By Randall Wallace, final draft.
It can all end. Right now! Bliss. Peace. Just say it. Cry out. “Mercy!” yes? ...Yes?
The crowd can’t hear the magistrate but they know the procedure, and they goad Wallace, chanting...
Mer-cy! Mer-cy! Mer-cy!
Wallace’s eyes roll to the magistrate, who signals QUIET!
The prisoner wishes to say a word!
SILENCE. Hamish and Stephen weep, whisper, pray...
Hamish, and Stephen
Mercy, William... Say Mercy...
Wallace’s eyes flutter, and clear. He fights through the pain, struggles for one last deep breath, and screams...
The shout RINGS through the town. Hamish hears it. The Princess hears it, at her open window, and touches her tummy, just showing the first signs of her pregnancy. Longshanks and his son seem to hear; the cry STILL ECHOES as if the wind could carry it through the ends of Scotland; and Robert the Bruce, on the walls of his castle, looks up sharply, as if he has heard...
IN THE LONDON SQUARE
the crowd has never seen courage like this; even English
strangers begin to weep. The angry, defeated magistrate gives a signal. They cut the ropes, drag Wallace over and put his head on the block. The executioner lifts his huge axe--and Wallace looks toward the crowd.
THE CROWD, WALLACE’S POV
He sees Hamish, eyes brimming, face glowing...
SLOW MOTION - THE AXE
begins to drop.
In the last half-moment of his life, when he has already stepped into the world beyond this one, he glimpses someone standing at Hamish’s shoulder. She is beautiful, smiling, serene.
She is Marion.
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