All language subtitles for joan_of_arc_1999

Thank you.

Can you drive away?

Find time for the Lord to give us a
daughter.

The judgment will come. The wolves are
coming.

Please, Jack.

These sons are working the field.

Just cry.

Just cry. No, please.

I,

Isabel, save our sons.

The soldiers are coming. The soldiers
are always coming.

Burning our villages and stealing our
food. I will not lose my daughter too.

Look at your child.

See what you would kill.

Nothing for the Burgundians!

Everyone, everything to the left!

Move it!

Move it!

All we do is hide. But one day, we stop
hiding.

When the maid of Lorraine comes, 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. Too far. Anyway, nobody knows what
she looks like or when she'll come.

When do you think she'll come?

That friend will be destroyed by an evil
woman, but it will be saved by a young

maiden.

Please, Papa, help me.

Behind me was what you see.

Et santor apostol et sanctum.

Are you alright?

seen you so reverently, child.

Is there something you wish to confess?

No.

It just felt wonderful to pray.

I have never

seen such piety at an early age.

What's happening in this picture, Father
Monet?

This is the Battle of Ashikul.

One of the darkest days in our history.

Why does God make the French suffer?

Come.

Get 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.

It's Burgundy.

French, I mean, tax the English.

So all this fighting is to determine who
is the

rightful ruler of France.

I tell you, Emil, 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.

French people.

What's that?

Those refugees, I think they're from
another village.

We need food.

Shutter. The soldiers have burnt
everything.

We have barely enough for our dough.

Move on.

Please. There are the children.

We have nothing to spare. Move on.

Go. Have pity.

and a bountiful meal.

Yes.

Enough for everyone with plenty to
spare.

Praise God, there is enough.

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 and
in no time we would be flooded.

They could have been us, Papa.

And they would turn us away as they
must.

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.

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 of a sudden piety.

Was it?

I had heard a voice as clearly as I'm
speaking to you now.

It was St. Catherine.

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 your voices said to you?

At first they just told me that I must
be a good child and go often to cook.

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... We're
Gundians.

J .D.! People have gone with me!

J .D.! People have gone with me!

My Gundians are so disapproved! Hold it.
Ring the bells. Ring the warning bells.

They will attack by morning.

I thought he was with you.

You wait here and search the roads. I'm
going back to the village. No, you

mustn't. It's my best and only friend.

Dauphin Charles needs me, and I must go
to him in Chino. Go to him? How?

I don't know, Father.

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

Yes, sir.

Just late enough to avoid any danger.

Just as your village avoids paying
taxes.

You have not collected taxes because you
have been hiding in your castle from

the Burgundians.

If you had one, wouldn't you?

Jean, be so kind as to take that
livestock to the king in Chinon.

to draw.

Is that a good one?

wholesome looking for a camp following
strumpet.

Is that what you're wanting, girl?

To be the plaything of soldiers?

Because she arrives in the ideal spot.

Please, sir, I offer no trouble and I
wish none in return.

Now please just continue with the
animal, Toshino.

Well, these animals are going nowhere
except to the butchers inside Sir

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

to you? Bertrand, unload the livestock.

I can see by your clothing, sir, that
you're a man of substance.

I implore you then to understand.

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?

To 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.

Thanks.

I present to you the Maid of the Ring.

I understand that you're on your way to,
you know,

to crown the king and to unite the poor
wretches of France.

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

And what makes you think, you poor
simple girl, that you would succeed when

king's loftiest advisors have failed?

Because I must.

Because 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
going to be king, we have to start

him king.

Don't you think?

I think he has to believe he is king.

He has to earn it.

Uh, Sean?

Hmm? Send it back to her father for the
sound beating.

Yes, sir.

Please, Sir Robert. I said go!

I suggest you go home.

Unless you want to see the Burgundians
destroy this place too.

I thought bigger towns contained bigger
mines.

That's wrong.

So you slept here all night and now
you're hungry.

Yes.

You look strong enough to work.

Come with me.

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.

You have a gift.

You know about that?

Why have the people of Vaucouleur 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.

