"Thou shalt not kill"
Joanne of Arc
Henry V, King of England, and Charles VI, King of France signs the treaty of Troyes.
It says that the Kingdom of France shall belong to England upon the King's death.
But both kings die at equal months of interval.
Henry VI, being a baby, is the new king of England and France.
Charles VII, Dauphin of France, will not abandon his kingdom to a child,
nor to his tutor, the Duke of Bedford.
A bloody war breaks out, the English and their allies, The Burgundy invade France.
Is anybody there?
Jeanne.
I'm always happy to see you, but to keep coming twice, three times a day--
- I need to confess. - You already confessed this morning.
I need to confess again.
What terrible sin have you committed since then...
that can't wait till tomorrow to be forgiven?
I saw a poor monk without shoes, so I gave him some.
There's no sin in charity, Jeanne.
- They weren't my shoes. - Whose were they?
- My father's. - I'm sure he'll forgive you.
He already did.
But I want Jesus to forgive me too.
If we were to ask forgiveness all the time...
we'd spend our whole life in church.
- Is that bad? - Well, no, but--
- Are you happy at home? - Oh, yes, very.
And your mother? Everything's fine with her?
Yes, she's wonderful.
And your sister, Catherine, she's still your best friend?
My sister's just-- She's wonderful.
And what about your other friends? You don't like playing with them?
Oh, yes. I play with them, lots.
Everything sounds wonderful.
Yes, it is.
Then why are you here so often?
I feel safe here. It's where I can talk to him.
Him?
Well, I try to talk to him...
but mostly he's the one who does the talking.
Who is this ''he''?
He never says his name.
What does he...
look like?
Beautiful.
And what does he say to you?
He says--
He says I must be good...
and help everyone and take care of myself.
Do you think he's coming from the sky?
Perhaps.
But wherever he's coming from, I think you should listen to him...
'cause it sounds like he's giving you very good advice.
It's-- It's wonderful!
It's wonderful.
Jeanne.
Mother!
Catherine!
Jeanne, are you all right? Did they hurt you?
I'm fine, really.
We've all been looking for you. The English are everywhere.
- I was in the church. - Really?
I was talking to the priest. Do you know what he said to me?
Burn over there!
Tell me later. Quick, hide in here.
- Where are you gonna be? - I'll be right here.
I promise.
Well, that's what I call booty.
Comrade.
A woman with a sword.
Look at this.
Frenchmen are such cowards, they've left all the fighting to women.
If that's God's will, then so be it.
Fine with me. I love women.
Hold still, bitch.
How can I do it if you keep wriggling about?
Your turn now.
God, preserve and bless the soul of this, our dearly departed.
Keep us safe from fear and sin. Amen.
Come on.
Listen, Jeanne.
Your aunt and uncle are gonna take you to their house for a couple of weeks...
just to give us time to rebuild things here.
You understand?
Lord, we give thanks for the food you've given us.
Teach us always to love this land...
and to save it from those who seek to destroy it.
- Amen. - Amen.
So, good night, then.
- What's going to happen to her? - She'll be fine.
She'll grow up, find a good man, make him some children. Don't worry.
She's been hurt, but she'll survive.
Tomorrow she'll be as right as rain.
You'll see.
I want to see a priest.
- Why did she have to die? - Only God can answer that.
I know Jesus says to love your enemies, but I can't.
I just want the English to burn in hell forever and ever!
I realize your anger, Jeanne.
But we must learn to forgive. It's hard...
but revenge will never bring about peace.
What will? And what will bring her back?
And why did she have to die in the first place instead of me?
Why didn't He take my life instead of hers?
It was my fault! I was late!
She gave me her hiding place! Why did He save me?
Calm down, Jeanne. Calm down.
I don't pretend to know God's will...
but one thing I am sure:
The Lord always has a good reason.
Perhaps He chose you because He needs you...
for some higher calling.
As long as you answer that call...
your sister will not have died in vain.
I don't want to wait for His call.
Be patient.
I want to be with Him always.
Soon you will be able to take part in your Holy Mass.
When you eat of His flesh and drink of His blood...
you will be at one with Him.
I want to be at one with Him now.
So, what did he say?
He says we must bring her to church whenever she wants.
Easy for him. He's not the one who has to do the bringing.
Come on. This is important.
We mustn't let her out of our sight.
Don't worry. I will watch her like my own shadow.
I want to be at one with You now.
A message for the dauphin of France.
