In the last century, the islanders were starving. Like our neighbors today, they were...
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Lord Summerisle:
In the last century, the islanders were starving. Like our neighbors today, they were scratching a bare subsistence from sheep and sea. Then in 1868, my grandfather bought this barren island and began to change things. A distinguished Victorian scientist, agronomist, free thinker. How formidably benevolent he seems. Essentially the face of a man incredulous of all human good.
Sergeant Howie:
You're very cynical, my Lord.
Lord Summerisle:
What attracted my grandfather to the island, apart from the profuse source of wiry labor that it promised, was the unique combination of volcanic soil and the warm gulf stream that surrounded it. You see, his experiments had led him to believe that it was possible to induce here the successful growth of certain new strains of fruit that he had developed. So, with typical mid-Victorian zeal, he set to work. The best way of accomplishing this, so it seemed to him, was to rouse the people from their apathy by giving them back their joyous old gods, and it is as a result of this worship the barren island would burgeon and bring forth fruit in great abundance. What he did, of course, was to develop new cultivars of hardy fruits suited to local conditions. But, of course, to begin with, they worked for him because he fed them and clothed them. But then later, when the trees starting fruiting, it became a very different matter, and the ministers fled the island, never to return. What my grandfather had started out of expediency, my father continued out of... love. He brought me up the same way, to reverence the music and the drama and the rituals of the old gods. To love nature and to fear it. And to rely on it and to appease it where necessary. He brought me up...
Sergeant Howie:
He brought you up to be a Pagan!
Lord Summerisle:
A heathen, conceivably, but not, I hope, an unenlightened one.
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And the ministers fled the island never to return
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What my grandfather had started out of expediency
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my father continued out of love
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He brought me up the same way
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to reverence the music and the drama and the rituals of the old gods
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To love nature and to fear it
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and to rely on it and to appease it where necessary
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He brought me up He brought you up to be a pagan
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A heathen conceivably but not I hope an unenlightened one
Clip duration: 37 seconds
Views: 166
Timestamp in movie: 00h 44m 58s
Uploaded: 15 March, 2022
Genres: horror, mystery, thriller
Summary: A puritan Police Sergeant arrives in a Scottish island village in search of a missing girl whom the locals claim never existed.
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00:09 But what of the true god
00:08 Can I do anything for you Sergeant
00:12 Good afternoon Sergeant Howie
00:18 The little old beetle goes round and round always the same...
00:05 Did I do it right You did it beautifully
00:17 What's the matter with you MacGreagor You call that...
00:36 I invited you
00:06 Some things in their natural state have the most vivid...
00:13 The building attached to the ground in which the body lies
00:06 You're liars You are despicable little liars
00:34 For you have accepted the role of king for a day
00:30 Oh what a pity Would you have a copy of it
00:35 I'd like to see your index of deaths please
00:34 It'll do that poor sore throat good
00:36 You have come of your own free will to the appointed place
00:32 I think Rowan Morrison was murdered
00:21 Now I wonder what you'll be wanting for afters
00:16 If Rowan Morrison existed we would know of her
00:35 Mrs Morrison I don't know if you know it or not
00:17 Thank you What's the matter aren't you hungry