We need shelter or fear attack.

I can't write as fast as you can talk.

Help us build defenses against those
who...

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 Buccaneer and help

build defenses against those who would
destroy us by dictate of the maid of

Lorraine.

A dictate of a fairy tale.

She's no fairy tale. She's flesh and
blood.

I'm made from this very region.

There are no eggs, Sir Robert.

Not since you turned that peasant girl
away.

She stole my hen?

The hens are here, but they refuse to
lay.

Not one egg from the lot of them.

Let the

devil have it 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 man.

And you look like you're dressed to go
somewhere.

I'm ready to travel to Shino.

And today is the day you will send me.

You're cracked to think that I would
send you to Shino 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 Mokula 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 invite you that I believe that you may
be

the maid of Lorraine.

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.

What you do, when you get there, looks
to you.

John, sir, you were so kind as to
deliver the young maid to me.

Therefore, you shall deliver her to
John.

How much has happened because of you?

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

And the meat, very tender.

In a word, perfection.

Ah, yes, patrol.

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 squire
might do a bit of everything.

I haven't met a nobleman nor a squire
until now. Someone douse the fire.

We don't need Burgundian troops throwing
our blankets.

All right, the chicken was tasty.

Thank you.

Why for Charles?

Excuse me?

You 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 will change until France and
Burgundy unite under one king and force

English out.

And Charles will be 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.

Once you're safely in Chino, I'm going
home.

I'm a part of your fantasy.

Where are we?

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

See the smokes in the villages?

Someone's burning their way there.

The English.

Once they've taken Orléans, they'll
finally be able to cross the River

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, you know.

This is my convoy, and my responsibility
to get it, you know, alive.

We're going to camp here for the night,
and then in the morning we'll take the

route around.

Sorry.

I'm going to get a shield.

This is not the work of a gun.

The Black Knight, filthy English.

The first mistake, my friend.

St. 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 and Catherine sword

There's all this going I

don't know I'm just taking a death that
comes

Well an hour before

daybreak we should go

Are you the maid of the rain?

No. Save us!

Save us!

Save us, please!

Old 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 Orléans to chase

after a girl.

Not just a girl.

The maid of Lorraine.

Don't embarrass yourself, Philip.

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 or worse.

Never underestimate the power of a myth,
my friend.

We must find the maid and kill her.

Hold there.

Get down.

Search the wagon.

Well, now.

Are you the maid?

Is your peasant daughter still a maid?

Take her away.

No!

No!

There's black jakes. Let's get out of
here. How many?

Too many. Let's go. Sire! Sire!

Leave everything.

Leave the password.

Come on, Bertone.

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

Deliver this message to no one but the
Dauphin.

Poor Louis.

He has no anger for Raymond.

He's just blindly writing off delivering
that preposterous message.

He believes in that message, as he does
you.

You'll know it when you need it.

You know, 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.

I'm going to tell you again.

I'm going to take it as it comes.

How many clever means of raising
revenue?

The most endearing is the plenary
indulgence, paying to ransom poor

soul from purgatory. And people are
grateful to pay.

His Majesty trivializes the power of
holy intercession.

Speaking of the power to collect money,
if I need revenue, I must levy taxes and

people complain.

His Majesty can't collect revenue by
force. The Church can't collect only

faith. But it is you who wield a 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

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 defeats 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 -quadrant toadies? Because my body

warmth in this room is so drastic.

From Sir Robert de Baudricourt, with
salutations and fealty to His Majesty

Charles VII.

Well, well.

De Baudricourt has 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

And why not?

The Church has little tolerance for self
-proclaimed icons.

Yes, but the Barter Court makes the
claim. The girl's position on the matter

quite unknown to you, dear Bishop.

Perhaps I will see her.

As is mad at his Church -appointed
spiritual advisor, I advise His Majesty

to take lightly the advice of his Church
-appointed spiritual advisor.

And as a 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?

The Bordercourt endorses her. 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.

Wrath.

She did come all this way.

No sense being rude.

