All language subtitles for The.name.of.the.rose.8

[Theme music]

Who killed this man,
my Lord Bernard,

after you so cleverly found
and confined the murderers?

Do not ask me.

I have not said
I had consigned to the law

all the criminals
at large in this abbey.

I now leave the others
to the severity...

or the excessive indulgence
of my Lord Abbot.

All that remains for me
is to burn the witch.

And then we shall leave you.

One more thing:

the Pope and only the Pope

will decide the fate
of you Franciscans.

God be in your waking.

So Bernard could receive
the message in...

[Man] In less than three hours,
Your Holiness.

Very well. Write.

Leave quickly. That German dog

wants to name a new Pope,
a certain Peter, Franciscan.

He will be crowned
at St. Peters in Rome.

I will expunge him from the
history books with bread sops.

You tell me that at the abbey
they hid heretic assassins

encouraged by the Franciscans

who construe the life of Christ
against me.

Either the Franciscans
will come bow before my feet,

or they will forever be silent.

Ow!

Michele, you must
not go to Avignon.

John wants you there alone
and without guarantees.

But I must go.
The Pope must listen to me.

You'll be risking your life.

So be it.
Rather that than risk my soul.

Then you must leave immediately.
If I know Bernard,

he will try to keep you
from reaching Avignon.

We will find your corpse

and he will say it was
Remigio's devils

who did it.

[Hugh] We'll come with you.

No, I will go alone.

You will wait for my return to
Pisa, and the emperor's camp.

As soon as the sun goes down
exit through the iron door,

-next to the slaughterhouse.
-It is unguarded.

[Gerolamo] Come away with us,
Brother William.

Yes, you are the one
in most danger.

That is not possible.
I have work to finish here.

Will Bernard bring
his prisoners to Avignon?

[William] He will burn
Remigio as a heretic,

and like a propitiatory torch,

the pyre will illuminate
Michele's encounter

with the Pope to decide
the fate of the Franciscans.

And Salvatore?

[William] He will have
to testify at the trial.

Perhaps in exchange
for this service,

Bernard will grant him his life.

Or he may allow him to escape
and then have him killed.

And the girl?

-The girl...
-You can speak for her.

You know she's not a witch!

You can't let them burn her.

And for what?

Has she not already paid
enough?

How much more
does she need to pay for?

And for whom?

Perhaps not all is lost.

What do you mean?

[Laughter]

[Humming]

[Gasps]

[Monks singing]

Right, come on.

You will take over
the duties of Remigio.

You will provide
the immediate necessities

for the kitchen
and the refectory.

Name someone to take your place
in charge of the forges.

You are excused from offices.
Now go.

Just last evening you were
named as Malachi's assistant.

Today, after liturgy,

you will see to the opening
of the scriptorium

and make sure that no one
enters the library alone.

I have not yet been initiated

into the secrets
of the labyrinth.

[Abbot] No one has said
that you will be.

You will simply make sure that
the work of the scriptorium

gets done.
Each monk will work only

on the books already given him.

For now, no one must enter
the library. No one.

Let us thank the Lord.

With the German dead,
there is the risk of having

a new librarian
even more barbaric.

Who do you think
will be named in his place?

After everything that has
happened these past few days,

the problem is no longer
the librarian, but the abbot.

[Adso] Malachi spoke of
scorpions, the fifth trumpet.

The sixth trumpet
speaks of horses and flames.

Will we find the next victim
in the stables?

We leave tonight.

After burning the witch.

Too many calamities
have afflicted this place,

for which my heart beats
in my chest.

Everyone, with no exception,

should make a strict examination
of conscience.

I more than anyone.

We all think our souls are clean

because everyone except for one
is innocent

of the five deaths
that have struck this abbey.

So we believe.

Therefore... I have decided
to speak no more this day.

[Bell ringing]

It has been said
when the end is near,

the West will be ruled
by great deceivers,

killers of men,

fraudulent, lusting for gold,

experts in tricks.

And among all people
will spread disbelief,

hardness of heart,

robbery, murder

and all the other vices...

Poverty, compassion,

and the gift of tears...

will all vanish.

The time of the Antichrist
is at hand.

I have seen his head
of burning fire.

I have seen war chariots
on every side.

The youths will die,

girl children
will be taken prisoner...

Judaea will be dressed
in mourning

and in Syria it will fall

and they will weep
for their sons.

And every city in the world

will be rocked by earthquakes,

storm winds will rip the lands,

the fields will be fouled...

and in the winter

the heat will be intense.

