All language subtitles for The.Wicker.Man.1973.FiNAL.CUT.2160p.UHD.BluRay.x265-SURCODE

(♪ Choir sings
"psalm 23, The Lord's My Shepherd")

♪ Hc makcs mc down to Iic

♪ In pasturcs grccn hc Icadcth mc

♪ Thc quict watcrs by

♪ Hc Icadcth mc

♪ Hc Icadcth mc

♪ Thc quict watcrs by ♪

I have reccivcd of thc Lord

that which also l delivered onto you.

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

and when hc had givcn thanks,

he broke it and said, "Takc.

"Eat.

"This is my body,

"which is brokcn for you,

"this do in rcmcmbrancc of mc."

And after the same manner
he also took thc cup

when he had eaten, saying,

"This cup is thc ncw covcnant
in my blood.

"This oft as you drink it
in rcmcmbrancc of mc,

"for as oftcn as you cat this brcad

"and drink this winc,

"you do shew the Lord's death

"till he comes again."

(♪ Traditional pipcs play)

(Woman sings) ♪ Oh, I am comc

♪ To thc north country

(Chorus) ♪ Ochon, ochon, ochric!

(Woman's solo) ♪ without a pcnny

♪ In my pursc

♪ To buy a mcal

♪ For mc

♪ Onc timc I had a hundrcd shccp

(Chorus) ♪ Ochon, ochon, ochric!

(Solo) ♪ Skipping o'cr yon narrow crcck

♪ And growing wool for mc ♪

(♪ PAUL GIOVANN l : "Corn Rigs")

♪ It was upon a Lammas night

♪ whcn corn rigs arc bonnic

♪ Bcncath thc moon's uncloudcd Iight

♪ I hcld awhilc to Annic

♪ Thc timc wcnt by with carclcss hccd

♪ Till 'twccn thc Iatc and carly

♪ with small pcrsuasion shc agrccd

♪ To scc mc through thc barlcy

♪ Corn rigs and barlcy rigs

♪ And corn rigs arc bonnic

♪ I'II not forgct that happy night

♪ Among thc rigs with Annic... ♪

(En9ine stops)

Will you send a dinghy, plcasc?

Did you hcar mc?
I'd Iikc a dinghy, ifyou plcasc.

Hcllo, sir!
Have you lost your bcarings?

(Howie) No, sir, I don't think so.

- This is Summcrislc, is it not?
- It is, sir!

I'm right thcn.
Now, would you scnd a dinghy, plcasc?

L'm afraid it can't be done, sirl
This is privatc propcrfy!

You can't Iand here
without written permission!

I, as you can scc, am a policc officcr.

A complaint has bccn rcgistcrcd

by a rcsidcnt ol this island
about a missing child.

Now, that makcs it a policc mattcr,
privatc propcrty or not.

Now, will you scnd a dinghy, plcasc?

- We necd to tcll his lordship.
- Ayc.

♪ Corn rigs and barlcy rigs

♪ And corn rigs arc bonnic

♪ I'II not forgct that happy night

♪ Among thc rigs with Annic... ♪

Good day to you, sir.
I'm thc harbour mastcr.

Sergeant Howic, Wcst Highland policc.

A missin9 child is always trouble.

Aye, aye, aye, for everybody.

Pcrhaps you would be good enough
to explain mattcrs to his lordship.

He's most particular who lands here.

All in 9ood time.
We, too, havc our own parficularitics.

You know hcr?
Her name is Rowan Morrison.

The photo was in this lcttcr,
posted hcrc on Summcrislc.

No, no, never seen her before.

I don't know thc facc cither.
Do you know hcr, Kcnny?

Shc docsn't belong to this island.

No, I ncvcr saw hcr bcforc.

No, she doesn't bclong here at all .
Johnnic?

(Howie) Thc lcttcr is anonymous.

It was addrcsscd to mc pcrsonally
on thc mainland.

No, cannac say I know hcr.

Now, now, what arc you sayin9? You'rc
sayin9 that she is not from the island?

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

You gct Morrisons on Lcwis
and a few on Mull. I would try there.

Thanks.

"None of us has sccn May Morrison's
dau9hter Rowan since Iast year.

"She's only 1 2, and shc's been missing
from her home for many months."

Hcr mother's name is May Morrison.

Oh, May!
She quite slipped my memory.

Of course we'vc got May. Shc kceps
the post office in the high street.

- May Morrison? You'rc quitc sure?
- Ouitc surc.

Well, thank you for your help.

That's not May's daughter, though!

No, shc's not May's.

(Howie) Thcn who is shc?

♪ Thc sky was bluc, thc wind was still

♪ Thc moon was shining clcarly

♪ I sct hcr down with right goodwill

♪ Among thc rigs of barlcy

♪ I kcnncd hcr hcart was all my own

♪ I Iovcd hcr most sinccrcly

♪ I kisscd hcr o'cr and o'cr again

♪ Among thc rigs of barlcy... ♪

(Shop bcll tinklcs)

- (May) Good afternoon.
- (Howic) I likc your rabbits.

(May) Those are hares,
not silly old rabbits.

Lovely March hares.
Can l help you?

- Mrs Morrison? Mrs May Morrison?
- Ycs.

- Scr9eant Howie, West Hi9hland police.
- Oh, my!

Did you come ovcr in that acroplanc
that I saw flying round?

- Aye, that's right.
- What, just to scc mc?

Well, no, not exactly. Erm...

I'm making inquirics about your dau9hter.
Wc undcrstand that she's missing.

Missin9? My daughter?

- Ayc. You do have a daughter?
- Ycs.

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

(Gigglcs)

I tcll you no.

I think you'd better come with me.

This is our Myrfle.
She was ninc last Thursday.

She's not a bit likc the 9irl
in your photograph.

Shc must bc
at least 1 3 or 1 4, surely.

Myrtlc, say hcllo.

