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I pronounce you man and wife.

Go in peace, my children.

My son.

God has blessed me with healthy sons...

Who have taken for themselves healthy wives.

Well, two or three so far.

Next will be our pierre.

To the sons.

Jacques d'arc.

To my sister joan.

The maid of lorraine.

To the wives of my sons.

Though they be not of my flesh,

these two young lasses are more daughter to me...

than one who thinks she's as good as a man...

And better than her own blood.

God puts us where he wants us.

And by god, it's up to us to stay there and make the best of it.

Look, she's alive.

Look, madame.

Go back. You're too weak.

No. we stick to the plan. Remember ?

- The fire. let's go. - Glasdale is mine !

Let's go !

More men up here !

Fire !

- I'll go for louis. - Get me out of here !

Let me out ! hey !

Get that fire out !

Move the horses ! move them out !

Let's get them out of here.

It's spreading. We have to lower the drawbridge.

Not until I give the signal.

- More water ! - Glasdale !

There are two men here. help.

You die where you stand !

For agincourt !

Help ! help me ! Over here !

Kick it !

Sword ! sword !

Hey !

The gate !

Get him ! get him !

Glasdale !

Come out that I may send you to hell.

no !

Release him !

You saved my life.

But you took away my honor.

The honor of killing another man ?

Killing that man, it's what I've lived for.

Is that sort of honor worth dying for, captain ?

yes.

Then the sum of your life would have been just that.

How many men died yesterday, captain ? On both sides.

One thousand ?

Five thousand ?

What did you expect ?

A holy war is still a war.

Were those who fought for england any less noble...

Than those who fought for france ?

You're asking me ?

No, captain.

I'm asking god.

Guards are calling for you, and will not be pacified.

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

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

Surely this is easier than your day at orleans.

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

There I had a purpose. I knew my place.

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

Doing god's work is not always so rousing, all grand.

You may find that the hardest things you are called upon to do...

Will be the quiet ones, the ones that have no triumphs.

Such as living at court or standing behind your king...

Or simply being a symbol.

I know a good deal about all of that.

But this work is every bit as important as the other,

and it has its rewards, my child.

You can learn to read and write.

You can learn the discipline of a religious order...

So that you may be worthy to know the true will of god.

Bishop, I already know the true will of god.

He instructs me directly through his voices.

Your conviction that these voices are a direct communion with the lord our god...

Is not only naive but dangerous.

You are very young.

Lacking religious training and the guidance of the church,

you are incapable of judging the purity of these voices.

You cannot, must not,

put your trust in them.

Why not ?

Because it is human nature to believe in the divinity of the messenger...

Rather than the message.

This could lead you to the sins of arrogance and pride...

And, ipso facto, corrupt the message.

Then what about poitiers ? The church examined me.

They said that my voices were real, a miracle. You said so yourself.

And so they are.

Your belief in your voices has given faith to others.

In the eyes of the church, that which produces faith is a miracle.

But it does not mean...

That your voices were from god.

Dear girl.

I sense in you an excellent mind.

I entreat you to rise above the simple thinking of a country girl.

If you are to do god's work,

you must strive to understand the difference.

Then everything's been a lie.

You said my voices were a miracle,

so people believed in this miracle and in me.

Don't judge harshly.

Come.

Join your king a top the steps of the cathedral.

And from there,

look into the faces of all the believers...

Who have come to honor your incredible achievement.

And then you will see your miracle.

Joan ! Joan !

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

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

Pierre.

Let me see you.

You must be feeling better.

Was it all the excitement ?

God. It was exciting.

How's mama ?

- Papa ? - They're doing well.

Everybody looks up to them now.

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

I must think of something for you to bring home to mama.

I won't be going home.

- Why ? - I didn't have the courage to tell them,

but I want to join the army and fight beside you.

- No, pierre. - But why ?

- No ! - I'll make a great soldier.

- I Will. I'll prove to you... - It has nothing to do with that.

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

And you think that what I did was glorious.

It's just what they want you to think.

The ones who used me, and I let them.

What are you saying ?

Because of you, we finally have a king.

And france is no longer a dream.

I've heard people call themselves frenchmen.

Not one town, not one region, but their country.

And you did that.

We all think you did it for us.

