Stephen: (Laughs) Him? That can't be William Wallace. I'm prettier than this man. (Looks at the sky) Alright Father, I'll ask him. If I risk my neck for you, will I get a chance to kill Englishmen?
Hamish: Is your father a ghost or do you converse with the Almighty?
Stephen: In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God. Yes, Father. The Almighty says don't change the subject; just answer the fucking question.
Hamish: Mind your tongue.
Campbell: Insane Irish.
(Stephen presses a dagger to Campbells throat and William's men counter with swords to his.)
Stephen: Smart enough to get a dagger past your guards, old man.
William: That's my friend, Irishman. And the answer to your question is yes; if you fight for me you get to kill the English.
Stephen: (Putting away his dagger) Excellent. Stephen is my name. I'm the most wanted man on my island, except I'm not on my island, of course. More's the pity.
Hamish: Your island? You mean Ireland.
Stephen: Yeah. It's mine.
Hamish: You're a madman.
Stephen: I've come to the right place, then.
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