Braveheart

Argyle Wallace:
They are saying goodbye in their own way. Playing outlawed tunes on outlawed pipes.

Robert's Father:
At last, you know what it means to hate. Now you're ready to be a king.

Robert the Bruce:
My hate will die with you.

Princess Isabelle:
The king desires peace.

William Wallace:
Longshanks desires peace?

Princess Isabelle:
He declares it to me, I swear it. He proposes that you withdraw your attack. In return he grants you title, estates, and this chest of gold which I am to pay to you personally.

William Wallace:
A lordship and titles. Gold. That I should become Judas?

Princess Isabelle:
Peace is made in such ways.

William Wallace:
Slaves are made in such ways. The last time Longshanks spoke of peace I was a boy. And many Scottish nobles, who would not be slaves, were lured by him under a flag of truce to a barn, where he had them hanged. I was very young, but I remember Longshank's notion of peace.

Robert the Bruce:
Lands, titles, men, power... nothing.

Robert's Father:
Nothing?

Robert the Bruce:
I have nothing. Men fight for me because if they do not, I throw them off my land and I starve their wives and children. Those men who bled the ground red at Falkirk fought for William Wallace. He fights for something that I never had. And I took it from him, when I betrayed him. I saw it in his face on the battlefield and it's tearing me apart.

Robert's Father:
All men betray. All lose heart.

Robert the Bruce:
I don't want to lose heart. I want to believe as he does.

William Wallace:
It's all for nothing if you don't have freedom.

William Wallace:
There's a difference between us. You think the people of this land 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.

Longshanks:
Not the archers. My scouts tell me their archers are miles away and no threat to us. Arrows cost money. Use up the Irish. Their dead cost nothing.

Stephen:
The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight. It's drawn the finest people.

William Wallace:
Lower your flags and march straight back to England, stopping at every home to beg forgiveness for a hundred years of theft, rape, and murder. Do this and your men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today.

Robert the Bruce:
You have bled with Wallace, now bleed with me.

Princess Isabelle:
The king will be dead in a month and his son is a weakling. Who do you think is going to rule this kingdom?

William Wallace:
I came home to raise crops, and God willing, a family. If I can live in peace, I will.

William Wallace:
It's fine Scottish weather we're having. The rain is falling straight down and kind of to the side like.

William Wallace:
Why do you help me?

Princess Isabelle:
Because of the way you are looking at me now.

William Wallace:
And if this is your army, why does it go?

William Wallace:
Sons of Scotland! I am William Wallace.

William Wallace:
Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if HE were here, he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse.

William Wallace:
I AM William Wallace! And I see a whole army of my country men, here, in defiance of tyranny. You've come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight?

William Wallace:
Aye, fight and you may die, run, and you'll live... at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take away our lives, but they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM!

Longshanks:
Who is this person that speaks to me as though I needed his advice?

William Wallace:
Before we let you leave, your commander must cross that field, present himself before this army, put his head between his legs, and kiss his own arse.

Narrator:
In the year of our lord thirteen fourteen, patriots of Scotland, starving and outnumbered, charged the fields of Bannockburn. They fought like warrior poets. They fought like Scotsmen. And won their freedom.

William Wallace:
I love you. Always have. I want to marry you.

Malcolm Wallace:
Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it.

Longshanks:
Whom do I send? Not my gentle son. The mere sight of him would only encourage an enemy to take over the whole country.

Nicolette:
Englishmen don't know what a tongue is for.

Stephen:
I didn't like him anyway. He wasn't right in the head.

Hamish:
Some men are longer than others.

Campbell:
Your mother's been telling stories about me again, ah?

English Commander:
I hope you washed your ass this morning, it's about to be kissed by a king.

William Wallace:
...chaque jour j'ai pensé à toi.

Malcolm Wallace:
It's our wits that make us men.

William Wallace:
The answer is yes. Fight for me, you get to kill the English.

Stephen:
Excellent.

William Wallace:
Go back to England and tell them there that Scotland's daughters and sons are yours no more. Tell them Scotland is free.

Princess Isabelle:
You see? Death comes to us all. But before it comes to you, know this: your blood dies with you. A child who is not of your line grows in my belly. Your son will not sit long on the throne. I swear it.

Longshanks:
The trouble with Scotland is that it's full of Scots.

William Wallace:
Every man dies, not every man really lives.

Morrison:
Do you remember me?

Lord Bottoms:
I never did her any harm. It was my right.

Morrison:
Your right? Well, I'm here to claim the right of a husband.

Campbell:
I'm dying. Let me be.

Hamish:
No. You're going to live.

Campbell:
I've lived long enough to live free. And proud to see you become the man that you are. I'm a happy man.

