[last lines][voiceover] 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.

Robert the Bruce:

You have bled with Wallace, now bleed with me.

I can fight.I know. I know you can fight. But it's our wits that make us men.

Why do you help me?Because of the way you are looking at me now.

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. Kills men by the hundreds. And if HE were here, he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse.

[Scottish army laughs]

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 with that freedom? Will you fight?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 willin' 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!

[Scottish army cheers]

Alba gu bráth! ["Scotland forever!"]

[Army]:ALBA GU BRÁTH! ALBA GU BRÁTH! ALBA GU BRÁTH!