Are we wrong ?

No, you're right.

I am always for the people.

I just needed you to tell me that.

No, don't lunge !

I surrender.

Pierre's going to be the best soldier in all of france.

You don't look like someone on the way to her banquet.

Because I'm not.

Well, the king was quite insistent. Your presence is important.

Peacocks flocking their latest feathers.

I have no reason to attend.

Suppose I gave you a reason ?

What ?

Charles has made a treaty with phillip,

giving him the district of champagne.

Isn't domremy right on that border ?

The crown is on his majesty's head.

Yet the jewels are on the tip of his tongue.

- Maid joan. - Yes ?

We need you to settle a question.

When saint catherine and saint margaret come to you,

Do they have arms and legs ?

Or do they float above the ground ?

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

Your majesty, what would you call a baker...

Who slices his cake while it's still in the oven ?

I would call him... Not a baker.

What would you call a king who slices up his kingdom...

While others are fighting to unite it for him ?

Your majesty,

why would france sign a treaty with burgundy ?

I fought to unite all of france,

not to make pacts with its bits and pieces.

Burgundy has promised us paris, our beloved capital.

And they have agreed to a one month cessation of conflict.

Yes, but phillip will use the time to fortify paris, not to retreat from it.

You overstep yourself. It is not your place to question the king's authority.

It is god's will that france is united.

Not even the king has the right to challenge god's authority.

I will strongly counsel this girl or any unenlightened mortal...

Against stating what is or is not god's will !

And what if god speaks for himself ?

Oh. your voices, yes ?

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

You can trust experience.

Captain la hire.

Has my counsel ever been wrong ?

No, my friend.

Not yet.

But perhaps you count too much on your voices.

Good soldiering was as responsible for your successes...

As any prayers.

And I worry one day you will call god's name and charge,

and there will be no one there to watch your back.

Your majesty,

let me march on paris with my brave army of frenchmen...

And defend what is rightfully ours.

- You presume to order the king ? - Not order.

Entreat in the name of god.

- You presume to speak for god ? - Not for him, from him.

You are perilously close to heresy.

- When did truth become heresy ? - All heretics believe they speak the truth.

Does that include bishops ?

You ask for eternal damnation !

Well, if she's a heretic, what does that make me ?

It must be made clear to all here present...

That I would never...

Knowingly break a lawful agreement,

no matter how grateful I and all of france are to you,

no matter how magnificent it would be...

To have a truly united country.

But we are deeply touched...

By the loyalty that beats in the heart of this virtuous subject.

- What's she going to do ? - Attack paris.

Charles' treaty with burgundy was a death warrant for champagne.

At the moment, housands of french loyalists are being slaughtered.

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

The next time charles needs a pawn in his game.

You're france's capital. You must set an example.

Paris must swear allegiance to charles.

Paris' only allegiance is with the citizens of paris.

We, the aldermen of this great city, command you to leave us in peace.

Command ?

You dare command joan the maid ?

We will enter paris by any means.

Be warned. The city is well armed.

The men of paris,

every soldier, merchant and tailor,

will rise against you.

Don't respond. Leave yourself room.

Tell the tailors to put down their needles and take up their swords.

The army of god is at hand.

No. we attack at dawn.

- Are you sure about this ? - Yes.

But it's a sunday. It's a sacrilege to fight on the lord's day.

The burgundians may yet return.

I can't believe that god would want us to wait.

You seem troubled, captain.

Yes, I'm troubled. Attacking paris is madness.

The walls are too high. Our ladders may not even reach the top.

And as for me, i'm paid to fight soldiers, not tradesmen.

Are you still, after all, just a mercenary ?

Paris is neither an enemy nor a threat.

Our lord said, "he who is not with me is against me."

With jesus ? Or with joan ?

If you don't believe in me, leave.

At agincourt,

I lost my faith in my country.

I came to believe in myself.

At orleans, I lost my faith in myself.

I came to believe in you.

We are now both utterly alone.

Only I have the courage to admit it.

I will assume his command.

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

we must !

No ! move forward !

no !

Light up the night, sir bertrand.

I regret having missed spirited conversation...

Between yourself and our dear young maid.

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

No doubt.

I've been giving much thought...

