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Sir William Wallace

William Wallace sparks a rebellion for Scottish Independence near Glasgow, Scotland.
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“Well, I finished my work. Where are we going? Can I come? But I want to go.” — William Wallace

“Aah! I’m going with you. I’m gonna help. I can fight.” — William Wallace

“It’s up to us, Hamish. Oh… Da? Da?” — William Wallace

“I don’t want to leave. It was in Latin.” — William Wallace

“What are they doing?” — William Wallace

“You’ve dropped your rock. You win. The test of a soldier’s not in his arm. It’s here. Hamish? That was a good throw.” — William Wallace

“I was wondering if you could do that when it matters… as it… at it matters in battle. Could you crush a man with that throw? You could? Well, then do it. Would you like to see him crush me like a worm?” — William Wallace

“Come do it. I will not. Are you all right? You look a wee bit shaky. Aye, you should have. Get up, you big heap. It’s good to see you again. Oh, you should have moved. Of course I will.” — William Wallace

“Good evening, sir. Aye, it’s that. I was wondering if I might have a word with your daughter. Well, um… Murron, would you like to come and ride with me on this fine evening? Oh, it’s good Scottish weather, madame. The rain is falling straight down. Well, slightly to the side, like. No? No the now? Hiya!” — William Wallace

“How did you know me after so long? No? I’m sorry. I suppose I was. Are you in the habit of riding off in the rain with strangers? Well, if I can ever work up the courage to ask you again, I’ll send you a written warning first. Can you not? Well, that’s something we shall have to remedy, isn’t it? If you like. In what language? That’s right. Are you impressed yet?” — William Wallace

“Yes. Because every single day I thought about you. My kilt will fly up, but I’ll try it. The French and the Romans have far worse manners than I. Aye. Argyle took me on a pilgrimage. Not nearly as beautiful as you. Beautiful. But I belong here.” — William Wallace

“Sir, I know it was strange of me to invite Murron to ride last night, but I assure you… what kind of meeting? 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. Aye. No? Didn’t I just prove it? No?” — William Wallace

“Of course, running a farm’s a lot of work, but that will all change when my sons arrive. Oh, not yet, but I was hoping that you could help me with that. Well, it’s a bit sudden, but all right. I love you. Always have. I want to marry you. Is that a ‘yes?’ It is?” — William Wallace

“We best hurry. He’ll be waiting. Where are you going? What’s that? Father. I will love you my whole life, you and no other.” — William Wallace

“When am I going to see you again? Tonight? Why not? Growin’ suspicious, is he? Wouldn’t have anything to do with that. When? When? When? When? Tonight? Are you all right? All right? Come on. Are you all right? Are you all right? Can you ride? Meet me at the grove. Ride! Murron? Murron!” — William Wallace

“Go home. Some of us are in this. Can’t help that now. But you can help yourselves. Go home.” — William Wallace

“Were they dressed like this? Actually, it was more like 50. Make it quick. I am William Wallace. And the rest of you will be spared. Go back to England and tell them there that Scotland’s daughters and her sons are yours no more. Tell them Scotland is free. Burn it.” — William Wallace

“You know… eventually, Longshanks will send his whole northern army against us. Uncle Argyle used to talk about it, how no army had ever stood up to a charge of heavy horse. We’ll make spears. Hundreds of them. Long spears, twice as long as a man. Aye.” — William Wallace

“Stand up, man. I’m not the Pope. Thank you. That’s my friend, Irishman, and the answer to your question is yes. You fight for me, you get to kill the English.” — William Wallace

“Do the nobles rally? Are you ready for a war?” — William Wallace

“For presenting yourselves on this battlefield, I give you thanks. I give homage to Scotland, and if this is your army, why does it go? Sons of Scotland… I am William Wallace. Yes. I’ve heard. He 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. I am William Wallace… and I see a whole army of my countrymen here in defiance of tyranny. You’ve come to fight as free men. And free men you are. What will you do without freedom? Will you fight?” — William Wallace

