Master.
Who is Bernardo Gui?
William! l've been searching the entire abbey for you.
Michele wishes to speak with you at once.
Alone.
-Do you know who is coming here? -l know, l know. Bernardo Gui.
Ubertino must be moved to a safe place.
The arrangements have been made. lt is you that concerns us, William.
You must now put aside these totally irrelevant investigations.
-And erroneous conclusions. -lt is the truth, and l am right.
William is right. William is always right!
No matter what the consequences, to himself or anyone else...
...William of Baskerville must always prove himself right.
Was it not your vanity, your stubborn intellectual pride...
...that brought you into conflict with Bernardo before?
Do not tempt fate twice, William.
Even the emperor won't be able to save you if you tangle with Bernardo again.
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.
Farewell, William.
You are mad and arrogant...
...but l 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.
Weep over the wounds of our Lord!
And do throw away those books!
There is a side of Ubertino that l truly envy.
Remember, fear the last trumpet, my friends.
The next will fall from the sky, and then will come 1 000 scorpions.
Yes, yes. We won't forget.
Which one frightens you most?
-They all do. -No. Look closely.
-That one. -My choice exactly.
Well....
After you.
Those are the foundations of the tower.
But how we reach the library--
The rats love parchment even more than scholars do.
Let's follow him.
1 66. Bolted scriptorium door. 1 67, 1 68, 1 69, 1 70.
31 7, 31 8....
l knew it!
Adso! l knew it!
Adso, do you realize...
...we're in one of the greatest libraries in the whole of Christendom?
How will we find the book we're looking for?
ln time.
The Beatus of Liebana.
That, Adso, is a masterpiece.
And this is the version annotated by Umberto de Bologna.
How many more rooms, huh? How many more books?
No one should be forbidden to consult these books freely.
Perhaps they are thought to be too precious, too fragile.
No. lt's not that, Adso.
lt's because they often contain a wisdom different from ours...
...and ideas that could encourage us to doubt...
...the infallibility of the word of God.
Master?
And doubt, Adso, is the enemy of faith.
Master?
Master!
Wait for me!
But l am waiting for you.
But l can hear you walking.
l'm not walking, Adso. l'm down here.
ls that you up there?
Where are you, boy?
l'm lost!
Well, Adso...
...it would appear that we're in a labyrinth.
Are you still there?
Yes.
How will 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...
...but is transformed into it when it becomes obsessive.
The Muslim theologian Ahmed Hasim states...
...that the lovesick person does not want to be healed...
...and his dreams cause irregular breathing and quicken the pulse.
He identifies amorous melancholia with lycanthropy...
...a disease that induces wolflike behavior in its victims.
The lover's outward appearance begins to change.
Soon his eyesight fails, his lips shrivel...
...his face becomes covered with pustules and scabs.
Marks resembling the bites of a dog appear on his face...
...and he ends his days by prowling graveyards...
...at night...
...like a wolf.''
Master, l can see a lantern.
Don't move. Stay where you are.
l can see a man. He stopped.
What is he doing?
He's raising his lantern.
How many times?
Three times.
lt is l. Raise your lantern.
Look! There!
You foolish boy.
lt's only a mirror.
Master!
-The books, boy! Save the books! -l'm trying to save you!
A trap door and a mirror. We must be almost there.
lf l have deciphered the instructions of the Greek translator correctly....
You did not think me so foolish...
...as to surrender our parchment to the abbot without making a copy?
''Manus supra idolum, age 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 is what we're here to find out.
And the first and the seventh of four what?
lf l had the answers to everything, l'd be teaching theology in Paris.
And again.
Do you hear that?
-lt's my teeth, master. -What?
My teeth.
Don't be afraid.
l'm not afraid. l'm cold.
Well, we shall return.
Don't leave on my account.
No, no, no. l must confess, it eludes me for the moment.
Now, let me see....
To find your way out of the labyrinth...
...when you come to a fork, you mark it with an arrow-- No, no, no. No.
Master?
Please, dear boy. l'm thinking.
-lf there are arrows at the forks-- -Master!
Well done, boy!
Your classical education serves us well.
Thank you.
Lucifer, be at my service.
Lord Bernardo, look what we found!
Search the creature.
My lord abbot, you invited me to investigate the presence...
...of the evil one in your abbey--
And l have already found it.
How many times have l seen these objects of devil worship:
The black cockerel and the black cat?
But she did it for the food, not the devil.
William of Baskerville must surely recall the trial he presided over...
...in which a woman confessed to having intercourse with a demon...
...in the form of a black cat.
l'm very sure that you don't have to draw on my past experiences...
...to formulate your conclusions, Lord Bernardo.
No, indeed. Not when faced with such irrefutable evidence.
A witch! A seduced monk! Satanic rites!
