You're gonna get killed! Get out of here!
Come on, fight!
Go! Come on, fight!
Bring the culverin!
Get out!
I'm going up the side!
- Jeanne! - Leave me alone!
Hurry! Come on! Come on!
Yes!
Hey, you just killed my woman! Captain!
Go to hell.
Call the physician! The physician!
Damn it!
Louis, find the physician.
We have to take out the arrow.
She'll bleed to death.
There must be something we can do for her, for Christ's sakes.
- Yes. You can pray. - Good idea.
I swear that I will never swear again in my life...
if You save her life.
But I'm warning You, if You let her die...
then You're the biggest--
- Don't swear. - He heard me.
Why--
Why aren't you fighting?
You've been badly wounded.
- It's nothing. It's -- - It's an arrow.
And it's in deep.
You must stay still till the physician arrives.
Physicians are a waste of time. We'll have more luck with this charm.
It saved my life at Agincourt.
I'd rather die than use magic.
You will die if that arrow stays in you much longer.
Well, at least this won't bother us anymore.
Now, let's go to the battle!
Please!
She's nuts.
You must stay calm. You must rest.
I'll rest.
But you have to...
promise me...
that you'll -- that you'll go back to the battle.
I promise.
Hurry!
Quickly! Do something!
She's sleeping.
What?
Come on back! Why are you running away?
- Jeanne is alive. - Good.
- We have to press on the attack. - Sound the retreat.
- I promised Jeanne we'd fight on. - I made no such promise.
- Sound the retreat for the night. - No, that was her order.
I'm fed up with taking her orders!
She swore she'd defeat the English before nightfall!
Instead, she goes and plays the fool, gets herself nearly killed!
Look! Look at the mess we're in!
That's her mess, not mine!
We are worse off than if she'd never come at all.
Now do as I say and sound the retreat!
Where are you going? Hey, come back!
Come back and fight!
- What are you making? - A message for the English.
So, what are the men saying?
She's a gift from God.
Some even call her a saint.
- I'd gladly follow her through hell. - Will you go that far if she asks you?
Of course I will, and I've been there before.
There's one thing I don't quite understand.
She's been sent to us by God.
Why does He allow her to be wounded so badly?
Maybe the good question is, is she really sent by God?
Who knows?
God knows.
Ooh. A woman with a sword.
You've hurt my feelings.
Frenchies!
What happened to your precious angel?
Huh? Frenchies! Frenchies!
I'll tell you what happened!
We sent the little bitch back to hell...
so she can go fuck with the devil!
What are you gonna do now, Frenchies?
Why not come out and fight? Come on!
Bastards, wake up!
Or are you too busy praying...
to bring your little fucking witch back from the dead?
Do you hear me?
I hear you!
I'm alive!
May God forgive your blasphemy...
for I never will.
I never will!
What are you doing? You need to rest.
We must wake up the soldiers, now!
My fine soldiers, wake up!
To arms! To arms!
Wake up! Wake up! We must fight the battle!
My fine soldiers, the battle has begun!
Wake up! The time has come!
The battle has begun!
- To arms! - Yes?
My soldiers, we need this tower up! We need this tower up, now!
Pull!
- What's going on? - We're taking back the Tourelles.
Get ready!
Go wake up Glasdale.
- What are you doing? - Sending a message to Glasdale.
- With that? - Yes.
But you've got it back-to-front.
Listen, I know what I'm doing...
so either lend a hand or get back to bed.
I'm going to send a message to Glasdale too.
My lord?
What?
The French witch, she's back from the dead.
Hurry up, men!
Don't you think we should take some time to think about this?
Sooner is better than later.
To arms! To arms!
Good morning.
This one.
What the fuck is she playing at?
I don't know! The question is, what is she doing now?
How can we plan anything if she doesn't consult with us?
- Did we consult with her yesterday? - Don't even start.
- You agreed to attack yesterday too. - Yes, but that doesn't count.
- Why is that? - Because I always agree to attack.
To arms!
Crazy bitch.
She doesn't even know how to use it.
Oh, my God!
- Fuck! Close the doors! - Close the doors!
- Open the door! - Load the porcupine!
Pull!
And pull!
Come on! Hurry up!
Come on!
Never wait for miracles. Stay there.
French whore! Come and get me!
What are you waiting for?
Yes? Oh, Jeanne!
Find your archers and burn that door!
Right away!
Push!
Prepare the gate! Come on!
Position!
Fire!
Water!
Fire!
Oh, my God!
Kill her.