Lord Bottoms:
As lord of these lands I shall bless this marriage by taking the bride into my bed on the first night of her union.

Morrison:
By God, you will not.

William Wallace:
We all end up dead, the question is how and why.

Argyle Wallace:
We'll stay here tonight, leave in the mornin'.

Young William:
But I don't want to leave.

Argyle Wallace:
You did not want your father to die either, but it happened.

Argyle Wallace:
Did the priest give a poetic benediction? "The Lord bless thee and keep thee..."

Young William:
It was in Latin.

Argyle Wallace:
You don't speak Latin? Eh, then that is something we shall have to remedy.

Royal Magistrate:
The prisoner wishes to say a word.

William Wallace:
FREEEEE-DOMMMMMM.

Narrator:
I will tell you of William Wallace. Historians from Englad will say I am a liar, but history is written by those who have hanged heroes.

Hamish:
What in the hell are the Irish doing fighting with the English?

Stephen:
I wouldn't worry about them. Like I said, it's my island.

William Wallace:
Your island?

Stephen:
MY ISLAND. Yup.

Stephen:
Just when we thought all hope was lost, our noble saviors have arrived.

Hamish:
Where are you going?

William Wallace:
I'm going to pick a fight.

Hamish:
Well, we didn't get dressed up for nothing.

Robert the Bruce:
Now, I know you've sacrificed much. But fighting these odds looks like rage, not courage.

William Wallace:
It's well beyond rage. Help me. For Christ's sake, help yourselves. If we join, we can win. If we win, well then we'll have what none of us has ever had before: a country of our own.

Robert's Father:
Longshanks acquired Wallace. So did our nobles. That was the price of your crown.

Robert the Bruce:
DIE. I want you to die.

Longshanks:
Bring me Wallace. Alive if possible, dead... just as good.

Robert's Father:
I'm the one that's rotting, but your face looks graver than mine.

William Wallace:
Ego sum hominus indomitus.

Longshanks:
What news of the North?

Prince Edward:
Nothing new, your majesty. We've sent riders to speed any word.

Longshanks:
I heard word in France where I was fighting to expand your future kingdom. The word, my son, is that our entire Northern Army is AHHNILATED.

William Wallace:
I'm dreaming.

Murron:
Yes, you are. And you must wake, William.

William Wallace:
I don't want to wake. I want to stay here with you.

Princess Isabelle:
I understand you have recently been given the rank of knight.

William Wallace:
I have been given nothing. God makes men what they are.

William Wallace:
Your title gives you the claim to the throne of our country, but men don't follow titles. They follow courage.

We are all crazy here

Stephen Looks like I came to the right place

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 f***in' question.

Hamish:
Mind your tongue.

Campbell:
Insane Irish.

[Stephen pulls a sharpened stag's horn and holds it to the throat of Campbell, causing everyone else to hold Stephen at sword point]

Stephen:
Smart enough to get a dagger past your guards, old man.

William:
That's my friend, Irishman. And the answer to your question is yes, if you fight for me, you get to kill the English.

Stephen:
Excellent! [puts knife away] Stephen is my name. I'm the most wanted man on my island. Except I'm not on my island of course. More's the pity.

Hamish:
Your island? You mean Ireland.

Stephen:
Yeah, it's mine.

Hamish:
You're a madman.

[group laughs]

Stephen:
I've come to the right place then.[laughs]

Stephen:
The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight. It's drawn the finest people.

Lochlan:
Where is thy salute?

William:
For presenting yourselves on this battlefield, I give you thanks.

Lochlan:
This is our army. To join it you give homage.

William:
I give homage to Scotland. And if this is your army, why does it go?

Veteran:
We didn't come here to fight for them.

Young Soldier:
Home! The English are too many!

William:
Sons of Scotland! I am William Wallace.

Young Soldier:
William Wallace is seven feet tall!

William:
Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if he were here, he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse. [the Scots laugh] I am William Wallace! And I see a whole army of my country men here in defiance of tyranny. You've come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight?

Veteran:
Fight? Against that? No, we will run. And we will live.

William:
Aye. Fight and you may die. Run, and you'll live... at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM! Alba gu bràth!

Cheltham:
Mornay, Lochlan, Craig. Here are the king's terms. Lead this army off field and he will give you each estates in Yorkshire, including hereditary title, from which you will pay- from which you will pay him an annual duty-

William:
I have an offer for you.

Mornay:
Cheltham, this is William Wallace.

Cheltham:
From which you will pay the king an annual duty-

William:
I said I have an offer for you.

Lochlan:
You disrespect a banner of truce?

