The Name of the Rose

THIS FILM CONTAINS SOME SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE.

'Having reached the end of my poor sinner's life, my hair now white,

'I prepare to leave on this parchment

'my testimony as to the wondrous and terrible events

'witnessed in my youth,

'towards the end of the Year of our Lord 1327.

'May God grant me the wisdom and grace to be the faithful chronicler

'of the happenings that took place in a remote abbey in north Italy -

'an abbey whose name it seems even now pious and prudent to omit.'

Benedicamus Domine.

Deo gratias.

Benedicamus Domine.

Deo gratias.

'May my hand now tremble as I relive the past, and revive the uneasiness

'that oppressed my heart as we entered.'

Should we tell him?

No. He will look in the wrong places.

But...what if he should learn it of his own accord?

You over-estimate him, my Lord Abbot.

There is only one authority capable of investigating such matters -

the Holy Inquisition.

What is your opinion, Venerable Jorge?

Dear Brother, I leave such worldly matters to younger men.

-Adso...

-Yes, Master?

In order to command Nature, one must first learn to obey it.

Return to the forecourt, skirt the aedificium, enter the quadrangle,

and there you will find the place you need.

You told me you'd never been to this abbey before.

When we arrived, I saw a brother making for the spot in some haste.

I noticed he emerged more slowly, with an air of contentment.

Ah.

Thank you, Master.

A RAVEN CAWS

-Pax vobiscum.

-Et cum spiritu tuo.

On behalf of the Benedictine Order,

I am honoured to welcome you and your Franciscan brothers to our abbey.

The other delegates have arrived?

Ubertino de Casale has been here for some weeks. The others are due tomorrow.

You...you must be very tired... after your long journey.

No.

Not particularly.

-I trust you are not in need of anything.

-No. Thank you.

Well, then, I...

..I bid you peace.

I'm sorry that one of your brethren has recently been gathered unto God.

Yes, a terrible loss.

-Adelmo was a fine illuminator.

-Not Adelmo of Otranto?

-You knew him?

-No, I knew and admired his work.

His comic art was almost infamous... But he was said to be a young man!

Oh, yes. Very young indeed.

-An accident, no doubt?

-Yes...

Yes, as you say, an accident.

Well, that is... I...

Brother William, may I speak with you candidly?

You seem most anxious to do so.

When I heard you were coming, it seemed an answer to my prayers.

Here is a man who has knowledge,

both of the human spirit and of the wiles of the Evil One.

The fact is, Brother Adelmo's death has caused much spiritual unease among my flock.

DOOR OPENS

This is my novice, Adso,

the youngest son of the Baron of Melk.

Please, do continue.

We found the body after a hailstorm, horribly mutilated,

dashed against a rock at the foot of the tower, under a window which...

-..How shall I say this? Which was...

-Found closed.

-Somebody told you.

-Had it been open, you would have concluded that he had fallen.

Brother William, the window cannot be opened,

nor was the glass shattered.

-Nor is there any access to the roof above.

-Oh, I see.

There seems no natural explanation, so your monks suspect a supernatural one.

That is why I need the counsel of an acute man, such as you.

Acute in uncovering,

and prudent, if necessary, in, er, covering up,

before the papal delegates arrive.

You know I no longer deal in such matters.

I AM reluctant to burden you with my dilemma, but...

..unless I can reassure my flock,

I will have no alternative but to summon the Inquisition.

PIGS SQUEAL

Adso!

That is Ubertino de Casale, one of the great spiritual leaders of our Order.

Come.

Many revere him as a living saint. Others would burn him as a heretic.

His speech on the clergy's poverty is not favourite papal reading.

So now he must live in hiding.

Oh...fellow Franciscans!

You must leave this place at once!

The Devil is roaming this abbey.

Ubertino, it's William. William of Baskerville.

William?

No...

No...

William is dead.

William, my son!

Forgive me!

We had lost trace of you... for so long...

I tried very hard to be forgotten.

When we heard of your troubles, I prayed to our Virgin for a miracle.

Your prayers met with a favourable response.

This is my novice, Adso of Melk.

His father has entrusted me with his education.

He must get out of here at once!

The Devil is hurling beautiful boys out of windows!

There was... something feminine...

something diabolical...

about the young one who died.

He had the eyes of a girl...

seeking intercourse with the Devil.

Beware of this place.

The Beast is still among us.

I can sense him...now...here...

within these very walls.

I'm afraid, William,

for you, for me, for the outcome of this debate!

Oh, my son!

The times we live in, hm?

But let us not frighten our young friend here!

She's beautiful, is she not?

When the female, by nature so perverse,

becomes sublime by holiness,

then she can be the noblest vehicle of grace!

IN LATIN:

Hm?

-I don't like this place.

-Really?

I find it most stimulating. Come.

Dear Adso, we cannot let ourselves be influenced by irrational rumours of the Antichrist.

Let us instead exercise our brains and try to solve this conundrum.

