look at me.
I cannot be king.
You and you alone can rule Scotland.
What I tell you, you must do.
Not for me, not for yourself,
for your country.
Eh, lads, make way.
Coming through here.
Make way, lads.
Make...
The Bruce is not coming, William.
He'll come.
Mornay and Lochlan have come.
So will the Bruce.
Quite the lovely... gathering.
Wouldn't you agree?
The archers are ready, sire.
Not the archers.
My scouts tell me their archers are miles away
and no threat to us.
Arrows cost money. Use up the Irish.
The dead cost nothing.
And send in the infantry and cavalry.
Infantry!
Cavalry!
Advance!
Ah, good to see you this morning!
Irish.
Glad to have you with us.
Watch this.
Mornay? Lochlan?
I gave Mornay double his lands in Scotland
and matching estates in England.
Lochlan turned for much less.
Archers.
I beg pardon, sire.
Won't we hit our own troops?
Yes...
but we'll hit theirs as well.
We have reserves.
Attack.
Archers!
Archers... attack!
Loose!
Send in our reinforcements.
Send in the rest!
Bring me Wallace.
Alive, if possible.
Dead... just as good.
Send us news of our victory.
Shall we retire?
Protect the king.
Get up!
Up!
Get up!
Get him out of here!
Go!
I'm dying.
Let me be.
No.
You're going to live.
I've lived long enough to live free.
Proud to see you become the man you are.
I'm a happy man.
I'm the one who's rotting,
but I think your face looks graver than mine.
Son...
we must have alliance with England
to prevail here.
You achieved that.
You saved your family,
increased your land.
In time, you will have all the power in Scotland.
Lands, titles, men, power... nothing.
Nothing?
I have nothing.
Men fight for me...
because if they do not, I throw them off my land
and I starve their wives and their children.
Those men who bled the ground red at Falkirk...
they fought for William Wallace,
and he fights for something that I've never had.
And I took it from him when I betrayed him,
and I saw it in his face on the battlefield,
and it's tearing me apart!
Well, all men betray, all lose heart.
I don't want to lose heart!
I want to believe... as he does.
I will never be on the wrong side again.
No!
There he is! After him!
Lord Craig, is it true about Mornay?
Aye. Wallace rode into his bedchamber and killed him.
More a liability now than ever he was.
And there's no telling who'll be next.
Maybe you.
Maybe me.
It doesn't matter.
I'm serious, Robert.
So am I!
Christ! Shit!
Search the place!
Lochlan.
William Wallace killed 50 men.
50 if it was one.
100 men...
with his own sword.
Cut through them like...
Moses through the Red Sea.
His legend grows.
It will be worse than before.
He rallies new volunteers in every Scottish town,
and when he replenishes his numbers...
They're sheep! Mere sheep!
Easily dispersed if we strike the shepherd.
Very well.
Pick a flock of your finest assassins
and set a meeting.
Milord, Wallace is renowned
for his ability to smell an ambush.
If what Lord Hamilton tells me is correct,
he warmed to our future queen.
He would trust her.
So we'll dispatch her with the notion
that she comes in peace.
Milord, the princess might be taken hostage
or her life be put in jeopardy.
Oh, my son would be most distressed by that.
Uh, but in truth, if she were to be killed,
we would soon find the king of France
a useful ally against the Scots.
You see, as king,
you must find the good in any situation.
It's William Wallace, sure.
He's giving up his sword.
Be ready.
Aah!
Milady...
I received your message.
Oh.
This is... the second time
you've warned me of danger.
Why?
There will be a new shipment of supplies
coming north next month... foods and weapons.
No, stop.
Why do you help me?
Because of the way you are looking at me now.
Just when we thought all hope was lost,
our noble saviors have arrived.
Off with their... hoods.
Sire William, we've come to seek a meeting.
Well, what's the point?
You've all sworn loyalty to Longshanks.
An oath to a liar is no oath at all.
Every man of us is ready to swear loyalty to you.
So let the council swear publicly.
We cannot. Some scarcely believe you're alive.
Others think you'll pay them Mornay's wages.
So we bid you to Edinburgh.
Meet us two days from now.
Pledge us your pardon, and we'll unite behind you.
Scotland will be one.
One? You mean us and you.
No.
I mean this.
It's the pledge of Robert the Bruce.
You do know it's a trap. Tell him.
If the Bruce wanted to kill you,
he'd have done it at Falkirk.
Aye.
I know. I saw.
Leave him aside. What about the others?
Nest of scheming bastards!
They couldn't agree on the color of shite!
It's a trap. Are you blind?
Look at us.
We've got to try.
We cart do this alone.
Joining the nobles is the only hope for our people.
