The Wicker Man

I have received of the Lord

that which also I delivered onto you.

The Lord Jesus, the same night in which he was betrayed, took bread,

and when he had given thanks,

he broke it and said,

"Take. Eat.

"This is my body,

"which is broken for you,

"this do in remembrance of me."

And after the same manner he also took the cup

when he had eaten, saying,

"This cup is the new covenant in my blood.

"This, oft as you drink it, in remembrance of me,

"or as often as you eat this bread

"and drink this wine,

"you do shew the Lord's death

"till he comes again."

Will you send a dinghy, please?

'Did you hear me? I'd like a dinghy, if you please.'

Hello, sir! Have you lost your bearings?

'No, sir, I don't think so.

- 'This is Summerisle, is it not? ' - It is, sir!

'I'm right then. Now, would you send a dinghy, please? '

I'm afraid it can't be done, sir! This is private property!

You can't land here without written permission!

'I, as you can see, am a police officer.

'A complaint has been registered

'by a resident of this island about a missing child.

'Now, that makes it a police matter, private property or not.

'Now, will you send a dinghy, please? '

Need to tell his lordship, aye.

Good day to you, sir. I'm the harbour master.

Sergeant Howie, West Highland police.

A missing child is always trouble.

Aye, aye, aye, for everybody.

Perhaps you would be good enough to explain matters to his lordship.

He's most particular who lands here.

All in good time. We, too, have our own particularities.

You know her? Her name is Rowan Morrison.

The photo was in this letter, posted here on Summerisle.

No, no, never seen her before.

I don't know the face either. Do you know her, Kenny?

She doesn't belong to this island.

No, I never saw her before.

No, she doesn't belong here at all. Johnnie?

The letter is anonymous.

It was addressed to me personally on the mainland.

No, cannae say I know her.

Now, now, what are you saying? You're saying she's not from the island?

That's right. She's not from here.

You get Morrisons on Lewis and a few on Mull. I would try there.

Thanks.

"None of us has seen May Morrison's daughter Rowan since last year.

"She's only 12, and she's been missing from her home for many months."

The mother's name is May Morrison.

Oh, May! She quite slipped my memory.

Of course we've got May. She keeps the post office in the high street.

- May Morrison? You're quite sure? - Quite sure.

Well, thank you for your help.

That's not May's daughter, though!

No, she's not May's.

Then who is she?

- Good afternoon. - I like your rabbits.

Those are hares, not silly old rabbits.

Lovely March hares. Can I help you?

- Mrs Morrison? Mrs May Morrison? - Yes.

- Sergeant Howie, West Highland police. - Oh, my!

Did you come over in that aeroplane that I saw flying round?

- Aye, that's right. - What, just to see me?

Well, no, not exactly. Erm...

I'm making inquiries about your daughter. We understand that she's missing.

Missing? My daughter?

- Aye. You do have a daughter? - Yes.

- And that's her? - Oh, never.

I tell you no.

I think you'd better come with me.

This is our Myrtle. She was nine last Thursday.

She's not a bit like the girl in your photograph.

She must be at least 13 or 14, surely.

Myrtle, say hello.

- This is Sergeant... Oh! - Howie.

- Oh. - Hello, Myrtle.

How do you do?

- Look, Mummy, I'm drawing a hare. - Ah.

Excuse me, Sergeant.

Hello.

Here you are, you can fill in the ears in grey.

Oh, sorry.

Thank you, Myrtle.

Myrtle, do you, erm... do you know Rowan?

Course I do.

- You do? - Course I do, silly.

- Uh, do you know where she is now? - In the fields.

She runs and plays there all day.

Does she? Do you think she'll be coming back for tea?

Tea? Hares don't have tea, silly.

Hares?

She's a hare. Rowan's a hare. She has a lovely time.

- Well, tell me... - Well, now, Sergeant.

You will stay and have a cup of tea, won't you?

- Oh, well, yes, yes, please. - Good.

- That's very kind of you. - Not at all.

It must be thirsty work, asking all those questions, eh?

Aye.

- Hello. Evening. - Evening.

- Evening. - Hello again.

- Are you the landlord here? - Aye. I'm Alder MacGreagor.

And you must be the policeman from the mainland.

Aye, that's right. Sergeant Howie, West Highland constabulary.

I'm quite obviously not going to get back to the mainland tonight,

so I wondered if you had a room and a bite of supper I could have.

- Could you manage that? - Aye, I think that can be arranged.

My daughter Willow will show you to your room.

- Willow! - Father?

This is Sergeant Howie, a policeman from the mainland,

who will be spending the night with us.

- This is my daughter, Willow. - Good evening.

Show the Sergeant to his room, would you?

- I'd like my supper now, please. - It won't be long, Sergeant.

Och, you don't want to let them worry you.

Why don't you have a wee drink?

No, thank you, not just now.

I think you all ought to know that I am here on official business.

I am here to investigate the disappearance of a young girl...

...as doubtless, the harbour master has already told you by now.

There's the girl. Her name is Rowan Morrison.

Would you pass that among your customers, please?

Now, if any of you can give me any idea as to her whereabouts,

I'd be most grateful if you'd let me know.

No, I've not seen her. Have you tried the mainland?

No, I've not see her. I've not seen her at all.

No, I'm afraid nobody's seen her, Sergeant.

Thank you. Are these harvest festival photographs?

Aye, we have one taken at the end of every summer.

- What happened to last year's? - It got broke.

Your supper's ready, Sergeant.

Willow, show the Sergeant to the dining room.

Thank you.

It's disgusting.

- Thank you. - What's the matter, aren't you hungry?

Aye, it's just most of the food I've had,

the farmhouse soup, the potatoes, broad beans, all come out of a can.

Broad beans, in their natural state, aren't usually turquoise, are they?

Some things in their natural state have the most vivid colours.

I-I-I... just wanted to know why, that's all.

Now, I wonder what you'll be wanting for afters?

- I'll have an apple. - No apples.

No apples? On an island famous for its fruit and vegetables?

I expect they've all been exported.

You can have peaches and cream, if you like.

Aye, from a can, I suppose.

All right.

Cheer up. Food isn't everything in life, you know.

Up, up, up, up!

Up, up, up, up, up, up!

Where?

You'll find it at the top of the stair on your right.