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In the year 1420,

Henry V, King of England and Charles VI, King of France

signed the Treaty of Troyes.

The treaty stipulates that the kingdom of France

will revert to England upon the death of the king.

The kings die within a few months of each other.

Henry VI is the new king of England and France

but he is only a few months old.

Charles VII, the Dauphin of France,

has no intention of abandoning the kingdom to a child,

or his guardian, the Duke of Bedford.

A bloody war begins.

The English and Burgundians invade France.

The Loire, a difficult obstacle and natural border,

holds back the invaders for a while.

Charles VII takes refuge in Chinon.

He wants to go to Reims to be crowned king of France.

But Reims is in the hands of the English.

France is going through the darkest period in its history.

Only one thing can save it:

a miracle.

Is anybody there?

Jeanne.

You know, I'm always happy to see you,

but to keep coming here twice, three times a day...

- I need to confess. - You already confessed this morning.

I need to confess again.

What terrible sin have you committed since then

that can't wait till tomorrow to be forgiven?

I saw a poor monk without shoes, so I gave him some.

There's no sin in charity, Jeanne.

They weren't my shoes.

- Whose were they? - My father's.

- I'm sure he'll forgive you. - He already did.

But I want Jesus to forgive me too.

Jeanne, if we were to ask forgiveness all the time,

we'd spend our whole life in church.

Is that bad?

Well, no, but...

Jeanne, are you happy at home?

Oh, yes, very.

Your mother? Everything's fine with her?

Yes, she's wonderful.

And your sister, Catherine?

Is she still your best friend?

My sister's just...

She's wonderful.

And what about your other friends?

- You don't like playing with them? - Oh, yes.

I play with them lots.

Everything sounds... wonderful.

Yes, it is.

Then why are you here so often?

I feel safe here.

It's where I can talk to him.

Him?

Well, I try to talk to him.

But mostly he's the one who does the talking.

Who is this

“he“?

He never says his name.

What

does he

look like?

Beautiful.

And what does he say to you?

He says...

He says...

He says I must be good and help everyone

and take care of myself.

Do you think he's coming from the sky?

Perhaps.

But wherever he's coming from,

I think you should listen to him.

'Cause it sounds like he's giving you very good advice.

Amen.

It's wonderful!

It's wonderful.

- Jeanne... - Jeanne...

- Jeanne... - Jeanne...

Jeanne...

Hyah!

Mother!

Mother!

Catherine!

Catherine!

Catherine!

Catherine!

Jeanne! Are you all right? Did they hurt you?

No, no, I'm fine. Really.

Oh! We've all been looking for you. The English are everywhere.

- I was in the church. - Really?

I was talking to the priest. Do you know what he said to me?

- Burn over there! - Shh! Tell me later.

Quick, hide in here!

- Where are you gonna be? - I'll be right here.

- I promise. - No. No, no, no.

Well, that's what I call booty.

Comrade.

Ooh.

A woman with a sword.

Hey, look at this.

Frenchmen are such cowards, they've left all the fighting to women.

If that's God's will, then so be it.

Fine with me.

I love women.

Hold still, bitch. How can I do it if you keep wriggling about?

Your turn now.

Preserve and bless the soul of this, our dear departed.

Keep us safe from fear and sin. Amen.

Come.

Amen.

Listen, Jeanne, your aunt and uncle,

they're gonna take you to their house for a couple of weeks.

Just to give us time to rebuild things here.

You understand?

Lord, we give thanks for the food you've given us.

Teach us always to love this land

and to save it from those who seek to destroy it.

- Amen. - Amen.

Amen.

So good night, then.

What's going to happen to her?

She'll be fine.

She'll grow up, find a good man, make him some children. Don't worry.

She's been hurt, but she'll survive.

Tomorrow she'll be as right as rain.

You'll see.

I want to see a priest.

Why did she have to die?

Only God can answer that.

I know Jesus says to love your enemies, but I can't.

I just want the English to burn in hell forever and ever!

I realize your anger, Jeanne, but we must learn to forgive.

It's hard, but revenge will never bring about peace.

What will? And what will bring her back?

And why did she have to die in the first place, instead of me?

Why didn't he take my life instead of hers?

It was my fault! I was late! She gave me her hiding place!

Why did he save me?

Calm down, Jeanne. Calm down.

I don't pretend to know God's will,

but one thing I am sure.

The Lord always has a good reason.

Perhaps he chose you because he needs you for some

higher calling.

So as long as you answer that call,

your sister will not have died in vain.

I don't want to wait for his call.

Jeanne, be patient.

I want to be with him always.

Soon you will be able to take part in the Holy Mass.

When you eat of his flesh and drink of his blood,

you will be at one with him.

I want to be at one with him now.

So, what did he say?

He says we must bring her to church whenever she wants.

Huh. Easy for him. He's not the one that has to do the bringing.

Come on, this is important. We mustn't let her out of our sight.

Don't worry. I will watch her like my own shadow.

I want to be at one with you now.

A message for the dauphin of France.

A message!

Captain, a message for the dauphin.

I'll take it.

The dauphin! The dauphin!

Louis. Louis. Hey. Shouldn't you be learning your lessons?

I don't want to learn. I want to fight.

You will. You will. But for now, you must

at least learn to wipe your nose.

A letter for His Majesty.

Another one from this girl calling herself the Maiden of Lorraine.

I can read for myself, you know.

She pretends she's been sent by God.

Charlatans. It's a pity there isn't

enough wood to burn them all.

She says she'll be here tomorrow.

You mustn't see her, my lord. We know nothing about her.

We don't even know if she is from Lorraine.

What difference does it make where she comes from?

If she comes from Burgundy, it makes a difference.

It might be a trap.

Look. Signed "X." What sort of a name is X?

Or must we assume that a messenger of God

- can't even write her own name? - My lord, Trémoille is correct.

She says she hears voices. She may be a sorceress, a witch.

Regnault, you see witches everywhere.

She's just a peasant.

A peasant who cares about her king.

All she wants is to see me crowned and permission to fight for me.

Not exactly. She wants you to give her an army at your expense.

Bearing in mind that your mother stole every last piece of gold in the treasury,

I fail to see how you can afford such an adventure.