IN LATIN:

'My master trusted Aristotle, the Greek philosophers, and his own remarkable intelligence.

'Unhappily, my fears were not mere phantoms of a youthful imagination.'

A dark end for a brilliant man!

SHOUTING AND FIGHTING

Another generous donation by the Church to the poor(!)

Perhaps he didn't fall from there, but from somewhere over there,

and the body rolled down?

No Devil needed any more!

SCREAMS AND CRIES

Yes, more blood! That's where he fell from. He jumped.

-Adso, are you paying attention?

-Yes. He jumped.

He jumped? You mean he committed suicide?

Yes! Why else would he go up there in a hailstorm?

-It wasn't to admire the landscape!

-No. Perhaps...someone murdered him.

And toiled up there with the body?

Much easier to get rid of it through their charity sluice-gate!

No, my dear Adso, it's elementary.

Suicide?

Do you think this is a place abandoned by God?

Have you ever known a place where God WOULD have felt at home?

We praise Almighty God

that there are no grounds for suspecting an evil spirit is here, either of this world or another.

We praise our Lord that the debate, which we are so honoured to host,

may now proceed without a shadow of fear.

We also praise the Almighty

for sending us Brother William of Baskerville,

whose experience in previous duties, although onerous to him, has been of such service to us.

May serenity and spiritual peace

reign once more in our hearts.

HE CLAPS ONCE

IN LATIN:

Master?

Hm?

If I may ask,

what "onerous duties" was the Abbot talking about?

Were you not always a monk?

Even monks have pasts, Adso.

-Now, do try to sleep.

-Just... Yes, Master.

IN LATIN:

HE LAUGHS SOFTLY

SQUEAKING NOISE

ADSO MUMBLES IN FITFUL SLEEP

FAINT DAWN CHORUS

BELL TOLLS

THEY CHANT: # Urbs Jerusalem beata

# Dicta pacis visio

# Quae construitur in coelis

# Vivis ex lapidibus

# Urbs Jerusalem beata

# Dicta pacis visio

# Quae construitur in coelis... #

GENTLE SNORING # ..Vivis ex lapidibus

# Et angelis coronata... #

DISTRESSED SHOUTING IN ITALIAN

< Padre! Padre!

SHOUTING CONTINUES

This one, I grant you, did NOT commit suicide.

Water! Water!

I am to blame. Had I not been so eager to believe your theory, this might have been prevented.

I am convinced that Brother Adelmo took his own life. Now, whether...

-..The first body was found...

-..this is connected, I intend...

..after the hailstorm,

and the second trumpet, the sea became blood!

And, behold!

Here is blood!

The Prophecy of the Apocalypse! At the third trumpet, a burning star

will fall in a fountain of water!

Just seven days?!

CRYING AND WAILING

A THUNDERSTORM BREWS

Grated stem of bladderwort for treating diarrhoea...

And as for onions, administered in small quantities, warm and moist,

they help prolong the male erection - in those who've not taken our vows!

Uh-huh.

Do you find many circumstances in which you apply arsenic?

Yes, indeed! It is a most effective remedy for nervous disorders -

as a compound, in small doses.

What if not-so-small doses?

Death.

What was this man's function here?

He was our finest Greek translator. Devoted to the works of Aristotle.

-Was he a friend of handsome Adelmo?

-Indeed so, they worked together.

In a brotherly way, you understand. Not like...

I mean, flesh can be tempted according to nature...or against.

They were not of the latter disposition,

if you ascertain my meaning.

Huh-huh-huh!

Penitenziagite! Huh-huh-huh!

Watch out for the draco who cometh in futurum to gnaw on your anima!

La morte e sopra nos!

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

You contemplate the apocalypse, huh?

La bas, nous avons Il Diavolo!

Huh-huh-huh-huh!

Ugly com' Salvatore!

Ha! My little brother!

Penitenziagite!

Penitenziagite?

Uh?

-Ma...

-You said "penitenziagite". I heard you.

Ha-ha! Ma... Ma...

Domine frate magnificentissimo.

Io no uno...Dolcinito heretico...

Les hommes must do penitenzia!

Ich am a monk! Sancti Benedicti!

HE GABBLES WILDLY AS HE LEAVES

-Master...

-Hm?

-What language was he speaking?

All languages. And none.

-And what was the word you both kept mentioning?

-Penitenziagite.

-What does it mean?

-It means that the hunchback undoubtedly was once a heretic.

"Penitenziagite" was a rallying cry of the Dolcinites.

Dolcinites? Who were they, Master?

-Those who believed in the poverty of Christ.

-So do we Franciscans!

But they wanted EVERYONE poor - so they slaughtered the rich.

Huh!

You see, Adso,

the step between ecstatic vision and sinful frenzy is all too brief!

Well, could HE not have killed the translator?

No! Fat bishops and wealthy priests were more to the Dolcinite taste,

not a student of Aristotle. But you're right, we'll keep an open mind.

We're fortunate to have snow here.

Often the criminal unwittingly writes his autograph.

