Braveheart

Braveheart  

Robert the Bruce (narrator): 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.

(Malcolm and John are riding to MacAndrews)

Malcolm: I told you to stay.

William: Well, I finished my work.  Where are we going?

Malcolm: MacAndrews.  He was supposed to visit when the
gathering was over.

William: Can I come?

Malcolm: No.  Go home, boy.

William: But I want to go.

Malcolm: Go home William or you'll feel the back of my hand.

John: Away haim (home), William.

(Malcolm Wallace and John arrives at MacAndrews, finding that there is only

silence.)

Malcolm: MacAndrews; MacAndrews. (Malcolm and John walk in the house

to find everyone at the gathering hanged) Holy Jesus!

(Malcolm hears someone at the back door.  He grabs John's axe, assuming

he is English.  It is William at the door.  When Malcolm approaches William,

he panics and runs off, running into the hanging corpses)

William: Ah! (screams)

Malcolm: It's all right! William!

John: William!

Malcolm: It's all right.  Easy lad.

(William is asleep and dreaming)

Dead Page Boy: William!
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(in Wallace's house)

Malcolm:  I say we hit back now.

MacClannough:  We cannot fight them.  It's suicide.

Campbell: Wallace is right.  We fight them!

MacClannough: Every nobleman who had the will to fight was at that
meeting. We cannot beat an army.  Not with 50 farmers.

Malcolm: We do not have to beat them.  Just fight them.  Now who's
with me.

Campbell (among others): I am, Wallace.

MacClannough: Alright, alright.

Malcolm: Ready.
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(next morning, Malcolm gets his sword.  William is on top of the horse.

Malcolm asks.....)

Malcolm: Where do you think you're going?

William: I'm going with you.

Malcolm: Oh, you're going with, are you?  And what are you going to do?

William: I'm gonna help.

Malcolm: Hey, and a good help you'd be, too.  But I need you to stay
here and look after the place for me while I'm away.

William: I can fight!

Malcolm: I know.  I know you can fight.  But it's our wits that make us
men. See you tomorrow.

John: Ha!
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(English soldiers ride by the two boys)

Hamish: English!

William: Get down!

Hamish: With your father and brother gone, they'll kill us and burn the
farm.

William: It's up to us, Hamish.

Both boys: Ahhhh! (Throws rocks at sheep skulls)

(Hamish misses his throw.  William hits both of the skulls.

Hamish looks at him and says........)

Hamish: Nah! (and hits William.  They both horse-around)

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(Next morning, William just wakes up)

William: Da? Da?

(William goes out side to get water and sees the men returning from

battle.  He looks close and realizes that there are two missing and

the two are his father and brother.  William turns around afraid to

hear the bad news.)

Campbell: William, come here lad.

(William sees his dead father and brother.  William places his hand on

his dead father's chest.  He only feels a dead corpse, not like the

father he had just a day ago.)

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(At funeral)

Priest: (speaks Latin and then...)  Amen.

Everyone: Amen.

(Everyone from the funeral leaves but young Murron turns around, picks a

thistle and gives it to William.)

(Argyle rides up)

Argyle: William, I am your uncle, Argyle.  (Takes a look at William's face)

You have the look of your mother.
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(In William's house, eating dinner)

Argyle: We'll stay here tonight.  Tomorrow you'll come home with me.

William: I don't want to leave.

Argyle: You didn't want your father to die either, did ya? But it
happened. Did the priest give a poetic benediction?  "The Lord bless
thee and keep thee"?

William: It was in Latin.

Argyle: You don't speak Latin?  Well that's something we shall have to
remedy, isn't it.
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(Argyle praying with William)

Argyle: The Lord bless thee and keep thee.  The Lord cause his light to
shine on thee.  The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee.  And give
thee peace.  Amen.
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(William's dream)