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This corpse could have been here for several hours.

Have you ever seen a drowned man?

They swell up and become unrecognizable.

Then this man was already dead...

...when someone threw him into the pigsty.

Why would someone have done that?

Why would he kill him?

We're dealing with the work of a twisted mind.

I suggest we take the body back to the infirmary,

have it stripped, cleaned and examined.

I'm in charge of that. My name is Severinus.

I'm the Brother Herbalist, I manage the infirmary.

I will join you at once.

Please return to the choir...

...by the path you have just taken.

So you don't create new prints.

We'll follow them.

So now it is Venanzio. Why?

Why? Why put him in there?

We cannot hold a conference amidst such violence.

It would be an abomination!

Fine mess.

Snow, dear Adso, is an admirable parchment...

...on which men's bodies leave very legible writing.

He didn't throw himself into that vessel on his own.

Someone else carried him there, already dead, I imagine.

Venanzio was killed in the tower.

And most probably in the library.

Why drag a body from the tower to the pigsty...

...to stuff it into a barrel of pig's blood? !

Because in the library it would have been extremely difficult...

...to discover the body in such a labyrinth...

...and perhaps the murderer is particularly interested...

...in its being discovered.

Why would the murderer be interested...

...in its being discovered? - I do not know.

I can suggest some hypotheses.

He could have killed him to leave a sign...

...to signify something.

What would that sign be?

This is what I do not know.

You alone...

...are worthy of the beauties of this world.

My sin can never be forgiven.

I, John the Twenty Second Pope of the name,

wish to communicate to you, most reverend abbot, as follows.

We have decided that Bernard Gui will lead our delegation...

...and expect that you will not allow the conference to start...

...before his arrival.

In this Church and in its power are two swords:

the spiritual and the physical.

The first must be wielded by the Church...

...and the second for it.

No wound,

no bruise to the head...

No obvious sign of poisoning. No lacerations, no bruising.

There are poisons that leave no trace.

Depends what you mean by poisons.

There are indeed substances that in small doses can be ingested...

...without harm, but are fatal in greater quantities.

Precisely. The line between poison and medicine is subtle.

The Greeks used the word 'pharmacon' for both.

Do you have poisons in your laboratory?

Of course I have poisons.

Like every good herbalist,

I keep them and use them with discretion.

And no one, no one, besides me enters my laboratory.

Did you notice this?

Strange, don't you think?

And the other hand?

Nothing.

Nothing. Severinus, open his mouth.

The tongue is black.

What kind of poison blackens the body?

Every mortal substance...

...leaves marks on the internal organs.

You are not suggesting that I should open the body!

The question is whether you are capable of performing it.

I have a degree in medicine from Padua!

Do you suppose I could go outside for a bit?

Boy!

I recognized your footsteps.

I was just going for a stroll.

The air is chilly, but pure.

It stinks in the scriptorium.

Those goats, they sweat.

Why do you follow the Franciscan?

To learn.

Beware of that man.

What do you mean?

Escape, not the answer.

Whatever you're running from will catch you up.

Ulcerated pancreas, liver is infested by nodules.

May I have a look at where you keep your poisons?

I've told you. All dangerous substances are locked up,

and I am the only one who can get near them.

Yes, you did tell me.

What an amazing collection!

Many substances, rare,

or impossible to grow in this climate,

have been brought to me over the years...

...by monks arriving from every part of the world.

Alghaliga!

And Indian Aloe.

My word!

Balsamodrendrum Myrtus!

The extract of the gum of a small tree.

My life's work.

You have enough material here to cure the whole world!

Or to annihilate it!

Siong Wong Auripigmentum.

It's empty, the bottle.

Empty? - The bottle is com...

It's completely empty.

Mein Gott!

It was a viscous solution.

A brother monk brought it to me from the Orient...

...years and years ago!

He said it was a gift...

...from a primitive tribe.

Particularly lethal.

Who else knew of that poison?

The abbot.

Malachi, perhaps. I don't...

I have no idea how long it's been empty.

How dare you...

...open a human body?

Severinus, what have you done?

How could you think of such a thing?

Venanzio was poisoned! I had to...

Did this bastard of an English Franciscan put you up to it?

He did it because...

...this bastard English Franciscan asked him to.

You speak our language. I didn't know.

And the Church permits it.

I was... Forgive me.

I wanted to see you because I have the manuscript...

...you were interested in.

How thoughtful.

It will be such a comfort on sleepless nights.

Especially since a glass receptacle full of Auripigmentum...

...is bound to keep me up a great deal.

One moment.

Dear brother...

I'll need to search the abbey.

And the cells, all the cells.

I'll need lay brothers, not monks.

What do you expect to find?

A flacon filled with missing poison.

Where's your shelter?

What do you eat? Where do you sleep?

It's a house.

It's your house.

My home...

Home...

They were all killed.

I must go now.

Nothing yet? - Nothing.

What were you doing outside the abbey?

I went for a walk in the woods.

Saint Gerolamo called women creatures of the devil...