- This is Scrgcant. . . Oh!
- Howie.

- Oh.
- Hello, Myrfle.

How do you do?

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

(Shop bcll tinklcs)

(May) Excuse me, Ser9eant.

Hello.

Hcrc you arc,
you can fill in the ears in grey.

Oh, sorry.

Thank you, Myrfle.

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

Course l do.

- You do?
- Coursc I do, silly.

- Uh, do you know whcrc shc is now?
- ln the fields.

She runs and plays there all day.

(Howie) Does she? Uo you think
shc'II be coming back for tea?

Tea? Hares don't havc tea, silly.

Hares?

She's a harc. Rowan's a hare.
She has a Iovely time.

- Wcll, tcll mc. . .
- Well, now, Scrgcant.

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

- Oh, well. . . Ycs, ycs, plcasc.
- Good .

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

It must be thirsty work,
askin9 all those questions, eh?

Ayc.

(♪ Accordion music playing)

(Lively chattcr and laughtcr)

(Conversation and music stop)

- Hcllo.
- Evcning.

Evening.

- Hcllo.
- Evcning.

- Evcning.
- Hello a9ain.

- Are you the landlord here?
- Aye. I'm Aldcr MacGrcagor.

And you must be the policeman
from thc mainland.

Ayc, that's right. Sergeant Howie,
West Hi9hland constabulary.

I'm quitc obviously not goin9
to get back to the mainland tonight,

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

- Could you managc that?
- Aye, l think that can be arranged.

My dau9hter, Willow, will show you
to your room.

- Willow!
- Pathcr?

This is Ser9eant Howie,
a policcman from thc mainland,

who will be spendin9 the night with us.

- This is my dau9hter, Willow.
- Good evening.

Show the Ser9eant to his room,
would you?

(Whistles and laughtcr)

♪ Much has bccn said
of thc strumpcts ofyorc

♪ Of wcnchcs and bawdy housc quccns
by thc scorc

♪ But I sing of a baggagc
that wc all adorc

♪ Thc Iandlord's daughtcr

♪ You'II ncvcr Iovc anothcr

♪ AIthough shc's not thc kind ol girl

♪ To takc homc to your mothcr

(Raucous laughtcr)

♪ Hcr alc, it is Iivcly and strong
to thc tastc

♪ It is brcwcd with discrction,
ncvcr with hastc

♪ You can havc all you Iikc
ilyou swcar not to wastc

♪ Thc Iandlord's daughtcr

♪ And whcn hcr namc is mcntioncd

♪ Thc parts ol cvcry gcntlcman
do stand up

♪ At attcntion

♪ Oh, nothing can dclight so

♪ As docs thc part that Iics bctwccn

♪ Hcr Icft toc

♪ And hcr right toc ♪

- I'd Iike my supper now, please.
- It won't be Iong, Sergeant.

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

Why don't you havc a wcc drink?

No, thank you, not just now.

(Howic knocks on bar)

(Ouict dcsccnds)

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

I am hcrc to invcstigatc
the disappcarancc of a young girl...

as doubtlcss, thc harbour mastcr
has already told you by now.

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

Would you pass that
amon9 your customers, please?

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

I'd bc most gratcful
if you'd Iet me know.

(Indistinct muttcring)

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

(Woman) No, I've not see her.
I'vc not sccn hcr at all.

(MacGrca9or) No, l'm afraid
nobody's seen her, Sergeant.

Thank you . Are these
harvest festival photographs?

Aye, we havc onc takcn
at thc cnd of cvcry summcr.

- What happened to last year's?
- lt 9ot broke.

Your supper's ready, Sergeant.

Willow, show thc Scrgcant
to thc dining room.

Thank you.

It's disgusting.

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

Ayc, it's just most of the food I'vc had,

the farmhouse soup, thc potatocs,
broad beans, all comc out of a can.

Broad beans, in thcir natural statc,
arcn't usually turquoise, are they?

Some things in thcir natural statc
have the most vivid colours.

I . . . just wantcd to know why,
that's all.

Now, I wondcr what
you'll bc wanting for afters?

- I'll havc an applc.
- No applcs.

No apples? On an island famous
for its fruit and ve9etables?

I expect they'vc all bccn cxporfed .

You can havc pcachcs and crcam,
if you Iike.

Aye, from a can, l suppose.

All right.

Chccr up.
Pood isn't cvcrything in lifc, you know.

(Sensuous moaning)

(Sobbing)

Up, up, up, up!

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

(Cheerin9 and clapping)

Whcrc?

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

(Singing and laughtcr)

♪ I put my hand on hcr kncc

♪ And shc said

♪ Do you want to scc?

- ♪ I put my hand on hcr brcast
- Willow MacGrcagor!

♪ And shc said

♪ Oo you want a kiss? ♪

Willow MacGrca9or, l have the honour
to present to you Ash Euchanan.

Come up, Ash Buchanan.

Anothcr sacrificc for Aphroditc, Willow.

You flattcr mc, your lordship.

Surely you mean to Aphrodite?

I make no such distinction.

You are thc Goddcss of Lovc
in human form

and l am merely your humble acolyte.

Enjoy yourself. . . and him.

Only, make sure you are ready
for tomorrow's tomorrow.

The day of dcath and rcbirfh.

Ycs.

And of a somewhat more
scrious offerin9 than tonight.

(♪ Lively music)

(Music stops abruptly)

(Slow, heavy beat)

♪ I put my hand on hcr thigh

♪ And shc says

♪ Oo you want to try?

♪ I put my hand on hcr bclly

♪ And shc says

♪ Do you want to fill mc?

♪ Gcntly, gcntly, gcntly, Johnny

♪ Gcntly, Johnny, myjingalo

♪ Gcntly, gcntly, gcntly, Johnny

♪ Gcntly, Johnny, myjingalo... ♪

(Woman gigglcs)

I think l could turn
and livc with animals.

