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Thank you.

Is it alive?
- Yes.

Oh, dear God,
thank you.

Let me see.

Jacquemine! 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! - She doesn't cry.

Jacques, please!

Jacques!

Jacques!

There's no time!
- Jacques?

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.

Mama, Joan is here.

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?

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.

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?

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.

Young men. Ride to Vaucouleurs.

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 live
stock 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.

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.

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

A-and what makes you think
You poor, simple girl...

that you would succeed when the king's
loftiest advisors have failed?

Because I must. Just as you, sir Robert,
must send me there.

Sir Robert.

The Dauphin holds
the future of France.

Why do you call him
"Dauphin"?

Crowned or not,
Charles is our king by right of blood.

And if this inactive mongrel is
ever gonna be king,

we have to start calling
him "king"!

- Don't you think?
- I think he has to believe he is king.

He has to earn it.

- Uh, Jean?
- Hmm?

Send her back to her father for a
sound beating. - Yes, sir.

- Please, sir Robert...
- I said go!

I suggest you go home.

Unless you wanna see the Burgundians
destroy this place too.

I thought bigger towns
would contain bigger minds.

I was wrong.

So, you slept here all night,
and now you're hungry?

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.

That one couldn't stop crying
for two days and nights.

Maybe he just lost interest in crying.

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.

There are no eggs,
sir Robert.

Not since you turned
that peasant girl away.

Sh-she stole my hens?
Thief.

The hens are here,
but they refuse to lay.

Not one egg
from the lot of them.

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.

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.

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.

Where are we?

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

See the smoke
from the villages?

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

Once they've taken Orleans,

they'll finally be able
to cross the river Loire.

France's doom
will be sealed.

Then we have no time
to lose.

I've always wanted to visit the
Loire Valley. Not one of my better ideas.

I think we should turn back.

There's two ways to Chinon.
Across or around.

We have to take the most
direct route to Chinon.

This is my convoy and my
responsibility to get us to Chinon, alive.

We're gonna camp here
for the night,

and then in the morning
we'll take the route around.

Sire.

She's gonna get us killed.

This is not the work
of the Burgundians.

It's the black knights.
Filthy English.

The church
of Saint Catherine.

Daddy! Daddy!

I'm all right.
Tell the children.

Saint Catherine
is my patron saint.

She speaks to me.

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!

I thought England was cold,
but your precious Burgundy

can chill the bone as deep as
the foulest winds of Scotland.

Therein lies the problem
with you invaders.

Never satisfied.

Why this urgent visit?

You diverted troops from my siege
at Orleans to chase after a girl.

Not just "a girl,"
the maid of Lorraine.

Don't embarrass yourself,
Phillip.

The maid of Lorraine
is a fairy tale,

a bedtime story
for children...

and simpletons.

This girl has thwarted
my siege at Vaucouleurs.

Now she marches on Chinon.

She must not get
to Charles,

whatever it takes.

I thought we were superstitious.
You French are worse.

Never underestimate the power of a myth,
my friend.

We must find the maid
and kill her.

Halt in the name of England!

Where are you headed?

Halt there!

Get up.
Search the wagon.

Well, now.
Are you the maid?

Is your peasant daughter
still a maid? You!

Take her away!

Here.

Leave her! Leave her!

No!

Peasant dog!

No!

No!

Come on! Run!

Go 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!

- Raymond!
- No!

- No!
- Raymond!

There's nothing
you can do!

There's nothing
you can do!

Deliver this message
to no one but the Dauphin.

Poor Louis.

He has no anger
for Raymond.

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.

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-coiffured 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, La Tremoille,
will be seated on the throne,

and I shall be mingling
with the assemblage.

If she ferrets the true king, she'll 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?

Alone?

Shall I bid the others go?

Pull the door shut
when you leave, bishop?

My Dauphin,

I've been sent by God to tell you
that you must claim your crown

and unite the people of France.

And why do you imagine God has
chosen you for this holy mission?

I don't know. But I do understand
why he's been so insistent.

The English have begun
a siege at Orleans.

If the siege falls, you will never get to
Rheims and you will never be the king.

Do you presume to think
that this is news to me?

Then why haven't you sent
your army to raise the siege?

I can't.

I haven't the money
or the means.

Besides, no one believes
in France anymore.

They're tired of fighting.

You must have faith, my Dauphin,
and the people of France will follow.

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 Orleans.
Go in triumph to Rheims!

Actually,
there might be one way.

