The Wicker Man

-Thanks, hon.

-You got it.

-Boo.

-Hey!

Sorry, my mind was wandering.

Totally understand. If I just ate one

of them burgers, I'd be in a trance too.

So where's your friend?

Honey?

Your salad's up.

Give me your driver's license

and registration.

-You know why I stopped you?

-Yeah.

Afternoon.

Afternoon, sir. Hello.

Sorry about the....

We're just in the middle of moving and I--

And I'm sorry.

-Did you get my doll?

-Sweetie, hush.

It's okay.

I've got it, honey. It's a little banged up.

Anyway, sorry again.

Ever since lunch, she's been acting out.

-I'm bored.

-Well, I know what that's like.

But we need to be careful with our things

so everyone else can be safe too, right?

-We won't let it happen again, sir.

-Great. Thanks a lot.

Sweetie, stop that.

I'm so sorry. She's belted in, but--

Don't worry, it comes

with the territory. I'll get it.

Keep your head down!

Give me your hand! Give me your hand!

-Hey.

-Hey.

So.

That about sums it up.

I heard about your commendation.

That's great.

Thanks.

Guys down at the station are saying

you might resign or something. Is that true?

My dad would kill me.

Here. Pete made me bring them over.

"Get well soon" stuff.

I guess it just keeps coming in, so....

-You wanna sit down, or...?

-Yeah.

Stuff helping you?

Some.

You don't have to stay.

I don't really need visitors.

So you gonna shoot

for detective now, or what?

I just need a little time off.

So they still never found

the bodies from that car, right?

No.

The car wasn't even registered,

if you can believe that.

Well, who were they?

Don't know.

May never know.

Edward, I know that we haven't spoken

in a few years and things ended badly...

...or I ended them badly,

to be more fair...

...and I didn't wanna hurt you

any more than I did.

Now I must.

To the point. I have a daughter.

She is a perfect child,

and her name is Rowan.

She has been missing for two weeks now,

and I need your help.

I should explain.

I live on Summersisle,

a tiny place in Puget Sound.

I doubt you've heard of it.

It is where I grew up. Do you remember

how you always used to ask me?

Now you know.

Rowan couldn't have left the island

by herself. She's too young.

I have tried to find her on my own...

...but am receiving little help

from the community.

I fear she is in danger,

so now I turn to you.

I pray that you'll forgive me.

Yours fondly, Willow Woodward.

Hello?

Hello?

Eddie. How's it going?

Good, thank you.

-Hi.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-How you doing?

-Better.

-Are you back?

-Not for a couple weeks.

You didn't see this woman come in,

by any chance?

-No, why?

-Because, no stamp.

Read it.

The plot thickens.

Didn't even know you had a plot.

No kidding.

So is this, like,

some old girlfriend or something?

This Willow?

No, no, she was....

-We were engaged.

-What?

We were, you know, close,

and then she took off on me.

Yeah. Sounds like she got close

with someone else too.

And she's got the nerve

to contact you now? Sh*t.

I know. I know.

It's the fact that I'm a cop, I guess.

-We need to be in that briefing.

-Okay.

-Hey. It's good to see you.

-Yeah.

-You're gonna blow this off, right?

-I don't know.

Yeah, I'm pissed off at her.

Come on.

You haven't seen this girl in,

like, what? Forever?

Her kid's missing, Pete, okay?

I might be all she's got.

Tell her to contact the father.

-I'm just saying.

-Yeah, I get it. I'm just--

Why don't you do a little digging

on her first? I mean, come on.

Summersisle? Where the hell is that?

Yeah. This is all I could find.

It's privately owned

out in the Pacific Northwest.

It's some sort of farming commune

or whatever.

Yeah, like the Amish or something.

Give her a call.

I already tried, but guess what.

There's no phone service on Summersisle.

Summersisle.

Hey, Pete, it's me.

Hey, I'm glad I got your machine,

because you'll probably laugh at me, but--

Hello?

Hello?

Ahoy there.

What was that?

I don't know

what you're supposed to say.

Then I'd just go with hello.

Right. Hello.

You know about a place

called Summersisle?

Yes, I do. I make most

of the deliveries around there.

Deliveries, huh?

Yep. Just about every day.

That's what I'm doing now.

What would I have to do

to catch a ride?

Oh, no. I don't care to lose my contract

with these folks. They're very particular.

All right, then just drop me down

on the beach...

...or whatever they have,

and I'll walk into town.

The answer's still no.

It's just a few miles.

I could practically swim that.

You better start swimming, then.

Why? What's the big deal?

Because it's private.

It's off-limits, and we respect that.

We're all private people around here.

Yeah, but you're so warm and open,

it really makes up for it.

I'm just kidding.

Okay, look, how about

you take all of us there?

What do you mean, "all"?

Well, me...

...Mr. Grant here

and his twin brother Ulysses.

Lost your bearings?

Oh, hey. Sorry.

You snuck up on me there.

I don't think so.

-This is Summersisle, right?

-Yes.

-In the right place.

-Afraid not. This is private property.

You can't land here without permission.

Listen, I completely understand,

but I was invited here.

-I'm a cop.

-And what does that mean?

A police officer.

I do what I can for people. Help them out.

Now, a complaint has been made

by a resident of this island.

A complaint, you say?

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.

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