I can see her if I want to.

After all, with half of France in the hands of the English,

- what have I got to lose? - The other half.

You mustn't see her, Your Majesty.

She may be an instrument of the devil.

Well, I think you should.

Here's an amusing situation.

I'd love to know why my devoted mother-in-law thinks one thing,

and my two most loyal and trusted advisers think precisely the opposite.

Because I care about you.

Come here.

Your health and happiness has always been my first concern, Charles.

Ever since you were a little boy.

I think I know you better than your own mother.

You think so, eh?

Yes.

I know, for example, the sickness that plagues your heart.

I know how painful it is for you to have loved a father

without ever knowing if he was really yours.

Do I know you enough? Hm?

What has that got to do with this maiden?

Who better than a messenger from God to give answers

to your questions?

You think she was sent from God?

You're a fine judge of character, Charles.

It will take you less than five minutes to expose her if she's a fake.

But if she's not

then she will give you your answers,

and place the crown on your head.

With respect to my lady, I think it's going to take more

than just a simple peasant girl...

I'm not interested in what you think or even what I think!

It's what simple people think that matters.

And the fact is that simple people up and down this country

are already talking about her.

Now, you know what simple people are like.

Always ready to believe any old prophecy.

Like this one.

About a virgin from Lorraine saving France.

And now

this girl comes along from Lorraine,

and suddenly there's a spark of hope in their simple minds.

You shouldn't disappoint them, Charles.

If they believe in her

if she can put back the fire in our army

then I believe in her too.

Stop it, Louis! Stop!

Louis, be quiet for once.

She's coming, Your Majesty.

All right. All right. Calm yourself.

Your majesty, I urge you not to see this woman.

It all reeks of a Burgundian trap.

My astrologers assure me that the timing is propitious.

Leo with Virgo rising.

Have you never noticed on the astrological chart

that the virgin is next to the lion?

Supposing she's an assassin?

My... My dear Trémoille, I'm not even king yet.

Who would want to assassinate me?

She's arrived, my lord. She's in the guards' room.

Fine. Fine.

I suppose I shall have to make a decision.

Why is life so complicated?

Sometimes I really wish I could be someone else.

That's a good idea, sire.

What do you mean?

Let someone else pretend to be you.

And see if she can find me. That's a brilliant idea.

If she's really been sent by God, she'll discover the trap.

And if she's an assassin, she'll kill the wrong man. Brilliant.

- Mother? - Not now.

I have come to see the dauphin.

Who are you?

I'm... I'm... I'm...

His most gracious Majesty, Charles de Valois, Dauphin of France.

Yes.

I can see you are a good man.

But you're not the dauphin.

I'm sorry to insist, but I must see the dauphin.

We have no time to lose. Where is he?

He's here.

Find him yourself.

Now you'll see who'll pass for a king.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

There's no need to be afraid, sire.

I'm not the king.

I know you're not yet, but you will be soon.

Out. Out.

How did you know who I am?

- Her voices, of course. - "That's him", they said.

"The one in the corner with the big nose."

No!

Back off!

Oh, my gentle dauphin.

Oh, my gentle dauphin.

I have a message

from the king of heaven

for you.

You only.

Follow me.

Your Majesty, I plead...

My dear loyal Trémoille, I know I can count on you...

As always, Majesty.

To ensure our privacy. I need to talk to her alone.

He needs to talk to her alone.

Fine.

I was about 10 years old.

It was a beautiful spring day.

I was taking a shortcut home through the forest

when a strange wind

began to blow.

It was such a strange sound, almost like words

calling me.

The second time

was many years later.

I was coming back from church when, suddenly,

the same

violent wind.

Then

a shape

appeared

in the middle of the sky.

The shape

of a man.

Everything was moving so fast. So fast.

The wind, the clouds...

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.

I was so frightened.

He was

here.

Then I knew that God had chosen me.

But I did not understand what it was he wanted me to do.

What was my mission? What could I do to help my country?

But how? I was nothing. I was just a poor girl.

I did not know anything about making war or riding.

So I decided to wait,

and not speak of it to anybody.

You did well. You did well.

I didn't wait long.

I was going to Mass

like I do every day

when the same

strange

wind...

Everything was made clear.

God had given me a message.

A message to deliver.

What...?

What was the message?

He said

that I must save France from her enemies,

and bring her back into the hands of God.

And he told me that I,

Jeanne,

will lead you to the altar at Retros

where you will be crowned

the king

of France.

Hey.

- Sire, are you...? - Fine. I'm fine.

Jeanne.

This is, in fact, Jean D'Aulon, my loyal friend and finest archer.

Jean, I put her in your care.

Find her suitable lodgings here in the castle

and guard her with your life.

Sire, I won't be needing any lodgings

if we're to be marching on Orléans.

Orléans has held out for six months,

so I don't suppose a few days more will make much difference.

Take some rest.

Put the bags here.

Please accept my apologies for me pretending to be the, you know...

Do you think that I could have some water?

Water. Yes, of course. Would you get some water?

- Anything else? - I need to see a priest.

- Now? - Yes.

I didn't confess today.

Right.

Raymond, a priest.

- Anything else? - Ishall also be needing

a new warhorse, a sword, armor,

and an artist to make a banner for me.

- Now? - Better today than tomorrow.

This might take a little time,

but let me see what I can do.

Oh! I shall also be needing someone who can read and write.

This I can do. I was studying at the University of Paris

until the English invaded.

- I thought you were an archer. - Yes, I am.

I'm an archer who can read and write.

Who do you want to write to?

The king of England.

I want to give him the chance to leave in peace

before I get to Orléans.

- Dunois. - What?

A big one. Straight at us.

- What side? - Window side.

- Dunois! Dunois! - What?

I have wonderful news.

Finally, he is sending her to us.

Thanks be to God. We're saved.

It's wonderful.

Calm yourself, Xaintrailles. Who has finally done what?

The dauphin. He's sending us food and supplies

and an army led by Jeanne, the Maiden from Lorraine.

Isn't it wonderful?

Yes. It's a miracle.

I can't believe they are sending a woman.

I wonder what color dress she'll be wearing.

Blue.

With a blue ribbon in her hair to tie up Talbot.

