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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.

I told you to stay.

Well, I finished my work.

Where are we going?

MacAndrews'. He was supposed
to visit when the gathering was over.

- Can I come?
- No. Go home, boy.

But I want to go.

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

Go you home, William.

MacAndrews!

MacAndrews!

Holy Jesus.

- It's all right!
- William! William!

William! William, it's all right.
It's all right. Easy, lad.

William.

And I say we hit back now!

We cannot fight them!
It's suicide!

- Something's got to be done.
- Wallace is right! We fight them!

Every nobleman who had
a will to fight was at that meeting.

We cannot beat an army.
Not with 50 farmers.

We do not have to beat them,
just fight them.

Now, who's with me?

I am, Wallace.

- All right, all right.
- Ready.

- Where do you think you're going?
- I'm going with you.

You're going with me, are you?

- And what are you going to do?
- I'm gonna help.

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 can fight.

I know.

I know you can fight.

But it's our wits
that make us men.

See you tomorrow.

- English.
- Get down.

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

It's up to us, Hamish.

Nah.

Da?

William.

Come here, lad.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

William.

I'm your uncle. Argyle.

You have the look
of your mother.

We'll stay here tonight.

Tomorrow you'll
come home with me.

I don't want to leave.

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"?

It was in Latin.

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.

Your heart is free.

Have the courage to follow it.

What are they doing?

Saying goodbye 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.

Many years later,

Edward the Longshanks,
King of England,

supervised the wedding
of his eldest son,

who would succeed
him to the throne.

Amen.

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.

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?

Your pardon, milord.
He asked me to come in his stead.

I sent for him,
and he sends you.

Shall I leave, milord?

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.

But, sire, our nobles
will be reluctant to uproot.

New lands mean new taxes,

and they're already taxed
for the war in France.

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 Nocte.

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'll breed them out.

That should fetch just the kind
of lords we want to Scotland,

taxes or no taxes.

- A most excellent idea, sire.
- Is it?

Now in Edinburgh

were gathered the council
of Scottish nobles.

Among these was Robert,
the 17th Earl of Bruce,

a leading contender
for the crown of Scotland.

I hear that Longshanks
has granted Prima Nocte.

Clearly meant to draw
more of his supporters here.

My father believes that we must
lull Longshanks into our confidence

by neither supporting
his decree nor opposing it.

A wise plan.

And how is your father?
We missed him at the council.

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.

it's all over now.

- You've dropped your rock.
- Test of manhood.

You win.

Call it a test of soldiery, then.

The English won't let
us train with weapons,

so we train with stones.

The test of a soldier
is not in his arm.

- It's here.
- No. It's here.

Hamish?

Mmm-hmm.

Here you go, Son.
Show him how.

Come on, Hamish!

You'll never beat Hamish.

Come on there, boy!

My boy!

That's a good throw.

Aye. Aye, it was.

I was wondering if you
could do that when it matters.

As it matters in battle.

Could you crush a man
with that throw?

I could crush you like a worm.

- You could?
- Aye.

Well, then, do it. Would you like
to see him crush me like a worm?

Aye.

- Come do it.
- You'll move.

I will not.

Right.

- He'll move.
- Come on, Hamish.

Come on there, boy!

Well done!

Fine display, young Wallace.

Are you all right?
You look a wee bit shaky.

- I should have remembered the rocks.
- Aye, you should have.

Get up, you big heap.

- It's good to see you again.
- Aye. Welcome home.

- Got my head.
- Well, you should have moved.

William, will you dance with me?

Of course I will.

I've come to claim
the right of Prima Nocte.

As lord of these lands,
I will bless this marriage

by taking the bride into my bed
on the first night of her union.

By God, you will not!

it is my noble right.

- Good evening, sir.
- Young Wallace.

- Grand soft evening, huh?
- Aye, it's that.

I was wondering if I might
have a word with your daughter.

What do you want to have
a word with her about?

Well...

Murron, would you like to come
and ride with me on this fine evening?

In this?
You're out of your mind.