To the pastoral needs of our brethren in the north.

The district of compiegne in spiritually deficient.

Burgundy...

Is further deprived by its lack of a bishop.

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

Of a prelate not unlike yourself.

I'm honored by the archbishop's endorsement,

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

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

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

You will henceforth be their bishop.

I'm being sent into exile.

My words against the maid have embarrassed the church that sanctioned her.

The church needs your services in the north, my dear cauchon.

What have I done ?

What have I done ?

In this wicked game, I have but one card left to play.

I must make it count. She's asked for leave to visit her family.

You've given her no reply. -I have no reply.

Until we've cleaned up her mess, Joan is to stay at court.

I may still need her.

Please give me a sign.

Please give me a sign.

I've done everything that you asked.

What did I do wrong?

I don't understand. I don't understand.

Please give me a sign.

Why don't you answer me?

Noble adversaries, I've come to apologize.

We promised you peace, and, well, it has not quite gone as we'd hoped.

- Yes. - Quite.

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

I was as shocked as you. She's a headstrong girl, this Joan,

and so immensely popular.

Where is this leading? Get to the point.

The point, Sir,

is that I have come to propose a 30-day cessation of conflict...

among our three factions.

This time no exceptions.

And what, may one ask, would be the benefit for Burgundy?

And England.

In your territories are cities still loyal to me.

If there's a treaty, I would not be able to defend them, would I?

There would be nothing to stop you from taking them.

You're very kind.

But what's to prevent our taking them anyway? What then?

Then I promise...

that you have not yet seen the full power of the maid.

Your majesty, the cities you have just condemned

will send appeals for your help.

And when I ignore them, they will turn to the maid.

Tell Joan she may leave court to visit her family.

And when she returns, we would like to confer a very special honor.

Mama.

I bid you Godspeed, dear Bishop.

You are the most cunning man I have ever known. Perhaps the most ruthless.

You have betrayed me for Joan, and you will betray her as well...

once she has outlived her use.

You speak nonsense, old friend.

Joan is the maid. Do you forget?

She is going to unite all of France...

behind me.

Poor deluded Joan.

She has no idea she has put a monster on the throne.

Those are my last words as your majesty's spiritual adviser.

- Can I help, Mama? - No. Sit.

No. You're a guest. -What if I don't wish to be a guest?

No.

You left this outside.

I fed your horse. Beautiful animal.

It's a simple meal, but it's hearty.

Isabelle, stop making apologies for the way we live.

Is the king's Court as beautiful as they say?

Well, nothing is as beautiful as home.

I wish you had said that to Pierre.

Pierre made his own choices, Papa.

He followed a dream. Yours.

You still call me a dreamer after all I've...

After all you have done?

What have you done?

Beyond making yourself into an idol.

I've pledged my life to unite France.

And sacrificed your brother in the bargain.

Don't say that.

He was my son.

What do you want from me?

I want forgiveness.

No.

These words I gather.

I beg forgiveness for the sin of pride.

Please bring me absolution from our Lord God and from my father.

Please return to me, dear patron saint.

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

I would have expected Beauvais to have a grander cathedral.

God resides here, nevertheless,

with room enough for visitors, even the English regent.

And my personal chaplain.

We have a religious question that you might settle.

I need to apprehend and eliminate a certain villainous girl.

But she must be destroyed in name as well as body.

I...

have heard that you may regard this selfsame girl...

as a heretic.

So I find myself wondering, might the Church be helpful in this matter?

The Church does not kill.

The inquisition is burning heretics by the bushel.

The inquisition merely locates dead branches on the tree of mother Church...

and then brings in civil authorities to do the pruning.

Meaning you would agree to try her.

Were she to be captured in my diocese,

my duty would be to fight for the salvation of her immortal soul.

I would expect nothing more or less.

You're leaving because I denied you forgiveness.

No, Papa.

I'm leaving because.

I have a calling.

Because this is what God meant for me to do.

Because this is what I'm compelled to do.

As Pierre did what he was compelled to do.

Papa.

I'm afraid to leave.

Even more than I was before.

You will bravely face whatever life hands you.

How could you not? You are a daughter of Jacques d'Arc.

Be well, my daughter.

Be well.

You've changed.

