- Joan? Are you all right?
I have never seen you so reverent, dear child.
Is there something you wish to confess?
- No.
It just felt wonderful to pray.
- Come.
I have never seen such piety... at an early age.
- What's happening in this picture, Father Monet?
- This is the battle of Agincourt.
One of the darkest days in our history.
- Why does God make the French suffer?
- Come. Sit down.
We suffer at the hands of man, not God.
Our queen...
from another land...
has disowned her son...
and given her daughter in marriage to the English king.
- Our queen is the woman in the legend- The one who will destroy France.
- Come.
This is France.
We are here.
This area is occupied by the English invaders.
And this... is Burgundy.
- The French make pacts with the English.
- So all this fighting...
is to determine...
who is the rightful ruler of France.
- What's happening? - There's refugees.
I think they're from another village.
- We need food, shelter.
The soldiers have burnt everything.
- We have barely enough for ourselves. Move on.
- Please! There are the children!
- We have nothing to spare. Move on! Go!
- I want you to sit next to your father.
My daughter will make an excellent wife.
- What a bountiful meal!
- Yes.
Enough for everyone, with plenty to spare.
- Praise God there is enough, though there's never plenty to spare.
- Not even one crust of bread for a hungry child?
- Not if the child is part of a mob.
One small mercy would crack the dam, Joan!
And in no time we would be flooded.
- That could have been us, Papa.
- And they would turn us away, as they must.
This is how it is.
- Your daughter is very... outspoken.
- She's young. She'll outgrow it.
- I will never outgrow simple decency.
It's people like you who do nothing to stop the miseries of the world.
- Joan.
- Get out.
- Do you remember six years ago...
when you saw me kneeling in this spot, and you spoke to me?
- Mm-hmm. As if it were yesterday.
- You thought it was sudden piety. It wasn't.
I had heard a voice as clearly as I'm speaking to you now.
It was Saint Catherine.
And her voice was beautiful, sweet and soft.
- And--
- She told me she was chosen to guide and counsel me...
and that I must listen to what she was telling me,
because it was at the command of God.
I didn't tell you before because...
I was afraid.
- What have these voices said to you?
- A first, they just told me...
that I must be a good child and go often to church.
But now they're more insistent...
and they tell me that I must prepare to leave,
and that my destiny lies elsewhere.
- And what do they say... is your destiny?
- They don't say.
But they make me understand that our people have lost a sense of hope.
Too willingly giving up their freedom.
And that I'm meant to leave, and--
Take heed! - Burgundians.
- Take heed, people of Domremy!
Take heed!
Take heed, people of Domremy! Burgundian soldiers approach!
- Father, ring the bells, the warning bells. - Yes.
- They will attack by morning! Take heed!
Dad! Mom!
- Go. Go quickly.
- Ride to Vaucouleurs. - Uh-huh.
- Alert Sir Robert. Go! Go, go!
- What about the water?
- Have you seen Emile? - I thought he was with you.
- No. - You wait here, and search the ruins.
I'm going back to the village. - No, you mustn't!
- He's my best and only friend.
- Emile! - Joan!
- Emile!
- Joan!
- Emile!
No!
Why?
He was your best child!
Why?
What did he do wrong?
What did I do wrong?
What did I do?
What do you want me to do?
Yes. Yes, I will.
The voice was insistent on this:
The dauphin Charles needs me, and I must go to him in Chinon.
- Go to him? How?
- I don't know, father. I don't know.
- l, uh, gather we're a bit late.
- Yes, Sir Robert.
Just late enough to avoid any danger.
- Jean, be so kind as to take that livestock to the king...
in Chinon.
- Get down from there.
- They're going to Charles, Father.
Bless me, Father.
- May God protect you.
- Bye-bye, Mama.
Wait!
- Ratherwholesome looking for a camp-following strumpet.
Is that what you're wanting, girl?
To be the plaything of soldiers?
Because you arrived in the ideal spot.
- Please, Sire, I offer no trouble and I wish none in return.
May I please just continue with the animals to Chinon?
- These animals are going to the butchers inside Sir Robert's castle.
- Sir Robert said the livestock...
was going to the dauphin in Chinon.
-One man's pampered stomach gets more bloated than the other.
What concern is it to you?
Bertrand, unload the livestock.
- I can see by your clothing, Sire, that you are a man of substance.
I implore you then to understand...
that I must go to Chinon to see the dauphin, because he needs me.
- He needs you?
- I have a mission that's getting clearer by the hour.
- You have a mission.
- I must help the dauphin claim his crown and unite the people of France.
- Then I must take you to meet Sir Robert.
You shall make your case to him. Come.
- Thank you, Sire.
- Come.
Sir Robert, I present to you...
the Maid of Lorraine.
I, um,
understand that you're on your way to Chinon...
to crown the king and to...
unite the poor wretches of France.
Sir Robert, someone must help the king claim his crown.
- A-and what makes you think- you poor, simple girl--
that you would succeed when the king's loftiest advisors have failed?
- Because I must. Just as you, Sir Robert, must send me there.
Sir Robert.
The dauphin holds the future of France.
- Why do you call him "dauphin"?
Crowned or not, Charles is our king by right of blood.
And if this inactive mongrel is ever gonna be king,
we have to start calling him "king"!
Don't you think? - I think he has to believe he is king.
He has to earn it.
- Uh, Jean? - Hmm?
- Send her back to her father for a sound beating.
- Yes, Sir.
- Please, Sir Robert -- - I said go!
- I suggest you go home.
Unless you wanna see the Burgundians destroy this place too.
- I thought bigger towns would contain bigger minds.
I was wrong.
- So, you slept here all night, and now you're hungry, hmm? Hmm?
- Yes.
- You look strong enough to work.
Come with me.
I want some for my son! And myfriend!
- No!
She's a child. She won't eat much. You can wait.
Shh.
- That one couldn't stop crying for two days and nights.
- Shh, shh. Maybe he just lost interest in crying. Shh, shh.
- People today stopped fighting for soup.
No, you have a gift.
- Mother Babette,
why have the people of Vaucouleurs given up hope?
Why don't they just seek help in another village?
- From where, child?
Every city, village, town--
it's each man for himself.
- I have an idea.
"To the good French people of every town and village...
who need shelter or fear attack--"
- I can't write as fast as you can talk.
"Help us build defenses...
against those who would destroy us."
- What's your name, boy? - Noel, Sir.
Noel, whose name is on this declaration?
None, Sir.
"To the good French people of every town and village...
"who need shelter or fear attack,
"come and be protected within the walls of Vaucouleurs,
"and help us build defenses against those who would destroy us.
By dictate of the Maid of Lorraine."
- By dictate of the fairy tale.
- She's no fairy tale. She's flesh and blood.
A maid from this very region.
That's it! Take it up!
- If they attack from the northwest,
we'll have all of these arches here to protect us.
- Where are my eggs? My eggs.
- Where are-- - There are no eggs, Sir Robert.
Not since you turned that peasant girl away.
- Sh-she stole my hens? Thief.
- The hens are here, but they refuse to lay.
Not one egg from the lot of them. - Oh!
So now even my chickens turn against me, huh?
What the devil have they done to my city?
- It's the girl, Sir.
People have come from everywhere to defend us.
They say she's the Maid of Lorraine.
Bring her to me.
Y-y-you look like a-- you look like a man.
And you look like you're dressed to go somewhere.
- But I'm ready to travel to Chinon.
And today's the day you will send me.
- You're cracked to think that I would send you to Chinon to see the king.
- A few days ago you sent me away from here.
But now today, here I am again.
Your invited guest.
And Vaucouleurs is ready to defend itself.
It's nothing that couldn't have been done before.
- W-why are you just standing there?
I need to write!
I'm writing that...
I believe... that you may be the Maid of Lorraine.
- Sir Robert, please. I'm not the Maid of Lorraine.
- Do you want to go or not? Do you want to go? - Yes.
- I know how to tickle a regal brain.
And what you do when you get there...
is up to you.
- Jean! - Sir.
- You were so kind as to deliver this young maid to me.
Therefore,
you shall deliver her to Charles.
- Sir Robert!
The hens! They're laying!
- Where are we?
- Orleans. The gateway to what's left of our country.
See the smoke from the villages?
Someone's burning their way there.
Once they've taken Orleans,
they'll finally be able to cross the river Loire.
France's doom will be sealed.
- Then we have no time to lose.
- I've always wanted to visit the Loire Valley. Not one of my better ideas.
- I think we should turn back.
- There's two ways to Chinon: across or around.
- We have to take the most direct route to Chinon.
- This is my convoy and my responsibility to get us to Chinon, alive.
We're gonna camp here for the night,
and then in the morning we'll take the route around.
- Sire.
- She's gonna get us killed.
This is not the work of the Burgundians.
It's the black knights. Filthy English.
- The church of Saint Catherine.
Daddy! Daddy!
I'm all right. Tell the children.
- Saint Catherine is my patron saint.
She speaks to me.
I thought England was cold, but your precious Burgundy...
can chill the bone as deep as the foulest winds of Scotland.
- Mmm. Therein lies the problem with you invaders.
Never satisfied.
Why this urgent visit?
- You diverted troops from my siege at Orleans to chase after a girl.
- Not just "a girl," the Maid of Lorraine.
- Don't embarrass yourself, Phillip.
The Maid of Lorraine is a fairy tale,
a bedtime story for children...
and simpletons.
- This girl has thwarted my siege at Vaucouleurs.
Now she marches on Chinon.
She must not get to Charles,
whatever it takes.
- I thought we were superstitious. You French are worse.
- Never underestimate the power of a myth, my friend.
We must find the maid and kill her.
Halt in the name of England!
Where are you headed?
Halt there!
Get up. Search the wagon.
Well, now. Are you the maid?
Is your peasant daughter still a maid? You!
Take her away!
Here.
Leave her! Leave her!
No!
Peasant dog!
- No!
- No!!
- Come on! Run!
- Go afterthem!
- Take him across the river. I'll distract 'em. Go!
- What are you-- Jean!
- Over here!
Get off your horses!
Get off the horse! You're too heavy!
Joan, grab your horse! Grab the horses!
- Black knight! Let's go!
- Push! Push!
Raymond! Let's go!
- Raymond!
Raymond! - No!
- Raymond!
- There's nothing you can do!
There's nothing you can do!
Deliver this message to no one but the dauphin.
Poor Louis.
He has no anger for Raymond.
- From Sir Robert de Baudricourt
with salutations and fealty to his majesty, Charles Vll.
- Well, well. De Baudricourt sent us the Maid of Lorraine.
Not precisely from Lorraine but close enough to keep her in the hunt.
I've tried the Maid of Lorraine ploy before.
I've even recruited a few candidates myself, but it's never worked.
- You will, of course, not receive the latest candidate.