“Aye. Fight, and you may die. Run, and you’ll live… at least awhile. 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 bra!” — William Wallace

“Just be yourselves. I’m going to pick a fight. Hyah!” — William Wallace

“I have an offer for you. I said I have an offer for you. 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 100 years of theft, rape and murder. Do that, and your men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today. 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.” — William Wallace

“Be ready and do exactly as I say. On my signal, ride round behind our position and flank them. Do it, and let the English see you do it. Take out their archers. I’ll meet you in the middle. Hyah! Aah! Aah! Ride! Steady! Hold! Hold! Hold! Hold! Now! Aah! Bastard! All right. Aah! Aah!” — William Wallace

“Gentlemen. Gentlemen. We have beaten the English, but they’ll come back because you won’t stand together. I will invade England and defeat English on their own ground. Why? Why is that impossible? You’re so concerned with squabbling for the scraps from Longshanks’ table, that you’ve missed your God-given right to something better.” — William Wallace

“There’s 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.” — William Wallace

“The common man that bleeds on the battlefield, does he risk less? Aye. We all end up dead. It’s just a question of how and why. We need them? Nobles. 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.” — William Wallace

“Come on! I’m dreaming. Uh… I don’t want to wake. I want to stay here with you.” — William Wallace

“To do what? I have been given nothing. God makes men what they are. York was a staging point for every invasion of my country, and that royal cousin hanged innocent Scots, even women and children from the city walls. Well, Longshanks did far worse the last time he took a Scottish city.” — William Wallace

“I never lie. But I am a savage. Or in French if your prefer? You ask your king to his face. Ask him. You can see if his eyes can convince you of the truth. Longshanks desires peace? A lordship and titles… gold… that I should become Judas?” — 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 Longshanks’ notion of peace. 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 have never spoken of it. I don’t know why I tell you now, except… I see her strength in you.” — William Wallace

“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.” — William Wallace

Robert the Bruce, Braveheart, HBO Max, Icon Entertainment International, The Ladd Company, B.H. Finance C.V., Icon Productions, Angus Macfadyen

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.”

“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.”

“Now in Edinburgh were gathered the council of Scottish nobles. Among these was Robert the 17th Earl of Bruce, the leading contender for the crown of Scotland.”

“Ah, I head that Longshanks has granted prima noctes. My father believes that we must lull longshanks into our confidence by neither supporting his decree nor opposing it. His affairs in France keep him long overdue. But he sends his greetings, and he says that I speak for all of the Bruces and for Scotland.”

“A rebellion has begun. A commoner… named William Wallace. This Wallace… he doesn’t even have a knighthood, but he fights with passion, and he inspires. Well, maybe it’s time. But they do nothing but talk.”

“Does anyone know his politics?”

“Wait! I respect what you said, but remember that these men have lands and castles. It’s much to risk. No… but from top to bottom, this country has got 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. I’m no coward. I want what you want, but we need the nobles. Aye.”

Edward the Longshanks, Braveheart, HBO Max, Icon Entertainment International, The Ladd Company, B.H. Finance C.V., Icon Productions, Patrick McGoohan

Edward the Longshanks

“Scotland… my land. The French will grovel to anyone with strength, but how will they believe our strength when we cannot rule the whole of our own island? Where is my son? I sent for him, and he sends you. If he wants his queen to rule when I am gone, then, by all means, stay and learn how. Please.”

“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.”

“Are they? Are they? The trouble with Scotland is that it’s full of Scots. 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 right to her on the night of her wedding. If we can’t get them out, we’ll breed them out. That should fetch just the kind of lords we want to Scotland. Taxes or no taxes, huh? Is it?”

“Scottish rebels have routed one of my garrisons and murdered the noble lord. And how would you deal with this brigand? Hmm. Leave us. Wallace has already killed the magistrate and taken control of the town. Stand up. Stand up. 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? One day, you will be a king. At least try to act like one.”

“What news of the north? 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. Come. Leave us. What? Oh.”