Tomorrow...
...we endeavor to learn if these events are connected...
...with the even graver mystery that afflicts your abbey.
Lock them up that we may all sleep safely tonight.
You said.... You said nothing.
l 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 flesh, Adso.
Bernardo Gui has spoken. She is a witch.
But that's not true, and you know it.
l know.
l also know that anyone who disputes the verdict of an inquisitor...
...is guilty of heresy.
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.
l too was an inquisitor...
...but in the early days, when the lnquisition strove to guide...
...not to punish.
And once l had to preside at the trial of a man...
...whose only crime was to have translated a Greek book...
...that conflicted with the holy scriptures.
Bernardo Gui wanted him condemned as a heretic.
l acquitted the man.
Then Bernardo Gui accused me of heresy for having defended him.
l appealed to the pope.
l was put in prison...
...tortured...
...and l recanted.
What happened then?
The man was burned at the stake.
And l am still alive.
Brother Salvatore...
...these torments will cause me as much pain as you.
But you can put an end to them before we even begin.
Open the gates of your heart. Search the depths of your soul.
Search.
l search!
l search. l search.
Then tell me...
...who, among your brethren...
...is the heretic responsible for these murders?
Me don't know nothing.
Did I lie awake that night suffering for the girl or for myself?
I did not know.
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 in order to put an end to the dispute...
...that has so gravely impaired the unity of our Holy Mother 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 authorized me and these, his faithful servants...
...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...
...and surrender its riches...
...the abbeys dissipate their sacred treasures...
...and hand over their fertile acres to the serfs....
l found the book.
l found it in the dispensary.
A book in Greek was hidden behind one of my jars.
Don't touch it.
Return. Lock yourself inside.
l'll be there just as soon as l can.
Thereby depriving the church of the resources needed...
...to combat unbelievers and wage war on the infidel.
You forget that even the greatest monument to our Lord...
...is but a pale reflection of his infinite majesty and glory...
...far outstripping the church....
Quick, Father, quick.
Salvatore has confessed to his radical past, and yours.
You have but little time to escape the flames.
Thank you, brother.
Come with us!
You call the pope's province ''God's palace on earth''?
Answer that!
These murders are a sign that reconciliation--
The gospels state categorically that Christ possessed a purse.
That is a lie! You know it!
The Lord commanded his disciples on no less than seven occasions:
-''Carry neither gold--'' -Venerable brothers!
Brethren, if you please!
A matter has occurred of the utmost gravity.
Let me go! l swear, l didn't kill him!
l was at the granary taking the inventory!
l never killed anyone! l swear it!
Then explain to us the purpose of your escape.
l was....
l had already ordered your arrest on other charges.
l see now that l was correct.
Had someone else not chosen to look in the wrong direction...
...several men of God might still be with us.
''To use vulgar persons.
Take pleasure from their defects.''
Please, dear boy. l am trying to think!
So am l, master. So am l!
Then try using your head instead of your heart...
...and we might make some progress.
A book's more important than people to you?
Did l say that they were?
You never seem to care about anyone.
Couldn't you at least show a little pity?
Perhaps that is the style of my pity.
But pity won't save her from the fire.
l remind all present that they are bound by their vow of obedience...
...and on pain of excommunication...
...to aid the inquisitor in his painful struggle against heresy.
To sit with me on this tribunal...
...and to share the burden of the verdict...
...l will require the counsel of two fellow judges.
My lord abbot...
...and...
...Brother William of Baskerville.
Salvatore.
Salvatore...
...will you repeat your confession of last night?
That you and your accomplice, Remigio de Varagine...
...were members of the heretical Dolcinites?
Thank you.
-You forgive me. -Enough!
Remigio de Varagine, do you deny the confession of your accomplice?
No.
l don't deny it.
l'm proud of it!
For the 1 2 years l lived here...
...l 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 l once believed in with all my heart...
...and for that, l thank you.
To remember that you wantonly looted and burned the property of the church?
Yes! To give it back to the people you stole it from in the first place.
And did you not also slaughter many bishops and priests?
Yes!
And l'd butcher you people if l had half the chance!
Holy Mary, Mother of God, hear my humble prayer.
l know that my sin was very great...
...but l beg of you...
...do not let her suffer for my wrongdoing.
Blessed Mother...
...many 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.
But please, Holy Mother, do not let it be so.
Guilty is that witch...
...who has seduced a monk...
...and has practiced her diabolical ritual within this hallowed place.
Guilty is Salvatore...
...who has confessed to his heretical past...
...and was caught in flagrante delicto with a witch!
Guilty is Remigio de Varagine...
...who, in addition to being unrepentant of his heresies...
...was caught attempting to escape after murdering Severinus.
