I didn't come here to fight so they could own more lands.
Then I'd have to work for them.
Nor me.
All right, lads!
I'm not dying for these bastards!
Let's go home!
Stop, men!
Do not flee! Wait until we've negotiated!
William Wallace!
Can't be. Not tall enough.
The Almighty says this is a fashionable fight. It's drawn the finest people.
- Where is thy salute? - For coming to this battlefield, I thank you.
This is our army. To join it, you give homage.
I give homage to Scotland.
And if this is your army...
...why does it go?
We didn't come here to fight for them!
Home! The English are too many!
Sons of Scotland!
I am William Wallace!
- William Wallace is seven feet tall. - Yes, I've heard.
He kills men by the hundred.
And if he were here, he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes...
...and lightning from his arse!
I "am" William Wallace!
And I see...
...a whole army of my countrymen...
...here in defiance of tyranny.
You've come to fight as free men...
...and free men you are!
What will you do without freedom?
Will you fight?
Against that? No!
We will run, and we will live.
Aye. Fight and you may die.
Run, and you'll live.
At least a while.
And dying in your beds, many years from now...
...would you be willing to trade...
...all the days from this day to that...
...for one chance, just one chance...
...to come back here and tell our enemies...
...that they may take our lives...
...but they'll never take our freedom!
Alba qu bra!
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