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I believe that you and
Brother William are acquainted.

Can you tell us
anything helpful

with regard to these criminal deeds?
No.

I have found clear signs
of infractions

in the library.

Betray or rebel.

We simple folk
have little choice.

I swear not to tell anyone
your secrets.

I have been
looking for you

to have a little talk.

No! No! No!
Please! Brothers!

William has
brought us a spy.

I'm going to church.

If I can find it!

The greatest worth of a man

is not his virtue,

but the struggle

to transform into virtue

the malice within him.

Blessed is
the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Ave Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now
in the hour of our death.

Hail Mary full of grace,
the lord is with thee

Blessed art thou amongst women

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Ave Mary, mother of God,
pray for us sinners...

Most reverend one...

Oh, dear brother.

Will you join me?

You sent for me.

You have something to tell me?

I hear voices.

Many voices.

Concerning your late assistant.

The envious...

...are always bitter
and poisonous in their lies.

They deserve only pity.

They envied you as well,

for the voices spoke of you too.

Things that, if verified,

could carry you
all the way to the stake.

Are you there?

Cave basilischium!
Tant pleno of poison,

even the stink comes out behind

and kills you!

What are you doing
with a basilisk?

Mi cosas. My things.
Not your things.

With all the deaths
and mystery here

there can be no more secrets.

- Show me.
- No!

I will have to tell my master.

No, no, no, no!

Shh!

- See, no tell. Yes?
- Yes.

Look!

Stinks. Puteat.

Horseshit! Caca de caballo!

Tercero. Tertius equi...

- For make love.
- Yeah, but what are you saying?

I explain.

First you kill the cat.

Take off ojos, eyes.

Open two uevos

and put eyes into uevos.

And then uevos into horseshit.

Caca de caballo.

Then the girl must spit,
sputade, you know...

Sputare on
the uevos in the horseshit.

And then she love me.
She love Salvatore.

Salvatore!

Wait! Come here!

Ilustrissimo magnifico
bibliothekar wunderbar?

What are you doing here?
Why aren't you at work?

Ich gehen! Tout de suite! Now!

No, wait!

What is in that bag?

Nada. Nothing.

A... A cat.

Matto! Gatto matto.

Schwarze katze. Black.

Porto via... I take away.

What have you brought?

I have brought some meat.

- What have you brought?
- Eggs and vegetables.

What have you brought?

Many bags of grain.

What have you brought?

I was with them.

I just wanted to see you,
master cellarer.

But I don't know you.

Swear to me you'll protect Anna.

You carry on.

It's you?

She didn't come back last night.

I looked for her,
but she was gone.

- You know him?
- Yes.

Go now. You cannot stay here.

Do you know who betrayed them?

No.

It makes no difference now.

I saved you.

- Mama!
- Shh! She will come later.

As your mother made me promise.

That's all that matters.

I'm sorry about
what happened in Pietranera.

Tell me
where the inquisitor sleeps.

Are you insane?

Tell me where he sleeps.

Second cell on the gallery.

No. Maybe the third.
I'm not sure.

Don't even think about it.

I am not leaving.

Please...

- I want my father's letters.
- Anna...

Give me my father's letters
and I promise you I will leave.

Kneel down here and pray.

The Pope wants
no part of a mediation.

- Then I will go to Avignon...
- Yes, and risk your life.

- Malachi!
- What is it?

The package,
the letters I gave you.

I want them back.

No. I... do not have them.

What do you mean
you do not have them?

Where are they?

William, William!

William,
I have to tell you something.

Certainly Berengar
came to the infirmary

before he went to his death
in the baths.

- How do you know?
- You know you told me

that he must have gone
somewhere else to hide the book.

- Yes, I did.
- I found...

a strange book in my laboratory
among the other books.

A book that is not mine.

A book in Greek.

- Bring it to me at once.
- I cannot, because...

I will explain to you later.

Please...
I have discovered something.

Please, you must come. I must
show you the book discreetly.

William,
we cannot wait any longer.

Please, go back
to the place you came from.

Lock yourself in
and wait for me.

Stop whoever goes
near the infirmary.

I need to know where they are!

Keep quiet!

Make sure those papers are safe!

