The Wicker Tree (2011)
Old Gentleman: But can fate be altered? This is a question that every religion has tried to answer, and the answer is almost certainly no. But we keep trying...
Old Gentleman: Poor wee laddie... catching him is a game of chance!
Sir Lachlan Morrison: I'll tell you what I believe. If I am a rabbi... Jevovah is my god. If I am a Mullar... Allah the merciful is he. If I was a Christian... Jesus is my lord. Here in Tressock, I believe the old religion of the Celts fits are needs at this time. Isn't that all you could ask of religion?
Sir Lachlan Morrison: Our wonderful Laddie... Steve was chosen for his inate 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 my...
[Mary knocks him back into the Wicker Tree and sets it and him on fire]
Danny: [revealing they sacrificed Steve] Aye... he is my queen... and no one will ever find his body... it is all gone. But he's soul... his new self... is in heaven beyond our imagine. Up there... nothing will be too good for our wonderful laddie.
Jack: Wicker Tree... Wicker Tree... What Do You See?
Young Lachlan: You often said that what you believe is the natural order of things , the food chain cruel or begnin for you everything under the sun happens... just happens... that's just fate
Lady Delia Morrison: [holding Lolly and Steve's newborn son] We have a little cowboy.
[faces the rising sun]
Lady Delia Morrison: Find us a man to give us another.
[joined by the townspeople in chanting]
Lady Delia Morrison: And another and another...
Mary Hellier: I am one queen of the may... NO ONE IS GONNA FORGET
Mary Hellier: [on setting Lachlan on fire] Don't you have a song for this? Old man dying perhaps? What? Don't like that then?
Beame: What's this music your playing you miserable prick?
[kicks the gramaphone over and steps on it]
Danny: Lass? Stay Still!
Mary Hellier: No! No!
[Is surronded by Danny, Beame and the other townspeople]
Mary Hellier: God why? Danny? Steve!
Lolly: It's a trap Steve... follow me quickly!
Steve Thomson: [naively] Sure it is! It's just a game!
Lolly: No, it's not a game. Please don't go... Steve... STEVE!
Steve Thomson: [joining the townspeople in their chant] There is power in the blood... there is power... power... power in the blood of the lamb!