Does anyone know if she even knows how to ride a horse?

She knows.

Hyah!

- Were you sent by Lord Dunois? - Yes, they were.

- Where are the English? - Everywhere. Where's the food?

It's coming. I rode on ahead.

I have a message for the captain of the English army.

- His name is Talbot. - I know.

Can you take me to him?

He's on the other side of the river.

So who gave the order for me to be brought to this side of the river?

Hey, my friend!

Good to see your ugly damn face.

La Hire, I'm warning you, don't swear.

Sorry, Jeanne. Let me introduce the king's half-brother,

the dogged Lord Dunois.

Then, Lord Dunois, will you show me to the other side of the river?

Wait.

Wait! Wait!

Fine! Go now if you want! But not with me!

You may have a duty to God, but I have a duty to my people.

And my people are starving.

Right now I'm going to take the food back to the city.

If you can please calm down and let me accompany you to Orléans,

it will be my honor to welcome you.

- Jeanne... - Jeanne!

Jeanne.

Jesus Christ.

The goddamn English will pay for this.

Yes, they will. And so will you

if you don't stop swearing.

I'm happy to welcome you in my tavern. Come on in.

La Hire, Gilles, let me show you something.

Tourelles are around here.

The river crosses, the current is this way.

Jeanne. Calm down. You can't blame those people.

They've been hearing about you for weeks.

There's nothing to hear!

And why is there nothing to hear?

Because I haven't done anything.

And why haven't I done anything?

"Cause none of you will listen to me!"

Why don't you join us?

We're about to discuss the campaign.

I'm sorry.

So from here, Talbot has spread

his forces between these forts up here.

But in the last few days, it seems, according to our scouts,

that some troops have been deployed to this fort here.

And what about this huge pile down here?

That's the Tourelles. The English were

planning to launch an attack

from it, but then we broke down the bridge...

- I did. - Yeah.

Which should keep them quiet for a while.

Now, my hunch is,

the attack will come from St. Loup, here.

And what does Jeanne think?

I don't think. I leave that to God.

I'm nothing in all this. I'm just the messenger.

So?

What is the message?

We give the English a last chance to go home in peace.

- And if they refuse? - If they refuse

we recross the river,

and attack here

at the Tourelles.

Jeanne, that really makes no sense at all.

The Tourelles is virtually impregnable.

Besides, if we're on the other side

of the river attacking the Tourelles,

what's to stop Talbot attacking the city from the north?

- God. - God! Why, of course.

We'd forgotten about him.

I feel a great sorrow for you.

Because you're laughing now,

but by tomorrow night some of you will be dead.

Jeanne, with respect, we can't just attack the Tourelles like that.

It's a very complicated matter.

What's so complicated about it?

All you have to do is do what you're told.

What could be simpler than that?

I am the drum on which God is beating out his message.

He's beating it so hard, it's bursting my ears!

Jeanne, you have to understand. It's not easy for us.

I mean, for our pride, to suddenly be usurped by...

Well, with all due respect, by a...

By a girl.

So that's it.

To you, I'm just

a girl.

Put yourself in my shoes for a moment.

- How would you feel if you were me? - Knowing what I know

enormous gratitude.

One hell of a girl, huh?

I warned you.

I do love her when her fire gets well and truly stoked.

Me too.

Hello, my friends!

Quite a journey.

But we made it.

Back together again. Let's have some fun.

Fine. I shall look like a man.

Jeanne!

Jeanne, stop it!

How dare you stop me from doing God's will!

He didn't tell you to cut all your hair off!

How dare you tell me what God tells me to do!

Whatever! But since he's not going

to come down and cut it himself,

at least let someone cut it properly!

Raymond, bring the scissors. Louis, fetch the mirror.

Jeanne, stop getting so angry about everything. Calm down.

I am calm! It's God that's angry.

I need to send a letter. Now.

Fine.

To you, Henry, king of England,

and to you, Duke of Bedford, who call yourself regent of France,

obey the king of heaven and abandon your siege.

Give back the keys to the towns you've taken

and go back home to your island.

To you, Lord Talbot, I beg you as humbly as I can beg you,

for the sake of the lives of your soldiers,

do not bring about your own destruction.

Surrender to me, Jeanne the Maiden, who is sent here by God.

Message!

But if you do not heed my warning,

then we shall raise such a battle cry

as there has not been heard in France for 1000 years.

Sire, message.

This is the third and last time I will write to you.

If you are still here at noon,

I warn you, you will hear from me,

to your very great destruction.

Please give me your answer speedily.

Go fuck yourself!

What did they say?

They said... they'll think about it.

Good.

But, to be honest, I don't think they'll leave tomorrow.

I can't wait for tomorrow.

French blood is spilling.

Wake up!

Hurry!

They've started the battle without me.

There's a battle to fight and a war to be won.

Damn!

Sound the retreat!

My banner. My banner!

My banner!

Open the gate!

What happened? What happened?

Who gave the order to attack?

God knows. It was a bad idea.

Were the men confessed? Where are the priests?

We didn't take them.

We wanted to be fast, wanted to make a surprise attack.

Dunois, was it you who gave the order to attack?

Answer me!

- Can we discuss this later? - Sooner is better than later.

- Hup. - Wait!

Wait! Wait, you'll be killed!

Jeanne.

Follow me!

Follow me and I will give you victory!

Close it! Close it! Close the drawbridge!

To the drawbridge!

To the drawbridge!

- What is she doing? - To the drawbridge!

- But the drawbridge is closed. - Not for long!

Let's go!

Come on!

That's mine.

It's a great victory, Jeanne. Your victory.

But we must follow it through

and pursue the English back to Talbot's camp,

unless, of course, you have another good idea.

First, we find the biggest army we can.

Then we return to Orléans.

The bridge has been pulled down.

The English are rebuilding it.

And how do you know?

You have been with your counsel, and I have been with mine.

Come on, come on! Hurry up.

Be careful with my baby.

That's the Tourelles.

Wonderful.

Captain!

Looks like the froggy whore's coming to pay us a visit.

I'd better tell Glasdale.

Let's put the horses over there.

Fathers. Fathers, please bless them.

- Please, bless them all. - We will.

Let's plan this attack a little more carefully than this morning.