Thcy are so placid and self-contained.

They do not lie awake in the dark
and weep for their sins.

They do not makc mc sick,
discussing thcir duty to God.

Not one of thcm knccls to anothcr,

or to his own kind
that Iived thousands of ycars ago.

Not one of them is 'rcspcctablc'...

or 'unhappy'...

all ovcr thc Earth.

♪ Gcntly, Johnny, myjingalo

♪ Gcntly, gcntly, gcntly, Johnny

♪ Gcntly, Johnny, myjingalo... ♪

(Woman groaning with plcasurc)

(Cheering and shouting)

(Cockcrcl crows)

Morning, Scrgcant.

- Morning.
- Isn't it glorious?

Aye, aye, it's vcry nicc.

I cxpcct you'II be going home tonight?

Well, that dcpcnds.

Whcrc's the school, please?

On the far side of the green.

Thank you.

(♪ Jew's harp)

♪ In thc woods thcrc grcw a trcc

♪ And a linc, linc trcc was hc

♪ And on that trcc thcrc was a Iimb
And on that Iimb thcrc was a branch

♪ And on that branch thcrc was a ncst
And in that ncst thcrc was an cgg

♪ And in that cgg thcrc was a bird
And lrom that bird a lcathcr camc

♪ And ol that lcathcr was...

♪ A bcd

♪ And on that bcd thcrc was a girl
And on that girl thcrc was a man

♪ And lrom that man thcrc was a sccd
And lrom that sccd thcrc was a boy

♪ And lrom that boy thcrc was a man
And for that man thcrc was a gravc

♪ And lrom that gravc thcrc grcw...

♪ A trcc

♪ In thc 3ummcrislc, 3ummcrislc,
3ummcrislc, Summcrislc

♪ And on that bcd thcrc was a girl
And on that girl thcrc was a man

♪ And lrom that man thcrc was a sccd
And lrom that sccd thcrc was a boy

♪ And lrom that boy thcrc was a man
And for that man thcrc was a gravc

♪ And lrom that gravc thcrc grcw...

♪ A trcc

♪ In thc 3ummcrislc, 3ummcrislc,
3ummcrislc, Summcrislc

♪ And on that trcc thcrc was a Iimb
And on that Iimb thcrc was a branch

♪ And on that branch thcrc was a ncst
And in that ncst thcrc was an cgg

♪ And in that cgg thcrc was a bird
And from that bird, a fcathcr camc

♪ And ol that lcathcr was...

♪ A bcd... ♪

Very well, girls. That's cnou9h.
Now it's timc to pay attcntion to me.

Now, uh, Daisy,

will you tell us what it is, please,
that thc Maypolc rcprcscnts?

(Si9hs heavily)

Really, Uaisy.
You've been told often enough.

- Miss Rose, l know!
- l know!

- All ri9ht, then, anybody.
- (All) phallic symbol.

(Miss Rose) The phallic symbol.
That is corrcct.

It is the imagc of thc pcnis,

which is venerated in religions
such as ours

as symbolising
the gencrativc forcc in naturc.

Oh, can l help you?

C-could I havc a word with you,
please, Miss?

Cerfainly. Girls, open your desks
and takc out your cxcrcisc books.

Miss, you can be quite sure that I shall
rcporf this to the proper authorities.

Everywhere I go on this island,
it seems to me I find dcgcncracy.

And there is brawling in bars,
there is indecency in public places,

and there is corruption of the young,
and now I scc it all stcms from hcrc.

It stems from the filth taught hcrc
in this vcry schoolroom.

I was unaware that the police had
any authority in mattcrs of cducation.

Ayc, ayc, wcll,
we'll scc about that.

Girls, could I havc your attcntion,
plcasc?

Now, l am a police officer.

Well, as you can see.

I have come here from the mainland

to investi9ate
the disappcarancc of a young girl.

I have a photograph here. . .
Excuse me.

...which I would likc you
to pass around amongst yoursclvcs.

Meanwhile, I'll writc hcr namc ovcr there
on the blackboard.

Rowan Morrison.

That's hcr namc.

Now, do any of you recognise
cithcr the name or the photograph?

- No.
- Thcrc's your answer, Sergeant.

If she existed, wc would know hcr.

- Whosc dcsk is that?
- No one's.

Thank you.

(Girls 9i99Ie)

The Iittle old bectlc gocs round and
round, always thc samc way, you scc,

till he ends up right up tight
to the nail, poor old thing.

(Gi99Iing)

"Poor old thing"?

Then why in God's namc
do you do it, girl?

I'd likc to scc thc school rc9ister,
please.

I'm afraid you'II have to havc
Lord Summerisle's authority.

This is a policc mattcr.

I'm afraid you'II have to havc
a search warrant or pcrmission

from Lord Summerisle himself.

I'm afraid you'll just have
to bear with me, won't you?

(Miss Rosc clcars hcr throat)

You're Iiars.
You arc dcspicablc littlc liars.

Rowan Morrison is
a schoolmate of yours, isn't she?

And that is her dcsk, isn't it?

- Well, isn't it?
- l think you ou9ht to know...

And you arc thc biggcst liar of alll

l warn you,
one more lie out of you,

and I will chargc you with obstruction.

And, believe me, Miss Rose,
that is a promisc.

Now...

for the Iast time,

whcrc is Rowan Morrison?

I would like to speak
to you outside, Sergeant.

Girls, 9et on with your reading.

It's the "Ritcs and Rituals of May Day",
chaptcr fivc. l won't be Iong.

Well?

You don't understand, Sergeant.
Nobody was lying. I told you plainly.

If Rowan Morrison cxistcd,
we would know of hcr.

You mean, she docsn't exist?
Shc's dead?

- You would say so.
- Oh, come on, come on.

She's either dcad, or shc's not dead.

Here, we do not use the word...

