All language subtitles for The.Last.Duel.2021.BRRip.x264-ION10

Turn to the right, milady.

Thank you.

That's it.

Herald: Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye!

Lords! Knights! Squires!

And all other manner of people.

That by the command of our lord,
the king of France,

it is strictly prohibited,

on pain of death
and the loss of property,

for anyone here to be armed,

or to carry a sword or dagger

unless he be one
who has the express permission

of our lord, the king.

Each man is to fight

on horseback and on foot,

armed in the manner that pleases him,

with any weapon or device
of attack or defence.

Except for weapons or devices
of equal design

or made with charms or spells

or any other thing that is forbidden
by god and holy church

to all good christians.

If either combatant should carry
onto the field of battle

any arms that have been
forged with spells,

charms, enchantments,
or any other evil arts,

then so shall the malefactor be punished
as an enemy of god

or as a traitor

or as a murderer.

Jacques: Tighter. Tighter.
Servant: Monsieur.

Man: Knights, proceed.

Man 2: Let them go!

Let them go! Let them go!

Man: Come for your fight!

You're all gonna die!

You're all gonna die like pigs!

Come on, then!

Come on, you failed scum...

We cannot just sit here.

Man: And fight!

Jean, we were ordered by Pierre
to hold this bridge.

Orders be damned. For the king.

Jean: For the king!

Men: For the king!

Thank you.

Jean: I will make no apology
for how you men fought today.

It was an honour to be there with you.

Limoges is lost.

And our allies have failed
to take the port at brest.

Our new lord, Pierre,

has now resigned the campaign
and orders us home.

We move at dawn.

Men: Hear, hear.

Man: To the king.

Evidently, Pierre is not happy.

Lives were saved.

Not in limoges.

Let us return home, my friend.

You saved my life today.

Thank you.

Gatekeeper: Declare yourself!

Squire Jean de carrouges.

Son of the captain of this fort.

Gatekeeper: Open the gates!

It's a great honour for Pierre

to have chosen
your father's castle for this ceremony.

I shall be prepared
to assume this captaincy

upon my father's passing.

Pray it is not for many years.

Father. Mother.

Captain. Milady.

Squires.

Do not keep our lord Pierre waiting.

Man 1: Become your man.
I shall serve you for life.

Man 2: So, lord, I become your man.
I swear I shall serve you for life.

Man 3: Milord, I become your man.
I shall serve you for life.

Man 4: Milord, I become your man.
I swear I shall serve you for life.

Lord, I become your man.
I swear I shall serve you for life.

- Lord...
- Pierre: Closer.

Lord, I become your man.

I swear I shall serve you for life.

Declare yourself.

It is I. Helen of Troy.

Le gris.

Jacques: It's good to see you,
my friend.

Though I do not come only as a friend.

I'm afraid there's more to my visit
than I have let on.

Speak.

Pierre has charged me
with the collection of debts.

I see.

I have already visited
all the other tenants in his domain.

And now...

You have come to see me.

I have come to see you.

These levies are for military defence.

And you know as well as anyone
our enemy's present.

And we need to be ready.

When have I not been ready to stand
and fight for my king?

Jacques: You have.

More than any other.

But that's not all this Pierre wants.

No, what Pierre wants...

Pierre wants the money
that he's rightfully owed.

I don't have it.

This plague has carried off
half my workforce.

My rent collection is down.

My fields yield half what they used to.

And the cost of labour has now risen.

Yes.

How is it the other vassals paid?

They paid because I had to insist.

I see.

And now, you insist upon me?

Let me talk to Pierre.

He's not without reason.

I will explain your situation.

You are a true friend.

But I cannot return empty-handed.

Of course not.

Thank you.

Let me see what I have at hand.

- Jacqu es: Think about this.
- I have.

You have not.

I will be fighting
under admiral de vienne.

The English are looting
the cotentin peninsula as we speak.

This plague has taken your wife and son.

Jean: I will not stand by
whilst lower normandy falls.

Do not let this obduracy take you.

You have no heir.

If you die, all you have
will revert to count Pierre.

A fact not lost on Pierre, I'm certain.

He does not favour me as he does you.

Jacques: No, you have much to live for.

What do I have to live for, here? What?

A name.

It's too great and storied a name
for you to treat it so recklessly.

Your father has
the captaincy of belléme.

When he dies,
you will inherit that Garrison

and everything that comes with it.

And I am yourfriend.

And there are many others like me
who would prefer you not perish.

I don't embark
on this campaign recklessly.

I don't embark on it just to fight.

Then why?

Jacques.

I am

broke.

I need money.

Townspeople: Long live the king!

Long live the king!

- Man 1: They're back!
- Quick! Come on! They're back!

Woman 1: I'll take that from you.

Woman 2: Let me help you, sir.

Woman 3: Turn around, please, my lord.

Woman 4: Lift, lift your arm.

Woman: Take them more bread.

Over here. They want some more.

Robert de thibouville.

He's providing
shelter and vittles for us.

De thibouville?

Did he not side with the English
against us at poitiers?

Yes, but he was pardoned
along with the others.

He's with us now.

And he'll stay that way
if he knows what's good for him.

Steady, Jean.

It's a roof over our heads.

Besides,

he has quite the wine cellar.

Jean: What a beauty.

She is a de thibouville?

Yes. Her name is even older than yours.

She's his only daughter.

There's a dowry to be had.

Of course, a man would
have to bear the Mark

of her father's disgrace...

I don't imagine
one would suffer too greatly

at the task of producing an heir.

Gentlemen, welcome.

You fought bravely.

Thank you for hosting us.

- I would like to introduce...
- Jean de carrouges.

Your reputation precedes you.

As does yours.

It's my pleasure
to host you and your men.

It is only just to support the men
who fight for the king.

Some lessons are learned
later in life, hmm?

Allow me to introduce my daughter.

Marguerite.

Marguerite, this is
squire Jean de carrouges.

Milady, I'm pleased to meet you.

Pleasure is mine.

Robert: The dowry
includes this parcel as well.

Starting at the hunting grounds.

Jean: What of this here?
The one to the north?

Aunou-ie-faucon.

As I say, starting
at the hunting grounds.

Jean: I'll have
that piece of land as well.

Most certainly.

All: Amen.

I'm a very jealous man, milady.

Tonight, you are mine
and will dance with no other.

And every night hereafter.

No need to worry.

Jacques: This is it.

Property starts at the river mouth

and extends all the way
to the hill beyond.