Now, what do you read from these?

-They're twice as deep as the others.

-Good, Adso. Thus we may conclude...?

-Well, that the man was very heavy.

-Precisely. And why was he heavy?

Because...he was very fat?

Or because he was burdened with the weight of another man.

Let us commit the autograph of this sole to our memory.

But the footprints lead away from the jar -

-in THIS direction.

-You turnip!

It is a possibility that he walked backwards, dragging the body thus.

Hence furrows, caused by heels.

Now, WHERE did the erudite Greek translator meet the anonymous author of his death, hm?

Ah, Brother Librarian,

may we examine the work of the two unfortunates gathered unto God?

-Your request is unusual.

-As are the circumstances of their deaths.

-Brother Adelmo sat there.

-Thank you.

WHISPERS IN LATIN

A donkey teaching the scriptures to the bishops...

The Pope as a fox...

The Abbot as a monkey! He really had a talent for comic images.

HYSTERICAL SCREAM >

I hope I did not offend you, Brother William, but I heard persons laughing at laughable things.

You Franciscans, however, view merriment with indulgence.

St Francis was much given to laughter.

Laughter is a devilish wind which deforms the lineaments of the face,

-and makes men look like monkeys!

-Monkeys do not laugh. Laughter is particular to man.

It is a sin! Christ never laughed.

-Can we be so sure?

-Nothing in Scripture says he did.

Nothing says he did not.

The saints employed comedy to ridicule enemies.

When the pagans put St Maurus into boiling water, he said it was too cold.

The sultan scalded himself testing it!

A saint immersed in boiling water does not play childish tricks! He restrains his cries,

and suffers for the truth!

And yet Aristotle's second book of Poetics was devoted to comedy as an instrument of truth.

You have read it?

Of course not! It has been lost.

No, it was never written! Providence does not want futile things glorified!

-I must protest...

-ENOUGH!

This abbey is overshadowed with grief, yet you intrude on our sorrow with idle banter!

Forgive me, Venerable Jorge.

My remarks were truly out of place.

-Which was the Greek translator's desk?

-This one. >

Come, Adso.

-What did you deduce from that?

-That we should not laugh there.

But did you notice how few books there were on the shelves?

All those scriveners, copyists, translators... But where were all the books they need for their work,

and for which this abbey is famed?

Where are the books?

-Are you testing me, Master?

-What do you mean?

It seems that whenever you ask me a question, you already have the answer.

-Do you know where the books are?

-No.

But I'll wager my faith that the tower contains something other than air.

Did you notice that little door the librarian closed as we came in?

Master! Master, quick! I have him!

-Enough!

-He tried to kill us!

Salvatore!

Please! Don't talk to the abbot about his past! He's innocent of the deaths here, I swear it.

Brother Remigio, my price is some information.

'I could not comprehend why my master dismissed my suspicions of the hunchback,

'and why it was so urgent that we visit the tower.

'I assumed he could not resist the temptation to enter the library and look at the books.'

DOOR OPENS >

No lock! As I thought, it must be bolted from inside.

-How do we get in?

-Through another entrance.

Let's see what the moon-faced assistant librarian was trying to conceal from us this morning.

Tiny Greek letters, like inky ant prints!

Ah, yes!

Written in lemon juice!

It's some zodiacal code giving directions...but to where?

HEY! Who's there?!

-My magnifying glasses!

-They were on that book.

You go that way!

FOOTSTEPS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

(Come on out...

(you little witch.)

I know you're here. I can smell you!

What's the matter with you, hey? Are you afraid of me?

HE GASPS

HE WHIMPERS

HE CRIES WITH PAIN

'Who was she? Who was this creature that rose like the dawn,

'as bewitching as the moon, radiant as the sun,

'terrible as an army poised for battle?'

SHE WHIMPERS

SHE MOANS

-RAT SQUEALS

-Good evening!

This is where you catch them!

You see, they are piu grassa!

-You... You eat them?

-Mmm!

-You like?

-Thank you, no!

Except during Lenta. Ich bin good Catolico!

In that case, you must tell me...

So, Adelmo gave the parchment to Berengar?

-No! No! To the translo...trans...

-Translator!

-To Venantius, the black monk!

-Si!

And what happened then?

Master! I've found another one!

Where are your wits, boy?

Have you ever met anyone with a ribcage big enough to hold such a heart?

-Hm?

-No.

No!

It's the heart of an ox.

One of the monks probably gave it to that peasant girl in exchange for...favours.

Girl? What...?

The one I saw scuttling away.

-He must have been a very ugly monk.

-Why ugly?

If he'd been young and beautiful, she would no doubt have blessed him with her favours for nothing!

In any event, whatever happened in this dreadful kitchen has no bearing on our investigations.

The hunchback has convinced me

that Berengar is the key to the...

What did you say?

Nothing, Master.

Good!

A COCK CROWS

-Master?

-Mmm?

There's something I must tell you.

I know.

Then will you hear my confession?