The esteemed Sir Robert de Beautecourt
has sent us a girl he claims to be the

maid of Lorraine on a mission from God.

But our eminent bishop rightly insists
upon proof.

So, we will put her to the test in front
of the entire court.

Yes, you, Locke from Wall, will be
seated on the throne, and I shall be

with the assemblage.

If she ferrets the true king, she will
have proven herself divinely inspired.

If not, it is, how shall I put it,
boyish. Domina is legend. She'll spot

once. And then?

And then... Won't it be fun?

It shall not be so dreary.

If nothing else, The crowd 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 gods.

Only the girl.

What is your name, child?

I'm Joan Darkov. Don't mind me, Your
Worship.

May I speak to the Dauphin?

Hmm.

Alone?

Shall I bid the others go?

Hold the door shut when you leave, eh,
Bishop?

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. After the siege falls, you will

get to France and you will never be the
king.

Do you presume to think that it 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, there are no more leads in
France anymore.

I'm 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 Vaucouleur.

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.

Of course you're not the maid, but
people say you are.

Why?

Because they need someone to believe in.

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

you because you're all they have.

God wants you to be king, my dauphin.

I always thought I would be a good king.

Lift the siege at Orléans. Go and
triumph Terence.

Actually, there might be one way.

The army.

They 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.

be the maid.

God did not send me for the... 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 only

I'll stand 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 lift such a
lie.

But is it a lie?

If God has sent you to lead the French
army to victory, then might that stand

reason that you are the maid?

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 could they
possibly be talking about?

She's the one.

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

God had 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 is about as you wouldn't
expect me to bring about God.

If only we could be certain of her
purity.

The Church is the best orbit of such
things. We can send a convict of

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.

And so does mine.

What if she fails?

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

What if she succeeds?

I do not know where from these.

That it is God's will to deliver the
people of Israel. If it be God's will,

there is no need for soldiers. Soldiers
will fight, and God will give them a

great victory.

We find nothing erratic in our claims to
divine guides. We find in her only

ardent faith, honesty, and for none has
the right to reject this name.

Leave.

Who are all these people?

The men that responded to the king's
call for peace.

Raise your arms, Jim.

Raise them high.

All I did was raid 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.

What about that?

Do you believe I'm made of fluorine?

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.

Not afraid.

Which is why I am.

Your damn novels were all I liked. You
never bring me in until it's too late.

You're the double my thing.

You'll have a fine chance for riches,
considering your arch -enemy has taken

later on.

Sir William Glowdown.

Capture him and you'll fetch a great
price.

If I meet up with Glasdell, I promise
you, you're going to sell him off to

pieces.

Well.

She certainly looks the part, if there
is a she under all that.

And what part are you, sir?

This is Captain Tahir.

I have engaged him to lead the mission
to Orléans.

To lead?

Don't worry.

He'll be out front for all the cheering.

But around here, grown men command.

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

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Leaving? You won't be with us in
Orléans?

Him? He's a military advisor.

He sends other people off to die.

Shouldn't you be in bed, child?

No, I must know it'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 here.

We know the English have taken Laetore
out.

They've practically closed the circle
around Orléans, but this news is three

days late.

It takes about four days to get there.

We have 12 ,000 men.

Half of them useless.

That leaves us with... Pardon me?

I've made this journey.

We can't get there in four days with all
the left up for the troops and the

people of Orléans.

We only take enough lives not 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

the church.

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

The circle's almost closed.

We better hurry.

Yes. We need to attack now.

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 or real. I've had enough of it. I

don't take orders from women or
children.

And you are both.

Go back home or stay out of my way.

You want to command this army without
me?

Go ahead.

Not a single polder will rip his leg 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.

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

If we get inside, hit.

We get inside stay here wait for the
signal to attack

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!

Better open this up, Gates.

Closing ranks.

They're getting ready for us.

I suppose, would you like to turn back?

The William Glassdale and men and
objects around the city of Orleo have no

to be in this kingdom of France.

The king of heaven sent you warning
through me, Joe LeMay.

If you obey, I shall grant you worth.

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.