They don't go back
to where they came from!

And I apologize
and beg forgiveness

for my part in the disturbance

that occurred
during yesterday's debate.

I too ask forgiveness

for what my mouth has said

that offended your
and my very soul.

Now that our debate can
proceed in its proper spirit...

...I invite
brother William of Baskerville

to express the position
of those theologians

who advise the Emperor.

I will simply make
some scattered observations

which I do not claim
to be articles of faith.

Excuse me,
it's been a very... humid day.

Our Lord has given to
Adam and his descendants

power over
the things of this earth,

provided they obey
the divine laws.

We might infer that the Lord
also was not averse to the idea

that in earthly things,
the people should be legislator

and effective
first cause of the law.

By the terms "people,"

it would be best
to signify all citizens.

But since among citizens,
children must be included

as well as idiots
and malefactors,

perhaps it would be
reasonable to arrive

at the definition of the people
as the better...

part of the citizens.

I do not think it opportune

to assert who actually
belongs to that part.

It seems sensible,

the way in which the people
could express its will

might be an elective
general assembly,

because if the law
is made by one man alone,

he could do harm
through ignorance or malice.

All of us have experienced this.

Christ did not come
into this world to command.

But to be subject
to the conditions

he found in the world.

He did not want his apostles
to have command or dominion,

therefore it seemed a wise thing

that the successors
of the apostles

should be relieved of any
worldly or coercive power.

All this is no limitation

of the supreme powers
of the Pontiff,

but rather an exaltation
of his powers:

Because the servant
of the servants of God

is on this earth to serve
and not to be served.

I've heard, in this room,

very wise people assert
that it could not be proved

that Christ had been poor.

Whence it seems to me
more fitting

to reverse the demonstration.

Jesus sought
no earthly jurisdiction

for himself and his disciples.

Or does someone want to suggest
the idea that he did wish it,

but lacked the time
or the ability to say so

in three years of preaching?

It seems to me
sufficient evidence

to suggest the belief
that on the contrary,

Christ preferred poverty.

I would be very happy
if Brother William,

so skilled and eloquent
in expounding his own ideas,

were to submit them to
the judgement of the Pontiff.

You have convinced me,
my lord Bernard.

I will not come.

This fluxion
which is affecting my chest

dissuades me from undertaking

such a long journey
in this season.

Then why did you speak
at such length?

To bear witness to the truth.

The truth shall make us free.

Here we are not
talking about the truth,

but excessive freedom that likes
to set itself up to be free!

That is also possible.

I beg your pardon,
but if the Franciscans

choose to remain poor,

no one can oppose this desire

that is simply virtuous!

The fact is you want to impose
it on the entire church.

Brothers, it is possible
that this profitable discussion

may be resumed,

but for the moment
an event of tremendous gravity

obliges us
to suspend our session,

with the abbot's permission.

Something has happened.

Let me go!

Please, reverend abbot! Save me!

Have mercy!
You must believe me.

Severinus was already dead
when I came in.

I swear it!

With my own eyes

I saw Severiunus
lock himself inside

while Remigio went
towards the tower.

It was not me.

You see, I ordered the cellarer
to be arrested.

He was already dead!

We discovered
the cellarer frantically

rummaging through the shelves,

flinging everything
on the floor.

It is evident
that Remigio had entered,

attacked Severinus,
killed him...

...and then was seeking

the thing
for which he had killed.

I beg you,
that is not the way it was!

That is not the way!

Remigio of Varagine.

I had sent my men after you

on the basis
of other accusations

and to confirm other suspicions.

Now I see
that I have acted properly,

Although to my great regret,
too late.

I hold myself
virtually responsible

for this latest crime,

because I have known
since this morning

that this man
should be taken into custody!

Will your magnificence
put at my disposal

a room where this man
may be confined?

We have some cells
in the basement of the smithy

which, fortunately,
are very rarely used

and have stood empty for years.

Fortunately or unfortunately?

Malachi, you swore,
and I swore too!

I will do nothing
to harm you, Remigio.

At the tomb of Abbas Agraphicus.

Tell her to disappear.

After our meal, a court will
convene in the chapter house

to open this investigation
officially.

