"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..." "I 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 the dark north of Italy." "An abbey whose name it seems even now, pious and prudent to omit." "May my hand not tremble now that I start... to relive the past and revive the feelings of uneasiness... that oppressed my heart as we entered the battlements." "Should we tell him?" "No." "He will look in the wrong places." "But... what if he learns it of his own account?" "You overestimate his talents my Lord Abbot." "There's only one authority capable of investigating such matters." "The holy Inquisition." "What is your opinion, venerable Jorge?" "Dear brethern," "I leave such worldly matters to younger men." "Adso?" " Yes, master." " To command nature... one must first learn to obey it." "Hmm?" "So, return to the court, turn the building on your left... enter the court on you right." "You'll find the place you're in need of... behind the third arch." "But you told me you'd never been to this abbey before." "When we arrived, I saw a brother making for this spot in some haste." "I noticed that he emerged more slowly, with an air of contentment." "Thank you, master." "On behalf of the Benedictin Order.." "I am honored 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 must be very tired after your long journey." "No." "Not particularly." "You're not in need of anything?" "No, thank you." "Well... then I..." "I bid you peace." "I'm sorry to see that one of your brethern... has recently been gathered unto God." "Yes, a terrible loss." "Brother Adelmo was one of our finest illuminates." " Not, Adelmo of Otranto?" " You knew him?" "No, but I knew and admired his work." "His humor and comic images were almost infamous." "But he was said to be very young." "Ah, yes!" "Very young indeed." "An accident, no doubt." "Yes, as you say, an accident." "Well... that is I..." "Brother William... may I speak to you candidly?" "You seem anxious to do so." "When I heard you were coming to our abbey..." "I thought it was an answer to my prayers." "I said: "Here's a man who has the knowledge both of the human spirit... and of the wiles of the evil one."" "Brother Adelmo's death has caused much... spiritual unease upon my flock." "This is my novice, Adso." "The youngest son of the Baron de Melk." "Please, do continue." "We found the body after a hail storm... horribly mutilated... bashed against a rock at the foot of the tower... under a window which was..." "How should I say this?" " which was..." " which was found closed." " Somebody told you?" " Had it been found open... you would not have spoken of spiritual unease, you would have concluded that he'd fallen." "Brother William... the window cannot be opened... nor was the glass shattered." "Nor is there any access to the roof above." "I see." "Because you cannot find a natural explanation... your monks suspect the presence of a supernatural force." "That's why I need the counsel of an acute man such as you." "Acute in uncovering and prudent, if necessary... in covering up before the papal delegates arrive." "Surely you know I no longer deal in such matters." "I'm reluctant to burden you with my dilemma, but... unless I can put the mind of my flock at rest..." "I will have no alternative but to summon the Inquisition." "That is Ubertino de Casale... one of the great spiritual leaders of our Order." "Come." "Many revere him as a living saint... but others would have him burnt as a heretic." "His book on the poverty of the clergy... is not favorite reading in the papal palaces." "So, now he lives in hiding, like an outlaw." "Fellow Franciscans... you must leave this place at once." "The devil is roaming this abbey!" "Ubertino, it's William." "William of Baskerville." "William is dead." "William... my son... forgive me." "We lost trace of you for so long!" "I tried hard to be forgotten." "When we heard of your troubles..." "I prayed to our Virgin for a miracle." "Your prayers met with a favorable response." "This is my young novice, Adso of Melk." "His father has entrusted me his education and welfare." "Get him out of here at once!" "Have you not heard 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." "But, let us not frighten our young friend." "She's beautiful, isn't she?" "When a female, by nature so pervert... becomes sublimed by holiness... then she can be the noblest vehicle of grace." " I don't like this place." " Really?" "I find it most stimulating." "Come." "We must not allow ourselves to be influenced... by irrational rumors of the antichrist." "Let's instead exercise our brains... and try to solve this tantalising conundrum." "My master trusted Aristotle, the Greek philosophers... and the faculties of his own remarkable, logical intelligence." "Unhappily, my fears were not... mere phantoms of my youthful imagination." "A rather dark end for such a brilliant illuminator." "Another generous donation by the Church to the poor." "What if it wasn't that tower that he fell from... but somewhere over there and the body rolled all the way down here?" "No devil needed anymore." "Yes, more blood here." "That's where he fell from." "He jumped." " Are you paying attention?" " Yes, he jumped." "Jumped?" "You mean that he committed suicide?" "Why else would