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.

Why don't we turn?

Could we storm them off?

What they do to that boy.

You fill them with righteous nonsense.

They won't kill him. We're the rats in
the French canals he counted on today.

We should have 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?

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

it, Captain.

I was at Agincourt.

I've seen the English at their best.

We were 4 ,000 strong.

Gloria, France.

Our men and horses and heavy armor, our
banners held high.

We rode to meet the English invaders.

But it had rained all night.

And I feel the battle was muddy.

And the mud is near our horses and our
men.

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

The method... The

method... They

slaughtered us like pigs.

Even after we had surrendered.

We should strike hard and fast, Captain.

But not the smaller fort.

We should win led to hell first.

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

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 the
Torello.

What?

He has the plague.

You let him take it off.

I'm touching it.

You hear me?

Nothing. Burn it as you leave it.

For God's sake, Charlie.

Be careful.

Don't worry about that.

I'll be all right.

I'd heard you'd come, but I wasn't sure.

Now you know.

Do you know anything?

The walls. The walls are high and
strong. There's no weaknesses.

We were very proud of that.

The English.

How did they get in?

Trickery.

Instead of night, they hid.

Fooled the men into lowering the
drawbridge. They swarmed inside. There's

nothing we could do.

There must be a weakness.

Some way to get in that nobody knows
about.

See? Impenetrable.

Like a stone chimney.

Chimney?

Is 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?

From all of your countrymen.

Thank you.

Do you have faith?

Yes.

Bless me.

Yes.

This will protect you.

Okay.

They're bedding the horses down inside
Little Hell.

We need to set fire to the hay.

The smoke will force them to lower the
dropper. We'll be waiting for them

outside. Make sense?

We will take the dwarf first.

Don't get so excited.

Hoping to get a flame over the wall into
a bale of hay is like trying to predict

what 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 return.

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.

We've hot -headed police to our death.

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 it up.

Let's see what this boy has to offer.

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

What if the company's lips are frozen?

Then you'll be scrapped 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?

I've never seen you afraid.

A long time ago, since I trained to be a
knight, I didn't succeed.

Now I've forgotten what I know.

It'll all come back to you the moment
you see those ramparts lined with rows

rows of English archers.

You're becoming a knight.

Well, 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 in the battle position.

There's your signal.

Everybody,

battle positions.

Let's go.

You didn't pray, Captain.

I don't need prayer.

I watch brave men pray to live and die
in agony.

And I watch wounded men pray to die,
have to live in agony. I watch my own

And now, maybe even yours.

I'm gonna come back.

This must not reach the wall.

The flame must strike here.

I can do that. As soon as we set fire,
we must find the leader who suffered it.

Yes, sir.

The men are willing to die for you.

Perhaps you should say something to
them.

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.

Inside! You have to get the plane
inside!

Inside!

Break into both the air.

Break off the chip. You'll bleed to
death.

Break it off.

I can't.

Easy. Get her up!

Get her up!

My horse.

You can't ride a horse tonight. My
horse.

My bad.

Remember, once we get inside, we have to
find the way.

I am the way.

Go in peace.

God

has

blessed me with a healthy son who have
taken for themselves healthy wives.

Well, two of three so far.

Thanks will be out the air.

To the sons of South York.

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.

Invite guys up to us to stay there and
make the best of it.

She's on the mic.

I'll go for Louie.

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 thumb 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.

Thank you.

The guards are calling for you. Do not
be pacified.

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

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

is easier than your day at Orléans.

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

There I had a purpose. I knew my place.

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

When God's work is not always so rousing
or grand.

You may find that the hardest things you
are called upon to do will be the quiet

ones, the ones that have no tribes, such
as living at court or standing behind

your king or simply being a simple.

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 the

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

are a direct chameleon 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.

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

the message.

Then what about Chantier? The church
examined me. They said that my voices

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.

It does not mean that your voices
were...

I

fancy you...

I entreat you to write about the simple
thinking of a country girl.

If you are to do God's work, you must
strive to understand the difference.

And everything's what's been a lie.