Yes, good idea.

Sire.

We've got, uh, visitors.

Glasdale!

Do you hear me?

You, who call me a whore!

I feel pity for you, for your soul,

and for the souls of your men!

Yield! Yield now to the king of heaven!

Or go back to your island!

And you, go back to your pigsty!

Man the walls.

This morning...

God gave us a great victory.

But it is nothing compared to what he is ready to give us now.

I know you are all tired and hungry,

but I swear to you

that even if these English were hanging

from the clouds by their fingertips,

we would pull them down before nightfall.

Now,

let all those who love me

follow me!

Follow me!

You were saying?

Come on!

- I go right. - Igo left!

Come on!

Hurry!

Guys, come on! Come on!

Get that fucking pot of oil down there now! Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Get that fucking thing moving!

Come on! Move that fucker faster! Go!

You're beautiful.

Let's see if you're powerful.

- Don't wait, do something! - Like what?

I don't care! Do something!

Fire!

Fire!

- What the fuck? - Too high.

Reload!

- Get out of here! - But the men!

You're gonna get killed! Get out of here!

Come on, fight!

Come on, fight!

Bring the culverin!

Get out!

Jeanne!

Jeanne!

You'll get killed!

- Jeanne! - Leave me alone!

Follow me! Come on! Come on!

Jeanne! No, Jeanne!

Jeanne!

- Come on! Come on! - Jeanne!

Let's go!

Jeanne!

Yes!

Hey! You just killed my woman!

Captain! Captain! Captain!

Go to hell.

Call the physician! A physician!

Damn it!

Louis, find the physician.

the arrow now.

I'm afraid she'll bleed to death if we pull it out now.

There must be something we can do for her.

Yes. You can pray.

Good idea.

I swear

that I will never swear again in my life if you save her life.

But I'm warning you, if you let her die,

- then you're the biggest... - La Hire.

- Don't swear. - He heard me.

Why...? Why...?

Why aren't you fighting?

Jeanne, you've been badly wounded.

It's nothing. It's...

It's an arrow. And it's in deep.

Shh. Jeanne. You must stay still till the physician arrives.

Physicians are a waste of time.

You'll have more luck with this charm of mine.

It saved my life at Agincourt.

I'd rather die than use magic.

You will die if that arrow stays in you much longer.

No...

Well, at least this one won't bother us anymore.

- Now let's go to the battle! - Jeanne!

- Please! - No!

She's nuts.

You must stay calm. You must rest.

I'll rest. But you have to prom...

Promise me

that you'll go back to the battle.

I... I promise.

- Jeanne. - Jeanne.

Jeanne!

- Jeanne! Jeanne! - Jesus Christ!

Hurry!

Quickly! Do something!

She's sleeping.

What?

That's right! Come on! Come on back!

Why are you running away?

- Jeanne is alive. - Good.

- We have to press on the attack. - Sound the retreat.

- But I promised Jeanne we'd fight on. - I made no such promise!

Sound the retreat for the night!

No. But that was her order.

I'm fed up with taking her orders!

She swore she'd defeat the English before nightfall.

Instead of which, she goes and plays the fool,

gets herself nearly killed!

Look! Look at the mess we are in!

That's her mess, not mine!

We are worse off than if she'd never come at all.

Now, do as I say and sound the retreat!

Where are you going? Hey, come back!

Come back and fight!

- What are you making? - A message for the English.

So, what are the men saying?

She's a gift from God.

Some even call her a saint.

I'd gladly follow her through hell if I had to.

Will you go that far if she asks you to?

Of course I will. I've been there before.

There's one thing I don't quite understand.

If she's been sent to us by God

why does he allow her to be wounded so badly?

So maybe the good question is, is she really sent by God?

Who knows?

God knows.

A woman with a sword.

Catherine!

Catherine. Catherine.

Catherine!

You've hurt my feelings.

Catherine! Catherine!

Catherine! Catherine!

Frenchies!

What happened to your precious angel?

Frenchies. Frenchies!

I'll tell you what happened!

We sent the little bitch back to hell,

so she can go fuck with the devil!

What are you gonna do now, Frenchies?

Why not come out and fight? Come on! Come on!

Bastards, wake up!

Or are you too busy praying

to bring your little fucking witch back from the dead?

Do you hear me?

I hear you!!

I'm alive!

May God forgive your blasphemy.

For I never will.

I never will!

Jeanne, what are you doing? You need to rest.

We must wake up the soldiers. Now.

- But, Jeanne... - My fine soldiers, wake up.

My fine soldiers, wake up!

To arms! To arms!

Wake up! Wake up! We must fight the battle!

Wake up! Wake up!

My fine soldiers, the battle has begun!

Wake up!

To arms!

Wake up! The time has come! Come on, up!

The battle has begun!

La Hire. To arms!

- Wake up! - Yes?

My soldiers, we need this tower up!

We need this tower up now!

My soldiers, help me! Help me.

Pull!

Jeanne. What's going on?

We're taking back the Tourelles.

Yeah! Come on!

Get ready!

Hey! Go wake up Glasdale.

Jeanne! What are you doing?

I'm sending a message to Glasdale.

- With that? - Yes.

But you've got it back to front.

Listen, I know what I'm doing.

So either lend a hand or get back to bed.

I'm going to send a message to Glasdale too.

My lord?

What?

The French witch, she's back from the dead.

Hurry up, men!

Jeanne! Don't you think we should take some time

to think about this?

Sooner is better than later.

- Jeanne! - To arms! To arms!

- Wait! - Good morning!

Good morning!

This one.

What the fuck is she playing at?

I don't know! The question is, what is she doing now?

How can we plan anything

if she doesn't at least consult with us?

Did we consult with her yesterday?

Don't even start, Alencon.

You agreed to attack yesterday too.

- Yes, but that doesn't count. - Why is that?

"Cause I always agree to attack. To arms!"

Crazy bitch.

She doesn't even know how to use it.

Come on!

Come on! Go!

Oh, my God!

Fuck! Close the doors!

Close the doors!

Glasdale!

Open the door!

Load the porcupine!

Pull!

And pull!

Come on! Come on, hurry up!

Come on. Come on.

Never wait for miracles. Stay there.

