The Wicker Man Page #2

A brew of honey, herbs...

...and whatnot.

Thanks.

Yeah.

I think you ought to know.

I think you all should know

that I'm here on business.

This is official police business and I wanna

speak to each one of you at some point.

Official California business, is it?

Because this is Washington.

I'm aware of that.

-Then fine.

-No.

Mrs. Beech, it is not fine.

It is anything but fine when a person is lost.

Especially a child.

Now, why would you go

and do a thing like that?

Sorry, I'm allergic.

I am being watched,

but we must try to speak later in private.

There's a place out beyond the point.

Meet me there in an hour.

Edward, be careful

and believe nothing that you see or hear.

My God, to see your face again....

You know, traditionally, the guy gets

his ring back when the fiancee runs away.

I still wear it, sort of.

I don't know what I would've done

if you hadn't come.

-How could I not?

-Easily.

You could've thought I was a madwoman

or something raving about my lost daughter.

They all do.

Look, I'm barely adjusted to the fact

that you have a daughter, okay?

So let's go slow here.

So....

No. No.

That's the only way to start this.

What in the hell happened to you?

I didn't....

Look, it was a long time ago.

We were young.

So what?

Well, why do we do anything in this life?

I need some kind of answer here.

Was it some other guy, or...?

I mean, obviously,

you met someone, but--

Look, I was scared and....

I don't know, I just--

I wasn't ready for this...

...so I ran back home.

It's quite a home, by the way.

This place.

We're different here. I know that.

If you've grown up around it,

it's one thing, but it's....

Yes, odd.

Anyway....

My daughter is what matters

to me now. Rowan.

Why do this?

Stir this all up again? It's so....

Why don't you just

get her dad to help you?

Because the only person I trust is you.

Even after all these years.

Edward.

People will try to mislead you, they will,

but you must trust me.

-I wanna help you, but--

-No, she has been taken.

By who, I don't know. I don't.

But my little girl is still here.

I promise you, if she's here, I'll find her.

-I know you will.

-I'm gonna need to ask you some questions.

Okay. I'll meet you again

as soon as it's safe. I have to go now.

Leave us.

Greetings, Sister Beech.

A lovely evening.

It is indeed. Welcome, all.

Will Sister Summersisle bless us

with her presence?

I'm afraid not.

Enjoy the night. Only, make sure

you're ready for the day of tomorrow.

The time of death and rebirth.

-Yes. Of the Wicker Man's return.

-Yes. Of the Wicker Man's return.

Excuse me.

Did someone unpack my bag?

Because I'm missing some tapes.

-I wouldn't know.

-They're called Everything's OK!

Good.

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.

I didn't wanna hurt you

any more than I did.

Now I must.

That's not her daughter.

Did you get my doll?

Yeah, I got it, honey.

It's a little banged up.

Rowan?

Rowan?

Rowan?

Hello?

Rowan?

Why do you have store-bought?

I thought you made this stuff here.

Look, I just serve what I'm handed.

If you don't like it, you'll have

to talk to Sister Beech, all right?

What's with this "sister" thing, anyway?

It's just our way.

We don't have any Royal Honey for you.

None at all?

No, not a drop.

Our crop was cursed last year.

I might find you

a little bit of sugar.

All right.

Okay.

Mr. Malus? Your sweetener.

Thanks. What are these?

Festivals of some kind?

That's right, our Harvest Festival.

We have one the end of each autumn.

And then the Festival of Fertility too,

of course.

But that's too sacred.

No pictures can be taken of that.

What happened to last year's?

Afraid it got ruined last night. Broke.

Hey. I meant to ask you in there,

do you recognize this girl?

No?

-Where's the other woman who works here?

-She's gone up to the village school.

Where is that?

Up the hill and through the woods.

All right. Perfect.

Look, I'm sorry.

What's happening here

the day of tomorrow?

You mean, the day after tomorrow?

It's kind of a strange way to put it.

Yeah, I suppose.

I thought the other was a local expression.

Let's see.

The day after tomorrow would be

May the 2nd. Nothing, as far as I know.

No, I mean tomorrow.

What's happening here then?

I told you.

You did?

When you leave,

will you take me with you?

Hi.

Good morning.

And, Daisy, will you tell us

what man represents in his purest form?

-Yes.

-Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol.

School's really changed

since I was a kid.

How dare you stand there

and frighten my children.

Sorry. I'm Edward Malus from California.

I'm a policeman. See my badge?

I was unaware

any of my girls needed arresting.

They don't, no.

I'm here to find a missing girl

whom people are pretending doesn't exist.

-How quixotic of you.

-Quixotic?

From Don Quixote, pursuer of lofty

but impractical ideals.

Usually a man.

Look, I just need to speak

to Willow Woodward. Is she here?

Already gone, I'm afraid. You're late.

And the law won't help you with that.

Let me have your attention

for a second.

As you might've heard, I'm here to verify

the whereabouts of a young girl.

-What's your name?

-Lily.

Lily, I'm Officer Ed. Hi.

Could you pass that around

for me, sweetheart?

That is her name, Rowan Woodward.

Do any of you recognize the name

or the photograph?

There's your answer.

If she existed, we would know of her.

Now, will you please go?

Whose desk is this?

What?!

We trapped the little bird inside

to see how long he can stand it.

Now, why in the hell would you let them

do a sick thing like that?

-Where's the attendance?

-You have Sister Summersisle's authority?

No, I do not have--

You forget that this is a legal matter.

Well, I'm afraid

you still need her permission.

Put that back. Put that back.

Sorry. You're gonna have

to bear with me.

You little liars.

Rowan Woodward is your classmate,

isn't she?

Isn't she? That is her desk.

You're the biggest liar.

I'm warning you, you tell me another

and I'll arrest you myself.

That is a promise, Miss...?

Rose. Sister Rose.

Of course. Another plant. Rose.

For the last time, where is this girl?

I'll speak to you outside.

Girls, continue with your compositions.

-Well?

-You don't understand.

That's exactly right. I do not understand.

But I'm going to.

Mr. Malus, no one is lying to you.

I told you that if Rowan Woodward existed,

we'd know of her.

If she existed? If?

-But you cannot come barging into our--

-I saw that she existed with my own eyes.

And I suppose her mother is lying

to me too, huh? She's lying?

Not lying, no.

Grieving.

We all are.

Wait, wait, wait.

When you say that she's grieving...

...you mean that Rowan is dead?

You would say so. Yes.

-She's dead or she isn't?

-We never use that word here.

No, that'd be too quixotic.

Yes.

You see, we believe that after

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