It's good Scottish weather, madam.
The rain is falling straight down.

- Slightly to the side, like.
- She can't go with you.

- No?
- No the now, anyway.

- No the now.
- No the now?

We'll see you later.

The weather's just fine.
It's hardly raining.

Did you not hear what I said?

- Murron!
- Murron! Get...

it's you she takes after.

How did you
know me after so long?

I didn't. It's just...
I saw you staring at me,

- and I didn't know who you were.
- I'm sorry. I suppose I was.

Are you in the habit of riding
off in the rain with strangers?

It was the best way
to make you leave.

if I can ever work up the
courage to ask you again,

I'll send you a written
warning first.

That wouldn't do you
much good. I can't read.

- Can you not?
- No.

Well, that's something
we shall have to remedy, isn't it?

- You're going to teach me to read, then?
- If you like.

- Aye.
- In what language?

You're showing off now.

- That's right. Are you impressed yet?
- No. Why? Should I be?

Do that standing on your head,
and I'll be impressed.

My kilt will fly up,
but I'll try it.

God, you certainly didn't
learn any manners on your travels.

The French and the Romans
have far worse manners than I.

- You've been to Rome?
- Aye, Argyle took me on a pilgrimage.

What was it like?

What does that mean?

Beautiful.

But I belong here.

Murron?
Come in now.

Sir, I know it was strange of me
to invite Murron to ride last night,

but I assure you...

MacClannough's daughter
is another matter.

I've come to fetch
you to our meeting.

- What kind of meeting?
- The secret kind.

Your meetings are
a waste of time, Campbell.

Your father was a fighter

and a patriot.

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.
- Go on.

You say you want to
stay out of the troubles?

Aye.

If you can prove it,
you may court my daughter.

Until you prove it,
my answer's no.

- No?
- No, Wallace. No.

- Didn't I just prove it?
- No!

- No?
- No!

Of course, running
a farm's a lot of work,

but that will all change
when my sons arrive.

So you've got children?

Not yet, but I was hoping that
you could help me with that.

- So you want me to marry you, then?
- It's a bit sudden, but all right.

Is that what you
call a proposal?

I love you.

Always have.

I want to marry you.

Is that a yes?

- Aye, that's a yes.
- It is?

We best hurry.
He'll be waiting.

- Wait.
- Where are you going?

- What's that?
- You'll see.

Father.

I will love you my whole life,

you and no other.

And I you,

you and no other, forever.

When am I going to see you again?
Tonight?

- I can't.
- Why not?

- My dad's growing suspicious.
- Growing suspicious, is he?

Wouldn't have anything
to do with that, would it?

When? When? When?

- When?
- Tonight.

- Tonight.
- Tonight.

Look lively, Sergeant.

Where are you going, lassie?
That looks heavy.

- Let me help you with it.
- No. It's fine.

I'm not going to steal it.

You remind me
of my daughter back home.

Hello, lassie.

No! No!

Keep it quiet, Smythe.

You bitch!

You bitch!

Are you all right?
All right? Come on.

- Are you all right?
- Aye.

Are you all right?

- Can you ride?
- Aye.

Come back here, you bastard!

Raise the alarm! Help!

Meet me at the grove. Ride!

They're getting away!

Go round back!

Get her!

Come on!

You bitch!

Murron?

Murron!

All of you know full well
the great pains I've 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.

Now, let this
scrapper come to me.

Sir!

There.

Corporal.
Some archers on the tower. Now!

Hold still, Father.

You're an idiot, boy!

Father, you all right?

MacAulish.

MacAulish!

MacAulish! MacAulish!

MacAulish! MacAulish!

Wallace! Wallace!

Wallace! Wallace! Wallace!

What you waiting for, boy?

Here. You can do it.
I'll hold him down.

Here. You can do it.

I'll hold him down.

Pour it straight
in the wound, boy.

I know it seems like
a waste of good whiskey.

Indulge me.

Hold him. Hold him.

Hold him. Now let him go.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

That'll wake you up
in the morning, boy.

There's somebody coming!

Arm yourselves!

There's somebody coming.

MacGregors, from the next glen.

We heard about what
was happening.

We don't want you amadáns thinking
you can have your fun without us.

- That's right.
- Aye.

Go home.

Some of us are in this.

Can't help that now.

But you can help yourselves.
Go home.

We'll have no homes left when
the English garrison from the castle

comes through and burns us out.
And they will.

Aye.

Welcome.

Patrol returning, milord!

So what news?

I have dispatched 100
soldiers to Lanark.

- They will be returning now!
- Were they dressed like this?

Actually, it was more like 50.

Make it quick.

You remember me?

I never did her any harm.
It was my right.

Your right?

Well, I'm here to claim
the right of a husband!

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.

Good job, milord.

Scottish rebels have routed one of my
garrisons and murdered the noble lord.

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

And how would you
deal with this brigand?

Like any common thief.

Have the local magistrate arrest
him and punish him accordingly.

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.

Get away from me!

Convene my military council.

There!

After them.

No point resisting.
You're outnumbered and trapped.

Now, where are the rest of you?
Where's Wallace?

Father?

Come in. Come in.

A rebellion has begun.

Under whom?

A commoner named
William Wallace.

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.

This Wallace,

he doesn't even
have a knighthood,

but he fights with passion,
and he inspires.

And you wish to
charge off and fight as he did?

- So would I.
- Well, maybe it's time.

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.
- They do nothing but talk.

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.

Wait. Wait. Look.

- This is out, and this is left.
- Of course.

Carry on.

Carry on!

You know, eventually,
Longshanks will send

his whole northern
army against us.

Heavy cavalry, armored horse.
Shake the very ground.

They'll ride right over us.

Uncle Argyle used
to talk about it,

how no army had ever
stood up to a charge of heavy horse.

- So what do we do?
- Hit, run, hide, the Highland way.

We'll make spears.

Hundreds of them.
Long spears, twice as long as a man.

- That long?
- Aye.

Some men are longer than others.

Your mother been
telling you stories about me again.

Volunteers coming in!

William Wallace,
we've come to fight and to die for you.

Stand up, man.
I'm not the Pope.

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.

Thank you.

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?

Is your father a ghost, or do
you converse with the Almighty?

In order to find his equal,
an Irishman is forced to talk to God.

Yes, Father? The Almighty says
don't change the subject,

just answer the
fucking question.

- Mind your tongue.
- Insane Irish.

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

That's my friend, Irishman,
and the answer to your question is yes.

You fight for me,
you get to kill the English.

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.

Your island?
You mean Ireland?

Yeah. It's mine.

You're a madman.

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.

William! It's several runners!

The English are advancing
an army toward Stirling.

Do the nobles rally?

Robert the Bruce and most of
the others will not commit to battle,

but word has spread,

and the Highlanders
are coming down on their own.

Aye, in droves of
hundreds and thousands.

Are you ready for a war?

- Well, what news?
- We're outnumbered,

at least three to one.

- How many horse, then?
- Three hundred. Maybe more.

- Three hundred heavy horse?
- We must try to negotiate.

Well, who is in command?
Did he have a scarlet chevron?

Aye, he did.

We can still negotiate.

What are they talking about?

I can't hear,
but it doesn't look good.

The nobles will negotiate.
They'll do a deal, then we go home.

If not, we charge.

Three hundred heavy horse,
we've no chance.

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!

Stop, men! Do not flee!

Wait until we've negotiated!

- William Wallace.
- Can't be. Not tall enough.

The Almighty says
this must be a fashionable fight.

It's drawn the finest people.

Where is thy salute?

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

This is our army.
To join it, you give homage.

I give homage to Scotland,

and if this is your army

why does it go?

We didn't come here
to fight for them!

Home!
The English are too many.

Sons of Scotland,

I am William Wallace.

William Wallace is
seven feet tall.

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
with that freedom?

Will you fight?

No! No! No!

Fight? Against that? No!

We will run, and we will live.

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?

They seem quite optimistic to me.
Maybe they do 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.

They're coming out.
Shall we go and meet them?

Let me do the talking.
Agreed?

Agreed.

Fine speech.
Now what do we do?

Just be yourselves.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to pick a fight.

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

Mornay, Lochlan, Craig.

Here are the king's terms.
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...

I have an offer for you.

Cheltham,
this is William Wallace.

From which you will pay
the king an annual duty...

I said I have an offer for you.

- You disrespect a banner of truce?
- 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.

You are outmatched.
You have no heavy cavalry.

In two centuries,
no army has won...

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.

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

You be ready and do
exactly as I say.

On my signal, ride round behind
our position and flank them.

- We must not divide our forces.
- Do it and let the English see you do it.

They'll think we run away.

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

Right. Come on.

insolent bastard.
I want this Wallace's heart on a plate.

Archers.

- Archers! Archers!
- Archers!

- Archers, forward!
- Archers, forward!

You bastards!

Loose!

The Lord tells me
he can get me out of this mess,

but he's pretty
sure you're fucked.

Ready! Loose!

Ride!

See, every Scot with
a horse is fleeing.

Our cavalry will ride
them down like grass.

Send the horse.
Full attack.

Steady!

Hold!

Now!

Send the infantry.

- Milord...
- You lead them!

Retreat!

Bastard!

All right.

Wallace!

Wallace! Wallace!

Wallace! Wallace!

I knight thee Sir
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.

Does anyone know his politics?

No, but his weight with the commoners
could unbalance everything.

The Balliols will kiss
his arse, and so we must.

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?

Damn the Balliol clan!
They're all Longshanks' men!

Gentlemen.

- Gentlemen!
- Now is the time to declare a king.

Wait! And you're prepared to recognize
our legitimate succession, I take it.

You're the ones
who won't support the rightful king.

Those were lies
when you first wrote them.

- No.
- That's the truth.

I demand recognition
of these documents!

These documents were lies
when you wrote them!

Gentlemen, please!
Gentlemen!

Please, gentlemen!

Wait! Sir William,
where are you going?

We have beaten the English,

but they'll come back

because you won't
stand together.

What will you do?

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

Invade? That's impossible.

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.

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.

Wait!

I respect what you said,

but remember that these
men have lands and castles.

It's much to risk.

And the common man
that bleeds on the battlefield,

does he risk less?

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.

- Aye.
- Aye.

If you make enemies
on both sides of the border,

you'll end up dead.

We all end up dead.
It's just a question of how and why.

I'm not a coward.

I want what you want,
but we need the nobles.

- We need them?
- Aye.

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.

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 food and provisions inside.
Double the wall guards, seal the gate.

Now!

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.

Come on!

Make way for the king!

It's not your fault.

- Stand up to him!
- I will stand up to him and more.

What news of the north?

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

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.

I have ordered conscriptions, sir.
They're assembled and ready to depart.

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

Come.

- Leave us.
- Thank you, sire.

- Wallace has sacked York.
- What?

Wallace has sacked York!

Sire, thy own nephew.

What beast could
do such a thing?

If he can sack York,

he can invade lower England.

We would stop him!

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

I have declared
Phillip my high counselor.

Is he qualified?

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

Are you?

Then tell me, what advice would
you offer on the present 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.

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?

I'm dreaming.

Yes, you are.

And you must wake.

I don't want to wake.

I want to stay here with you.

And I with you,

but you must wake now.

Wake up, William.

Wake up.

William, wake up, wake up.

William!

A royal entourage comes,
flying banners of truce

and the standards
of Longshanks himself!

I am the Princess of Wales.

I come as the king's servant
and with his authority.

To do what?

To discuss the king's proposals.

Will you speak with a woman?

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

I have been given nothing.

God makes men what they are.

Did God make you
the sacker of peaceful cities,

the executioner of the king's nephew,
my husband's own cousin?

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.

Longshanks did far worse
the last time he took a Scottish city.

You ask your king to his face.
Ask him.

You see if his eyes can
convince you of the truth.

Hamilton, leave us.

- Milady...
- 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.

Longshanks 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.

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

- Peace is made in such ways.
- 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.

I understand you have suffered.

I know about your woman.

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.

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.

My son's loyal wife
returns unkilled by the heathen.

- So he accepted our bribe?
- No, he did not.

Then why does he stay?

My scouts tell me
that he has not advanced.

He waits for you at York.

He says he will attack
no more towns or cities

if you are man enough
to come and face him.

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 to here.

Welsh bowmen? Troops from France?
Irish conscripts?

Even if you dispatch them today,
they'd take weeks to assemble.

I dispatched them before
I sent your wife.

So our little ruse succeeded.
Thank you.

And while this upstart
awaits my arrival in York,

my forces will have arrived
in Edinburgh behind him.

You spoke with this
Wallace in private.

Tell me,

what kind of man is he?

A mindless barbarian.

Not a king like you, milord.

You may return to
your embroidery.

Humbly, milord.

You brought back
the money, of course.

No.

I gave it to ease the suffering
of the children of this war.

That's what happens
when you send a woman.

Forgive me, sire.

I thought that generosity
might demonstrate your greatness

to those you mean to rule.

My greatness will be
better demonstrated

when Wallace returns to Scotland
and finds his country in ashes.

William!
There's riders approaching!

Personal escort of the princess.

Aye.

Must have made an impression.

Aye.

I didn't think
you were in the tent that long.

Mademoiselle.

it's true! English ships are
moving up from the south!

I don't know about the Welsh
yet, but the Irish have landed!

I had to see it with me own
eyes before I could believe it.

What the hell are the Irish
doing fighting with the English?

I wouldn't worry about them.
Didn't I tell you before?

It's my island.

Hamish, ride ahead to Edinburgh
and assemble the council.

- Order it.
- Aye.

- Your island?
- My island! Yup!

You want to negotiate?

No, please, gentlemen!

Lords, Craig is right!

This time, our only
option is to negotiate.

Now, unless you want to see
Edinburgh razed to the ground...

My army has marched for
more days than I can remember

and we still have preparations
to make, so I'll make this plain.

We require every soldier
you can summon.

Your personal escorts,
even yourselves,

and we need them now.

With such a force arrayed against us,
it's time to discuss other options.

Other options?

Don't you wish at least to
lead your men onto the field

and barter a better deal with Longshanks
before you tuck tail and run?

- Sir William...
- We can't defeat this army!

- We can! And we will!
- Sir William!

We won at Stirling,
and still you quibble!

We won at York,
and you would not support us.

If you'll not stand up with us now,
then I say you're cowards.

And if you are Scotsmen,
I'm ashamed to call myself one.

Please, Sir William,
speak with me alone.

I beg you.

Now, you've achieved
more than anyone ever dreamed,

but fighting these odds,
it looks like rage, not courage.

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're the rightful leader, and
there is strength in you. I see it.

Unite us.

Unite us! Unite the clans.

- All right.
- Right.

This cannot be the way.

You said yourself,
the nobles will not support Wallace.

So how does it help us to join
the side that is slaughtered?

I gave him my word.

I know it is hard.

Being a leader is.

Now, Son...

Son, look at me.

I cannot be king.

You and you alone
can rule Scotland.

What I tell you, you must do.
Not for me, not for yourself,

for your country.

Lads, make way.

Coming through you.

Make way, lads. Make...

The Bruce is not
coming, William.

He'll come.

Mornay and Lochlan have come,

so will the Bruce.

Quite a lovely gathering.

Wouldn't you agree?

- The archers are ready, sire.
- Not the archers.

My scouts tell me their archers
are miles away and no threat to us.

Arrows cost money. Use up the Irish.
The dead cost nothing.

And send in the
infantry and cavalry.

Infantry!

- Infantry!
- Infantry!

Cavalry!

- Cavalry!
- Cavalry!

Advance!

- Advance!
- Advance!

- Good to see you this morning!
- Hi. How are you?

Irish.

Glad to have you with us.
Watch this.