Fuck. Reload!
More archers!
Perfect.
More archers!
Help me!
Get your men! We'll load this up as a battering ram!
Already done.
- What? - Nothing.
Help me with these men, please.
Yes.
As you command.
Wait. What are you doing?
We're going to open that door. Isn't that what you want?
Get out of my fucking way!
Fill the cauldron!
Fucking French! What the fuck do you know about me?
Reload. Reload!
Fill the fucking cauldron! What are you waiting for?
More men! More men!
Ready!
Pour the oil! Pour the oil!
What are you doing, Jeanne?
I'm playing.
What are you doing to me, Jeanne?
Do you hear me?
Are you all right?
Do you hear me? Calm down.
It's over.
We won.
- We won? - Yes.
Fucking bitch.
My friend! My soldier! In my arms.
- We won? - Won?
No. No, Jeanne. So small a word will never do.
This is victory!
This is glory!
What's the matter?
This is glory?
Doesn't matter.
This is not possible.
It is not possible.
You look disappointed. Isn't this what you wanted?
No. Not like this.
For weeks you've been asking for this.
Well, now you have it.
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
I'm just taking his teeth.
But you just can't kill a man for his teeth.
Why not? He has good teeth.
Because-- Because you can't!
What about all this?
But that's different.
I mean, we were fighting for a cause.
Not me. He's my prisoner...
I can take his teeth if I want to.
No, you can't! Stop it!
Here. Take this!
He's mine now. Here, you.
Go.
Bravo. And what about all the other prisoners?
- Do we let them go too? - I don't know.
Maybe.
We must confess. We must confess.
Please, we have to be confessed. All of us.
I know this is not normal custom...
but, uh--
Everything's gonna be fine. He's gonna confess us.
Kneel. Kneel.
Alençon brings bad news.
Thousands of English are forming up on the far side of the river.
I think we should count our men and get ready.
Let's go.
I'll go.
Alone.
I have a message for your King Henry!
It is a message from God!
Go home!
Go now, in peace!
If you do not go now, you will be buried in this field!
I've seen enough blood!
But if you want more...
I can't stop you!
I can only warn you that it will be your blood...
not ours!
I'm waiting for your answer.
Never wait for miracles. Stand by to attack.
Please.
My Lord...
please.
Now that's what I call a goddamn bloody miracle.
She was on her white horse alone...
facing the whole English army, and she drove them away...
and now Orléans is free.
We lost Orléans.
I want that girl.
I want that girl burned.
May I see the seamstress? It's too tight. I can't breathe.
That's meant to be a crown? Don't you have something more regal?
The English took the real one.
It's been muddy so long I forgot how good it looked cleaned up.
But did you remember to clean up what's inside as well?
I ask for a grandiose coronation, and this is what you give?
This whole thing is going to be an utter fiasco!
You gave me 3 days to prepare. Your father's coronation took 3 months.
He's right. We should call for a delay.
No time. We can't hold up the ceremony.
No telling when the English might come back.
Let them come. Let them see who is the true king of France.
Those damn English. We should be doing this in Paris in Notre Dame.
It is much more prestigious and twice as big.
It is the sacred place that matters, not the size. Correct, Bishop?
Yes, my lady. True kings of France must be anointed...
in our great cathedral of Reims with the holy oil of Clovis.
Your Grace! There can be no anointing.
- What are you talking about? - The holy oil of Clovis is all gone.
Gone? That's impossible.
It's a magic oil. A miraculous oil. It can never be exhausted.
- Look for yourself. - Problem?
I just don't understand.
The oil of Clovis. It was quite full the last time I saw it.
- And when was that? - At the coronation of King Charles VI.
Thirty years ago? Does it surprise you it's gone?
But you don't understand.
It's no ordinary oil. It's a miraculous oil.
It was brought by a white dove from heaven...
to crown King Clovis in this very cathedral.
- What are you doing? - Performing a miracle.
With this sacred oil, blessed by the hand of God the Father Almighty...
we do anoint thee, Charles Valois...
to be sovereign lord and king of this great kingdom of France...
charging that we should defend the faith of our Mother Holy Church...
as long as we shall live.
Amen.
Long live the king!
- Jeanne, are you all right? - Yes, I'm fine.
- Why are you staring at me? - You have an arrow in your leg.
So there is.
But that doesn't stop you from climbing!
Well, climb! Go! Go!
Take this arrow out of my leg.
Look out!
- Be careful! - Jeanne, the men are exhausted.
I know, but so is the enemy. They're falling back. Paris is ours.
Jeanne, we are not enough.
So bring up the reinforcements.
Reinforcements? Where?
Right behind us.
Dunois with another 10,000 men.
- Jeanne, look behind you. - Never look behind. Only ahead.
Do you know how to count?
Of course I do! So, bring them up!
Jeanne, that is not 10,000 reinforcements!
That is 100...
very loyal but very tired soldiers!
But where's Dunois?
And where are the men the king promised me?
He never sent them! Don't you understand?
He doesn't want this war anymore.
He has his crown now. That's all he ever wanted.
But my voices, they promised me.
To hell with your voices!
It's time to face facts!
We have nothing to do here!
None of us!
Not even you.
You don't believe in me anymore?
Jeanne, of course we still believe in you.
If it were up to me, I'd chase every goddamn Englishman into the ocean.
But it's not up to us anymore.
It's up to the king.
You should go home, Jeanne.
We cannot possibly afford to pay for the size of army she's demanding.
Girl is crazy.
Her victory at Orléans was a miracle.
But we can't wait for a miracle when we build a future for France.
Paris was a disaster.
God wasn't with her then.
If God deserts her, what do you think we should do?
Why did you betray me? Paris was ours. All I needed was a few hundred men.
- Why did you take the army you gave me? - Gave you?
- I wouldn't quite put it that way. - So how would you put it?
We are, of course, enormously grateful...
for your past efforts...
but now your task is done.
Now is the time for negotiation.
Peace will only be got with the English by the end of a lance.
Why are you so blood thirsty? Do you enjoy it?
Diplomacy is far more civilized...
far safer and far cheaper.
I've letters here from towns under siege, where your people are starving...
begging God on their knees to help them.
I'm here to answer their prayers. And you want to stop me?
France does not belong to you, Charles.
She belongs to God.
If only she would just go home.
So what am I supposed to do now?
- What do your voices say? - They haven't spoken to me in weeks.
Not since the coronation.
No signs, nothing.
Maybe their silence is a sign.
- Maybe it's a sign to go home. - No.
It's not time yet. My mission isn't over yet.
- There's still more I have to do. - But how do--
How do you know that these--
these voices aren't just really you?
Well, they are me. That's how God speaks to me.
Even you could hear them if you listened hard enough.
You make it sound so simple.
So even you don't believe in me anymore.
Jeanne, I believe in you more than anyone.
I just wish I could...
help you.
There is one thing you can do if you want to help me.
Tell me.
Tell the king to give back the army that he gave me.
We have to stop her, Your Majesty.
If she raises an army and attacks the Burgundians...
months of negotiations will have been in vain.
Jeanne has done so much for us.
I can assure you, the maid has no greater admirer than myself.
Whatever our personal feelings, we cannot allow her to conduct...
her own private war.
For the sake of the kingdom, you must stop her from going to Compiègne.
I can't stop her.
Well, if you don't, I'm sure the Burgundians would be happy to oblige.
If they capture her at Compiègne--
No one could blame us.
But it could sound like we betrayed her.
- No, never. - Good heavens, no.
Don't worry, Charles.
If God is still with her, she will be victorious.
But her army's so much smaller.
Then her faith will have to be bigger.
- What are you doing? Open this gate. - I can't risk the safety of my town.
Take my banner!
My Lord.
I can't believe it.
Your romantic vision of death with all that grass growing everywhere.
I must admit, you have a big imagination.
But maybe not big enough.
Death is much more simple.
After a few months, it gets more interesting.
Then after a year, it finally becomes...
romantic.
Who are you?
You don't like my face?
Maybe you'd prefer this one.
Too young, maybe.
How about this one?
Better now? But incomplete.
Get thee behind me, Satan.
Who are you to even think you can know the difference between good and evil?
Are you God?
I'm just a messenger.
He needs me.
How can you imagine that God, the creator of heaven and Earth...
the source of all life...
could possibly need you?
I don't know.
You don't think He's big enough to deliver His own messages?
What do you want from me?
Nothing. I'm here to set you free.
I said smile. You have visitors.
The Duke of Burgundy.
So here's the famous Jeanne...
savior of Orléans, terror of the English.
My king will pay any ransom you ask.
Your king? Oh, yes, of course.
What's he gonna pay me with? Cows? Chickens?
I prefer gold, and the English have plenty.
I wonder how much they'll pay to have the witch of Orléans in their clutches.
The English are so arrogant, they can't accept being defeated by a peasant girl.
It has to have been the devil's work.
God defeated the English.
And God allowed you to be caught?
Personally, I don't believe in God.
I don't believe in the devil either.
That's why I'm never disappointed.
Sell her.
To pay Jeanne's ransom.
The captains gave what they could, as well as citizens of Orléans.
That's very generous of you. How much?
- Ten thousand gold crowns. - Ten thousand?
That's a lot.
Your Grace, I place you in charge of this very delicate negotiation.
Get yourself ready. You're leaving.
Who are you?
Pierre Cauchon, bishop of Beauvais.
As you were captured in my diocese, the duty to conduct the trial falls upon me.
Trial? What trial?
Your trial, Jeanne, on a charge of heresy.
But my king--
Didn't he pay my ransom?
It seems the English care more about you than the French.
- The English? - Yes.
They paid your ransom.
Tomorrow you'll be transferred to their great castle at Rouen.
Our serene and Christian king, Henry VI, king of England and France...
has placed this girl in our hands, accused of heretical deeds...
to be tried in a matter of faith.
Take the Holy Gospels in your hand...
and swear to tell the truth regarding anything you may be asked.
I don't know what you will ask me. You may ask things I won't want to answer.
You will swear to tell the truth about everything you are asked.
I will willingly tell the truth about all Earthly things.
But as to my revelations, I've told no one except my king...
Charles VII, the one and only king of France.
You must take the oath.
Not even a king would refuse to take an oath in a matter of faith.
I will tell you all that I'm allowed to tell you.
But as for the rest...
even if you threatened to cut off my head, I won't tell you.
Begin by telling us your name, assuming you're allowed to tell us that much.
My name is Jeanne.
My little cross was taken from me. May I have it back?
Show us a little more cooperation first.
Where were you born?
In a village called Domremy.
How old are you?
Nineteen, or thereabouts.
Were you baptized?
- Yes. - Recite our Lord's Prayer.
Not unless you hear my confession.
Listen to me very carefully.
We are all men of faith...
and we shall earnestly strive for the salvation of your body and your soul...
in the name of our Church who never closes arms to those who return to her.
But we cannot help you...
unless you submit to our learned judgment and authority.
Take heed of this charitable admonition...
for if you persist in refusing our help...
we shall have no choice but to abandon you to the secular powers.
And I think you know well enough the punishment that would await you.
Now...
will you please recite our Lord's Prayer?
Not unless you hear my confession.
Be careful. You aren't helping yourself by refusing to submit to our judgment.
You...
who claim to be my judges, you be careful!
For you too one day will be judged.
Guards, take the prisoner away!
- Silence! - Sorceress!
Silence! Clear the room!
In future, we should conduct inquiries privately, away from public pressure.
Let the English burn her if they want. Why does it have to involve us?
Because it's our duty to root out heresy wherever we find it.
Father Vincente.
You're the most venerable among us. What do you think?
I think this trial is a masquerade...
and I won't be part of it anymore.
I'm willing to be her judge, but not her executioner.
That's what I'm trying to ensure.
The verdict comes at the end of a trial, Cauchon. Not at the beginning.
I am going back to Rome...
to give my report to our Holy Father, the Pope.
This is ridiculous. Now I'm the one who's on trial and being judged.
- Arrest him. - What are you doing?
This is an ecclesiastical court. You've no right to do this.
This is English territory.
I have the right to do anything.
Is that clear?
Our Father who art in heaven--
Thy kingdom come--
Forgive us-- Forgive them--
Forgive them, then forgive us. Forgive them.
Why were you yelling?
What are you doing here? You can't stay here! Go away!
Why? Are you waiting for someone else?
Yes.
- Who? - My visions.
Your visions.
They're going to visit you in here?
Yes. That's what I pray for.
I want to see that. Do you mind if I stay on the side here?
- I won't bother you. - No!
No, you can't! You can't!
- Or else they won't come. - Why won't they?
Because I have to be alone.
Oh. They won't come anyway.
- What do you mean, they won't come? - Why would they?
Because I've always been faithful to God...
and I've followed everything He's ever said...
and I've done everything He's ever asked me to do.
God asked you to do something?
Yes, lots of things.
You mean, God said...
''I need you, Jeanne''?
But He's sent me signs.
Signs? What signs?
The wind. The wind.
Wind.
And the clouds. Ringing.
Ringing cloud.
The dance. The dance.
The sword. The sword lying in the field.
That was a sign.
No. That was a sword in a field.
No. No. That was a sign.
No, that was a sword in a field.
It can't just get there by itself. It can't.