“If he can sack York… he can invade lower England. Who is this person who speaks to me as though I needed his advice? Is he qualified? Are you? Then tell me… what advice would you offer on the, uh, present, uh, situation? 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. There mere sight of him would only encourage an enemy to take over the whole country. So whom do I send? Whom do I send?”

“Ah, my son’s loyal wife returns unkilled by the heathen. So he accepted our bribe? Then why does he stay? My scouts tell me that he has not advanced. Did he? The Welsh bowmen will not be detected arriving so far around his flank. The main force of our armies from France will land here to the north of Edinburgh. Conscripts from Ireland will approach from the southwest.”

“I dispatched them before I sent your wife. So our little ruse succeeded. Thank you. And while this upstart waits my arrival in York, my forces will have arrived in Edinburgh behind him. You spoke with this, uh, Wallace in private. Tell me… what kind of man is he? You may return to your embroidery.”

“That’s what happens when you send a woman. Ahem. My greatness will be better demonstrated when Wallace returns to Scotland and finds his country in ashes.”

Murron, Braveheart, HBO Max, Icon Entertainment International, The Ladd Company, B.H. Finance C.V., Icon Productions, Catherine McCormack


“Oh, the weather’s just fine. It’s hardly raining.”

“Well, I didn’t. It’s just I saw you staring at me and I didn’t know who you were. It was the best way to make you leave. Oh, it wouldn’t do you much good. I can’t read. No. You’re gong to teach me to read, then? You’re showing off now. No. Why should I be?”

“Do that standing on your head and I’ll be impressed. Oh, God, you certainly didn’t learn any manners on your travels. You’ve been to Rome? What was it like? What does that mean?”

“So you’ve got children? So you want me to marry you, then? Is that what you call a proposal? Aye, that’s a ‘yes.’ Oh, wait. You’ll see. And I you, you and no other, forever.”

“I can’t. My dad’s growin’ suspicious. Tonight. Tonight. No. It’s fine. Aah! No! Aye. Aye. Come on!”

“Yes, you are. And you must wake. And I with you… but you must wake now. Wake up, William. Wake up.”

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Princess Isabelle

“Your pardon, milord. He asked me to come in his stead. Shall I leave, milord?”

“How do you know this? He shouldn’t be telling secrets in bed. Uh. This Scottish rebel… Wallace? He fights to avenge a woman? Love? I wouldn’t know.”

“I am the Princess of Wales. I come as the king’s servant and with his authority. To discuss the king’s proposals. Will you speak with a woman?”

“I understand you have recently been given the rank of knight. Did God make you the sacker of peaceful cities? The executioner of the king’s nephew, my husband’s own cousin?”

“Hamilton, leave us. Leave us. Now. Let us talk plainly. You invade England, but you cannot complete the conquest so far from your shelter and supply. The king desires peace. 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.”

“Peace is made in such ways. I understand you have suffered. I know… about your woman.”

“No, he did not. He waits for you at York. He says that he will attack no more towns or cities if you are man enough to come and face him.”

“A mindless barbarian. Not a king like you, milord. Humbly, milord. No. I gave it to ease the suffering of the children of this war. Forgive me, sire. I thought that generosity might demonstrate your greatness to those you mean to rule.”

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Prince Edward


“I heard. This Wallace is a brigand, nothing more. Like any common thief. Have the local magistrate arrest him and punish him accordingly. Get away from me! Convene my military council.”

“Wait. Wait. This is out, and this is left. Carry on. Carry on!”

“I will stand up to him and more. Nothing new, Your Majesty. We’ve sent riders to speed any word. I, I have ordered conscriptions. They’re assembled and ready to depart. Uh, W-Wallace has sacked York. Wallace has sacked York. Oh!”

“I have declared Phillip my high counselor.”

“Welsh bowmen? Troops from France? Irish conscripts? Even if you dispatch them today, they’d take weeks to assemble.”

“You brought back the money, of course.”