William:
From his king? Absolutely. Here are Scotland's terms. Lower your flags, and march straight back to England, stopping at every home you pass by to beg forgiveness for a hundred years of theft, rape, and murder. Do that and your men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today.

Cheltham:
[laughs] You are outmatched. You have no heavy cavalry. In two centuries no army has won without —

William:
I'm not finished! Before we let you leave, your commander must cross that field, present himself before this army, put his head between his legs, and kiss his own arse.

[Cheltham rides off]

Mornay:
I'd say that was rather less cordial than he was used to.

William:
You be ready and do exactly as I say. On my signal, ride round behind our position and flank them.

Mornay:
We must not divide our forces!

William:
Do it. And let the English see you do it.

Mornay:
They'll think we're running away?

William:
Aye. Take out their archers. I'll meet you in the middle.

Craig:
Sir William, where are you going?

William:
We have beaten the English, but they'll come back because you won't stand together.

Craig:
What will you do?

William:
I will invade England and defeat the English on their own ground.

Craig:
[laughs] Invade? That's impossible.

William:
Why? Why is that impossible? You're so concerned with squabbling for the scraps from Longshank's table that you've missed your God-given right to something better. There is a difference between us. 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.

Robert the Bruce:
Wait! I respect what you said, but remember that these men have lands and castles. It's much to risk.

William:
And the common man who bleeds on the battlefield, does he risk less?

Robert the Bruce:
No. But from top to bottom this country has no sense of itself. Its nobles share allegiance with England. Its clans war with each other. If you make enemies on both sides of the border, you'll end up dead.

William:
We all end up dead; it's just a question of how and why.

Robert the Bruce:
I'm not a coward. I want what you want, but we need the nobles.

William:
We need them?

Robert the Bruce:
Aye.

William:
Now tell me, what does that mean to be noble? Your title gives you claim to the throne of our country, but men don't follow titles, they follow courage. Now, our people know you. Noble and common, they respect you. And if you would just lead them to freedom they'd follow you. And so would I.

Isabelle:
I understand you have been given the rank of knight.

William:
I have been given nothing. God makes men what they are.

Isabella:
Did God make you the sacker of peaceful cities, the executioner of the king's nephew, my husband's own cousin?

William:
York was the staging point for every invasion of my country. And that royal cousin hanged innocent Scots, even women and children, from the city walls. Oh, Longshanks did far worse the last time he took a Scottish city.

Isabelle:
Let us talk plainly. You invade England, but you can not complete the conquest so far from your shelter and supply. The king desires peace.

William:
Longshanks desires peace?

Isabelle:
He declares it to me, I swear it. He proposes that you withdraw your attack. In return he grants you title, estates, and this chest of gold which I am to pay to you personally.

William:
A lordship and titles. Gold. That I should become Judas?

Isabelle:
Peace is made in such ways.

William:
Slaves are made in such ways! The last time Longshanks spoke of peace I was a boy. And many Scottish nobles, who would not be slaves, were lured by him under a flag of truce to a barn, where he had them hanged. I was very young, but I remember Longshanks' notion of peace.

Isabelle:
I understand you have suffered. I know... about your woman.

William:
She was my wife. We married in secret because I would not share her with an English lord. They killed her to get to me. I've never spoken of it. I don't know why I tell you now, except... I see her strength in you. One day, you'll be a queen. And you must open your eyes. You tell your king that William Wallace will not be ruled... and nor will any Scot while I live.

Longshanks:
You spoke with this Wallace in private? Tell me, what kind of man is he?

Isabella:
A mindless barbarian, not a king like you, my lord.

Longshanks:
You may return to your embroidery.

Isabella:
Humbly, my lord. [turns to walk away]

Edward:
You brought back the money, of coarse?

Isabella:
No. I gave it to ease the suffering of the children of this war.

Longshanks:
[laughs] That's what happens when you send a woman.

Isabella:
Forgive me, sire. I thought that generosity might demonstrate your greatness to those you mean to rule.

Longshanks:
My greatness will be better demonstrated when Wallace returns to Scotland and finds his country in ashes.

Robert the Bruce:
Now you've achieved more than anyone ever dreamed, but fighting these odds it looks like rage, not courage.

William:
It's well beyond rage. Help me. In the name of Christ help yourselves! Now is our chance, now! If we join, we can win. If we win, well then we'll have what none of us have ever had before; a country of our own. You are the rightful leader and there is strength in you. I see it. Unite us. Unite us. Unite the clans!

The Leper:
I'm the one who's rotting, but I think your face looks graver than mine. Son, we must have alliance with England to prevail here. You achieved that. You saved your family, increased your land. In time, you will have all the power in Scotland.