You said my voices were a miracle, so
people believed in this miracle and in

Don't judge harshly.

Turn your king atop 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.

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

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

Jared!

When I see you, you must be feeling
better.

Was it all the excitement?

It was exciting.

How's my mom?

Papa?

They're doing well.

Everybody looks up to them now.

Strangers pass through just to see the
house where you once lived.

Think of something for me to bring home
tomorrow.

I won't be going home.

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 them. It has
nothing to do with that.

You probably want to fight because you
think that it means something. You think

that what I did was glorious.

It's just what they want you to think.

Ones who use me.

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 with town, not with region, but
their country.

And you did that.

We all think you did it, brother.

Are we wrong?

Well, you're right.

And always for the people.

Needed you to tell me that.

No, don't!

It's a vendor.

You're 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.

Stop flocking your latest feathers.

I have no reason to attend.

Suppose I gave you a reason.

How?

Charles has made a treaty with Philip,
giving him the district of Champagne.

Isn't Don Remy 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 to settle a question.

When did St. Catherine and St.

Margaret come to you?

Do they have arms and legs, or do they
float above the ground?

They are as complete in body as they are
in spirit.

Your Majesty, what would you call a
baker who slices his cake while it's

in the oven?

I would call him...

Not a baker.

Who do you call king?

Who fleshes 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 packs 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 Philip 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 firmly

counsel it, girl, or any unenlightened
mortal against stating what is or is

God's will.

And what if God speaks for himself?

Your voices.

Yes.

Answer me, child. How are we to rely on
them?

You can trust experience.

Captain Lahir.

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 in 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 him in the name of God.

You presume to speak for God.

Not for him, from him.

You are perilously close to heresy. What
did truth become heresy? All heretics

believe they speak the truth.

Does that include bishops?

You are for eternal damnation!

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.

Burgundy was a death warrant for
Champagne.

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

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

The next time Charles eats 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 parrot by any means.

Be warned.

The city is well armed.

The men are parrot.

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 off their swords.

The army of God is at hand.

No, the attacker is gone. Are you sure
about this?

Yes. But it's Sunday. It's a sacrilege
to fight in the Lord's day.

Gundyans may yet return.

I can't believe it. God, the horn is too
late.

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.

Unless 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 her.

With Jesus or with Joe?

Believe in me.

Leave.

In Agincourt, I lost my faith in my
country.

I came to believe in myself.

In Orléans, I lost my faith in myself.

I came to believe in you.

We are now both utterly alone.

Only I have the courage to admit it.

having this spirited conversation
between yourself and our dear young

More spirit is in the telling now, Dart,
than in the actuality.

No, Dart.

I've been giving much thought to the
pastoral needs of our brethren in the

north. The district of Compiègne, in
spiritually deficient Burgundy, is

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

appointment to the king's court.

I was not, in fact, missing your opinion
on the matter I'm transferring you to

Beauvais in the district of Compiègne.

You will, henceforth, be their bishop.

I am being sent into exile.

My words against the maid have
embarrassed the church that sanctioned

The church needs your services in the
north.

What did I tell you?

I have but one card left to play.

I must make it count.

She's asked to 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.

And they still need her.

What did I do wrong?

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

Please give me a sign.

Noble adversary,

I've come to apologize.

We promised you peace and, well...

It is not quite gone as we'd hoped.

Yes, quite.

Let us address the treaty you broke when
you sent the maid to attack Perry.

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 Brandy?

And England?

In your territories are cities still
loyal to me.

If there is 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 to prevent our taking them
anyway?

What them?

Then I promise that you have not yet
seen the full power of the maze.

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 them she may leave court to visit
her family. And when she returns, we

would like to confer a very special
honor.

I bet you can't speak German. You are
the most cunning man I have ever known.

Perhaps the most ruthless. You have
betrayed me for Joan. And you will

her as well once she has outlived her
use.

Oh, you speak nonsense, old friend.

Joan is the maid. Do you forget?

She is going to unite all of France.

Behind me.

