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: I understand you have suffered. I know… about your woman.
William Wallace: [
pauses, then sighs sadly] 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 will be a queen. And you must open your eyes.
[
regains composure, speaks firmly]
William Wallace: You tell your king that William Wallace will NOT be ruled… and nor will any Scot while I live.
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?
Soldier: We didn’t come here to fight for them.
Second Soldier: Home, the English are too many!
William Wallace: Sons of Scotland! I am William Wallace.
Second Soldier: William Wallace is seven feet tall!
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.
[
Scottish army laughs]
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?
Soldier: Against that? No, we’ll run, and we’ll live.
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!
[
Crowd cheers]
Longshanks: [
to Prince Edward] One day you will be a king. At least try to act like one.
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.
[
last lines]
William Wallace: [
narrating] In the Year of our Lord 1314, 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.
Stephen: [
Speaking heavenward] Him? That can’t be William Wallace. I’m prettier than this man. All right Father, I’ll ask him.
Stephen: [
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.
Stephen: [
Heavenward] Yes, Father.
Stephen: [
to William and the others] The Almighty says don’t change the subject; just answer the fucking question.
Hamish: Mind your tongue.
Campbell: Insane Irish.
Stephen: [
Draws a dagger and holds it to Campbell’s throat] Smart enough to get a dagger past your guards, old man.
William Wallace: [
Holding a spear at Stephen’s chest] 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!
Stephen: In order to converse with an equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God.
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.
[
after killing a would-be assassin]
Stephen: I didn’t like him anyway. He wasn’t right in the head.
Campbell: [
after his wound is cauterized] That’ll wake you up in the mornin’.
Hamish: William, wake up. Someone’s coming!
Campbell: [
goes down to see a body of armed men approaching] MacGregors from the next clan over.
MacGregor: We heard about what was happenin’ and didn’t want you "Amadans" to have all the fun.
William Wallace: Some of us are in this; the rest of you, go home.
MacGregor: Go home to what? Our houses and farms burned when the English garrison comes down from the castle? And you know they will!
[
Wallace motions for the MacGregors to join them]
Robert the Bruce: I’m not a coward. I want what you want, but we need the nobles.
William Wallace: We need them?
Robert the Bruce: Aye
William Wallace: Nobles. 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
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.
[
to Longshanks]
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.
Stephen: [
to William Wallace] The Almighty tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he’s pretty sure you’re fucked.
William Wallace: Every man dies, not every man really lives.
[
Lord Bottoms has previously taken Morrison’s wife as his own]
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.
[
Kills Lord Bottoms]
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.
Stephen: 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.
Stephen: [
Laughs] I’ve come to the right place then.
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.
Longshanks: Archers.
English Commander: Beg your pardon sire, but won’t we hit our own troops ?
Longshanks: Yes… but we’ll hit theirs as well. We have reserves… attack .
Royal Magistrate: The prisoner wishes to say a word.
William Wallace: FREEEEE-DOMMMMMM.
[
first lines]
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 Wallace: I told ye to stay.
Young William: Well, I finished my work. Where’re we goin’?
Malcolm Wallace: McAndrews’. He was supposed to visit when the gatherin’ was over.
Young William: Can I come?
Malcolm Wallace: No! Go home, boy.
Young William: But I want to go.
Malcolm Wallace: Go home, William, or you’ll feel the back o’ my hand.
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.
Princess Isabelle: I’ve come to beg for the life of William Wallace.
Prince Edward: [
scoffs] You’re quite taken with him, aren’t you?
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.
[
Murron is tied to a post about to be executed]
Magistrate: All of you know full well, the great pains I have always taken never to be too 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 day’s 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.
[
he slits Murron’s throat]
Magistrate: [
about Wallace] Now, let this scrapper come to me.
William Wallace: Ego sum hominus indomitus.
King’s Advisor: [
to Princess] Sanguinarious homo indomitus est, et se me dite cum mendagio.
[
He is a murderous savage, and he is telling lies]
William Wallace: Ego nunco pronunciari mendagio! Sed ego sum homo indomitus.
[
I never lie! But I am a savage]
William Wallace: [
to Princess] Ou en français, si vous préférez?
[
Or in French, if you prefer?]
Longshanks: Scottish rebels have routed one of my garrisons and murdered the noble lord.
Prince Edward: I heard. This Wallace is a brigand, nothing more.
Longshanks: And how would you deal with this ‘brigand?’
Prince Edward: Like any common thief. Have the local magistrate arrest him and punish him accordingly.
Longshanks: [
strikes the Prince] Wallace has already killed the magistrate, and taken control of the town!
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 is dreaming, and sees the spirit of his wife]
William Wallace: I’m dreaming.
Murron: Yes, you are. And you must wake, William.
[
pause]
William Wallace: I don’t want to wake. I want to stay here with you.
Hamish: [
before Wallace leaves to go to Edinburgh, where he is captured after being betrayed] Ach nobles! nest o’ schemin’ bastards; they canny agree oan the colour o’ shite.
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: [
after Hamish drops a boulder at Wallace’s feet] You dropped your rock.
Hamish: It’s a test of manhood.
William Wallace: You win.
Hamish: Call it a test of soldiery then. The English won’t let us train with weapons, so we train with stones.
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