Malcolm Wallace: Where do you think you're going?
Young William: I'm going with you.
Malcolm Wallace: Ah, you're going with me, are you? And what are you going to do?
Young William: I'm going to help.
Malcolm Wallace: Hey, and a good help you'd be, too...
Malcolm pulls his sword and walks to his horse. Young William sits upon it. Malcolm takes his son off the horse to his shoulder then stands him on the ground.