someone go up there at night in the middle of a hailstorm?" "Certainly not to admire the landscape." "Perhaps someone murdered him." "And then toiled all the way up there with the body?" "Much easier to get rid of it through that 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 the presence of an evil spirit among us... either of this world or another." "We praise our Lord that the debate... that we are so greatly honored to host... may now proceed without a shadow of fear." "We also praise the Almighty for sending us brother William of Baskerville... whose experience and previous duties... although onerous to him, has been of such service to us here." "May serenity and spiritual peace... reign once more in our hearts." "Master, 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." "I just..." "Yes, master." "A calamity!" "It was a calamity!" "Father!" "A tragedy in the pigpen!" "Come!" "Come quickly!" "This one, I grant you, did not commit suicide." "Water!" "Venantius, the Greek translator!" "I'm to blame." "Had I not been so eager to believe your convenient explanation... this second tragedy might've been prevented." "I'm convinced brother Adelmo took his own life." "Whether this death is connected with it, I intend to find." ""After the hail storm, with the second trumpet..."" ""the sea became blood."" " And behold... here is blood!" " The prophecy of the Apocalypse." ""With the third trumpet, a burning star..."" ""will fall in fountains of water'" "The devil is here!" "Grated stem of adderwort for treating diarrhea." "As for onions, administered in small quantities... warm and moist, they help to prolong the male erection." "In those who haven't taken our vows, naturally." "Do you find many circumstances in which you apply... arsenic, brother Severinus?" "Yes, indeed." "It is a most effective remedy for nervous disorders." "If taken as a compound, in small doses." "And what of not so small doses?" "Death." "What was this monk's function here?" "He was our finest translator of Greek." "Entirely devoted to the works of Aristotle." "Was he on friendly terms with the handsome young Adelmo?" "Yes." "They worked together in the scriptorium." "But in a brotherly way, you understand?" "Not like..." "I mean, flesh can be tempted according to nature... or against nature." "And they were not of the latter disposition." "If you ascertain my meaning." "Penitenziagite!" "Watch out for Satan, who comes to know your soul." "Death is supreme." "You contemplate the apocalypse?" "There, we have the devil." "Ugly like Salvatore." "My little brother, penitenziagite." ""Penitenziagite"?" "I didn't say that." "You said "penitenziagite"." "I heard you." "Noble brother, "magnifico"!" "I don't have a good rhetoric." "But men must do "penitence"." "I'm a monk." "Saint Benedict!" "Saint Benedict!" "Salvatore, come here." "Master, what language was he speaking?" "All languages and none." "And what was the word you both kept mentioning?" ""Penitenziagite"?" " What does it mean?" " That the hunchback, undoubtedly... was once a heretic." ""Penitenziagite" was the rallying cry of Dolcinites." "Dolcinites?" "Who were they?" "Those who believed in the poverty of Christ." "So do we, Franciscans." "But they also declared that everyone must be poor." "So they slaughtered the rich." "You see, Adso... the step between ecstatic vision and sinful frenzy... is all too brief." "So, could he not have killed the translator?" "No." "Fat bishops and wealthy priests... were more to the taste of the Dolcinites... not a specialist of Aristotle." "But yes, you're right." "We must keep an open mind." "We're very fortunate to have such snowy ground here." "It is often the parchment on which the criminal, unwillingly... writes his autograph." "Now, what do you read from these footprints here?" "They're twice as deep as the others, Master." "Good!" "And thus we may conclude..." "That the man was very heavy." "Precisely!" "And why was he very heavy?" "Because... he was very fat?" "Or because he was carrying another man." "Let us commit the autograph of this sole to our memory." "But the footprints lead away from the jar, in this direction." "Adso, you're discounting the possibility... that the man was walking backwards, dragging the body thus... hence the furrows created by the heels." "Now, where did the erudite Greek translator... meet the anonymous author of his death?" "Brother librarian... perhaps you'll permit us to examine the work of the two unfortunates... that were so distressingly guided off to God." " Your request is most unusual." " As are the circumstances of their deaths." " Brother Adelmo sat there." " Thank you." "A donkey teaching the Scriptures to the bishops." "The pope as a fox." "And the abbot as a monkey." "He really had a daring talent for comic images." "I trust my words didn't offend you brother William... but I heard the persons laughing at laughable things." "You, Franciscans, however, belong to an Order... where merriment is viewed with indulgence." "Yes, it's true." "Saint Francis was much disposed to laughter." "Laughter is a devillish wind which deforms the lineaments of the face... and makes men look like monkeys." "Monkeys do not laugh." "Laughter is particular to man." "As a sin." "Christ never laughed." "Can