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the farmers of that shire was Malcolm Wallace, a commoner with his own lands. He had two sons, John and William. Opening narration Many years later, Edward the Longshanks, King of England, supervised the wedding of his eldest son, who would succeed him to the throne. As bride for his son, Longshanks had chosen the daughter of his rival: the king of France. It was widely whispered, that for the princess to conceive, Longshanks would have to do the honors himself. That may have been what he had in mind all along. After the beheading, William Wallace's body was torn to pieces. His head was set on London Bridge, his arms and legs sent to the four corners of Britain as a warning. It did not have the effect that Longshanks planned. And I, Robert the Bruce, rode out to pay homage to the armies of the English King and accept his endorsement of my crown. Stephen Sure, didn't the Almighty send me to watch your back? I didn't like him anyway. He wasn't right in the head. To Wallace after killing Faudron The Lord says he can get me out of this mess, but he's pretty sure you're ed! As they face a major onslaught of the English. Malcolm Wallace Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it. Dialogue Every man dies. Not every man really lives. You think the people of this country exist to provide you with position. I think your position exists to provide those people with freedom. And I go to make sure that they have it. We all end up dead; it's just a question of how and why. Malcolm: Where do you think you're going? Young William: I'm going with you. Malcolm: Oh, you're going with, are ya? And what are you going to do? Young William: I'm gonna help. Malcolm: Hey, and a good help you'd be, too. [takes William off the horse] But I need you to stay here and look after the place for me while I'm away. Young William: I can fight! Malcolm: I know. I know you can fight. But it's our wits that make us men. See you tomorrow. Longshanks: Nobles. Nobles are the key to the door of Scotland. Grant our nobles lands in the north. Give their nobles estates here in England, and make them too greedy to oppose us. Advisor: But sire, our nobles will be reluctant to uproot. New lands mean new taxes and they are already taxed for the war in France. Longshanks: Are they? Are they? The trouble with Scotland... is that it's full of Scots! [everyone laughs] Perhaps the time has come to reinstitute an old custom. Grant them prima noctes. First night, when any common girl inhabiting their lands is married, our nobles shall have sexual rights to her on the night of her wedding. If we can't get them out, we breed them out. That should fetch just the kind of lords we want to Scotland, taxes or no taxes. Advisor: A most excellent idea, sire. Longshanks: Is it? William: You dropped your rock. Hamish: Test of manhood. William: You win. Hamish: Call it a test of soldiery, then. The English won't let us train with weapons, so we train with stones. William: Well, the test of a soldier is not in his arm, it's here. [points at his head] William: How did you know me after so long? Murron: Why, I didn't. William: No? Murron: It's just that I saw you staring at me and I didn't know who you were. William: Oh sorry, I suppose I was. Are you in the habit of riding off in the rain with strangers? Murron: It was the best way to make you leave. William: Well, if I can ever work up the courage to ask you again, I'll send you a written warning first. Murron: Oh, it wouldn't do you much good. I can't read. William: Can you not? Murron: No. William: Well that's something we shall have to remedy, isn't it. Murron: You're going to teach me to read, then? William: Aye, if you like. Murron: Aye. William: In what language? Murron: Are you showing off now? William: That's right. Are you impressed yet? Murron: No. Why should I be? William: [in French] "Yes. Because every single day I thought about you." Murron: Do that standing on your head and I'll be impressed. William: My kilt may fly up but I'll try. Murron: You certainly didn't learn any manners on your travels. William: I'm afraid the Romans have far worse manners than I. Murron: You've been to Rome? William: Ay, my uncle took me on a pilgrimage. Murron: What was it like? William: [in French] "Not nearly as beautiful as you." Murron: What does that mean? William: Beautiful. But I belong here. Campbell: Your father was a fighter! And a patroit. William: I know who my father was. I came back home to raise crops and, God willing, a family. If I can live in peace, I will. William: Of course, running a farm is a lot of work, but that will all change when my sons arrive. Murron: [confused] So, you've got children? William: Not yet, but I was hoping you could help me with that. Murron: So, you want me to marry you then? William: Well, that's a bit sudden, but alright. Murron : Is that what you call a proposal? William: I love you, always have. I want to marry you. [Murron kisses him] Is that a "yes?" Murron: Aye, that's a "yes." William: I will love you my whole life. You and no other. Murron: And I you. You and no other forever. [an army of Scots disguise as English soldiers arrive at a camp] Lord Bottoms: I have dispatched a hundred soldiers to Lanark. They will be returning now! William: Were they dressed like this? Actually, it was more like fifty. Robert the Bruce: A rebellion has begun. The Leper: Under whom? Robert the Bruce: A commoner... named William Wallace. The Leper: We will embrace this rebellion. You will support it from our lands in the north while I gain English favor by condemning it, and ordering it opposed from our lands in the south. Sit down. Stay a while. Robert the Bruce: This Wallace, he doesn't even have a knighthood, but he fights with passion and he inspires. The Leper: [laughs] And you wish to charge off and fight as he did. So would I. Robert the Bruce: Well, maybe it's time. The Leper: It is time to survive. You're the seventeenth Robert Bruce. The sixteen before you passed you land and title because they didn't charge in. Call a meeting of the nobles. Robert the Bruce: But they do nothing but talk. The Leper: Rightly so. They're as rich in English titles and lands as they are in Scottish, just as we are. You admire this man, this William Wallace. Uncompromising men are easy to admire. He has courage, so does a dog. But it is exactly the ability to compromise that makes a man noble. And understand this: Edward Longshanks is the most ruthless king ever to sit upon the throne of England. And none of us, and nothing of Scotland will remain, unless we are as ruthless. Give an ear to our nobles. Knowing their minds is the key to the throne. Nicolette: When the king returns, he will bury them in those new clothes. Scotland is in chaos. Your husband is secretly sending an army north. Isabella: How do you know this? Nicolette: Last night, I slept with a member of the War Council. Isabella: He shouldn't be telling secrets in bed! Nicolette: Englishmen don't know what a tongue is for. Isabella: [scoffs] This Scottish rebel, Wallace. He fights to avenge a woman? Nicolette: I nearly forgot. A magistrate wished to capture him and found he had a secret lover. So, he cut the girl's throat to tempt Wallace to fight, and fight he did. Knowing his passion for his lost love, they next plotted to take him by desecrating the graves of his father and brother and setting an ambush at the grave of his love. He fought his way through the trap and carried her body to a secret place. Now that's love, no? Isabella: Love? I wouldn't know. William: You know, eventually Longshanks will send his whole Northern Army against us. Campbell: Heavy cavalry, armored horse; shake the very ground. Hamish: They'll ride right over us. William: Uncle Argyle used to talk about it; how no army had ever stood up to a charge of heavy horse. Hamish: So what'll we do? Campbell: Run, hide, the highland way. William: [looking at the trees] We'll make spears. Hundreds of them! Long spears, twice as long as a man. Hamish: That long? William Wallace: Aye. Hamish: Some men are longer than others. Campbell: Your mother been telling you stories about me again, eh? Faudron: [bows] William Wallace, we've come to fight and to die for you. William: Stand up, man, I'm not the pope. Stephen: [laughs, speaking heavenward] Him? That can't be William Wallace. I'm prettier than this man. [Heavenward] All right Father, I'll ask him. [To William] If I risk my neck for you, will I get a chance to kill Englishmen? Hamish: Is your father a ghost, or do you converse with the Almighty? Stephen: In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God. [Heavenward] Yes, Father! [to William and Hamish] The Almighty says don't change the subject, just answer the in' question. Hamish: Mind your tongue. Campbell: Insane I