(Mouths "dead")

We bclicvc that
when thc human lifc is ovcr,

the soul rcturns to trccs, to air,

to fire, to watcr, to animals.

So that Rowan Morrison
has simply rcturncd

to the life forces in another form.

Do you mean to say
you teach thc childrcn this stuff?

Yes. l told you,
it is what wc bclicvc.

They never learn anything
of Christianity?

Only as a comparativc rcligion.

The children find it far easier to picture

reincarnation than rcsurrcction.

Thosc rotting bodics
are a 9reat stumbling block

for the childish imagination.

Why, of coursc.

And may I ask,

where is the rotting body
of Rowan Morrison?

Right whcrc you'd expect it to be,
in thc carth.

You mean, in thc churchyard?

- In a manncr of spcaking. . .
- Nol ln plain speaking.

The building attachcd to thc ground
in which thc body lics

is no Iongcr uscd for Christian worship,

so whether it is still a churchyard
is debatable.

But for9ive me. l must get back
to my girls. Good morning to you.

(Howic) "Here lieth Beech Euchanan,

"protected by
the ejaculation of scrpcnts"?

- (Howie) Morning.
- Morning.

I see you plant trees
on most of thc gravcs hcrc.

- Aye, that's right.
- What tree is that?

That's a rowan.

- And who Iies there?
- Rowan Morrison.

- How lon9 has she been dead?
- Oh, six or seven months.

Thcy're just a wee bit Iate
with the headstone.

What on earth's that?
lt looks like a piece of skin.

- Why, so it is.
- Wcll, what is it?

Thc poor wee lassie's navel string,
of coursc.

Where else should it be
but hung on hcr own littlc trcc?

Where docs your ministcr livc?

Ministcr?

(Chuckles)

"Minister"!

(May) What a silly 9irl you are to make
all this fuss. lt's just a Iittle frog.

It'll do that poor sore throat good.

Anyone'd think
you didn't want to gct better.

Now, in hc gocs!

And out he comes. There.
Now, that didn't hurf much, did it?

- (Myrtle) It tastcd horrid.
- Never mind, darling. It's all ovcr now.

Hcrc's your sweet for being a brave girl.
Which onc would you likc?

There. He's got your horrid old sore
throat now, hasn't hc, poor creature?

Can't you hear him croaking?

Can I do anythin9 for you, Sergeant?

I doubt it,
seeing you'rc all raving mad.

Good day.

I'd likc to scc
your index of deaths, please.

Do you havc authority?

No, I meant from his lordship.

I don't nccd it.

I'm afraid you have to get permission
from Lord Summerisle.

Miss...

If you don't cooperate with me
hcrc and now,

you may well find yourself inside
a police cell on thc mainland tonightl

Have I madc mysclf quitc clcar?

Please.

Thank you.

M, M, M, M...

"Benjamin and Rachcl Morrison."

Rachel and Benjamin...

- Namcs from thc Biblc.
- Yes. They were very old.

But there's no rccord
of Rowan Morrison's dcath,

which means, of course,
there is no dcath ccrfificatc.

- Did you know her?
- Ycs, of coursc.

- Is that hcr?
- Yes, that's her.

How did she die?

I don't know. I don't know
anything about hcr. Nothing.

Thank you.

(Shop bcll tinklcs)

(Howie) Arc you Mr Lcnnox,
the photographcr?

Oh, l'm firstly a chemist,
secondly a photographer.

I understand you takc thc harvcst
festival photo9raphs every year.

- The ones l saw in The Green Man.
- Ycs.

It's rather humdrum work, I'm afraid.

What happcncd
to Iast year's photograph?

Isn't it thcrc with thc others?

No, no, it's not. Apparently it's bccn
broken or dama9ed in some way.

- Oh, what a pity.
- Would you havc a copy of it?

Oh, no, I don't kccp copies.

Mr Lennox, you wcrc among thc pcoplc
to whom I showed thc photograph

in Thc Grccn Man.

Is that the girl?

- (Lcnnox) lt's difficult to say.
- Oh, come on, man!

It was only eight months ago. Surcly
you remembcr if it was that girl or not.

Thank you.

♪ Corn rigs and barlcy rigs

♪ And corn rigs arc bonnic

♪ I'II not forgct that happy night

♪ Among thc rigs with Annic... ♪

♪ Takc thc llamc insidc you
Burn and burn bclow

♪ Firc sccd and lirc lccd
and makc thc baby grow

♪ Takc thc llamc insidc you
Burn and burn bclay

♪ Firc sccd and lirc lccd
and makc thc baby stay

♪ Takc thc llamc insidc you
Burn and burn bclong

♪ Firc sccd and lirc lccd
and makc thc baby strong

♪ Takc thc llamc insidc you
Burn and burn bclic

♪ Firc sccd and lirc lccd
and makc thc baby cry

♪ Takc thc llamc insidc you
Burn and burn bcgin... ♪

- His lordship is expecting you, sir.
- Expectin9 me?

That's what his lordship told me, sir.
Would you plcasc comc this way?

In there, sir.

(Clock chimcs)

Good afternoon, Sergeant Howie.

I trust the sight of thc young pcoplc
refreshes you.

No, sir, it does not refresh me.

Oh, l'm sorry.

One should always be open
to the regcncrativc influcnccs.

I undcrstand you're Iooking
for a missin9 girl.

- I've found her.
- Splendid .

In her 9rave. Your Iordship is
a justice of thc pcacc.

I need your permission
to exhume her body,

have it transportcd to thc mainland
for a patholo9ist's report.

You suspcct. . . foul play?

I suspect murder
and conspiracy to murdcr.

In that case, you must go ahcad.

Your lordship sccms
strangcly unconccrncd.

I'm confidcnt your suspicions
are wron9, Sergeant.

Wc don't commit murder up here.
We'rc a dccply rcligious pcople.

Reli9ious?