Jean: So, this is aunou-ie-faucon.

This was meant to be
part of Marguerite's dowry.

She loved it here.

And Pierre simply gave it to you.

In appreciation of my service.

His accounts were in complete chaos.

Once I was able to reorder them
and collect the rents due,

everything started functioning properly,
and his fortunes turned.

Gave me this as a sign of his gratitude.

It's not my doing.

The count is generous and impetuous.

Let us eat.

Marguerite: I wish you'd seen
the gardens at aunou-ie-faucon.

We had roses and lavender.

Then, we shall have those here.

I remember my father built a swing
on the largest tree in the estate.

I will find the largest tree
and do the same.

I have such wonderful memories
of my summers there.

Jean: It's a pity Pierre took
that estate from your father.

I know you miss it.

It's the only way he could pay
what he owed.

Pierre then just gave it
to Jacques le gris as a gift.

Do all squires enjoy such lavish gifts?

Le gris more than most.

He has become Pierre's most trusted.

Perhaps aunou-ie-faucon
is not gone for good.

Perhaps I shall not let that rest.

Jean.

My love, I have bled for this king.

He knows of me.

I may have more power than you think.

I know how powerful you are.

This land was promised to me
as part of my wife's dowry.

The petition is denied.

This decision comes directly
from his majesty, the king.

Are you squire Jean de carrouges?

That is I.

What does it say?

'Tis your father.

Jean: Open the gate!

Open the gate!

Jean: Leave us.

I was in Paris when the news came.

Your father died quietly.

In his sleep.

I am lost.

They tell me I'm to leave here
within a month.

You will do no such thing.

I will assume the captaincy.

You will keep your quarters,
your servants.

Everything will be the way it was...

Jean, have you not heard?

You're not going to follow
in your father's footsteps

as captain here at belléme.

What do you mean?

Why did you have to sue the count
for a piece of land?

Just to impress your bride.

That land was promised to me.
It was an appeal.

And now, you've made an enemy
of count Pierre.

It was right.

Right. There's no right.

There is only the power of men.

You sued him,
and you've made a powerful enemy.

Your father was a hard man

but there was much about this world
that he understood.

Who then will assume
my father's captaincy?

Pierre: Good day!

Join us, my squire.

This is a day for celebration.

I will not be staying, milord.

I do not wish to interrupt
such an occasion,

but my honour compels me to speak.

I was angered, but I spoke well.

I said to Pierre,

"can you stand there,
as a man of honour, as my liege lord,

"and say that I am not man enough
to assume my rightful captaincy

"that my grandfather and my father held
for the last 20 years of his life

"and take command of that Garrison

"and hold the fort of belléme
for my king?"

And what said Pierre?

And there was le gris,

whose life I saved, sitting by his side

with his captaincy,
not even man enough to look at me.

He poisons milord with evil advice.

Whispered in his ear,
blackening my name.

Surely, you did not say this.

You did.

We are no longer welcome at court.

Jean...

So be it.

Milord.

Jean, an invitation has arrived.

Your friend Jean crespin
has invited us to his home.

They are celebrating
the birth of their first child.

It's a boy.

Oh, wonderful news.

It's been a year since belléme.

Perhaps we may show our faces

so they know we carry on
in spite of this injustice.

A healthy child in these times

is cause for a celebration.

Do you think I would deny
the rabble of argentan

the sight of a true noblewoman?

Have a gown made.

Man: This one is ready.
We need more hay over here.

I am very glad you chose to attend.

This will only do you good, my love.

Jean, I'm very pleased to see you.
It's been a long time.

Congratulations, my friend.

- Milady, you look lovely.
- Thank you.

Please, you're most welcome.

Pardon me, milady.

- Le gris.
- Carrouges.

Pax! Well done! Well done, all!

Let there be no ill will
among the servants of the king.

He needs us all right now.

Hear, hear. Well spoken, old friend.

Marguerite, come.

Give our old friend a kiss

and show the good faith
of the house carrouges.

I will return in just a few months,
my love.

I will be safe and well attended to
by Alice and your mother,

but I will miss you.

This is what I do.

Let me provide for you.

And what of you?

I have all that I need.

Except an heir.

My love.

It comes as god wills it.

Be thou a knight in the name of god.

Rise.

Jean de carrouges!

In honour of your service to our king.

Quiet!

Be thou a knight in the name of god.

Rise.

All right, men!
Make preparations for battle!

Sire?

Why do they run?

Why do they run?

For the king!

Boy: Our lord returns!

They're coming!

Our lord returns!

Our lord returns!

Our lord returns!

He's coming!

Welcome back, sire!

Marguerite: Milord, you are not well.

This fever is all I've brought back
from that wretched place.

As well as your knighthood.

Tomorrow, I must go to Paris.

I'll be away one week.

What do you want?

I'm owed money by the treasurer.

Jean, you are unwell.

He's well enough to travel.

To Paris?

That's three days' ride.

Jean: And argentan.

Duty demands that I report to Pierre.

They will admire you as a knight.

And you will confound

those who had not expected
you to return, sir Jean.

Sir Jean de carrouges?

Signature here.

300 gold pieces.

Man: Sire.

I will be in my chamber.

Goodnight.

My love?

What is the matter?

Has my mother quarrelled with you
yet again?

No.

Jean: I have missed you.

Did you not miss me?

I missed you more than you know.

Then let us go to bed.

- What? What is it, my love?
- I...

Uh...

Uh, when... when you were gone,
there was a day

when your mother had business
in Saint Pierre.

Yes.

She took the servants with her
on her errand, and I was left alone.

Did she not leave Alice?

I told her in no uncertain terms.

She took all the servants.

Shortly after, a man came unannounced.

I knew the man, so I let him in.

But he was not alone.

He attacked me.

He pinned me down, I protested.

I screamed, I cried out as best I could,
but there was no one here.

I was overpowered.
There was nothing I could do.

I was raped.

Who? Who did this?

Who?

Jacques le gris.

Are you telling me the truth?

Yes. Yes.

- Are you telling me the truth?
- Yes, I am telling you the truth.

You must believe me.

You must.

You are my beloved.

Here.

I was not here to protect you.

Please forgive me.

Please.

Jean.

I want him to answer for
what he has done.

And he will.

He will.

Man 1: Collect the swords!

Man 2: Show them in, please.

Man 3: Take the horses down.

Move them aside.

Man 2: Show them in, please.

J Ean: And so, / ask for your help.