Naturally, brother William...

...I shall count on
your presence.

Reverend,
I would be most grateful

if you had everyone exit.

I want to examine the room
more thoroughly.

Only Adso and... Benno
should be allowed to stay.

All must leave!

Abbot, I stay.

Severinus was my friend.

Brother William
has requested that all leave.

We came from the same land.
We spoke the same language.

I want to remain at his side.
I will not move from here.

Brother,
this is not the library.

Here you can claim no rights.

Therefore I ask you to leave.

- Quietly.
- Malachi, come.

I came in right after you,

when the room
was still half-empty.

And Malachi was not here.

- He must have entered afterward.
- No.

I was near the door.
I saw the people come in.

I tell you, Malachi
was already inside before.

Before what?

Before Remigio entered.

I cannot swear it, but I believe
he came from over there,

when there were already
many of us in here.

Are you insinuating
that Malachi killed Severinus...

...and then hid behind that wall
when Remigio came in?

Or else he witnessed what
happened out here from in there.

Why else would Remigio
have implored Malachi

not to harm him,

promising in return not to
do him harm either?

That is possible.

In any case,
there was a book here

and it should still be here.

Stay by the door.
Let no one enter.

Open the door. Let us in.

Adso, give me Severinus's books.

I know everything is against me,
but I swear...

I swear
I did not kill Severinus.

I did not kill him.

Shh, do not be afraid.

You are in the hands of brothers

who only want
what is best for you.

The fact is,
you do not know what is best.

Think about this.
You have not much time.

Let us see if you will be able
to free yourself...

...from the evil you have done.

From all the evil you have done.

And your judge will look with
pity... pity... on your soul.

You will rip me to pieces.

Slowly.

Holy Reverend.

I want to report
that this morning

I met that repulsive creature,
Salvatore.

He was acting strangely.

He had a sack with a black cat.

And what is more, I had the
impression that he was trying...

...to hide or destroy something.

Something that might belong
to his friend, the cellarer.

You should send your soldiers
to the paper mill.

Come on, Benno, move!

- Hold back!
- We need to wash the body!

- You have to wait!
- But, brother!

Thesaurus herbarum.

Don't waste your time on those.

We're looking for a Greek book.

This one?

It's Arabic, idiot!

Roger Bacon was right:

the scholar's first duty
is to learn languages!

You don't know Arabic either.

At least I understand it
when I see it!

But it must be here somewhere.

- Remigio didn't take it.
- Absolutely not.

When he grabbed me by the chest

it was obvious he had nothing
under his scapular.

Nor did Malachi. Otherwise
he wouldn't have insisted

on remaining here.

Couldn't the assassin have
thrown the book out the window

and then gone outside
to fetch it later?

Go and look, all right?

What did Remigio whisper to you?

He asked for help.

- Remigio?
- He told me you must leave.

The inquisitor had him arrested.

- Why?
- A monk was killed.

- Did Remigio do it?
- Come.

- He was going to bring me...
- What?

Nothing. Nothing.

They will commit
another injustice.

As in my day.

Leave now.

If you see her,
make her understand I...

I will come as soon as I can.

Uevos, uevos, uevos!

Lousy, horirble monster!

Don't you dare touch me!

May the Devil take you away!
You and your cat!

Me no hurt you.

Malem non facio.
Du liebe mich. Amore.

Go fuck yourself!

Benno, let us in!

Nothing. No trace. No book.

If the book is not in this room

then obviously someone else
came in here before.

Remigio was in the kitchen.

How could he make Severinus
open the door, attack

and kill him

and then make all this mess

in such a short time?

Malachi could have come
before them all.

He persuades Severinus
to open the door and kills him.

But if Malachi
was looking for the book,

he should have recognized it
without all this ransacking,

because he's the librarian.

So who's left?

Benno.

No. Brother William, no.

You know I was
consumed by curiosity.

If I had been in here and had
been able to leave with the book

I would not be here now
keeping you company.

I would be examining my treasure
somewhere else.

An almost convincing argument.

However, you do not know
what the book looks like either.

You could have killed
and now you're here

trying to identify the book.

- I am not a murderer!
- No one is

until they commit
their first crime!

