The Wicker Tree
1
Man on radio:
It's 8:
00 a.m. and a glorious 74here in downtown Dallas.
Let's kick things off with the our own
hometown sweetheart Beth Boothby.
Beth:
J' I know who goes with me J'
J' I know who I love J'
J' My dear knows who I'll marry J'
J' I have stockings of silk J'
J' Shoes of bright green leather J'
J' And a ring for every finger J'
J' Featherbeds are soft J'
J' But I would give them all J'
J' For my handsome J'
J' Some say he is poor J'
J' I say he is bonny... J'
I'm so glad
you're going with me.
I couldn't let you loose among
all them heathens, honey,
not on your lonesome.
J' Handsome, winsome Johnny J'
J' I know where I'm going. J'
Hi, Beth. Autograph?
J' He hath filled the hungry
with good things J'
J' And the rich he hath sent
empty away J'
J' He hath helped
J' In remembrance
of his mercy J'
J' Spoke to our fathers,
to Abraham J'
J' And to his seed J'
J' Forever. J'
( cheering )
We are gathered here today
to say Godspeed
to Beth and Steve--
two of our young redeemers
who are going to give two years
and to bringing
His message
to the lost people
of Scotland.
( cheering )
Seemingly,
there are people there
that have forgotten the Lord.
Many, I hear, don't even
believe in angels.
- ( crowd murmuring)
- Don't even believe
in angels, folks.
Beth, I want you to know
that we are all
real proud of you.
But you are going out there
to do some service to God.
And, Steve,
you take real good care of this
lovely little lady, do you hear?
Yes, sir.
( applause )
May God bless you both
and bring you back safe,
successful and pure to us here.
And we will give you
the wedding of the year.
And that's a promise. Amen.
( cawing )
( saw buzzing )
I'm up to my oysters
in shite!
Beth. Beth.
- You look gorgeous.
- Give them some space.
Over here, Beth.
Over here.
Photographer:
Just one more, Beth.
Thank you, darling.
Delia, welcome indeed.
As you can see, your young guests
are already here.
This is Beth Boothby.
She and her friend
are looking forward
to preaching door to door.
God bless them.
Beth, this is
Sir Lachlan Morrison--
Pleasure.
--the patron for our concert
here today.
We're just so grateful
to you, sir,
andlady?
Oh, call us
Lachlan and Delia.
We don't stand
on ceremony here.
And who is this?
my fianc.
Nice to meet you, sir, ma'am.
See our silver rings?
- Oh, the same rings?
- How charming.
To show
that you're engaged?
As a sign
of our chastity, ma'am.
Photographer:
Beautiful. Thank you.
Well, I guess it don't appeal
too much to some young folks here,
but thanks to your invite,
me and Beth--
we've come over here
to try and change that.
- Right, baby?
- Yeah.
Beth, I think
they're ready for you.
Excuse me.
Fans:
Beth, Beth.
( tuning instruments )
Great.
- Thank you. Bye.
- Come on, out. Out.
They're both perfect.
I was afraid we'd have to look
further afield this year.
What a little star,
especially if she can sing.
And rather beautiful, too.
In a corn-fed, apple-cheeks
sort of way.
A perfect mate
for a cowboy, then.
Absolutely.
I bet she smells
of the dairy,
and just a hint of warm
cow sh*t behind the ears.
So you approve of her, then?
Oh, and that poor Steve,
wearing that ridiculous
silver ring
and waiting
till his wedding day.
over there in America, isn't it?
Oh, look, they're fixing up
the mic for her.
None of these pop people
can really sing.
(organ playing)
J' I know that my Redeemer lives J'
J' What joy the blessed
I need to have a word
with that cowboy.
Why not?
J' He lives, He lives J'
J' That once was dead J'
J' He lives... J'
You must be very proud.
Oh, I sure am.
For me, that voice of hers
is always just awesome.
Papa says
she sounds like an angel.
Oh, of course.
That's what she reminds me of--
an angel.
Do you believe in angels?
Doesn't everyone?
Hats in church--
it's one of our local to-dos.
It makes you look even more--
well, now, what would
the Americans say?
--cute without it.
Beth:
J' In time of need J'
J' He lives, my Savior J'
J' Still the same J'
J' I know that my Redeemer J'
J' Lives. J'
- ( camera shutters clicking )
( door opens, closes )
Steve.
( laughs )
I do not believe
how that Lachlan talks.
And did you get that he's a real sir,
like a knight?
Oh, I mean,
they're just so kind
and enthusiastic,
but, like, totally polite.
It's awesome,
and in that amazing
accent of theirs.
You're just used to kids, honey.
Those dudes are old.
But, boy, did they love you.
Whoo!
And how about you, cowboy?
That new singing gal is me.
Do you still love me?
I loved you when you had
braces on your teeth, Beth.
And, boy, I love you now.
Silver ring, Steve.
Silver ring, honey.
Sometimes I just don't think
I'm ever--
ever gonna get used to...
Abstaining?
Well, that is the new
Beth Boothby.
Let's listen
to the old Beth Boothby
in "Trailer Trash Love."
J' I got nothing to sell,
I got favors for rent J'
J' And the lovin' I give
is heaven-sent J'
J' If you buy me a beer
and want to try your luck... J'
Oh, no, no.
J' Then take me for a ride
J' Call me cheap,
call me a whore J'
J' That may be true
if you get in my door J'
J' There are pleasures in heaven
from God above J'
J' But, baby, nothing compares
to my trailer trash love... J'
Oh, I just hate her
( laughs )
But it's you, baby.
Not anymore, she ain't.
J' I was born in a car... J'
Oh, where are you
going, Steve?
To my room, honey.
Listen, I promise
that when we're wed
you're gonna know you married
a real little old Jezebel.
Delia.
Yeah, that concert
was wonderful.
Oh, you and Lachlan
are so kind.
No.
Steve's gotten us a whole bunch
of maps, but thank you.
Sure, we've got your numbers.
We'll call if anything comes up.
Yeah, we'll let you know
how it goes.
I really appreciate it, Delia.
Night
It would make such a difference
if you could just read through these.
- No, no, no, thank you.
- If we could just leave them with you.
- No, no, thank you. No, thank you.
- Please just take--
And if you just
take a look here at--
No, no, no.
If you just let Jesus
into your heart, sir.
Those city folk just hated our guts
- as soon as they saw us.
- Yeah, but--
A country soul
is as good as a city soul
any day in my book.
A soul is a soul, Beth.
And I think we've got a real
good chance to save some,
- Steve's right, Beth.
What is the point of having
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