All language subtitles for Joan.of.Arc.(with Leelee Sobieski).1999.720p.WEBRip.en

Joan of Arc

Thank you.

Once, in a time
known as the Dark Ages

There lived a legend whose coming had been
foretold by the great prophet Merlin.

It was said that after nearly
a century of war

this young maiden would unite
her divided people

And lead them to freedom.

It did not say how...

- Is it alive ?
- Yes.

Oh, Dear God, thank you.

Let me see.

Oh !

Tell your brothers to leave.

Is it done ?

- Can you travel, wife ?
- Yes.

A fine time for the Lord
to give us a daughter.

Just when burgundian wolves
are coming.

Please, Jacques.

At least sons can work in the field.

Please. She doesn't cry.
No ! Jacques, please !

1412 - The Village of Domremy
(in the war zone of Northern France)

- Jacques !
- There's no time !

Isabelle, save our sons.
The soldiers are coming.

The soldiers are always coming--

Burning our villages,
stealing our food !

But I will not
lose my daughter too.

Look at her, Jacques.
She's beautiful !

Look at your child !
See what you would kill !

Move quickly !

Leave nothing for the burgundians.
Everyone and everything, to the fort !

Move it ! Move it !

Get the dogs into the pen.

1422 - Ten years later

Mama, Joan is here.

Boo !

No climbing, Joan.
He can't do all the things you can.

- You hear me ?
- I hear you, mama.

Slow down, Joan.

- It's too high.
- Maybe once it was,

but now it's just a sad, broken wall.

I don't think this fortress is sad.

It hides us when the soldiers attack.

- Hiding.
- All we do is hide.

One day we'll stop hiding.

When the Maid of Lorraine comes with
10,000 men to drive the english out.

- I can see Lorraine from here.
- You can ?

Yeah, it's just beyond the river.

- Can you see the Maid ?
- No.

It's too far. And anyway, nobody knows
what she'll look like or when she'll come.

When do you think she'll come ?

I don't know. It doesn't say.

What does it say ? That France
will be destroyed by an evil woman,

but it will be saved by a young maiden.

We're late !

Papa will kill me !

Joan ? Are you all right ?

hmm ?

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.

1429 - Seven years later

I tell you, Emile, I look in front of me
and all I see is France.

So how can Burgundy claim this part
and England that part,

when it's all France...

and we're all french ?

France should be whole.

- 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 !

Have pity.

Please ! My children are hungry.

Go home.

Home ! Now !

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 ?

At 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 !

- Emile !
- Joan !

Emile !

No !

Why ?

He was your best child !

Why ?

What did he do wrong ?

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.

I, uh, gather we're a bit late.

Yes, Sir Robert.

Just late enough to avoid any danger.

Just as your village avoids paying taxes.

You have not collected taxes...

because you have been hiding
in your castle from the burgundians.

If you had one, wouldn't you ?

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.

Have you seen Joan ?

Bye-bye, mama.

The City of Vaucouleurs
(under Burgundian siege)

Wait !

Go ! Move back !

Let's get these saddles off.

Rather wholesome 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 ?

All these animals are going nowhere

except 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.

Mm-hmm.

Sir Robert, someone must help
the king claim his crown.

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 ?

Yes.

You look strong enough to work.
Come with me.

- I want some for my son !
- And my friend !

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.

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.

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.

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.

So much has happened because of you.

Sir Robert !

The hens ! They're laying !

May I call your attention
to the skin ? Very crisp. Mmm.

And the meat, very tender.
In a word: perfection.

Ah, yes, Bertrand.
You never fail to... impress yourself.

I agree. I'm a marvel.

I've never had food
cooked by a man before.

It's expected that a nobleman's squire
might do a bit of everything.

I hadn't met a nobleman
nor a squire until now.

Someone douse the fire. We don't need
burgundian troops joining our blankets.

Whoa.

Mmm. You're right.
The chicken was tasty.

Thank you.

- Why for Charles ?
- Excuse me.

Well, you've run away from home...

and put yourself in danger, all for a
would-be king who cares nothing for you.

I don't expect him to care for me.

I expect him to care
for the french people. His people.

Yeah, I know. Nothing'll change
until France and Burgundy...

unite under one king
and force the english out.

- And Charles is their last hope.
- God help us all.

If you don't believe in what I'm doing,
then why are you following me ?

