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breakinglight11I really did not expect this 31P31D to be taken over by this Wicker Man project. But it’s coming shockingly smoothly. Of course that doesn’t mean it won’t need editing, but honestly it’s still a very nice creative feeling, so I’m just going with it. This is scene eleven, and like all the others I’ve posted immediately follows the previous.
Day #29 - "The Cemetery"
From The Wicker Man
By Phoebe Roberts
INT. THE GREEN MAN INN – DAY
Elise throws open the doors of the inn and strides in, patrons stepping sharply to get out of her way. Rowan, working at the bar, looks up at her in surprise.
ROWAN: Sergeant! Where’s the fire?
ELISE: Your mother, Mr. Morrison— when did she pass? How long ago?
ROWAN: What? A dozen years or more.
ELISE: Right— and where is she buried?
ROWAN: (Laughing) I beg your pardon?
ELISE: Her mortal remains, sir, not her immortal soul, or her current incarnation, or whatever you people would call it. Her bones— where do they lay?
EXT. CEMETERY – DAY
Elise stalks through the graveyard, enveloped by a small ridge carving a hollow into the earth. She stares intently at the piles of stones, scattered through the hollow seemingly without pattern, each with an etched name plaque to mark whose body lies there.
She reads the names to herself as she passes them.
ELISE: “Ash Collier, child of midnight”… “Louisa Greenleek, blessed by the moon”… “Beech Barnum, protected by… the ejaculations of serpents”? God in heaven.
She continues until at last she finds what she’s looking for— a grave marked May Morrison— “enduring through love”.
ELISE: There you are!
She kneels beside the pile of stones, taking note of the rocks knocked loose around the base. She crawls around the opposite side, and runs her hands through the earth in its wake— dark and newly turned in comparison to the mossy turf beside it.
CAIRN: (OS) And what are you doing there, sergeant?
Elise springs up to see Benjamin Cairn eyeing her from the far end of the hollow.
ELISE: This grave is fresh dug, bailiff.
CAIRN: Aye. What of it?
ELISE: This is supposed to be the grave of Rowan Morrison’s late mother, is it not? Unless she died these past few days, why should her grave be fresh? Here on this island, where souls recycle, and everything is a continuum of whatever came before, there is a fresh dug grave under the same name as a girl who’s mysteriously disappeared.
CAIRN: I don’t know what you’re on about, sergeant.
ELISE: Right. Then we shall both find out when I exhume whomever may be buried there.
Cairn approaches at this, looming over Elise.
CAIRN: You can’t go digging up bones here; this is holy ground. Surely you can understand that.
ELISE: Indeed I can. What I can’t understand is why no one will take action to discover what’s become of this child of your community. So I shall be the one to do it.
Cairn crosses his arms over his chest, turning himself into a forbidding wall.
CAIRN: You’ll not be disturbing a sacred resting place on a wild hare, sergeant. Not without having the express permission of Lord Summerisle.
ELISE: There’s that name again, running through all of this. Very well, then, that’s what I’ll do. I think it’s high time I had an interview with this Lord Summerisle.
Day #29 - "The Cemetery"
From The Wicker Man
By Phoebe Roberts
INT. THE GREEN MAN INN – DAY
Elise throws open the doors of the inn and strides in, patrons stepping sharply to get out of her way. Rowan, working at the bar, looks up at her in surprise.
ROWAN: Sergeant! Where’s the fire?
ELISE: Your mother, Mr. Morrison— when did she pass? How long ago?
ROWAN: What? A dozen years or more.
ELISE: Right— and where is she buried?
ROWAN: (Laughing) I beg your pardon?
ELISE: Her mortal remains, sir, not her immortal soul, or her current incarnation, or whatever you people would call it. Her bones— where do they lay?
EXT. CEMETERY – DAY
Elise stalks through the graveyard, enveloped by a small ridge carving a hollow into the earth. She stares intently at the piles of stones, scattered through the hollow seemingly without pattern, each with an etched name plaque to mark whose body lies there.
She reads the names to herself as she passes them.
ELISE: “Ash Collier, child of midnight”… “Louisa Greenleek, blessed by the moon”… “Beech Barnum, protected by… the ejaculations of serpents”? God in heaven.
She continues until at last she finds what she’s looking for— a grave marked May Morrison— “enduring through love”.
ELISE: There you are!
She kneels beside the pile of stones, taking note of the rocks knocked loose around the base. She crawls around the opposite side, and runs her hands through the earth in its wake— dark and newly turned in comparison to the mossy turf beside it.
CAIRN: (OS) And what are you doing there, sergeant?
Elise springs up to see Benjamin Cairn eyeing her from the far end of the hollow.
ELISE: This grave is fresh dug, bailiff.
CAIRN: Aye. What of it?
ELISE: This is supposed to be the grave of Rowan Morrison’s late mother, is it not? Unless she died these past few days, why should her grave be fresh? Here on this island, where souls recycle, and everything is a continuum of whatever came before, there is a fresh dug grave under the same name as a girl who’s mysteriously disappeared.
CAIRN: I don’t know what you’re on about, sergeant.
ELISE: Right. Then we shall both find out when I exhume whomever may be buried there.
Cairn approaches at this, looming over Elise.
CAIRN: You can’t go digging up bones here; this is holy ground. Surely you can understand that.
ELISE: Indeed I can. What I can’t understand is why no one will take action to discover what’s become of this child of your community. So I shall be the one to do it.
Cairn crosses his arms over his chest, turning himself into a forbidding wall.
CAIRN: You’ll not be disturbing a sacred resting place on a wild hare, sergeant. Not without having the express permission of Lord Summerisle.
ELISE: There’s that name again, running through all of this. Very well, then, that’s what I’ll do. I think it’s high time I had an interview with this Lord Summerisle.
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Date: 2025-09-01 04:11 pm (UTC)I've never gotten around to watching any of the previous versions, but I'm really liking this one. (And somewhat selfishly hope you see it through: I'd like to see the full story.)