[Chains clanking]

Remigio!

Remigio!

[Strains]

[Sobs]

[Chuckles]

Do you wanna stay
cum Salvatore?

[Laughs]

Io no free, tu no free.

[Monks singing]

[Bernard]
I will hear you, William,

but first reply to one question:

why did you advise
Michele Of Cesena to escape?

I didn't know
he was a prisoner.

Perhaps he was only intent upon
reaching the Pope before you.

[Scoffs] If he does, he will
find an excommunication.

You Franciscans,
you're finished.

[Chuckles]

You know,
in spite of everything,

I still respect you, William.

Therefore I will listen to you.

The girl you have arrested
is not a witch.

How can you be certain?

I met her along the journey
coming to the abbey.

She is an exile,
banished from her own land.

And you care for her.

As I care for you, brother.

She has already suffered enough.

You want to protect a witch?

No. It is you I am protecting.

[Scoffs]

I have seen you commit an act

that even your friend Pope John
could not pardon.

Satan's whore! Give me that!

Burn, burn in hell! Burn!

[William] You, who are
the meticulous author

of the Conduct of Inquisition
of Heretical Wickedness,

you took the place
of the secular arm

and killed with
your own hands.

Are you trying to threaten me?

I confess to you that, to me,

condemning someone to the stake

and physically lighting
the flame are the same thing.

But not to you.

Nor for your Pope.

It is you I am protecting,
by not speaking the truth.

[Monks chanting]

[Whispering]

-[Screams]
-Be silent!

[Speaks Occitan]

[Bernard grunts] Get off!

Get off! Ugh!

[Pants]

-[Door opening]
-[Man] Most Reverend?

Burn her,

while the others are at church.

The Italians often spoke of
Malachi as a straw man,

put here by someone else, with
the complicity of the abbot.

Not realizing, I have become
involved in this conflict.

The book was a pretext.

William, the book was found
but Malachi died all the same.

-I don't know.
-Yesterday you behaved like

-the ruler of the world.
-If you had helped us yesterday,

we would have prevented
this last crime.

You were the one
who gave Malachi the book

-that brought him to his death.
-Tell me one thing.

Did you have the book
in your hands,

did you touch it, read it?
If so, why are you not dead?

I don't know.
I swear I didn't touch it.

Or, rather, I touched it
when I took it.

And when Malachi offered
to make me his assistant,

I gave him the book.

Do not tell me
you did not even open it!

Yes, yes, I did open it
before hiding it.

[Benno sighs]

It began with
an Arabic manuscript,

then I believe there was one
in Syriac,

then there was a Latin text,
and finally one in Greek.

So you touched it
and you are not dead.

So touching it does not kill.

What can you tell me about the
Greek text? Did you look at it?

I only tried to read
the first page,

but the truth is
my Greek is poor.

And the parchment seemed odd...

didn't seem like parchment,
it seemed softer, like cloth.

Charta lintea, linen paper.

It was hard to separate
one page from the other.

Thank you, Benno.

Don't worry.
You are in no danger.

[Knocking on door]

[William] We must talk about
the latest events,

on which I have
reflected at length.

At too-great length, perhaps.

I must confess, Brother William,
that I expected more of you.

Since you've arrived here
five monks have died,

two have been arrested
by the inquisition,

and that great meeting
over which I presided

had a pitiful outcome

precisely because
of these wicked deeds.

You will agree that I could have
wished for a better resolution

to these events when
I asked you to investigate.

That is true, I have not lived
up to your expectations,

Your Sublimity,
but I will explain why.

These crimes do not stem
from a brawl or some vendetta

or jealousy or forbidden loves
among the monks...

-Please...
-Everything turns on the theft

and possession of a book

that was concealed
in the Finis Africae,

and which is now there again

thanks to Malachi's
intervention.

However, the series of crimes

did not stop with
the return of the book.

No, no, no.
That is impossible. How can...

How do you know... How do you
know about the Finis Africae?

Have you disobeyed my ban
and entered the library?

Crimes were committed
to prevent many

from discovering something
it was considered

undesirable
for them to discover.

Now all those who knew something
of the library's secrets,

whether rightly or through
trickery, are dead.

Only one person remains:
yourself.

Do you wish to insinuate--

Do not misunderstand me.

I say there is someone who knows

and wants no one else to know.

As the last to know,
you could be the next victim.

Unless you tell me what you know
about the forbidden book

and who in the abbey
might know what you know.

[Abbot] Come here.

Look.

