The Jailhouse

[PDC ™]

got peops pumping pk's with 60 milion dollar market values and equivelant debt --- they gain fame ...

How about all the "powerful people" that kept unloading and pumping gzfx .. those posts came to a quick halt when it started acting like it should.

If your not using your membermarks to unload into the lil' guys you have no place on iHub. With the nonsense lately I have decided to recluse myslef to Magic, TGL, Subs, Macks, Mr. Bills Boards, and a few others ... the places that actually have good traders.

EXT. LONDON TOWN SQUARE - EXECUTION DAY

The crowd is festive; hawkers sell roast chickens, and beer
from barrels. Royal horsemen arrive, dragging Wallace strapped
to a wooden litter. As they cut him loose and lead him through
the crowd, the people begin to jeer and throw things at him:
chicken bones, rocks, empty tankards.

We see a former English soldier, one of those who fled in
terror at the battle of Stirling, lift a stone from the street
and hurl it; it cracks against Wallace's cheek.

Wallace's eyes capture the soldier, and hold him, piercing
his soul. The soldier looks away in shame, even as the rest
of the crowd jeers more.

Grim magistrates prod Wallace and he climbs the execution
platform. On the platform are a noose, a dissection table
with knives in plain view, and a chopping block with an
enormous axe. Wallace sees it all.

MAGISTRATE
We will use it all before this is
over. Or fall to your knees now,
declare yourself the king's loyal
subject, and beg his mercy, and you
shall have it.

He emphasizes "mercy" by pointing to the axe. Wallace is
pale, and trebles -- but he shakes his head. The CROWD grows
noisier as they put the noose around Wallace's neck...

WE INTERCUT:

-- THE PRINCESS, in helpless agony, hearing the DISTANT NOISE
from her room in the palace...

-- Hamish and Stephen, disguised as peasants among the crowd,
helpless too, but there, as if to shoulder some of the pain.

-- Longshanks, rattling, coughing blood, as Edward watches.

-- Robert the Bruce paces along the walls of his castle in
Scotland. His eyes are haunted; he grips the embroidered
handkerchief that belonged to Wallace.

ON THE EXECUTION STAND

a trio of burly hooded executioners cinch a rope around
Wallace's neck and hoist him up a pole.

CROWD
That's it! Stretch him!

In the SCORE, AMAZING GRACE, wailed on bagpipes, carries
through all that happens now... Ties hand and foot, Wallace
is strangling. The Magistrate watches coldly; even when the
executioner gives him a look that says they're about to go
too far, he prolongs the moment; then the Magistrate nods
and the executioner cuts the rope. Wallace slams to the
platform; the Magistrate leans to him.

MAGISTRATE
Pleasant, yes? Rise to your knees,
kiss the royal emblem on my cloak,
and you will feel no more.

With great effort, Wallace rises to his knees. The Magistrate
assumes a formal posture and offers the cloak.

Wallace struggles all the way to his feet.

MAGISTRATE
Very well then. Rack him.

The executioners slam Wallace onto his back on the table,
spread his arms and legs, and tie each to a crank. Goaded by
the crowd, they pull the ropes taut. They crowd grows quiet
enough to hear the groaning of Wallace's limbs. Hamish and
Stephen feel it in their own bodies.

MAGISTRATE
Wonderful, isn't it, that a man
remains conscious through such pain.
Enough?

Wallace shakes his head. The executioners cut off his clothes,
take hot irons from a fire box. The crowd grows silent; we
see them, not Wallace, as the irons are touched to his body,
but we hear the burning of flesh. Then the Magistrate signals;
Wallace wants to say something.

WALLACE
That... will... clear your sinuses.

Everyone hears; Hamish smiles, even through his tears.

Rebuffed, the Magistrate nods to the executioners, who lift
the terrible instruments of dissection.

We are spared seeing the cutting: we are ON WALLACE'S FACE
as the disembowelment begins. The Magistrate leans in beside
him.

MAGISTRATE
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...

CROWD
Mer-cy! Mer-cy! Mer-cy!

Wallace's eyes roll to the magistrate, who signals QUIET!

MAGISTRATE
(booming)
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...

WALLACE
FREEEEE-DOMMMMMM!