A message.
Captain, a message for the dauphin.
I'll take it.
The dauphin! The dauphin!
Louis. Louis. Hey. Shouldn't you be learning your lessons?
I don't want to learn. I want to fight.
You will. But for now, you must at least learn to wipe your nose.
A letter for His Majesty.
Another one from this girl calling herself the Maiden of Lorraine.
I can read for myself, you know?
She pretends she's been sent by God. Charlatans.
It's a pity there isn't enough wood to burn them all.
- She says she'll be here tomorrow. - You mustn't see her, My Lord.
We know nothing about her. We don't even know if she's from Lorraine.
What difference does it make where she comes from?
If she comes from Burgundy, it makes a difference.
It might be a trap. Look, signed ''X.''
What sort of a name is ''X''?
Or must we assume that a messenger of God can't even write her own name?
My Lord, Trémoille is correct. She says she hears voices.
She may be a sorceress, a witch.
Regnault, you see witches everywhere.
She's just a peasant.
A peasant who cares about her king.
All she wants is to see me crowned and permission to fight for me.
Not exactly. She wants you to give her an army at your expense.
Bearing in mind your mother stole every last piece of gold in the treasury...
I fail to see how you can afford such an adventure.
I can see her if I want to.
After all, with half of France in the hands of the English...
what have I got to lose?
The other half.
You mustn't see her, Your Majesty.
She may be an instrument of the devil.
Well, I think you should.
Well, here's an amusing situation.
I would love to know why my devoted mother-in-law thinks one thing...
and my two most loyal and trusted advisors...
think precisely the opposite.
Because I care about you. Come here.
Your health and happiness has always been my first concern, Charles...
ever since you were a little boy.
And I think I know you better than your own mother.
You think so, eh?
Yes.
I know, for example, the sickness that plagues your heart.
I know how painful it is for you to have loved a father...
without ever knowing if he was really yours.
Do I know you enough? Hmm?
What has that got to do with this maiden?
Who better than a messenger from God to give answers to your questions?
You think she was sent from God?
You're a fine judge of character, Charles.
It'll take you less than five minutes to expose her if she's a fake.
But if she's not...
then she will give you your answers...
and place the crown on your head.
With respect to my lady, I think it's going to take more than a peasant girl--
I'm not interested in what you think, Trémoille...
or even what I think.
It's what simple people think that matters, and the fact is that...
simple people up and down this country are already talking about her.
Now, you know what simple people are like--
always ready to believe any old prophecy.
Like this one...
about a virgin from Lorraine...
saving France.
And now...
this girl comes along...
from Lorraine.
And suddenly, there's a spark of hope in their simple minds.
You shouldn't disappoint them.
If they believe in her--
if she can put back the fire in our army--
then I believe in her too.
Stop it!
Louis, be quiet for once.
- She's coming, Your Majesty. - All right.
Calm yourself.
Your Majesty, I urge you not to see this woman.
It all reeks of a Burgundian trap.
My astrologers assure me the timing is propitious: Leo with Virgo rising.
Have you never noticed on the astrological chart...
that the virgin is next to the lion?
Supposing she's an assassin?
My-My-My dear Trémoille...
I'm not even king yet.
Who would want to assassinate me?
She's arrived, My Lord. She's in the guards' room.
Fine, fine.
I suppose I shall have to make a decision.
Why is life so complicated?
Sometimes I really wish I could be someone else.
That's a good idea, sire.
What do you mean?
Let someone else pretend to be you.
And see if she can find me? That's a brilliant idea.
If she's really been sent by God, she'll discover the trap.
And if she's an assassin, she'll kill the wrong man. Brilliant.
Please. Please!
We're - We're going to play a little game.
Now, let us pretend that my throne is empty.
Just pretend.
Who wants to be king?
Now, there's a heart warming sight.
Now, let us see which one of you could possibly pass...
as the king of France.
Alençon, my noble duke.
My royal cousin. So fine, so brave, so rich.
So very rich. So far-too-rich to be king of France.
Everyone knows I'm the poorest man in my kingdom.
Gilles de Rais. Marshall of France.
Formidable to men, fascinating to women.
Feared by all.
You would be perfect to sit on my throne.
So perfect that you might like it too much...
and therefore disturb my - my fragile peace of mind.
La Hire.
My angry captain, and bravest in France.
Scarred by a dozen wars, but with a heart and a stomach for a dozen more.
