Henry Garrett: Steve Thomson

The Wicker Tree

Steve Thomson

Steve Thomson: [coming across Lolly bathing in a spring naked] You want me to come in?
[she nods]
Steve Thomson: [undressing] Oh, what the hell? Sulis, ain't that some kind of goddess?
Lolly: How did you know that?
Steve Thomson: I saw her on the front of Lachlan's vehicle. She's cute.
Lolly: I'm glad you approved of her. I posed for the wee statue. It was a great honor. This is Sulis's sacred spring.
Steve Thomson: [wading into the water] Wow, Sulis. You gotta be kidding me about this. This is just some warm water, right?
Lolly: You believe a certain virgin had a baby, don't you? Why can't you believe, like I do, that this water has a holy power?
Steve Thomson: I believe whatever's written in the Bible, Lolly. That's holy writ.
Lolly: Come on, Steve. It'll make you feel out of this world. Are you thinking about Beth? I can let you into a secret. Lachlan wants her to be the May Queen. I think he might like you to be the Laddie. Would you go for that?
Steve Thomson: What's the Laddie?
Lolly: The Laddie? You've not heard tell of the Laddie? He is the brightest and best, the handsomest, the kindest, the goodest, perhaps the best rider. I have known him to be the best lover.

Steve Thomson: [after having sex] I never dreamed it could be like that. Think it might go on forever and ever. Kind of hoping it would.
Lolly: I always look for something that I know even Sulis cannot give me: a child. But I know that if it does happen, it will have happened here.
Steve Thomson: What do you mean "always"?
Lolly: Well, I am what the goddess wants me to be; all things to all men.
Steve Thomson: We got a word for that back in Texas, yeah, and it ain't purty. Still, I reckon somehow you're different.
Lolly: I'm glad.
[he starts feeling his pockets]
Lolly: Lost something?
Steve Thomson: Yeah. I guess it don't matter no more. You lost it, you lost it. Ain't no going back.

Sir Lachlan Morrison: Morning, Lolly. How's my Prince today?
Lolly: He's been missing you, Sir Lachlan. That's Beth Boothby, isn't it? Whoa.
Sir Lachlan Morrison: Delia and I are throwing a special party for her at the manor house on Sunday. Everyone's invited, so spread the word. Beth, of course, is our very special guest. Lolly here is our head groom.
Steve Thomson: What a beauty.
Beth Boothby: Steve!
Steve Thomson: Well, the horse, Beth. If that ain't one beautiful horse.
Sir Lachlan Morrison: And, uh, I'm terribly sorry. This is Steve. As you can see, he's from America, too. How would you like to ride him?
Lolly: I'd like it fine, but I think young Beth here would kill me first.
Sir Lachlan Morrison: And you'd deserve it. You know very well I'm asking Steve if he'd like to ride Prince.
Steve Thomson: Ride that horse? Are you kidding me? You bet.

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!
[last lines]
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!