French whore! Come and get me!

Come and get me! Come on!

What are you waiting for?

Alencon! Alencon!

Yes? Oh, Jeanne.

Find your archers and burn that door.

Right away!

Let's move it! Push!

Prepare the gate! Come on!

Position!

Fire!

- Water! - Fire!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Kill her.

Fuck.

- Reload! - More archers!

Fire!

Fire!

Perfect.

More archers!

Help me!

La Hire!

Get your men, and we'll load this up as a battering ram!

Already done.

- What? - Nothing.

- Help me with these men, please. - Yes.

As you command.

- What are you doing? - We're going to open that door.

Isn't that what you want?

Get out of my fucking way!

Fill the cauldron!

Fucking French! What the fuck do you know about me?

Reload. Reload!

Fill the fucking cauldron!

What are you waiting for? Come on!

More men! More men!

More men!

- Come on! - Ready!

Pour the oil!

Pour the oil!

What are you doing, Jeanne?

I'm playing.

What are you doing to me, Jeanne?

What are you doing to me, Jeanne?

What are you doing to me, Jeanne?!

Jeanne! Jeanne!

Do you hear me?

Are you all right?

- Do you hear me? - Yes.

- Calm down. - Yes.

It's over.

We won.

- We won? - Yes.

Fucking bitch.

Ah, Jeanne.

My friend, my soldier, in my arms.

- We won? - "Won"?

No, no, Jeanne. So small a word will never do.

This is victory!

This is glory!

Jeanne?

What's the matter?

- What's the matter? - Jeanne.

This is glory?

This blood...

This is not possible.

- This is not possible. - Jeanne.

This is not possible.

It is not possible.

You look disappointed. Isn't this what you wanted?

No.

Not like this.

For weeks you've been asking for this.

Well, now you have it.

What? What...?

No!

What are you doing?

Nothing. I'm just taking his teeth.

But you can't just kill a man for his teeth.

Why not? He has good teeth.

Because... Because you can't!

What about all this?

That's different.

I mean, we were fighting for a cause.

Not me. He is my prisoner. I can take his teeth if I want to.

No! You can't! Stop it!

No, here. Take this.

He's mine now. Here, you. Go.

Go!

Bravo. And what about all the other prisoners?

- Do we let them go too? - I don't know!

Maybe.

We must confess.

We must confess.

Please, we have to be confessed. All of us.

Now...

I know this is not normal custom, but...

Everything's gonna be fine. He's gonna confess us.

Kneel. Kneel.

Alencon brings bad news.

The English are forming up, thousands of them,

on the far side of the river.

I think we should count our men and get ready.

Let's go.

I'll go.

Alone.

I have a message for your King Henry!

It is a message from God!

Go home!

Go now, in peace!

If you do not go now, you will be buried in this field!

I've seen enough blood!

But if you want more...

I can't stop you!

I can only warn you that it will be your blood

not ours!

I'm waiting for your answer.

Never wait for miracles. Stand by to attack.

No.

Please.

My Lord

please.

Now, that's what I call a goddamn bloody miracle.

She was on her white horse alone,

facing the whole English army, and she drove them away.

And now Orléans is free.

We lost Orléans.

I want that girl.

I want that girl... burned.

May I see the seamstress?

It's too tight. I can't breathe...

That's meant to be a crown?

Don't you have something a little more regal?

No, the English took the real one.

It's been muddy for so long,

I forgot how good it looked when cleaned up.

But did you remember to clean up what's inside as well?

I ask for a grandiose coronation and this is what you get?

This whole thing is going to be an utter fiasco!

You gave me three days to prepare.

Your father's coronation took three months.

He's probably right. We should call for a delay.

There's no time, sir. We can't hold up the ceremony.

There's no telling when the English might come back.

Let them come. Let them see who is the true king of France.

Well...

Those damn English. We should be doing this in Paris, in Notre Dame.

It is much more prestigious and twice as big.

It is the sacred place that matters, Charles, not the size.

- Am I correct, bishop? - Oh, yes, my lady.

All true kings of France must first be anointed

in our great cathedral of Retros, with the holy oil of Clovis.

Your Grace! There can be no anointing.

What in heaven's name are you talking about?

The holy oil of Clovis, it's all gone.

Gone? But that's impossible.

It's a magic oil. Miraculous oil. It can never be exhausted.

- Look for yourself. - Problem?

I just don't understand.

The oil of Clovis, it was quite full the last time I saw it.

And when was that?

The coronation of King Charles VI.

Thirty years ago? Does it surprise you it's gone?

But you don't understand. It's no ordinary oil.

It's a miraculous oil.

It was brought by a white dove from heaven

to crown King Clovis in this very cathedral.

What are you doing?

Performing a miracle.

With this sacred oil, blessed by the hand of God the Father Almighty,

we do anoint thee, Charles Valois,

to be sovereign lord and king of this great kingdom of France,

charging that ye shall defend the faith of our Mother Holy Church

as long as ye shall live.

Amen.

Long live the king!

- Jeanne, are you all right? - Yes. Yes, I'm fine.

Why are you staring at me?

"Cause you have an arrow in your leg."

So there is.

But that doesn't stop you from climbing.

Go, climb! Go! Go!

Raymond!

Take this arrow out of my leg.

Look out!

Be careful!

Jeanne. Jeanne, the men are exhausted.

I know, but so is the enemy.

They're falling back. Paris is ours.

Jeanne, we are not enough.

So bring up the reinforcements.

Reinforcements? Where?

Right behind us.

Dunois with another 10,000 men.

Jeanne, look behind you!

Never look behind. Only ahead!

Do you know how to count?

Of course I do. So bring them up!

Jeanne, that is not 10,000 reinforcements!

That is 100 very loyal but very tired soldiers!

But where's Dunois?

And where are the men the king promised me?

He never sent them! Don't you understand?

He doesn't want this war anymore.

He has his crown now. That's all he ever wanted.

But my voices, they promised me.

To hell with your voices!

It's time to face facts!

We have nothing to do here!

None of us.

Not even you.

You don't believe in me anymore?

Jeanne, of course we still believe in you.

If it were up to me,

I'd chase every last goddamn Englishman into the ocean.

But it's not up to us anymore.