Turquoise signifies joy;

sardonyx suggests the seraphim;

topaz, the cherubim;

jasper, thrones;

chrysolite, dominions;

the sapphire is
for the virtues...

...ruby, archangels;

and emerald, angels...

I could go on forever.

How wondrous
is the language of gems.

Down on your knees!

You wish to enter the noblest,
the greatest order of them all;

of that order I am an abbot,

and here you are
under my jurisdiction.

Hear my command:

you will forget the things
you have heard these days;

and may your eyes and lips
be sealed forever.

Swear it!

[William] What does the boy
have to do with it?

I asked you a question,
I warned you of a danger.

I asked you to tell me a name.

Do you now wish me, too,
to kiss the ring

and forget what I have learned
or what I suspect? Get up!

Ah, you.

I should have known
that a mendicant friar

would never understand
the beauties of our tradition.

You speak to me of some strange
story, some incredible story

about a banned book that leads
to a chain of murders;

of someone who knows things
that only I should know...

Tall tales,
meaningless accusations.

Speak of it if you wish.

No one will believe you.

Your mission here is over.

I'm sure you are anxiously
awaited at the imperial court.

Therefore I give you permission
to leave the abbey.

You will leave tomorrow morning,
early,

at the same time
as the papal delegation.

I will bid you farewell
again at dawn.

Naturally, it is no longer
necessary for you

to continue your investigations.

Please do not disturb my monks
further.

[Bell ringing]

Vespers. Off you go.

That peacock who exists
only because he wears a ring

as big as the bottom of a glass!

The abbot knew everything

and imagined you would
discover nothing.

"Thank you, Brother William,

the Emperor needs you,

you see what a beautiful
ring I have,

goodbye."

I am not leaving these walls

until I have found out.

He wants me to leave tomorrow
morning, does he?

Very well, but by tomorrow
morning I must know.

-You must?
-I must.

Divine providence
has endowed us

with a radiant certitude.

-What does that mean?
-That William of Baskerville,

who gives the impression of
having understood everything,

does not know how to enter
the Finis Africae.

Because the answer
must be there.

[Horse whinnies]

[Monk] Brother William...

-[Chuckles] Tertius equi...
-What?

Nothing. I was just
remembering poor Salvatore.

He wanted to perform God knows
what magic with the third horse,

but with his comical Latin he
referred to it as tertius equi,

-which would be the U.
-The U?

Yes, because tertius equi
does not mean the third horse,

but the third of the horse,

and the third letter
of the word equus is U.

Your Roger Bacon was right:

a scholar's first duty
is to learn languages.

God bless you, Adso.

What a fool I am!

"Primum et septimum de quatuor"

does not mean the first
and seventh of four,

but of the four,
the word "four"!

[Adso] The words carved
over the mirror!

Super thronos viginti quatuor!

Run to our cell and get
both those lamps, quickly!

[Pants]

[Panicked breathing]

[Breathes heavily]

[Strains]

[Thudding]

I have wondered
all along whether

there was not another access
to the Finis Africae

in this tower
so full of passages.

-But who is in there?
-The second person.

One is in the Finis Africae,

the other has tried
to reach him, like us.

[Adso] Then let's go!

Here it is!

Remember, push the first
and seventh of the four.

-I can't see the four.
-Wait, I can't see it yet. Yes!

No, no, no... Left!
Left, left.

No, right! Higher!
A little bit higher!

-A little higher!
-[Adso] I can't!

[William] To the right,
to the right.

-Push!
-[Mechanism clicks]

Now left, left.

More, more. There.

Stop!

-Push.
-[Mechanism clicks]

Yes!

[Mechanism whirring]

[Door creaks shut]

Good evening, venerable Jorge.

[Jorge] I knew you would arrive,
William of Baskerville...

And the abbot, is he the one
trapped in the secret stairway?

[Jorge] Is he still alive?

I thought he would have
already suffocated.

I would like to save him.
You can open from this side.

[Jorge] No. Too late.

Mater mea... Mater mea...
Mater mea...

Help! Help! Who is there?

Jorge! Jorge!

I am your abbot,
you will release me!

[Jorge] When I heard
the abbot arrive down below,

I pulled on the rope
that holds the weights.

The rope broke.

Now the passage is sealed
at both sides

and the device
can never be repaired.

The abbot is dead.

[Panicked breathing]

[Gasping breaths]

[Breathing stops]

[William] Why did you kill him?

Brother William explained
everything to me.

Now you will explain
what I do not know.

What treasures
are you trying to protect?

I will order the Finis Africae
open to all.

It's what the Italians want.