My counsel has told me that my work is not yet finished.

- They returned to you? -Yes.

They told me that Charles will betray me.

And that he must do this so that he can fully be king.

My darkest time lies ahead.

It's all part of God's plan.

And everything will be fine in the end.

I, encountered a messenger...

with a letter for you from the citizens of Compiegne.

- Can you read it? - Yes.

"To blessed Joan the Maid from the citizens of Compiegne.

"Hear our cry. Phillip has invaded. His troops are upon us.

"We have written many pleas to the king without reply.

Save us, dear Maid, from the wrath of the Burgundians, in the name of God."

So it begins.

Though you were born a common girl,

your courage and virtue are surpassed by none.

It is one of the great mysteries of the world,

the nobility of birth is often accorded more credit than nobility of character.

But as king, I have the power to alter that inequity.

Joan, who is sometimes called joan d'arc...

And the maid of lorraine,

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

With all of the rights and privileges opportune there to.

And in gratitude, the crown exempts for 300 years hence...

All taxes on the village of your birth.

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

so your name will live on well after you.

Kneel, joan.

From this day onward,

you shall be known as joan de lis.

The flower of france.

Now rise.

Your majesty.

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

It's not a choice.

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

And even if I were to choose to violate it,

I haven't the resources.

Our troops are all fighting up north. Our finances are depleted.

Our cities are overrun with refugees and plague.

I've discovered that getting the crown is one matter,

but keeping it is quite another.

I'm still commander of your army.

Why don't you send me to liberate them ?

Yes. yes, I must do right by all my subjects,

whatever the risk.

Thy king is very compassionate.

- How quickly can you leave ? - As soon as an army can be assembled.

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

But I will send for captain la hire...

To bring a larger army from the north.

You can rendezvous at compiegne.

It will be good to fight again,

with the right men, for the right reasons.

Well, then.

Your majesty.

Joan.

You don't have to do this.

The day we met, we spoke of god's plan,

and we still have to play our parts.

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

Know that I know that.

Joan! I have a map of compiegne here.

Jean, you have to listen to me.

We may not have the chance to speak again.

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

I know that this is hard for you to understand.

But you must stand behind charles.

Promise me that you'll finish what we started.

Swear it.

La hire ! la hire approaches.

Burgundians.

no !

no ! It's as I told you.

Joan.

Joan !

Madame.

So, this is the maid.

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

Rumors in a place like this are like water.

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

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

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

So that he may shed a tear ?

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

And what may that be ?

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

Impudent little witch !

Enough !

Mama... oh !

I was wintering in the south when I heard of this.

I returned as quickly as possible. You'll catch a chill.

You have duped my son into your dreadful game.

This girl is not a threat.

There will be no sale to england. Come with me.

Did you sleep well ?

Yes, madame.

No, I've had those wretched clothes removed.

Now, if these do not fit or are not to your taste,

- new clothes will be made. - I must have my own clothes back, madame.

My dear, if you are to be my personal charge,

I must ask for a bit more cooperation.

What is it you want ?

Want ?

Well, I want to go to heaven.

My dear,

I was a pious young girl who hoped to be a nun,

but my family would have none of it.

So god had to learn to share me with others too.

And I fear he's not always come first.

Now, my time is short. Judgment day draws nearer.

I must strengthen my defense.

If I can...

If I can keep god's blessed young maid from the hands of the english,

perhaps he will grant me mercy.

How will madame keep me out of the hands of the english ?

I expect we'll find a way together.

For now,

i'm very interested in understanding you.

I would like to discover what's inside of a child...

Who is touched by god.

Tell me about your saints.

What do their voices sound like ?

They're...

Kind and gentle.

And when they speak, do other people hear them ?

No. only me.

But haven't they failed you in allowing you to be captured ?

I did not wish to be captured, but it's god's will,

a part of his plan.

What could this plan possibly be ?

I'm told that charles and I are being tested...

And that soon i'm going to have to choose my own path.

It must be a remarkable thing...

To know within your own lifetime you were born a legend.

I believe I would die if I could not serve others.

My dearest girl.

I had prayed for a daughter, but, god never answered my prayer.

Until now, perhaps ?

You are so clever and so brave.

You are capable of more possibilities than you even imagine.