Well, I'd rather you told me first as a friend.

Master...

have you...

ever been...in love?

In love? Yes.

-Many times.

-You were?

Of course! Aristotle...

-Ovid...Virgil...

-No! I meant...

Ah! Are you not confusing love with lust?

I don't know.

I want only her own good.

I want her to be happy. I want to save her from poverty.

Oh, dear.

-Why "Oh, dear"?

-You ARE in love!

Is that bad?

For a monk, it presents problems!

Doesn't Saint Thomas Aquinas praise love above all else?

Yes... The love of God, Adso.

-The love of God.

-Oh.

And the love of...woman?

Of woman, Thomas Aquinas knew precious little!

But the Scriptures are clear. Proverbs says,

"Woman takes possession of a man's precious soul." And Ecclesiastes tell us...

"More bitter than death is woman."

Yes, but... what do YOU think?

Well...

I don't have the benefit of YOUR experience,

but I find it difficult to convince myself

that God would have introduced such a foul being into creation

without endowing her with SOME virtues. Mm?

How peaceful life would be without love, Adso.

How safe...how tranquil...

..and how dull.

WIND BLOWS

CHEERFUL SINGING

How beautiful!

Lord, you have guided our steps to this refuge of spiritual peace

because you wish for reconciliation as much as we Franciscans.

Let us go, Brothers!

Thy will be done, O Lord. Amen.

-KNOCKING

-Brother Berengar?

He's probably hiding somewhere,

with the book and my magnifying glasses.

Brother Berengar!

Master, look! The door!

Ah! Brother Malachia!

-I was looking for your assistant, Brother Berengar. Is he here?

-No.

Oh, I see.

Do you know where we might find him?

No.

-Is he perhaps upstairs, in the library?

-No.

-I am curious to see the library. May I do so?

-No!

Why not?

It is a strict rule of the Abbot.

-No-one is permitted to enter the library other than myself and my assistant.

-I see!

Thank you again.

MASS IS BEING SUNG

Maybe something's happened to him.

Maybe we'll find him in water.

-What?

-The third trumpet, as Ubertino said.

The Book of Revelation.

That is not the book we're after!

# ..Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper... #

Welcome to our abbey, Brother Michele.

Hey, you! Hey! HEY!

Back in line like the others!

Let him go!

This is Cuthbert of Winchester, one of our Franciscan guests.

Come, your Grace.

­ But the Abbot seems convinced that the Devil is at work here.

The only evidence I see of the Devil is everyone's desire to see him at work.

What if Ubertino is right? >

This debate is crucial! The Pope wants to crush us!

-He'll declare us heretics!

-I only have one brother to question to solve the matter.

­ We place our trust in you. Pray God you do not abuse it.

Brother William.

-Did you find a book in Greek?

-No.

I was right.

So was the Book of Revelation.

-We must talk at once.

-Indeed we must!

And I have much to tell. ..After we've examined the corpse.

-Vine leaves in the bath alleviate pain.

-He was left-handed.

-He was inverted in many ways.

-Are there other left-handed brothers here?

-None that I know of.

Ink stains!

He did not write with his tongue(!)

-A few lines of Greek.

-Yes.

Written by Venantius. Some random notes from the book he was reading

just before he died. See how the calligraphy changes?

From this point on, he was dying.

What do you conclude from that?

A smudge of blue paint!

Yes, but a unique smudge of blue, blended by your finest illuminator, Brother Adelmo.

He possessed this before Venantius.

We know that, because the random notes overrun the smudge, not vice versa.

Brother William...

this abbey is enshrouded in a terrifying mystery.

Yet I detect nothing in your obscure dissertation that sheds any light on it.

Adso!

Light!

Someone was at great pains to conceal a secret of the first magnitude. Mm?

The calligraphy is left-handed,

and the only left-handed brother is, or was, Brother Berengar.

Now, what kind of secret knowledge would he have been privy to?

I've the feeling you are about to tell me.

Books! Restricted books. Spiritually dangerous books.

Everyone here knew of the assistant librarian's passion for boys.

When Adelmo wanted to read a forbidden book, Berengar offered him the key to its whereabouts,

-enciphered on that parchment, in exchange for unnatural caresses.

-Enough!

Adelmo submitted to his lustful advances.

Racked by remorse, he wandered desperately in the graveyard and met the Greek translator.

-How do you know?

-The hunchback was a witness.

He saw Adelmo hand over the parchment.

He saw him run to the small tower and hurl himself from the window.

While Berengar punished himself,

Venantius, helped by the coded instructions on the parchment, found the book in the library.

He took it back to his desk and began to read it.

After scribbling down a few mysterious quotations, he died

with a black stain on his finger.

The assistant librarian dragged the body to the pig pens to avert suspicion falling on him.

But he left clues.

The book remained on the translator's desk.

Berengar read it last night. Soon after, overcome by some agonising pain,

he took a soothing bath - and drowned.

He, too, had a blackened finger.

All three died because of the book which kills or for which men will kill.

