[epilogue/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.
Hamish: You'll move. William Wallace: I will not. Campbell: [Hands Hamish a large stone] He'll move. [Hamish throws the stone barely missing Wallace. Wallace throws a small stone hitting Hamish between the eyes] Hamish: I shoulda remembered the rocks. William Wallace: Aye, you shoulda.