Let me take you in hand.

You will be educated. you will be taught manners.

You will be introduced into society.

Thank you.

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

You will continue to study...

Continue to study the art of war.

Now, you will not be hemmed in as you were in france.

There will be no judgment about your manly interests here.

You will not be toyed with by schemers...

Who resent you even as they use you.

You'll be completely celebrated for everything that you are,

not in spite of it.

But in france, I'm free, and here I'm a prisoner.

But only until you are ready to be free.

Until you allow yourself to accept this splendid new life that I'm sure you will.

Because, my dearest girl, you are offered only two choices, you know.

Allow burgundy to embrace you...

Or england to kill you.

Why would burgundy embrace me ?

ah.

You will lead our army to victory.

My dearest lady,

all of this has been in the belief that I would fight against soldiers I once led,

that I would topple a king I once crowned.

Why do you care so much for this vile pretender...

Who used you and abandoned you ?

Why ?

Because only through me can he learn how to be a good king.

Is it not possible that god might want the french people united...

But not necessarily under france ?

Can you be sure that that crown belongs to charles...

And not to phillip ?

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

No ! he is a fool !

He has no right to be king.

Help !

Help ! Someone help !

Hold !

Sire, his majesty is retired.

I've been waiting weeks to see him.

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

Where is he ?

Where are you ? Retired.

You brought her to this.

mom.

Leave me.

I must be brief.

I know that you will not come to this side of burgundy.

So beware and prepare. The english will take you.

The church will try you for heresy.

If you remember nothing else, you remember these words.

Our lord, first served. Say them.

Our lord, first served.

Turn them over. Study these words.

They are your key to survival.

Only these words will save you.

Now you'll pray with me.

Pray.

up !

Do any of you speak ?

May I know who's in charge ?

Bishop cauchon, why am I kept under english guard ?

Shouldn't I be moved to a church prison, where I may receive the sacraments ?

These english have decided,

due to the gravity of the charges against you, that you'll be guarded here.

- They claim it is for your own safety. - Who are all of these men ?

Learned ecclesiastics who'll act as assessors at your trial.

And you, dear bishop, how do you come to be here ?

By special arrangement.

To do what ?

To continue the conversation we began at the king's banquet.

The english will do everything they can...

To destroy joan.

This we'll stop.

We have no official sanction.

Any man captured will face certain death.

I cannot pay much.

- But what I can, I will. - There will be no pay.

If you fight, it is for your belief.

Nothing else.

We should separate.

I'll go to the right.

In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti. amen.

Brothers in christ,

the charges in this case are grave.

The accused is called a sorceress,

a false prophet, a blasphemer.

She is charged with inciting men to war,

with discarding the decencies and proprieties of her sex,

with beguiling both princes and people,

with usurping divine honors...

And causing herself to be venerated.

You will be presented with a young girl...

Who claims she speaks with saints,

all bearing instruction directly from god.

And it is here that you must tread delicately.

Because while it is remotely possible...

That the girl is divinely inspired,

the holy inquisitor's experience suggests...

She has more likely been corrupted...

By the sins of arrogance and pride.

I advise you...

Not to look for the usual excesses of wanton behavior,

nor the outward marks of evil.

Instead, look at her excesses...

Of religion and charity.

I warn you that the girl...

Is neither liar nor hypocrite.

She believes she has been instructed by god...

To commit the acts which form the basis of the charges against her.

To be certain that these things are not heaven-sent,

you must expose the sin of pride.

And that is difficult with this girl...

Because her pride sits side by side...

With her innate humility.

I entreat you to guard against your natural compassion.

It will cloud your judgment.

But neither should you indulge yourselves in anger or pity,

for that is the ultimate goal of evil.

The only guide that will serve you well is mercy.

It will help you to learn the truth,

to know what is right...

And to help you save her immortal soul.

Produce the accused.

Quiet ! Quiet !

How are your spirits, joan ?

They would be better, were I in a church prison as I am entitled,

unburdened of these shackles, which seem excessive in these surroundings.

They are for your own protection.

How am I protected ?

I have been denied an advocate, and I am the only witness in my own defense.

Unfortunately,

you have been charged in english court.

Any french witnesses you might call...