we be so sure?" "There is nothing in the Scriptures to say that He did." "And there's nothing there to say that He did not." "Even the saints have been known to employ comedy... to ridicule the enemies of the faith." "For example, when the pagans plunged Saint Maurus... into the boiling water, he complained... that his bath was cold." "The Sultan put his hand in..." " and scalded himself." " A saint... immersed in boiling water does not play childish tricks." "He restrains his cries and suffers for the truth." "And yet, Aristotle devoted his second book of poetics to comedy... as an instrument of truth." "You have read this work?" "No, of course not." "It's been lost for many centuries." "No, it is not!" "It was never written!" "Because Providence doesn't want futile things glorified." " Oh, that I must contest..." " Enough!" "This abbey is overshadowed by grief." "Yet you would... 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 visit?" " That we're not meant to laugh in there." "But you noticed how few books there were on the scryptorium shelves?" "All those scriveners, copyists, translators, researchers... thinkers..." "Where are the books needed for their work?" "And for which this abbey is famed." "Where are the books?" " Are you testing me, master?" " What do you mean?" "With all due respect... 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 that tower contains something other than air." "Did you notice that little door the librarian closed as we came in?" "Would that lead to the library?" "Master!" "Quick!" "I have him!" " Stop!" "Enough." " He tried to kill us." "Salvatore!" "Please, don't talk to the abbot about his past." "He's innocent of the deaths in this abbey." "I swear it." "Brother Remigio, my price is some information." "I could not comprehend why my master so quickly dismissed... my suspicions of the heretical hunchback... and why it was so urgent that we visit the tower." "I assumed he could not resist the temptation... to penetrate the library and look at the books." "No lock." "Just as I thought, it must be bolted from inside." "How do we get in?" "Obviously, there must be another entrance." "Let's see what the moon-faced assistant librarian... was trying to conceal this morning." "Tiny Greek letters." "Perhaps written by an ant with inky feet." "Written with lemon juice." "Sagittarius..." "Sun..." "Mercury..." "Scorpion." "It's a zodiacal code giving directions." "But to where?" "Who's there?" "Who's there?" " My magnifying glasses!" " They were on that book." "You go that way." "Come on out, you little bitch!" "I know you're here." "I can smell you." "What is the matter with you?" "Are you afraid of me?" "I'll find you." "Who was she?" "Who was this creature that rose like the dawn... was bewitching as the moon, radiant as the sun, terrible as an army poised for battle?" "Good evening, Salvatore." "This is where you catch them?" "Here they're "piu grassi", bigger." "Do you eat them?" " Do you like?" " Thank you, no." ""Ich bin" good catholic." "As you're a good Christian, you must tell me." "So Adelmo gave the parchment to Berengar?" "No." "To the translo..." "the transla..." " Translator!" "Venantius, the black monk." " Yes, yes." " And what happened then?" " Then..." "Master!" "Here, quick!" "I found another one." "Where are your wits, boy?" "Have you ever met anyone with a rib cage large enough to accommodate... a heart of those dimensions?" "'Tis the heart of an ox." "One of the monks probably gave it to that peasant girl... in exchange for her favors." "A girl?" "What?" "The one I saw scuttling out of here." " He must have been a very ugly monk." " Why ugly?" "If he'd been young and beautiful, she'd have blessed him... with her carnal favors for nothing." "Whatever happened in this dreadful kitchen... has no bearing on our investigations." "The hunchback has convinced me that brother Berengar... the assistant librarian, is the key to the whole enigma." " What did you say?" " Nothing, master." "Good." "Master?" "There's something I must tell you." "I know." "Then, will you hear my confession?" "I'd rather you told me first as a friend." "Master..." "Have you ever been... in love?" "In love?" " Many times." " You were?" "Of course." "Aristotle, Ovid, Virgil..." " No." "I meant with a..." " Oh." "Ah." "Are you not confusing love with lust?" "Am I?" "I don't know." "I want her own good." "I want her to be happy." "I want to save her from her poverty." "Oh, dear!" " Why "oh, dear"?" " You are in love." "Is that bad?" "For a monk it does present certain problems." "But doesn't St Thomas Aquinas praise love above all other virtues?" "Yes, the love of God, Adso." "The love of God!" "And the love of... woman?" "Of woman, Thomas Aquinas knew precious little." "But the Scriptures are very clear." "Proverbs warns us:" "Woman takes possession of a man's precious soul." "While Ecclesiastics tells us:" ""More bitter than death is woman."" "Yes, but what do you think, master?" "Of course, 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." "Hm?" "How peaceful life would be without love, Adso." "How safe... how tranquil... and how dull." "How beautiful!" "God, 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, oh Lord." " Amen." "Amen." "Brother Berengar?" "He's probably