You come to Finis Africae
during Vespers,

you will find my body.

And then you can bring
the whole world to the library!

[Jorge] So I told him
about the other tunnel,

that still only I know.

The one I used
for so many years,

because it was easier
in the dark.

So you had him come here,
knowing you would kill him.

I could no longer trust him.
He was frightened.

For 40 years you have been
master of this abbey.

When you realized
you were going blind

and you could no longer
control the library,

you had a man you could trust
elected abbot,

and as librarian
you had him name Malachi,

who never took a step
without consulting you.

This is what the Italian group
wanted to end,

this is what Alinardo
kept repeating,

but no one would listen to him
because they considered him mad

by now. Am I right?

From the first day
I knew you would understand.

From your voice, from the way
you drew me into debate

about a subject
I did not want to discuss.

You were better than the others:

I knew you would reach
the solution, no matter what.

And when I heard Severinus was
coming to you about the book,

I was sure
you were on my trail.

But you managed to get the book
away from me.

-Ah!
-You went to Malachi,

who had no idea
of the situation.

In his jealousy, the fool was
still obsessed with the idea

that Adelmo had stolen
his beloved Berengar,

who by then craved
younger flesh.

You may have told Malachi

Berengar had been
intimate with Severinus.

Crazed with jealousy,
Malachi went to Severinus

for the book that he imagined
Berengar had given him

as a reward for his intimacy,
and killed him.

[Severinus yells]

[William] But he didn't have
time to hunt for the book

because the cellarer arrived.
Is that what happened?

It is, more or less.

I did not want Malachi to die.

I told him to find the book
at whatever cost

and come back here,
without opening it.

But for the first time,

the madman decided to act
on his own initiative.

[William] Discovering what was
so forbidden about the object

that had made him a murderer.

I want to see the book
you stole

to keep others from reading it.

You did not destroy it

because a man like you
does not destroy a book.

I want to see the second book
of the Poetics of Aristotle,

the book that speaks about
the value of laughter.

The book everyone believed
lost or never written,

and of which you perhaps
hold the only copy.

[Jorge] Ah.

What a magnificent librarian
you would have been, William!

[Jorge] Here...

Here's your prize.

Read it, leaf through it.

It is yours, you've earned it.

You have won.

[William] Then it is not true

that you consider me
so clever, Jorge.

You cannot see
that I have gloves on.

With my fingers made clumsy
like this,

I cannot detach one page
from the next,

as I would with bare hands,
moistening my fingers

until a good portion of the
poison had passed to my mouth.

I'm speaking of the poison
that you, one day long ago,

took from the laboratory
of Severinus...

Go on!

When Adelmo came too close
to the subject of this book,

his curiosity cost him dearly:

a mortal sin for a book he
didn't even have time to open.

But Venanzio did.

He went through it avidly,

with an almost
physical voracity.

[Coughs]

He soon felt ill

and went to the kitchen.

The rest is simple.

Berengar found him
in the kitchen,

and in fearing an inquiry,
carried the body

and dumped it
into a barrel of blood,

hoping that everyone
would be convinced

that Venanzio had drowned.

Then Berengar disappeared
with the book,

which had aroused
his curiosity, too.

Thus we have an explanation
for all the corpses.

What a fool!

-Who?
-[William] I.

Because of a remark
of Alinardo's,

I was convinced
the series of crimes

followed the sequence
of the seven trumpets

of the Apocalypse.

The fact is you are a murderer.

I have killed no one.

Each died according
to his destiny for his sins.

I was only the instrument.

It is my duty
to protect the library.

A few minutes ago
you were ready to kill me too,

and also this boy.

You are subtler,
but no better than the rest.

Tell me why you wanted
to shield this book.

There are other books
that speak of comedy,

why does this book
fill you with such fear?

Because it was written
by the philosopher.

How did you guess

it was Aristotle's
second book of Poetics?

It took shape in my mind
as it had to be.

I could tell you
almost all of it,

without reading the pages
that were meant to poison me.

Comedy tells of base
and ridiculous creatures,

and does not end with
the death of its protagonists.

It achieves the ridiculous
by showing us the defects

and vices of ordinary man.

It actually obliges us

to examine them more closely.

It tells us things differently

and it makes us say: "Ah,

this is just how things are,
and I didn't know it."

[Jorge] Every book that
that man has written

has destroyed
parts of the knowledge

that Christianity has
accumulated over the centuries.

If it was heard said
that I laugh at God,

we would have no weapons
to combat such a disaster.

So you spread the ointment
in the dark.