- And why not? The Church has little tolerance for self-proclaimed icons.
- Yes, but it's de Baudricourt who makes the claim.
The girl's position on the matter is quite unknown to you, dear Bishop.
Perhaps I will see her.
- As his majesty's Church-appointed spiritual advisor,
I advise his majesty not to take lightly...
the advice of his Church-appointed spiritual advisor.
- And as his majesty's military advisor,
I have always opposed the Maid of Lorraine tactic.
Toying with people's fantasies is a tricky business.
- But what if this one's credible?
De Baudricourt endorses her, and he's no fool.
If she wears the part well, the people might rally, the troops might rally.
Even I might rally.
We could finally budge from this giant chamber pot and go where we belong.
Rheims.
- She did come all this way. No sense being rude.
- The esteemed Sir Robert de Baudricourt has sent us a girl...
he claims to be the Maid of Lorraine, on a mission from God.
But our eminent bishop...
rightfully insists upon proof.
So, we will put her to the test in front of the entire court.
Yes. You, Le Tremoille, will be seated on the throne,
and I shall be mingling with the assemblage. [ guests laughing ]
If she ferrets the true king, she will have proven herself divinely inspired.
- His majesty's-- how shall I put it-- boyish demeanor is legend.
She'll spot you at once. And then?
- And then--
Won't it be fun?
Bishop, don't be so dreary.
If nothing else, the crown will find it miraculous.
It will reinforce their faith in God.
And what's wrong with that?
- There may be no harm in seeing the girl.
- She's dressed like a boy.
- What is your name, child?
- I'm Joan d'Arc of Domremy, your Worship.
May I speak to the dauphin?
- Alone?
- Shall I bid the others go?
- Pull the door shut when you leave, eh, Bishop?
- My Dauphin,
I've been sent by God to tell you that you must claim your crown...
and unite the people of France.
And why do you imagine God has chosen you for this holy mission?
- I don't know. But I do understand why he's been so insistent.
The English have begun a siege at Orleans.
If the siege falls, you will never get to Rheims and you will never be the king.
- Do you presume to think that this is news to me?
- Then why haven't you sent your army to raise the siege? - I can't.
I haven't the money or the means.
Besides, no one believes in France anymore.
They're tired of fighting.
- You must have faith, my Dauphin, and the people of France will follow.
Why do you claim to be the Maid of Lorraine?
- I'm not the Maid of Lorraine, my Dauphin.
No!
Of course you're not the maid, but people say you are. Why?
- Because they need someone to believe in, my Dauphin.
- Why do you call the king "Dauphin"?
- That is the title given to the rightful heir of the throne.
- Clever.
- God wants you to be king, my Dauphin.
- I always thought I would be a good king.
- Lift the siege at Orleans. Go in triumph to Rheims!
- Actually, there might be one way.
The army would never follow the dauphin,
but they would follow the Maid of Lorraine.
- But I'm not the Maid.
- You'll have to learn to stop saying that.
- I don't know how to lead an army. - You'll have to learn that too.
You'll be surrounded by knights and commanders.
You won't have to do much, just-- just be the maid.
- My God did not send me for this. - How do you know?
Couldn't this be God's plan?
You were sent here to convince me to claim my crown. I'm convinced.
But Orleans stands in the way.
I can't rally an army to lift the siege, but the Maid of Lorraine can.
- God would not want me to live such a lie. But is it a lie?
- If God has sent you to lead the French army to victory,
then might that stand to reason that you are the maid?
Or... were you not really sent by God?
- I was sent by God, my Dauphin, I assure you.
- I'll need proof.
Can you give me a sign?
- It's been hours! What can they possibly be talking about?
- She's the one! She's the one we've been waiting for.
God has sent her to lead my army.
- A rather impulsive statement, Your majesty.
- She showed me a sign-- a sign from God!
- What sign? - I'm sworn to silence.
Surely a man as devout as you wouldn't expect me to break a vow to God.
If only we could be certain of her purity.
- The Church is the best arbiter of such things.
We can send her to the convent of Poitiers to be examined.
- Precisely. - Poitiers is a perilous journey.
- Which is why you will accompany her with an armed escort, dear friend.
- My mission continues.
- Then so does mine.
We observe that she is chaste.
What is the extent of your learning?
- I do not know A from B. -What do your voices tell you?
- That it is God's will to deliver the people of France.
If it be God's will, then there is no need for soldiers.
Soldiers will fight, and God will give them a great victory.
We find nothing heretical in her claims to divine guidance.
We find in her only ardent faith, honesty.
None has the right to reject this maid.
Who are all of these people?
The men that responded to the king's call for troops...
to follow the Maid of Lorraine.
- Raise your arms, Joan.
Raise them high.
- That's her. There's the maid.
You damn nobles are all alike.
You never bring me in until it's too late. I oughta double my fee.
You'll have a fine chance for riches,
considering your archenemy has taken les Tourelles-- Sir William Glasdale.
- Capture him, and he'll fetch a great price.
If I meet up with Glasdale, I promise you,
you can sell him off in pieces.
Well.
She certainly looks the part,
if there is a she under all that.
- And what part are you, Sir? - This is captain La Hire.
I've engaged him to lead the mission to Orleans.
- To lead?
- Don't worry. You'll be out front for all the cheering.
But around here, grown men command.
- If you'll excuse us, my dear, the captain and I have work to do.
I'm leaving tomorrow. - Leaving?
You won't be with us in Orleans?
