As Long As You're a Tree

[Screenshot from movie Ondine]

It’s about the girl, Father.
The one you met out fishing?
I drew her up in a net, Father.
She looked pretty real to me, Circus.
It’s Syracuse.
Sorry, Syracuse… So. What about her? You’ve sinned with her, I suppose.
Of course.
And I don’t suppose you want absolution?
Mmnn.
No. So, why are you here, Syracuse?
You know the story of the king, who had a secret, it drove him mad so that he told it to the tree?

Ok, so, pretend I’m a tree
She brings me luck. And I don’t know why. I’m afraid, Father. Because…I’m beginning…to hope.
You should never lose hope, Syracuse.
She was drowned, Father, and my net brought her back to life.
It doesn’t make sense.
No. None of it makes sense, that’s why I’m afraid. I know something’s going to happen. Something…wonderful…or terrible. Just the kind of gal she is. Just the kind of person she is. That’s my secret. So what kind of tree are you, then Father?
Um well, I suppose I’m an oak.
You look more like the ones they make Harley sticks out of.
Oh, ash, then.
As long as you’re a tree.

-from Ondine