Hamish, Braveheart, HBO Max, Icon Entertainment International, The Ladd Company, B.H. Finance C.V., Icon Productions, Brendan Gleeson


“English. Get down. With your father and brother gone, they’ll kill us and burn the farm. Nah.”

“Test of manhood. Ah. Call it a test of soldiery, then. The English won’t let us train with weapons, so we train with stones. No. It’s here. Ha-ha! Mm-hmm.”

“Aye. Aye, it was. I could crush you like a worm. Aye. You’ll move. Right. I should have remembered the rocks. Aye, welcome home. Oh, me head.”

“Hold still, Father. Father, how are you?”

“Here. You can do it. I’ll hold him down. Hold him. Hold him. Hold him. Now let him go. There’s somebody coming.”

“They’ll ride right over us. So what do we do? That long? Some men are longer than others. Is your father a ghost, or do you converse with the Almighty? Mind your tongue. Your island? You mean Ireland? You’re a madman.”

“William! It’s our runners!”

“Where are you going? Well, we didn’t get dressed up for nothing.”

Stephen, Braveheart, HBO Max, Icon Entertainment International, The Ladd Company, B.H. Finance C.V., Icon Productions, David O'Hara

The Irishman

“Him? That can’t be William Wallace. I’m prettier than this man. All right, Father. I’ll ask him. If I risk my neck for you, will I get a chance to kill Englishmen? In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God. Yes, Father! The Almighty says don’t change subject. Just answer the fucking question. Smart enough to get a dagger past your guards, old man. Excellent! 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. Yeah. It’s mine. I’ve come to the right place, then.”

“Sure didn’t the Almighty send me to watch your back? I didn’t like him anyway. He wasn’t right in the head.”

“The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight. It’s drawn the finest people. Fine speech. Now what do we do? The Lord tells me he can get me out of this mess but he’s pretty sure you’re fucked. Ha ha ha!”


“I hope your husband goes to Scotland and meets Wallace… and then you’ll be a widow.”

“When the king returns, he will bury them in those new clothes. Scotland is in chaos. Your husband is secretly sending an army north. Last night I slept with a member of the War Council. Ah, yes. Englishmen don’t know what a tongue is for. 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?”

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Uncle Argyle

“William. I’m your uncle. Argyle. You have the look of your mother. Mmm. We’ll stay here tonight. Tomorrow you’ll come home with me. You didn’t want your father to die either, did you? But it happened. Did the priest give a poetic benediction? ‘The Lord bless thee and keep thee?’ You don’t speak Latin? Well, that’s something we shall have to remedy, isn’t it?”

“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.”

“Saying good-bye in their own way. Playing outlawed tunes on outlawed pipes. It was the same for me and your daddy when our father was killed. First, learn to use… this. Then I’ll teach you to use… this.”

Robert the Bruce Sr.

“Oh, come in. Come in. Under whom? You will embrace this rebellion. Support it from our lands in the north. I will gain English favor by condemning it and ordering it opposed from our lands in the south. Sit down. Stay awhile. And you wish to charge off and fight as he did, eh? So would I. It is time… to survive. You’re the 17th Robert Bruce. The 16 before you passed you land and title because they didn’t charge in. Call a meeting of the nobles. 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 on the throne of England, and none of us and nothing of Scotland will remain unless we are as ruthless. Give ear to our nobles. Knowing their minds is the key to the throne.”


“But, sire, our nobles will be reluctant to uproot. New lands mean new taxes, and they’re already taxed for the war in France. A most excellent idea, sire.”

“They seem quite optimistic to me. Maybe they want to fight. Confrontation might be a foregone conclusion, milord, but, nonetheless, I think we should deliver the king’s terms. The king’s terms? He’ll never live up to them. Milord, I think… all right. Offer them the terms.”

“Mornay, Lochlan, Craig. Here are the king’s term… lead this army off the 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… from which you will pay the king an annual duty…”

“Ha ha ha ha! You are outmatched. You have no heavy cavalry. In two centuries, no army has won…

“Insolent bastard. I want this Wallace’s heart on a plate. Archers. Archers! Archers! Archers! Archers, forward!”