Grant me access to the library.

< Brother William, your pride blinds you!

By idolising reason, you fail to see what is obvious to everyone in this abbey.

HE WHISPERS

Thank you, Brother William.

We are mindful of your efforts,

but I shall now ask you to refrain from your investigations.

There will be someone arriving with the Papal delegation who knows the wiles of the Evil One.

A man I believe you know only too well.

Bernardo Gui of the Inquisition.

Master, who is Bernardo Gui?

< William!

I've been searching the entire abbey for you. Michele wishes to speak to you...

alone.

-Do you know who is coming here?

-Bernardo Gui. Ubertino must be moved to a place of safety.

It is you that concerns us.

Your investigations are irrelevant. With erroneous conclusions.

-It's the truth.

-William is right. He's always right.

No matter what the consequences, for himself or anyone else,

William of Baskerville must always prove himself right.

Was it not your vanity, your stubborn pride, that brought you into conflict with Bernardo?

Do not tempt fate twice, William. No-one will be able to save you this time.

'My flesh had forgotten the sinful pleasure that our union had given me

'but my soul could not forget her.

'And now, now that I saw her in the midst of her poverty and squalor,

'I praised God in my heart that I was a Franciscan.

'I wanted her to know that I did not belong to this rapacious abbey,

'but to an order dedicated to lifting her people out of their physical destitution...

'..and spiritual deprivation.'

# Redemisti nos, Domine

# Deus veritatis... #

# ..Gloria Patri et Filio

# Et Spiritui Sancto

# In manus tuas, Domine

# Commendo spiritum meum. #

Farewell, William.

You are mad and arrogant,

but I love you and shall never cease to pray for you.

Goodbye, dear child.

Try not to learn too many bad examples from your master.

He thinks too much,

relying always on the deductions of his head

instead of trusting in the prophetic capacities...

of his heart.

Learn to mortify your intelligence.

-Hey!

-Weep over the walls of our Lord.

Oh, and do throw away those books!

There is a side of Ubertino... that I truly envy.

Remember, fear the last trumpet, my friends,

the net will fall from the sky

-and then will come a thousand scorpions.

-Yes, yes. We won't forget.

Which one frightens you most?

-They all do.

-Look closely.

-That one.

-My choice exactly.

CLICK...

After you.

Those are the foundations of the tower.

How do we reach the library?

A RAT SQUEALS

The rats love parchment. Let's follow him.

166...a bolted door...167... 168...169...170...

..339...340...

I knew it!

Adso.

I knew it!

Adso, do you realise we're in one of the greatest libraries in the whole of Christendom?

RESOUNDING LAUGHTER

-How will we find the book we want?

-In time.

The Beatus of Lebana.

That, Adso, is a masterpiece.

This is the verse annotated by Umberto di Bologna.

How many more rooms? How many more books?

No-one should be forbidden to consult these books.

Perhaps they are thought to be too precious or fragile.

No, it's not that. It is because they contain a wisdom that is different from ours,

ideas which encourage us to doubt infallibility.

Master?

And doubt, Adso, is the enemy of faith.

HIS VOICE ECHOES

Master?

Master?

Master, wait for me!

But I AM waiting for you.

FOOTSTEPS

But I can hear you walking.

I'm not walking, Adso, I'm down here.

FOOTSTEPS AND CREAKING

Is that you up there?

Where are you, boy?

I'm lost!

FOOTSTEPS RUN BY

Well, Adso, it would appear that we're in a labyrinth.

-Are you still there?

-Yes.

How do we get out?

With some difficulty!

(If at all.)

You see, Adso... that is the charm of a labyrinth.

Adso, stay calm.

Open a book and read aloud.

Leave the room you're in and keep turning left.

"Love does not originate as an illness.

"The Muslim theologian, Ibn-Hazm, states, 'A lovesick person does not want to be healed.'

"Love causes irregular breathing and quickens the pulse. He identifies melancholia with lycanthropy -

"a disease that produces wolf-like behaviour in sufferers.

"The lover's appearance changes.

"His lips shrivel and his face becomes covered

"with pustules and scabs. Marks resembling the bites of a dog appear on his face.

"He ends his days by prowling graveyards...at night

"like a wolf."

-Master, I can see a lantern.

-Don't move.

-Stay where you are.

-I can see a man.

He's stopped.

-What's he doing?

-He's raising his lantern.

-How many times?

Three times.

It is I. Raise your lantern.

What?

You foolish boy! It's only a mirror.

-Save the books!

-I'm trying to save YOU!

A trap-door and a mirror, we must be almost there.

HORSE WHINNIES

If I have deciphered the instructions of the Greek translator correctly...

I didn't hand over the original without first making a copy!

"Manu supra idolum agi primum et septimus de quatuor" is what?

With the hand above...the idol...

..press the first and the seventh... of four.

Very good.

-What idol?

-That's what we're here to find out.

-The first and seventh of four what?

-If I knew that, I'd be teaching theology in Paris!

Again!