- You could pass for the king. - Damn bloody right I could.
Until you open your mouth, because no one...
with a tongue like that could possible pass as king of France.
It looks like it shall have to be me after all.
Why not you, Jean d’Aulon?
The only man who's poorer than I am...
therefore the only man I can trust.
Dignified, honorable, wise.
What more can we ask of a king?
My lord, I'm not sure that--
Are you not prepared to die for your king?
- Of course I am. - Good.
Until then, feel free to live like a king. Bring her up.
Sire, you know how bad I am at this sort of game.
Pretend it's not a game.
Make way for the dauphin.
- Mother? - Not now.
I have come to see the dauphin.
Who are you?
I'm - I'm --
His most gracious majesty, Charles de Valois...
dauphin of France.
I can see you are a good man.
But you're not the dauphin.
I'm sorry to insist, but I must see the dauphin.
We have no time to lose. Where is he?
He's here. Find him yourself.
Now you'll see who'll pass for a king.
There's no need to be afraid, sire.
I'm not the king.
I know you're not yet, but you will be soon.
Out. Out.
How did you know who I am?
- Her voices, of course. - ''That's him,'' they said.
''The one in the corner with the big nose.''
Back off!.
Oh, my gentle dauphin.
I have a message...
from the King of Heaven...
for you.
You only.
Follow me.
Your Majesty, I really think --
My dear loyal Trémoille, I know I can count on you...
to - to ensure our privacy.
I need to talk to her alone.
He needs to talk to her alone.
Fine.
I was about ten years old.
It was a beautiful spring day.
I was taking a shortcut home through the forest...
when a strange wind...
began to blow.
It was such a strange sound, almost like words...
calling me.
The second time...
was many years later.
I was coming back from church, when suddenly...
the same...
violent wind.
Then...
a shape...
appeared...
in the middle of the sky.
The shape...
of...
of a man.
Everything was moving so fast. So fast.
The wind, the clouds.
I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.
I was so frightened.
He was...
so...
here.
And then I knew that God had chosen me.
But I did not understand what it was He wanted me to do.
What was my mission? What could I do to help my country?
But how? I was nothing. I was just a poor girl.
I did not know anything about-- about making war or riding.
So I decided to wait...
and not to speak of it to anybody.
You did well. You did well.
I didn't wait long.
I was going to Mass, like I do every day...
and the same...
strange wind--
Everything was made clear.
God had given me a message.
A message to deliver.
What--
What was the message?
He said...
that I must save France from her enemies...
and bring her back into the hands of God.
And He told me that I...
Jeanne...
will lead you to the altar at Reims...
where you will be crowned...
the king...
of France.
- Sire, are you -- - I'm fine.
This is, in fact, Jean d'Aulon, my loyal friend and finest archer.
I put her in your care.
Find her suitable lodgings here in the castle...
and guard her with your life.
Sire, I won't be needing any lodgings if we're to be marching on Orléans.
Orléans has held out for six months...
so I don't suppose a few days more will make much difference.
Take some rest.
Put the bags here.
Please accept my apologies...
for me pretending to be the -- you know.
Do you think that I can have some water?
Water. Yes, of course.
Would you get some water?
- Anything else? - I need to see a priest.
- Now? - Yes. I didn't confess today.
All right. Raymond, a priest.
Anything else?
I shall also be needing a new war horse...
a sword, armor...
and an artist to make a banner for me.
- Now? - Better today than tomorrow.
This might take a little time...
but let me see what I can do.
Oh! I shall also be needing someone who can read and write.
This I can do.
I was studying at the University of Paris until the English invaded it.
- I thought you were an archer. - Yes, I am.
I'm an archer who can read and write. Who do you want to write to?
The king of England.
I want to give him the chance to leave in peace...
before I get to Orléans.
The archbishop and I have just begun negotiations with the Burgundians.
If we can bring them over to our side--
Negotiate, by all means, but from a position of strength.
If the English take Orléans, there'll be nothing left to negotiate.
The rest of the country will be theirs.
My lady, it will be the height of folly...
to let this child lead our army...
in the king's name without verifying her true motives.
My Lord, Trémoille is right.
We must be absolutely certain that she is not an instrument of the devil.
How can anyone be absolutely certain about anything?
Sometimes, our intuitions are our best counselors.
We must listen to Mother Holy Church before we listen to our intuitions.
Wait.
She claims to be a virgin.
