Braveheart Page #9
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- 1995
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WILLIAM:
I'll invite you again, but your mother
thinks I'm crazy.
MARION:
You are. And I'll come again.
He lingers; he wants to say something, or maybe he just
doesn't want the moment to end. Finally he spurs the horse.
EXT. THE MACCLANNOUGH HOUSE - NIGHT
They reach the door. William hops off the horse and reaches
up to help her down the moment she touches the ground, they
look into each other's eyes... but the door is snatched open
so quickly by her mother that there is not time for a kiss.
MOTHER:
Marion, come in!
He walks her closer to the door. They turn and look at each
other again. She waits for him to kiss her...
MOTHER:
Marion, come in!
She still hesitates; he isn't going to kiss her. She starts
in, but he grabs her hand. And into it he puts something he
has taken from his pocket; it is wrapped in flannel. He hops
on his horse, glances at her, and gallops away.
She stands in the open doorway; she looks down at what he
left her. She unwraps the flannel; it is a dried thistle,
the one she gave him years before.
William is re-thatching the roof of his barn, when he hears
riders approaching, and looks down to see that it is
MacClannough, backed by Campbell and Hamish. Uh-oh.
MACCLANNOUGH:
Young Wallace --
WILLIAM:
Sir, I know it was strange of me to
invite Marion to ride last night. I
assure you, I --
CAMPBELL:
MacClannough's daughter is another
matter. We come to fetch you to a
meeting.
WILLIAM:
What kind of meeting?
CAMPBELL:
The secret kind.
William goes back to repairing his roof.
CAMPBELL:
Your father was a fighter. And a
patriot.
WILLIAM:
I know who my father was. I came
back home to raise crops. And, God
willing, a family. If I can live in
peace, I will.
Campbell shakes his head and reins his horse away, with
Hamish. MacClannough lingers.
MACCLANNOUGH:
If you can keep your intention to
stay out of the troubles, you may
court my daughter. If you break your
intention, I'll kill you.
MacClannough rides away. William sits down on the roof, and
looks out at the graves of his father and brother.
EXT. MACCLANNOUGH HOUSE - NIGHT
Outside the half-timbered house, William stands in the shadows
of moonlight and tosses a pebble against the wooden upper
window. Marion opens the shutters and slips out onto the
vines, dropping into William's arms.
Giggling, suppressing laughter, they run to the trees...
SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS - NIGHT
Hand in hand through the heather they run, silhouettes along
a ridge, their breath blowing silver clouds in the moonlight,
the Scottish wind whipping through their hair.
They stop at a grove at the edge of a precipice, overlooking
a loch gleaming in the moonlight. So beautiful it's sacred.
MARION:
You've been here before?
WILLIAM:
Some nights. I have dreams. Mostly
dreams I don't want. I started riding
at night to fill up my mind so that
when I did sleep I'd dream only of
the ride and the adventure.
MARION:
Did it work?
WILLIAM:
No. You don't choose your dreams.
Your dreams choose you.
He looks at her. They kiss suddenly, so long and hard that
they tumble into the heather, rolling, devouring each other.
Through their passion...
WILLIAM:
I want... to marry you!
MARION:
I... accept your proposal!
WILLIAM:
I'm not just saying it!
MARION:
Nor I!
WILLIAM:
But I won't give you up to any
nobleman.
MARION:
(stopping)
You scare me.
WILLIAM:
I don't want to scare you. I want to
be yours, and you mine. Every night
like this one.
MARION:
This night is too beautiful to have
again.
WILLIAM:
I will be with you, like this.
Forever.
They kiss again...
Marion moves through the market. English soldiers admire her
as she walks. She stops, looking at white lace and cloth.
William casually passes, poking a note in her basket. Subtly
she withdraws his note, and reads:
INSERT - HIS NOTE
Tonight. By the trees.
EXT. MARION'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Marion slips out of the house and runs to the trees, where
William waits with horses. She fetches a bundle she's stashed
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