The fact is,
the book is missing.

Poor Severinus.

I had suspected
even you and your poisons.

Instead death came to you
from the heavenly vault.

I wonder why they chose
this particular weapon.

This is a fine example

of metals
and astronomical science.

And now it is...

- Good heavens!
- What is it?

"And the third part
of the sun was smitten

and the third part of the moon

and the third part
of the stars."

- The fourth trumpet.
- Indeed. First hail, then blood,

then water and now the stars.

If this is indeed the case,

then everything
must be re-examined.

The murderer
did not strike at random,

but was following a plan.

Imagine a mind so evil,

that he kills
only when he can do so

following the dictates

of the book of the Apocalypse.

What will happen
with the fifth trumpet?

The fifth trumpet
promises many things.

From the pit will come
the smoke of a great furnace

and then the locusts
will come from it

to torment mankind with a sting
similar to a scorpion's.

But let us not pursue fantasies.

Let us try and remember
what Severinus said.

You told him to bring
the book to you at once

and he said he couldn't.

Why couldn't he?
A book can be carried.

And why did he put on gloves?

Is there something in the book's
binding connected to poison?

As we have seen, the poison
had to enter the mouth.

He said he needed to show it
to me here, discreetly,

and then he put on his gloves.

So we know the book
must be handled with gloves.

And that goes for
you too, Benno,

if you find it, as you hope to.

And since you are being
so helpful,

go up to the scriptorium again
and keep an eye on Malachi.

Do not
let him out of your sight.

I will not.

There's nothing more
to be done.

Brother William.

You don't really
trust Benno, do you?

We told him nothing
he does not already know.

In sending him to watch Malachi,

we're also sending Malachi
to watch him.

How can Malachi harm Remigio?

We will know soon enough.

Certainly Remigio wanted to
avert some danger

that was terrifying him.

So the book has vanished again.

Just a moment.

We say it is not there,
because we did not find it.

Yeah, but we looked everywhere.

We looked, but did not see.

How did Severinus
describe that book?

He said he'd found a book that
was not one of his, in Greek.

No, he called it a strange book.

Severinus was a man of learning

and for a man of learning
a book in Greek is not strange,

nor is a book in Arabic,
even if he did not know Arabic.

If he called it strange,

it was because it had
an unusual appearance.

Unusual at least for him,
who was not a librarian.

And it can happen,
in many libraries,

that several ancient manuscripts
are bound together,

- some in Greek, some in Aramaic.
- And one in Arabic!

Teuton animal!

You ignoramus!

The one in the metal frames!

You looked at the first page
and not at the rest!

Master, you were the one
who looked at it

and said it was Arabic
and not Greek.

That is true, Adso,
that is true.

I am the animal. Run! Hurry!

Who came in here after I left?

I don't know.

- Malachi?
- Benno.

He laughed at my ignorance when
I spoke of the book in Arabic.

He wasn't laughing
at your ignorance,

but at my gullibility.

We've been looking for this
Greek text for three days.

It's only natural
that one would make a mistake.

It is certainly human
to make mistakes,

but there are human beings who
make more mistakes than others

and they are called fools.

I wonder whether it was
worth the effort

to study in Paris and Oxford

if I am then
incapable of thinking

that manuscripts
are also bound in groups.

A fact even novices know.

But there's no use weeping.
If Malachi has the book

he has already replaced it
in the library.

And we would only find it

if we knew how to enter
the Finis Africae.

She didn't come back last night.

I looked for her,
but she was gone.

You will love me.
You will love me.

Bona ragassa. Good girl.

Mi paqueno ruisenor.

My nightingale...

- What do you want here?
- None of your business.

No one uses my irons except us.

- No! Please...
- We haven't even started yet!

What does he want me to say?

Say what Reverend Bernard
wants to hear.

I will not.

The Lateran Council
in its Canon Thirty-seven

decreed that no person
may be summoned

to appear before a judge
whose seat

is more than a two days' march
from his domicile.

But here the judge has come,
and from a great distance.

The inquisitor is exempt from
all normal jurisdiction

and does not have to follow
precepts of ordinary law.

He enjoys a special privilege

and is not even bound
to hear lawyers.