Poor, deluded Joan. She has no idea. She
has put a monster on the throne. Those

are my last words. If your match is this
spiritual, then what?

May I help Mama?

What if I want to be again?

Let's just have fun.

That's your horse.

Beautiful animal.

It's simple, Neil, but it's hearty.

Isabel, 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.

That 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. 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.

What do you want from me?

Please give me guidance and show me the
way to my destiny.

I would have expected Beauvais to have a
grander...

God resides here, nevertheless.

With room enough for visitors, even the
English regent? 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.

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 are leaving because I denied you
forgiveness.

I'm living because I have a calling.

Because this is what God meant for me to
do.

Because this is what I'm compelled to
do.

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 were a daughter of Jacques D 'Arc.

You've changed.

My council 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 a 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 Copigny.

Can you read it?

Yes.

To blessed John the maid from the
citizens of Copigny.

Hear our cry.

Philip has invaded.

His troops are upon us.

We have written many pleas to the king
without reply.

Save us, Jermaine, from the wrath of the
Burgundians in the name of God.

So we'll begin.

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 that 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 Dock
and a maid of Lorraine, we

do hereby confer upon you the title of
noble of the realm, with all of the

rights and privileges appurtenant
thereto.

And in gratitude, the crown exempts for
300 years hence all taxes on the village

of your birth.

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

So your name will live on well after
you.

Kneel, John.

You shall be known as Jean de Lis.

Flower. What friends?

Your Majesty.

Why do you ignore the plight of your
loyal subjects in Compiègne?

It's not a choice.

I was forced to sign a treaty after our
little misadventure in Paris.

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, 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.

What have the risks?

Their king is very compassionate.

How quickly can you leave?

Soon as an army can be assembled.

I'm afraid all I can spare is a small
army of 200.

But I will fend for Captain Lahir to
bring a larger army from the north.

You can rendezvous at Kompia.

It'll be good to fight again.

With the right men.

Right reasons.

Well, then.

Your Majesty.

Joan.

You don't have to do this.

The day we met, we spoke of God's plan.

We still have to play our part.

Whatever you do, you do by the will of
God.

Know that I know that.

John, I have a map of the Kopiang here.

John, 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.

The Heer!

The Heer approaches!

you.

He will do what God expects of him next.

And what may that be?

I was venturing in his thoughts when I
heard him.

I returned as quickly as possible.

No, you'll catch a chill.

You have duped my son into your dreadful
game.

The girl is not in a wreck.

There will be no fail to him.

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'm not of my own clothes, madame.

My dear, if you were to be my personal
charge, I must ask for a bit more

cooperation.

What is it you want?

This 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.

Good morning.

If I can keep God's blessed young maid
from the hands of the English, perhaps

will grant me.

How will Madame keep me out of the hands
of the English?

I expect we'll find a way together.

You know, 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 his 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 have 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.

And at the same time, you will train
with your arms.

You will continue to study... Continue
to study the art of war.

You will not be handed 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.

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, and 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?

We 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.

Topple a king I once crowned. But 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 say Philip?

I assure you, madame, the correct man is
wearing the crown.

No, he is a fool.

He has no right to be king.

I've been waiting weeks to see him.

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

Where is he?

Where are you?

Retired.

I must be brief.

I know that you will not come to the
side of Bergen.

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 sin.

Our Lord first served sin.

Do any of you speak?

The animal's in trouble.

Bishop Cochon, 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 be guarded here. They claim it is
for your own safety.

Who are all of these men?

Learned ecclesiastics would act as
expectors 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 will 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.

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

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

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 that will cloud your

judgment.

But neither should you indulge
yourselves in anger or pity, for that is

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.

Producer Acute.

spirits, Joan.

They would be better were I in a church
prison as I'm entitled.

I'm burdened of these shackles which
seem excessive in these surroundings.

They are for your own protection.

How am I protected?

I've been denied an advocate and I'm the
only witness in my own defense.

Unfortunately, you have been charged in
English court.

Any... French witnesses, you might call,
would be thieves and hanged if they

showed themselves at the gates of Rouen.
At 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 a record.

