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He said that... he's making a treaty with the Duke of Burgundy and... |
It's a trap! They're buying time till they can bring over more soldiers from England! |
Did your voices tell you that? You told me you hadn't heard them for months... |
No, but... |
Or maybe it's Jeanne who's in a trap her own trap a downward spiral that she can't stop? |
Did you come back to marry me or to insult me? |
To marry you. |
I will ask my voices... if they come back one day. Meanwhile... I'm going to Compiegne. |
Jeanne... I have been hearing voices and believe me, those voices left me in no doubt that you must not go to Compiegne! |
Jeanne... I believe in you but can you believe in me for once? Don't go... even if you don't want to marry me. |
I would like to marry you. But I have already promised myself... to God. |
But... you've done so much for God as it is... can't you do something for yourself for once for Jeanne? |
But it is what I want. |
To be killed in battle? |
If God wants me to win, he will find a way. And if he wants me to die... if he wants me back... then that's fine too. Then I'll be with him forever. |
Will you at least let me stay with you? |
It would not be the same without you. |
We must sound the retreat! |
Not yet! |
Get back inside the town and see if the English are attacking from the other side! |
But... why... what's the point? |
Do as I say! |
I want to stay with you... |
That's an order! |
I am ready now... |
Just give me a moment and then you'll be free... |
I'm already free... |
Yes yes... any moment... you're always so impatient... |
My gentle Captain... I'm staying. |
I I don't understand... |
One day you will. |
You don't know what you're saying. You're going to leave this place, Jeanne you're going home or whatever you want you're going to be happy, and have children, and... |
... and maybe the king will give you some money, and a little land, and a title even... ... wouldn't that be a fine thing? You, a lady of title! |
I'm staying, Jean. |
No, you must come, Jeanne we need you so much has happened since you left... I have a new horse now, a white one, just like yours... and La Hire hardly swears at all anymore... You can't stay they'll burn you! |
I'm not afraid of the fire anymore. It will purify me... |
Jeanne, you can't leave us like this! |
Oh dear, why is life so complicated? Sometimes I really wish I could be someone else. |
That's a good idea, sire. |
What do you mean? |
Let someone else pretend to be you, and see if... |
... if she can find me? That's a brilliant idea! If she's really been sent by God she'll discover the trap, and if she's an assassin she'll kill the wrong man! Bring her up! |
Why not you Jean d'Aulon? The only man who's poorer than I am, and so the only man I can trust. Dignified, honorable, wise... what more could we ask of a king? |
My lord, I'm not sure that... |
My dear Aulon, to you it shall befall the honor of impersonating the royal blood! |
Majesty, I can't... |
Why, are you not ready to die for your king? |
Of course I am, it's just that... |
Good. Until then, feel free to live like a king! |
Sire, you know how bad I am at this sort of game. |
So... pretend it's not a game. |
Jeanne, this is in fact my loyal friend and finest archer, Jean d'Aulon. Jean... I place her in your care. Find her suitable lodgings here in the castle... and guard her with your life. |
Yes, my lord. |
Here... to help pay Jeanne's ransom. All the Captains gave what they could, as well as the citizens of Orleans and the other towns she saved... |
Very generous of you all. How much? |
10,000 gold crowns. |
My dear Aulon... That's fine... |
Jeanne's been badly injured! She jumped from the top of a tower into a frozen moat! |
It's a miracle she's not dead! |
We have to do something before she tries it again! I beg of you, my lord, don't let her down... let me organize an escape... |
Jean, it's... it's not so easy... |
But not impossible... Gilles and La Hire are ready to risk everything to save her... |
Jean... me dear, loyal Jean... why do you want to oppose the will of God? Jeanne wanted to go to Compiegne we let her she got caught. Then, on my personal orders, Regnault proposed 30,000 crowns for her ransom, and once again the answer was no. And now you say she tried to escape, and the answer is still no. Jean, open your eyes can't you see the hand of God in all this? |
No. I see the hand of Tremoille, and Regnault, and Yolande, and you... and they are dirty hands. |
What do you fear most now... my sword? ... or his hands? |
Tremoille... don't. Please... |
Ha ha... Yes. With prices reaching an all time low, the name of the game has become haveit whereitsat... As we all know, transportation has always been the costliest and trickiest part of this business... |
Cost what? |
Costliest! |
Whats that? A word? |
What do you think? |
I dont know. Could be the sound of jewellery hitting a parquet floor, huh? |
Very funny. Can I go on now? |
Sure. But speak English, will ya, ha ha... |
Moreau? Cest moi. Alors... |
Salut, Laurent. Ouais. It wasnt easy but I got what you wanted through Interpol. Say, whats your business with these Spitzes? |
They lost their son. Why? |
It appears that in their younger days they were actively involved with a shady German group of Nazi hunters known as Never Forget. Over the years were talking about a dozen or so executiontype killings. |
Are they still operative? |
Their last suspected kill occurred two years back, though your Spitzes now probably do no more than bankroll the group. Still, Id watch my step. These people are wellconnected, Laurent; former Israeli prime minister, etc. The ladys also president of an international Zionist organisation... Anyway, you get the picture. |
Mossad? |
Its a good guess... |
Okay, shitbag. Im only going to ask you this once. Where is Friedman? |
Who? I dont know who the fuck youre talking about, sunshine. |
Gluck. |
Figlio di puttana. Youre the French asshole who bumped off the London guys... |
Five seconds. Then you die. |
Fuck... |
Three... |
Glucks dead, you sonofabitch! |
Youre the lantern man, huh? If you wanna see whats left of him... |
The acid bath? |
Huh! Youve been around, eh? |
Why did you kill Friedman? |
Let me give you a tip, asshole no one pulls stunts like what you pulled in London and here tonight and hopes to get away with it. It upsets people. Its wrong. Fucking wrong. |
Why did you kill him? |
Huh! You turned him into a liability, didnt you know? |
Nice way to help a colleague in trouble. |
Thats just it. The sonofabitch didnt ask for help from his colleagues... Testa di cazzo! Hiring some amateur outsiders to fix you... He hasnt gone to hell too soon... And neither will you, Mr Lamont! |
Are you telling me Friedman didnt tell you I was here looking for him? |
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