Would be seized and hanged if they showed themselves at the gates of rouen.

As to your other request,

recognizing that you are untaught...

And therefore possibly at a disadvantage in front of these learned men,

I grant you leave to choose a person from among their number...

To help you with counsel and advice.

As you would grant leave of a lamb to ask help from a wolf.

I remind the accused and the public...

Of the serious nature of this trial.

Are we to glean that you are declining the offer of counsel ?

You may so glean.

Note that in the record.

Now kneel and make an oath...

To answer with exact truthfulness all questions asked of you.

no.

For I do not know what will be asked of me.

You may ask things that I cannot reveal.

Swear, with your hands upon the gospels,

to answer truthfully all questions asked of you.

I will gladly answer all things, bishop,

except the revelations which are meant only for my king.

You may make an oath in your own fashion.

Did god command you to put on men's clothing ?

My clothing is a small matter, one of the least,

but it was done at our lord's bidding.

Will you wear a woman's dress if we give you one ?

Send me home to my mother, and I will wear anything you like.

- Bishop, these are not serious questions ! - It is not possible.

We can dispense with the clothing at this time.

We turn to your voices and visions. When did they begin ?

The church has already examined me on this at poitiers.

You know my answers and the church's findings.

When did the voices begin ?

When I was ten.

Who spoke to you ?

Saint catherine and saint margaret.

- How did you know ? - Because they told me.

- Who else spoke to you ? - Saint michael.

- And did they appear to you ? - I've told you this before.

- Tell me again. - Yes, they appear.

What sort of things do they tell you ?

They tell me...

That within seven years' time,

a disaster will befall the english.

And soon thereafter, england will lose all of france.

Silence !

When did you last hear your voices ?

Last night and again this morning.

How often do they come ?

There's no day that I don't hear them.

Do you call them, or do they come without your calling ?

They've often come without my calling.

Other times I need to pray, "lord, send them."

Do you ever call them and they do not come ?

If I'm in great need of them, they always come.

What things do you ask your voices ?

Right now I ask them three things:

that my god will continue to help the french,

for my freedom,

and that my soul will be saved.

Then you have been betrayed,

for you will certainly either burn as a heretic...

Or you will spend the rest of your days in prison.

- That's no... - Have your voices told you differently ?

Have your voices told you you will be rescued ?

What, precisely, were you told ?

My counsel has given me leave to tell you...

That you are in great danger.

What is this great danger ?

For judging me, you will suffer in body and soul.

What sign did you give to your fake king when you first met ?

I have no fake king.

You know what he means. What sign did you give charles ?

- Ask charles. - I'm asking you.

I can't tell you. Perhaps in time.

Clear the court !

There is the rack and there are its ministers.

You will reveal all, now !

Or brother le'maitre will extract it from you in his own way.

If you tear my limbs I may speak out of pain,

but afterwards I will deny it all.

Why are you punishing me for talking to god ?

Why ?

Take her back to her cell.

This trial seems unduly taxing on you,

brother cauchon.

What's taking so long ? You have enough evidence to burn ten heretics.

The church is unconcerned with the english agenda,

only with the salvation of joan's soul.

I paid a huge price for the witch, and I want her dead.

If the church lets her go...

If the church lets her go, god help any man who lays a finger on her.

Brother cauchon has been waging a long, exhaustive,

but doomed battle for the girl's soul.

You will soon have the outcome you desire.

Good.

The trial continues in secret !

Joan.

Joan of arc,

I am brother le'maitre of the holy inquisition.

I've been presiding these last weeks...

So that I may assist in identifying a true heretic.

You have said...

That your voices never fail you,

and yet you say they instructed you...

- To wear men's clothing ? - yes.

Can you explain why our lord would endanger your life...

By instructing you to deny your sex ?

I don't know.

But I have often felt, on the battlefields and here in this prison,

i'm just constantly alone with soldiers.

My clothing doesn't endanger my life. Rather, it saves it.

Will you submit to the judgment of the church,

the voice of god on earth ?

yes.

So long as our lord is first served.

We'll turn to the sign you gave to charles.

Was it from god ?

It was saint michael.

Continue.

It was he who accompanied me to chinon, unseen.

And it was he...

Who showed me charles hidden in the crowd.

