All language subtitles for Joan of Arc (Christian Duguay, 1999) [92 min] Part 2.english

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.

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.

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 orleans.

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

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.

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, housands 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 orleans,
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.

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

we must !

No !
move forward !

no !

Light up the night,
sir bertrand.

I regret having missed
spirited conversation...

Between yourself
and our dear young maid.

Most spirited in the telling, no doubt,
than in the actuality.

No doubt.

I've been giving
much thought...

To the pastoral needs of our
brethren in the north.

The district of compiegne
in spiritually deficient.

Burgundy...

Is further deprived
by its lack of a bishop.

Now, it strikes me that they could
benefit from the moral authority...

Of a prelate not unlike yourself.

I'm honored by
the archbishop's endorsement,

but I am quite content with my
appointment to the king's court.

I was not, in fact, soliciting
your opinion on the matter.

I'm transferring you to beauvais
in the district of compiegne.

You will henceforth
be their bishop.

I'm being sent into exile.

My words against the maid have
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?

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.

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?
- 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.

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, 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."

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 here by confer upon you
the title of noble of the realm...

With all of the rights and
privileges opportune there to.

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.

Joan! I have a map
of compiegne here.

Jean, you have
to listen to me.

We may not have the chance
to speak again.

If I'm captured or killed, you must not risk
yourself or the lives of our men to save me.

I know that this is hard
for you to understand.

But you must stand behind charles.

Promise me that you'll
finish what we started.

Swear it.

La hire !
la hire approaches.

Burgundians.

no !

no !
It's as I told you.

Joan.

Joan !

Madame.

So, this
is the maid.

- Why have you stopped eating ?
- I've heard that you intend to sell me to the english.

Rumors in a place like this
are like water.

Not to be trusted. I'd rather
die than be in english hands.

- What will it take to make you eat ?
- I will eat...

If you send a message to the king
telling him of my situation.

So that he may
shed a tear ?

So that we will do what
god expects of him next.

And what may that be ?

Why don't you send
the message and find out ?

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.

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...

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,
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 !

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.

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 no...
- 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.

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 !

Joan !

no.