Brave Heart
Mornay: Well, what news?
Horseman: We're outnumbered, at least 3 to 1.
Mornay: How many horse, then?
Horseman: 300, maybe more.
Mornay: 300 heavy horses?
Lochlan: We must try to negotiate.
Soldier A: What are they talking about?
Soldier B: I can't hear, but it doesn't look good.
The nobles will negotiate.
If they do a deal, then we go home.
And if not, we charge.
Mornay: 300 heavy horses, we have no chance.
Soldier A: So many people.
I didn't come here to fight so they can own more lands,
then I have to work for them.
Soldier B: Nor me. All right, lads.
I am not dying for these bastards, let's go home.
Lochlan: Stop men! Do not flee. Wait until we've negotiated.
Soldier A: William Wallace?
Soldier B: Can't be. Not tall enough.
Stephen: The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight.
It's drawn the finest people.
Lochlan: Where is thy salute?
Wallace: For presenting yourselves on this battlefield,
I give you thanks.
Lochlan: This is our army. To join it, you give homage.
Wallace: I give homage to Scotland.
And if this is your army, why does it go?
Soldier B: We didn't come here to fight for them!
Soldier A: Home! The English are too many.
Wallace: Sons of Scotland, I am William Wallace.
Soldier A: William Wallace is 7 feet tall.
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 have come to fight as free men, and free men you are.
What will you do without freedom? Will you fight?
Soldiers: No! No! No! No!
Soldier B: Fight against that?
No! We will run, and we will live.
Wallace: Ay, 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 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'l never take our freedom!