A sword just doesn't get there by itself.
True. Every event has an infinite number of causes, so why pick one?
There are many ways a sword might find itself in a field.
Seems a perfectly valid explanation, but how about this one?
Then again, there are other possibilities.
Or even faster.
And that's without counting the inexplicable.
Yet from an infinite number of possibilities, you had to pick this one.
You didn't see what was, Jeanne.
You saw what you wanted to see.
This voice that you say appears to you...
is it an angel or a saint, or does it come from God?
I won't tell you any more about that.
I'm more afraid of displeasing Him than not answering you.
You're afraid of displeasing God by telling the truth?
Did God forbid you to tell the truth?
My revelations were for the king of France, not for you.
When you saw your king for the first time...
was there an angel over his head?
If there was one, I did not see it.
Why did your king believe in you without any proof?
Go ask him yourself.
Dinner.
When you were taken prisoner, did you have a horse?
Yes. A half-steed. Black.
- Who gave you that horse? - My king.
How many did he give you?
Five steeds...
and a few hackneys.
As much as for a lord. What an honor.
Did your king give you other wealth apart from those horses?
What about all those dresses you were given?
Silk dresses, weren't they?
Yes.
Yes, I was given a few.
But I never had time to wear them.
Still, pretty wealthy for a peasant girl, wouldn't you say?
You look pretty wealthy for a servant of God, wouldn't you say?
You launched an attack on Paris, didn't you?
I tried to.
And didn't you order the citizens of Paris to surrender the city...
in the name of the King of Heaven?
No. I said, ''Surrender in the name of the king of France.''
That is not what is written in the evidence.
Look yourself.
I can't read.
Yes, I forgot.
God sent us an illiterate peasant to carry out such an important mission.
Do you think that God made the right decision?
To take an ignorant girl to save the kingdom of France?
I leave that answer to God.
Fuck!
Calm down, my lord. I beg you.
How can I when I'm made the laughing stock of the whole court?
You've seen how it is. This girl has a way with people...
but we're making progress every day.
As long as that bitch remains alive, our armies refuse to fight. Understand?
They need proof that God is on their side.
It's not for us to burn her. That's your prerogative.
And it's your prerogative to find her guilty!
But we can't do that unless she admits to blasphemy.
What are you waiting for?
You've got a castle full of racks, ropes and pulleys. Torture the bitch!
You'll never get anything out of her that way.
And besides...
you must realize that several of my colleagues are, well, scared.
Scared? Of a girl?
Scared to make a mistake.
Suppose she's right.
Suppose she has been sent by God.
- Who's side are you on, Cauchon? - I'm on the side of Holy Mother Church.
Do you have a sword?
- Quite a few. - Didn't you also carry a banner?
Yes.
Which do you prefer? Your banner or your sword?
I was 40 times more fond of my banner.
Why? Did it have some particular value or power?
It's just--
- A sword is a weapon. - And?
And so, I prefer my banner.
Why?
To avoid killing anyone.
Are you saying if you'd not been carrying your banner...
you'd have killed more people?
Of course not. I never killed anyone.
Then perhaps the temptation...
to kill would have been stronger--
too strong, perhaps.
I warned the English to go back home.
I begged them not to force us to fight. They knew that I--
We have numerous witnesses who can confirm...
you were not always carrying your banner.
Yes, perhaps.
Sometimes you were carrying just your sword.
Yes. I don't know.
Did you use the sword you held in your hand?
Yes, I used it-- I held it up--
You held up your sword and flourished it about like this!
I don't remember.
So, you were on the battlefield with your sword in your hand...
waving it above your head, charging against the enemy...
screaming at the enemy, fighting for your life...
and you expect us to believe...
that in the middle of all this excitement...
you never killed anyone.
No. I never killed anyone.
I can't believe you can lie like that.
I'm not lying. I'm not lying. Leave me alone. I can't remember.
-I didn't kill anyone. I can't remember. -Let me help your memory.
I don't want to hear any more. Leave me alone. I didn't kill that man.
Leave me alone!
Stop. Stop. I can't remember.
The battles were so confusing. I was only defending myself as best I could.
There was so much dust, smoke and noise. I was being attacked on all sides.
So maybe perhaps I fought back.
- But it was only to defend myself. - So your memory's coming back.
- Yes. - Good.
Now, you tell me why God let all those battles happen in the first place.
He's so powerful. You said...
'' He's the creator of heaven and Earth, the source of all life.''
He could easily have stopped all that blood and misery.
