The Messenger: The Story of Joan of Arc Page #3

BLACKBEARD:

Oh... now you've hurt my feeling...

He puts his hand around her throat, rips off her little

wooden cross, pins her against the door, then, with a

lecherous roar, plunges his face on her...

Jeanne is terrified. Blackbeard has his tunic down and is

attempting to gain entry -- Catherine tries to scream --

he slams his hand over her mouth -- she bites it --

Blackbeard howls... with laughter. Now his juices are

really moving. Catherine squirms against the door,

twisting and turning --

BLACKBEARD:

Hold still, b*tch. How can I do it

if you keep wriggling about?

He picks her up by the throat, lifts her clear off the

floor by several inches, then rams the sword clean through

her gut and the door behind her, the blade just missing

Jeanne.

BLACKBEARD:

There, that's better.

With a grin at his comrades, Blackbeard resumes his

intercourse with the lifeless Catherine. Behind the door,

Jeanne is suffocating with terror.

The little wooden necklace lies on the floor in f.g. as

Blackbeard pulls up his pants and turns to his comrades --

BLACKBEARD:

Your turn.

EXT. CHURCHYARD - VILLAGE - DAY

The little village church is no more than a smoldering

pile of rubble -- among it, the twisted stained-glass of

an angel. Corpses are piled up alongside a warren of

shallow graves, awaiting committal. The Priest passes by

each grave in turn, administering hasty last rites, then

moving onto the next while a harassed grave-digger fills

in the last.

Jeanne stands by a shallow grave, now wearing her sister's

wooden cross and grazing fixedly at her body, wrapped in

linen and awaiting interment. Her parents and other

adults stand nearby, but at Jeanne's level we only see

them from the waist down.

MAN #1 (O.S.)

We shouldn't be doing this by

daylight... it's too dangerous.

MAN #2 (O.S.)

You're right -- the English are

still around -- I can smell them...

MAN #3 (O.S.)

When is the king going to do

something?

MAN #1 (O.S.)

He's good for nothing...

MAN #2 (O.S.)

Yeah... we can't even be sure he

really is a king...

(whispering)

I heard someone say he's a

bastard...

MAN #1 (O.S.)

With a mother like that? I wouldn't

be surprised... she's such a

whore...

WOMAN (O.S.)

Can you show some respect? We're

burying our children. You should be

praying instead of cursing...

MAN #2 (O.S.)

That's just about all we can do.

WOMAN (O.S.)

Yes... because only God can help us.

Now the Priest scurries over, hurriedly mumbles the last

rites in Latin, then moves on to the next grave. Jeanne's

family have their eyes closed in prayer, and it is only

Jeanne who sees the Grave-digger nudge the corpse into the

shallow grave with his foot. He shovels in the earth,

then moves on. The Father puts his hand on her shoulder.

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