The Messenger: The Story of Joan of Arc Page #3
PRIEST:
Jeanne... calm down...! Calm down,
Jeanne!
Jeanne breaks off, trembling, tears pouring down her
cheeks.
PRIEST:
I don't pretend to know God's will,
but I am sure of one thing -- the
Lord always has a good reason.
Perhaps he saved 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.
Jeanne clams down. She stares at the Priest for a long
moment, and her look becomes very deep and intense.
JEANNE:
I don't want to wait for his call.
PRIEST:
Jeanne, be patient.
JEANNE:
I want to be with him always...
PRIEST:
Soon you'll be able to take the Holy
Mass, and as you eat of his flesh
and drink of his blood, you will be
at one with him.
JEANNE:
I want to be at one with Him now.
On the open road, with Jeanne sitting on the back of
Daxart's wagon. It's a grey, lowering, dismal sort of
day. The Daxarts are up front, talking in low voices.
DAXART:
What did he say?
AUNT:
He says we must bring her to church
whenever she wants.
DAXART:
Hmmm... easy for him -- he's not the
one that has to do the bringing.
Behind them, the wagon is empty. Jeanne is long gone.
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY
The rain pours down in torrents -- Jeanne runs...
EXT. VILLAGE - DAY
... down the deserted road -- into the church...
... and up the aisle to the altar. She grabs a jug of
wine, pours some into the chalice -- holds it up high as
the Priest did, then gulps it down. The wine cascades
from her mouth like blood as she gazes up at the stained
glass image --
JEANNE:
I want to be with you now!
Daxart sits bolt upright, awaking from a nightmare. It's
early morning, his wife still asleep beyond him.
INT./ EXT. DAXART ATTIC/POV OF FIELD - DAWN
Daxart opens the door to Jeanne's room. Empty, the bed
unslept in. He walks in -- hears something. Looking out
of the window he sees --
Jeanne in the distance, playing be herself. Daxart
smiles.
Jeanne pauses, her stick poised in mid-air --
SUBLIMINAL FLASH --
-- a real sword impales a soldier through the stomach --
another sword slices through chain-mail -- and a severed
head encased in metal spins lose from armored shoulders...
Jeanne looks at Daxart.
JEANNE:
I'm playing.
Once again Jeanne raises her stick-sword -- the head of a
sunflower is violently decapitated --
INT. CHINON - STATE ROOM - DAY
-- and a sword swishes down, trying to hack someone in the
leg. But it is only a wooden sword, and its wielder a
mere boy of five. This is young Prince LOUIS, practicing
his nascent swordsmanship on the castle GUARDS.
VOICES and approaching footsteps alert the Guards, who
quickly stand to attention as a door is swung open...
GUARD:
The Dauphin!
Louis takes advantage of the Guards forced immobility, and
jabs one of them in the leg... he lets out a muffled "Ow!"
The Dauphin CHARLES VII enters, followed by his courtiers.
They include the bloated REGNAULT, Archbishop of Rheims,
and Georges de la TREMOILLE -- a sly and devious diplomat.
CHARLES:
Louis, shouldn't you be learning
your lessons?
LOUIS:
I don't want to learn, I want to
fight!
CHARLES:
You will, you will. But for now,
you must learn... at least to wipe
your nose.
Charles (who speaks with a slight stutter) affectionately
wipes his son's nose with a corner of his shirt. Beyond
them, a young soldier, Jean d'AULON, arrives with a
scroll.
AULON:
A letter for His Majesty.
Tremoille takes it, opens the seal and begins to read.
Charles hands over Louis to a courtier...
TREMOILLE:
Another one from this girl calling
herself the Maiden of Lorraine.
Charles snatches it somewhat testily from Tremoille...
CHARLES:
I can read for myself, you know.
While Charles reads, Tremoille turns aside to Regnault --
TREMOILLE:
She pretends she's been sent by God!
These charlatans -- it's a pity
there isn't enough wood to burn them
all!
CHARLES:
She says she'll be here tomorrow...!
TREMOILLE:
You mustn't see her, my lord. We
know nothing about her... we don't
even know if she is from Lorraine.
CHARLES:
What difference does it make where
she comes from?
TREMOILLE:
If she comes from Burgundy it makes
a difference. It might be a trap...
(takes back letter)
Look... Signed "X". What sort of
name is "X"? Or must we conclude
that a messenger of God can't even
write her own name?
REGNAULT:
My lord Tremoille is correct. She
says she hears voices... she may be
a sorceress... a witch...
CHARLES:
(snatching back
letter)
Regnault -- you see witches
everywhere. She's just a peasant...
a peasant who cares for her king.
Look... all she wants is to help me
win my crown... and permission to
fight for me.
TREMOILLE:
Not exactly.
(takes back letter)
She wants you to give her an army --
at your expanse. 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.
CHARLES:
(snatches back
letter)
I can see her if I want to. I mean,
with half of France in the hands of
the English, what have I got to
lose?
TREMOILLE:
The other half.
REGNAULT:
You mustn't see her, my lord. She
may be an instrument of the devil.
YOLANDE (O.S.)
Well... I think you should.
All eyes turn to the window, where Yolande has been
standing with her back to the room, reading a little book.
Her right-arm is standing beside her -- RICHMOND, his face
hideously disfigured by battle scars.
CHARLES:
Ah, Yolande... and what makes you
think the exact opposite of my two
most trusted advisors?
Yolande smiles, though hardly a devoted smile. Mild
contempt would be more accurate.
YOLANDE:
Because I care about you. Come here.
Charles walks over. He has his shirt undone. Yolande
buttons it back up.
YOLANDE:
Your health and happiness has always
been my first concern, Charles...
ever since you were a little boy --
and I think I know you better than
your own mother...
CHARLES:
You think?
YOLANDE:
Mmmm. 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 really was yours.
CHARLES:
W-w-what has that got to do with
this Maiden?
YOLANDE:
Who better than a messenger from God
to give answers to your questions?
CHARLES:
You really think she's been sent...
by God?
YOLANDE:
You're a fine judge of character,
Charles. It'll 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.
Charles shines at the prospect, but Tremoille and Regnault
look less than happy.
TREMOILLE:
With respect, my lady, I think it's
going to take more than just a
simple peasant girl to...
YOLANDE:
I'm not interested in what you
think, Tremoille -- or even what I
think. It's what simple people
think that matters, and the fact is
that simple people up and down the
country are already talking about
her. Now you know what simple
people are like, always ready to
believe any old prophecy... like
Lorraine saving France...?
(hands Tremoille the
book)
And now this girl comes along --
from Lorraine -- and suddenly
there's a spark of hope in their
simple minds. We shouldn't
disappoint them. If they believe in
her -- if she can put back the fire
in our army -- then I believe in her
too.
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