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THE NAME OF THE ROSE
Do not be afraid.
I take care of you.
You do not fear anything.
You slept all day.
You scared me.
It looked like a boy.
Where did you get that?
It got infected.
My ancestors taught me everything.
I do not understand.
Do not be afraid.
Everything is fine.
Thank you.
My dear brothers,
on this very important occasion.
I dispense you from following
our rule of silence.
I do not see the archbishop of Zaragoza.
It is said that he asked S�verin for herbs.
Colic?
Now,
our cellar brother
will tell us what the cooks have prepared.
Thank you, Reverend Abbot.
Tonight, the kitchens will serve pigeon stew,
as well as rabbit,
rice with almonds from our hills,
borage pie, stuffed olives,
fried cheese,
mutton, white beans and a selection
of wines and liqueurs of herbs.
We hope that dinner will please you.
Do not forget my chickpeas!
Reverend Bernard,
I think you know Brother Guillaume.
Bernard's fame taught me a lesson
and warning for many important decisions
who guided my life.
It seems that now,
at the request of the abbot, I must deal with a sad case
in which the stench of the demon is obvious.
I speak to you because I know
that at one time you were officiating in this area
where the forces of good fight the forces of evil.
Yes, but I went to the other side.
I stopped investigating the weaknesses of the monsters.
I discovered that they were identical to those of the saints.
Can you enlighten us on these crimes?
No Unfortunately.
A modest gift from His Holiness, for the abbey.
I thank you and His Holiness.
A gift for the abbot.
Christ on the cross, with a purse.
It's a symbol.
You know what it is.
Christ authorizes the recourse to money
for religious purposes.
I am aware of how little esteem you have for the Franciscans.
All of us, every day, communicate through symbols.
Words, for example.
My symbols?
My symbols have been fashioned
by a talented craftsman, but I used them.
I walked and walked
to deliver the message of Christ to the most modest.
I thank the Reverend Abbot for his splendid welcome
and the absolution he will give us tonight
for the sins of excesses we commit.
The inquisitor knows you.
I'm just a cockroach for him.
He is not interested in cockroaches.
Fled down.
If the inquisitor recognizes you ...
I talked to an officer.
There was a bloodbath in Pietranera.
Anna.
Brother Guillaume.
It is said that you are not alone, you have come accompanied.
Indeed, I have a novice.
I hope he is the kind to honor his master
rather than shame him.
Adso.
A Franciscan, I imagine.
I was a Benedictine novice at Melk Abbey.
A German.
Yes, my reverend father.
Where did you meet your master?
In Florence.
Really ? What was a German doing,
Benedictine novice in Florence?
I wanted to see Italy.
Visit the heart of Christendom.
Discover the beauty.
Take a seat.
You did not take wine.
No.
My master neither.
It is true.
We already know its many virtues.
My dear brother,
His Holiness thanks you
for your messages.
He appreciates that you have kept him informed of the events.
Our abbey is a neutral ground, Your Excellency.
But my devotion to Pope John
passes before the obligation of neutrality.
Do you have any idea who is trying to murder here?
Your assistant was among the victims.
Yes.
The cruelest of our losses,
my reverend father.
Guillaume de Baskerville and the abbot
have unjustly suspected him.
You tell me so much.
And you ? Who do you think?
To no one.
Sincerely, to anyone.
But it all started with the arrival of the Franciscans.
Are you saying ...
No.
- Right here ? - No.
At the abbey?
Do you think that their presence allows the murderer to protect himself?
I do not know.
Frankly I do not know.
And the abbot?
You will see for yourself
if he is worthy of the Pope's trust,
if he has the moral strength to govern
this holy place.
What else can you tell me?
There are many movements at night,
lately.
I have the impression that when I close the tower,
there is someone hidden inside.
I even found obvious signs of break-in
in the library.
What do you know about R�migio de Varagine?
Why ?
Because he's telling me something.
R�migio de Varagine is in my memory ...
strangely.
R�migio?
What else do you want ?
Pity.
Do not destroy povero Salvatore
and buonissimo Remigio.
Save us from the inquisitor.
Enough !
I will keep your secret.
Go away.
Go to sleep, Salvatore.
Thank you so much.
The abbot accepted R�migio de Varagine
about 15 years ago.
He was with this monster, Salvatore, who makes the paper.
I do not know where they came from.
But one day,
R�migio gave me sealed envelopes
so that I put them in the library.
What have you done ?
I swore to lock them in the Africae finish.
Or ?
The most secret room.
The Africae finish.
He did not say what they contained.
No, of course.
- You did not look. - Never.
And if I asked you to show them to me?
I swore not to show them as long as Remigio was alive.
I understand.
Good evening, brother.
To you too, my Reverend Father.
If you think you have two enemies in these walls,
it's better to entrust yourself to someone who is not armed,
believe me.
I was still Franciscan when I met Dolcino.
I believed in his preaching,
like many others.
I am not an educated man.
Ideas do not really move me.
I tried to rebel against the overlords,
here I am serving them.
To betray
or revolt.
Simple people have only a very limited choice.
You came to arrest us.