hiding somewhere... with the book and my magnifying glasses." "Brother Berengar?" "Master, look!" "The door!" "Brother Malachia!" "I was just looking for your assistant, brother Berengar." "Is he here?" "No." "I see." "Do you know where we might find him?" "No." "Or is he perhaps upstairs, in the library?" "No." "I'm curious to see the library for myself." "May I do so?" "No." "Why not?" "It is strict rule of the abbot." "That no one is permitted to enter the abbey library... other than myself and my assistant." "I see." "Thank you again." "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." "You count this a chicken for you?" "It looks more like a sparrow." "Franciscans." "Welcome to our abbey, brother Michele." "And your fellow Franciscan delegates." "Get in the line like the others!" "Salvatore, let him go!" "This is Cuthbert of Winchester... one of our most esteemed Franciscan guests." "Come, your grace." "We have a very urgent matter to discuss." "But the abbot and his colleagues seem convinced... that the devil is at work within these walls." "He is!" "The only evidence I see of the devil... is everyone's desire to see him at work." "What if Ubertino is right and you are wrong?" "Don't forget, William, this debate is crucial to us all." "We suspect the Pope wants to crush our Order." " And declare us heretics." " Yes, and declare us heretics." "I only have one brother to question and the matter is resolved." "William, we place our trust in you." "Pray God that you do not abuse it." "Brother William." " Did you find a book in Greek?" " Huh?" "I was right." "So was the book of Revelation." " We must talk at once." " Indeed, we must." "And I have much to tell." "Just as soon as he and I have examined this corpse." "Lime leaves in the bath are used to alleviate pain." "He was left-handed?" "Yes." "Brother Berengar was inverted in many ways." "Are there other left-handed brothers at the abbey?" "None that I know of." "Ink stains." "He did not write with his tongue, I presume." " A few lines of Greek." " Yes, written by Venantius." "Notes from the book he was reading... just before he died." "You see how the calligraphy changes?" "From this point on, he was dying." "And what can we conclude from that?" "A spot of blue paint." "Yes, but a unique smudge of blue... blended by your finest illuminator, brother Adelmo... who possessed this parchment before Venantius." "How do we know that?" "Because those notes overrun..." "Adelmo's blue smudge, and 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 upon it." "Adso, the light." "Someone was at great pains to conceal a secret... of the first magnitude." "The calligraphy is, without question, left-handed." "The only left-handed member of your community is... or rather was... brother Berengar, the assistant librarian." "Now what kind of secret knowledge would he have been privy to?" " I feel you're about to tell me." " Books." "Restricted books." "Spiritually dangerous books." "Everyone here knew of the assistant's passion... for handsome boys." "When the beautiful Adelmo... wanted to read such a forbidden book..." "Berengar offered him the key to its whereabouts... enciphered on that parchment... in exchange for unnatural caresses." "Enough, brother William!" "Adelmo submitted to Berengar's lustful advances." "But afterwards, wracked by remorse, he wandered desperate... in the graveyard, where he met the Greek translator." " How could you know this?" " There was a witness." "The hunchback." "Who saw Adelmo giving this parchment to Venantius... and running towards the small tower... and hurling himself out of the window." "The night of my arrival, while Berengar punished his sinful flesh..." "Venantius, following the instructions on the parchment... entered the forbidden library and found the book." "He took it back to his desk and began to read it." "After scribbling down those mysterious quotations... he died with a black stain on his finger." "The assistant discovered the body... and dragged it down to the pigpen to avert suspicion falling on him." "But he left his autograph behind." "The book remained on the translator's desk." "Berengar returned there last night and read it." "Soon after, overcome by some agonizing pain... he tried to take a soothing bath with lime leaves... and drowned." "He too had a blackened finger." "All three died because of a book which kills... or for which men will kill." "I therefore urge you to grant me access to the library." "Brother William, your pride blinds you." "By idolizing reason... you failed to see what is obvious to everyone in this abbey." "The papal delegation's arrived." "Bernardo Gui." "Thank you, brother William." "We are mindful of your efforts... but I should now ask you... to refrain from further investigations." "Happily, there will be someone arriving with the papal delegation... who is well-versed in 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?" "I've been searching the entire abbey for you!" "Michele wishes to speak with you at once." "Alone." " Do you know who is coming?" " I know." "Bernardo Gui." "Ubertino must be moved to a place of safety." "The arrangements have been made." "It is you that concerns us." "You must now put aside these totally irrelevant investigations." "And erroneous