The army would never follow the Dauphin,
but they would follow the maid of Lorraine.

- But I'm not the maid.
- You'll have to learn to stop saying that.

- I don't know how to lead an army.
- You'll have to learn that too.

You'll be surrounded
by knights and commanders.

You won't have to do much,
just... just be the maid.

- My God did not send me for this.
- How do you know?

Couldn't this be god's plan?

You were sent here to convince me
to claim my crown. I'm convinced.

But Orleans
stands in the way.

I can't rally an army to lift the siege,
but the maid of Lorraine can.

- God would not want me to live such a lie.
- But is it a lie?

If God has sent you to lead
the french army to victory,

then might that stand to reason
that you are the maid?

Or... were you not really
sent by God?

I was sent by God,
my Dauphin, I assure you.

I'll need proof.

Can you give me a sign?

It's been hours!
What can they possibly be talking about?

She's the one! She's the one,
we've been waiting for.

God has sent her
to lead my army.

A rather impulsive statement,
your majesty.

She showed me a sign,
A sign from God!

- What sign?
- I'm sworn to silence.

Surely a man as devout as you wouldn't
expect me to break a vow to God.

If only we could be certain
of her purity.

The church is the best
arbiter of such things.

We can send her to the convent
of Poitiers to be examined.

Precisely.
Poitiers is a perilous journey.

Which is why you will accompany her
with an armed escort, dear friend.

My mission continues.

Then so does mine.

What if she fails?

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

What if she succeeds?

We observe that she is chaste.

... are clerics of the universe.
- 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 Orleans.

To lead?

Don't worry.
You'll be out front for all the cheering.

But around here,
grown men command.

If you'll excuse us, my dear,
the captain and I have work to do.

I'm leaving tomorrow.
- Leaving?

You won't be with us
in Orleans?

Him?
He's a military advisor.

He sends other people off to die.

Shouldn't you
be in bed, child?

I want to know what's being planned for
myself and the men who've come to fight.

You may stay or you may go,

but be quiet.

The captain needs
to concentrate, my dear.

We know the English
have taken Les Tourelles.

They've practically closed
the circle around Orleans.

But this news
is three days late.

It takes about
four days to get there.

We have...

12,000 men,
half of them useless.

That leaves us
with a force...

Pardon me.
I've made this journey.

We can't get there
in four days...

with all the livestock for the troops
and the people of Orleans.

We only take enough
livestock to feed the troops.

Our objective is to raise the siege,
not to feed the masses.

Well, how long
will it take?

A week to travel?
Another to prepare?

And then how long to win?
If we don't feed them, they will die.

My dear, you are neither
a commander nor a soldier.

All you have to do

is play the maid and try
not to get yourself killed.

I'm not pretending, sir.

I'm here by the will of God,
with the authority of the king

and the
blessings of the church.

And I say that the people
of Orleans must be fed.

The circle's almost closed.
We'd better hurry.

Yes, we need to attack now.

The southwest gate is still free.
We can get the food inside.

Under a hail of arrows from english archers?
- They won't attack.

Look at those campfires.
The English have grown lazy.

They're not prepared to fight.

If we go inside peacefully, there's not
even a chance that they can react.

Then we can make our plans
from inside Orleans.

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.

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

If we get inside...
If we get inside...

stay here, wait for
the signal to attack.

Sir.

Jean won't be
going with us?

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 Orleans.

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 Orleans.

"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?

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?

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.

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!

Bring up your shields!

Go!

Fire!

Inside! You have to
get the flame inside!

Keep trying!

Turn!

Fire!

Let's go!
let's go!

- Put that fire out!
- Jean!

- Jean!
- Watch your targets!

Ready!
Loose!

Joan!

Joan!

Get her up!
get her up!

Get her up!

It's all right.

The witch is dead!

The maid is dead!

Down here.
Right here.

Why can't I hear
our men fighting?

The men have pulled back.
Let's take off her armor.

Sweet Saint Catherine.

Help me up.

Break the tip off of the arrow.

- Break off the tip.
- You'll bleed to death.

Break it off.

- Joan, one can't...
- Do it.

Bite down on this.

Let me down.
Let me down.

Let me down.
Easy, Easy.

Easy, Easy.

It's done.

Get me up.

Let's get her up!

Hold still.

- My horse.
- You can't ride a horse now.

My horse.

And my banner.

Remember, once we get inside,
we have to find Louis.

I am the maid.

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