- Him? He's a military advisor.
He sends other people off to die.
- Shouldn't you be in bed, child?
- I want to know what's being planned for myself
and the men who've come to fight.
- You may stay or you may go,
but be quiet.
- The captain needs to concentrate, my dear.
- We know the English have taken Les Tourelles.
They've practically closed the circle around Orleans.
But this news is three days late.
It takes about four days to get there.
We have...
12,000 men, half of them useless.
That leaves us with a force--
- Pardon me. I've made this journey.
We can't get there in four days...
with all the livestock for the troops and the people of Orleans.
- We only take enough livestock to feed the troops.
Our objective is to raise the siege, not to feed the masses.
- Well, how long will it take?
A week to travel? Another to prepare?
And then how long to win? If we don't feed them, they will die.
- My dear, you are neither a commander nor a soldier.
All you have to do...
is play the maid and try not to get yourself killed.
- I'm not pretending, Sir.
I'm here by the will of God, with the authority of the king
and the blessings of the Church.
And I saythat the people of Orleans must be fed.
- The circle's almost closed. We'd better hurry.
- Yes. We need to attack now.
- The southwest gate is still free. We can get the food inside.
- Under a hail of arrows from English archers? - They won't attack.
Look at those campfires. The English have grown lazy.
They're not prepared to fight.
If we go inside peacefully, there's not even a chance that they can react.
Then we can make our plans from inside Orleans.
- All right, but half the army will stay behind to cover our tracks.
Dumetts, keep the men ready to charge in case we get in trouble.
If we get inside-- if we get inside--
stay here, wait for the signal to attack.
- Sir.
- Jean won't be going with us?
- ldiot.
You just let the Maid of Lorraine into Orleans.
Prepare for battle!
- It must be.
You'd better open the south gate.
"Sir William Glasdale and men-at-arms...
"surround the city of Orleans.
"You have no right to be in this kingdom of France.
"The King of heaven sends you warning through me, Joan the Maid.
"lf you obey, I shall grant you mercy.
If you refuse, I shall raise a war cry against you
that will be remembered forever."
"lf you refuse, I shall raise a war cry against you
that will be remembered forever."
I shall not write further.
- And who do you think...
you're going to send to deliver this?
Hmm? Not one of my men.
Maybe one of God's angels will take it for you.
They are, after all, already in heaven.
- I'll take it.
For Raymond.
If I don't return,
give this to our mama.
- I promise.
We should've heard from them by now.
- We need to attack as quickly as possible.
- No, we must give the English a chance to leave peacefully.
- Leave? Peacefully?
Look at them.
With each passing moment they become more organized,
more prepared to fight.
We still have an advantage: 5,000 men on the south bank of the Loire.
We must strike now.
- If there's even a chance of winning without shedding blood,
then we have to try it, Captain.
Listen to me.
I was at Agincourt.
I've seen the English at their best.
We were 4,000 strong.
The glory of France.
There were men on horses and heavy armor, our banners held high.
We rode to meet the English invaders.
But it had rained all night...
and the field of battle was muddy.
And they slaughtered us like pigs.
Even after we had surrendered.
- Joan, look.
- Peter! Peter! What's happening?
- We're preparing for battle. Captain La Hire's orders.
- Where is he? - He's with Captain Dunois.
- I thought we had an agreement, Captain.
- Explain that to them.
There's the answer to your letter.
They're sending for reinforcements.
We attack now.
- He's hotheaded. He'll lead us to our deaths.
- He's survived many battles. He must know what he's doing.
- Has he ever fought a battle for God?
- Who knows how God chooses his soldiers?
Look at us, hmm?
- Dominos probiscum.
In nomine patris, et filii,
et spiritus sancti.
- Amen.
- Sound the trumpet!
- There's no need. Look.
Men!
- Oh, my God.
Their ladders must not reach the wall.
- The flame must strike here. - I can do that.
- As soon as we set fire we must find Louis, or he'll suffocate.
- Yes, Sir.
- These men are willing to die for you.
Perhaps you should say something to them.
- Be of good hearts, my friends!
Today, our noble king will have a great victory...
because we are guided by the King of heaven.
We're all in God's hands.
Even those who choose to think otherwise.
For God and France!
- Her banner is up. It's time.
- Open the gate!
- Steady.
- Fire!
- Charge!
- Move in! Keep your positions!
- Ready! Loose!
- Bring up your shields!
- Go!
- Fire!
- lnside! You have to get the flame inside!
Keep trying!
- Fire!
- Put that fire out! - Jean!
Jean! -Watch yourtargets!
Ready! Loose!
- Joan!
Get her up! Get her up!
The witch is dead!
The maid is dead!
Down here. Right here.
Why can't I hear our men fighting?
The men have pulled back. Let's take off her armor.
Sweet Saint Catherine.
Help me up.
Break the tip off of the arrow.
Break off the tip. You'll bleed to death.
Break it off.
Joan, one can't-- do it.
Bite down on this.
Let me down. Let me down.
Easy. Easy.
It's done.
Get me up.
Let's get her up!
Hold still.
My horse. You can't ride a horse now.
My horse.
And my banner.
Remember, once we get inside, we have to find Louis.
I am the maid.
- Look, she's alive.
- Look, madame. - Ah!
- Go back. You're too weak.
- No. We stick to the plan. Remember?
- The fire. Let's go. - Glasdale is mine!
- Let's go!
More men up here!
- Fire!
- I'll go for Louis. - Get me out of here!