Marguerite is my wife,
and she has been wronged.

I will not allow this to go unpunished.

Your only Avenue is through Pierre.

Though I doubt
he will give you a hearing.

Tell the story you've heard today.

Tell it anywhere you can
and to all who will listen.

We will be the subject of gossip.

Jean: If the story is known
across normandy,

Pierre will have to Grant us a hearing.

I have a plan.

I request a due! To the death.

This custom was outlawed years ago.

Not so, your grace.

Man: It is true that no duels
have been fought during your lifetime,

though it remains
acceptable as a venue...

Jean: It would require a full convening

of the assembled
parliamentary body of Paris.

All 32 members of your majesty's court.

One of us has lied.

Let us let god decide.

Sir Jean, if you lose this duel,

thus proving these accusations false,

your wife would suffer
dire consequences.

God will spare those who tell the truth.

And the truth will prevail.

I am not afraid.

Excellent.

Bailiff: His majesty, king Charles vi!

King Charles vi: What is your business
today before this court?

Most excellent and powerful king

and our sovereign lord,

I present myself,

Jean de carrouges,

knight,

as an appellant in your court

and hereby do accuse this squire

of a most foul crime

against my wife,

the lady Marguerite de carrouges.

I charge that during the third week
of this January past,

this same Jacques le gris

did feloniously

and carnally

take my wife against her will
in our house.

And if this said Jacques le gris

denies his crime,

I stand ready

to prove my charge
by my body against his

and to render him dead
at an appointed time.

Man: Come for your fight!

You're all gonna die!

You're all gonna die like pigs!

Come on, then!

Come on, you failed scum...

We cannot just sit here.

Man: And fight!

Jean, we were ordered by Pierre
to hold this bridge.

Orders be damned.

Jacques: They're baiting you, Jean.

They want us to leave the bridge
so they can take limoges.

Then they shall have their wish!

My son is a fool. Let him go!

If he goes alone, he will die.

For the king!

All: For the king!

I know he is stubborn.

Pierre: Yes, stubborn,
difficult, jealous,

rash, dim-witted,
irascible, dim-witted...

Yes. Yes, yes, I know, milord.

Stupid. He does not exactly
yield his rents on time.

But I count him as a friend.

He disobeyed me
and let limoges fall.

He believed he would succeed.
His intentions were good.

He's no fucking fun.

You mean, you'd like to see
more of his gloom here in argentan?

He postures and mopes about
like a black cloud.

Milord, I have fought with him and seen
the worst of this world with him.

He is loyal.

Yeah. So are my fucking hounds.

As you wish. Take your leave.
Do as you like.

I think very little of his character.

However, I think a great deal of yours.

It's the quality
that most recommends you.

But do not let your loyalty blind you.

- Thank you, milord.
- Yes.

Le gris?

The gold? Or the sandal?

-Gold. 4ndeed.

The gold.

Man: No, no. I know, I know...

Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Under ordinary circumstances,
your hostess, the viscountess,

my wife, lady Marie chamaillart,

would see the sun come up
with all of us,

sing louder, dance more

and drink you all under the table.

However, she's fast at work
growing our eighth child

in 14 years of marriage.

Well, goodnight, dear friends.

I shall wait up
for absqutely none of you.

Especially my husband.

Goodnight, dear.

My love.

- Hear, hear.
- Guests: Hear, hear.

Goodnight.

Well, now, perhaps the evening
can truly begin.

Where were we?

Uh... latour, read.

I do not read Latin.

You do not even read.

I will read. The book of love.

- Guests: Ooh.
- Rule number 24.

Anyone?

Squire?

"A new love expels an old one."

Too true.

Well, it appears we have a squire
with a hidden talent.

Read, do read.

The rule of love number four.

"Love is always growing,

"or diminishing."

Insolent bastard!

He knows you.

"Nothing prevents a woman
from being loved by two men.

"Or a man from being loved
by two women."

Well read.

Oh. Come, come.

If you run, I will only chase you.

Wow, he grows serious.

Woman 1: No! No! No!

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

This customer is rough.

Woman 1: No!

Jacqu es: And strong.

Here, come take some evil inside you.

- Woman 2: Pierre!
- Oh.

Come, Pierre.

Pierre: Great!

Pierre.

Pierre.

Pierre: Life is good.

Jacques: The onves
have not slept, either.

Your wife will awaken soon, milord.

Best be in there when she does.

Pregnant and hysterical.

I prefer to take my chances
with the wolves.

So, tell me, squire,

how does a man of war
become so learned in letters?

I was born
with neither a name nor wealth.

I prepared for a life in the church.

The requirements

did not suit me.

No, no.

A libertine after my own heart.

That always came to me easin.

Does that knowledge
also apply to numbers?

It does, milord.

Then let me share this with you,
and this stays between us.

Of course.

My accounts are in disarray.

Would you mind bringing your expertise
to bear on my finances?

How can this be?

Rents are late to come in.
The accountants are careless.

Milord, these nobles are holding
the money

that they are meant to yield up to you.

The plague has carried off
half our workforce.

Crop yields are down.
Labour costs are up.

I understand the numbers,

and absolutely none of this
is your concern.

You need to be prepared to raise an army
at a moment's notice.

None of this works
if you're not solvent.

And when they say they do not have it?

Well, let them say that to me.

Well, then.

I was trying to have a word
with your lord.

This matter is between us.
Do not interrupt me again.

All right, let us look at the map.

Shall we?

There is, of course,
my property here at bourg.

No. My good man, no.

What's this here?

Robert: Aunou-ie-faucon.

It's one of my most valuable estates.

It is to be part of my daughter's dowry.

I cannotjust give it to him.

My friend, Pierre's not asking you
to give him your finest estate.

But aunou-ie-faucon
is worth twice what I owe.

Well, think of how good it will feel
to be completely without debt.

Pierre: Have you heard?
Reports from the north.

They say there's a father so desperate,

he'll marry his own daughter
to Jean de carrouges.

Indeed?

Yes, Robert de thibouville, the traitor.

Carrouges needs an heir.

Is she the only
noblewoman in normandy?

Jacques: He needs money as well.

There's much to recommend her.

She's rich, young.
They say she's beautiful.

Yes, and her father betrayed the crown.

I make no apologies
for Robert de thibouville.

Yeah. Only a shame
he wasn't beheaded for his treason.

He would have been spared
the sight of this humiliation.

Gently.

Yeah. Here, boy.

Stag's blood.