But now my eyes
see better than yours.

It was a good idea, was it not?

It took you a long time
to arrive at it.

-You are the Devil!
-I?

Yes. You are the Devil,

and like the Devil,
you live in darkness.

If you wanted to convince me,
you have failed.

I hate you, Jorge,

and if I could,
I would lead you downstairs,

across the ground, naked,

with fowls' feathers
stuck in your asshole

and your face painted
like a buffoon,

so the whole monastery
would laugh at you

and be afraid no longer.

You... You are worse
than the Devil.

You are a clown, like the saint
that gave birth to you all.

You say I am the Devil.
That is not true.

I am the hand of God.

The hand of God creates,
it does not conceal.

I have found you.

And I have found the book and
the others have died in vain.

To ensure they have
not died in vain,

one more death
will not be too many.

[Jorge] Find me now!
I am the one who sees best!

-[Clanking]
-[William] He's blocking us in!

[Yells] Light, give me light!

[Jorge snarls]

[William] Hurry!

[Snarling]

[All struggle]

He's eating
the Poetic of Aristotle!

Get the book!

Fire!

Now I seal that
which should not be said.

From hell, I curse you.

-I want the book!
-Master!

[Screams]

[Adso] Come on! Come on!

Give it to me! Give it to me!

Come with us.

[Screams]

Quiet!

[Muffled screaming]

Move, freak!

-[Muffled yelling]
-Move!

Come on, move, witch!

I said...

[Muffled yelling]

Stop whining, witch!

We'll see you burn tonight,
witch.

[Muffled yelling]

Master, let's go!

William!

Go!

[Monks singing]

[Muffled yelling]

Do it, now!

Ow!

Free the girl
and I will not cut your throat.

Who are you to give me orders?

A woman. The sack of shit and
perversion that so revolts you.

You are a demon.
How can I trust you?

Because you have no choice.
Whereas I've made mine.

Between your life and the life
of an innocent girl.

And what about your life?

You have taken that already.

Let her go! Let her go!

Go, go!

You burned my father
and mother alive.

So it is you.

You slaughtered
my husband and child.

I know you will not
keep your promise.

[Explosion]

[Horses whinny]

Most Reverend Father!

[Nicola] The library! Fetch
water, as much water as you can!

Quickly! Quickly!

Remigio! Remigio!

Remigio! No!

Remigio!

[Wails]

Remigio! Remigio!

-[Nicola] Remigio!
-Over here!

Break it!

There's not enough water here,
nor in the well.

Send mules to the river!

[Salvatore wails] Remigio!

[Benno] William! William!

The library! The library!

[Yelling]

Libera me Domine, de morte
aeterna, in die illa tremenda.

Quando coeli movendi sunt
et terra.

Dum veneris iudicare
saeculum per ignem.

She's alive.

You did not succeed to burn
yourself with your books.

It's all in here, William.

The Bible is in here.

All the rest of the books
in the world can burn.

Burn for the glory of God!

[Nicola] Remigio!

No, Remigio! Turn back!
Turn back! No!

We fall in a black hole.

The Apocalypse
is within our hearts.

[Old Adso] The abbey burned
for three days and three nights.

On the third day, when
the corpses had been buried,

the monks abandoned
the still-smoking abbey

as a place accursed.

[Old Adso] This was the only
love of my life and I could not,

then or ever after,
call that love by name.

[Adso] Master!

Master!

[William]
Why are you following me?

Because I've never met
someone like you.

That's not a good reason
to follow anyone.

[Old Adso]
Poking about in the rubble,

I collected scraps of parchment
and I filled two traveling sacks

and loaded them on a mule
that was running away.

I was carrying with me a library

made up of fragments of stories,

unfinished sentences,
phantoms of books.

It was the greatest library
in all of Christendom.

Now, the Antichrist
is truly at hand,

because no learning
will hinder him anymore.

We have seen his face.

You have no reason
to reproach yourself.

You did your best.

A human best,
which is very little.

Where is all my wisdom?

I behaved stubbornly,
pursuing a semblance of order,

when I should have known there
is no order in the universe.

The order that our mind imagines
is like a net, or like a ladder,

built to attain something.

But afterward you must
throw the ladder away

because even if it was useful,
it was meaningless.

Perhaps the mission
of those who love mankind

is to make people
laugh at the truth,

to make truth laugh.

I will return to Melk
and I will take my vows there.

And then I shall
travel the world

in search of books
and spread their words.

Of the beauty, of the color,

of the perfume of a rose
when it wilts,

only a word remains.

Its name.