Let me out! Hey!
- Get that fire out!
Move the horses! Move them out!
Let's get them out of here.
- It's spreading. We have to lower the drawbridge.
- Not until I give the signal.
- More water! - Glasdale!
- There are two men here. Help.
- You die where you stand!
For Agincourt!
- Help! Help me! Over here!
- Kick it!
- Sword! Sword!
- Hey!
- The gate!
Get him! Get him!
- Glasdale!
Come out that I may send you to hell.
- No!
- Release him!
- People have come from all over France forthis great occasion.
You can't imagine how far some people have come.
- Pierre.
Let me see you.
You must be feeling better.
Was it all the excitement?
God. It was exciting.
- How's mama?
Papa? - They're doing well.
Everybody looks up to them now.
Strangers pass through just to see the house where you once lived.
- I must think of something for you to bring home to mama.
- I won't be going home.
- Why? - I didn't have the courage to tell them,
but I want to join the army and fight beside you.
- No, Pierre. - But why?
- No! - I'll make a great soldier.
- I will. I'll prove to you-- - It has nothing to do with that.
You probably want to fight, because you think that it means something.
And you think that what I did was glorious.
It's just what theywant you to think.
The ones who used me, and I let them.
- What are you saying?
Because of you, we finally have a king.
And France is no longer a dream.
I've heard people call themselves Frenchmen.
Not one town, not one region, but their country.
And you did that.
We all think you did it for us.
Are we wrong?
- No, you're right.
I am always for the people.
I just needed you to tell me that.
- No, don't lunge!
- I surrender.
- Pierre's going to be the best soldier in all of France.
- You don't look like someone on the way to her banquet.
- Because I'm not.
- Well, the king was quite insistent. Your presence is important.
- Peacocks flocking their latest feathers.
I have no reason to attend.
- Suppose I gave you a reason?
- What?
- Charles has made a treaty with Phillip,
giving him the district of Champagne.
Isn't Domremy right on that border?
- Maid Joan. - Yes?
- We need you to settle a question.
When Saint Catherine and Saint Margaret come to you,
do they have arms and legs?
Or do they float above the ground?
- They're as complete in body as they are in spirit.
Your majesty, what would you call a baker...
who slices his cake while it's still in the oven?
- I would call him... not a baker.
- What would you call a king who slices up his kingdom...
while others are fighting to unite it for him?
Your majesty,
whywould France sign a treatywith Burgundy?
I fought to unite all of France,
not to make pacts with its bits and pieces.
- Burgundy has promised us Paris, our beloved capital.
And they have agreed to a one-month cessation of conflict.
- Yes, but Phillip will use the time to fortify Paris, not to retreat from it.
- You overstep yourself. It is not your place to question the king's authority.
- It is God's will that France is united.
Not even the king has the right to challenge God's authority.
- I will strongly counsel this girl or any unenlightened mortal...
against stating what is or is not God's will!
- And what if God speaks for himself?
- Oh. Your voices, yes?
Answer me, child. How are we to rely on them?
- You can trust experience.
Captain La Hire.
Has my counsel ever been wrong?
- No, my friend.
Not yet.
But perhaps you count too much on your voices.
Good soldiering was as responsible for your successes...
as any prayers.
And I worry one day you will call God's name and charge,
and there will be no one there to watch your back.
- Your majesty,
Iet me march on Paris with my brave army of Frenchmen...
and defend what is rightfully ours.
- You presume to order the king? - Not order.
Entreat in the name of God.
- You presume to speak for God? - Not for him, from him.
- You are perilously close to heresy.
- When did truth become heresy?
- All heretics believe they speak the truth.
- Does that include bishops?
You ask for eternal damnation!
- Well, if she's a heretic, what does that make me?
It must be made clear to all here present...
that I would never...
knowingly break a lawful agreement,
no matter how grateful l and all of France are to you,
no matter how magnificent it would be...
to have a truly united country.
But we are deeply touched...
by the loyalty that beats in the heart of this virtuous subject.
- What's she going to do? - Atack Paris.
-We're getting slaughtered! -We have to fall back, Joan! We must!
- No! Move forward!
- No!
- Light up the night, Sir Bertrand.
- I regret having missed spirited conversation...
between yourself and our dear young maid.
- Most spirited in the telling, no doubt, than in the actuality.
- No doubt.
I've been giving much thought...
to the pastoral needs of our brethren in the north.
The district of Compiegne in spiritually deficient. Burgundy...
is further deprived by its lack of a bishop.
Now, it strikes me that they could benefit from the moral authority...
of a prelate not unlike yourself.
I'm honored by the archbishop's endorsement,
but I am quite content with my appointment to the king's court.
- I was not, in fact, soliciting your opinion on the matter.
I'm transferring you to Beauvais in the district of Compiegne.
You will henceforth be their bishop.
- I'm being sent into exile.
My words against the maid have embar- rassed the Church that sanctioned her.
- The Church needs your services in the north, my dear Cauchon.
- What have I done?
What have I done?
- In this wicked game, I have but one card left to play.
I must make it count. She's asked for leave to visit her family.
You've given her no reply. - I have no reply.
Until we've cleaned up her mess, Joan is to stay at court.
I may still need her.
Please give me a sign.
I've done everything that you asked.
What did I do wrong?
I don't understand. I don't understand.
Please give me a sign.
Why don't you answer me?
- Noble adversaries, I've come to apologize.
We promised you peace, and, well, it has not quite gone as we'd hoped.