Now kneel and make an oath to answer
with exact truthfulness all questions

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.

Did God command you to put on men's
clothes?

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.

We can dispense with the clothing at
this time.

Turn to your voices and visions.

When do they begin?

The church has already examined me on
this. Do you know my answers on the

church's findings?

When did the voices begin?

When I was ten.

Who spoke to you?

St. Catherine and St. Margaret.

How did you know?

Because they told me.

Who else spoke to you?

St. 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.

My love!

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 often come without my calling.
Other times I need to pray or send them.

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.

You will certainly either burn as a
heretic, or you will spend the rest of

days in prison.

That's not true.

Your voice has told you differently.

Have your voice 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?

I

have

no faith in you. You know what he means.

What sign did you give Charles?

A scroll.

I'm asking you.

I can't tell you.

Perhaps in time.

There is a rat and

there are his ministers.

You will reveal all now.

Or rather, the Major will extract it
from you in his own way. If you tear my

limbs, let me speak out of pain.

But afterwards, I will deny it all.

Why are you punishing me for talking to
God?

taxing on you, Brother Cushon.

It's 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'm brother...

I met the Holy Inquisition. After
presiding these last weeks, so that I

assist in identifying a true heretic,
you have said that your voices never

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.

I've often felt on the battlefield when
here in this prison,

I'm just constantly alone with bulgers.

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 with us.

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

Was it from God?

It was St. Michael.

He who accompanied me to Sheena, 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.

He produced a magnificent golden crown.

And he said that Charles should take it
so that he can become king.

And he bowed and disappeared.

Yes,

he bowed and disappeared.

What did St. Michael look like?

Saint Michael was tall.

With long dark hair.

Big warm blue eyes.

And on his head, he wore a crown.

And fixed points.

It's really very simple for the cauchon.
She grows more arrogant by the day.

and been forced to choose between her
unnatural clothing and the church. What

you think of her description of St.
Michael?

Appalling.

Ridiculous. What descriptions are our
existing books carefully guarded in the

Vatican? And they are wrong.

It's probably that village priest who
filled her head with stories and fairy

tales and brought her to this wretched
end.

However she learned the description of
Sid Maitland does not change the fact

that she puts herself above the church.

She is an unrepentant heretic.

And she will burn.

And you, Brother Cushon, you'll be
working for your own salvation.

Joan, stand up.

Stand up!

Order record.

Do you, Joan Dark of Don Remy, refuse

now and forever to submit to the will of
the church militant,

the representative of God on earth?

Joan!

Don't answer hastily. Your words could
mean that you will burn.

Even if the stake were raised and the
fire lit.

I would not mistake God.

God will spare me.

Child, mistake is raised.

You would burn.

Take her outside.

No. Not possible.

Nothing will ever wake 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.

I can see that you are deceived, but
faced with evil.

Time.

Time.

Time. Time.

I was blind.

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 Mae Joan in the
past tense. You could still rescue her.

Rescue a heretic?

Shall we?

I'm finding Pochon.

One hour till re -attack.

Only a few minutes.

John?

Don't. Hey, hey.

Whoever did

this will pay.

John.

John, we've gathered an army.

We're just beyond the hill.

And tomorrow night, when that town
sleeps,

we'll have drawn those gates and take
this prison.

A great victory.

The girls will be here.

The king didn't.

But Lahir 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.

You stayed alive.

And killed everything that I believed
in.

I must go.

Don't leave.

Adieu. Until tomorrow.

Adieu. Adieu.

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'll die through your own words.

No. Dear Bishop, I die through you.

John, dark of the remain.

Through your wickedness, you are a
menace and a peril to the Church's

holiness, or the Church can no longer
protect you.

You will be bound over to secular
authorities who will deliver you to the

execution.

I said I gave the duffel.

It doeth lie.

Why?

You asked me to break a vow to God.

She is recanted. They will execute her
at once.

Wait here.

I'll get the men.

We'll charge them in case.

I'll go with you. No.

Let her see you. No.

to distract soldiers away from the main
gate.

Thank you.