Were you really presumptuous
to the point of hoping to stop Dolcino?
Or the pope's army?
Or Bernard Gui?
Someone was going to throw you a spear,
but Marguerite
prevented him.
It was you ?
I do not know how to say it, but it was a crazy party.
A magnificent carnival.
Reverend.
Go to Remigio's cell and bring him to me.
Post a guard in front of the tower.
Anyone who goes out tonight will be arrested.
We were thousands in the mountains with Dolcino.
Then we were reduced
to eat our companions
killed in the battle. But even there,
there was an atmosphere of freedom!
Yes !
I did not know what it was before. We felt free.
It was like having the truth.
All our actions were good.
It's here
that you started
to sleep with women.
You are a little monk
came from a castle to finish in an abbey.
Do you think these thoughts are inspired by the devil?
It's wrong.
It's a way of life.
What are you doing at R�migio?
Where is he ?
Do not know.
But Remigio is good.
Leave it.
Believe me, we lived
a new and unique experience.
There were no more masters.
God,
we had been promised
was with us.
Fear the prophets, Adso, and those who are ready
to die for the truth. They often kill
a lot of people with them, before them and sometimes in their place.
It is true. I'm not saying that Dolcino was right.
If I'm here, it's because I abandoned it.
I told you,
it was a big carnival.
And in carnival time, everything is done ...
Upside down.
Hold on.
Bernard will have thought to post guards
to prevent entry
or the exit.
You have to think like the enemy.
How to go out?
By the ossuary.
The ossuary?
The ossuary.
Skulls do not scare you, anyway?
Lord,
Jesus Christ...
My flesh is not worthy to receive you.
Jesus.
Jesus Christ.
I have something to say to you and it's nothing good.
Two ancient Dolcinians live at the abbey.
The cellarer and the creature that makes paper.
Bernard could use it against us.
Any excuse will be good to accuse us of heresy.
We are facing the worst inquisitor born of Satan
and the most shameful pope who ever ruled.
I want to reach an agreement.
I'll ask him a fair interpretation
writings.
We defend Saint Francis.
We demand the freedom to proclaim
the need for a new era.
An era of freedom,
of charity and spirituality.
We want the right to say that this change
can only emerge if it is protected
by the Church.
She must change. Men must change
their way of living, of thinking
and to respect each other.
This afternoon, between none and vespers,
our conference will begin.
May the Holy Ghost
illuminate each one of you.
A new justice!
A new Church!
When I was young, I translated from Greek
a poem that I still remember.
It was entitled The Evil .
Zeus gave a gift of eternal evil
Old age
which more surely ice
that death
Sordid and sinister old age
where the darkness
is a cage
Where all they are, all they will be,
it's blind!
Do not laugh.
But it is the poet Mimnerme, Your Sublimity.
John Chrysostom said
that Christ never laughed.
He said it
almost 400 years after the death of Christ.
Jesus never spoke of comedies or fables.
He used parables.
You must never laugh at kindness.
Laughter is a remedy, like bathing.
The baths are good, they restore
the balance of moods.
Laughter shakes the body.
He deforms the features and makes the man
more similar to the monkey.
The monkey does not laugh.
It is the characteristic of man, a sign of rationality.
All that is unique to man
is not necessarily good.
Saint Laurent,
placed on the grill, invited his executioners to turn him over,
saying that this side was already cooked.
I built my house.
Taste that.
It's a piece of cake.
It's very good.
You like ?
Take it.
Do not be afraid.
I can...
I want it.
I'm glad to see you,
Your Eminence. What luck !
It is said that in Bologna, they wanted to kill you.
I do not want to die so soon.
You arrive at the right moment.
The conference will begin soon.
I need to wash my face.
Take Cardinal de Pouget to his apartments.
Send me a bottle of your famous red wine.
May the world be beautiful.
R�migio de Varagine.
My reverend father.
I looked for you to talk, but you were not here last night.
Indeed, no.
When I have one of my migraines, I walk.
I always go to the woods.
With the wolves?
No, I'm afraid of wolves.
I carry
to eat in my pockets.
You give alms to the wolves.
Come, sit down.
Let us pray.
I'm sure we crossed paths. Where was it ?
No, reverend father.
I'm sure we never met.
Where were you before joining this abbey?
I have known many monasteries.
In Belgium.
At the convent of La Verna, in Tuscany.
- The Franciscan convent? - Yes, my reverend father.
Misfortune !
It was a haven for dangerous thinkers.
There was
many scholars.
But I have always been a humble servant.
Nothing but a humble servant. I worked the land,
with a spade.
Not with ideas.
One last thing.
Have you ever met Guillaume de Baskerville?
No never.
I knew him here.
Can i go ?
Go in peace.
I am your humble servant, my Reverend Father.
Brother.
My reverend father.
Tell me.
What do you know about Guillaume de Baskerville's novice?
To be honest,
I sent a pigeon to his Melk Abbey.
This Adso is the son of a general
of the imperial army.
A little German snake.
Guillaume brought us a spy.
I'm counting on you to make this little snake
and the Franciscans
do not use our pigeons.