CLICKING NOISE

-Do you hear that?

-HE IMITATES THE CLICKING

It's my teeth!

-What?

-My teeth!

-Don't be afraid.

I'm not afraid. I'm cold.

-We shall return.

-Don't leave on my account.

-This eludes me for the moment.

Let me see.

If I knew the way out of the labyrinth...

We come to a fork, mark it with an arrow and... No, no, no!

-Master?

-Dear boy, I'm thinking.

-If there are arrows at the fork...

-Master?

Well done, boy!

Your classical education serves us well.

MEN CONVERSE

CAT MIAOWS

Abigor, pecca pro nobis.

Amon, miserere nobis...

Haborym, dominum damnamus...

Leonardo, asperge me spermate tuo et inquinabor!

Sputa, s'il vous plait. Sputala.

Thank you.

Lucifer, be at my servicio pour l'amour de la femina!

THE WOMAN SINGS TO HERSELF

Lasciami!

BELL TOLLS

SHE SCREAMS

Bernardo, search the creature.

My Lord Abbot, you invited me to investigate the presence of the Evil One in your abbey.

I have already found it.

THE WOMAN CONTINUES SCREAMING

How many times have I seen these objects of devil worship - the black cockerel and black cat?

She did it for the food, not the devil. Tell him!

William remembers the trial where a woman said she had lain with a demon in the form of a black cat.

You don't have to draw on my past experiences to formulate your conclusions.

Not when faced with such irrefutable evidence.

A witch. A seduced monk. Satanic rites.

Tomorrow! Tomorrow we shall learn if these events are connected

with the graver mystery that afflicts your abbey.

Lock them up that we may sleep safely tonight.

You said...you said nothing.

I said nothing because there was nothing to be said.

You're ready enough to speak the truth when it comes to books and ideas.

She is already burnt, Adso. Gui has spoken. She is a witch.

That's not true and you know it.

I know.

I also know that anyone who disputes the verdict of an Inquisitor is a heretic.

You seem to know a lot about it.

Oh, yes.

Won't you tell me?

As a friend?

Well, there's not much to tell.

I too was an Inquisitor... but in the early days.

The Inquisition then strove to guide, not to punish.

Once I had to preside at the trial of a man

whose only crime was to have translated a Greek book that conflicted with the Scriptures.

Bernardo Gui wanted him condemned as a heretic.

I acquitted the man.

Then Bernardo Gui accused me of heresy for defending him.

I appealed to the Pope.

I was put in prison,

tortured...

..and I recanted.

What happened then?

The man was burnt at the stake.

And I'm still alive.

.

SCREAMS

Brother Salvatore.

These torments will cause me as much pain as you.

But you can put an end to them now. Open your heart and search into your soul.

-Search!

-I search, Signor.

I search!

Who among your brethren is the heretic responsible for these murders?

Non lo so, Magnifico.

No sabe. No sabe nada. No sabe.

Stupido! Stupido! Me know nothing!

A COCK CROWS

'Did I lie awake that night suffering for the girl, or for myself?

'With the dawn came the envoys of the Pope, our adversaries in the forthcoming debate.

'But it meant so little to me now.'

Your Eminence, venerable Brothers,

at last we meet for this long-awaited debate.

We have all journeyed great distances to end the dispute

which has impaired the unity of the Holy Church.

Good people throughout Christendom are directing their gaze at these venerable walls,

anxiously awaiting our answer to the vexed question -

did Christ or did he not own the clothes that he wore?

Beloved brethren of the Franciscan Order,

our Holy Father, the Pope, has authorised me to speak on his behalf.

The question is not whether Christ was poor, but whether the Church should be poor.

You Franciscans wish to see the clergy renounce its possessions,

surrender its riches and dissipate its treasures.

William, I've found the book.

-I've found the book in Greek at the dispensary.

-Don't touch it!

Return. Lock yourself in. I'll soon be there.

THE ENVOY: This would deprive the Church of resources to combat unbelievers,

and wage war on the infidel.

< Even the greatest monument...

Aaargh!

HE GIVES A BLESSING IN LATIN

Quick, Brother! Salvatore has confessed to his radical past. You have little time to escape.

Thank you.

How dare you call the Pope's brothel God's palace on Earth!

Answer that!

These murders are a sign.

THEY ALL ARGUE AND SHOUT

Ssh!

Categorically, Christ owned a purse.

THEY ALL SHOUT TOGETHER

Gentlemen, Brothers...!

CONFUSED SHOUTING

If you please!

A matter has occurred of the utmost gravity.

Let me go! I didn't kill him. I was at the granary taking the inventory. I have never killed anyone.

-I swear it!

-Then explain the purpose of your escape.

I had already ordered your arrest on other charges. I was correct.

Had someone else not looked in the wrong direction, several men of God might still be with us.

MUTTERS THE INSCRIPTION TO HIMSELF

"Choose vulgar persons.

"Take pleasure from their defects."

-Please, dear boy, I am trying to think.