It's up to the king.

You should go home, Jeanne.

We cannot possibly afford to pay

for the size of army she's demanding.

The girl is crazy.

Her victory at Orléans was a miracle.

Everyone knows that.

But we can't wait for a miracle

when we build a future for France!

Paris was a disaster. Mm?

God wasn't with her then.

If God deserts her, what do you think we should do?

Don't.

Why did you betray me? Paris was ours for the taking.

All I needed was another few hundred men.

Why did you take the army you gave me?

Gave you?

I wouldn't quite put it that way.

So how would you put it?

Well...

We are, of course, enormously grateful for your past efforts,

but now your task is done.

Now is the time for negotiation.

Peace will only be got with the English by the end of a lance.

Why are you so bloodthirsty? Do you enjoy it?

- No. - Diplomacy is far more civilized,

far safer and far cheaper.

I have letters here from towns under siege,

where your people are starving,

begging God on their knees to help them.

And I'm here to answer their prayers.

And you want to stop me?

France does not belong to you, Charles.

She belongs to God.

If only she would just go home.

So, what am I supposed to do now?

What do your voices say?

They haven't spoken to me in weeks. Not since the coronation.

No signs. Nothing.

Maybe their silence is a sign.

Maybe it's a sign to go home.

No. It's not time yet. My mission isn't over yet.

- There's still so much I have to do. - But how do you...?

How do you know that these...?

These voices aren't just really you?

Well, they are me.

That's how God speaks to me.

Even you could hear them if you listened hard enough.

You make it sound so simple.

So even you don't believe in me anymore.

Jeanne, I believe in you more than anyone.

I just wish I could...

I could

help you.

There is one thing you can do if you wanna help me.

Tell me.

Tell the king to give back the army that he gave me.

We have to stop her, Your Majesty.

If she raises her own army and attacks

the Burgundians at Compiégne,

all my months of painful negotiations will have been in vain.

Jeanne has done so much for us.

I can assure you, Charles, the maid

has no greater admirer than myself.

But whatever our personal feelings,

we cannot allow her to conduct her own private war.

For the sake of the kingdom,

it is imperative that you stop her going to Compiégne.

I can't stop her.

Well, if you don't,

I'm sure the Burgundians would be happy to oblige.

If they capture her at Compiégne...

No one can blame us.

But it could sound like we betrayed her.

- No. No, never. - Good heavens, no, no!

Don't worry, Charles.

If God is still with her, she will be victorious.

But her army's so much smaller.

Then her faith will have to be bigger.

- No! No! - Jeanne! Jeanne!

What are you doing? Open this gate immediately.

I can't risk the safety of my town.

But...

Take my banner!

Jeanne!

Jeanne!

Jeanne.

My Lord.

My Lord.

I can't believe it.

Your romantic vision of death with all that grass growing everywhere.

I must admit you have a big imagination.

But maybe not big enough.

Death is much more

simple.

After a few months, it gets more interesting.

Then, after a year, it finally becomes

romantic.

Who are you?

You don't like my face?

Maybe you'd prefer this one.

Too young, maybe.

How about this one?

Better, no?

But... incomplete.

Get thee behind me, Satan.

Who are you to even think you can know

the difference between good and evil?

Are you God?

I'm just a messenger.

He needs me.

How can you possibly imagine that God,

the creator of heaven and earth,

the source of all life,

could possibly need you?

I don't know.

You don't think he's big enough

to deliver his own messages?

What do you want from me?

Nothing. I'm here to set you free.

I said smile. You have visitors.

The Duke of Burgundy.

So here's the famous Jeanne,

savior of Orléans, terror of the English.

My king will pay any ransom you ask.

Your king? Oh, yes, of course.

What's he gonna pay me with? Cows? Chickens?

I prefer gold, and the English have plenty.

I wonder how much they'll pay to have the witch of Orléans

in their clutches.

Those English are so arrogant, they can't accept the idea

of being defeated by a peasant girl.

It has to have been the devil's work.

God defeated the English.

And God who allowed you to be caught?

Personally, I don't believe in God.

I don't believe in the devil either.

That's why I'm never disappointed.

Sell her.

To pay Jeanne's ransom.

All the captains gave what they could, as well as citizens of Orléans.

That's

very generous of you.

How much?

- Ten thousand gold crowns. - Ten thousand?

That's a lot.

Your Grace, I place you in charge of this very delicate negotiation.

Get yourself ready. You're leaving.

- Who are you? - Pierre Cauchon, Bishop of Beauvais.

As you were captured in my diocese,

the duty of conducting the trial falls upon me.

Trial?

What trial?

Your trial, Jeanne, on a charge of heresy.

But...

But my king...

Didn't he pay my ransom?

It seems the English care more about you than the French.

- The English? - Yes.

They paid your ransom.

Tomorrow you'll be transferred to their great castle at Rouen.

Our most serene and Christian king,

Henry VI, king of England and France,

has placed this girl in our hands,

accused of a number of heretical deeds,

to be tried in a matter of faith.

Take the Holy Gospels in your hand

and swear to tell the whole truth

regarding anything you may be asked.

I don't know what you're going to ask me.

You may ask me things that I won't want to answer.

You will swear to tell the truth about everything you are asked.

I will willingly swear to tell the truth about all earthly things.

But as to my revelations, I've told no one except my king...

Charles VI, the one and only king of France.

You must take the oath.

Not even a king would refuse to take an oath

to tell the truth in a matter of faith.

I will tell you all that I'm allowed to tell you.

But as for the rest

even if you threaten to cut off my head, I won't tell you.

Begin by telling us your name,

assuming you're allowed to tell us that much.

My name is Jeanne.

My little cross that I had around my neck was taken from me.

May I have it back?

Show us a little more cooperation first.

Where were you born?

In a village called Domrémy.

How old are you?

Nineteen. Or thereabouts.

Were you baptized?

- Yes. - Recite Our Lord's Prayer.

Not unless you hear my confession.

Jeanne, listen to me very carefully.

We are all men of faith,

and we shall earnestly strive for the salvation

of your body and your soul.

We do this in the name of our Holy Mother Church,

who never closes her arms to those who would return to her.

But we cannot help you unless you submit

to our learned judgment and authority.

