Saint Joan

Michel!

Pierre!

Michel!

Pierre!

Michel?

Michel!

Michelle.

To me.

To me.

The English.

The English are coming.

The English are coming.

Easy, Charlie.

Easy.

Wild noise.

You are asleep.

No one will hear you.

Joan!

Are you a ghost, Joan?

Hardly even that.

I'm only a dream you were dreaming.

You look older, Charlie.

I am older.

Are you really dead?

As dead as anybody ever is, Charlie.

Did it hurt much?

Being burnt.

I think it did at first.

But then it all got mixed up.

I was not in my right mind until I was free of the body.

But don't you go handling fire and thinking it won't hurt.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Your mother and brothers have had your case tried over again.

And the courts have declared your judges were full of corruption, fraud, and malice.

The sentence on you is annulled.

Non-existent, without value or effect.

I was burned all the same.

Can they unburn me?

Oh, but they've decreed that a beautiful cross be placed where the stakes stood,

for your perpetual memory.

I shall outlast that cross.

I shall be remembered when men will have forgotten where the city of Rouen stood.

There you go with yourself, conceited, the same as ever.

You always had infernal impertinence.

You aren't calling me a witch, too, are you?

I daren't.

Now the church has righted you.

Do you know I lie awake asking myself questions?

How did she do this?

How did she do that?

You always got your own way, didn't you?

Hmm?

With me, with the archbishop.

Even with tough old Baudricourt, who sent you to me first.

To me, the dauphin of France.

That was a miracle, eh?

It was only a matter of eggs, Charlie.

Eggs?

No eggs!

No eggs!

Thousand thunders, man, what do you mean by no eggs?

What can I do?

I cannot lay eggs.

Now, listen to me.

Yes, sir.

What am I?

What are you, sir?

Am I Robert Squire of Baudricourt and captain of this castle of Vaucouleurs,

or am I a cowboy?

Oh, sir, you're a greater man here than the king himself.

And you dare to tell me you cannot lay eggs.

Oh, sir.

Not, "oh, sir."

My Barbary hens are the best layers in Champagne.

And you tell me there are no eggs.

Who stole them?

The milk was short too yesterday.

Don't forget that.

I know, sir.

I know only too well.

There is no milk, there are no eggs.

Tomorrow there will be nothing.

There is a spell upon us.

We are bewitched, so long as the girl sits there.

Where?

Truth of God.

I've told her to go, sir, but she won't.

You're fifty men-at-arms.

Are they afraid of her?

She's so positive, sir.

Now, see here.

I'm gonna throw you down that well.

No, sir, please.

Well, stop me by being positive.

It's quite easy.

Any slut of a girl can do it.

Sir, you cannot get rid of her by getting rid of me.

She doesn't seem to be afraid of anything.

Perhaps you could frighten her, sir.

Perhaps.

Come here.

Is it me, sir?

Yes, you.

Are you captain?

Yes, damn your impudence.

I be captain.

Good morning, captain squire.

Captain, you are to give me a horse and armor,

some soldiers, and send me to the Dauphin.

Those are your orders from my Lord.

And who the devil's your lord?

I take no orders except from the king.

Yes, squire, that is all right.

My Lord is the King of Heaven.

The girl's mad.

Why didn't you tell me so, you blockhead?

Oh, do not anger her, sir.

Give her what she wants.

I shall send you back to your father with orders to put

you under lock and key and thrash the madness out of you.

You think you will, squire.

But you will find it all coming quite differently.

You said you would not see me.

But here I am.

Now, listen to me.

No, the horse will cost 16 francs.

It is a lot of money, but I can save it on the armor.

I do not need beautiful armor made to measure like you wear.

I shall not want many soldiers.

The Dauphin will give me all I need to raise the siege of Orléans.

To raise the siege of Orléans?

That is what God tells me to do.

Well, I'll be damned.

No, squire.

God is very merciful.

And the blessed saints Catherine and Margaret who speak to me every day will

intercede for you.

You will go to paradise, and your name will be remembered forever as my first helper.

How old are you?

Seventeen, so they tell me.

What did you mean when you said Saint Catherine talked to you every day?

She does.

And Saint Margaret too.

Well, what are they like?

I will tell you nothing about that.

They have not given me leave.

You actually see them and they talk to you just as I'm talking to you?

No, it is quite different.

But you must not talk to me about my voices.

How do you mean, voices?

I hear voices telling me what to do.

They come from God.

They come from your imagination?

Of course.

That is how the messages of God come to us.

And God says you are to raise the siege of Orléans.

And to crown the Dauphin in Rheims Cathedral.

- Crown the... - And to make the English leave France.

Anything else?

Not at present, thank you, squire.

I suppose you think raising a siege is as easy as chasing a cow out of a meadow.

I do not think it can be very difficult if God is on your side.

Have you ever seen the goddams fighting?

Have you ever seen them plundering?

Burning?

Turning the countryside into a desert?

You must not be afraid, Robert.

Damn you, I'm not afraid!

And who gave you leave to call me Robert?

You don't understand, Robert.

Our soldiers are always beaten.

Because they are fighting only to save their skins.

And the shortest way to save your skin is to run away.

Our knights are thinking only of the money they are making in ransoms.

It is not kill or be killed with them, but pay or be paid.

But I will teach them all to fight, that the will of God may be done in France.

And you will live to see the day when there will

not be an English soldier on the soil of France.

And there will be but one king here, not the English king, but God's French one.

Hurrah!

You may be talking raw, but if the troops

swallow it, even the Dauphin might swallow it.

And if you could put fight into him.

Of course I can put fight into him.

Don't cut in before I have time to think!

No, squire.

You, you and you.

Your orders are to go to Chinon under the escort of these three men.

Oh, squire.

Your head is all circled with light, like a saint's.

And the dress.

I may have a soldier's dress, may I, squire?

Oh, have what you please.

I wash my hands of it.

And a letter to the Dauphin?

You write it for me, Polly.

I'll make my mark.

Is your name Polly?

Poulengey.

They call me Polly.