.

We can get the air force up
here with a couple of them

extra set missiles.

We'll nuke the shit
out of the entire area.

Give those friggin' frogs
something to dream about.

- Yeah.

- Come on, you slimy coward!

What, do you just
pick on old men?

Right.

Well? Where are you?

Donkegin is a chicken,
Donkegin is a chicken!

Buck, buck, buck!

- When was the
last time you saw young Cody?

Where was all he last
night or all day yesterday,

you know? Any day.

- Come on, you know
Cody comes and he goes.

You never worried about him
before, what's going on, Rick?

- Legally, he's still
a ward of the state.

That's part of my job
to consider his welfare.

- Mine too, mate.

- What's he do for food?

- There's a three kilo leg of...

There was a three kilo leg of
lamb in there this morning.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

- Gaz.

Cody's been shooting his
mouth off about some bunyip

theory related to that stiff
that we brought in the other

day and he's got the Cannon
kids so goosed that their

folks can't control them.

And the eldest girl cries
at the drop of a hat,

the young one has gone
downright morbid.

She talks about severed limbs
and plays with dead chickens

for god's sake, now she's
started swearing and smoking

and all because they've been
knocking around with your Cody.

- They were?

Now come on, what's
really going on, Rick?

Cannon been
leaning on you?

- All I'm trying to do is give
you a little helpful advice.

- I'm sorry, okay,
I'll pass it on.

- Mr. Kauffman?

- Cody Walpole!

The boy who wanted the
formula for dry rocket fuel.

Did it work?

- Not really.

- Oh, I see!

- I got another question
for you though.

- Why me?

- Well, you write books,
you know a lot of stuff.

- So what is
it this time?

- It's about in here.

- Devil's Knob, lake
Torbid, Lake Sheridan, no,

there are no ponds listed,
not that it isn't there.

The whole area's honeycombed
with underground streams.

Geologists reckon the
lakes may all be connected.

I'll just take a look at
something here.

- Say there was a fish, a big
fish, he could have the whole

territory as his own, right?

- Big fish, now you're
talking, what is he?

Big bass?

- Sort of.

Anything in there about
Donkegin?

- Donkegin? No, nothing, why?

- It's just an
aboriginal myth.

- I tell you, why don't
you borrow the book?

If you come up with
a good story,

perhaps I'll buy
it from you.

- Thanks.

Mr. Kauffman?

Do you believe in monsters?

- Monsters?

Son, for 20 years, I was
married to one.

- What are you doing?

- Just an experiment.

- What kind of experiment?

- Atmospheric pressure.

- This wouldn't have anything
to do with your bunyip

theory, would it?

- My theory?

- Hey come on, where have
you been the last few days?

- Here and there.

- Hey, what you do is your own
business but there's a limit

and the limit comes when it
starts effecting other people.

- Well, what are
you on about?

- Cody, I can see what you're
up to with your bush pump

and I don't like it.

Now I want you to promise
me you'll stay away

from that pond.

- Why?

- Because I'm your guardian
and I bloody tell you to.

- Geeze, Gaza.
- Oh, come on, Cody.

How often do I ask you
to promise anything?

I want you to promise me.

- I can't do that.

- You can and you will.

- When you were my age and
you wanted to do something

and your parents wouldn't
let you because it was too

dangerous, would you
have promised them

or would you have lied?

- Hey, you and I never
have to lie to one another.

- Exactly!

- We'll talk
when you've calmed down.

- Cody!

What are you doing here?

- I need your help.

I've been thinking about it
all night but I just can't

do it alone.

- Daddy'd kill me if
he knew you were here.

- Well, maybe he'll see things
differently from now on.

You any idea what they pay for
a National Geographic cover?

- National Geographic?

- Look, Wendy, I really
need your help.

- You're going back to
that place, aren't you?

- I've got it
all worked out.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

- You wouldn't get me back
there in a million years.

Jane's right,
you're loopy.

No way!

- Please?

- Still don't get it,
what is all this stuff?

- Experiment.

- For the National Geographic?

- It's all gravity.

Water from this barrel runs
down that hose, compresses

the air inside and
forces it underwater.

- Why underwater?

- You'll see.

Okay, let's test it, just
open up that valve over there.

- What do you think
you're doing?

- Hey, turn that off,
don't waste my air.

- Oh no you don't,
no way, forget it!

- Take it easy.

- Yeah, sure,
I'll take it easy

'cause you aren't
gonna do it.

Cody, it's illegal for somebody
to stand around and let

somebody else commit suicide.

