The Wicker Tree Page #6

- J' Eating people is wrong... J'

- It says, "Press 3."

Um... No. One?

This is crazy, mister.

How do you do this?

J' Eating people is bad J'

J' But people have always

eaten people... J'

- B*tch.

- ( screams )

What's this music you're playing,

you miserable wee prick?

Beth:

Put me down!

Let me go!

It's a trap, Steve.

Follow me, quick.

Sure. It's just a game, Lolly.

Lolly:

No, it's not a game.

Please don't go, Steve.

Steve!

Oh.

( crowd shouting )

Come on, come on.

(villagers yelling )

Morning, Mr. Beame.

Morning, Mary.

Yes, well,

I think we have excelled ourselves

this year.

Beth really inspired everybody.

Such a lovely girl,

and that beautiful voice--

the perfect queen.

I've always wanted to ask--

why the oil?

It's not as if you're going to

cook her.

No, it just makes the skin

more flexible.

It's easier to peel. I could use

the analogy of a peach.

That's quite enough, Mr. Beame.

We don't want to hear

the gory details,

do we, Mary?

Oh, no.

She's still breathing.

Oh, yes.

She's just sedated.

Mr. Beame likes the queen

to be absolutely fresh

when he starts

to work on her.

What are you looking for?

It's just one of these eyes

are not at all

the right color.

Where is my bowl of eyes?

It was on the shelf over there,

I could swear.

( gasps )

That Dougie--

he forgot to give them back.

Are you mad, woman?

You lent the queen's eyes,

which are absolutely sacred

and irreplaceable,

to that idiot Douglas McCrea?

He'll be riding after the Laddie

just now.

You'll have to wait

until after the feast.

Daisy:
As I thought--

hazel green,

a wonderful color.

Sleep a good sleep,

my lovely.

( crows cawing )

Hey, what took you guys

solong?

Hope you brought some food

'cause I'm starving.

Laddie,

you are a prince

among men, a king.

We all--

all salute you.

You will give your life

so that a new generation

of our people

will be born

blessing your name.

Children will be called

after you.

Hallowed be thy name.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Where am I?

And now we will sing

the hymn

that you and Beth

taught us.

J' Would you be free J'

J' From your burden of sin? J'

J' There's power in the blood J'

J' Power in the blood J'

J' Would you o'er evil J'

J' A victory win? J'

J' There's power in the blood J'

J' Of the Lamb J'

J' There is power, power J'

J' Wonder-working power J'

J' In the blood J'

J' Of the Lamb J'

J' There is power, power J'

J' Wonder-working power J'

J' In the precious blood J'

J' Of the Lamb. J'

O blessed sun,

our ancestors feared

one terrible winter's day

that you would set

in the western sky,

plunging us

into perpetual night.

And yet you shine

upon us still.

O glorious sun,

accept our sacrifice

that we may be fruitful

once again.

We pI'aY

that we may once more

hear the sound

of children's laughter

in our midst.

( crowd growling )

( screaming )

( screaming continues )

(=n/ins )

Steve.

( Cawing )

J' Come with me,

be with me J'

J' Play with me

and love with me J'

- J' Come with me, be with me... J'

- Oh.

J' Play with me

and love with me J'

J' Come with me,

be with me J'

J' Play with me

and love with me J'

- J' Oh, tell me it's all right... J'

-( pounding )

- J' Stay with me tonight... J'

- Beth:
Hello?

Let me out!

Beth:
Help!

Let me out!

Oh, God.

Where's Steve?

I tried to save him.

I begged him to follow me.

He's dead, Beth.

You're lying.

Where's Sir Lachlan?

The Laddie is--

is a sacrament.

He's the perfect sacrifice.

Beth, you have to believe me.

I tried to save him.

He thought it was

just a silly game.

They killed him?

They killed Steve?

It isn't possible.

Don't go that way.

Don't you know what

they're going to do to you?

Get on this horse now

and we'll go.

If Steve's really dead,

I'm certainly not gonna run away.

The Lord has chosen me

for this, Lolly.

He saved me from Beame

and He will protect me now.

You're forgetting

you're the Queen of the May.

You're next.

That's right.

I am one Queen of the May

that no one is ever

gonna forget.

( People grunting )

J' Wicker is woman J'

J' She is a tree J'

J' Soft and most tender J'

J' And free J'

J' Wicker is man J'

J' And hard wood is he J'

J' Strong are the arms J'

J' Of the wicker tree J'

J' Insatiable tree J'

J' Part he and she J'

J' O wicker tree J'

J' Wicker tree. J'

Paul.

Paul, what is it?

It's the queen.

Where's Steve?

ls he really dead?

Steve won, dear queen.

You really should be

very proud of him.

He was the finest Laddie

we ever had.

Had?

Danny,

is Steve really dead?

Aye, he is, my queen.

And no one will ever

find his body.

It is all gone.

But his soul,

his new self--

it is in a heaven

beyond our imagining.

Remember the song?

He shalt have a horse

of the gods' own breed

He shalt have hounds

that can outrun the wind.

Lachlan:
Up there, nothing will be

too good for our wonderful Laddie.

Steve was chosen

for his innate goodness.

He is our gift to the gods,

and they will love him forever

and reward us with renewed life

here in Tressock.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

- it is time to--

- Murderer!

( screaming )

No.

Don't you have a song

for this?

Auld Lang Syne," perhaps?

What, you don't like that one?

How about your "Laddie" song?

I don't really know the words,

so you'll have to help me.

J' He shalt have horses J'

J' Of the fairy breed. J'

Oh, come on, Danny, sing.

Your king is dead.

Will you sing for your queen

and for my Laddie?

J' Delightful is the land J'

J' Beyond all dreams J'

J' Fairer than aught J'

J' Thine eyes have ever seen J'

J' There all the year J'

J' The fruit is on the tree J'

J' And all the year J'

J' The bloom is on the flower J'

J' There with wild honey drip J'

J' The forest trees J'

J' Nor pain

nor sickness knows J'

J' The dweller there J'

J' Death and decay J'

J' Come near him

nevermore... J'

(humming)

( cawing )

I told Laddie he should have

brought his shooters.

What's the use of a cowboy

without his shooters?

Shooters?

Steve-- where did you

see him?

Last night.

He was at the inn.

It's so unfair.

I'm not supposed to leave the house

during the May Day celebrations,

but my mom and dad

wanted to go to the feast.

I have to wait till I'm a man

they keep saying.

Sweetheart, where's the nearest

village to Tressock?

Am I going

in the right direction?

Lancart's over there.

Beth, if you want to avoid the road,

it's best to follow me.

Okay, let's go.

Come on.

Beth:

I just want to go home.

( crow cawing )

It's just a little bit further.

No. No.

Stay still.

Beth:
God!

(woman screaming )

LoHy,push,push.

Push.

We have a little cowboy.

Find us a man

to give us another.

- And another.

- And another.

(whirring )

J' I know where I'm going J'

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' Combs to buckle my hair J'

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