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Save them all!

I'm looking for you.

Why are you crying?

Because they're dead.

Horribly dead.

And it was I that killed them.

Killed who?

All these men.

Hours. And the enemy.

Are you crying about the English?

I have no hatred for the English.

I spoke bold and loud so that you would follow me.

I thought victory would be beautiful.

But it is so ugly and bloody.

Why, there was never a more beautiful victory than this. And it's your

victory. The whole city is waiting to receive you. You must lead the army

through the streets.

No.

No, this blood is on my soul. I'm all spent.

you have given faith to the city of Orleans and the people of France. They

want to see you.

Jesus Maria, great and honored Prince, Duke of Burgundy, I, Joan the May, beg

you as humbly as I can to put an end to this war between us. For your Burgundy

is part of France and should not fight on the English side.

Let us then have a good, firm peace.

And to ratify that peace, I urge you to attend the coronation of Charles VII in

the Cathedral of Reims. Come and take your rightful place at the consecration

of your royal cousin.

And may God keep us ever friends.

written in the said place of Reims, the 15th day of July in the year of our

Lord, 1429.

Oh, she speaks well of you.

Very flattering.

She addresses me as an equal.

Well, she's been taking towns from you consistently, and I must say she's

defeated the best of my English captains. By sorcery, by enchantment.

Our soldiers see her banner and run away.

Her victories will be remembered as the most shameful episodes of history.

I quite agree with you.

Mighty England.

And great Burgundy, the richest prince in Christendom, beaten by a green

country girl.

My lord, since you've come to me for aid and advice, I have this to say.

Think, Duke.

Think carefully before you reject the maid at her invitation to the coronation

of your dear cousin.

This is no moment for jesting, Count de Luxembourg.

And no subject for it.

The fact remains that tomorrow in the Cathedral of Reims... the maid will

crown her dancing master of a Dauphin king of France.

She's victorious and she's made no mistakes so far.

If she decides to march on Paris, and no doubt she will, Paris will be lost and

will fall.

This is a grave moment in the history of Burgundy.

And of England.

And of the church.

You've had to deal with many heretics, but none as dangerous as this one.

The maid a heretic?

I thought the church had examined her and found her good.

pious and untouched. If I had sat as judge at Poitiers, I can assure you the

verdict would have been different.

Count Bishop, your hatred for the maid is justified.

Had she chased me from my castle in an hour's notice, I'd have called her much

worse names than a heretic.

It may be luck for us that she's exactly where she is. Luck?

She's about to make her first error. Tomorrow she will crown Charles.

She should set the crown on her own head.

Charles is a fool, a gull, a knave. He's sold out to us before. He may do it

again. You'd offer him money. Not I.

You. For a truce. For the first time in a hundred years, France is victorious.

Why in heaven's name should Charles grant us a truce? Dangle gold in front

of him and he might take it. He always has.

Tremouille is with him as usual.

And Tremouille would sell anything.

Right, my dear Cauchon.

And since it's our only chance and our last, you must send a messenger to Reims

at once and put the offer very high. Say a hundred thousand gold crowns. If we

get the truce, we'll have time to fortify Paris. You are right, Duke of

Bedford. The maid's first error.

She should place the crown on her own head.

When it comes to the actual coronation, there'll be a little cushion like this

one. And you'll kneel on it.

And I will anoint you. Of which way will the people be?

People? Yes, my dear subjects.

Those who pay the taxes.

That way.

Well, I think I'll kneel with my face a little more toward them.

Not that I think too well of my face, but after all, I am their king. They may

as well get used to it.

Oh, come in, my dear Tremouille. We were just rehearsing the ritual of my

coronation. Oh, then it is you who's to be crowned today.

What do you mean?

Riding through the crowded streets, one gets the impression that this is the

maid's coronation.

That's because she's a very pretty girl in armor and exciting to look at.

And she has done extraordinary things.

Oh, very kingly.

Most royal.

Put that on in public, Charles, but in private at sight time you'll realize

that this girl is both ambitious and unscrupulous.

And if the war goes on and her military party keeps the ascendant, she, not you,

will rule in France, whether you're crowned or not.

If you were a window, my dear Duke, you couldn't be easier to see through.

This girl is the only person around me who isn't after power and money,

including you.

Everything she's done, she's done for me and for France.

She's very clever.

She knows she has to win you first.

