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no greater admirer than myself.

But whatever we feel...

...we cannot allow her to conduct

her own private war.

For the sake of the kingdom,

you must stop her going to Compigne.

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 Compigne...

No one can blame us.

But it could sound like we betrayed her.

- No, never.

- Good heavens, 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.

- Open this gate immediately.

- I can't risk the safety of my town.

Take my banner!

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 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 can

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...

...saviour of Orlans,

terror of the English.

My king will pay any ransom you ask.

Your king? Yes, of course.

What will he 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 Orlans.

The English are arrogant, they can't

accept 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?

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 Orlans.

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 delicate negotiation.

Get yourself ready. You're leaving.

Who are you?

Pierre Cauchon, Bishop of Beauvais.

As you were captured in my diocese,

it's my duty to conduct the trial.

Trial?

What trial?

Your trial, Jeanne,

on a charge of heresy.

But my king...

Didn't he pay my ransom?

The English care more about you

than the French.

The English?

They paid your ransom.

Tomorrow you'll be transferred

to their castle at Rouen.

Our Christian king, Henry VI,

king of England and France...

...places this girl in our hands,

accused of heretical deeds...

...to be tried in a matter of faith.

Take the Holy Gospels...

...and swear to tell the truth

regarding anything you may be asked.

I don't know what you'll ask me. You

may ask things I won't want to answer.

You will tell the truth

about everything.

I will willingly tell the truth

about all earthly things.

But as to my revelations,

I've told no one except my king...

...Charles Vll, the one

and only king of France.

You must take the oath.

Not even a king would refuse to take

an oath 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 with your name, assuming

you're allowed to tell us that much.

My name is Jeanne.

My little cross was taken from me.

May I have it back?

Show us a little more cooperation first.

Where were you born?

In a village called Domrmy.

How old are you?

Nineteen. Or thereabouts.

Were you baptized?

Yes.

Recite Our Lord's Prayer.

Not unless you hear my confession.

Listen to me very carefully.

We are all men of faith...

...and we shall earnestly strive for

the salvation of your body and soul.

We do this in the name

of our Church...

...who opens her arms

to those who return to her.

We cannot help you unless you submit

to our judgement 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.

I think you know the punishment

that would await you.

Now...

...will you please recite

Our Lord's Prayer?

Not unless you hear my confession.

You aren't helping yourself by

refusing to submit to our judgement.

You, who claim to be my judges...

...you be careful!

For you too will be judged.

Take the prisoner away!

Silence!

Silence!

Clear the room!

Clear the room! Clear the room!

In future, we should conduct our

inquiries away from public pressure.

Let the English burn her.

Why must it involve us?

Because it's our clear duty to root

out heresy wherever we find it.

Father Vincente.

You're the most venerable here.

What do you think?

I think this trial is a masquerade.

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.

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!

This is English territory.

I have the right to do anything.

Is that clear?

Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

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 did you yell out there?

What are you doing?

You can't stay here. Go away!

Why? Are you waiting

for someone else?

Yes.

Who?

My visions.

Your visions?

They're going to visit you in here?

Yes. That's what I pray for.

I want to see that. Mind if I stay

on the side? I won't bother you.

No! No! 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?

Why would they?

Because I've been faithful to God, and

I've followed everything He's said.

- I've done everything He's ever asked.

- 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.

The dance.

The sword.

The sword lying in the field.

That was a sign.

No, that was a sword in a field.

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.

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