“Ready! Loose! See. Every Scot with a horse is fleeing. Our cavalry will ride them down like grass. Send the horse. Full attack.”

“Send the infantry. Milord… you lead them! Retreat.”

“Make way for the king!”

“It’s not your fault. Stand up to him!”

“Excuse me, sure, but there’s a very urgent message from York. Thank you, sire.”

“Sire… thy own nephew. What beast could do such a thing? We would stop him! I am skilled in the arts of war and military tactics, sire. Aah!”

“He is a bloody murdering savage. And he’s telling lies. Milady…”


“Huh. Clearly meant to draw more of his supporters here. A wise plan. And how is your father? We missed him at the council.”

“Well, what news? Three hundred heavy horse?”

“Shall we go and meet them?”

“I knight thee William Wallace. Sir William, in the name of God, we declare and appoint thee guardian and high protector of Scotland and thy captains as aides-de-camp. Stand and be recognized.”

“No, but his weight with the commoners could unbalance everything. The Balliols will kiss his arse, and so we must.”

“Gentlemen, please! Gentlemen! Please, gentlemen! Wait! Sir William, where are you going? What will you do? Ha ha ha! Invade? That’s impossible.”


“How many horse, then? Well, who’s in command? Did he have a scarlet chevron?”

“Three hundred heavy horse. We have no chance.”

“Let me do the talking. Cheltham, this is William Wallace. I’d say that was rather less cordial than he’s used to. We must not divide our forces. They’ll think we run away. Right. Come on.”

“Damn the Balliol clan. They’re all Longshanks men! Whoa, whoa, wait. You’re prepared to recognize our legitimate succession? Those were lies… these documents were lies when you wrote them!”


“We must try to negotiate. We can still negotiate.”

“Hiya. Stop, men! Do not flee! Wait until we’ve negotiated!”

“Where is thy salute? This is our army. To join it, you give homage. You disrespect a banner of truce?”


“We cannot fight them! It’s suicide!”

“Hiya! Amen.”

“Ah, it’s all over now.”

“Come on, Hamish! Ooh! Aye. Come on, Hamish.”

“William… will you dance with me?”

“Oh, by God, you will not!”

“Go round back! Get him!”

“Sir! There. Aah! Argh! Ah! Oh…”

“Wallace! Wallace! Wallace!”

“Amen. Amen.”

“Here. You can do it. I’ll hold him down.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. There’s somebody coming! Arm yourselves!”

“We heard about what was happening. We don’t want you amadans thinking you can have your fun without us. That’s right. We’ll have no homes left when English garrison from the castle comes through and burns us out. And they will. Aye.”

“You remember me? Your right? I’m here to claim the right of a husband!”

“There! After them. No point resisting. You’re outnumbered and trapped. Now, where are the rest of you? Where’s Wallace?”

“Volunteers coming in! William Wallace, we’ve come to fight and to die for you. My name is Faudron. My sword is yours. I brought you this. We checked them for arms. I brought you this. My wife made it for you.”

“The English are advancing an army toward Stirling. Robert the Bruce and most of the others will not commit the battle, but word has spread, and the Highlanders are coming down on their own. In droves of hundreds and thousands.”

“We’re outnumbered, at least three to one. Three hundred. Maybe more. Aye, he did.”

“What are they talking about? I can’t hear, but it does not look good. The nobles will negotiate. They’ll do a deal, then we go home. If not, we charge. So many. I didn’t come here to fight so they could own more lands. Then I’ll have to work for them. Nor me. All right, lads! I’m not dying for these bastards. Let’s go home!”

“William Wallace. Can’t be. Not tall enough. We didn’t come here to fight for them! Home! The English are too many. William Wallace is seven feet tall. Against that? No! We will run, and we will live. Agreed. You bastards!”

“Wallace! Wallace!”

“Sir William. Sir William… inasmuch as you and your captains hail from a region long known to support the Balliol clan, may we invite you to continue your support and uphold our rightful claim. Now is the time to declare a king.”