But as for power, she has more power now than you and I and Burgundy put

together. The whole country's behind her.

Well, if you want to put it that way.

What's on your mind, Tremouille?

I fear for you, that's all.

And for yourself, and with very good reason.

If your Highness wishes to practice kneeling just once more... Yes, I do.

Very well, my lord.

I'll send the messenger away.

Messenger? What messenger?

By Burgundies, he's here begging for a truce.

Truce? What nonsense.

How much will they pay?

Fifty thousand crowns if you give the order to stop fighting.

And how much do you get?

I?

I've nothing to do with it.

Your usual share is half my loving crocodile, and you haven't changed.

I want your share.

I want a hundred thousand in my hands, and I'm not even sure that I'll take it.

What shall I tell him?

But tell him to wait. We're in no hurry.

Very well, my lord.

Charles. Yes?

How can you think of money at this fateful and serious moment?

I don't know, but I can without the slightest effort.

Forgive me, my dear Archbishop, but you must know about government. I have said

and I say again that this war is unnecessary bloodshed.

And the sooner we end it, the better.

If only I knew what to do.

Joan might drive my dear cousin Burgundy right out of the country if she

continues, and that might be the best thing.

It's so difficult to know what is the best thing.

When I'm king...

Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen.

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Sire, this is the day we fought for and waited for and it has come.

I am as happy as any mortal has ever been.

For I have watched the anointing and the coronation of my king.

Only our kissing is a very different matter, isn't it, my dear?

Oh, Your Majesty, you must take care.

No, that's your part to take care. That is to be bold, careless, and reckless.

To enter where I will and depart when I choose.

For look, the world is mine. Look about you. This is a real court now, and I'm a

king to be reckoned with.

It is lovely.

The scent of jasmine. I could stay here and see me forever.

Yes, well, next week we must go to Loche to be feasted, and the week after that

to Blois. There seems to be no end to these invitations.

And to the tributes.

Do you remember that little tailor at Chinon who wouldn't trust me for a new

coat?

Now, here comes that vulture again.

Well, Trenouille, do you come to bring me money or to take it away with you?

Your Majesty, this is a much more important matter than money.

The man's mad.

Here, Chartier, take my place.

And don't cheat.

She's here. Is she alone?

No, she's brought Alençon with her. Remember, sire, it's absolutely

imperative that this time you keep your word. When have I not kept my word?

Yesterday. Well, that was yesterday.

Greetings, my friends.

Joan, we have asked you into the presence because we have missed you, our

most favorite subject.

My noble king, for weeks we have waited outside the walls of Paris for your

arrival.

We should have struck in the hour of victory.

But it is not too late now.

Keep your promise.

Ride with us and Paris shall yet be ours. I'm sorry, Joan, but you'll have

to cancel all such plans.

I have just negotiated a truce with Burgundy.

Truce? That's madness.

There's been too much bloodshed. Yes, the realm has been terribly torn. We

need peace.

Our enemies need peace, my king, but not you.

Let them go home to their island and they can have a good and lasting peace.

We only have to go forward now, and their last great stronghold will fall. I

tell you, I have decided upon a truce.

I have decided.

But you cannot do this, my king.

It would mean that you threw away all the advantages.

We have fought so hard and have given so much blood to win.

His Majesty has signed the truce.

Signed it? Yes.

And our king never repudiates his word.

You know how this looks, Your Highness.

Like betrayal or stupidity, or both.

I never said I was wise. I never said I was honest. I never said I was handsome.

I'm not a particularly good person to be a king, but as long as I am a king, I

will be a king.

What do you know of statecraft?

What do you know of the expedience to which the heads of nations must stoop?

A ruler must compromise and bargain with the lowest sort of people, even the

enemy. Men are governed by corruption.

They like it.

Men hate corruption, and God hates it. I don't know, but men take to it very

naturally.

What does this mean?

He's betrayed us, John.

Have you taken money from our enemy?

That is not a question a king should answer or be asked.

Then you have done it.

You have betrayed us.

All of us.

Your country and even yourself.

I shall tell the people of France what you've done.

I hate war. I don't like battles. Every time I see French blood flowing, I can

feel the hair rise on my head.

With all my soul, I pray for peace.

We are at peace. We cannot have peace until our land is free.

It happens that I am the one who decides what wars we fight and what peace we

keep.

I warn you. Make any dirty truce you like. We'll march on Paris with or

without. No, my dear cousin, you will not.

