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Tell us, Jeanne... do you often hear this voice? |
Yes... |
Is it here? Now? In this room? |
Let me clarify things for you, Jeanne. On the one hand there is the Church Triumphant, that is to say God, his saints, and the souls that are saved. And then there is the Church Militant, that is to say our Holy Father the Pope, the cardinals, the prelates of the Church, the clergy, and all good Catholic Christians. Moreover this Church, when assembled, is guided by the Holy Spirit and therefore cannot be in error. That is why we ask you to submit to the Church Militant... that is to say, us. |
So it is the Church Militant that refuses to confess me, and so prevents me from being a good Christian? |
It is for us to determine whether you are a good Christian, not you. |
I am sent by God, and I submit all my words and deeds to His judgment. Or do you think that you are better judges than He is? |
Jeanne, I beg of you... sign! In God's name, don't you understand? I'm trying to save you! If you don't sign, the English will burn you to death! Is that what you want?? |
No... I want to be confessed. |
Sign this, and I will confess you myself if you want. |
And may I go to Mass? |
As often as you like now, please for the love of God sign!! |
Please... may I have it back... |
You have nothing to regret... |
I didn't mean it! I didn't know what I was signing! You tricked me...! |
Silence her! Take her away...! |
I don't understand, Jeanne... why did you do it? Why? |
And you? Why did you lie? You promised I could be confessed... |
I know, Jeanne... it was the only way to save you from the fire! |
It's not my body I want to save. It's my soul. |
I ask only one thing... to hear me in confession... |
I I can't Jeanne... I can't hear your confession... I'm sorry... |
Are you alright? Did they hurt you? |
No no, I'm fine, really... |
I was so worried we've all been looking for you! The English are everywhere! O thank you, lord! |
Really? |
I was talking to the priest, and do you know what he said to me? |
Quick hide in here... |
What about you? |
Don't worry about me just stay in here... and don't move! |
But where are you going to be? |
I'll be right here... I promise. |
So... here is the famous Jeanne... Savior of Orleans... terror of the English? You look pretty ordinary to me... |
Am I... am I dead? |
Dead you're worthless, darling. |
Where... where am I? |
Guess. |
My king will pay any ransom you ask. |
Your king? Ah yes, of course... What's he going to 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 Orleans in their clutches? Those English are so arrogant, they can't accept the idea of being defeated by a peasant girl... it has to have been the devil's work. |
God defeated the English, not me. |
And God who allowed you to be caught? |
Arrest them! |
What are you doing? This is an ecclesiastical court you have no right to do this! |
Rouen is in English territory. I have the right to do anything I like. Take them away. |
Who's running this trial, you or her? I can't believe it! This wretched girl how dare she speak to us like that? |
She's loyal to her king... it's only to be expected that she... |
I understand your impatience, but if you want this trial to be acknowledged as legal we must follow correct procedure and... |
To hell with procedure! We paid a bloody fortune for this slut, and we can do whatever the hell we like with her, whether the church likes it or not is that clear? |
But if this trial seems fixed, I fear you'll have the very opposite result to the one you want... |
We want her burned as a witch! |
But in order to do so, the church must first prove her heresy, or else you'll be burning a martyr... |
Well then? Start proving... or else the church will have another martyr! |
Calm down, my lord, I beg you! |
How can I calm down when I'm made the laughingstock of the whole court?! I've had enough! |
Be patient, my lord... you've seen how it is. This girl has a way with people... but everyday we're making progress... |
So long as this bitch remains alive, our armies refuse to fight! Don't you understand? They want proof that God is on their side... and the only way they're going to believe that is when they see her being burnt as a witch! |
It is not for us to burn her, my lord. That is your prerogative. |
... and your prerogative is to find her guilty... |
But we can't do that unless she admits to blasphemy... |
Well what are you waiting for? You've got a castle full of racks and ropes and pulleys: go and torture the bitch! |
You won't be able to drag anything from her that way. You also must realize that many of my colleagues are... well, scared... |
Scared of a girl? |
Scared to make a mistake. Supposing she's right... supposing she really has been sent by God?? |
Whose side are you on, Cauchon? |
I'm on the side of our Mother Holy Church. Besides, a confession under torture will never convince anyone of her guilt. |
Well find some other way! Be creative. Tell them she fucks the devil... Hmm, not a bad idea... why can't you say that? Sounds good to me... and who can prove she doesn't? |
It is the sacred place that matters, Charles not the size. Am I correct, Bishop? |
Oh yes, my lady. All true kings of France must first be anointed in our great cathedral of Rheims... with the holy oil of Clovis... for it was within these very walls that Saint Remy received the sacred oil from Heaven, brought to him by a white dove for the anointing of King Clovis... |
I don't understand... the holy oil of Clovis... it was quite full the last time I saw it... |
And when was that? |
Well... at the coronation of King Charles VI... |
Thirty years ago? I'm not surprised it's gone... |
No no, you don't understand this is no ordinary oil this is miraculous... this oil was brought from heaven by a white dove to crown King Clovis in this... very... cathedral... |
Wwwhat are you doing?! |
Performing a miracle. |
I won't tell you more about that. I'm more afraid of displeasing Him than not answering you... |
You're afraid of displeasing God when telling the truth?! |
No... |
Did God forbid you to tell the truth? |
No. But my revelations were for the King of France, not for you. |
Go onto the next question. |
Good advice for the French, not for the English! Do you think God hates the English? |
I don't know, but you're all men of the church... why not ask Him yourself? |
Is it true that you launched an attack on Paris? |
I tried to. |
It was on a Sunday, wasn't it? |
I don't remember. Maybe. |
Do you think is was a good idea to launch an attack on a holy day? |
I don't know... |
And didn't you order the citizens of Paris to surrender the city in the name of the King of Heaven? |
No... I said "Surrender in the name of the King of France"... |
That is not what is written in the evidence... look for yourself! |
I can't read. |
Ah, yes, I forgot... God sent us an illiterate peasant to carry out such an important mission! Do you think that God made the right decision, to take an ignorant girl to save the kingdom of France? |
I leave the answer to God. |
Do you have a sword? |
Quite a few. |
Didn't you also carry a banner? |
Yes... |
Which did you prefer, your banner or your sword? |
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