-So am I.

Then try using your head instead of your heart.

-Are books more important than people to you?

-Did I say that?

-You never seem to care about anyone.

Couldn't you show a little pity?

Perhaps that is the style of my pity.

Pity won't save her from the fire.

I remind all present that they are bound by their vow of obedience.

And, on pain of excommunication, bound to aid the Inquisitor in his struggle against heresy.

To sit on this tribunal and share the burden of the verdict,

I will require the counsel of two fellow judges.

My Lord Abbot.

And...

..Brother William of Baskerville.

THEY GASP

Salvatore?

Salvatore!

Salvatore, will you repeat your confession of last night...

..that you and your accomplice were members of a heretical group?

Si, domine bellissime. Si, heretenae. Tutti! Tutti!

-Si! Si!

-Thank you.

-I am not homo literatus...

-Thank you.

I beg, Magnifiquissimo.

In nomine Patri, et Filii et Spiritus Sancti...

Enough!

Si!

Remigio, do you deny the confession of your accomplice?

No.

< I don't deny it.

I'm PROUD of it!

For the 12 years I lived here,

I did nothing but stuff my belly, shag my wick,

and squeeze the hungry peasants for tithes.

But now, you have given me the strength

to remember what I once believed in

with all my heart, and for that, I thank you.

-Do you remember wantonly looting the property of the Church?

-To return it to its proper owners!

And did you not slaughter bishops and priests?

Yes! And...

I'd butcher YOU if I had half the chance!

Holy Mary, Mother of God, hear my humble prayer.

I know that my sin was very great,

but I beg of you,

don't let her suffer for MY wrong-doing.

Blessed Mother, years ago you granted a miracle by saving my master.

Will you not do the same for this girl?

My master says that the simple folk always pay for all.

Please, Holy Mother, do not let it be so.

Guilty is that witch, who has seduced a monk

and has practised her diabolical ritual within this hallowed place!

Guilty as Salvatore...

..who confessed to his heretical past and was caught in flagrante delicto with a witch!

Guilty is Remigio di Varagine...

..who is unrepentant of his former heresies,

-and killed the herbalist, Severinus.

-That's a lie!

I never killed him or anyone else in this abbey!

I request you, Lord Abbot, to confirm my sentence.

My heart is filled with sorrow,

but I can find no reason to contest the just sentence of the Holy Inquisition.

-BERNARDO:

-And you, William of Baskerville?

Yes...he is guilty.

Guilty of having, in his youth, misinterpreted the message of the Gospels.

And he is guilty of having confused

the love of poverty with the blind destruction of wealth and property.

But, my Lord Abbot,

he is innocent of the crimes that have bathed your abbey in blood.

Brother Remigio cannot read Greek,

and this entire mystery hinges on the theft of a book, written in Greek and hidden in the library.

Since Brother William has disputed the verdict, we are obliged to extract a confession.

-Take him to the forge and show him the instruments!

-I'll confess anything you want!

But don't torture me!

-I can't bear it!

-Very well.

Why did you kill them?

Why?

I don't know why.

-Because the Devil inspired you?

-Yes, that's it.

I was inspired by the Devil! I am inspired by the DEVIL!

Lucifer! I summon you, Lords of Hell!

REMIGIO CONTINUES TO BABBLE AND SHOUT

The shepherd has done his duty.

The infected sheep must now be consigned to the purifying flames!

You may burn Brother Remigio, but you will not put a stop to the crimes!

Other monks will meet their deaths here, and they also will have blackened fingers and tongues!

Your Eminence, we Franciscans are as appalled as you by Brother William's outburst!

ENVOY: Again we have seen that your theories protect heretics and lead to murder.

The debate is concluded!

It seems Brother William has relapsed into the errors of which he was formerly purged.

Having sought yet again to shield a heretic from just punishment by the Inquisition,

he will accompany me to Avignon for confirmation of my sentence by His Holiness Pope John.

I'm right!

'If only I could find the book and prove that Bernardo was wrong.

'But the Antichrist was victorious again,

'and nothing seemed to be able to hinder him further.'

JORGE: When the pyres are lighted tonight, let the flames

purify each of us in his own heart.

Let us return to what was, and must be, the office of this abbey -

the preservation of knowledge!

"Preservation", I say...

not "search for"!

Because there is no progress in the history of knowledge,

merely a continuous and sublime recapitulation.

Let us now praise the Almighty that the bloody-eyed and cloven-hoofed Antichrist

has been purged from our sacred precincts,

and our monastery has returned to peace.

HE GASPS FOR BREATH It had the power of 1,000 scorpions! He told me...

Who told you? His fingers and tongue are black as pitch, just as Brother William foretold!

(Adso!)

It's Brother Malachia! Malachia? Dear God! Not Malachia!

Will it never end?

Malachia!

-William was right! He said... >

-Yes! He knew!

I, too, would have known had I been the murderer. Find William of Baskerville!

-But we can't open the mirror!

-Try pressing the first and seventh letters in "four".

