The Wicker Man

- Good evening, Sergeant.

- Evening.

Get your hair cut, Mctaggart.

Ah, now, there's a message, Sergeant.

A message for us all.

However, there is a time

and place for everything.

Get it removed.

Any serious problems while i've been away?

No, Sergeant, nothing serious.

Just the usual.

Rape, sodomy, sacrilege.

You know.

The lord is my shepherd

I'll not want

He makes me down to lie

In pastures green

He leadeth me

The quiet waters by

He leadeth me

The quiet waters by

"I have received of the Lord...

"that which also i delivered unto you.

"And the Lord Jesus, the same night

in which he was betrayed,

"took bread.

"And when He had given thanks,

"He broke it and said,

"take, eat.

"'This is my body,

"'which is broken for you.

"This do in remembrance of me. '

"And after the same manner, He also took

the cup when he had eaten, saying,

"'this cup is the new covenant in my blood.

"'This do you, as oft as you drink it,

in remembrance of me.

"'For as often as you eat this bread...

"'and drink this wine,

"'you do show the Lord's death...

till He comes again. '"

That's for his nibs.

Postmarked Summerisle.

- He's got a bit of skirt over there, I bet.

- What, him?

The only woman he's interested in

is the Virgin Mary.

- I thought he was going steady with Mary Bannorg.

- Steady's the word.

Two years, he hasn't so

much as tickled her fancy.

He's keepin' himself pure

for the wedding day.

Ah, poor old Mary.

I don't know what she sees in him.

When those two are married,

she'll spend more time on her knees

in church than on her back in bed.

All right.

Mornin', all.

- Morning, Hugh.

- Good morning, Sergeant.

Um, there's an anonymous

letter for you, Sergeant.

Read it.

"Dear Sergeant Howie,

"none of us have seen May Morrison's

daughter Rowan since last year.

"She's only 12 and has been missing...

from her home for many months.

"She couldn't have left

the island by herself.

"She's too young, and her mother

won't say anything about it,

"just to mind

my own business.

"Well, I reckon it's all our business

when a kid disappears,

that's why i'm writing you this letter.

"A child lover.

Summerisle.

P.S. I enclose a picture

of Rowan Morrison. "

- Gonna go, Sergeant?

- Aye, aye, of course.

- Have you ever been there?

- Eh, no.

I've tasted the famous apples,

of course, but, uh -

it's odd, isn't it, all that fruit?

Well, the whole

principality is odd.

To start with,

they have no licensing laws.

Singing and dancing

on a Sunday.

Oh, aye, doubtless that would appeal to

a heathen brute like yourself, Mctaggart.

However, this is still, in theory,

a law-abiding christian country,

however unfashionable

that may seem.

Well, I'll call in on this patrol.

Will you call in at Mary's house,

tell her I'll be away overnight.

Oh, I am come

To the north country

Ochon, ochon,

Ochrie!

Without a penny

In my purse

To buy a meal

For me

One time I had

A hundred sheep

Ochon, ochon,

Ochrie!

Skipping o'er

Yon (that) narrow creek

And growing wool

For me

It was upon a lammas night

When corn rigs

are bonnie

Beneath the moon's

unclouded light

I held a while to Annie

The time went by

with careless heed

Till 'tween

the late and early

With small persuasion

she agreed

To see me

through the barley

Corn rigs and barley rigs and

Corn rigs are bonnie

I'll not forget

that happy night

Among the rigs with Annie

Will you send a dinghy, please?

Did you hear me?

I'd like a dinghy, if you please.

Hello, sir! Have you lost

your bearings?

No, sir, I don't think so.

- This is Summerisle, is it not?

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote