History of 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 thrown 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: I told you to stay.
William: Well, I finished my work. Where are we going?
Malcolm: MacAndrews. He was supposed to fess up 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 the back of my hand.
John: Follow him, William.
Malcolm: MacAndrews; MacAndrews. Great Jesus!
William: Ah! (screams)
Malcolm: It's all right! William!
Malcolm: It's all right. Easy lad.
Dead Page Boy: William!
(in Wallace's house)
Campbell: We fight them!
MacClannough: Every nobleman who had the will to fight was at that meeting. We can not beat an army.
Malcolm: We do not have to defeat them. Just fight them. Now who's with me.
Campbell (among others): I am, Wallace.
MacClannough: Alright, alright.
Malcolm: Where do you think you're going?
William: I'm going with you.
Malcolm: Oh, you're going with, hey? 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 out wits that make us men. See you tomorrow.
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! (Throw rocks)
William: Da? Da?
Campbell: William, come here lad.
Priest: (speaks Latin)
Argyle: William, I am your uncle, Argyle. You have the look of your mother.
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.
Argyle: The Lord bless thee and keep thee. The Lord cause his light to shine on thee. The Lord lift up his continence upon thee. And give thee peace. Amen.
Dead Malcolm: Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it.
William: What are they doing?
Argyle: 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. (William looks at sword)
Argyle: First, learn to use this (mind), then I'll teach you to use this (sword).