Badge of honour.

Badge of honour.

Well done, etienne! Uh, Charles.

What?

Jacques: He's suing me.

Oh. Come in. Take your pants off.

Jacques: He's suing me!

- Who?
- Jacqu es: Me!

For land that is rightfully mine.

Jean de carrouges has filed a lawsuit
for a piece of property.

Why would he sue you
for a piece of property?

Because you gave it to me.

He's suing you, too. He's suing us both.

I fail to see
the amusement here, milord.

How do you sue for that
which was never yours?

Pierre: My squire.

Will you finally submit that I was right
about Jean de carrouges?

He's saying he will take the matter
to the king.

He has bled for this king.

My cousin, the king.

Woman: Pierre.

So have I bled. So have you.

My friend, this matter is settled.

I'd hoped to surprise you at court.

Now, you have barged in and cast a pal!
Over a rather promising evening.

So, I will tell you now.

Jean de carrouges will not be
the new captain at belléme.

You will be the new captain at belléme.

As if by magic.

Carrouges will be furious.

Too true.
Now take your fucking pants off.

Minor delay.

Who wants to help me
restore my previous state?

Come here.

Come down, my boy! Le gris!

I will protect this fortress of belléme

and command its Garrison as captain

to the best of my ability

against any and all enemies of my king.

Pierre: Jacques le gris.

Captain, rise and be recognised.

Pierre: Good day!

Join us, my squire.

This is a day for celebration.

I will not be staying, milord.

Good god, man,
tell me you're not here to sue me again.

Mock me, if you may,

but you cannot change right from wrong
nor wrong from right.

Enlighten me, my squire,
as to what is right.

For as I see it, last time you emerged
was to file suit against me

for land I lawfully owned

and gifted
to my most faithful of squires

for services rendered by him unto me.

What claim could you possibly
have had to this land?

You have owned it never.

I know all about your squire.

The squire you gifted the land to.

The one who holds a captaincy now
that is rightfully mine.

My friend, please.

- Come, let us talk in private.
- No! No! No!

I shall be heard!

I do not accept this!

My father, for 20 years, my father...

I've waited for 20 years!

There's not a nobleman in this hall
who would speak ii! Of your father.

You ask for my rents, I yield them up.

Here, as a man of honour,

you say I am not the captain?

You say to me I am not the captain here?

I say to you whatever I like.

I decide who is the captain at belleme.

That is what you prize.

That. That sycophant.

Sycophants all!

I will sue! I will sue you for this!

In just three years,

you've managed to marry
a traitor's daughter,

sue me for land
that never belonged to you

and to stand before me
for the second time in as many years,

threatening once again to sue,

all while speaking of duty and honour.

This is how you serve me?

I serve the king.

The king.

The king.

Heaven and earth!

Heaven and earth what?

Jacques: 14.

37.45.

15.17 borrowed...

Come.

Hello.

Thought you were asleep, milord.

Aye, great,

good friend. No, almost,

but I spied candlelight,
and I knew it must be you.

I work better alone.

You make it hard for a man
to get his work done.

I came here to tell you
I will not be joining you

for crespin's celebration.

Milord?

Too far a ride, too cold.

We'll stay here
and fuck women of our own.

No, I'm told
Jean de carrouges will be there.

It's time to heal this wound.

He will never change. Why even try?

Because a feud
between your lordship's vassals

brings naught
but trouble and distraction.

Pierre: Oh, good god.

And because I once stood godfather
to his late son!

I once held a place in his heart.

Do as you must.

You will get to see the mysterious wife.

Apparently, he's letting her
out of the dungeon for one time only.

One can only hope
he hasn't taken away her books.

Carrouges' wife reads?

In as many languages as you do,
I'm told.

Strange match.

It is. Will wonders never cease?

- Come to the celebration, milord!
- Pierre: No.

- Come!
- No.

Too much wine. My Latin fails me.

"We forgive a child afraid of the dark.

"Tragedy is men afraid of the light."

Your decency will be the end of you.

And there is no end to my decency.

No, milord!

Recalculate!

Sorry.

Jacques: I think you'd enjoy it.

We will ride from the valley
to where the river ends.

We could, uh, dine there.

My servants could prepare a picnic.

Oh, Jacques le gris, save your breath.

I've heard all about you
from the ladies at court.

They're... they're just boasting.

Carrouges.

Pardon me, milady.

Carrouges.

Le gris.

Crespin: Pax! Well done!

Well done, all!

Let there be no ill will
among the servants of our king.

His majesty needs us all right now.

Hear, hear. Well spoken.

Marguerite, come.

Give my old friend a kiss.

Show him the good faith
of the house carrouges.

Crowd: Bravo!

If we...

There.

I think... There you go.

It's a shame
we had not met until tonight.

Is it?

I had no idea what a lucky man
carrouges was

for having such a beautiful wife.

From what I have heard,

you have no trouble
acquiring beautiful women.

And from what I have heard,

we may have a great deal in common.

What could we possibly have in common?

Appreciation of one another's
extraordinary good looks.

You are quite talented
when it comes to flattery.

I only speak the truth.

And what else?

You are a reader?

Like myself.

Romance of the Rose.

I thought it rather dull.

Dull? The book is wretched.

I much prefer percival's courtesy.

It's a much more challenging
and interesting novel.

Smart woman.

Tell me.

He is na'ive & foolish.

Yet he is of so pure
a heart he's able to claim the grail.

I admire that.

I understand him.

He knows what he desires...

And doesn't give up
until he attains it.

Good minds belong together.

Don't get ahead of yourself.

Carrouges.

Your wife charms me, my friend.

To even think is to covet, my lord.

No less sinful than her coveting me.

Please forgive me. I wish...

Milord?

I've never seen you like this, milord.

Nor have I, my friend.

Word is not promising
on the Scottish front.

Perhaps the lady Marguerite's
already a widow.

I would not wager against
Jean de carrouges in battle.

What do you think
her and Jean speak about?

You think they read together?

But he's illiterate, though, isn't he?

The debt we owe to our friends
is the greatest of all.

Is it greater than love?

I didn't train him properly.

The fault is mine.

Herald: My lords! My lords!

I present the knight,
sir Jean de carrouges!

Milord, I return from the royal campaign
in Scotland to report to you.

Rise, sir knight, speak.

We found ourselves unwelcome
by our Scottish allies.

We laid siege at wark.

Louder, sir knight,
they cannot hear you in the back.

We laid siege at wark.

