Joan of Arc Page #5

What are you doing to me, Jeanne?

Do you hear me?

Are you all right?

Do you hear me?

Calm down.

It's over.

We won.

- We won?

- Yes.

F***ing b*tch.

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!

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

This is glory?

This blood...

This is not possible.

This is not possible.

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.

Now you have it.

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 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. What about 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.

I know this is not

normal custom, but...

Everything's gonna be fine.

He's gonna confess us.

Kneel.

Alenon brings bad news.

Thousands of English are forming up

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 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.

That's what I call

a goddamn bloody miracle.

She was on her horse alone...

...facing the whole English army,

and she drove them away.

Orlans is free.

We lost Orlans.

I want that girl.

I want that girl burned.

May I see the seamstress?

It's too tight.

- Don't you have something more regal?

- The English took the real one.

It's been muddy so long,

I forgot how good it looks clean.

Did you remember to clean

what's inside too?

I ask for a grandiose coronation,

and this is it?

This is going to be an utter fiasco!

I had three days. Your father's

coronation took three months.

We should call for a delay.

We can't hold up the ceremony.

The English might come back.

Let them. Let them see

who is the true king of France.

Damn English! We should be

doing this in Paris, in Notre Dame.

It's more prestigious

and twice as big.

It is the sacred place that matters,

not the size. Am I correct?

Yes, my lady.

True kings of France must be anointed

in Reims, with the holy oil of Clovis.

- Your Grace! There can be no anointing.

- What are you talking about?

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

But that's impossible.

It's a magic oil. Miraculous oil.

It can never be exhausted.

- Look for yourself.

- Problem?

I don't understand.

The oil of Clovis, it was

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 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?

- I'm fine.

Why are you staring at me?

Because you have an arrow in your leg.

So there is.

But that doesn't stop you

from climbing!

Go, climb! Go!

Raymond!

Take this arrow out.

Look out!

Be careful!

Jeanne, the men are exhausted.

I know, but so is the enemy.

Paris is ours.

Jeanne, we're 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 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.

Orlans was a miracle.

But we can't wait for a miracle

when we build a future for France!

Paris was a disaster.

God wasn't with her then.

If God deserts her,

what do you think we should do?

Why did you betray me?

All I needed was a few hundred men.

- Why did you take the army you gave me?

- Gave you?

I wouldn't put it that way.

How would you put it?

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

at 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 people are starving...

...begging God on their knees

to help them.

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.

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 a sign to go home.

It's not time yet.

My mission isn't over yet.

There's still so much I have to do.

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...

...help you.

There is one thing you can do

to 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 an army

and attacks the Burgundians...

...months of negotiations

will have been in vain.

Jeanne has done so much for us.

I assure you, the maid has

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