Following ?

Yeah, following.

I'm leading you, remember ?

And once you're safely in Chinon,
I'm going home.

I'm not a part of your fantasy.

The Loire Valley
(the front lines of English occupation)

Where are we ?

Orléans. The gateway to what's left
of our country.

See the smoke from the villages ?

- Someone's burning their way there.
- The english.

Once they've taken Orléans,

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.

- Who are you ?
- Nobody.

- A bit modest, don't you think ?
- No.

I only agreed to this...

because I felt I owed it to you.

But now this--
This--

Saint Catherine's sword ?

- Where's all this going ?
- I don't know.

I'm just taking it as it comes.

Well, it's an hour before daybreak.

I think we should go.

- Are you the Maid of Lorraine ?
- No.

Save us. Save us ! Save us, please !

Somewhere near
the Burgundian English border.

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 Orléans 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 after them !

There's Black Knights.
Let's get out of here !

- How many ?
- Too many.

Sire ! Sire !

Leave everything !
Leave the path horse !

Come over, Joan !

Take him across the river.
I'll distract 'em. Go !

What are you--
Jean !

Jean ! Hyah !

Over here !

Get off your horses !

Get off the horse !
You're too heavy !

Hyah ! Hyah !

Joan, grab your horse !
Grab the horses !

Black Knight ! Let's go !

Push ! Push !

Raymond ! Let's go !

Raymond !

Hyah !

- Raymond !
- No !

- No !
- Raymond !

There's nothing you can do !

There's nothing you can do !

The City of Chinon
(Charles's court)

Deliver this message
to no one but the Dauphin.

Poor Louis.

He has no anger for Raymond.

He's just blandly riding off,
delivering that preposterous message.

He believes in that message,
as he does you.

I don't know what I'm going to say.

You'll know it when you need it.

I grew up in Sir Robert's castle,

believing it was the world,

wishing there was more.

Now I know there is,
and I'm very grateful for it.

You're still leaving ?

I'm gonna take it as it comes.

It's not fair, you know ?

The Church has so many clever means
of raising revenue.

The most endearing
is the plenary indulgence--

paying to ransom
poor grandmama's soul from purgatory.

And people are grateful to pay.

His Majesty should realize
it is the power of holy intercession.

I'm speaking of the power
to collect money !

If I need revenue,
I must levy taxes and people complain.

His Majesty can collect revenue
by force.

The Church can collect
only through faith. Ah.

But it is you who wield the sharper sword.
I can only frighten them with prison.

You can frighten them with hell.

As his Majesty's spiritual advisor,

I would caution the king against feeling
too competitive with the Church.

Surely his Majesty does not mean to
disparage our tax-collecting efforts ?

Considering the endless war,
the loss of taxable land,

the slaughter of taxable men...

And the cost of an army that depletes our
resources while lacking the will to fight,

I think we do rather well.

I cannot stand that woman's laugh.
Have her removed.

Why don't you
shoo away all of these...

over-coiffed toadies.

Because my body warmth
in this room is so drafty.

What did I do ?

- Why us ?
- This way.

Sorry, ladies. Thank you.

Wait. Not you.

From Sir Robert De Baudricourt

with salutations and fealty
to his Majesty, Charles VII.

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 Trémoille,
will be seated on the throne,

and I shall be mingling
with the assemblage.

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.

Only 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 ?

Hmm.

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 Orléans.

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.

They're hungry for someone to
believe in. I saw it at Vaucouleurs.

Do you know they rallied behind me ?

A farm girl ?
They will rally behind you.

That has not been the case.

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.

It's not easy being king when
people neither love you nor fear you,

just follow you,
because you're all they have.

God wants you to be king, my Dauphin.

I always thought
I would be a good king.

Lift the siege at Orléans.
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.

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 Orléans 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.

What if she fails ?

If she fails, she's just
a deranged farm girl.

What if she succeeds ?

The Convent at Poitiers

- 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.

All I did was raise my arms,

and thousands of men
shouted out with one single voice.

You could have stood on your head
and gotten the same result.

They were eager to believe.

Mother Babette, do you believe
I'm the Maid of Lorraine ?

I believe in the girl
inside the costume,

and I think she should
believe in herself and not in legends.

Why did you agree to join me ?

You have the purest heart
of any child I've ever known.

And I fear what men
might do with that.