Pierre: Mm.

Jean: Milord, I return

with neither plunder nor prisoners.

And without five of the nine squires
under my command.

Indeed, I return a knight.

One who curses Scotland
and the hour I set foot there.

Pierre: Yes.

Word had arrived ahead of you

of your calamitous campaign.

A tragic result, Jean,

though, I dare say,
no fault of your command.

Men: Hear, hear!

Where are you off to now, Jean?

I'm bound for Paris.

I have business with the treasurer
for my payment.

Very good.

A good soldier and good fortune
are not long parted.

Jean: I return a knight.

That is the second time
you do not call me "sir."

There will not be a third.

No offence intended, sir Jean.

I will not be patronised

by this squire

who lies about court,

waiting to be feted with gift

upon gift upon gift

and risks nothing!

Nothing.

He may acquire more property
in this world,

find more favour...

Eat more, drink more,

bed more,

and otherwise,
call himself a man of arms.

But in this hall

and any other,

in my company,

he will call me "sir."

Sir.

Sir.

Indeed,

good sir.

Enjoy your time in Paris,

sir Jean.

That is all, Jean.

Milord.

Marguerite: Who's there?

It's, uh, I, Adam louvel, milady.

Adam louvel?

I'm ashamed to have
to ask a great favour.

My horse has thrown a shoe and...

Marguerite: Nobody's here.

I'm not permitted to open the door.

No, of course.

I just wondered if I could come inside
and warm myself while he's reshod.

I'm so sorry to have to ask.

For a moment. I hate to ask.

- Oh...
- Louvel: I...

Jacques: Milady,
forgive me for intruding.

I love you more than any other,
and I would do anything for you.

Everything I have is yours.

How can you speak to me like this?

Marguerite, what way then
would I speak to you?

Milady, you must know
it cannot be helped.

My love for you has consumed me.

How dare you?

Milady, when milord sets his course
for love...

- Do not speak!
- You must leave now. Please.

Jacques: You heard the lady. Leave us!

Milord.

- I am married.
- Yes.

You are saddled with a terrible burden.

A cold, callous man
who does not love you as I do.

Who cannot appreciate you
for the marvel that you are.

- Please.
- I only want for your happiness.

Icannotbear
to see you in such hardship.

I know
your house's finances are fragile.

My lord provides for me.

Yes.

But does he know you to be the most...

Exquisite...

Fascinating woman?

A woman

I would devote my whole life to.

Oh, hear me say I'm in love with you.

I know you love me, too. You must.

You must leave. Now, please.

Marguerite: Jeanette!

If you run, I will only chase you.

-Yes.

No.

No.

Please, no.

You fear yourself guilty, but, my love,

I beseech you, tell no one.

Jacques: For your own safety.

If your husband hears of this,

he may kill you.

Say nothing.

I will keep quiet, too.

Do not feel badly, my love.

We could not help ourselves.

Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.

Speak, my son.

I carry a sin
that weighs heavy upon my heart.

What is it, my son?

I have committed the sin of adultery

against a man
I once considered a friend.

You know your commandments?

Yes, father.

I ask forgiveness.

My son, Matthew tells us,

everyone who looks at a woman with lust

has already committed adultery
with her in his heart.

But is love a sin, father?

How can I seek absolution for love?

This is the work of the devil.

This temptress leads you astray.

Just as Eve lured Adam
from the divine path.

That is not love.

Then why?

God is faithful.

He will not let you be tempted
beyond what you can bear.

This is a test.

- Pierre: My friend.
- Milord.

Sit.

You will need to sit.

Drink this.

You should drink all of it.

There is no other way to say this

than to speak plainly.

A most unspeakable charge
has been brought against you.

Jean de carrouges evidently,

among others,

has been telling any and all
who will listen

that you...

Took his wife against her will.

I know not what to say.

Why would she say that?

Jacques, it is you and I here.

I must know. This is a serious matter.

The accusation is false.

Of course, she made the customary
protest, but she is a lady.

It was not against her will.

Why would I ever need to do that?

Have you ever known me
to lack the company of women?

But you have not been yourself of late.

It is true, I confess,
it is a feeling I've never had before.

A love...

That I've never known. It...

It's taken all my strength
not to return to her.

We knew it was wrong,

I confessed my adultery,
and performed my penance.

But I swear to you,
this charge of rape is false.

Of course it's absurd.
It's as I suspected.

But I must defend my name.

No, you must do no such thing.

On my honour, I will, milord. I must.

I know you yearn to defend your name
and your honour,

but the common mind has no capacity
for this sort of nuance.

They simply don't understand the world
as we do.

They see villains and heroes,
that is all.

Milord...

Deny, deny, deny.

Everywhere, always, at all times,
and to all men.

You did not commit adultery.

Itneverhappened.

There is no proof.

It will always be your word
against that of Jean de carrouges.

Yes, milord.

Of course we will have to endure
a public trial,

charges of rape
will be brought against you

and a verdict will be rendered
by your overlord

adjudicating this matter who,

as the fates would have it,

happens to be me.

I hereby find said Jacques le gris
to be completely innocent

and wholly without guilt.

I order the criminal complaint annulled

and stricken from the record.

Let there be
no further questions about it.

Let there be no more gossip,

the penalty a punishment by my hand.

Is that understood?

As to the sworn testimony
of lady Marguerite,

one can only come to the conclusion
she must have dreamt it.

Now, have these findings
sent immediately to Paris

before this insouciant knight troubles
our king any further with this nonsense.

Yes, speak.

Milord, I have been informed

that Jean de carrouges
has already travelled to Paris.

He is filing an appeal to his majesty
at this very moment.

Cunt.

Le coq: The benefit of clergy.

There really is no decision to make.

You're a cleric in minor orders.

So, you can escape the jurisdiction
of the secular courts

and be tried by the church

where conditions are more favourable.

Men holding church office

number disproportionately
among those accused of rape.

They escape serious punishment
by claiming benefit of clergy, so...

We'll have the church try your case
and be done with the matter.

But what of my name?

Was there

an affair?

Absolutely not.

It's strange she would claim rape
and risk her life.

Why would she do this?

All of France is talking about this,
and I'm innocent.

I've said publicly
that this never happened!

And yet, under extraordinary pressure

and at great risk
to her name and reputation,

lady Marguerite has said that it did.

Formally, this is not about her.

Rape is not a crime against a woman.

It is a property crime
against her male guardian.

In this case, Jean de carrouges.

