The Wicker Man Page #4

Unconscious.

Yeah. Beekeepers.

They seem to be everywhere on the island.

Oh, yes. It takes quite a few of them

to keep order around here.

I'm sure.

I can tell what she sees in you.

A kind of rough potential.

Thanks, I guess.

So I hear you were expecting me.

Why's that?

Just a matter of time

before you came here.

I believe you're looking for a child?

-I might have found her.

-Excellent.

Not exactly.

In a grave.

And I'd like your permission

to exhume the body, if one exists...

...and have it removed for an autopsy.

You suspect foul play?

Yeah. Murder.

How perplexing for you.

In that case, you must carry on.

You don't seem very concerned.

No.

I suppose because I have...

...confidence that your suspicions

are wrong.

We don't murder here.

Yeah. Well, even if a victim complies,

it's still murder.

Well, perhaps where you come from.

But we have our own beliefs.

Right, right, right.

The festivals. All those offerings.

To whom, exactly?

To the great Mother Goddess

who rules this island...

...with me as her earthly representative.

You?

I'm the spiritual heart of this colony.

You honestly encourage

this sort of worship?

Come on. It's so nice. Let's wander.

My Celtic ancestors, all the way back...

...rebelled against the suppression

of the feminine.

So in the late 17th century,

they fled to the New World.

Unfortunately, they settled near Salem.

So when they saw that

the persecution continued, even here...

...well, that started a long

and painful migration westward.

In the 1850s, my great-great-grandmother

led a group of people here...

...and vowed never to enter

into that other world again.

How's that possible? You can't just--

Oh, those pioneers needed

little urging to isolate.

They were looking

for a simpler way of life.

Of course, some do leave,

like our Willow...

...you know, to test themselves or us.

Or to find a man.

But they always come home, eventually.

-Men are what, second-class citizens?

-No, not at all. We love our men.

We're just not subservient to them.

The men are a very important part

of our little colony.

Breeding, you know.

God.

Quite a little racket you've got going

for yourself here. Breeding?

Sounds like inbreeding to me.

Please don't criticize

what you know nothing about.

Don't any of you wanna just be

with someone? Fall in love?

We procreate because

that's the desire of the Goddess.

To assure ourselves of worthy offspring.

The strongest, the finest,

the most sturdy of our kind.

I see. Female, right?

And what if someone just happens

to have a boy? What do you do then?

That depends.

Let me ask you one other thing,

because, frankly, I just don't get you.

I do not get this place.

Oh, you will. In time, perhaps.

Perhaps it is time for you

to stop bullshitting me, okay?

Now, you be careful.

Especially when a little girl's life

is at stake. My little girl.

I'm sure you've guessed.

As a matter of fact, yes.

I'm only interested in the law, sister.

I need to remind you, you are still within

reach of the powers of a normal society.

So if you wackos practice kidnapping

and ritualized murder, it is my job--

I believe I've mentioned

our stand on murder.

Murder is murder.

Now, do I have permission to open

the grave of Rowan Woodward?

I was under the impression

I'd already given it to you.

Your transport.

Well, it's just been fascinating to converse

with someone from a normal society.

Till we meet again.

Rowan?

Rowan?

Rowan?

Rowan?

Rowan?

Rowan? Rowan!

Help!

Hey!

Help!

Help!

My daughter is what matters

to me now. Rowan.

I wish that I stayed and made a life

with you, but I didn't.

I came back here and had our child,

and now she's....

-Well, who were they?

-Don't know.

May never know.

Edward?

I'm down here.

Edward?

Yeah. Somebody shut the lid.

-I'm coming.

-Oh, God.

Willow. Look. Look at this.

She was here. She was down there.

Somebody's keeping her here.

I wanna show you something else.

Come on.

This hers? Tell me!

Yes, I think it-- Yeah, but--

How'd it get burned?

How'd it get burned?!

How'd it get burned?!

I don't know!

-Where are you going?

-To her place.

-I'm coming with you.

-No, Willow! I mean it.

But maybe if we--

Why are you--?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Something bad is about to happen.

I can feel it.

Go to the house and lock yourself in.

I'll come back for you.

Go! Now!

Summersisle!

Summersisle?

Summersisle!

Summersisle?

Summersisle!

Summersisle!

Summersisle?

Summersisle!

Summersisle!

He's gone now.

Excellent.

-What's with the feathers?

-We're all preparing.

-For what? A celebration?

-Oh, yes.

Of death and rebirth.

Sister Rose, she's only a child.

You're a teacher.

Think about what you're doing.

The time for sentiment is over.

The moment has come.

I won't let her die.

So gallant, Sir Knight.

Still tilting windmills, I see.

Right until the end.

Get off the bike.

Get off the bike.

Step away from the bike.

Take your stupid mask.

-It is he.

-It is he.

I need your help. All of you.

Can't you hear me?

I said I need your help.

Don't be afraid.

I'm looking for a missing girl.

Take that mask off your kid.

You wait a minute! Do you have

permission to charge in and disturb--?

No! I don't need anybody's

goddamn permission!

I'm gonna search every inch of this town

and anybody who interferes...

...will be brought up on murder charges,

got that?

You have my permission

to stay out of the f***ing way!

Hey! Take those masks off.

-Hey! Stop it!

-Come here.

-Go away. Don't.

-Get out.

Rowan?

Rowan?

I trust you won't have to let

your costume out again this year, sister.

Very soon you'll be

an entire family of bears.

Oh, I'll manage, Sister Oak.

It does seem to shrink

a bit each year, however.

So, sister, did you see

to that business at the harbor?

Oh, yes. Just as you instructed.

Now I'll be off.

Well, well.

You look a bit worse for wear,

now, don't you?

O Goddess of the Fields...

...I bring this humble colony before you

on this day.

This most sacred of days.

Please accept our offering.

Hail, Goddess of the Fields.

Accept our offering.

That you will once again

in the year to come...

...bestow on us

the rich and diverse fruits of thy realm.

God!

I thought I told you to wait for me.

What do you mean? I had to come.

And now...

...we fulfill our deepest purpose...

...to balance the forces of dark and light.

Oh, good God.

What is it? What's wrong, sister?

Don't be frightened.

Go.

My name is Edward. I'm gonna save you.

Come on. This way.

Hurry.

Wait. Rowan. Rowan, wait. Wait.

Hello? Hello? Pete! Pete! Help us!

Help! Please! Please help!

Come on. Let's go.

Rowan. Honey. Slow down.

Rowan, slow down.

Rowan! Rowan, stop!

Did I do it right, Mommy? Did I?

Yes, my love.

Oh, my little Rowan.

You did it excellently.

Don't touch her! Do not touch her!

Rowan, come back here.

Welcome, Mr. Malus.

You have come of your own free will...

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