Robert the Bruce:
Lands, titles, men, power... nothing.

The Leper:
Nothing?

Robert the Bruce:
I have nothing. Men fight for me because if they do not, I throw them off my land and I starve their wives and children. Those men who bled the ground red at Falkirk fought for William Wallace. He fights for something that I never had. And I took it from him, when I betrayed him. I saw it in his face on the battlefield! And it's tearing me apart.

The Leper:
All men betray. All lose heart.

Robert the Bruce:
I DON'T WANT TO LOSE HEART! I want to believe as he does. I will never be on the wrong side again.

Longshanks:
Scottish nobles have routed one of my garrisons, and murdered the noble lord.

Edward:
I heard. This Wallace is a brigand, nothing more.

Longshanks:
And how would you deal with this brigand?

Edward:
Like any common thief. Have the local magistrate arrest him and punish him accordingly.

Longshanks:
[to advisors] Leave us. [Longshanks' advisors leave the room, and he strikes Edward hard across the face, knocking him to the ground] Wallace has already killed the magistrate, and taken control of the town. Stand up. Stand up! [he pulls Edward to his feet] In the morning, I depart for France to press our rights there, and I leave you here to quell this little rebellion. Understood? Is it? [Edward nods nervously] One day, you will be a king. At least try to act like one.

[Isabelle rushes to Edward's side as Longshanks leaves; he angrily brushes her aside.]

Edward:
Get away from me! [to Philip] Convene my military council!

Nicolette:
[to Isabelle] I hope your husband to Scotland and meets Wallace, and then you'll be a widow.

Longshanks:
What news of the north?

Edward:
Nothing new, Your Majesty. We've sent riders to speed any word.

Longshanks:
I heard the word in France, where I was fighting to expand your future kingdom. The word, my son, is that our entire northern army is annihilated, and you have done nothing.

Edward:
I-I have ordered conscriptions. They're assembled and ready to depart.

[A messenger enters with a guard]

Messenger:
Excuse me, sire, but there's a very urgent message from York.

Longshanks:
Come.

[the guard hands Edward the message and places a large basket on the table]

Longshanks:
Leave us.

Guard:
Thank you, sire. [leaves]

Edward:
[reads the message] Wallace has sacked York.

Longshanks:
What?

Edward:
Wallace has sacked York!

[Longshanks snatches the message from Edward, who lifts the cover off the basket and recoils in shock. Longshanks reaches into the basket and pulls out the Governor of York's severed head from inside]

Philip:
Sire... thy own nephew. What beast could do such a thing?

Longshanks:
If he can sack York... he can invade lower England.

Philip:
We would stop him!

Longshanks:
Who is this person who speaks to me as though I needed his advice?

Edward:
I have declared Philip my high counselor.

Longshanks:
Is he qualified?

Philip:
I am skilled in the arts of war, and military tactics, sire.

Longshanks:
Are you? Then tell me, what advice would you have to offer of the present... situation?!

[he grabs Philip and throws him out the window to his death. Edward draws a dagger and lunges at Longshanks, who sidesteps and strikes him across the face, knocking him to the floor. He kicks Edward in the chest and picks up the dagger, as Edward lies on the floor whimpering in pain.]

Longshanks:
[pondering on what to do about Wallace] I shall offer a truce... and buy him off. But who will go to him? Not I. If I fell under the sword of that murderer, it might be my head in a basket. And not my gentle son. The mere sight of him would only encourage an enemy to take over the whole country. So whom do I send? Whom do I send?

Noble:
Lord Craig, is it true about Mornay?

Craig:
Aye. Wallace rode into his bead chamber and killed him. More a liability now then ever he was. And there's no telling who'll be next.

Robert the Bruce:
Maybe you. Maybe me. [chuckles] It doesn't matter.

Craig:
I'm serious, Robert.

Robert the Bruce:
[angrily slams the table] SO AM I!

Sir William Wallace:
I'm so afraid. Give me the strength to die well.

King Edward I "Longshanks":
I gave Mornay double his lands in Scotland, matching estates in England. Lochlan turned for... for much less.

Robert The Bruce:
I shall tell you of William Wallace. Historians from England will say I am a liar, but history is written by those who have hanged heroes. The King of Scotland had died without a son and the King of England, a cruel pagan known as Edward the Longshanks, claimed the throne of Scotland for himself. Scotland's nobles fought him, and fought each other, over the crown. So Longshanks invited them to talks of truce — no weapons, one page only. Among the farmers of that shire was Malcolm Wallace, a commoner with his own lands. He had two sons, John and William.

Robert The Bruce:
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.

Robert The Bruce:
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.