And then afterwards when I was alone with charles,

he showed himself to charles...

And he produced a magnificent golden crown.

And he said that charles should take it...

So that he can become king.

And then he bowed and disappeared.

He bowed and disappeared ?

Yes. he bowed and disappeared.

What did saint michael look like ?

Saint michael was tall,

with long, dark hair,

big, warm, blue eyes.

And on his head...

He wore a crown...

With six points.

It's really very simple, brother cauchon.

She grows more arrogant by the day,

and when forced to choose between her unnatural clothing and the church,

What do you think of her description of saint michael ?

Appalling. Ridiculous.

That description is how he exists in books carefully guarded in the vatican.

And they are wrong.

It was probably that village priest...

Who filled her head with stories and fairy tales...

That brought her to this wretched end.

How ever she learned the description of saint michael,

it does not change the fact that she puts herself above the church.

She is an unrepentant heretic...

And she will burn.

And you, brother cauchon ?

You're only working for your own salvation.

Joan, stand up.

Stand up !

For the record,

do you, joan d'arc of domremy,

refuse now and forever...

To submit to the will of the church,

the representative of god on earth ?

Joan !

Don't answer hastily.

Your word could mean that you will burn.

Even if the stake were raised and the fire lit,

I would not lose faith in god.

God will spare me.

Child,

the stake is raised.

You would burn.

Take her outside.

- Look ! - It's not possible.

Saint catherine promised.

That is nothing to what awaits you !

God is not going to release you...

And charles is not going to rescue you.

Your fate is in no one's hands but yours.

Don't you see that you were deceived...

By the forces of evil ?

Sign.

Joan. joan.

Live. sign.

Sign.

I will sign. I will sign. I will sign.

Bring them back.

Put them next to her.

Tempt her.

What are you doing ? Go away !

- What are you doing ? - Be quiet !

- What are you doing ? - Stop screaming !

Go away ! Don't touch me !

Get out ! Go away ! go away !

Poor joan.

She never understood the keys to survival.

manipulation, compromise and a well-turned phrase.

But I'll give her this,

she made an excellent kingmaker,

and I shall make an excellent king.

Your majesty speaks of maid joan in the past tense.

You could still rescue her.

Rescue a heretic ?

Shall we ?

I'm finding cauchon.

One hour, or we attack.

Only a few minutes.

Joan ? joan ! Hey, hey.

It's me.

Whoever did this will pay.

Joan.

Joan,

we've gathered an army.

We're just beyond the hill.

And tomorrow night when this town sleeps,

we're going to storm those gates and take this prison.

You crave victory.

And charles will be here ?

The king didn't...

But la hire is with us,

and so are thousands of soldiers who are willing to die for what they believe in.

The maid ?

- There's nothing left of her. - Don't say that.

- I made a pact, jean. - You stayed alive.

And killed everything that I believed in.

I must go.

Joan, please.

Please be ready for us tomorrow.

We won't be long.

I will be saved, sweet jean.

Adieu.

Until tomorrow.

Adieu.

Adieu.

I will be saved.

What have you done ? Oh, god.

What have you done ?

What I confessed,

I confessed from fear.

But every word was a lie.

I retract my abjuration now and for all time.

You'd die...

- Through your own words ? - no.

Dear bishop,

I die through you.

Joan...

D'arc of domremy,

through your wickedness,

you are a menace and a peril to the church's...

Purity and holiness.

Mother church can no longer protect you.

You will be bound over to secular authorities...

Who will deliver you to the executioner.

Go in peace.

Bishop.

The sign I said I gave the dauphin,

it too was a lie.

Why ?

You asked me to break a vow to god.

I saved us both.

They're going to burn the witch !

Father, what's happening ?

She has recanted. They will execute her at once.

Wait here. get the men. We'll charge the main gate.

- I'll go with you. - No. you stay.

Let her see you. Give her hope.

Out of the way !

We need to attack now !

We'll attack the south gate to distract soldiers away from the main gate !

Follow me !

- May I see a crucifix level with my eyes ? - Be quiet !

May I see a crucifix level with my eyes ?

God !

God !

God !

Oh, god !

Jesus !

Thank you. thank you.

Thank you.

For france !

Joan !

no.