I'm not afraid.

Which is why I am.

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 Orléans.

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 Orléans ?

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 Orléans.

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 Orléans.

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 say that the people
of Orléans must be fed.

The City of Orléans
(now under siege by the English)

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 Orléans.

I've had enough of this.

I don't take orders from
women or children, and you're both.

Go back home or stay out of my way.

You want to command this army
without me ? Go ahead.

There's not a single soldier
who'll risk his life for you

if I'm not by your side.

You're my captain, Captain.
We do this together.

All right, but half the army
will stay behind to cover our tracks.

De Metz, keep the men ready to charge
in case we get in trouble.

If we get inside--

Stay here, wait for
the signal to attack.

Sir.

Jean won't be going with us ?

What could it be ?

I don't know, but there's
a bloody great lot of them.

Get Sir William !

Idiot.

You just let the Maid of Lorraine
into Orléans.

Prepare for battle !

It must be.

You'd better open the south gate.

Closing ranks.
They're getting ready for us.

Suppose it's too late to turn back ?

"Sir William Glasdale and men-at-arms...
surround the city of Orléans."

"You have no right to be
in this Kingdom of France."

"The King of Heaven sends you
warning through me, Joan the Maid."

"If you obey, I shall grant you mercy."

"If you refuse,"

"I shall raise a war cry against you
that will be remembered forever."

"If 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.

What they do to that boy--

You filled him with righteous nonsense.

They won't kill him.
He's worth a ransom.

The french can always be
counted on to pay.

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 the mud ensnared our horses...
and our men.

There were only 500 of them,
but their armor was lighter...

And their methods--

Their methods.

They slaughtered us like pigs.

Even after we had surrendered.

We should strike hard and fast, Captain.

But not the smaller forts.
We should win Les Tourelles first.

It's a fortress.
It's designed to keep people out.

But the english got in.

It's our fort. We built it.
Surely we can find some weakness.

Find one,

and I'll consider it.

- Is there anyone we can talk to?
- No. Well, there was.

Victor the gatekeeper.

He grew up here.
He lived in Les Tourelles, but--

What ?

He has the plague.

Keep this on.
You mustn't take it off.

And touch nothing.
You hear me ? Nothing.

And this cloak,
burn it as you are leaving.

For God's sakes, child, be careful.

Don't worry, Mother Babette.

I'll be all right.

I'd heard you'd come,

but I wasn't sure.

Now you know.

Do you know anything ? Walls ?

The walls are high and strong.
No weaknesses.

We were very proud of that.
The english.

- How did they get in ?
- Trickery.

Dead of night, they hid, fooled
the men into lowering the drawbridge.

They swarmed inside.
There was nothing we could do.

There must be a weakness,

someway to get in
that nobody knows about.

It's impenetrable,
like a stone chimney.

Chimney ?

- Was there ever a fire ?
- No.

No. We were very careful.

There wasn't even straw on the ground.

The ramparts, what are they made of ?

Wood.

Thank you, Victor,

from all of your countrymen.

- Thank you.
- Dear Maid ?

Yes ?

Bless me.

God brings you peace.

Thank you, Victor.

Thank you.

That's it.
This will protect you.

Thank you, Mother Babette.

Okay, they're bedding the horses
down inside Les Tourelles.

We need to set fire to the hay.

The smoke will force them
to lower the drawbridge.

Where we'll be waiting for them outside.
Make sense ?

We will take Les Tourelles first.

Don't get so excited.

Hoping to get a flame over the wall...

into a bale of hay is--

It's like trying to predict
where lightning will strike.

- But it's a good plan.
- If it works.

It's a good plan.

But while you're planning it,
the rest of us will fight like soldiers.

Then promise me that we will wait
another day for their response.

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 ?

Let's see what this boy has to offer.

- How much longer do we have to wait ?
- Until we hear the signal.

What if the trumpeter's lips
are frozen ?

Then you'll be spared from combat,
old friend, and live to see another day.

Right now, dying and going
to hell sounds very cozy.

- Didn't mean that.
- You're afraid, Bertrand ?

Never seen you afraid.

It was a long time ago since
I trained to be a knight.

Didn't succeed, and now
I've forgotten what I knew.

It'll all come back to you,

the moment you see those
ramparts lined with...

rows and rows of english archers.

I should've worked harder
at becoming a knight.