This is not a matter over which a duel
should be fought to the death.

It should be settled quietly.

Take the benefit of clergy.

I'm not a coward.

Most excellent and powerful king
and our sovereign lord,

I present myself,

Jacques le gris,

squire and defendant,

and I do hereby deny

all the aforesaid charges,

especially

of Jean de carrouges,

that I did unlawfully...

And carnally

know his wife,

the lady Marguerite de carrouges,

in the third week of January last,

or at any other time.

And I further maintain,
saving the honour of your majesty,

that the said knight

has falsely

and wickedly lied!

And that he is false

and wicked to say this thing.

And I further maintain...

And with the aid of god,

and with our lady,

I pledge to do whatever is necessary
to prove my innocence.

The knight and the squire
have spoken well.

It is ordered now
that the parties present the affidavits

which, the court having received, will
render a verdict upon in a fortnight.

If either man

attempts to flee Paris,

it will be taken as a sign of his guilt.

Orders will be issued
for his summary arrest

and he will be hanged.

The king will decide
if a duel should indeed be fought.

What now?

Dowry lawyer:
You will have 330 iivres in coin,

furnishings, cloth, and jewels

in addition to the estate
at mont a gudot as well as...

And what of aunou-le-faucon?

Uh, I was forced to sell that property
to count Pierre.

Jean: You and I agreed this land
should be assumed

by whomever marries your daughter.

Is this not part of the dowry?

Robert: I was unable to pay my rents.

Jean: You promised me.

We discussed this.

Robert: My daughter comes with the money
and the land that I've offered.

That is all that I own.

And what of the bride price?

I offer you a name of value.

I should expect she's capable
of performing her wifely duties?

Bearing an heir.

Robert:
My daughter is strong and healthy

and ready to honour the marriage.

The conception of an heir
and children to follow shall be swift.

And prolific.

Proceed.

Dowry lawyer: The wedding will proceed!

Maid: You're perfect.

I hope this was pleasurable for you.

Yes, milord, very.

I could not have asked

for a more satisfying wedding night.

Perhaps we have conceived
on this very night.

I think you would enjoy it. We will ride

- from the valley to where the river...
- Milord. Carrouges.

Carrouges.

Le gris.

Crespin: Pax! Well done!

Well done, all!

Let there be no ill will
between servants of our king.

Marguerite, come.

Give my old friend a kiss.

Show him the good faith
of the house carrouges.

Who is that squire?
He's dangerously handsome.

Mm. He has quite the reputation.

Should milord not return from battle,

I would happily strengthen
that reputation.

Mm, I think that could
be arranged regardless.

- Marie.
- How can you speak like this?

I should not be seen nor heard with you.

My husband would have my head.

But you would die happy.

He's handsome.

Charming, I hear.

True, he is handsome and charming,

but my husband does not trust him.

I am proud of you.

I know that this reconciliation
must have been difficult.

You gave me good counsel.

You are kind to Jacques le gris.

That man is unduly fond of himself.

But you see

how a smile and a kind word
go much further than a threat.

Even if you don't mean it.

Jean: While I'm gone,

besides a bountiful harvest,

our fortunes will turn most
on the breeding of these horses.

And the collection of rents?

Yes, of course.

Stand over there.

I bought this mare for breeding.

Comes from a long line of war horses.

She will foal many a valuable Colt.

Sometimes, the difference

between victory and defeat,

between life and death...

Man: Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!

Mind the gate!

Man 1: Whoa! Steady!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- No!

Man 2: Steady, girl.

Man 1: Easy! Easy!
Man 2: Get hold of her.

Not the stallion!

No! Not you!

Not with my mare!

J Ean: The gates remain closed!

Henri: Yes, milord.

The mare is in season!

These are not trifling matters.

It costs money.

Nothing would get done around here
were it not for me.

I trust your little death
was a memorable and a productive one.

It was like none other.

Why have I not yet conceived?

I want a child so very badly.

Wanting a child has nothing to do
with the matter, Marguerite.

We need a son.

You think I do not know this?

I think of nothing else.

I did not have this problem
with my first wife.

I shall return in a few months.

You will be safe here with my mother
and your servants.

You must never allow yourself
to be unattended.

And do not look so sad.

I prefer you to be in good spirits
as I go off to war.

I'm proud of you, milord.

You will take care of the estate.

See that it does not fall into disarray.

Of course.

- Good morning.
- Milady.

- Milady.
- Good morning.

Good morning, Henri.

Good morning to you, milady.

The pregnancy
seems to be going well.

Yes, milady.

So why is she penned up?

Before my master left,
he had told me to do so.

My husband knows much about horses,

riding them.

The upbringing, I leave to you.

It would be better
for the health of the mare

to be roaming free.

Then she shall roam free.

Thank you, milady.

Louis: This is last month's rent
as well, milady.

Were you unable to pay?

Your lord never came to collect it.

- Is this unusual?
- No.

But it is no trouble.

Thank you.

Henn?

Yes, milady?

Are the oxen not too slow?

The thaw came late this year.

It's been hard going for them.

If we are to sow the oats
in time for harvest,

then we must be much faster.

I should like to use the horses.

Yes, but we never use the horses
for that purpose.

My master feels they are too valuable.

They will be of no value
if they starve to death this winter.

See that it's done.

Right away.

I see you have some sun
on your face, milady.

- You look well.
- Do I?

I prefer not to be pink.

Though it was a lovely day.

A little colour on one's face
proves they're alive.

Barely.

Have you heard
we've a famous tailor from Paris

arriving in the village next week?

You've been working hard,
why not buy yourself a new dress?

Oh, I don't know.

He copies the dresses
queen isabeau's been seen wearing.

They're quite the rage.

I have seen those.

The neckline is very low.

Almost so low that one might see
the queen's pierced nipples.

She does not.

- She does.
- She does not...

Good evening.

Good evening.

Things seem to be running quite well.

I enjoy doing these tasks.

It's my pleasure.

Until he returns from Scotland,

of course.

It is unfortunate, however,

that you've not been capable

of steering your husband away
from conflict with others.

Jean does what he feels is necessary.

May I ask what you're making?
It looks lovely.

I say with sorrow,

something

apparently fruitless.

You are very cruel.

I am a good wife.

As long as you are fulfilling
your wifely duties.

Or perhaps you cannot be pleased.

Doctor: How is your sleep?

Marguerite: Often interrupted.

Doctor: Flaccid joints.

Bitter taste in the mouth?

I don't know.