That's a lie!
l never killed the herbalist or anyone else in this abbey!
l therefore request you...
...to confirm my sentence, my lord abbot.
My heart is filled with sorrow...
...but l can find no reason to contest...
...the just sentence of the Holy lnquisition.
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.
For Brother Remigio cannot read Greek.
And this entire mystery...
...hinges on the theft and possession of a book written in Greek...
...and hidden in some secret part of the library.
Since the verdict of the lnquisition has been disputed...
...we are obliged to extract the prisoner's confession to murder.
Take him to the forge and show him the instruments.
l'll confess anything you want...
...but don't torture me.
l can't live through it, not like Salvatore.
Very well.
Why did you kill them?
Why?
l don't know why.
-Because you were inspired by the devil? -Yes.
That's it. l was inspired by the devil.
l am inspired by the devil!
Adrammelech, Lucifer, l summon you, lords of hell!
Alastor!
Azazel!
The shepherd has done his duty...
...and the infected sheep must now be consigned to the purifying flame.
You may burn Brother Remigio...
...but you will not stop the crimes being committed in this abbey.
Other monks will meet their deaths here...
...and they also will have blackened fingers...
...and blackened tongues!
Your Eminence, l beg of you.
We Franciscans are appalled by Brother William's outburst.
Again, we have seen that your theories protect heretics and lead to murder.
-The debate is concluded. -No.
lt seems Brother William of Baskerville has relapsed...
...into the errors of which he was formerly purged.
Having sought yet again to shield a heretic...
...from just punishment by the lnquisition...
...he will accompany me to Avignon for confirmation of my sentence...
...by His Holiness Pope John.
l'm right.
If only I could find the book and prove that Bernardo Gui was wrong.
But the Antichrist was victorious once more...
...and nothing seemed to be able to hinder him further.
When the pyres are lighted tonight...
...let the flames purify each of us in his own heart.
Let us return to what was and ever should be the office of this abbey.
The preservation of knowledge.
''Preservation,'' l 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.
lt had the power of 1 000 scorpions! He told me.
Who told you? His tongue is black!
His fingers as black as pitch...
-...just as Brother William foretold. -Adso!
-lt's Brother Malachia. -Malachia?
-Yes, Father, yes. -Dear God.
Not Malachia!
Will it never end?
Malachia.
Bernardo, William of Baskerville was right.
-He said that-- -Yes! He knew.
Just as l, too, would have known, had l been the murderer.
Find William of Baskerville.
We still can't open the mirror!
Perhaps by pressing the first and seventh letters of ''four.''
-''Four'' only has four letters! -ln Latin, Adso.
Quatuor, remember? The inscription above the mirror?
But we have to press above an idol.
Not ''idolum, '' as in the Latin, but ''eidolon,'' as in the Greek.
Meaning ''image'' or ''reflection.'' Our reflection.
-This way, master. -No, this way, Adso.
Here, Q. Q and R.
Pray God we're not mistaken.
Come.
Good evening, Venerable Jorge.
l have been expecting you these several days past, William.
You must have flown to this chamber to have reached 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?
l 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.
l want to see what is probably the sole surviving copy...
...of the second book of the Poetics of Aristotle.
William, what a magnificent librarian you would have been.
Here is your well-earned reward.
Read it.
Leaf through its secrets.
You have won.
Close, now!
''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, read it!
Master, please, we must hurry.
lf the light is too dim for you...
...give it to the boy. l'm sure he can read it.
l would not want my faithful pupil to turn your poisoned pages.
Not without the protection of a glove, such as l am wearing.
The door, quick! Before he shuts us in!
Push!
Stay, stay!
Venerable brother, there are many books that speak of comedy.
Why does this one fill you with such fear?
-Because it is by Aristotle. -Adso, this way.
Do you, Salvatore, renounce the devil and embrace Jesus Christ...
...as your lord and savior?
Do you, Remigio de Varagine, renounce the devil...
-...and embrace Jesus Christ--? -What for?
lt's better to die fast than to spend the rest of your life in a prison!
The devil l renounce is you, Bernardo Gui!
Do you renounce the devil and embrace Jesus Christ as your lord and savior?
But what is so alarming about laughter?
Laughter kills fear.
And 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, l seal that which was not to be said...
...and the tomb l become.
That's him! He was there, behind the arch!
Adso!
-Master! -Go on! l insist!
Leave this place at once! l insist!
Please, God, save him.
Hold them back.
Burn the witch!
You dare raise your hands to the church?
Come!
No! You're not going to leave!
All of this is your doing!
My master found the true murderer!
Help me. Quick!
Help me!
Help me! No!
No, no!
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 presented me with his eyeglasses.
I was still young, he said, but someday they would serve me well.
And, in fact, I am wearing them now on my nose 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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