Then you would not have become my squire,
and I would not have known true friendship.

Don't be sentimental, Jean.
You scare me out of my wits.

We have to get into battle position.

- What about the signal ?
- There's your signal.

Everybody, battle positions !

Let's go !

Dominos probiscum.

In nomine Patris, et Filii,

et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

You didn't pray, Captain.

Whoa. I don't need prayers.

I've watched brave men pray
to live and die in agony.

And I've watched wounded men pray to die
and have to live in agony.

I watch my own back.

And now, maybe even yours.

Forward !

- 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 !

Aah !

Aah !

Aah !

Bring up your shields !

Go !

Fire !

Inside ! You have to
get the flame inside !

Keep trying !

Turn !

Aah !

Fire !

Aah !

Let's go ! Let's go !

Aah !

Aah !

- Put that fire out !
- Jean !

Aah !

- Jean !
- Watch your targets!

Ready ! Loose !

Aah !

Joan !

Aah !

Aah !

Joan !

Get her up ! Get her up !

Get her up !

Aah !

- It's all right.
- Aah !

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.

Aah !

Let me down. Let me down.

- Let me down.
- Easy. Easy.

Easy. Easy.

Aah !

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.

--The End of Part one--

In nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti,

I pronounce you man and wife.

Go in peace, my children.

My son.

God has blessed me
with healthy sons...

Who have taken
for themselves healthy wives.

Well, two or three so far.

Next will be our Pierre.

To the sons.

Jacques d'Arc.

To my sister Joan.

The Maid of Lorraine.

To the wives of my sons.

Though they be not of my flesh,

these two young lasses are more
daughter to me than one who thinks

she's as good as a man
and better than her own blood.

God puts us where he wants us.

And by God, it's up to us to stay there
and make the best of it.

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 !

You saved my life.

But you took away my honor.

The honor of killing another man ?

Killing that man.
It's what I've lived for.

Is that sort of honor
worth dying for, Captain ?

Yes.

Then the sum of your life
would have been just that.

How many men died yesterday, Captain ?
On both sides.

One thousand ?

Five thousand ?

What did you expect ?

A holy war is still a war.

Were those who fought for England
any less noble...

Than those who fought for France ?

You're asking me ?

No, Captain.

I'm asking God.

1429 - Rheims Cathedral

[ speaking latin ]

Guards are calling for you,
and will not be pacified.

It's the king's glory, not mine.

Come. It's everyone's victory,
and it will be over in a few hours.

Surely this is easier
than your day at Orléans.

In some ways, dear bishop,
I wish this were Orléans.

There I had a purpose.
I knew my place.

I had a dictate from God
to lead my army to victory, and I did.

Doing God's work is not
always so rousing, all grand.

You may find that the hardest things
you are called upon to do...

Will be the quiet ones,
the ones that have no triumphs.

Such as living at court
or standing behind your king...

or simply being a symbol.

I know a good deal about all of that.

But this work is every bit
as important as the other,

and it has its rewards, my child.

You can learn to read and write.

You can learn the discipline
of a religious order...

so that you may be worthy to know
the true will of God.

Bishop, I already know
the true will of God.

He instructs me directly
through his voices.

Your conviction that these voices are
a direct communion with the Lord our God...

is not only naive but dangerous.

You are very young.

Lacking religious training
and the guidance of the Church,

you are incapable
of judging the purity of these voices.

You cannot, must not,

put your trust in them.

Why not ?

Because it is human nature to believe
in the divinity of the messenger...

rather than the message.

This could lead you to the sins of
arrogance and pride...

and, ipso facto, corrupt the message.

Then what about Poitiers ?
The Church examined me.

They said that my voices were
real, a miracle. You said so yourself.

And so they are.

Your belief in your voices
has given faith to others.

In the eyes of the Church,
that which produces faith is a miracle.

But it does not mean...

that your voices were from God.

Dear girl.

I sense in you an excellent mind.

I entreat you to rise above
the simple thinking of a country girl.

If you are to do God's work,

you must strive to
understand the difference.

Then everything's been a lie.

You said my voices were a miracle,

so people believed
in this miracle and in me.

Don't judge harshly.

Come.

Join your king a top the steps
of the cathedral.

And from there,

look into the faces
of all the believers...

who have come to honor
your incredible achievement.

And then you will see your miracle.

Joan ! Joan !