- Yes. - Quite.
- Let us address the treaty you broke when you sent the maid to attack Paris.
- I was as shocked as you. She's a headstrong girl, this Joan,
and so immensely popular.
- Where is this leading? Get to the point.
- The point, Sir,
is that I have come to propose a 30-day cessation of conflict...
among our three factions.
This time no exceptions.
- And what, may one ask, would be the benefit for Burgundy?
- And England.
- In your territories are cities still loyal to me.
If there's a treaty, I would not be able to defend them, would l?
There would be nothing to stop you from taking them.
- You're very kind.
But what's to prevent our taking them anyway? What then?
- Then I promise...
that you have not yet seen the full power of the maid.
- Your majesty, the cities you have just condemned
will send appeals for your help.
- And when I ignore them, they will turn to the maid.
Tell Joan she may leave court to visit her family.
And when she returns, we would like to confer a very special honor.
- Mama.
- I bid you Godspeed, dear Bishop.
- You are the most cunning man I have ever known. Perhaps the most ruthless.
You have betrayed me for Joan, and you will betray her as well...
once she has outlived her use.
Oh, you speak nonsense, old friend.
Joan is the maid. Do you forget?
She is going to unite all of France...
behind me.
- Poor deluded Joan.
She has no idea she has put a monster on the throne.
Those are my last words as your majesty's spiritual adviser.
- Can I help, Mama? - Oh, no. Sit.
No. You're a guest. - What if I don't wish to be a guest?
- No.
- You left this outside.
I fed your horse. Beautiful animal.
- It's a simple meal, but it's hearty.
- lsabelle, stop making apologies for the way we live.
- Is the king's Court as beautiful as they say?
- Well, nothing is as beautiful as home.
- I wish you had said that to Pierre.
- Pierre made his own choices, Papa.
- He followed a dream. Yours.
- You still call me a dreamer after all I've--
- After all you have done?
What have you done?
Beyond making yourself into an idol.
- I've pledged my life to unite France.
- And sacrificed your brother in the bargain.
- Don't say that.
- He was my son.
What do you want from me?
- I want forgiveness.
- No.
- These words I gather.
I beg forgiveness for the sin of pride.
Please bring me absolution from our Lord God and from my father.
Please return to me, dear patron saint.
Please give me guidance and show me the way to my destiny.
- I would have expected Beauvais to have a grander cathedral.
- God resides here, nevertheless,
with room enough for visitors, even the English regent.
- And my personal chaplain.
We have a religious question that you might settle.
I need to apprehend and eliminate a certain villainous girl.
But she must be destroyed in name as well as body.
I...
have heard that you may regard this selfsame girl...
as a heretic.
So I find myself wondering, might the Church be helpful in this matter?
- The Church does not kill.
The inquisition is burning heretics by the bushel.
The inquisition merely locates dead branches on the tree of mother Church...
and then brings in civil authorities to do the pruning.
- Meaning you would agree to try her.
- Were she to be captured in my diocese,
my duty would be to fight for the salvation of her immortal soul.
- I would expect nothing more or less.
- You're leaving because I denied you forgiveness.
- No, Papa.
I'm leaving because...
I have a calling.
Because this is what God meant for me to do.
Because this is what I'm compelled to do.
- As Pierre did what he was compelled to do.
- Papa.
I'm afraid to leave.
Even more than I was before.
- You will bravely face whatever life hands you.
How could you not? You are a daughter of Jacques d'Arc.
Be well, my daughter.
Be well.
- You've changed.
- My counsel has told me that my work is not yet finished.
- They returned to you? - Yes.
They told me that Charles will betray me.
And that he must do this so that he can fully be king.
My darkest time lies ahead.
It's all part of God's plan.
And everything will be fine in the end.
I, uh, encountered a messenger...
with a letter for you from the citizens of Compiegne.
- Can you read it? - Yes.
"To blessed Joan the Maid from the citizens of Compiegne.
"Hear our cry. Phillip has invaded. His troops are upon us.
"We have written many pleas to the king without reply.
Save us, dear Maid, from the wrath of the Burgundians, in the name of God."
- Ah, so it begins.
Your majesty.
Why do you ignore the plight of your loyal subjects in Compiegne?
- It's not a choice.
I was forced to sign a treaty after our little misadventure in Paris.
And even if I were to choose to violate it,
I-- I haven't the resources.
Our troops are all fighting up north. Our finances are depleted.
Our cities are overrun with refugees and plague.
I've discovered that getting the crown is one matter,
but keeping it is quite another.
- I'm still commander of your army.
Why don't you send me to liberate them?
- Yes. Yes, I must do right by all my subjects,
whatever the risk.
- Thy king is very compassionate.
- How quickly can you leave? - As soon as an army can be assembled.
- I'm afraid all I can spare is a small army of 200.
But I will send for captain La Hire...
to bring a larger army from the north.
You can rendezvous at Compiegne.
- It will be good to fight again,
with the right men, for the right reasons.
- Well, then.
- Your majesty.
- Joan.
You don't have to do this.
- The day we met, we spoke of God's plan,
and we still have to play our parts.
Whatever you do, you do by the will of God.
Know that I know that.
- Joan? I have a map of Compiegne here.
- Jean, you have to listen to me.
We may not have the chance to speak again.
If I'm captured or killed,
you must not risk yourself or the lives of our men to save me.
I know that this is hard for you to understand.
But you must stand behind Charles.
Promise me that you'll finish what we started.