My lady, it appears you are suffering
from an imbalance of the four humours,

primarily black bile.

You are severely melancholic,

your body is cold and dry.

Perhaps this,

combined with various other factors,

including god's will,

could be preventing conception.

It is imperative
that you have a pleasurable conclusion

similar to your husband's,
in order to conceive a child.

You achieve this?

Yes.

You find intercourse with
your husband pleasurable?

Yes, of course, doctor.

Although I am not certain
I am experiencing

"the little death," as they say.

But if you find it pleasurable,
then you are.

Very well.

When Jean returns, he shall be grateful

as I have put the books in order,
as well as everything else.

Perhaps he won't mind the expense.

Let us both get dresses.

Surprise your new husband.

Marie: He would not approve.

He would say I have enough dresses.

I've only been married a short time,

yet I now understand
the burden of this arrangement.

You are a newly-wed.

Surely you do not feel burdened.

Bernard is a frugal man

and he does not like to kiss me.

I once thought his appearance
would become more pleasing,

but, instead,
it's become more repulsive.

So I suppose I am relieved

about the kissing.

He is not like Jean,
handsome and generous.

My marriage is not without its problems.

Tailor:
I shall be right with you, ladies.

Thank you.

Despite le gris'
many deplorable qualities,

one cannot be blind to his appearance.

Crude as he is.

Offensive as well.

- They're all such fools.
- Hmm.

Agreed.

Welcome back, sire.

Welcome home, my love.

I am so happy to see you.

Jean: My god, Marguerite,

have you lost your dignity?

Go upstairs
before the others think you a harlot.

I am your wife.

Welcome home, my courageous son.

Thank you.

Nicole: Had I seen the gown
or known it was being made,

I would've stopped it.

And how would you have done that
in my household?

I wonder.

Are you gonna let your wife speak to me
in a tone like this?

Marguerite is a grown woman, mother.

The decisions she makes are her own.

As well as the lessons learned.

Tomorrow I must go to Paris.

I'll be away one week.

But you are ill.
You must stay here, indoors.

Yes, please stay.

Jean: I'm owed money.

- I intend to collect it.
- Marguerite: Of course.

Perhaps you may visit some old friends.

Le gris is in argentan.

Why le gris?

Please ensure Alice is with her
while I'm away.

I forbid you from leaving the grounds.

It's not safe.

I...

I should like to see my friends.

We're so isolated.

Precisely.

Driver: Whoa!

- Are you leaving?
- Nicole: Yes.

Well, when will you return?

When my tasks are completed.

Before nightfall.

Jean insisted I not be left alone.
You heard him.

- Antoine!
- Antoine: Hyah!

Sow!

Eight, nine, ten,
eleven, twelve...

Stay.

Who is there?

Louvel: It is I.

Adam louvel, milady.

Uh...

Adam louvel?

- Hello.
- Louvel: I, uh...

I have a great favour to ask.

My horse has thrown a shoe. Uh...

Nobody is here.
I am not permitted to open the door.

Louvel: Of course. I understand.

If I could...

Could I wait inside while he's reshod?

Just to warm myself for a moment.

- I...
- Will not be long at all.

Uh, it's just an inconvenience.

- I'm so sorry to have to ask.
- Please.

Oh, I'm not alone.

Milady, forgive me for intruding.

I love you.

More than any other.

And I would do anything for you.

Everything I have is yours.

How can you speak to me this way?

Marguerite, what way then
would I speak to you?

Milady must know it cannot be helped.

My love for you has consumed me.

How dare you?

Milady, when milord
sets his course for love...

You must leave now. Please.

You heard the lady! Leave us.

Louvel: Milord.

- I am married.
- Yes.

And you are saddled
with a terrible burden.

A cold, callous man
who does not love you as I do.

Who cannot appreciate you
for the marvel that you are.

Oh, please, do not speak of my husband.

I want only for your happiness.

Icannotbear
to see you in such hardship.

I know
your house's finances are fragile.

My lord provides for me.

Yes.

But does he know you
to be the most exquisite,

fascinating woman?

A woman I would devote my whole life to.

Ah, hear me say I'm in love with you.

And I know

you love me too. You must.

You must leave. Please.

Marguerite, do not fight this.

Jeanette!

Jeanefle!

If you run, I will only chase you.

Jeanette!

No! No!

Come here.

No!

No! No! No!

No!

No! Please.

- Shh.
- Please, don't do this.

Please.

This is our moment.

Marguerite: Please.

Jacques: Oh, you feel yourself guilty.

Oh, but, my love,
I beseech you, tell no one.

For your own safety.

If your husband hears of this,
he may kill you.

Say nothing.

Do not feel badly, my love.

We could not help ourselves.

Alice: Milady, we've returned.

She was trying a new cook,
and the dish was quite tasty,

save for the cheese.

I've never enjoyed this particular
cheese, but sadly, it's everywhere.

Thank you.

There is one example,

and I've forgotten the name of it, um...

It has various colours
laced through it. Oh, uh...

Do you know the name of this cheese?

I think that it is roquefort.

No. No, no, not roquefort.
It's not as strong as roquefort.

But it has a certain texture

that is very good in cookery.

Milady.

You haven't been eating.

Are you ill?

Lady carrouges has enquired
about your state of mind.

Uh, my state of mind is fine.
Thank you, Alice.

Do not open the door.

It's Marie. I'm here to see Marguerite.
Is she in?

Fine.

It's me.

- Alice: Come on in.
- Good day.

Marguerite!

I've never felt such joy. I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

Are you... are you all right?

You don't seem yourself.

Are you not happy for me?

I'm so very pleased for you.

Man: Sire.

I have missed you.

Did you not miss me?

Oh, I missed you more than you know.

- Then let us go to bed.
- Jean...

Marguerite, I've been away
for many days.

Icannot

what do you mean, you cannot?

Well, um, I need to tell you something.

What?

What?

While you were gone, there was a day
when your mother had business

in Saint Pierre.

Yes.

And shortly after,
a man came, unannounced.

I knew the man, so I let him in.

But he was not alone.

Jacques le gris entered our home
without my permission and...

- What about le gris?
- He forced me to this room.

To this bed.

He raped me.

Are you telling me the truth?

Please.

Are you telling me the truth?

Jean, please! I am telling you
the truth. You must believe me.

I screamed.

I screamed until I lost my voice.

He forced you?

He raped me.

- You did not provoke this?
- No, Jean.

Could you not run?