-But "four" only has four letters!

-In Latin, Adso! "Quatuor"! Remember the inscription above the mirror.

-But we have to press above an idol.

-Not Latin "idolum", but the Greek "eidolon"!

It means "image" or "reflection"! OUR reflection.

-This way, Master!

-No, THIS way, Adso!

DOG BARKS AND HOWLS

DEEP BELL TOLLS

KEYS JANGLE

MONKS CHANT: # Kyrie

# Eleison

# Kyrie... #

HURRYING FOOTSTEPS

Here! "Q" and "R"!

Pray God we're not mistaken!

CLICK!

(Come.)

Good evening, Venerable Jorge.

I have been expecting you these several days past, William.

You must have flown to this chamber to reach it ahead of us.

You have discovered many things

since your arrival at this abbey,

but the short route through the labyrinth is not among them.

So, now. What is it that you want?

I want to see the book in Greek that you said was never written -

a book entirely devoted to comedy, which you hate as much as you hate laughter.

I want to see what is probably the sole surviving copy

of the second book of the Poetics of Aristotle.

Ah, William, what a magnificent librarian you would have been!

Here is your well-earned reward.

Read it. Leaf through its secrets.

You have won.

# ..Kyrie

# Eleison... # MAN SHOUTS AN ORDER

-# ..Christe... #

-Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison.

# ..Eleison... #

"..We shall now discuss the way comedy stimulates our delight in the ridiculous

"by using vulgar persons and taking pleasure from their defects."

Carry on, William! Read it!

-Master, please! We must hurry!

-Is the light too dim for you?

I'm sure the boy can read it.

I would not want my faithful pupil to turn your poisoned pages.

Not without the protection of a glove.

The door! Quick! Before he shuts us in!

(Stay! Stay!)

Shh!

RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

# ..Christe

# Eleison... #

CHAINS JINGLE

# ..Christe... #

-HIS VOICE ECHOES:

-Venerable Brother! Many books speak of comedy.

Why does this one fill you with such fear?

-Because it is by Aristotle! >

-Adso! This way!

# ..Kyrie

# Eleison. #

MONKS FALL SILENT

Do you, Salvatore, renounce the Devil and embrace Jesus Christ

-as your Lord and Saviour?

-# Ninna nanna a sette e venti

# Il bambino si addormenti... #

SALVATORE CONTINUES TO SING

-Do you, Remigio di Varagine, renounce the Devil and embrace...?

-What for?

It is better to die fast than to be in prison the rest of your life!

The devil I renounce is YOU, Bernardo Gui!

Do you renounce the Devil and embrace Jesus Christ?

But what is so alarming about laughter?

ECHOING: Laughter kills fear. Without fear, there can be no faith.

Because without fear of the Devil, there is no more need of God!

But you will not eliminate laughter by eliminating that book.

No, to be sure!

Laughter will remain the common man's recreation.

But what will happen if, because of this book,

learned men were to pronounce it permissible to laugh at everything?

Can we laugh at God?

The world would relapse into chaos!

Therefore, I seal that which was not to be said

in the tomb I become.

He was there, behind the arch!

# ..I panieri non son le sporte

# E la vita non e la morte... #

..In coelis Deo...

SALVATORE: # ..Ninna nanna nanna ieri

# E le sporte non son panieri

# I panieri non son le sporte

# E la vita non e la morte. #

MAN CONTINUES TO PRAY IN LATIN

BELLOWS HISS

FIRE ROARS

JORGE CRIES OUT

SALVA ME!

MAN SHOUTS IN ALARM

EVERYONE SHOUTS

SALVATORE GASPS IN PAIN

HE SCREAMS

Remigio!

REMIGIO: Courage, Brother! Remember Dolcino!

-WILLIAM COUGHS

-Adso! Adso!

-Adso!

-Master!

Go on! I insist!

Leave this place at once! I insist!

Please, God, save him!

SWORD SHRINGS FROM SCABBARD Get back!

-Burn the witch!

-THREATENING MUTTERS

MUTTERING INCREASES

Do you dare threaten the Church?

Hah!

EXPLOSION

No! You're not going to leave!

All of this is your doing! My master found the true murderer!

Help me!

No! No!

RATS SQUEAL

Mas... Master!

Adso!

'I have never regretted my decision,

'for I learned from my master much that was wise and good and true.

'When at last we parted company, he gave me his eyeglasses.

'I was still young, he said, but someday they would serve me well.

'In fact, I am wearing them now as I write these lines.

'Then he embraced me fondly, like a father, and sent me on my way.

'I never saw him again, and know not what became of him.

'But I pray always that God received his soul,

'and forgave the many little vanities to which he was driven by his intellectual pride.

'And yet, now that I am an old, old man,

'I must confess that, of all the faces that appear to me out of the past,

'the one I see most clearly is that of the girl,

'of whom I've never ceased to dream these many long years.

'She was the only earthly love of my life,

'yet I never knew, nor ever learned...

'her name.'

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