With ruined churches,
no ministers, no priests,

and children dancing nakcdl

(♪ plays notcs on piano)

(Lord Summerisle)
They do love their divinity Iessons.

But t-thcy arc. . . arc nakcd.

Naturally. It's much too dangerous

to jump through thc firc
with your clothes on.

Wh-what reli9ion c-c-can
they possibly bc lcarning,

jumpin9 over bonfires?

Parfhenogenesis.

What?

Literally, as Miss Rose would
doubtless say in her assiduous way,

reproduction without scxual union.

Oh, what is all this?

I mean, y-y-you'vc got
f-f-fake biolo9y, fake religion.

Sir, havc thcsc childrcn
never heard of Jesus?

Himself the son of a virgin,
impregnated, I bclicvc, by a ghost.

Do sit down, Sergeant.

Shocks are so much better absorbed
with the knees bent.

Please.

Now, those children out there,

thcy're jumping through the fiames

in the hopc that thc god of firc
will make them fruitful.

Really, you can hardly blamc thcm.

After all, what 9irl would not prefer
the child of a god

to that of some acne-scarred arfisan?

- And you cncouragc thcm in this?
- Activcly.

It's most imporfant that each
new gencration born on Summcrislc

be madc awarc that
here the old gods arcn't dead .

And what of the true god

to whose 9Iory churches
and monasteries have been built

on these islands for 9enerations past?

Now, sir, what of him?

He's dead. Hc can't complain.

He had his chance,
and in the modern parlance, he blew it.

- What?
- It's vcry simplc. Lct mc show you.

In thc last ccntury,
the islandcrs wcrc starving.

Like our nei9hbours today,
they were scratching a barc subsistcncc

from sheep and sea.

Then in 1 8b8, my grandfather
bought this barrcn island

and began to changc things.

A distin9uished Victorian scientist,
agronomist, frcc thinkcr.

How formidably bcncvolcnt hc sccms.

Essentially the face of a man
incredulous of all human good.

You're very cynical, my Iord.

What attractcd my grandfathcr
to the island,

aparf from the profuse source
of wiry labour that it promised,

was the uniquc combination
of volcanic soil

and the warm Gulf Stream
that surroundcd it.

You scc, his cxpcrimcnts
had lcd him to bclicvc

that it was possiblc to inducc hcrc
thc succcssful growth

of certain ncw strains of fruit
that he had dcvclopcd.

So, with typical mid-Victorian zeal,
hc sct to work.

The best way of accomplishing this,
so it sccmcd to him,

was to rousc thc pcoplc
from thcir apathy

by giving thcm back
their joyous old gods,

and as a rcsult of this worship,

the barren island would burgcon
and bring forth fruit in grcat abundance.

What he did, of course, was to develop
new cultivars of hardy fruits

suited to local conditions.

But, of coursc, to bcgin with,

thcy workcd for him
bccause he fed them and clothed them,

but later, when the trees starfing fruiting,
it became a vcry diffcrcnt mattcr.

And the ministers fled the island,
never to return.

What my 9randfather
had started out of cxpcdicncy,

my father continued out of. . . Iove.

He brought mc up thc samc way,

to reverence thc music and thc drama
and the rituals of thc old gods.

To Iove naturc and to fcar it,

and to rely on it and to appease it
whcrc ncccssary.

- He brou9ht me up. . .
- He brought you up to bc a paganl

A heathen, conceivably,
but not, I hope, an uncnlightcncd one.

Lord Summcrislc, I am intcrcstcd
in one thing: the Iaw.

But l must remind you, sir,
that despite everything you've said,

you are the subject
of a Christian country.

Now, sir, if I may havc your pcrmission
to exhume thc body of Rowan Morrison.

I was undcr thc imprcssion
I'd already given it to you.

Ah, there's your transporf.

It's bccn a grcat plcasure
meeting a Christian coppcr.

(Chuckles)

(Piano strin9 breaks and whines)

(Chuckling continucs)

(Miss Rosc sings)
♪ A maidcn did this tinkcr mcct

♪ And to him boldly say

♪ "Oh, surc,
My kcttlc hath much nccd

♪ "Ifyou will pass my way"

♪ 3hc took thc tinkcr by thc hand
and Icd him to hcr door

♪ 3ays shc,
"My kcttlc I will show

♪ "And you can clout it surc"

♪ For patching and plugging
is his dclight... ♪

I found that
in Rowan Morrison's grave.

Little Rowan lovcd thc March harcs.

Hmm.

It's sacrilcgc!

Only if the ground is consccratcd
to the Christian belief.

Personally, l think it makes
a very lovcly transmutation.

I'm surc Rowan is most happy with it.
Do you not think so, Lord Summerisle?

Miss, I hope you don't think that
I can be made a fool of indefinitely.

Wherc is Rowan Morrison?

Why, hcrc shc is,
what remains of her physically.

Her soul, of coursc, may cvcn now...

Lord Summcrislc!

Wherc is Rowan Morrison?

Ser9eant Howie, l think that...

you are supposed to be
the detective here.

A child is rcportcd missing
on your island.

At first,
I'm told thcrc is no such child.

I then find that thcrc is, in fact,
but that she has been killed.

I subsequcntly discovcr that
there is no dcath ccrfificatc.

And now I find
that there is a grave.

Thcrc's no body.

Very pcrplcxing for you.

What do you think could've happened?

I think Rowan Morrison
was murdered

under circumstances
of pa9an barbarity,

which l can scarcely bring
myself to believe

as takin9 place in the 20th century.

Now, it is my intention tomorrow
to return to thc mainland

and reporf my suspicions
to the Chief Constable

of the West Hi9hland constabulary.

And l will demand
a full inquiry takes place

into the affairs of this heathen island.

You must, of course,
do as you scc fit, Scrgcant.

Pcrhaps it's just as well that
you won't be here tomorrow,

to be offcndcd by thc sight
of our May Uay celebrations here.

