The Wicker Man Page #3

You'll never love another

Although she's not the kind of girl

To take home to your mother

Her ale, it is lively

and strong to the taste

It is brewed with discretion

never with haste

You can have all you like

if you swear not to waste

The landlord's daughter

And when her name is mentioned

The parts of every

gentleman do stand up

At attention

Now they say of the blossom

in all of the town

That she takes off her garter

and starts on the tug

That dolly who keeps her

ain't horrible now

While I'll take

the landlord's daughter

Oh, nothing can delight so

- As does the part that lies between

- Her left toe

And her right toe

- I'd like my supper now, please.

- It won't be long, Sergeant.

Oh, you don't want to let them worry you.

Why don't you have a wee drink?

No, thank you, not just now.

I think you all ought to know that

I am here on official business.

I am here to investigate the

disappearance of a young girl,

as doubtless, the harbour master

has already told you by now.

There's the girl.

Her name is Rowan Morrison.

Would you pass that among

your customers, please?

Now, if any of you can give me

any idea as to her whereabouts,

I'd be most grateful

if you'd let me know.

No, I'm afraid nobody's seen her, Sergeant.

Thank you. These Harvest

Festival photographs?

Aye. We have one taken at

the end of every summer.

- What happened to last year's?

- Mm, it got broke.

Your supper's ready, Sergeant.

Willow, show the Sergeant

to the dining room.

Thank you.

It's disgusting.

- Thank you.

- What's the matter, aren't you hungry?

Aye, it's just that most

of the food I've had-

the farmhouse soup, the potatoes,

broad beans- all come out of a can.

Broad beans, in their natural state,

aren't usually turquoise,

are they?

- Hmm.

Some things in their natural state

have the most vivid colors.

I just wanted to know why, that's all.

Now, I wonder what you'll be

wanting for afters?

- Hmm, I'll have an apple.

- No apples.

No apples? On Summerisle?

I expect they've all been exported.

You can have peaches and cream,

if you like.

Aye, from a can, I suppose.

All right.

Cheer up. Food isn't

everything in life, you know.

Up, up, up, up!

Up, up, up, up, up, up!

- Where?

You'll find it at the top of the stair on your right.

I put my hand

On her knee

And she says

Do you want to see

I put my hand

- Willow Macgreagor.

On her breast

And she says

Do you want a kiss

Willow Macgreagor, I have the honor

to present to you Ash Buchanan.

Gently, Johnny

- Come up, Ash Buchanan.

Gently, Johnny

my jingaloe

another sacrifice

for Aphrodite, Willow.

You flatter me, your lordship.

Surely you mean,"to aphrodite. "

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote