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?

- It is, sir!

Well, I'm right then. Now, would

you send a dinghy, please?

I'm afraid it can't be done, sir!

This is private property!

You can't land here

without written permission!

I, as you can see,

am a police officer.

A complaint has been

registered by a resident

of this island about a missing child.

Now, that makes it a police matter,

private property or not.

Now, will you send a dinghy, please?

Corn rigs and barley rigs

And corn rigs are bonnie

I'll not forget

that happy night

Among the rigs with Annie

Good day to you, sir.

I'm the harbour master.

Sergeant Howie, West Highland police.

A missing child

is always trouble.

Aye, aye, aye,

for everybody.

Perhaps you would be good enough

to explain matters to his lordship.

He's most particular

who lands here.

All in good time.

We, too, have our own particularities.

You know her?

Her name is Rowan Morrison.

No, no, never seen her before.

I don't know the face either.

Do you know her, Kenny?

She doesn't belong to this island.

No, I never saw her before.

No, she doesn't belong here

at all. Johnnie?

No, can't say I know her.

Now, now, what are you saying?

You're saying that she is not from the island.

Aye, that's right.

She's not from here.

Oh, you get Morrisons on Lewis and a

few on Mull. I would try there.

Thanks.

"None of us have seen May Morrison's

daughter Rowan since last year.

She's only 12, and she's been missing

from her home for many months. "

The mother's name

is May Morrison.

Oh, May! She quite slipped my memory.

Of course we've got May.

She keeps the post office in the high street.

- May Morrison? You're quite sure?

- Quite sure.

Well, thank you

for your help.

That's not May's daughter,

though!

No, she's not May's.

Then who is she?

The sky was blue

the wind was still

The moon was shining clearly

I set her down

with right good will

Among the rigs of barley

I kenned her heart

with all my own

I loved her most sincerely

I kissed her o'er

and o'er again

Among the rigs of barley

- Good afternoon!

- I like your rabbits.

Those are hares, not silly old rabbits.

Lovely march hares.

Can I help you?

- Mrs. Morrison- mrs. May Morrison?

- Yes.

- Sergeant Howie, West Highland police.

- Oh, my!

Did you come over in that aeroplane

that I saw flying round?

- Aye, that's right.

- What, just to see me?

Well, no, not exactly.

I'm making inquiries

about your daughter.

- We understand that she's missing.

- Missing? My daughter?

- Aye. You do have a daughter.

- Yes.

- And that's her?

- Oh, never.

I tell you no.

I think you'd better

come with me.

This is our Myrtle.

She was nine last thursday.

She's not a bit like the girl

in your photograph.

She must be at least

13 or 14, surely.

Myrtle, say hello.

This is Sergeant- oh!

- Howie.

- Oh.

- Hello, Myrtle.

How do you do? Look, mummy, I'm drawing a hare.

- Ah.

Excuse me, Sergeant.

Hello.

- Here you are. You can fill in the

ears in gray. Oh, sorry.

Thank you, Myrtle.

Myrtle, do you-

do you know Rowan?

Of course I do.

- You do?

- 'Course I do, silly.

- Uh, do you know where she is now?

- In the fields.

She runs and plays there all day.

Does she?

Do you think she'll be coming back for tea?

Tea? Hares don't

have tea, silly.

- Hares?

- She's a hare.

Rowan's a hare.

She has a lovely time.

- Well, tell me-

- Well, now, Sergeant.

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