Well, that's something we can examine...
and be absolutely certain about.
Let's find out.
What if she's not?
If she's not, I'll kill her myself.
There is no sign of corruption or violation.
She is intact.
And what, exactly, was this vision wearing?
I don't remember.
This vision, did it give you anything?
An object? A ring or a rosary...
or anything by which we can verify your claim?
He gave me good advice.
During your child hood, did you have any sort of military experience?
Are you practiced in the skills of swords man ship?
No, but I'm good with a stick.
Do you know what a Dijon Culverin is?
It's an item of artillery.
How can you expect to raise the siege of Orléans...
if you're ignorant about modern artillery?
The road to Orléans is long, and I have good captains with me.
I will learn fast, believe me.
We would like to believe you, Jeanne, but we feel...
that if God wanted us to believe you...
he would've sent a sign with you.
So, can you do something?
Show us something?
A sign to prove...
that you are sent by God.
I did not come here to perform tricks.
You are all much cleverer than I am.
I mean, me, I don't know ''A'' from '' B.''
But this much I do know.
While the people of France lie bleeding...
you sit around in your fine clothes...
trying to deceive me...
when you're only deceiving yourselves.
You say you are men of God...
yet you do not see His hand in having guided me...
through 500 leagues of enemy country to bring you His help.
Is that not proof enough?
Or do you still need more signs?
Give me an army.
Take me to Orléans.
And there you will see the sign that I was sent to make.
Dunois.
- What? - A big one, straight at us.
What side?
Window side.
What?
I have wonderful news, finally.
He is sending her to us. Thanks be to God. We're saved.
It's-- It's wonderful.
Calm yourself, Xaintrailles. Who has finally done what?
The dauphin. He's sending us food and supplies and an army...
led by Jeanne, the maiden from Lorraine.
Isn't it wonderful?
Yes, it's a miracle.
I can't believe they are sending a woman.
I wonder what color dress she'll be wearing.
Blue.
With a blue ribbon in her hair to tie up Talbot.
Does anyone know if she even knows how to ride a horse?
She knows.
Were you sent by Lord Dunois?
Yes, we were.
- Where are the English? - Everywhere. Where's the food?
It's coming. I rode on ahead.
I have a message for the captain of the English army.
- His name is Talbot. - I know.
- Can you take me to him? - He's on the other side of the river.
So, who gave the order for me to be brought to this side of the river?
Hey, my friend. It's good to see your ugly damn face again.
- La Hire, I'm warning you. Don't swear. - Sorry, Jeanne.
Let me introduce the king's half-brother, the dogged Lord Dunois.
Lord Dunois, will you show me to the other side of the river?
Wait. Wait!
Fine! Go now, if you want! But not with me!
You may have a duty to God, but I have a duty to my people.
And my people are starving.
Right now, I'm going to take the food back to the city.
And if you can please calm down and let me accompany you to Orléans...
it will be my honor to welcome you.
Jesus Christ.
The goddamn English will pay for this.
Yes, they will, and so will you if you don't stop swearing.
Come on. I'm happy to welcome you in my tavern.
Come on in.
La Hire, Gilles, let me show you something.
Tourelles are around here. The river crosses there.
Calm down. You can't blame those people.
They've been hearing about you for weeks.
There's nothing to hear! And why is there nothing to hear?
Because I haven't done anything! And why haven't I?
'Cause none of you will listen to me!
Why don't you join us?
We're about to discuss the campaign.
I'm sorry.
So from here, Talbot has spread his forces...
between these forts up here.
But in the last few days it seems, according to our scouts...
that some troops have been deployed to this fort here.
What about this huge pile down here?
That's the Tourelles. The English were planning...
to launch an attack from it, but then we broke down the bridge--
- I did. - Yeah.
Which should keep them quiet for a while.
Now, my hunch is...
the attack will come from St. Loup, here.
And what does Jeanne think?
I don't think. I leave that to God.
I am nothing in all of this. I'm just the messenger.
So...
what is the message?
We give the English...
a last chance to go home in peace.
And if they refuse?
If they refuse...
we recross the river...
and attack here...
at the Tourelles.
That makes no sense at all. The Tourelles is virtually impregnable.
If we are on the other side of the river attacking the Tourelles...
what's to stop Talbot attacking the city from the north?
- God. - God. Why, of course.
We'd forgotten about Him.
I feel a great sorrow for you because you are laughing now...
but by tomorrow night, some of you will be dead.