Take heed of this charitable admonition,

for if you persist in refusing our help,

we shall have no choice but

to abandon you to the secular powers.

And I think you know well enough

the punishment that would await you.

So now

will you please recite Our Lord's Prayer?

Not unless you hear my confession.

Jeanne, be careful.

You are not helping yourself

by refusing to submit to our judgment.

You, who claim to be my judges,

you be careful!

For you too one day will be judged.

Guards, take the prisoner away!

Blaspheming sorceress!

- Silence! - Sorceress!

Silence! Clear the room!

Clear the room! Clear the room!

I think in future, we should conduct our inquiries in private,

away from public pressure.

Let the English burn her if they want to.

Why does it have to involve us?

Because it's our clear duty to root out heresy wherever we find it.

Father Vincente.

You're the most venerable among us. What do you think?

I think this trial is a masquerade.

And I won't be part of it anymore.

I'm willing to be her judge, but not her executioner.

That's what I'm trying to ensure.

The verdict comes at the end of a trial, Cauchon,

not at the beginning.

I am going back to Rome

to give my report to our Holy Father, the Pope.

Well, this is ridiculous.

Now I'm the one who's on trial and being judged.

- Arrest him. - What are you doing?

This is an ecclesiastical court! You have no right to do this!

This is English territory.

I have the right to do anything.

Is that clear?

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread. Forgive us our trespasses.

Forgive us. Forgive and not...

Forgive us, then forgive them.

Forgive them, then forgive us. Forgive them.

Why were you yelling out there?

What are you doing here?

You can't stay here. Go away. Go away!

Why? Are you waiting for someone else?

- Yes. - Who?

My visions.

Your visions?

They're going to come and visit you in here?

Yes. That's what I pray for.

I want to see that. Do you mind if I stay on the side here?

- I won't bother you. - No!

No. You can't! You can't. Or else they won't come.

- Why won't they? - Because I have to be alone.

They won't come anyway.

- What do you mean, they won't come? - Why would they?

Because I've always been faithful to God,

and I've followed everything he's ever said.

I've done everything he's ever asked to do.

God asked you to do something?

Yes. Lots of things.

You mean, God said, "I need you, Jeanne"?

No.

But... he sent me signs.

Signs. What signs?

The wind. The wind.

- Wind? - And the clouds. Ringing.

Ringing cloud?

The dance. The dance.

The dance.

The dance.

Mm. The dance.

The sword.

The sword lying in the field. That was a sign.

No, that was a sword in a field.

No. No. That was a sign.

No. That was a sword in a field.

It can't just get there by itself.

It can't. A sword just doesn't get there by itself.

It can't just get there by itself.

True. Every event has an infinite number of causes,

so why pick one rather than another?

There are many ways

a sword might find itself in a field.

Seems a perfectly valid explanation,

but how about this one?

But then again, there are other possibilities.

Or even faster.

And that's without counting the inexplicable.

Yet from an infinite number of possibilities,

you had to pick this one.

You didn't see what was, Jeanne.

You saw what you wanted to see.

This voice that you say appears to you,

is it an angel or a saint, or does it come from God?

I won't tell you any more about that.

I'm more afraid of displeasing him than not answering you.

You're afraid of displeasing God by telling the truth?

- No. - Did God forbid you to tell the truth?

No.

But my revelations were for the king of France, not for you.

When you saw your king for the first time,

was there an angel over his head?

If there was one, I did not see it.

Why did your king believe in you without any proof?

Go and ask him yourself.

Dinner.

When you were taken prisoner at Compiégne, did you have a horse?

Yes. A half-steed. Black.

- And who gave you that horse? - My king.

How many did he give you?

Five steeds and a few hackneys.

As much as for a lord. What an honor.

Did your king give you other wealth apart from those horses?

No.

What about all those dresses you were given?

Silk dresses, weren't they?

Yes. Yes, I was given a few.

But I never had time to wear them.

Still, pretty wealthy for a peasant girl, wouldn't you say?

You look pretty wealthy for a servant of God, wouldn't you say?

You launched an attack on Paris, didn't you?

I tried to.

And didn't you order the citizens of Paris to surrender the city

in the name of the king of heaven?

No, I said, "Surrender in the name of the king of France."

That is not what is written in the evidence.

Look for yourself.

I can't read.

Yes, I forgot.

God sent us an illiterate peasant

to carry out such an important mission.

Do you think that God made the right decision?

To take an ignorant girl to save the kingdom of France?

I leave that answer to God.

Fuck!

Calm down, my lord, I beg you.

How can I be calm when I'm made the laughingstock

- of the whole court? - You've seen how it is.

This girl has a way with people,

but we're making progress every day.

As long as that bitch remains alive, our armies refuse to fight.

Don't you understand?

They need proof that God is on their side.

It's not for us to burn her. That's your prerogative.

And it's your prerogative to find her guilty.

But we can't do that unless she admits to blasphemy.

What are you waiting for?

You've got a castle full of racks and rocks and pulleys.

So torture the bitch.

You'll never get anything out of her that way.

And besides,

you must realize that several of my colleagues are, well, scared.

Scared? Of a girl?

Scared to make a mistake.

Suppose she's right.

Suppose she has been sent by God.

Whose side are you on, Cauchon?

I'm on the side of Holy Mother Church.

Do you have a sword?

- Quite a few. - Didn't you also carry a banner?

Yes.

Which do you prefer? Your banner or your sword?

I was 40 times more fond of my banner.

Why was that?

Did it have some particular value or power?

No. It's just...

It's just, a sword is a weapon.

- And? - And...

And so I prefer my banner.

Why?

To avoid killing anyone.

Are you saying if you'd not been carrying your banner,

you'd have killed more people?

No. No. Of course not. I never killed anyone.

Then perhaps the temptation to kill would have been stronger,

- too strong perhaps. - No, no.

No. I warned the English to go back home.

I begged them not to force us to fight. They knew...

We have numerous witnesses who can confirm

you were not always carrying your banner.

Yes, perhaps.

Sometimes you were carrying just your sword?

Yes. I don't know.

Did you use the sword that you held in your hand?

Yes, I used it to... I held it up...

You held up your sword and flourished it about in the air like this!