...sent to earth to confront us with temptation.

Whose cell is this?

Brother Berengar's. - Open it, please.

Nevertheless, I cannot convince myself...

...that God chose to introduce such a foul being into creation...

...without endowing it with some special virtues.

Pull it apart.

Master?

Whose blood is it? The pig's?

Or the assassin's?

Or Adelmo's,

if someone cracked his skull before pushing him off the wall.

It seems you were the last person to see Adelmo alive,

Berengar.

I? How can you say that?

I saw him going off to bed like everyone else!

No. You saw him again, and you know more things...

...than you wish to admit.

I believe this is yours.

No, it's not mine.

We found it in your cell.

I swear by what is most sacred to me...

...that I don't know where the blood comes from or whose it is.

There are two dead monks here and you can no longer be silent.

I saw Adelmo that evening,

but I saw him already dead.

He was moving among the dead.

What did he say?

'I am damned.'

As you see me here...

'As you see me here,

you see one returned from Hell...

...and to Hell I must go back.'

Give me your hand, my beautiful master.

'Give me your hand, my beautiful master.'

...that my meeting with you might be a useful lesson.

'That my meeting with you might be a useful lesson...

...in exchange for the many lessons you gave me.'

When I took his hand,

it burned me.

Why did he call you his beautiful master?

Had you perhaps taught him something?

I never taught him anything!

I'm afraid, Father.

I want to confess myself to you.

Have mercy, a devil is devouring my bones!

No, Berengar. Do not ask me to confess you.

Do not seal my lips by opening yours.

What I want to know from you, you will tell me in another way.

And if you will not tell me, I will discover it on my own.

Ask me for mercy, if you like,

but do not ask silence of me.

Too many are silent in this abbey.

Go now.

His hand was truly burned.

But not from beyond the grave.

The wax that drips from a lamp produces that sort of burn.

Could Berengar be the killer himself?

Perhaps, or perhaps it's someone...

...who wanted to make it look that way.

Berengar suffers because he knows he drove Adelmo to death...

...by making him do something he should not have done.

And it is not difficult to imagine what, my poor Adso,

after what we have heard from our assistant librarian.

But why would he hide something like this in his cell?

Couldn't he simply have thrown it a...way?

Y...

Yes?

He doesn't want us to be here.

Could be Malachi who stole the poison.

Thank you.

Bless you, brother.

Brother.

We don't want you here, you slimy thieves.

Go back from whence you came!

Let them pass, brother!

These are good people who are running from war.

They only want to live and work in peace!

Leave her!

Penitenziagite!

Attack!

Don't let them get away!

Join us, brother!

Dolcino! The soldiers are fleeing.

Let them run away, Margherita.

Follow me! If the world does not want you,

remember that, before you, it rejected Christ.

But I will set you free.

A new age is coming.

We have armed ourselves...

...to bring the freedom and justice to those who suffer!

Penitenziagite!

I don't feel well, you deal with them.

As you wish.

A new justice!

A new Church!

The real love on earth...

...for us and our children.

Show no fear!

We have marched for days...

...but no one feels fatigue,

no one complains,

no one is ill, no one is hungry.

Isn't this a miracle?

And you know why?

Because we're unafraid.

Move, move!

Come on!

You like to be a beautiful caballo?

But you are ugly.

Salvatore now make good paper.

Wait.

Magister meus!

I'm not your master.

The famine, swords, the fire.

Je suis tu slave, sclavus.

Stop it! Forever I've taught you we are all equal.

No one should kiss anyone's hand! Ever.

You yes do! You kiss.

You kiss the hand of porco abbot!

Like this. You do!

I pretend. So that we can eat.

One kills to eat,

one kisses hands to eat.

Only for alive! All same, all nice! All beautiful!

All equals, todos uguales, todos beautiful.

So Salvatore beautiful! Belissimo too!

The Franciscan found out that the poison was stolen.

He'll find everything.

We running go?

Salvatore and Remigio go away.

Fuir. Escapar.

Leave me alone.

Dolcino says the Crusaders can't win.

God won't allow it.

You've lost faith, Remigio?

How could I not have faith in Dolcino?

I've entrusted everything I have to him.

Everything I most love.

Don't fear for me. Come.

If something happens to us...

If Dolcino and I were...

I'll trust you to protect her.

Swear to me you'll protect Anna.

Nothing will happen to her, Margherita.

I swear to you.

Nothing will happen to Anna.

Anna, I'm going to see my love.

Where is the nearest town?

Just beyond this wood, Pietranera.

Is that not a Dolcinian enclave?

Witchcraft!

Get out here! Get out!

Go on!

Please! Please! I am a mother!

A mother?

Is he your husband? Are you man and wife?

I ask you: is she your wife?

Answer him!

No, she isn't, is she?

So sorry! Sorry! We will not anymore. I swear it!

You practice sex here. What other rituals?

What other rituals? ! Well?

Where do you both come from?

No!

Why doesn't she want you to tell me where you come from?

I'll tell you why.

Because she seduced you by telling you...