With respect, we can't just attack the Tourelles like that.
- It's a very complicated matter. - What's so complicated about it?
All you have to do is what you're told. What could be simpler than that?
I am the drum...
on which God is beating out His message.
He's beating it so hard, it's bursting my ears!
You have to understand, it's not easy for us.
I mean, for our pride to suddenly be usurped by--
Well, with all due respect, by a--
by a girl.
So that's it.
To you, I'm just a girl.
Put yourself in my shoes for a moment. How would you feel if you were me?
Knowing what I know...
enormous gratitude.
One hell of a girl, huh?
I warned you.
I do love her when her fire gets well and truly stoked.
Me too.
Hello, my friends!
What a journey.
But we made it.
Back together again. Let's have some fun.
Fine. I shall look like a man.
Stop it!
How dare you stop me from doing God's will!
He didn't tell you to cut all your hair off!.
How dare you tell me what God tells me to do!
Whatever! But since He's not going to come down and cut it Himself--
At least let someone cut it properly!
Raymond, bring the scissors.
Louis, fetch the mirror.
Stop getting so angry about everything. Calm down.
I am calm! It's God that's angry.
I need to send a letter, now.
Fine.
''To you, Henry, king of England...
and to you, Duke of Bedford, who call yourself regent of France...
obey the King of Heaven and abandon your siege.
Give back the keys to the other towns you've taken...
and go back home to your island.
To you, Lord Talbot, I beg you as humbly as I can beg you...
for the sake of the lives of your soldiers...
do not bring about your own destruction.
Surrender to me, Jeanne the maiden, who wassen there by God. ''
Message!
''But if you do not heed my warning...
then we shall raise such a battle cry...
as there has not been heard in France for a thousand years. ''
Sire, message.
''This is the third and last time I will write to you.
If you are still here at noon, I warn you...
you will hear from me to your very great destruction.
Please give me your answer speedily. ''
Go fuck yourself!
What did they say?
They said they'll think about it.
Good.
To be honest, I don't think they'll leave tomorrow.
I can't wait for tomorrow.
French blood is spilling.
Wake up! Hurry!
They've started the battle without me.
There's a battle to fight and a war to be won.
Damn.
Sound the retreat!
My banner. My banner!
Open the gate!
What happened? Who gave the order to attack?
God knows. It was a bad idea.
Were the men confessed? Where are the priests?
We didn't take them. We wanted to make a surprise attack.
Dunois, was it you who gave the order to attack?
- Answer me! - Can we discuss this later?
Sooner is better than later.
Wait!
You'll be killed!
Follow me!
Follow me and I will give you victory!
Close it!
Close the drawbridge!
To the drawbridge!
- What is she doing? - To the drawbridge!
- The drawbridge is closed. - Not for long.
Let's go!
That's mine.
It's a great victory-- your victory--
but we must follow it through and pursue the English...
back to Talbot's camp unless, of course, you have another good idea.
First, we find the biggest army we can.
- Then we return to Orléans. - The bridge has been pulled down.
- The English are rebuilding it. - And how do you know?
You have been with your counsel, and I have been with mine.
Come on! Hurry up!
Be careful with my baby.
- That's the Tourelles. - Wonderful.
Captain!
Looks like the froggy whore's coming to pay us a visit.
I'd better tell Glasdale.
Let's put the horses over there.
Fathers, please, bless them.
- Please, bless them all. - We will.
Let's plan this attack a little more carefully than this morning.
Good idea.
Sire.
We've got, uh, visitors.
Glasdale!
Do you hear me?
You, who call me a whore...
I feel pity for you, for your soul...
and for the souls of your men!
Yield! Yield now to the King of Heaven!
Or go back to your island!
And you, go back to your pigsty!
Man the walls.
This morning...
God gave us a great victory.
But it is nothing compared to what He is ready to give us now.
I know you are all tired and hungry...
but I swear to you...
that even if these English were hanging from the clouds by their fingertips...
we would pull them down before nightfall.
Now...
let all those who love me...
follow me!
Follow me!
You were saying?
Come on!
- I go right. - I go left!
Come on!
Get that fucking pot of oil up here now!
Get that fucking thing moving!
Come on! Move that fucker faster!
You're beautiful.
Let's see if you're powerful.
- Do something! - Like what?
I don't care! Do something!
And fire!
Fire!
What the fuck?
Too high. Reload!
- Get out of here! - Where are the men?