Broome, would you kindly
show the Ser9eant out?

- This way, sir.
- Goodbyc.

♪ Fair maid, says hc,
your kcttlc's crackcd

♪ Thc causc is plainly told

♪ Thcrc hath so many nails
bccn drovc

♪ Minc own could not takc hold... ♪

There's hardly any produce.

Wcll, that's it, the crops failed.

And it's Rowan.
Rowan and thc crops failcd!

Sacrifice.

(Summerisle) Pcrhaps it'sjust as wcll
that you won't bc hcrc

to bc offcndcd by thc sight
ol our May Day cclcbrations tomorrow.

(Singing and laughtcr)

(Howie) Thc Lord Jcsus, thc samc night
in which hc was bctraycd, took brcad,

and said, "Take.

"Eat.

"This is my body,

"which is brokcn for you.

"This do in rcmcmbrancc of mc."

And after the same manner
he also took thc cup

when he had eaten, saying,

"This cup is thc ncw covcnant
in my blood.

"This do you as oft as you drink it,
in rcmcmbrancc of mc,

"for as oftcn as you cat this brcad

"and drink this winc,

"you do shew the Lord's death

"till he comes again."

(Raucous lau9hter and cheering)

(Pootstcps)

(Willow) Ser9eant?

(Door opens and closes)

(Light switch clicks)

(Curtains swish)

♪ Mmm...

♪ Hcigh ho

♪ who is thcrc?

♪ No onc but mc, my dcar

♪ PIcasc comc

♪ Say how do

♪ Thc things I'II givc to you

♪ A strokc as gcntlc as a fcathcr

♪ Hcigh ho

♪ I am hcrc

♪ Am I not young and fair?

♪ PIcasc comc

♪ Say how do

♪ Thc things I'II show to you

♪ would you havc a wondrous sight?

♪ Mm-hm, thc midday sun

♪ At midnight

♪ Fair maid

♪ whitc and rcd

♪ Comb you smooth
and strokc your hcad

♪ Mm-hm... ♪

(Poundin9 9rows more intense)

(pounding gradually fadcs)

(Cheerin9 and applause)

Wake up, Ser9eant, hmm?

- What time is it?
- It's past ninc.

I thought you wcrc gonna
come and scc mc last night.

I invitcd you.

(Howic) I'm engaged to be married.

(Chuckles) Docs that stop you?

Aye. Aye.

I must say,
you are a gallant fcllow, Scrgcant.

It's nothing personal.

Just that I don't believe in it.

Before marriage.

Suit yourself.

I cxpcct you'II be going back today.

You don't want to bc around here
on May Day.

Not the way you feel.

We carry death out of the village!

We carry death out of the village!

We carry death out of the village!

We carry death...

(Howie) "May Oay fcstivals.

"Primitivc man Iivcd and dicd
by his harvcst.

"Thc purposc of his spring ccrcmonics
was to cnsurc a plcntiful autumn.

7'Rclics ol thcsc lcrtility dramas
arc to bc lound all ovcr Europc.

"In Grcat Britain, lor cxamplc,
onc can still scc

"harmlcss vcrsions of thcm danccd
in obscurc villagcs on May Oay.

"Thcir cast includcs
many alarming charactcrs:

"a man-animal, or hobbyhorsc,

"who cantcrs at thc hcad
of thc proccssion, charging at thc girls.

"A man-woman, thc sinistcr tcascr,

"playcd by thc community Icadcr
or pricst.

"And a man-fool, Punch,

"most complcx
of all thc symbolic figurcs,

"thc privilcgcd simplcton
and king lor a day.

"Six swordsmcn lollow thcsc figurcs

"and at thc climax ol thc ccrcmony
Iock thcir swords togcthcr

"in a clcar symbol of thc 3un.

"In pagan timcs, howcvcr, thcsc danccs
wcrc not simply picturcsquc jigs.

"Thcy wcrc frcnzicd ritcs
cnding in a sacrificc

"by which thc danccrs
hopcd dcspcratcly

"to win ovcr thc goddcss ol thc liclds.

"In good timcs, thcy offcrcd producc
to thc gods and slaughtcrcd animals,

"but in bad ycars,
whcn thc harvcst had bccn poor...

"thc sacrilicc was a human bcing."

Rowan's not dcad!

"3omctimcs thc victim
would bc drowncd in thc sca

"or burnt to dcath
in a hugc sacrilicial bonfirc.

"3omctimcs thc six swordsmcn
ritually bchcadcd thc virgin."

Dear God in Hcavcn,
even these people can't be that mad .

"The chief priest then
skinncd thc child,

"and wcaring thc still-warmcd skin
like a mantle,

"lcd thc rcjoicing crowds
through thc strccts.

"Thc pricst thus rcprcscntcd
the goddcss rcborn

"and guarantccd another
successful harvest next year."

(Si9hs heavily)

Good mornin9, Sergeant!

I need to gct to my planc.

Oh, well, on May Day,
I'd bcttcr takc you out myself.

That's it.

Hcrc, right.

(Howie) l shall be back shorfly
with some more police officers.

Have a good flight, thcn!

Hey, you comc back hcrc!

I said, comc back hcrc!

What's the matter? Won't she go?

No. Has anyonc bccn hcrc?

Not to my knowled9e, Sergeant.

If any of the children had been
intertering with it,

l'm sure I would've seen them.

I warn you,
you're obstructing a police officer.

I am not obstructin9 you, Sergeant.

You could maybc gct old Sam thcrc
to row you to the mainland.

You'd bc back in a week.

(Cackles)

Wcll, I'II just have to find
Rowan Morrison mysclf.

(Indistinct voiccs)

(♪ Traditional Scottish music)

(Children screaming and laughing)

- Everything undcr control, Oak?
- Aye, my Iord .

