Braveheart Page #8
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- 1995
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CAMPBELL:
Brave show!
Hamish is miffed; it's like William won.
HAMISH:
I threw longer than last time!
CAMPBELL:
An ox is strong, but not clever.
HAMISH:
An ox is stupid enough to just stand
in one place.
WILLIAM:
That's not the point.
William turns, walks double the distance Hamish threw, and
turns and hurls the rock he holds! It whistles through the
air, hits Hamish in the forehead, and drops him like a shot.
WILLIAM:
That is.
Everybody cheers and laughs! They surround William.
CAMPBELL:
A fine display, young Wallace!
William takes a tankard of ale from a farmer, walks over and
tosses the cold liquid into Hamish's face; he wakes, and,
his eyes uncrossing, accepts William's hand, pulling him up.
WILLIAM:
Good to see you again.
HAMISH:
I should'a remembered the eggs.
Grinning, they embrace. MUSIC plays, the dancing begins.
William walks to the knot of young ladies... but passes
Marion, and moves to the girl with the missing teeth.
WILLIAM:
Would you honor me with a dance?
She's thrilled to accept; they begin to dance.
GIRL:
You've taken over your father's farm?
(beat)
They say he died long ago. Fighting
the English.
WILLIAM:
He died in an accident, with my
brother. Their cart turned over.
The musicians interrupt their playing; a group of heavily
armed horsemen, with banners and flying colors, ride up,
reining their horses into the middle of the celebration. In
the middle of the group is an English NOBLEMAN; he is gray,
in his fifties, and stops in front of the BRIDE and groom.
NOBLEMAN:
I have come to claim the right of
prima noctes. As the lord of these
lands, I will bless this marriage by
taking the bride into my bed on the
first night of her union.
Stewart, father of the BRIDE, lunges forward.
STEWART:
No, by God!
The horsemen point their lances at the unarmed Scots -- who
see that the English soldiers from the village have moved to
the edge of the gathering, as if to dare any resistance.
NOBLEMAN:
It is my noble right.
Even unarmed, Stewart is about to attack -- but the bride
intervenes. She grabs her father and whispers to him. She
moves to her husband and does the same. Holding back tears,
she allows herself to be pulled up behind one of the horsemen.
Marion MacClannough is looking on, sobered by her friend's
courage and sickened by her fate -- and Marion is even more
unsettled as she notices that one of the soldiers, a
particularly nasty looking brute with a scarred face, is
leering at her. William Wallace sees this too.
The noble and his escorts ride away, and as they do it begins
to rain. The celebration destroyed, the Scots gather the
food and disperse to their homes. But Wallace remains,
standing in the downpour, keeping his thoughts to himself.
EXT. THE WALLACE FARMHOUSE - MAGIC HOUR
The farmhouse looks lonely and forlorn. William stands at
the open door, and gazes out at the rain; it leaks on him,
through his roof; he doesn't seem to notice.
EXT. THE MACCLANNOUGH HOUSE - MAGIC HOUR
A thatched cottage, lit with a cozy fire, beneath the rain.
A hand KNOCKS on the door, and MacClannough opens it to find
William, on a horse! MacClannough frowns.
WILLIAM:
Good evening, sir. May I speak with
your daughter?
Mrs. MacClannough shoulders up beside her husband, and Marion
appears behind her scowling parents.
WILLIAM:
Marion... Would you like to go for a
ride on this fine evening?
MOTHER:
The boy's insane!
WILLIAM:
It's good Scottish weather, Madam,
the rain is fallin' straight down.
MOTHER:
She absolutely may not, she'll --
Marion!
Marion has grabbed a cloak off the back of the door; she
runs out to hop up behind William, and they gallop away.
THE RIDE - MAGIC HOUR
William and Marion race along the heather, up and down hills,
through swollen streams. The rain stops, as the sun sets;
the Scottish mists lift, revealing stunning natural beauty.
William stops the horse and they look out over it all
together. He speaks, without turning to face her.
WILLIAM:
Your father doesn't like me, does
he?
MARION:
It's not you. He dislikes that you're
a Wallace. He just says... the
Wallaces don't seem to live for very
long.
WILLIAM:
Thank you for accepting.
MARION:
Thank you for inviting.
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