People have come from all over France
for this great occasion.

You can't imagine
how far some people have come.

Pierre.

Ah !

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 they want 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 ?

The crown is on his Majesty's head.

Yet the jewels are on
the tip of his tongue.

- 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,

why would France sign a treaty
with 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,

let 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
I 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 ?
- Attack Paris.

Charles' treaty with Burgundy was
a death warrant for Champagne.

At the moment, thousands of french
loyalists are being slaughtered.

If we welcome you,
we can do it with a similar fate...

the next time Charles
needs a pawn in his game.

You're France's capital.
You must set an example.

Paris must swear allegiance to Charles.

Paris' only allegiance
is with the citizens of Paris.

We, the aldermen of this great city,
command you to leave us in peace.

Command ?

You dare command Joan the Maid ?

We will enter Paris by any means.

Be warned. The city is well armed.

The men of Paris,

every soldier, merchant and tailor,

will rise against you.

Don't respond. Leave yourself room.

Tell the tailors to put down their
needles and take up their swords.

The army of God is at hand.

No. We attack at dawn.

- Are you sure about this ?
- Yes.

But it's a sunday. It's a sacrilege
to fight on the Lord's day.

The burgundians may yet return.

I can't believe that God
would want us to wait.

You seem troubled, Captain.

Yes, I'm troubled.
Attacking Paris is madness.

The walls are too high.
Our ladders may not even reach the top.

And as for me, I'm paid to
fight soldiers, not tradesmen.

Are you still, after all,
just a mercenary ?

Paris is neither
an enemy nor a threat.

Our Lord said, "he who is not with Me
is against Me."

With Jesus ? Or with Joan ?

If you don't believe in me, leave.

At Agincourt,

I lost my faith in my country.

I came to believe in myself.

At Orléans, I lost my faith in myself.

I came to believe in you.

We are now both utterly alone.

Only I have the courage to admit it.

I will assume his command.

Paris

- We're getting slaughtered !
- We have to fall back, Joan ! We must !

No ! Move forward !

No !

Light up the night, Sir Bertrand.

Rheims Cathedral

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 embarrassed
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.

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 ?

Northern France
(Neutral Territory)

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 I ?

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.

Isabelle, 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.

Beauvais
(in the Northern district of Compiegne)

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.

Though you were born a common girl,

your courage and virtue
are surpassed by none.

It is one of the great
mysteries of the world,

the nobility of birth is often accorded
more credit than nobility of character.

But as king, I have the power
to alter that inequity.

Joan, who is sometimes
called Joan d'Arc...

and the Maid of Lorraine,

we do hereby confer upon you the title
of noble of the realm...

with all of the rights and privileges
opportune thereto.

And in gratitude, the crown exempts
for 300 years hence...

all taxes on the village of your birth.

And the title shall pass on
to all of your descendants,

so your name will live on
well after you.

Kneel, Joan.

From this day onward,

you shall be known as Joan De Lis.

The Flower of France.

Now rise.

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 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.

1430 - Compiegne

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 !

De Beaurevoir Castle
(deep in the heart of Burgandy)

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 ?

- Impudent 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.

But haven't they failed you
in allowing you to be captured ?

I did not wish to be captured,
but it's God's will,

a part of His plan.

What could this plan possibly be ?

I'm told that Charles
and I are being tested...

and that soon I'm going to have
to choose my own path.

It must be a remarkable thing...

to know within your own lifetime
you were born a legend.

I believe I would die
if I could not serve others.

My dearest girl.

I had prayed for a daughter,
but, uh, God never answered my prayer.

Until now, perhaps ?

You are so clever and so brave.

You are capable of more possibilities
than you even imagine.

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 ?

Ah.

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 !

Hold !

Sire, his Majesty is retired.

I've been waiting weeks to see him.

I want to know what he intends
to do about Joan.

Where is he ?

- Where are you ?
- Retired.

You brought her to this.

Mom.

Leave me.

I must be brief.

I know that 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 !

An English Prison in Rouen

Do any of you speak ?

May I know who's in charge ?

Bishop Cauchon, why am I kept
under english guard ?

Shouldn't I be moved to a church prison,
where I may receive the sacraments ?

These english have decided,

due to the gravity of the charges
against you, that you'll be guarded here.

- They claim it is for your own safety.
- Who are all of these men ?