Mr MacGrea9or,

I trust wc arcn't going to have
to let out your costume again this year.

I think I'II manage, my Iord, but it does
seem to shrink a littlc cach ycar.

(Cymbals crashing)

(Summcrislc)
My friends, enough now.

We shall all reassemble outside
thc town hall at three o'clock sharp,

and then process through the village
and the countryside,

down to thc bcach
below the stones,

by the routc which has bccomc
sacred to our rite.

This year at the procession's cnd,
as has already been proclaimed,

a holy sacrificc will bc offcrcd up
jointly to Nuada,

our most sacred god of thc sun,

and to Avcllcnau,
the beloved goddcss of our orchards,

in ordcr that wc may furnish thcm
with renewed power

to quicken the 9rowth of our crops.

- Hail the Ouccn of thc May!
- Hail the Ouccn of thc May!

Hail the Oueen of the May!

(Shop bcll tinklcs)

(May) Why, Scrgcant,
I thought you'd gone back.

Mrs Morrison, I don't know
if you know it or not,

but Rowan is not dead,
thcy've 9ot her hidden somewhere.

They?

If you know whcrc shc is, I bcg you
to tell me now before it's too late.

- But, Scrgcant, l've already told you. . .
- ln the name of God, woman!

What kind of mothcr arc you,

that can stand by and see
your own child slaughtered?

Sergcant, if I wcrc you,
I would 9o back to the mainland.

Stop interterin9 in things
that are no conccrn of yours.

I am 9oin9 to search every house
in this place during thc ncxt fcw hours,

and if anybody, including you,
stands in my way,

thcy'II be arrested
as accompliccs to murdcr.

You'II simply never understand
the truc naturc of sacrificc.

Hcathensl Bloody heathens!

(Rings doorbcll)

- Yes?
- (Howie) Take those masks off!

- No.
- Take them off!

- What do you think you're doing?
- Searching cvcry housc

for a missing child.

(Woman) ♪ Baa-baa black shccp,
havc you any wool?

♪ Ycs, sir, ycs, sir,
thrcc bags full ♪

I-I'm sorry.

(Gigglcs)

- (Howic) What's that?
- The lifc of thc ficlds.

John Barlcycorn.

What's in hcrc?

- (Howic) What's that?
- That's my costume.

The salmon of knowledge.

(Cheerin9 and whooping)

Hello. You'rc back early.

Where are thc othcr coppcrs?

Thcrc aren't any.
Thc plane wouldn't start.

Give me a 9lass of whisky, please.

So he spent his time instead
turnin9 the whole villa9e upside down.

- Just 9ive me a 9Iass of whisky!
- No wonder he's worn out.

Did you find the girl?

No, well, I can't say
I'm vcry surpriscd.

I'm going to rcst in my bcd
for half an hour.

I do not wish to be disturbed.

I'd stay thcrc until tonight,
if I was you!

We don't much rclish strangers
around today!

(Willow whispering) He's aslccp.

I don't Iike to use it on him, really.

The Iaird said we'rc to take
no chances, didn't he?

I know, but with thc Hand of Glory
there's no tclling whcn you wake.

- He might slccp for days.
- All thc bcttcr.

Shh!

Wc don't want him butting in.
Go on, li9ht it up.

That'II make you sleep,
my pretty Scrgcant.

I'm away to change.
We can't do without Punch.

You bcst gct on ahcad.

They'vc givcn you 9irls
five minutes start, haven't they?

Goodbye.

(MacGrea9or 9roans)

(Excitcd laughtcr)

(Approaching drums)

(♪ Brass horns play)

What's the matter with you, MacGreagor?
Do you call that dancing?

Cut some capers, man.
Use your bladder!

Play the fool.
That's what you're here for.

I suppose you'vc bccn gettin9 drunk
at your own bar.

(Women screaming and laughing)

That's more Iike it!

Good, good!

(Screaming and laughtcr)

(Steady drumbcat)

(Summerisle) Here comcs thc choppcr
to chop off your hcad!

(All) Chop! Chop! Chop!

(Chantin9 continues)

Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!

(Chantin9 continues)

(Summcrislc)
Everyone must go through, MacGrcagor.

It's a gamc of chancc, rcmcmber.

(All) Chop! Chop! Chop!

(Chanting stops)

(Prightcncd scrcams)

It's Holly. Well done!

(Man) It's wcc Holly.

(Lau9hter and cheering)

Now, my friends, to the beach.

(All) To the beach!

(Excited conversation and laughtcr)

O 9od of the sea,
I offer you this alc as a libation,

that you may bestow upon us
in thc ycar to comc

the rich and divcrsc fruits
of your kingdom.

Hail, god of thc scas!

Accept our offcring!

And now,
for our morc drcadful sacrificc

for those who command
thc fruit of thc Earfh.

(Horn blarcs)

(Howie) lt's Rowan.

What's the matter, Mr MacGreagor?

Now, don't bc frightcned.
I'm a police officer.

- I'vc got to try and gct you away.
- (Rowan) Hurry, mister, please.

I don't likc it hcrc. Thcy're comin9.
You know what they're going to do?

(Howic) I know what they're going to do.
Come on, come on. Hurry, hurry!

We can escapc through thc cavc.
l know the way.

Ouickly.

(Rowan) That's thc way out, up there.

Come on. It's through a big tunnel.

We seem to have Iost
our torch-bcaring fricnds.

I'm sorry. It was worsc
than I rcmcmbcrcd it.

- Did I do it right?
- You did it bcautifully.

Uear little Rowan.

Rowan, darlin9! Come on, now.

Welcome, fool.

You have come of your own free will
to the appointed place.

Thc 9ame's over.

Game? What 9ame?

The game of thc huntcd
leadin9 the hunter.

You camc hcrc
to find Rowan Morrison,

but it is we who havc found you
and brou9ht you here,

and controllcd your cvcry thought
and action sincc you arrivcd.

