wallace is right! we fight 'em!
william.  come down here, lad.
he's tired, he should get a longer run.
brave show!
an ox is strong, but not clever.
a fine display, young wallace!
macclannough's daughter is another matter. we come to fetch you to a meeting.
the secret kind.
your father was a fighter. and a patriot.
say grace to god, lads. we've just seen the coming of the messiah.
pour it straight into the wound. i know it seems a waste of good whiskey, but indulge me.
ah. now that'll clear your sinuses, lads.
well bloody hell, look at this! now it's nothing but a fly swatter.
macgregor -- from the next valley!
what're ya doin'?
does it hurt?
insane irish --
a royal entourage comes, flying banners of truce, and the standards of longshanks himself!
son.  i want to die on the ground.
whew. that'll clear your sinuses. goodbye, boys.
i don't think i can do without one of those.  whatever it is.
and glad to die, like him.  so you could be the men you are. all of ya.
i'm a happy man.