- Well, can't ask you
to break the law.

Thanks for your help,
I can manage from here.

- Cody, just hang on,
this is going too far.

Look at this stupid
bunch of hoses and stuff,

you call this a diving suit?

You don't know
what's down there!

- I got a pretty fair idea!
- Yeah, so have I!

Look, if eats rocks and it
isn't gonna have a lot of

trouble with you and
your silly spear gun!

- Well, I guess if I knew
for sure, I wouldn't have

to find out.

- My god, it's like
talking to a tree!

- Here's my watch.

I reckon I got about three
minutes worth of air down there.

If I have to abort--
- Abort?

- I'll just slip out of
the rig, so don't bother

pulling me up.

- Sure, wonderful.

- Well, might as well
get it behind me.

- Cody, listen to me.

That thing could be 1000
feet deep, if there's

a bottom at all.

- I guess that's what
we're here to find out.

Hey, don't worry.

Will you turn the
air on, please?

- Cody!

Cody.

Cody!

- Wendy, are you
all right?

Are you all right?

- She okay,
take her hat off?

- Move back, come on,
come on, come on!

- What's happening?
- Everybody back

behind the bar.

- He's drowned
in that pond!

- Wendy!

- Cody!

- Take her home,
take her home!

- Who is, what happened?

- Gaza!

keep
that kid

none it would
have happened!

- Take care of him!

Come here, Gaz, listen.

The boy's drowned.
Cody's gone.

- Where? Where?

- Hang on, Gaz--
- Where?

- Take it easy, come
on, just take it easy.

- Where is he?

- He went diving in the
pond and he hasn't come up.

Gaz, take it easy!

He's been down there nearly
an hour, he's gone, mate!

Gone.

- We can't just
leave him there.

- No, no, no, we'll
drain the bloody thing.

We'll bring him up.

- Pulse is normal, she seems
to be resting quit well.

Good night's sleep and
I think she'll be fie.

- I promised his dad
I'd look after him.

- Ah, let's face it, mate.

Nobody lives life like that
boy did and expect to survive

to a ripe old age.

He was a first class kid.

- Boy...

First Class kid -

- Oh my god.

- Here she is.

- Wendy, just,
just take it easy.

- Look, it was the quarry, and
the thing in the bottom is--

- Come along with
us now, dear.

- The air seeps up from
the bottom, you see,

because it's granite!

My god, he could still
be alive down there!

- Come along with us--

- Listen to me!

- We're listening,
now you just,

just come along
home with us--

- We gotta get help!

- Wendy!
- Come back!

Come back!

, around
that away!

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- The hell, she's locked it

- Wendy!

- Quickly, is there
another way out?

- Mr. Kauffman!

- Wendy!

- Please, Mr. Kauffman,
you gotta listen to me!

- Hey, hey, hey, there's a
chance we may still save him!

- Where's Wendy?

- She's at the pond with
Kauffman.

- There's a chance he's
still alive down there.

I've got divers coming.

- What?
- I'll explain later.

Lights, we need more lights!

- Please, god.

They're here.

C'mon, girly.

You wait here.

WEE!

- Oh please, god, let Cody
be all right.

- Jane, wait
for your mother!

- We heard some tapping
so I think he must be

trapped in an air pocket.

- He's alive
and responding.

- Put a cable under it!

- No, that's too dangerous.

- Here's the trouble,
it's a straight up!

- That thing
must weigh 20 tonnes, Rick!

- Do something!

- Here, get this tank
down to him, quickly!

Pump some more air into him.

- Wait, Lois, catch her up!

Jane, wait on!

- Sir?

- Wonderful, that's all
we need.

- Hey, Kauffman,
what's the news?

- We don't know yet.

- damn
slippery down there.

- Watch it, watch it!

Quickly now!

- We've got something
big down there.

- Oh, yes he's down
there, big as you please.

- Get some jelly ,
blow the bejeeusus out of him!

- Look.

- Gaza!

- Cody?

- Help!

Gaza! - Cody?

- My foot's stuck,
I can't get out!

My foot's stuck,
Gaza! No!

- Cody!

- I can't get out!

- Come on,
Cody, swim!

Come on, Cody!
- Come on, son.

- Look
what it is!

- What?

Looks like some old
mining equipment.

Donkigen.

Donkey
Engine!

- Hey, anybody get
a photo of that?

Charlie Pride.

He is the
Kadaitcha Man.

There is a Donkigen.

This is a frog dreaming.

There is a dream time.