Principally,
we persuaded you to think

that Rowan Morrison
was bein9 held as a sacrifice

because our crops failcd last ycar.

I know your crops failed.
I saw the harvcst photograph.

Oh, yes. They failed, all right.
Disastrously so.

Por the first time
since my grandfathcr camc hcrc.

The blossom came, but the fruit
withered and dicd on thc bough.

That must not happcn again this ycar.

It is our most carncst bclicf that
the best way of prcvcnting this

is to offer to our god of thc sun
and to the goddcss of our orchards

the most acceptable sacrifice
that lies in our power.

Animals are fine,
but thcir acccptability is limitcd.

A little child is cvcn bcttcr,
but not nearly as effective

as the ri9ht kind of adult.

What do you mean,
"right kind of adult"?

You, Scrgcant,
are thc right kind of adult,

as our painstaking researches
have revealed.

You, uniqucly,
were the one we needed.

A man who would comc hcrc
of his own free will.

A man who has comc hcrc
with thc powcr of a king

by representing the Iaw.

A man who would comc hcrc
as a virgin.

A man who has comc hcrc
as a fool.

Get out of my way.

You arc thc fool, Mr Howic.

Punch, onc of thc grcat
fool-victims of history.

Por you havc acccptcd
the role of king for a day,

and who but a fool would do that?

But you will be revered
and anointed as a king.

(Groans)

You will under9o death and rebirfh,

resurrcction, if you likc.

The rebirth, sadly, will not bc yours,

but that of our crops.

I am a Christian,

and as a Christian,
I hopc for rcsurrcction.

And even if you kill me now,

it is I who will livc again,
not your damned apples.

(Women humming)

♪ 3Iccp

♪ CIosc and fast ♪

No matter what you do,

you can't change the fact

that l believe in the Iife eternal,

as promised to us
by Our Lord, Jcsus Christ.

I believe in the Iife eternaI

as promised to us
by Our Lord, Jcsus Christ!

(Echoes resound)

That is 9ood,
for believin9 what you do,

we confcr upon you
a rare gift thcsc days,

a marfyr's death.

You will not only have Iife eternal,

but you will sit with thc saints
among thc clcct.

Comc.

It is time to keep your appointmcnt
with The Wicker Man.

Now, wait!

Now, all of you,
just wait and Iisten to me.

And you can wrap it up any way you likc.
You arc about to commit murdcr.

Can you not scc?
There is no sun god.

There is no goddcss of thc ficlds.

(All start humming)

Your crops failed
becausc your strains failcd.

Pruit is not meant to be grown
on these islands. It's against nature.

Don't you scc that killing mc is not
goin9 to brin9 back your apples?

Summerisle, you know it won't.

Go on, man.
Tell them. Tell them it won'tl

I know it will.

Well, don't you undcrstand that
if your crops fail this ycar,

next year you'rc going to have
to have anothcr blood sacrificc?

And next year, no one Iess than
the king of Summcrislc himsclf will do.

If thc crops fail, Summcrislc,

next year your pcoplc will kill you
on May Day.

Thcy will not fail.

The sacrificc of thc willing king,
like vir9in fool, will be accepted.

But don't you scc, I'll be missed?
Thcy'II come Iooking for me!

There will be no traces.
Bring him up, Oak.

- Go on.
- No! No!

Think! Just think what you'rc doin9l

Think what you're doing! Think!

In thc namc of God,
think what you'rc doin9l

(Echoes resound)

(Drums bcating)

Oh, God! Oh, Jesus Christ!

Oh, my God! Christ!

No, no, dcar God! No, Christ!

(Gccsc clucking)

(Animals bleating and braying)

No! No!

Mighty god of thc sun,
bountiful 9oddess of our orchards,

acccpt our sacrificc
and makc our blossoms fruit.

(All) Mi9hty 9od of the sun,
bountiful 9oddess of our orchards...

Hear ye the words of the Lord!

- (All) . . .and make our blossoms fruit.
- Awake, ye hcathcns, and holdl

It is the Lord who hath
laid waste your orchards!

- It is he who hath madc thcm barc!
- Reverence the sacrifice.

Because thc truth is withcrcd away
from the sons of men!

Dcsirc shall fail!

And yc shall all dic...

accursed!

(Gecsc squawking)

(♪ Band starts playing)

(Animals bleating and braying)

♪ Summcr is a-comin' in

♪ Loudly sing, cuckoo

♪ Grows thc sccd
and blows thc mcad

♪ And springs thc wood ancw

♪ 3ing, cuckoo

♪ Ewc blcats harshly aftcr Iamb

♪ Cows aftcr calvcs makc moo... ♪

♪ Thc Lord's my shcphcrd

♪ I'II not want

♪ Hc makcs mc down to Iic

♪ In pasturcs... ♪

Oh, God!

♪ ...grows thc sccd
and blows thc mcad

♪ And springs thc wood ancw

♪ 3ing, cuckoo ♪

Oh, God.

I humbly entrcat you for thc soul
of this, thy scrvant, Ncil Howic...

who will today deparf
from this world .

Do not dclivcr mc
into thc enemy's hands...

or put me out of mind forcvcr.

Let me not undcrgo thc rcal pains of hell,
dcar God, because I die unshriven.

- ♪ Cuckoo, cuckoo
- And establish me in that bliss...

which knows no cnding.

- ♪ Cuckoo
- Throu9h Christ...

our Iord .

♪ Grows thc sccd
and blows thc mcad

(Howic) Jcsus!

Jesus!

Jesus!

♪ 3ing, cuckoo

♪ Ewc blcats harshly aftcr Iamb

♪ Cows aftcr calvcs makc moo

♪ Bullock stamps
and dccr champs

♪ Now shrilly sing, cuckoo

♪ Cuckoo, cuckoo

♪ wild bird arc you

♪ Bc ncvcr still, cuckoo... ♪