I order the dismissal of the army.

I'm sick of all these warriors clanking about in armor.

You, Alençon, Laillot, Dinoy, all of you, put down your battle axes, you're

ordered home.

And from now on, all commands come from me.

If my captains leave, I shall leave also.

Not your captains, my captains.

And you also will do as you are told, not as you please.

Oh, yes.

Joan, we have decided to ennoble you as a token of our gratitude, and your town

of Don Remy will be exempt from taxation.

But you must remain with the court until you are given permission to leave.

Now come and join us.

After a century of defeat, we began to win. We did win battle after battle.

And now, just as we're about to end the war, we're ordered to disband, to

retreat from an enemy that's on the run.

Why has this happened? How could this happen?

Charles can't bear it that the people love the maid more than their king.

That finishes me.

I've looked my last on Charles the Despicable.

Come to Normandy with me, Joan.

We can go on fighting there.

Our king has ordered you home.

My home is where the English wait behind the hedges. But you, Joan, where will

you go?

My king has ordered me to stay with him. You'll be his captive then, a prisoner

at the court.

Held there lest you make war on his enemies and spoil his bargains.

Joan, you said you'd speak out and tell the people what kind of king they have.

If you were honest with yourself and the people who followed you, you cannot

stand by him any longer. You cannot be silent.

Should I speak against him and leave him? Yes.

No.

Why, dear Noah?

If you speak against him, you'll still be king.

If you leave him, you'll still be king.

And what will France have then?

A government of pure corruption.

No faith, no good angel, nothing but corruption.

But if you remain by his side, he'll sometimes have to think of you and of

the people of France, and not always of his own interest.

But would I be honest to stay?

Was it God's will that you set the Dauphin on his throne?

Yes. Well, this is the king he chose.

Makes a man wonder if God could be wrong.

No.

No, God could not be wrong.

This is the king he chose.

And yet... Every government is made up of bargainers, Joan. That's to be

expected. And it's a lucky country where they don't have it all their own way.

Where there's somebody like you about to make the bargainers behave.

And stay with him till the truce ends. The truce may never end.

Then I'll dedicate my white armor to God and leave his armies no more.

Don't use heart, Joe.

If anything could make me lose heart, it's saying goodbye to you three.

It can't end here.

We'll meet again.

I was never much with

words, John, except for profanity.

This is beyond swearing.

Goodbye, dear friend.

And good soldier.

Did you say your prayers this morning?

That's what I forgot.

Remember me when you say them.

Joe, let me kneel to you this once.

You're more to me than any king or queen could ever be.

To me, you're France, and France is yours.

You lifted her up when she was dying and set a cup of victory to her lips.

We've all drunk from that cup.

It's made a new nation of us, made new men of water.

Many of whom are now dead, as I could wish I were now that this has happened.

King of heaven, I've come to fulfill a vow.

A truce with Burgundy is signed.

We are at peace, and I shall wear this white armor no more.

I leave it here, at your altar.

We are at peace, my king.

But not such a peace as we dreamed.

No, horrible, in evil, in armistice, with much of the war to be fought.

And our enemies preparing.

And we dwindle here from town to town, holding court.

Receiving embassies and dismissing soldiers from town to town we have

feasted. From city to city I have attended, doing the king's bidding.

We will feast in many more if the plan holds.

But almost.

I would rather sleep on the ground again and chew my handful of beans and rise to

face the rank of English spears. For this way we shall lose all we have won.

Even I can see that.

And my voices have said nothing.

If only my voices would speak to me again.

If they would... Tell me what I should do, then I could sleep at night and

accept what comes to me by your side.

And I ask again and again, must I remain with the king in his household,

busy with the nothings that fill these days?

if my voices do not answer i cannot stay here i must

arm again and find the enemy and fight as before let my voices speak to me if

this is wrong let them speak to me now

Have I made an error that is not forgiven?

There is still no answer.

Then I must go.

and fight the enemy, king of heaven.

I shall find another armor, not this shining one in which I wrote as your

messenger, but another dark and humble fitting to a common soldier.

Long ago, my voices told me that I would be taken prisoner.

When it comes, at least I shall have arms in my hands.

I think I have courage to die, but not to die thus in small, sick ways.

So you are the maid, the peasant girl who leads armies, crowns kings, and sets

soldiers quaking in their boots.

As a Frenchman, your great admirer.