I was pinned down, I could not breathe.

Can this man do nothing but evil to me?

Jean, I intend to speak the truth.

I will not be silent.

I have no legal standing
without your support.

Then you shall have it.

Come.

I will not allow him to be the last man
to have known you.

- Jean...
- Come.

Come!

Priest: Milady,

do you swear upon your life

that what you say is true?

I swear it.

Will you swear it before god?

And all of France?

I will.

Then we fight.

Marguerite is my wife

and we have been wronged.

I will not allow it to go unpunished.

Your only Avenue is through Pierre.

Though I doubt
he will give you a hearing.

Tell the story you heard today.

Tell it anywhere you can
and to all who will listen.

We will be the subject of gossip.

If the story is known across normandy,

Pierre will have to Grant us a hearing.

We have a plan.

Marie?

Stay a while.

Why can't you look at me?

Icannot

Marie?

Do you not recall?

You said, on one or more occasions,
that you found le gris handsome.

So did you.

But I do not complain of rape.

Bernard: Marie!

You do not believe me.

I have to go.

No, Jean, no! This is not what I want!

Not what you want?

Can he not simply be tried for his crime
in the courts?

Pierre is the courts!

If you appeal to the king,
he will only side with Pierre

as he has in the past.

I will not appeal to the king.

I will appeal to god.

Marguerite, why have you done this?

Because what happened to me is wrong.

Men like le gris take women
when they want

and how often they want.

Who do you think you are?

My son may die.

That is his choice. Not mine.

You are no different from the peasants
our soldiers have their way with

when they are at war.

Do they complain?

I cannot be silent. I must speak.

Nicole: Marguerite!

All you have done
is bring shame to our family.

I am telling the truth.

The truth does not matter.

You look at me as if I were never young.

I was raped.

And despite my protestations
and my revulsion,

did I go crying to my lord

who had better things to worry about?

No, I stood up,

got on with my life.

But at what cost?

Nicole: At what cost?

I'm alive.

Well, you have paid a dear price
for that privilege.

Le coq: I have heard from several
sources that you told others

you found mons/eurle gris handsome.

Perhaps you dreamt this event,

wishing it to be true.

Yes, a long time ago,
some friends and I agreed

that he was handsome, but I told them
that I knew him to be untrustworthy.

Noticing a man is attractive
reveals nothing but that.

Le coq: And if one of these women
is your dearest friend,

why would she bring this information
to the court?

I do not know.

Le coq: You've been with
Jean de carrouges for how many years?

Five.

Le coq: In that time,

you've not carried a child,

an heir to the family name.

No, mons/eur. No.

And yet, here you are,

six months from the incident
you claim is true,

and you are six months pregnant.

Perhaps you have another lover

and accuse le gris to hide this.

As I have said,
I am loyal to my husband.

Do you enjoy having intercourse
with your husband?

Yes, of course.

Clergy: It is not a matter of course.

You are fully aware
that you cannot conceive a child

unless you experience pleasure

- at the end.
- Yes.

Yes.

And do you experience
pleasure at the end?

Yes. I do.

A rape cannot cause a pregnancy.

This is just science.

Le coq: It permits the court to wonder

if after five years
of marital relations,

your pregnancy is

a coincidence.

Let us say we believe
you are telling the truth

and such an act did,
in fact, take place,

perhaps you enjoyed it

more than you're willing to admit.

Please, explain to me
how one is to enjoy rape.

Did you experience pleasure?

Le coq: Simply answer the question.

I experienced no pleasure!

Are there any more questions?

If your husband were to lose the duel,
it would demonstrate god's judgment

and reveal you
for having borne false witness.

I understand.

Le coq: I'm certain
your husband told you,

the penalty for bearing false witness
against a man by a woman,

in the case of rape,

is that you are to be
stripped and shorn,

fitted by the neck with an iron collar,

lashed to a wooden post,

and summarily burned alive.

Lady Marguerite...

It is quite common

for the accused to burn
for 20 to 30 minutes

before they are dead.

I am telling the truth.

We will proceed with the duel.

You think le gris handsome, do you?

You have disgraced me

before my king and all of France.

You knew what would happen to me
should you lose this duel.

You knew and you didn't tell me.

God will not punish
those who tell the truth.

My fate and our child's fate
will be written,

not by god's will,

but by which old man will tire first.

How dare you speak to me this way.

What have I to lose?

I begged you to find another way,
and now I may be burned alive.

- I am risking my life for you.
- Hmm.

You are risking my life

so you can fight your enemy
and save your pride.

And that could render
our child an orphan.

Or did you not think of that?

You are a hypocrite.

You are blinded by your vanity.

Jean: All the preparations are made.

I'm ready.

I should like to stay a while longer.

Faith, Marguerite.

I finally gave birth to a son who I love
more than I could have ever imagined...

And I may not live to see him grow.

This was my life.

Had I had known
the truth would deprive me of this love,

I believe I would have done
what many women before me had done.

Nothing.

- What you did was right.
- Mm.

Not if I die.

I am not like you, Jean.

A child needs his mother

more than a mother needs to be right.

King Charles vi: Knights, proceed.

Lady,

upon your evidence,

I hazard my life in combat
with Jacques le gris.

You know my cause is just and true.

Marguerite: I say before all of you,

I spoke the truth.

Let it be in god's hands.

There'll be rough justice this day
by the grace of god.

Let us pray this ends
like the due! At flanders.

With le gris in a wrestling match,
removing carrouges' testicles by hand.

Man: Let them go!

Let them go! Let them go!

Jean: Quickly! Give it to me!

Jacques: Lance, Lance! Hurry!

Man 1: Whoa. Whoa!

Man 2: Out of the way!

Jean: Lance! Lance!

Axe, axe!

Carrouges may yet bleed out.

Pray god.

Man: Kill him! Kill him!

- Kill him!
- Kill him! Kill him!

Confess!

Confess to me.

Carrouges, there was no rape.

There was no rape.

There was no rape!

In the name of god

and on the peril
of damnation of my soul,

I am innocent of the crime!

Then you be damned.

Yes.

Bailiff: God be with you, milady.

King Charles vi: No... rise. You rise.

I grace you with honour, knight.

God has spoken,

proving your cause
to be truthful and just.

You have fought
with strength and humility.

May god be with you and your wife.

Your wife.

Man: Long live carrouges!

Woman: Carrouges!

Man: The glory of carrouges!

Woman: Carrouges!

Marguerite: Look at that!