Mornay? Lochlan?

I gave Mornay double
his lands in Scotland

with matching estates in England.
Lochlan turned for much less.

Archers.

I beg pardon, sire.
Won't we hit our own troops?

Yes, but we'll hit
theirs as well.

We have reserves.

Attack.

Archers!

- Archers.
- Archers.

Loose!

Loose!

Send in our reinforcements.

Send in the rest!

Bring me Wallace.

Alive, if possible.
Dead, just as good.

Send us news of our victory.
Shall we retire?

Protect the king.

Get up!

Up! Get up!

- Get him out of here!
- Jesus!

Go!

I'm dying.

Let me be.

No.

You're going to live.

I've lived long
enough to live free.

Proud to see you
become the man you are.

I'm a happy man.

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.

Lands, titles, men,
power, nothing.

- Nothing?
- I have nothing.

Men fight for me

because if they do not,
I throw them off my land

and I starve their wives
and their children.

Those men who bled
the ground red at Falkirk,

they fought for William Wallace,

and he fights for something
that I've never had.

And I took it from him
when I betrayed him,

and I saw it in his face on the
battlefield, and it's tearing me apart!

- All men betray, all lose heart.
- I don't want to lose heart!

I want to believe, as he does.

I will never be on the
wrong side again.

No, please!

There he is! After him!

Lord Craig,
is it true about Mornay?

Aye.

Wallace rode into his
bedchamber and killed him.

More a liability now than ever he was.
And there's no telling who'll be next.

Maybe you.

Maybe me.

it doesn't matter.

- I'm serious, Robert.
- So am I!

Christ! Shit! Search the place!

Lochlan.

William Wallace killed 50 men.

Fifty if it was one.

A hundred men with
his own sword.

Cut through them like...

Moses through the Red Sea.

His legend grows.

It will be worse than before.

He rallies new volunteers
in every Scottish town,

and when he replenishes
his numbers...

They're sheep, mere sheep!

Easily dispersed
if we strike the shepherd.

Very well.

Pick a flock of your finest
assassins and set a meeting.

Milord, Wallace is renowned
for his ability to smell an ambush.

If what Lord Hamilton
tells me is correct,

he warmed to our future
queen and would trust her.

So we'll dispatch her with the
notion that she comes in peace.

Milord, the princess
might be taken hostage

or her life be put in jeopardy.

My son would be most
distressed by that.

But in truth,
if she were to be killed,

we would soon find the king of France
a useful ally against the Scots.

You see, as king, you must
find the good in any situation.

It's William Wallace, sure.

He's given up his sword.

Be ready.

Milady,

I received your message.

This is the second time
you have warned me of danger.

Why?

There will be a new shipment of
supplies coming north next month.

Foods and weapons.
They won't...

No, stop.

Why do you help me?

Why do you help me?

Because of the way
you are looking at me now.

Just when we
thought all hope was lost,

our noble saviors have arrived.

Off with their hoods.

Sir William,
we've come to seek a meeting.

Well, what's the point?

You've all sworn
loyalty to Longshanks.

An oath to a liar
is no oath at all.

Every man of us is ready
to swear loyalty to you.

So let the council
swear publicly.

We cannot.
Some scarcely believe you're alive.

Others think you'll pay
them Mornay's wages.

So we bid you to Edinburgh.
Meet us two days from now.

Pledge us your pardon,
and we'll unite behind you.

- Scotland will be one.
- One? You mean us and you.

No.

I mean this.

It's the pledge of
Robert the Bruce.

You do know it's a trap.
Tell him.

I think if the Bruce wanted to kill you,
he'd have done it already at Falkirk.

- Aye.
- I know. I saw.

Leaving him aside,
what about the others?

Nest of scheming bastards!

They couldn't even agree
on the color of shite!

- It's a trap. Are you blind?
- Look at us.

We've got to try.
We can't do this alone.

Joining the nobles is the
only hope for our people.

You know what happens
if we don't take that chance?

What?

Nothing.

I don't want to be a martyr.

