Joan of Arc (Jeanne)

Joan of Arc

Here...

Here, girl.

Sunday, May 8th, 1429. In the morning.

Come here.

Lady Joan.

- Marie wants a word. - What is it?

- I don't know. - Let her come.

Marie!

Lady Joan.

Please touch this rosary.

- What for? - To make it good.

If Dame Jacqueline touches it, it will be just as good.

Impossible. The neighbour's son is dying.

I'd rather you touched it.

Then let us pray together for the boy. Show me the way.

- Lady Joan, shall I take your armour? - When I return.

Goodbye, child.

- Goodbye, all. - Goodbye.

Thursday, September 8th, 1429. Four months later.

Day of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

Is that you, my lord?

You didn't wish to stay in St Denis with His Majesty?

I couldn't stay with the king.

I have come here to learn news as it comes.

I'm no expert, but this day could prove decisive.

Do you think today we'll take Paris there?

I didn't say that. I said that the day

could prove decisive.

Here's Lord Patrice Bernard.

Well, my lord?

My lord, I want to learn news as it comes.

This day could be decisive.

If you believe so, my lord.

I'll tell you why. I have patiently studied

the case of Lady Joan the Maid.

Does she come from God...

Or elsewhere, poor child?

Is she still guided by her voices?

She talks about them less.

Here's Lord de Rais.

My lord, up early today, are we?

You don't seem pleased, marshal, with all these battles.

My word, at this rate, the war will be over in six months.

How will we amuse ourselves?

I'm unlucky.

Do you know what I was told today?

No, my lord.

Lady Joan, have you heard?

Heard what?

Gangs have pillaged a few villages.

But wealthy villages.

To think I missed it! It wasn't far away.

Where, my lord?

A few days' march down the Seine.

It was terrible. They burned men, women, children...

We must go there tomorrow, once Paris is taken.

Those English brigands!

No, Lady Joan,

they weren't English but French.

I see.

The English aren't as violent and stupid.

They wouldn't burn the women first.

What use are they, dead?

But...

the thing is, we can still use them once they're dead, only...

Only...

That's witchcraft.

Are you a wizard, Lord de Rais?

No, my lord. Not yet.

- Let us arm ourselves. - Indeed.

It is not good that Lady Joan should always be ready before us.

Oh my God, I knew the suffering of battle

When the frenzied assailants launched their attack

I knew, oh my God, the suffering of battle

When the frenzied assailants rushed towards us like a flood

The assailants rose up like a river in flood

And we could tell that nothing could withstand them

That nothing could withstand them, neither the wall nor the gate

And that this living flood would drown everything

I myself

I was afraid of the power of this flood

Of this flood

Hammers crushed helmets and skulls

Arrows slid off the iron breastplates

Hammers crushed helmets and skulls

Axes cut into breastplates and flesh

I was a warlord

And all those hammers

Struck and crushed on my orders

I was the lord of the battle, oh God,

Those axes chopped and chopped again

On my orders

I've known the suffering of being the lord of the battle

I've known the suffering of being the lord of the battle

I've known the suffering

of being the lord of the battle

I've known the suffering

of being the lord of the battle

I also knew the anguish of betrayal

When no one moved before the furious English hordes

When we had to remain sitting in our houses

And see the loathsome lay waste as they saw fit

Or when we had to leave to do battle

And march at the head of potential traitors

I would lead the way and, in the face of the battle,

I knew they were there, following behind

And, waking the unforgotten, ancient lie,

I also knew the anguish of betrayal

But I did not know that anguish

That ugly, dirty, filthy anguish

The anguish of the words

My God

That he spoke just now

The words that he spoke

Can I ever cleanse my soul?

I dare not say the words he spoke

I dare not say the words he spoke

How can I command the attack now?

After what he said victory would be

How can I order him to follow me in the attack?

Him

In the attack

In the attack

In the attack

Him

Lady Joan?

Lady Joan?

It's you, my friend.

I'm here to see what your voices command.

They command nothing.

It's high time you asked.

I can't and won't this morn.

How come?

Human battle is too ugly.

Life in Lorraine is sweet.

I would love to spin and keep the sheep by the Meuse.

I'd spy my home from Vaslin the carter's

and I'd greet my father and mother, so glad to see me.

Don't cry, Lady Joan.

Don't cry so.

Why are you crying? You must be homesick.

I was homesick too.

I cried too. But I don't cry anymore.

You mustn't cry.

We must ply our trade.

You're right, my master. I mustn't cry so.

I mustn't cry.

Each must ply his trade as long as there's work.

Here are the orders.

We'll attack Paris by St Honoré's Gate.

Be at the gate with your culverin.

Very good.

Whatever happens, I refuse to leave before taking Paris.

Understood, Lady Joan.

I'm counting on you. Today will be decisive.

We'll do what we can.

Worry not.

It's Monsieur de Gaucourt.

Monsieur de Gaucourt, take command.

Wait a minute, Joan.

Monsieur de Gaucourt will obey on one condition.

What condition, my lord?

A natural condition, Joan, and easy to fulfil.

Simply assure him

that you are still advised by your voices.

My lord, my voices haven't advised me

but ordered me to hound the English out.

Very well, Joan. That is good.

But we are not asking for so much.

We are simply asking you if, this morning,

your voices ordered you to lead us to Paris.

My lord, my voices ordered me to hound the English out of France.

Paris is in France.

My lord, command the men who go.

Friday, September 9th, 1429. The next morning. The same place.

Good day, my lords.

My lord, I'm still weary.

Yesterday was a tough day. A very tough day.

Is this Lady Joan's first defeat?

Yes, my lord.

The first time that Lady Joan has had what one can call a defeat.

If she's victorious today, we can't condemn her

for yesterday.

Will she succeed today?

I want no more to do with it!

You won't fight today?

Not without the king's orders.

They may come this morning.

Good, my lord. Then we'll know what to do!

Will the army march on the king's orders?

I'm sure, my lord, apart from a few numbskulls,

like d'Alençon.

Here he is, with Lady Joan.

They're inseparable.

Good day, my lords.

- Good day, my lords. - My lord.

We began too late yesterday.

It should have been earlier. You command the army.

So, today...