Swear it.
- La Hire! La Hire approaches.
Burgundians.
- No!
No!
It's as I told you.
- Joan.
Joan!
- Madame.
- So, this is the maid.
- Why have you stopped eating?
- I've heard that you intend to sell me to the English.
- Rumors in a place like this are like water.
Not to be trusted.
- I'd rather die than be in English hands.
- What will it take to make you eat? - I will eat...
if you send a message to the king telling him of my situation.
- So that he may shed a tear?
- So that we will do what God expects of him next.
- And what may that be?
- Why don't you send the message and find out?
- lmpudent little witch!
- Enough!
- Mama-- Oh!
- I was wintering in the south when I heard of this.
I returned as quickly as possible. - You'll catch a chill.
- You have duped my son into your dreadful game.
This girl is not a threat.
There will be no sale to England. Come with me.
Ah, did you sleep well?
- Yes, madame.
- No, I've had those wretched clothes removed.
Now, if these do not fit or are not to your taste,
new clothes will be made.
- I must have my own clothes back, madame.
- My dear, if you are to be my personal charge,
I must ask for a bit more cooperation.
What is it you want?
- Want?
Well, I want to go to heaven.
My dear,
I was a pious young girl who hoped to be a nun,
but my family would have none of it.
So God had to learn to share me with others too.
And I fear he's not always come first.
Now, my time is short. Judgment day draws nearer.
I must strengthen my defense.
If I can ke--
If I can keep God's blessed young maid from the hands of the English,
perhaps He will grant me mercy.
- How will madame keep me out of the hands of the English?
- I expect we'll find a way together.
For now,
I'm very interested in understanding you.
I would like to discover what's inside of a child...
who is touched by God.
Tell me about your saints.
What do their voices sound like?
- They're...
kind and gentle.
And when they speak, do other people hear them?
- No. Only me.
- Let me take you in hand.
You will be educated. You will be taught manners.
You will be introduced into society.
Thank you.
And at the same time, you will train with your arms.
You will continue to study--
continue to study the art of war.
Now, you will not be hemmed in as you were in France.
There will be no judgment about your manly interests here.
You will not be toyed with by schemers...
who resent you even as they use you.
You'll be completely celebrated for everything that you are,
not in spite of it.
- But in France, I'm free, and here I'm a prisoner.
- But only until you are ready to be free.
Until you allow yourself to accept this splendid new life that I'm sure you will.
Because, my dearest girl, you are offered only two choices, you know.
Allow Burgundy to embrace you...
or England to kill you.
- Why would Burgundy embrace me?
- You will lead our army to victory.
- My dearest lady,
all of this has been in the belief
that I would fight against soldiers I once led,
that I would topple a king I once crowned.
- Why do you care so much for this vile pretender...
who used you and abandoned you?
Why?
- Because only through me can he learn how to be a good king.
- Is it not possible that God might want the French people united...
but not necessarily under France?
Can you be sure that that crown belongs to Charles...
and not to Phillip?
- Oh, I assure you, madame, the correct man is wearing the crown.
- No!
He is a fool! He has no right to be king.
Help!
Help! Someone help!
-You brought her to this.
Mom.
- Leave me.
I must be brief.
I knowthat you will not come to this side of Burgundy.
So beware and prepare. The English will take you.
The Church will try you for heresy.
If you remember nothing else, you remember these words.
Our Lord, first served. Say them.
- Our Lord, first served.
Turn them over. Study these words. They are your key to survival.
Only these words will save you.
Now you'll pray with me.
Pray.
- Up!
- The English will do everything they can...
to destroy Joan.
This we'll stop.
We have no official sanction.
- Any man captured will face certain death.
- I cannot pay much.
But what I can, I will. - There will be no pay.
If you fight, it is for your belief.
Nothing else.
-We should separate.
- I'll go to the right.
In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti. Amen.
Produce the accused.
Quiet! Quiet!
- How are your spirits, Joan?
- Theywould be better, were l in a church prison as I am entitled,
unburdened of these shackles, which seem excessive in these surroundings.
They are for your own protection.
- How am I protected?
I have been denied an advocate, and I am the only witness in my own defense.
- Unfortunately,
you have been charged in English court.
Any French witnesses you might call...
would be seized and hanged if they showed themselves at the gates of Rouen.
As to your other request,
recognizing that you are untaught...
and therefore possibly at a disadvantage in front of these learned men,
I grant you leave to choose a person from among their number...
to help you with counsel and advice.
- As you would grant leave of a lamb to ask help from a wolf.
- I remind the accused and the public...
of the serious nature of this trial.
Are we to glean that you are declining the offer of counsel?
- You may so glean.
- Note that in the record.
Now kneel and make an oath...
to answer with exact truthfulness all questions asked of you.
- No.
For I do not know what will be asked of me.
You may ask things that I cannot reveal.
- Swear, with your hands upon the gospels,
to answer truthfully all questions asked of you.
- I will gladly answer all things, Bishop,
except the revelations which are meant only for my king.
- You may make an oath in your own fashion.
- Did God command you to put on men's clothing?
- My clothing is a small matter, one of the least,
but it was done at our Lord's bidding.
- Will you wear a woman's dress if we give you one?
- Send me home to my mother, and I will wear anything you like.
- These are not serious questions! - It is not possible.
- We can dispense with the clothing at this time.
We turn to your voices and visions. When did they begin?
- The Church has already examined me on this at Poitiers.
You know my answers and the Church's findings.