Where is your novice?
He should be here soon.
I hope.
All is well, he is nice.
Who are you ?
And you ?
What are you doing here ?
Are you hurt?
You heal.
She saved my life.
Who is she ?
She flees the war.
Do you understand her?
Yes.
So tell him that I am
very grateful.
Ask her with what roots she treated me.
I do not speak his language. I understand it, that's all.
As I understand it.
Your name ?
Adso.
Yours ?
Anna.
- Why are you armed? - I hunt.
You hurt yourself on the hunt?
You have your reasons to be there, I have mine.
The abbey is far from here?
At one hour by the way.
It's shorter by the woods.
Be all welcome
to this debate
which is, you know, essential to the future of our Church
and our religion.
The subject is poverty.
Should the Church choose to give up all wealth?
Our brothers of the Franciscan order, led by Michel
from Cesena,
claimed it in Perugia in 1322.
They believe
in the renunciation of the property of all material goods.
After this chapter, Pope John had to
fume bubble Cum inter nonnullos
who declares heresy the Franciscan doctrine.
We can not accept
this decision.
I am Guillaume de Baskerville's novice.
Pope John's bull says textually
that any affirmation of a poor church
must now
to be considered erroneous and heretical.
Because it clearly contradicts
the Holy Scriptures.
It is wrong to have only thoughts against them.
The emperor uses you, the Franciscans.
He seeks to discredit the pope
and the treat of enemy of peace.
Not exactly.
In essence, if.
Reverend abbot.
We Franciscans,
we affirm that sacrifice,
whether private or public,
of all his belongings
is commendable
and saint.
Christ taught us
and confirmed it by example.
He demonstrated the path to perfection.
Saint Paul says it, we have to eat,
we have enough to cover our nudity.
It's enough.
We are satisfied.
To contradict this idea is heretical.
How dare you ?
Any human right on the basis of which one possesses property
is contained in the laws. Christ,
as mortal, from conception, owned
terrestrial goods.
Like God, he received from his Father
universal domination.
Pope
is his heir.
According to Luc,
in chapter 6, Christ rejects for himself
any power or title.
In Matthew, chapter 19,
Peter says that to follow him, they left everything.
The life of Christ should be a model for the Church.
We who want to follow him,
should we divide the property of things?
Or even take land, jewels,
buildings or money?
As if our salvation was not in love, justice
and peace for all men,
but in the dull power conferred by the possessions
to those who claim them.
You Franciscans
have attacked convents!
You have stripped
monks to impose poverty on them.
There are 30,000 Franciscans in Europe.
We do not control the excesses
of some.
God contemplates clean hands, not full hands.
You accuse us of having the dirty hands of a usurer?
No, it's you
who compare Christ to a prelate of your court,
latrine fund!
Moderate your language.
Here are examples of heretical writings
who inspired the emperor.
He will not be inspired by your writings,
you are illiterate.
Me ? Illiterate?
Francois, literate?
He who spoke with geese.
What do you have to say about taxae sacrae poenitentiariae
where the pope operates
the sins of religious to get rich?
Be careful what you say, pig! Son of a whore
This is what your pope says.
If an ecclesiastic commits a sin,
a sin of flesh with a nun,
a relative, or even an ordinary woman,
he can be absolved if he pays
67 lire of gold
and 12 cents.
If he commits bestiality,
it will be more than 200 lire.
But if he sinned only with young people
or animals, not women,
the fine is reduced by one hundred pieces.
It's a slander.
How dare you ?
You're welcome !
You're welcome,
my venerable brothers.
Venerable brothers.
My venerable brothers, we will resume our work
tomorrow morning, after the prayers.
But I will not tolerate
no other scene.
Whoever will cross the limits will be excluded.
All this to prove the poverty of Christ?
We do not wonder if Christ was poor,
but if the Church must be.
Poor does not refer to material lack,
but the right to legislate over land affairs.
You will say it?
If I can talk before they kill each other.
I'm caught between two opposing forces,
like a donkey
who does not know which bag to eat.
It worked, my buonissimo trap.
I'm coming, puella.
What a delicious smell!
I love you.
Do not touch me !
Salvatore loves you.
You hurt me !
Let me go.
Let me go !
You will love me.
I would like to confess.
I was waiting for this moment.
Until yesterday, I had only one desire to confess.
Today, I have to confess something more serious.
I had a carnal relationship with the girl.
I know that I sinned
because I chose the life of a monk.
- You chose ? - Yes.
I think.
You have sinned, Adso, it is certain,
against the commandment that orders you not to fornicate.
In your defense,
you found yourself in one of these situations
where even a father of the desert would have damned himself.
You must not start again.
But it is not monstrous that you have been tempted.
Besides, he is good
that a monk, at least once in his life,
did the experiment
carnal passion.
He can be indulgent and understanding
facing the sinners he will have to comfort.
My intellect knows it's a source of sin.
But my heart
perceives it ...
as the receptacle of all grace.
The time will come when you will be ready to decide.
The prayer will calm your spirit. I absolved you,
but we never know.
Go ask the Lord for confirmation.
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