“You’re the ones who won’t support the rightful… oh, no. That’s the truth. I demand recognition of these documents!”


“Wallace is right! We fight them! I am, Wallace.”

“William. Come here, lad.”

“Here you go, son. Show him how. My boy! He’ll move. Come on there, boy! Well done! Ah! Fine display, young Wallace.”

“Macclannough’s daughter is another matter. I’ve come to fetch you to our meeting. The secret kind. Your father was a fighter and a patriot. Go on.”

“Ah! You idiot boy!”

“MacAulish. MacAulish. MacAulish! MacAulish! MacAulish! MacAulish!”

“What you waiting for, boy? Pour it straight in the wound. I know it seems like a waste of good whiskey. Indulge me. Argh! Aah! That’ll wake you up in the morning, boy. MacGregors, from the next clan. Welcome.”

“Patrol returning, milord!”

“Heavy cavalry, armored horse. Shake the very ground. Hit, run, hide, the highland way. Your mother been telling you stories about me again, eh? Insane Irish.”


“William, wake up, wake up. William! A royal entourage comes! Flying banners of truce! And the standards of Longshanks himself!”


“Every nobleman who had a will to fight was at that meeting. We cannot beat an army. Not with the 50 farmers we can raise. All right, all right.”

“Ah, young Wallace. Grand soft evening, huh? What do you want to have a word with her about? No the now. We’ll see you later. Murron!”

“Your meetings are a waste of time, Campbell. You say you want to stay out of the troubles? If you can prove it, you may court my daughter. Until you prove it, my answer’s no. No, Wallace. No. No! No.”

Mrs. MacClannough

“In this? You’re out of your mind. She can’t go with you. Well, no the now, anyway. Did you not hear what I said? Murron! Get… oh. It’s you she takes after.”

“Murron? Come in now.”


“Look lively, sergeant. Where are you going, lassie? Ooh, that looks heavy. Let me help you with it. I’m not going to steal it. Oh, you remind me of my daughter back home. Hello, lassie. Shh! Shh! Aah! Aah, you bitch! Aah! You… bitch! Come back here, you bastard! Raise the alarm! Help! They’re getting away!”


“Keep it quiet, Smythe.”


“All of you know full well the great pains I’ve always taken never to be strict, too rigid with the application of our laws, and as a consequence, have we not learned to live together in relative peace and harmony? Huh? And this days lawlessness is how you repay my leniency! Well, you leave me with little choice. An assault on the king’s soldiers… is the same as an assault on the king himself. Now… let this scrapper come to me.”

“Corporal. Some archers on the tower now! Oh!”

English Noble

“I’ve come to claim the right of prima noctes. As lord of these lands, I will bless this marriage by taking the bride into my bed on the first night of her union. It is my noble right.”

“So what news? I have dispatched 100 soldiers to Lanark. They will be returning now! I never did her any harm. It was my right. Ah!”


“Damn it! My sodomite cousin the prince tells me he has no troops to lend, and every town in northern England is begging for help.”

“He advances! To which town? To here, milord.”

“Bring the provisions inside! Double the wall guards! Seal the gate! Now! Hyah! Bring in the provisions!”

“Sir, we can get you out if you leave now. I’m not about to tell my uncle I’ve lost him the greatest city in Northern England.”

John Wallace

“Away hame, William.”

“William! William! Ha!”

Malcom Wallace

“I told you to stay. MacAndrews’. He was supposed to visit when the gathering was over. No. Go home, boy. Go home, William, or you’ll feel the back of my hand. MacAndrews! MacAndrews! Holy Jesus.”

“It’s all right! William! William. It’s all right. It’s all right. Easy, lad.”

“And I say we hit back now! Oh, we do not have to beat them, just fight them. Now, who’s with me? Aye.”

“Where do you think you’re going? Ah, you’re going with me, are you? And what are you gonna do? 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… I know. I know you can fight. But it’s our wits that makes us men. See you tomorrow.”

“Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it.”

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