As a Burgundian, your fortunate captor.

At the gates of Compiègne?

Yes, my lord.

The city shut the gates in her face as we descended upon her and her few

followers. We were careful not to wound her. Well done, captain.

My dear, look after her good health.

You shall be in good hands, Joan.

They've taken my ring.

I want it back.

His Grace, the Bishop of Beauvais.

Welcome, Your Grace. Greetings, Cop.

A goblet of wine.

Wine is always good over a bargain. Ah, yes, thank you.

It seems to me I remember this room under less happy circumstances.

Yes, as I remember you were a bit breathless.

You were running from the maid.

Whom you now have.

Whom I now have.

Shall I have the money sent out?

Five thousand pounds is not enough, Your Grace.

I can do much better elsewhere.

Five thousand pounds is a great deal of money.

Kings have been ransomed for this.

But this is something different. This is a witch. Witches are expensive.

Five thousand.

Yes or no?

Five mules, ten bags.

The question is, does each bag contain 500 or 1,000 pounds?

Bishop, could it be possible that you're lying?

It looks to me as if you're authorized to go as high as 10,000 pounds.

And if I said that I were, you'd want 15.

If you were a true Christian, you'd give her up for nothing.

She's a sorceress, a heretic, an adulteress.

She must be burned.

Oh, now, now, wait, Bishop.

If this is entirely a religious matter...

Why do you offer me English coin?

England is a true daughter of our church.

She's with us heart and soul in the matter of scotching this heresy.

Oh, yes, when the maid beat the English, yes, of course, that was heresy.

Not to mention her booting you out of your bishopric.

Whose side are you on, my friend?

The same side we're all on.

The me side. What's in it for me? That's my side, and it's your side.

And the English side, and the French side, and the Burgundian side.

Of course, this girl, she's the only one I know who's not on the me side.

And that's why I'm ashamed when I think I'd sell her, yes, even for 10,000 gold

pounds. Very well, 10,000.

Will you take it?

Shall we count it out?

You've been in so, so well.

I have some beautiful cloth from Brussels.

Why don't we make a dress for you, Joan?

Thank you, my lady, but I don't want one.

While I'm dressed as I am, everyone can see that I still stand for what I've

done.

No, I cannot change.

What is it, Marguerite? The master wants the maid.

Where is he? He's in the strong room, counting money.

A mountain of money.

My king.

My king has sent my ransom.

You may take her.

Most Reverend Lords, Masters and Fathers, I, Pierre Cochon, by divine

mercy, Bishop of Beauvais, gratefully thank you for coming here to the city of

Rouen to assist me in the trial which is about to begin.

I am confident that I speak for us all when I say that it is our most ardent

wish that this trial should be just, unbiased and irreproachable. The more

so, since that is the command of our sovereign, His Royal Majesty Henry VI.

king of France and of England, whose representative, the Earl of Warwick, is

honoring us with his presence.

My lord, in accordance with the orders you gave me and as promoter of this

case, I have cited the woman, commonly known as Joan the maid, to appear this

morning here before us and to answer the accusations brought against her.

Master Jean...

My lord, the said Joan has two requests she begs you to grant.

First, that she may be allowed to hear mass before appearing.

Second, that you have French priests as well as English to sit beside you.

These points have been mentioned before, Master Jean.

After consulting the most eminent lords and authorities, and taking into

consideration the crimes with which she is accused, as well as the indecency of

her attire, we could not grant her permission to hear mass.

Also... Apart from Master William Hayton, who is English, we, the judges,

are all Frenchmen, and good Frenchmen.

Bring the accused before us.

You may sit if you wish.

Thank you, Father. I'll stand.

At first, anyway.

Acting upon common report, public rumor, and various information obtained by us,

we have summoned you before us as a suspect of heresy and sorcery.

Will you swear to speak the truth concerning everything we shall ask you?

My Lord, I do not know what your questions will be.

Perhaps you will ask me things I should not answer.

Of my mother and of my father and what I did after I left home to take part in

the war, I will tell you willingly.

But of certain revelations which have come to me from God, I will speak to no

one save only Charles, my king.

Why should God make revelations to you?

God makes revelations to whom he pleases.

Will you swear to speak the truth on matters concerning the faith?

I swear to speak the truth on questions concerning the faith.

What is your name?

My name is Joan. At home I was called Jeanette. How old are you?

I am 19, I think.

You say that you have had revelations from God.

Can you tell us when it first happened?

When I was 13 years old, I heard a voice in my father's garden. It was at

noontime in the summer.

The voice was at my right, toward the church.

And it spoke to me from the midst of a great light.

When I first heard it, I was frightened.

What did the voice say?

First it spoke only of things near at hand and how I should live my life.

But then, then later it said to me, go,

go, raise the siege of Orléans.

Have the dauphin crowned at Reims.

Drive the English from French soil.

Did you answer this voice?

I said I was only a poor girl from the farms who knew nothing of courts and

warfare.

But still the voice said to me, Go.

Go, child of God.

Daughter of France.

This voice that spoke to you, whose voice was it?

At first I thought it was an angel.

Then later I knew it was St. Michael who spoke.

Sometimes St. Catherine appeared to me.

And St. Margaret.

Did you see these saints, or did they speak to you only? I saw them as clearly

as I see you now.

Did your king see your saints?

Pass over that.

This does not concern your trial.

She has no right.

Proceed. Do the saints have hair on their heads?

It's good to know that they have.

Do they wear clothes?

Is God so poor that he cannot clothe his saints?

Did St. Margaret speak in English or in French?

Why should she speak English?

She's not on the English side.

Do your saints hate the English?

They hate what God hates, and they love what God loves.

God, does he hate the English?

Of God's love or hate for the English, I know nothing. I know only this, that the

English will be driven from French soil.

Except for those who are buried here.

God will give my king a great victory.

And Charles VII will be king of all France.

You are in a state of grace.

If I am not, may God put me there.

If I am me, may he keep me there.

That is a good answer, Joan.

We can do without your comments, Master Jean.

Who counseled you to throw off women's clothes and dress like a man?

A thing indecent!

And contrary to the teachings of the Holy Scriptures.

For that I blame no one.

Having lived among soldiers, it was more fitting for me to wear man's clothes.

But give me a woman's dress and I will wear it if you permit me to hear mass.

Otherwise I will not put it on since it pleases God that I wear this one.

All I have done, I have done by the command of my Lord.

That is all that I have done well.

How do you know that your voices come from God?

I knew that they came from God because what he commanded me to do was only

good.

My lords, I have answered these same questions at Poitiers.

My king charged the Archbishop of Reims and other loyal and learned priests to

examine me before I was allowed to lead his army.

Send for the records at Poitiers and you shall have all my answers.

The examination of Poitiers by the Archbishop of Reims has no relevance.

We are your judges now, and you must answer us.

But you are not fitted to be my judges.

You are my mortal enemies.

English and Burgundians.

All of you.

And you are not the church.

You are the valets of the enemy king whose orders you obey.

If I am being tried by the church, why am I not in a church prison among women?

I am in an English prison, guarded by English soldiers, and chained, chained

to my bed. If I must rise for any purpose, I must ask the guards to unlock

the bonds.

We, your judges, keep you chained because you attempted to escape.

Is it not a right of all prisoners of war to try to escape?

You say that you are my judges.

I do not know if you are, but I say this.

Take care not to judge me wrongly.

For in truth I am sent by God and you place yourself in great danger.

Take her back to her cell.

Good day, my lord.

You and your flawless trial. The girl's too clever for you. She ridicules you.

Yes, and threatens you in public.

I can assure you, my dear Earl of Warwick, it won't happen again.

No, it will not, for there will be no more public sessions.

You will continue behind closed doors according to my orders.

Is that the chapel, Father?

Yes, Joan.

May I enter?

No, daughter, it is forbidden.

No, no, why?

It was forbidden.

Dear Grace, perhaps we should not say no so quickly to this child's request

concerning the records at Poitiers.

Since we were not on the maid's side in the war, we can hardly judge her in

unbiased fashion.

This is an ecclesiastical court, governed solely by the unbiased laws of

the church.

The laws of the church?

Do they demand English guards at the doors?

But do they insist that English gold bears the expense?

Silence, Topian.

No, Your Grace.

Such a procedure contravenes our laws.

I can take no part in this trial.

Then you may leave.

And any of you who are of his opinion may leave also.

But remember this.

If you go now, you carry my enmity with you and the enmity of the King of

England, the King of France and of England.

I'm sorry to leave it to your mercy or your lack of mercy.

But for my conscience' sake, I cannot witness what seems to me but a

preconceived and shameful farce.

You will come with us.