I don't remember.

So you were in the middle of the battlefield

with your sword in your hand, waving it above your head,

charging against the enemy, screaming and yelling,

fighting for your life,

and you expect us to believe

that in the middle of all this excitement,

you never Killed anyone?

No. I never killed anyone.

I can't believe you can lie like that.

I'm not lying.

I'm not lying. Leave me alone! I can't remember.

I never killed anyone. I can't remember.

Let me help your memory.

I don't wanna hear anymore.

Leave me alone. I didn't kill that man.

Leave me alone! Leave me a...

Stop. Stop. I can't remember.

The battles were so confusing!

I was only defending myself as best as I could.

There was so much dust and smoke and noise.

I was being attacked on all sides.

So maybe, perhaps, I fought back.

But it was only to defend myself.

- So your memory's coming back? - Yes.

- Good. - Yes.

And now you tell me why God let all those battles happen

in the first place.

He's so powerful. You said he's the creator of heaven and earth.

The source of all life.

He could easily have stopped all that blood and all that misery.

Why? Why didn't he?

Is he the one who spread all this blood and misery?

Is he?

But he could have stopped it.

What did he get? Pleasure? Pleasure?

Pleasure from watching us killing each other in his name?

- In his name? - Yes. In his name.

We fought and killed in his name, the king of heaven!

- Really? - Let all those who love me, follow me!

"Let all who love me, follow me!"

Where does God get mentioned?

Come on, Jeanne.

Be honest.

You fought for yourself. In your name.

No!

I was defending myself as best as I could.

Everyone has the right to defend themselves, don't they?

Yes, they do! What, should I have let myself get killed, is that it?

No, no. You did fine. I'd even say well done.

As a matter of fact,

most of the ones you killed probably deserved it, don't you think?

No! No.

I never thought killing each other would bring about any peace.

- I agree. - Peace will only be got

- from the English at the end of a lance. - I don't agree.

Why do you keep changing your mind all the time?

You. Why? Why?

Why are you doing this to me?

Do you get pleasure from hurting me?

Ah. Pleasure. That's a difficult word to define.

When does the pain end and the pleasure begin?

When did your pleasure begin, with that sword in your hand?

I never took pleasure in hurting anyone.

Really?

Set me free. Set me free.

You will be, Jeanne.

You will be.

Jeanne, my very dear friend in Christ,

we, your judges and assessors,

desirous of reaching a true and lawful verdict,

submitted a transcript of your trial to the University of Paris

in order to obtain their opinion.

After careful consideration,

the learned scholars have concluded with us

that you have committed many grievous sins.

I ask you now to listen most carefully to their opinion

as detailed in these articles.

"Article 1:

You said that by God's command

you have continually worn men's clothes

and that you have also worn your hair short,

with nothing to distinguish you

from the soldiers with whom you fought.

"As to this article, the learned scholars have declared..."

Don't abandon me. Please.

Where are you?

Where are you? Please.

Is this what you want? Is this what you want?

Do you want me to...

To burn

without

being confessed?

Finally, Article 12.

"You have said that you are not willing to submit yourself

to the judgment of the church militant, but only to God."

As to this article, the scholars say that you have no comprehension

of the authority of the Church,

that you have perniciously erred in the faith of God,

that you're a child of superstition, a wanderer from the faith,

an invoker of demons, an idolater and a heretic.

Jeanne, we once again admonish, beg and exalt you

to cast out and recant your erroneous beliefs

by signing this recantation.

Please.

If the Church

wants me to say

that my visions are evil,

then I do not believe in this Church.

Perform your office!

Wait.

Jeanne, I beg of you, sign.

In God's name, don't you understand? I'm trying to save you.

I want to be confessed.

Sign this and I will confess you myself if you want.

And may I...?

May I...? May I go to Mass?

As often as you like.

Now, for the love of God, sign.

Sign, Jeanne, and you'll be free of your chains.

Free of the fire, Jeanne.

Thank you.

You know what you just signed?

You just signed away his existence.

I didn't mean to.

For you

he's a lie.

An illusion.

No, no. He told me that I would be confessed.

In the end, it was you who abandoned him.

May I have that back, please?

- You have nothing to regret. - No.

Give it back to me!

Give it back!

Take her away! Take her away!

Silence her!

There. She has recanted.

And we accept her repentance,

for the Church never closes her arms

to those who would return to the fold.

Now she's your martyr, not ours.

No. No! No, please.

No, please. Please! Please!

Enough.

Here.

If you wanna get dressed, try these for size.

My lord bishop!

Ah, Cauchon.

Come to see for yourself.

Well, take a look.

You see? Dressed as a man again.

Her touching repentance didn't last very long, did it?

The Bishop of Senlis was passing by

and so was on hand to witness her very evident relapse.

And by what miracle did these clothes find their way in here?

Not a miracle, my dear Cauchon.

An evil spell.

This girl is a witch, and tomorrow she will burn for it.

Have the stake prepared in the marketplace.

Jeanne, I don't understand.

Why did you do it? Why?

And you. Why did you lie?

You promised to have me confessed.

I know. It was the only way to have you saved from the fire.

It's not my body I want to save.

It's my soul.

I ask only one thing:

Please

hear my confession.

I can't, Jeanne.

I can't hear your confession.

I'm very sorry.

You want to confess?

I'm listening.

I've committed sins, my Lord.

So many sins.

I saw...

SO many signs.

Many signs.

The ones I wanted to see.

I fought

out of revenge,

and despair.

I was all the things

that people believe

they are allowed to be

when they're fighting for

a cause.

For a cause.

I was

proud,

and stubborn.

Selfish.

Selfish.

Yes. Cruel.

Yes.

Cruel.

You think you are ready now?

Yes.

Good.

Amen.

Joan of Arc was burned at the stake on May 30, 1431, at the age of 19.

She was canonized by the Vatican.

five hundred years later.

JOAN OF ARC

Waving banners, swinging swords.

Queens and kings, and other lords.

And the battles of our pride.

Greed and hunger deep inside.

All the sorrow born of pain.

Cruelty and cruelty again.

Who will stop this vicious spin?

Open arms and let love in.

Open arms and let love in.

Open arms and let love in.

Open arms.

And let love in