Braveheart Page #3

MALCOLM WALLACE:

So it's up to us! We show them we

won't lie down to be their slaves!

MACCLANNOUGH:

We can't beat an army, not with the

fifty farmers we can raise!

MALCOLM WALLACE:

We don't have to beat 'em, just fight

'em. To show 'em we're not dogs, but

men.

Young Wallace has snuck down and is eavesdropping from the

stairs. He sees his father drip his finger into a jug of

whiskey and use the wet finger to draw on the tabletop.

MALCOLM WALLACE:

They have a camp here. We attack

them at sunset tomorrow. Give us all

night to run home.

EXT. WALLACE FARM - DAY

Malcolm and John have saddled horses; they are checking the

short swords they've tucked into grain sacks when William

comes out of the barn with his own horse.

MALCOLM:

William, you're staying here.

WILLIAM:

I can fight.

These words from his youngest son make Malcolm pause, and

kneel, to look into William's eyes.

MALCOLM:

Aye. But it's our wits that make us

men. I love ya, boy. You stay.

Malcolm and John mount their horses and ride away, leaving

William looking forlorn. They wave; he waves back.

EXT SCOTTISH HILLS, NEAR THE WALLACE FARM - DAY

It's strangely quiet, until William and his friend HAMISH

CAMPBELL, a red-headed like his father, race up the hillside

and duck in among a grove of trees. Breathless, gasping,

they press their backs to the tree bark. William peers around

a tree, then shrinks back and whispers...

WILLIAM:

They're coming!

HAMISH:

How many?

WILLIAM:

Three, maybe more!

HAMISH:

Armed?

WILLIAM:

They're English soldiers, ain't they?

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