I? Yes.

You're under arrest.

I should be in a church prison.

Guarded by women.

Must you leave me here, Father Matthews?

I am commanded to leave you here.

God keep you, child.

Joan, this is Master Jean Lemaire, who has been assigned by the most reverend

inquisitor of France to assist us at your trial.

Master Jean has read all the reports of the preceding sessions and is therefore

well acquainted with your case.

I am, Joan, and I promise you that we will judge you justly. But you are an

unlettered girl, a need counsel.

You may choose one of the judges to advise you.

I thank you.

But I have no intention of departing from the counsel of my lord.

Will you swear to speak the truth on everything we ask you? I've come before

you countless times.

Again and again I have sworn you burden me too much. Have you heard your voices

recently?

Yes.

For a while they were silent. Now they speak to me daily.

Did they appear to you in your cell?

I do not always understand what they say.

My guards make too much noise. What do your voices tell you?

To answer you boldly.

Did they promise to deliver you?

St. Catherine told me that I would be rescued.

I do not know whether this means that I will be delivered by a French attack

upon this city of Rouen.

Or something else, but I was told that I will be freed by a great victory.

Can you remember the exact words?

Yes.

Accept everything with courage.

Do not fear your martyrdom.

For in the end you shall be in the kingdom of paradise.

What does the voice mean by your martyrdom?

I... I am not sure.

It may mean what I suffer here in prison.

Night after night I have no sleep and still I must come before you and answer

questions.

The same questions.

And before you have met with what I must endure in myself, without

breath, without breath, day or night,

I do not know how much more I will

have to suffer.

I refer myself to God.

Do you think you will go to the kingdom of paradise?

As surely as if I were already there.

This is a very grave answer.

Yes.

And I hold it for a great treasure. What was the sign you gave to your king in

the chapel of Chino that made him believe you were sent by God?

I think you've asked me that question a hundred times and I've told you again

and again you shall have no answer from me.

It does not concern this trial.

Was this sign made of gold?

Or silver.

Or jewels.

No goldsmith in the world could fashion a crest or sign so rich and fair.

It will last a thousand years.

Was it a crown?

I did not say it was a crown.

Well, what was it then?

If you wish to know, go to my king and ask him. This pilot mocks our court. You

ask me questions I have sworn not to answer, and yet you keep asking them.

What do you wish of me, that I perjure myself?

Marshal, stay your hand. Don't write that answer.

Joan, if we prove to you that you have acted against the faith, are you ready

to submit to the church?

I beg you to believe that I would never do or say anything against the church.

And if I had done such a thing, I would willingly reject it.

That is a good answer, Joan.

If you accept the decision of this court, you will reject your voices.

If you still maintain that your voices are right, you reject the church.

If you do not obey, you are a heretic. I will not reject the voices of my lord

nor the church.

It seems to me that it is all one.

Our lord and our church.

Why do you make such a difficulty about it? Why did you display your banner at

the coronation?

It had share in the toil.

It was only right that it should share in the honor.

Did the poor kiss your hands and garments and have masses set for you?

They came to me happily. How could I push them away?

And if they prayed for me, I believe they did no wrong.

Did you receive a sacrament in man's clothing?

Did you bless the weapons of your soldiers?

By what sorcery did you seek out your king? Did you bring a child back to life

at Lannis? You called you to save one saint from another.

My lords, I can answer only one at a time. To be sure of yourself, to be

proud, to be boastful, these are the sins of Satan.

She is a heretic, an apostate, and a sorceress.

And she must go to the stake.

But we must discredit her before she dies.

For she is not just a sorceress.

She is a simple, adored by the people of France.

If we burn her now, we make a martyr of her.

And that's exactly what her king wants us to do.

But if we can force her to recant, to abjure, to renounce her voices, her

mission, and her king, the people will lose faith in her and in the king that

was crowned by a heretic.

They will accept our Henry as the lawful king of France.

Very well, my Lord Bishop.

Proceed with your plan.

But let me remind you, the maid must die at the stake if you're ever to be

Archbishop of Rome.

It's nice out there.

It could be nice in here if you don't miss it.

Why, look, Winch.

I'd unlock your chains.

Give you a fresher chance to heal.

I'd loosen your fetters.

If you walk about the cell, I'd give you cheese and wine.

You'll be burned. You'll be burned in the square.

You'll die without knowing what it is to be killed.