You know what happens if we don't take that chance?
What?
Nothing.
I don't want to be a martyr.
Nor I. I want to live.
I want a home and children and peace.
Do you?
Aye, I do.
I've asked God for those things.
It's all for nothing if you don't have freedom.
That's just a dream, William.
A dream? Just a...
Well, then what have we been doing all this time?
We've lived that dream.
Your dream isn't about freedom.
It's about Murron.
Your dream is to be a hero 'cause you think she sees you.
I don't think she sees me. I know she does.
And your father sees you, too.
Ohh!
Ah.
Jesus.
Get up. Give us your hand.
Shall I come with you?
No. I'll go alone.
I'll see you after.
Right.
Sooner rather than later, I hope.
He won't come.
He will.
I know he will.
Milord, he approaches!
No!
Stay out of it, Robert!
Aah! You lied! You lied!
Bruce is not to be hurt! That's the arrangement!
Father!
You rotting bastard!
Why? Why?
Longshanks acquired Wallace.
So did our nobles.
That was the price of your crown.
Die!
I want you to die!
Soon enough I'll be dead, and you'll be king.
I don't want anything from you.
You're not a man!
You're not my father.
You're my son, and you've always known my mind.
You deceived me.
You let yourself be deceived.
In your heart, you always knew what had to happen here.
Thus, you know what it means to hate.
Now you're ready to be a king.
My hate will die... with you.
William Wallace,
you stand in taint of high treason.
Against whom?
Against your king.
Have you anything to say?
Never in my whole life...
did I swear allegiance to him.
It matters not. He is your king.
Confess, and you may receive a quick death.
Deny, and you must be purified by pain.
Do you confess?
Then on the morrow,
you shall receive your purification.
Your Highness.
I will see the prisoner.
We've got orders from the king...
The king will be dead in a month.
His son is a weakling.
Who do you think will rule this kingdom?
Now open this door.
Majesty.
Come on, filth. Up on your feet.
Stop it!
Leave me.
I said, leave me!
Milady.
Sire, I come to beg you...
to confess all and swear allegiance to the king
that he might show you mercy.
Will he show mercy to my country?
Mercy is to die quickly,
perhaps even live in a tower.
In time, who knows what can happen...
if you can only live?
If I swear to him,
then all that I am is dead already.
You will die. It will be awful.
Every man dies.
Not every man really lives.
Drink this.
It will dull your pain.
No. It will numb my wits.
I must have them all.
For if I'm senseless, or if I wail,
then Longshanks will have broken me.
I cart bear the thought of your torture.
Take it.
All right.
I have come to beg for the life of William Wallace.
You're quite taken with him, aren't you?
I respect him.
At worst, he was a worthy enemy.
Show mercy, O thou great king,
and win the respect of your own people.
Even now... you are incapable of mercy.
And you...
To you, that word is as unfamiliar as love.
Before he lost his powers of speech,
he told me his one comfort was that
he would live to know Wallace was dead.
You see...
death comes to us all.
But before it comes to you,
know this...
Your blood dies with you.
A child who is not of your line grows in my belly.
Your son will not sit long on the throne, I swear it.
I'm so afraid.
Give me the strength... to die well.
Here he comes!
Now behold the awful price of treason!
You will fall to your knees now.
Declare yourself the king's loyal subject
and beg his mercy.
And you shall have it.
Rope!
Stretch him!
That's it! Stretch him!
Shame! Shame!
Pleasant... yes?
Rise to your knees,
kiss the royal emblem on my cloak,
and you will feel no more.
Rack him!
Ahh.
Enough?
Ohh.
It can all end right now.
Peace.
Just say it.
Cry out... mercy.
Mercy!
- Mercy! - Mercy!
Cry out.
- Mercy! - Mercy!
Just say it...
mercy.
- Mercy! - Mercy!
Mercy, William.
Mercy. Jesus, now say it.
The prisoner wishes to say a word.
- Mercy! - Mercy!
Mercy!
Freeeedoooom!
After the beheading,
William Wallace's body was torn to pieces.
His head was set on London Bridge,
his arms and legs sent to the four corners of Britain
as a warning.
It did not have the effect that Longshanks planned.
Andl... Robert the Bruce...
rode out topay homage to the armies of the English king
and accept his endorsement of my crown.
I hope you've washed your arse this morning.
It's about to be kissed by a king.
Come. Let's get it over with.
Stop!
You have bled with Wallace!
Now bleed with me.
Oh...
Aah!
Wallace! Wallace!
Wallace!
In the year of our Lord, 1314,
patriots of Scotland, starving and outnumbered,
charged the fields of Bannockburn.
They fought like warrior poets,
they fought like Scotsmen...
and won their freedom