...that adultery was not a sin,

to copulate was good in the eyes of God. Am I right?

And do you share her beliefs...

...or are you merely taking advantage of them?

They're both heretics from Pietranera.

I'm not a heretic! I'm not from Pietranera.

She is!

No. No! No! No!

The demon was forever and always a master deceiver.

His weapon of choice: woman.

Come on!

How will we recognize Dolcino's followers...

...from true Christians?

Kill them all. God will recognize his own.

Let's get out of here!

My baby...

Brother William,

I have to admit that I was a bit reticent...

...but now on sober consideration

I feel that you should know the whole truth.

Malachi is...

I'm sure he knew about Berengar and Adelmo. They were...

...sodomites.

That much I suspected.

But Malachi didn't do anything to interfere.

He protected Berengar.

Just as he protects the mysteries of this place.

Brother William,

we suffocate under the restrictions of this place.

A scholar must know...

...about the marvels hidden in the vast womb of this library...

...and of the books that have never been given to us to read.

Are there not moments, William,

when you yourself would do shameful things...

...to get your hands on something...

...that you've been seeking for years?

Berengar stole something for Adelmo.

Something Adelmo wanted very much.

I don't know exactly what it was, but...

Berengar used it to...

...to persuade Adelmo to...

...to do what he wanted him to do.

Berengar wanted to get his hands on Adelmo.

Adelmo was desperate to get his hands on...

...whatever it was.

It was wrapped in cloth, I couldn't see it.

Venanzio had been watching them from his cell.

I'm sure Berengar saw him.

I too saw what happened between them.

And Berengar knows that I was there.

And that the door to my cell was open.

I hope that I've been helpful.

Sodomy in a monastery!

Frangula.

A good infusion is made from the bark for hemorrhoids.

What you do think of what we've heard?

Benno's story fits.

Adelmo, after committing his sin against chastity,

rushes into the church and prostrates himself...

...but doesn't quell his remorse.

Perhaps he confides in Venanzio the secret he received as a gift...

...from Berengar which no longer matters to him.

What happens to Venanzio? Who kills him? Berengar?

Perhaps. Or Malachi. Or someone else.

Berengar is suspect because he is frightened.

Why couldn't the murderer be Benno himself?

In any case, we need two things:

to know how to get into the library,

where the story of his death may have begun, and a lamp.

You provide the lamp.

Linger in the kitchen at dinner hour,

take one.

A theft? - A loan,

to the greater glory of the Lord.

A peaceful day.

By the grace of God.

Peaceful in the heavens but grim on earth.

The beast is roaming about the abbey...

What beast?

The great beast that comes from the sea.

Where did you see him?

In the library?

Library? I have never set foot in the library.

The library is a great labyrinth,

a symbol of the labyrinth of the earth.

You enter and you don't know whether you will come out.

So you do not know how one enters the library...

...when the Tower doors are closed?

You go by the way of the ossarium.

You can go through the ossarium,

but you don't want to go through the ossarium.

The dead monks keep watch.

Have you never heard of the door...

...that leads to the ossarium?

In the crypt?

The fourth skull, press the eyes...

...and you are in the ossarium.

But don't go there.

I have never gone.

The abbot does not wish it.

After you...

Shall we close the door behind us?

No, I think we should leave a path of escape.

And the beast? Where did you see the beast?

I don't know. I don't know anymore.

Rats. On their way to the library.

Now you understand why Malachi's face is so austere.

But the time is ripe.

Did you not hear the seven trumpets?

Why the seven trumpets?

Did you not hear how the other boy died, the illuminator?

The first angel sounded the first trumpet,

and hail and fire fell, mingled with blood.

The scriptorium must be above there.

The second angel sounded a second trumpet,

and the third part of the sea became blood...

Did the second boy not die in the sea of blood?

Watch out for the third trumpet!

All around the abbey is rank with heresy.

Sin has entered the abbey.

Shouldn't we first take a closer look at Adelmo's desk?

Yes.

There were two books here.

One in Greek.

A page fell out.

Bring the light closer.

For God's sake, boy!

Fantastic!

Your clumsiness has its uses.

Venanzio wanted to conceal an important secret,

and he used one of those inks that leave no trace when written...

...but reappear when warmed.

The Arabs know all about it.

Our man is there. After him!

Fool that I am!

And now he has my lenses as well as the book.

He knows I can't decipher these notes without my lenses.

Run, Adso, hurry!

I'm warning you!

I was a soldier in the Imperial army.

It's only me.

Bumping into things.

There's no one here. Where did he go?

This place was once a fortress.

There must be a host of secret passages.

The forbidden door.

By the beard of Merlin!

Who?

A magician from my country.

If I had my lenses, I would never leave this place.

What a treasure.

All books, no matter how different,

are made up of the same elements.

The space, the comma, punctuation,

22 letters of the alphabet.

St. John's Book of Revelation again.

The one Alinardo talked about.

Master?

Master?

Come and fight, you pathetic little coward!

Or were you only able to kill your mother

when you entered this world? !