Look at me.

Look at me once.

Take your hands, Robert.

Don't give me orders.

You're only a bailiff. I shall report you to the captain.

You know, I wouldn't do that if I were you, Frenchman.

You must put yourself in danger, Robert.

I'm not trying.

We think we know a way to save you, Joe.

I don't want to die.

But I cannot deny my voices.

I'll die my soul to save my life.

There's another way.

An appeal to the Pope.

These are technical matters, my child, but it seems that if you make such an

appeal, they cannot continue with this shameful trial.

According to the laws of the Church, they must send you to Rome or submit a

report and wait for the Pope's decision.

I wish I could go to Rome.

The Pope.

Believe me.

Who gave you permission to enter this cell?

Get out of here at once.

Do you submit?

I appeal to the Pope who is at Rome.

Take me there and I shall submit to him.

My Lord, she appeals to the Pope.

This is very serious, my lord.

She is within her rights. This appeal is suspensive.

We cannot proceed with the trial. We shall proceed.

But if we were to continue, the trial would be illegal and the verdict null.

You say, Joe.

The devil's tail, priest.

If I see you whisper to her again, I'll get thrown into the seine.

As for this appeal to the Pope, I refuse to allow it.

The king commands here, not the Pope.

He's paid a high price for this witch.

And he's also paying for your services, my masters, doctors, and bishops.

That is why I appeal to the Pope, who takes orders from no king.

The appeal is overruled.

Erase it from the record.

Yes, you're surely right what is against me, but nothing that is for me.

Take her away.

May I have your attention, my lords?

His Grace, the Bishop of Beauvais, sent me the articles of accusation of this

case and asked me to give him my opinion of the conduct of this trial.

Quite so, Your Grace.

But I could hardly hope that you would trouble yourself to appear in person.

I feared that my letter might become lost, as so many others have.

However, having witnessed today's session, I am ready to render my

opinion. Write this down, sir.

I, Jean, Bishop of the Branch...

declare that this trial is unlawful, that the appeal made by the accused and

witnessed by me, among others, is definitely and completely suspensive,

and that all future procedure of this case must be referred to Rome.

Why don't we go to my apartment, Sir Jason? If the maid's appeal is

overruled, it is further proof of the widespread rumors that circulate

throughout the Christian world that this is not a religious but a political

trial.

I warn you, you, the so-called judges, you may succeed in sending her to the

stake, but one day your English king will be ashamed of these proceedings.

Rome will declare the truth about this girl, and France will praise the maid

for its birth as one nation.

And as for you, Pierre Cochon, Count Bishop of Beauvais, I

declare you a traitor.

For you have betrayed your country and you betray your church.

Your Grace, at this time I cannot permit.

I will not permit.

It's spring, Father.

Yes, child, it's the ninth day of May.

We have tried to avoid this, Joan, but your stubborn and arrogant attitude has

left us with no alternative.

If you continue to hide the truth, if you persist in your heresy, you will be

put to the torture.

Joan, there is still time.

You must admit that your voices are evil. They have lied to you just as you

have lied to us. No, they tell me only truth.

Even though I don't know what they mean by my rescue.

And my victory.

God's ways are not always our ways.

You have asked for your torture.

If you tell me live from limits, separate my soul from my body, I will

not deny my voices.

And if I did, I would always declare afterward that you had compelled me to

say it by force.

I have asked my voices.

If I will be burned.

And they have told me to rely entirely on God.

Tomorrow morning, in the cemetery of Saint-Ouen, we have decided to hold our

last session.

With your physician's consent, we are taking Joan there. And if she again

refuses to observe, we are abandoning her and handing her over to the civil

authorities.

I shall order the executioner to be in readiness.

This Joan whom you see before you has fallen from error into error, from crime

into crime.

Never before in France has there appeared such a monster.

She is a witch, a heretic, a schismatic. Even her king himself is a heretic.

Because he sought to regain his throne with the help of such an apostle.

We brought you here to this sacred and ancient cemetery to give you your last

chance in public.

Will you or will you not revoke all the acts to which your voices drove you and

which way your judges have condemned?

I submit to God and our Holy

Father. The Pope is in Rome. We cannot go so far. You must submit to us. If you

do not, we shall hand you over to the executioner now.

I submit to God and our Holy Father. Our Holy Father, the Pope. You must submit

to us or die.

If you submit, we'll send you to a church prison.

