The Wicker Man Page #2

You will stay and have

a cup of tea, won't you?

- Oh, well, yes, yes, please.

- Good.

- That's very kind of you.

- Um, not at all.

It must be thirsty work, asking all those questions, eh?

- Ah, aye.

- Hello.

- Good evening. Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Hello again.

- Are you the landlord here?

- Aye.

I'm Alder Macgreagor. And you must be

the policeman from the mainland.

Aye, that's right. Sergeant Howie,

West Highland constabulary.

I'm quite obviously not going

to get back to the mainland tonight

so I wondered if you had a room and

a bite of supper I could have.

- Could you manage that?

- Aye, I think that can be arranged.

My daughter Willow will show you to your room.

Willow!

Father?

This is Sergeant Howie,

a policeman from the mainland,

who will be spending

the night with us.

- This is my daughter, Willow.

- Good evening.

Show the Sergeant

to his room, would you?

Much has been said

of the strumpets of yore

Of wenches and bawdy

house queens by the score

But I sing of a baggage

that we all adore

The landlord's daughter

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. "

I make no such distinction.

You are the goddess of love in human form,

and I am merely your humble acolyte.

Enjoy yourself, and him.

Only make sure you are ready,

for tomorrow is tomorrow.

The day of death

and rebirth.

Yes.

And of a somewhat

more serious offering...

than tonight.

I put my hand

On her thigh

And she says

Do you want to try

I put my hand

On her belly

And she says

Do you want to fill me

Gently, gently

Gently, Johnny

My jingaloe

Gently, gently

Gently, Johnny

My jingaloe

I think I could turn

and live with animals.

They are so placid

and self-contained.

They do not lie awake in the dark

and weep for their sins.

They do not make me sick

discussing their duty to God.

Not one of them kneels to another

or to his own kind that lived thousands of years ago.

Not one of them is... respectable

Gently, gently

- or unhappy

Gently, Johnny

all over the earth.

Gently, Johnny

my jingaloe

Gently, gently

Gently, Johnny

My jingaloe

Good morning,

Sergeant.

- Morning.

- Isn't it glorious?

Aye, aye,

it's very nice.

I expect you'll be

going home tonight.

Well, that depends.

- Where's the school, please?

- On the far side of the green.

Thank you.

In the woods

there grew a tree

And a fine, fine tree

was he

And on that tree there was a limb

And on that limb

there was a branch

And on that branch

there was a nest

And in that nest

there was an egg

And in that egg

there was a bird

And from that bird

a feather came

And of that feather was

A bed

And on that bed

there was a girl

And on that girl

there was a man

And from that man

there was a seed

And from that seed

there was a boy

And from that boy

there was a man

And for that man

there was a grave

And from that grave

there grew

A tree

And on that bed

there was a girl

And on that girl

there was a man

And from that man there was a seed,

and from that seed there was a boy

And from that boy

there was a man

And for that man

there was a grave

And from that grave

there grew

A tree

And on that tree there was a limb

and on that limb

There was a branch and on that

branch there was a nest

And in that nest

there was an egg

And in that egg there was a bird,

and from that bird, a feather came

And of that feather was

A bed

Very well, girls. That's enough.

Now it's time to pay attention to me.

Now, uh, Daisy,

will you tell us what it is, please,

that the maypole represents?

Really, Daisy.

- You've been told often enough.

- Miss Rose, I know!

- All right, then, anybody.

- Phallic symbol.

The phallic symbol.

That is correct.

It is the image

of the penis,

which is venerated

in religions such as ours,

as simbolising the generative

force in nature.

Oh, can I help you?

C- could-could I have a word

with you, please, miss?

Certainly. Girls, open your desks

and take out your exercise books.

Miss, you can be quite sure that I shall

report this to the proper authorities.

Everywhere I go on this island,

it seems to me I find degeneracy.

and there is brawling in bars,

there is indecency in public places,

and there is corruption of the young,

and now I see it all stems from here-

it stems from the filth taught

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