- Yes?
- Yes.

I, brother Bernard Gui...

...Dominican inquisitor,

delegated by the Apostolic See,

invested with authority
by His Holiness the Pope,

proceed with the interrogation
of the defendant

with regard to two
equally odious crimes...

...one of which
is obvious to all

because the defendant was
surprised in the act of murder.

While at the same time,

he was being sought
for the crime of heresy.

In nomine Patris et Filii
et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Who are you?

Remigio of Varagine.

I was born 52 years ago.

And while still a boy,

I entered the convent of
the Franciscan Minorites.

And how does it happen
that today

you are found in
the order of Saint Benedict?

Years ago,

there were some monks...

...who were tempted by heresy.

Which heresy?

The apostolics.

There were many of them
who spoke.

And because I was afraid
of being affected by heresy...

...I thought it was better
for my sinning soul

to escape
such seductive temptations.

You escaped
the seductions of heresy.

Or rather you escaped
the investigation

of those who had determined
to discover the heresy

and uproot it.

But changing habit is not enough
to erase from the soul

the evil of heretical depravity.

My soul is innocent,

and I do not know what you mean

when you speak of
heretical depravity.

You see? They're all alike!

When one of them is arrested,

he faces judgement as if his
conscience were without remorse.

And they do not realize
that this

is the most obvious sign
of their guilt.

The girl must spit
and then she love me.

She love Salvatore.

Habemus horse shit.

Caca de caballo.

Eggs, eggs.

Eggs.

Now...

Cat's oculos!

Voila.

Smell...

- Come here.
- Leave me alone!

Touch me,
and Adso will tear you apart.

Puta diavola!

Adso, no good.

Pas bon pour toi!
Salvatore good!

Escape together.

Nous allons at sea.

Donde esta el mar.

No more priests,
no more inquisitor.

No mas.

Listen to me.

Sputa! Spit! Here.

And you will love me.

Por favor, por favor.
Spit. Please.

Sputa.

No, no, no, no, no!

Here. On the egg. Uevo.

No. This one. Sputa.

Sputa, sputa.

Spit.

Come here!

You are mine!

ask him if he knows

the reason why
I had ordered his arrest.

Do you know it, Remigio?

My lord,

I would like to learn it
from your lips.

There.

The typical reply
of the impenitent heretic.

They cover their trails
like foxes.

It is very difficult
to catch them out.

They are clever enough
to trap the inquisitor,

who already has to
endure contact

with such loathsome creatures.

Very well then, tell me,
what do you believe?

I believe...

...everything a good Christian
should believe.

A holy reply.

And what does
a good Christian believe?

What the Holy Church teaches.

But which holy church?

The church that is so considered

by those who
call themselves perfect;

namely the New Apostles,

or the church they compare
to the whore of Babylon!

My lord, tell me which you
believe is the true church.

I believe it is
the Roman church,

one, holy, apostolic,

governed by the Pope
and his bishops.

So do I.

Admirable shrewdness!

Tell me, do you believe
that the Roman church

has the power to loosen
and to bind on this earth

that which is bound
and loosened in heaven?

Should I not believe that?

I did not ask you
what you should believe.

I asked you
what you did believe.

I believe everything that you
and the other good doctors

command me to believe.

Ah, but are not these
good doctors you mention

perhaps those
who command your sect?

Is that what you meant

when you spoke of
the good doctors?

Are these perverse liars
the men you follow

in recognizing
your articles of faith?

You imply that if I believe
what they believe,

then you will believe me.

Otherwise you will
believe only them.

I did not say that, my lord.

You are making me say it.

I believe you,
if you teach me what is good.

Oh, what impudence!

You accuse yourself
with your own words!

No!

Spit first. Then bread.

Nightingale, huh?

No this!

No, no, no.
No, no, no. No, no, no.

You are doing owl!
Not nightingale.

Look mouth. Look my mouth.

Look.

This is good. This is good.

Bellissima.

It'll all be fine.
It's going to be fine.

Do not touch him!

Come on! Move it!

Watch out!

Go! Go, go!

- After her!
- Quickly!

Kill him! Lui malo, oi
buonissimo, libera me!

Come back here!

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