Nor I. I want to live.

I want a home and
children and peace.

- Do you?
- Aye, I do.

I've asked God for those things.

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

- That's just a dream, William.
- A dream? Just a...

Then what have we
been doing all this time?

We've lived that dream.

Your dream isn't about freedom.
It's about Murron.

You're doing this to be a hero
'cause you think she sees you.

I don't think she sees me.
I know she does.

And your father sees you, too.

Jesus.

Get up. Give us your hand.

Shall I come with you?

No. I'll go alone.

I'll see you after.

Right.

Sooner rather than later,
I hope.

- He won't come.
- He will.

I know he will.

Milord, he approaches!

No!

Stay out of it, Robert!

You lied! You lied!

Bruce is not to be hurt!
That's the arrangement!

Father!

You rotting bastard!

Why? Why?

Longshanks required Wallace.
So did our nobles.

That was the price
of your crown.

Die!

- I want you to die!
- Soon enough, I'll be dead

and you'll be king.

I don't want anything from you.

You're not a man!

And you're not my father.

You're my son, and you
have always known my mind.

- You deceived me.
- You let yourself be deceived.

In your heart, you always knew
what had to happen here.

At last, you know
what it means to hate.

Now you're ready to be a king.

My hate will die with you.

William Wallace,
you stand in taint of high treason.

- Against whom?
- Against your king.

Have you anything to say?

Never in my whole life

did I swear allegiance to him.

It matters not.
He is your king.

Confess, and you may
receive a quick death.

Deny, and you must
be purified by pain.

Do you confess?

Then on the morrow,
you shall receive your purification.

- Your Highness.
- I will see the prisoner.

We've got orders
from the king that nobody...

The king will be dead in a month
and his son is a weakling.

Who do you think will
rule this kingdom?

Now open this door.

Majesty.

Come on, filth.
Up on your feet.

Stop it!

Leave me.

I said leave me!

Milady.

Sir, I come to beg you

to confess all and swear allegiance to
the king that he might show you mercy.

Will he show mercy
to my country?

Mercy is to die quickly,
perhaps even live in a tower.

In time, who knows
what can happen

if you can only live.

If I swear to him,

then all that I am
is dead already.

You will die.
It will be awful.

Every man dies.

Not every man really lives.

Drink this.

It will dull your pain.

No. It will numb my wits,
and I must have them all.

For if I'm senseless,
or if I wail,

then Longshanks will
have broken me.

I can't bear the thought
of your torture.

Take it.

All right.

I have come to beg for
the life of William Wallace.

You're quite taken
with him, aren't you?

I respect him.

At worst, he was a worthy enemy.

Show mercy, O thou great king,
and win the respect of your own people.

Even now,

you are incapable of mercy.

And you...

To you, that word
is as unfamiliar as love.

Before he lost his powers of speech,
he told me his one comfort was

that he would live to
know Wallace was dead.

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.

I'm so afraid.

Give me the strength
to die well.

Here he comes!

Now behold the awful
price of treason!

You will fall to your knees now,

declare yourself the
king's loyal subject

and beg his mercy.

And you shall have it.

Rope!

Stretch him!

That's it! Stretch him!

Shame! Shame!

Pleasant, yes?

Rise to your knees,
kiss the royal emblem on my cloak,

and you will feel no more.

Rack him!

Enough?

it can all end right now.

Peace.

Please, just say it.

Cry out, "Mercy."

Mercy!

- Mercy!
- Mercy!

Cry out.

Mercy! Mercy!

Just say it. Mercy.

Mercy! Mercy!

- Mercy, William. Mercy.
- Jesus, now say it.

The prisoner wishes
to say a word.

Mercy! Mercy!

Mercy!

Freedom!

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.

I hope you've washed
your arse this morning.

It's about to be
kissed by a king.

Come. Let's get it over with.

Stop!

You have bled with Wallace!

Now bleed with me.

Wallace! Wallace!

Wallace! Wallace!

Wallace! Wallace!

Wallace! Wallace!
Wallace! Wallace!

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.