Braveheart Page #33

CRAIG:

He has already agreed to come.

EXT. FOREST - NIGHT

Wallace stands alone, looking at the moon and stars. Hamish

moves up and sits down beside him.

HAMISH:

You know it's a trap.

WALLACE:

Probably. But we can't win alone. We

know that. This is the only way.

HAMISH:

I don't want to be a martyr.

WALLACE:

Nor I! I want to live! I want a home

and children and peace. I've asked

god for those things. But He's brought

me this sword. And if He wills that

I must lay it down to have what He

wants for my country, then I'll do

that too.

HAMISH:

That's just a dream, William!

WALLACE:

We've lived a dream together. A dream

of freedom!

HAMISH:

Your dreams aren't about freedom!

They're about Marion! You have to be

a hero, because you think she sees

you! Is that it?

WALLACE:

My dreams of Marion are gone. I killed

them myself. If I knew I could live

with her on the other side of death,

I'd welcome it.

EXT. ROAD INTO EDINBURGH - SUNSET

William, Hamish, and Stephen are on their horses, looking

down at the road leading into the city. Wallace hands his

dagger to Stephen, and unbuckles his broadsword and gives it

to Hamish.

HAMISH:

Keep these. We're going too.

WALLACE:

No. One of us is enough.

Wallace hugs them, first Stephen, then Hamish. Tears roll

down Hamish's cheeks. With one last look at his friends,

Wallace rides away.

EXT. LARGE ESTATE HOUSE - SUNSET

The house looks quiet as Wallace rides toward it.

INT. ESTATE HOUSE - DAY

Robert the Bruce and Craig stand at the hearth, tense.

CRAIG:

He won't come.

ROBERT:

He will. I know he will.

They hear the approach of a single horse. The Bruce looks

out to see Wallace arriving.

ROBERT:

Here. And unarmed. My God, he has a

brave heart.

OUTSIDE THE HOUSE

Wallace dismounts and enters.

INT. THE HOUSE

Wallace appears at the doorway into the main room, and stops.

Bruce faces him. The eyes of BOTH MEN meet, saying everything.

Wallace steps into the room. He sees something flicker onto

Bruce's face -- shame -- just as henchmen in the rafters

drop a weighted net and it envelopes Wallace.

English soldiers spring from the closets, run down the stairs,

and tumble over him, ripping at his clothes, searching as if

broadswords might spring from his boots.

They bind Wallace hand and foot. He stares at Robert the

Bruce, who averts his eyes. The soldiers hurry Wallace out

the back, where others are bringing up horses. Robert grabs

the English Captain of the soldiers.

ROBERT:

He is not to be harmed. I have your

king's absolute promise that he will

be imprisoned only!

The Captain looks at Bruce the way the High Priest must have

looked at Judas, and leaves.

CRAIG:

Now we will have peace.

Robert the Bruce spots something on the floor that must have

fallen from Wallace's clothes as they grabbed him; Bruce

lifts the white handkerchief, and sees the familiar thistle

embroidered on it.

EXT. ROAD - NORTHERN ENGLAND - DAY

A procession of heavily armed English soldiers winds its way

toward London, Wallace strapped to an unsaddled horse, his

head bare to the sun. Country people come out to jeer...

PEOPLE:

Don't look so fearsome, does he?!

A thrown rock careens off Wallace's check; rotten fruit slaps

his shirt. His lips are so parched they bleed.

INT. ROYAL PALACE - LONGSHANKS' BEDROOM - DAY

Edward inspects his father, who lies semiconscious in bed,

breath rattling ominously in his chest. Edward approves.

INT. THE PALACE HALLWAY - DAY

The Princess hurries up to her husband as he leaves the king's

bedroom, and follows him down the hall to his own.

PRINCESS:

Is it true? Wallace is captured?

EDWARD:

Simply because he eluded your trap,

do you think he is more than a man?

My father is dying. Perhaps you should

think of our coronation.

PRINCESS:

When will his trial be?

EDWARD:

Wallace's? For treason there is no

trial. Tomorrow he will be charged,

then executed.

With a faint smile, he shuts his bedroom door in her face.

INT. ROBERT THE BRUCE'S CASTLE - DAY

The Bruce is incredulous, yelling at Craig.

ROBERT:

Longshanks promised!

CRAIG:

You are surprised he would lie?

Balliol was murdered in a church

yesterday. You are Longshanks' new

designate. You will be king.

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