Why didn't He--
Is He the one who spread all that blood and misery?
- Is He? - No. But He could have stopped it.
What, did he get pleasure-- pleasure--
pleasure from watching us killing each other in His name?
In His name?
In His name. We fought and killed in His name--
- the King of Heaven. - Really?
Let all those who love me follow me!
'' Let all who love me follow me!''
Where does God get mentioned?
Come on, Jeanne.
Be honest.
You fought for yourself. In your name.
No!
I was defending myself as best as I could.
Everyone has the right to defend themselves, don't they?
Yes, they do! Should I have let myself get killed?
- Is that it? - No. You did fine.
I'd even say well done.
As a matter of fact...
most of the ones you killed probably deserved it, don't you think?
I never thought killing each other would bring about any peace.
I agree.
Peace will only be got from the English at the end of a lance.
I don't agree. Why do you keep changing your mind all the time?
You. Why--
Why are you doing this to me?
Do you get pleasure from hurting me?
Pleasure. That's a difficult word to define.
When does pain end and pleasure begin? When did your pleasure begin?
With that sword in your hand?
I never took pleasure...
in hurting anyone.
Really?
Set me free. Set me free.
You will be, Jeanne.
You will be.
Jeanne, my very dear friend in Christ...
we, your judges and assessors...
desirous of reaching a true and lawful verdict...
submitted a transcript of your trial to the University of Paris...
to attain their opinion.
After careful consideration...
the learned scholars have concluded with us...
that you have committed many grievous sins.
I ask you now to listen most carefully...
to their opinion, as detailed in these articles.
Article One.
You said that by God's command you have continually worn men's clothes...
and that you have also worn your hair short...
with nothing to distinguish you from the soldiers with whom you fought.
Don't abandon me. Please.
Where are You?
Where are You? Please.
Is this what You want?
You want me to...
to burn...
without...
being confessed?
Finally, Article 12.
You have said that you are not willing to submit yourself...
to the judgment of the church militant, but only to God.
As to this article, the scholars say...
that you have no comprehension of the authority of the Church.
That you have perniciously erred in the faith of God...
and you are a child of superstition, a wanderer from the faith...
an invoker of demons, an idolater...
and a heretic.
We once again admonish, beg and exalt you...
to cast out and recant your erroneous beliefs...
by signing this recantation.
Please.
If the Church...
wants me to say...
that my visions are evil...
then I do not believe in this Church.
Perform your office.
Wait.
Jeanne, I beg of you, sign.
In God's name, don't you understand? I'm trying to save you.
I want to be confessed.
Sign this and I will confess you myself, if you want.
And may I--
May I go to Mass?
As often as you like.
Now, for the love of God, sign.
Sign, Jeanne, and you'll be free of your chains.
Free of the fire, Jeanne.
Thank you.
Do you know what you just signed?
You just signed away His existence.
- I didn't mean to. - For you, He's a lie.
An illusion.
No, no.
He told me that I would be confessed.
In the end, it was you who abandoned Him.
- May I have that back, please? - You have nothing to regret.
Give it back to me!
- Give it back! - Take her away!
Silence her!
There. She has recanted.
And we accept her repentance...
for the Church never closes her arms to those who would return to the fold.
Now she's your martyr, not ours.
Please!
Enough.
Here.
If you want to get dressed, try these for size.
My lord bishop.
Come to see for yourself.
Well, take a look.
You see? Dressed as a man again.
Her touching repentance didn't last very long, did it?
The Bishop of Senlis was passing by and was on hand to witness her relapse.
And by what miracle did these clothes find their way in here?
Not a miracle, my dear Cauchon.
An evil spell.
This girl is a witch, and tomorrow she will burn for it.
Have the stake prepared in the market place.
Jeanne, I don't understand. Why did you do it?
- Why? - And you.
Why did you lie?
You promised to have me confessed.
I know. It was the only way to have you saved from the fire.
It's not my body I want to save.
It's my soul.
I ask only one thing.
Please, hear my confession.
I can't, Jeanne. I can't hear your confession.
I'm very sorry.
You want to confess?
I'm listening.
I've committed sins, my Lord.
So many sins.
I saw so many signs.
Many signs.
The ones I wanted to see.
I fought...
out of revenge...
and despair.
I was all the things...
that people believe...
they're allowed to be...
when they're fighting for...
a cause.
For a cause.
I was...
proud...
and...
stubborn.
Selfish.
Yes. Cruel.
Yes.
Cruel.
You think you are ready now?
Yes.
Good.