- When did the voices begin?
- When I was ten.
- Who spoke to you?
- Saint Catherine and Saint Margaret.
- How did you know? - Because they told me.
- Who else spoke to you? - Saint Michael.
- And did they appear to you? - I've told you this before.
- Tell me again. - Yes, they appear.
- What sort of things do they tell you?
- They tell me...
that within seven years' time,
a disaster will befall the English.
And soon thereafter, England will lose all of France.
- Silence!
When did you last hear your voices?
- Last night and again this morning.
- How often do they come?
- There's no day that I don't hear them.
- Do you call them, or do they come without your calling?
- They've often come without my calling.
Other times I need to pray, "Lord, send them."
- Do you ever call them and they do not come?
- If I'm in great need of them, they always come.
- What things do you ask your voices?
- Right now I ask them three things:
that my God will continue to help the French,
for my freedom,
and that my soul will be saved.
- Then you have been betrayed,
for you will certainly either burn as a heretic...
or you will spend the rest of your days in prison.
- That's not-- - Have your voices told you differently?
Have your voices told you you will be rescued?
What, precisely, were you told?
- My counsel has given me leave to tell you...
that you are in great danger.
- What is this great danger?
- For judging me, you will suffer in body and soul.
-What sign did you give to yourfake king when you first met?
- I have no fake king.
- You know what he means. What sign did you give Charles?
- Ask Charles. - I'm asking you.
- I can't tell you. Perhaps in time.
- Clear the court!
- There is the rack and there are its ministers.
You will reveal all, now!
Or brother Le'maitre will extract it from you in his own way.
- If you tear my limbs I may speak out of pain,
but afterwards I will deny it all.
Why are you punishing me for talking to God?
Why?
- Take her back to her cell.
- What's taking so long? You have enough evidence to burn ten heretics.
- The Church is unconcerned with the English agenda,
only with the salvation of Joan's soul.
- I paid a huge price for the witch, and I want her dead.
If the Church lets her go--
- If the Church lets her go, God help any man who lays a finger on her.
- Brother Cauchon has been waging a long, exhaustive,
but doomed battle for the girl's soul.
You will soon have the outcome you desire.
- Good.
- The trial continues in secret!
- Joan.
Joan of arc,
I am brother Le'Maitre of the holy inquisition.
I've been presiding these last weeks...
so that I may assist in identifying a true heretic.
You have said...
that your voices never fail you,
and yet you say they instructed you...
to wear men's clothing? - Yes.
- Can you explain why our Lord would endanger your life...
by instructing you to deny your sex?
- I don't know.
But I have often felt, on the battlefields and here in this prison,
I'm just constantly alone with soldiers.
My clothing doesn't endanger my life. Rather, it saves it.
- Will you submit to the judgment of the Church,
the voice of God on earth?
- Yes.
So long as our Lord is first served.
- Joan, stand up.
Stand up!
For the record,
do you, Joan d'Arc of Domremy,
refuse now and forever...
to submit to the will of the Church,
the representative of God on earth?
- Joan!
Don't answer hastily.
Your word could mean that you will burn.
- Even if the stake were raised and the fire lit,
I would not lose faith in God.
God will spare me.
- Child,
the stake is raised.
You would burn.
Take her outside.
Look! - It's not possible.
Saint Catherine promised.
- That is nothing to what awaits you!
God is not going to release you...
and Charles is not going to rescue you.
Your fate is in no one's hands but yours.
- Don't you see that you were deceived...
by the forces of evil?
Sign.
Joan. Joan.
Live. Sign.
Sign.
I will sign. I will sign. I will sign.
- I'm finding Cauchon.
- One hour, or we attack.
- Only a few minutes.
- Joan? Joan! Hey, hey.
Joan,
we've gathered an army.
We're just beyond the hill.
And tomorrow night when this town sleeps,
we're going to storm those gates and take this prison.
- You crave victory.
And Charles will be here?
- The king didn't--
but La Hire is with us,
and so are thousands of soldiers who are willing to die for what they believe in.
- The maid?
There's nothing left of her. - Don't say that.
- I made a pact, Jean. - You stayed alive.
- And killed everything that I believed in.
-I must go.
Joan, please.
Please be ready for us tomorrow.
We won't be long.
- I will be saved, sweet Jean.
- Adieu.
Until tomorrow.
- Adieu.
Adieu.
- I will be saved.
- What have you done? Oh, God.
What have you done?
- What I confessed,
I confessed from fear.
But every word was a lie.
I retract my abjuration now and for all time.
You'd die...
Through your own words? - No.
Dear Bishop,
I die through you.
- Joan...
D'arc of Domremy,
through your wickedness,
you are a menace and a peril to the Church's...
purity and holiness.
Mother Church can no longer protect you.
You will be bound over to secular authorities...
who will deliver you to the executioner.
Go in peace.
- Bishop.
The sign I said I gave the dauphin,
it too was a lie.
- Why?
- You asked me to break a vow to God.
I saved us both.
- They're going to burn the witch!
- Father, what's happening?
- She has recanted. They will execute her at once.
- Wait here. I'll get the men. We'll charge the main gate.
- I'll go with you. - No. You stay.
Let her see you. Give her hope.
Out of the way!
- We need to attack now!
We'll attack the south gate to distract soldiers away from the main gate!
Follow me!
- May I see a crucifix level with my eyes? - Be quiet!
- May I see a crucifix level with my eyes?
God!
Oh, God!
Jesus!
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
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