Do you hear, John?

If you submit, you'll be taken to a church prison where there'll be women to

guard you. Step to it. Step to it.

In the name of the Lord.

Amen.

John.

He's reading the sentence of your excommunication.

Submit.

It means to submit to your judges.

If you do, you will escape the fire and you will be delivered from the English

prison.

Oh, sweet God.

Sounds good.

must receive her with penitence.

In the name of our Lord, amen.

At last you come back to the bosom of our mother church, and thus we absolve

you from the excommunication.

But in order that you should expiate your crimes, and to make sure that you

will not fall back into heresy, we condemn you to perpetual prison, to the

bread of sorrow and the water of affliction.

Father, take me to your church prison.

Give me women about me.

She's escaped.

You've deceived us, and you've betrayed the king.

If only you would trust her, Lord.

I've told you again and again. She will burn.

We shall catch her yet.

We will send you a woman's dress. Wear it. Do not wear the attire of a man ever

again. I'll obey.

I was afraid.

What I said was for fear of the fire.

I have damned my soul.

It has saved my life.

You speak.

My child.

Your woman's dress.

You haven't changed into it.

They come this morning to make sure you've kept your oath and you've broken

it.

You must put this on.

Put it on quickly before they arrive. The guards will unlock your bonds.

It's too late.

Exactly as I expected.

She has not kept her word.

She meant nothing of what she said. She meant all that she said, but we have not

dealt honestly with her.

The guards are still here, just as before. She has retained the clothes of

a man. She has broken her signed abjuration. We made it impossible for

her to keep it. You exceed your function here, Master Jean. I appeal to the

Inquisitor. She shall have her sentence and nothing else. One moment, my lords.

If this girl has been tricked into breaking her vow, I will not share in a

sentence against her.

If we leave your cell, all of us, will you put on this dress?

No, my lord, I will not.

I have heard my voices again.

They told me I did a very wicked thing by denying them, but they have forgiven

me.

I have faith in them.

have none in you.

This is a fatal answer.

Joan, do you know what this means?

It means the fire, your death.

To live without faith is more terrible than the fire, more terrible than dying

young.

I have nothing more to do here.

Send me back to God for whom I came.

Be of good cheer, Menard. It is all over.

Yes, the executioner will see to the rest. What shall I write for the

records?

Write that she has relapsed and that we are forced to abandon her.

Bishop, I die through you.

If she's excommunicated, why do they give her absolution and holy communion?

The bishop said give the maid everything she wants.

He's contradicting himself.

It's another proof of his inconsistency and guilty conscience.

It cannot take long to die.

There will be a little pain, but then it will end.

Pain won't be little.

But it will end.

I see it so clearly now.

My victory is my martyrdom.

State of God, forgive me. Forgive me.

God pardon us all.

what shame that after the abjuration of your arrows, the devil of heresy has

once more risen in your heart, and you have returned to your crime.

Therefore we, the judges, say and decree that you, Joan, commonly called the

maid, have been on the subject of your pretended divine revelations, a relapsed

heretic, a sorceress, lying, seducing, pernicious, presumptuous, seditious,

cruel, apostate, and schismatic.

And so we abandon you to the civil authority, requesting the same authority

that it may be pleased to moderate its judgment.

And if true signs of penitence should appear, that the sacrament of penance

may be administered to you.

I am a good Christian.

mistaken men.

Traitors to yourselves and your country.

You thrust greatness and an undying name upon your chief enemy.

Now the executioner has lighted the faggots and sends her spirit up from the

fire and casts her body to the wind.

And you shall never hear the end of this day's work.

The winning of a few victories, that could be put aside as a nine days

wonder. But you've made her a symbol.

And her ashes and her words will blow like seeds and take roots on deserts and

pavements.

They will flower into heralds and prophets to spread her fame.

This will be her age, her century, and all the

rest of us.

Priests and kings will be minor figures in her tragedy.

Father! Father, pray for me! I shall be damned forever!

I burn the saint!

Go, child of God, daughter of France.

Be with me always.

Be with me now through the darkness.

For I meant hurt to no one.

Let none be hurt for me.

Come to her assistance, ye saints of God.

Come forth to meet her, ye angels of the Lord.

Receiving her soul.

offering it in the sight of the Most High.

May Christ receive thee who hath called thee, and may the angels lead thee into

paradise.

And at the hour of our death.

Amen.

Jesus.