Learned ecclesiastics
who'll act as assessors at your trial.

And you, dear bishop,
how do you come to be here ?

By special arrangement.

To do what ?

To continue the conversation we began
at the king's banquet.

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.

Rouen Courthouse

We should separate.

I'll go to the right.

In nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

Brothers in Christ,

the charges in this case are grave.

The accused is called a sorceress,

a false prophet, a blasphemer.

She is charged with inciting men to war,

with discarding the decencies
and proprieties of her sex,

with beguiling both princes and people,

with usurping divine honors...

and causing herself to be venerated.

You will be presented
with a young girl...

who claims she speaks with saints,

all bearing instruction
directly from God.

And it is here that you
must tread delicately.

because while it is remotely possible...

that the girl is divinely inspired,

the holy inquisitor's experience
suggests...

she has more likely been corrupted...

by the sins of arrogance and pride.

I advise you...

not to look for the usual
excesses of wanton behavior,

nor the outward marks of evil.

Instead, look at her excesses...

of religion and charity.

I warn you that the girl...

is neither liar nor hypocrite.

She believes she has been
instructed by God...

to commit the acts which form
the basis of the charges against her.

To be certain that these
things are not heaven-sent,

you must expose the sin of pride.

And that is difficult with this girl...

because her pride sits side by side...

with her innate humility.

I entreat you to guard
against your natural compassion.

It will cloud your judgment.

But neither should you indulge
yourselves in anger or pity,

for that is
the ultimate goal of evil.

The only guide that
will serve you well is mercy.

It will help you to learn the truth,

to know what is right...

and to help you save her immortal soul.

Produce the accused !

Quiet ! Quiet !

How are your spirits, Joan ?

They would be better, were I 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.

- Bishop, 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 your fake 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.

This trial seems unduly taxing on you,

brother Cauchon.

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.

We'll turn to the sign
you gave to Charles.

Was it from God ?

It was Saint Michael.

Continue.

It was he who accompanied me
to Chinon, unseen.

And it was he...

who showed me Charles
hidden in the crowd.

And then afterwards when
I was alone with Charles,

he showed himself to Charles...

and he produced
a magnificent golden crown.

And he said that
Charles should take it...

so that he can become king.

And then he bowed and disappeared.

He bowed and disappeared ?

Yes. He bowed and disappeared.

What did Saint Michael look like ?

Saint Michael was tall,

with long, dark hair,

big, warm, blue eyes.

And on his head...

he wore a crown...

with six points.

It's really very simple, brother Cauchon.

She grows more arrogant by the day,

and when forced to choose between her
unnatural clothing and the Church--

What do you think of her description
of Saint Michael ?

Appalling. Ridiculous.

That description is how he exists in
books carefully guarded in the Vatican.

And they are wrong.

It was probably that village priest...

who filled her head with stories
and fairy tales...

that brought her to this wretched end.

How ever she learned
the description of Saint Michael,

it does not change the fact
that she puts herself above the Church.

She is an unrepentant heretic...

and she will burn.

And you, brother Cauchon ?

You're only working
for your own salvation.

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.

Aah !

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.

Bring them back.

Put them next to her.

Tempt her.

What are you doing ? Go away !

- What are you doing ?
- Be quiet !

- What are you doing ?
- Stop screaming !

Go away ! Don't touch me !

Get out ! Go away ! Go away !

Poor Joan.

She never understood the keys
to survival:

manipulation, compromise
and a well-turned phrase.

But I'll give her this:

she made an excellent kingmaker,

and I shall make an excellent king.

Your Majesty speaks
of Maid Joan in the past tense.

You could still rescue her.

Rescue a heretic ?

Shall we ?

I'm finding Cauchon.

One hour, or we attack.

only a few minutes.

Joan ? Joan ! Hey, hey.

It's me.

Whoever did this will pay.

Joan.

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. 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 !

God !

God !

Oh, God !

Jesus !

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

For France !

As Joan predicted, 7 years after her death,
Burgandy joined with France

and drove the English out.

Charles reigned sucessfully
for another 30 years.

Joan !

Cauchon was installed as Archbishop
to the Diocese of Rouen.

No.

Jean De Metz never married.

Isabelle ultimately succeeded in
having her daughter's verdict rescinded.

Joan was canonized 500 years later.

Witnesses at Joan's execution, claim
that her heart never burned.