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was the unique combination of volcanic soil
I was under the impression I'd already given it to you.
♪ You can have all you like if you swear not to waste
- Sergeant Howie, West Highland police. - Oh, my!
'I, as you can see, am a police officer.
A heathen, conceivably, but not, I hope, an unenlightened one.
Thank you.
No, she's not May's.
Well, that depends.
Desire shall fail!
♪ White and red
♪ At attention
♪ The things I'll give to you
to investigate the disappearance of a young girl.
they're jumping through the flames
I have a photograph here... Excuse me.
And may I ask,
♪ Among the rigs with Annie...
Now, uh, Daisy,
Aye, we have one taken at the end of every summer.
And even if you kill me now,
- That's very kind of you. - Not at all.
- This is Sergeant... Oh! - Howie.
that Rowan Morrison was being held as a sacrifice
- Well, tell me... - Well, now, Sergeant.
♪ No one but me my dear
Another sacrifice for Aphrodite, Willow.
[♪ Traditional Scottish music]
A child is reported missing on your island.
...which I would like you to pass around amongst yourselves.
C-could I have a word with you, please, Miss?
- In a manner of speaking... - No! In plain speaking.
In her grave. Your lordship is a justice of the peace.
[♪ PAUL GIOVANNI: "Corn Rigs"]
- Oh, what a pity. - Would you have a copy of it?
- And you encourage them in this? - Actively.
Mighty god of the sun, bountiful goddess of our orchards,
We believe that when the human life is over,
What's the matter? Won't she go?
The game of the hunted leading the hunter.
up, up, up! up! up!
- Did I do it right? - You did it beautifully.
up, up, up,
There is no goddess of the fields.
"None of us has seen May Morrison's daughter Rowan since last year.
- [All] ...and make our blossoms fruit. - Awake, ye heathens, and hold!
She's a hare. Rowan's a hare. She has a lovely time.
Go on, man. Tell them. Tell them it won't!
O god of the sea, I offer you this ale as a libation,
[Summerisle] My friends, enough now.
[Singing and laughter]
[May] Those are hares, not silly old rabbits.
[♪ Lively music]
Now, sir, what of him?
Och, you don't want to let them worry you.
I expect you'll be going back today.
I'm afraid you'll just have to bear with me, won't you?
[♪ Brass horns play]
♪ Says she, "My kettle I will show
If Rowan Morrison existed, we would know of her.
♪ Do you want to kiss... ♪
My daughter Willow will show you to your room.
♪ I set her down with right good will
♪ And on that branch there was a nest And in that nest there was an egg
[Woman] ♪ Baa-baa black sheep, have you any wool?
♪ And on that tree there was a limb And on that limb there was a branch...
Little Rowan loved the March hares.
Cheer up. Food isn't everything in life, you know.
Do not deliver me into the enemy's hands...
Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a ghost.
by giving them back their joyous old gods,
Here, we do not use the word...
But t-they are...are naked.
- 'This is Summerisle, is it not?' - It is, sir!