The Wicker Man Page #2

Yes, ma'am. About a missing child.

Well, now, that's always trouble.

Yep. For everybody.

Perhaps you should take these matters up

with Sister Summersisle.

She's very particular

about anyone landing here.

How did you land here, by the way?

Was it the harbor pilot?

He just--

He'll need a good talking-to.

What's in the bag?

A shark or something?

Do you know her?

I don't recognize this child.

-Do you, Violet?

-No. Can't say I do.

Just a tip there. It often helps

to actually glance at the photo.

What are you telling me?

This girl isn't from the island?

Doesn't appear to be.

Her mother's name is Willow.

Sister Willow.

She quite slipped my mind.

Yes, we have a Willow here, all right.

-Just up the way at the meetinghouse.

-What a coincidence.

Bit of a free spirit.

Your bag is dripping.

Go on.

Take a peek.

That's not her daughter.

Must be ladies' night.

Hi. Are you the barmaid in here,

or whatever you call it?

I'm Sister Beech, yes.

And you're that officer from California?

That's right. Name is Malus.

Edward Malus.

I'd just like a room and a meal.

-Can you swing it?

-Swing what?

Is that some kind of city talk?

Manage. That's what he means.

Can we manage to put him up?

Well, since he didn't take the hint

and leave, I suppose we'll have to.

For one night, at least.

Welcome.

This is Mr. Malus,

an officer from the mainland.

-And this is--

-Willow.

Of course.

She'll show you upstairs.

There's an empty room on the top floor.

I think I'll have a drink first.

As long as I'm not intruding.

This here is mead.

It's one of the pleasures of our island.

A brew of honey, herbs...

...and whatnot.

Thanks.

Yeah.

I think you ought to know.

I think you all should know

that I'm here on business.

This is official police business and I wanna

speak to each one of you at some point.

Official California business, is it?

Because this is Washington.

I'm aware of that.

-Then fine.

-No.

Mrs. Beech, it is not fine.

It is anything but fine when a person is lost.

Especially a child.

Now, why would you go

and do a thing like that?

Sorry, I'm allergic.

I am being watched,

but we must try to speak later in private.

There's a place out beyond the point.

Meet me there in an hour.

Edward, be careful

and believe nothing that you see or hear.

My God, to see your face again....

You know, traditionally, the guy gets

his ring back when the fiancee runs away.

I still wear it, sort of.

I don't know what I would've done

if you hadn't come.

-How could I not?

-Easily.

You could've thought I was a madwoman

or something raving about my lost daughter.

They all do.

Look, I'm barely adjusted to the fact

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