conclusions." "It is the truth." "I'm right." "William is right, he's 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." "Not even the Emperor will be able to save you if you tangle with Bernardo." "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 squatter..." "I praised God in my heart that I was a Franciscan." "I wanted her to know that I didn not belong to... this rapacious abbey but to an order dedicated to lifting... her people out of their physical destitution," "and spiritual depravation." "Farewell William." "You're mad and arrogant." "But I love you and I'll 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." "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 next will fall from the sky." "And then will come a thousand..." " scorpions." " Yes, we won't forget." "Which one frightens you most?" "They all do." "Look closely." " That one." " My choice exactly." "After you." "Those are the foundations of the tower." "But how to reach the library?" "The rats love parchment even more than scholars do." "Let's follow him." "166, bolted victorian door, 167... 168, 169, 170..." "I knew it." "Adso!" "I knew it!" "Adso, do you realize... we're in one of the greatest libraries in the whole of Christendom?" " How are we going to find the book?" " In time." ""The Beatus of Liebana"." "That, Adso, is a masterpiece." "And this is the version annotated by Umberto de Bologna!" "How many more rooms?" "How many more books?" "No one should be forbidden to consult these books." "Perhaps they're thought to be too precious, too fragile." "No, it's not that, Adso." "It's because they often contain a wisdom that's 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?" "Master?" "Wait for me!" "But I am waiting for you." "But I can hear you walking." "I'm not walking." "I'm down here." "Is that you up there?" "Where are you?" "I'm lost!" "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 it 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 thoughts."" ""It was the theologian Ibn Hazim who stated the love sick person..."" ""does not want to be healed and his amorous day dreams..."" ""cause irregular breathing and quicken the pulse."" ""He identifies amorous melancholy with lycanthropy..."" ""the disease that induces wolf-like behavior in humans."" ""The lover's outer appearance..."" ""begins to change."" ""Soon his eyesight fails, his lips drivel..."" ""and his face becomes covered with pustules."" ""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?" "I can see a lantern." "Don't move." "Stay where you are." "I see a man." "He's stopped." "What is he doing?" "He's raising his lantern." "How many times?" "Three times." "It's I. Raise your lantern." "Look!" "You foolish boy!" "It's just a mirror." "Master!" " Save the books." " I'm trying to save you!" "A trap door, a mirror..." "We're almost there." "If I've deciphered the instructions of the translator correctly..." "You didn't think me so foolish as to surrender... the parchment to the abbot without making a copy, right?" ""With the hand above the idol..."" ""press the 1st and the 7th of four'" "Very good." "What idol?" "That's what we're here to find out." "The 1st and the 7th of four what?" "If I knew the answer of everything I'd teach Theology in Paris." "And... again." "You hear that?" "It's my teeth, master." " What?" " My teeth." "Don't be afraid." "I'm not afraid, I'm cold." " Well... we should return." " Don't leave on my account." "I must confess, it eludes me for the moment." "Well..." "let me see... to find your way out of a labyrinth... you come to a fork you mark it with an arrow..." " Master." " Please, dear boy, I'm thinking." "If there are arrows at the forks, then..." "Well done, boy!" "Your classical education serves us well!" "Give it to me." "Give me!" "Bernardo, sprinkle me with the sperm." "Then, you have the love." "Spit, please." "Spit over there." "Thank you." "Lucifer, be at my service, for a woman's love." "Let go of me!" "Salvatore loves you!" "It's burning!" "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 I have already found it." "How many times have I seen these objects of devil worship?" "The black cockerel and the black cat!" "But..." "She did it for the food, not the devil." "Tell him!" "William of Baskerville must surely recall the trial he presided over... in which a woman confessed to have had intercourse... with a demon in the form of a black cat." "I'm sure that you don't have draw on my past experiences... to formulate your conclusions, Lord Bernardo." "No indeed." "Not in the face of irrefutable evidence." "A witch!" "A seduced monk!" "Satanic rites!" "Tomorrow we shall endeavor to learn if these events... are connected with the mystery that afflicts your abbey." "Lock them up!" "That we may all sleep safely tonight." "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's already burned flesh, Adso." "Bernardo 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 guilty of heresy." "You seem to know a lot about it." "Oh, yes." "Won't you tell me... as a friend?" "There's not much to tell." "I too was an inquisitor, but in the early days." "When the Inquisition strove to guide, no to punish." "Once, I had to preside at he trial of a man... whose only crime was to have translated a Greek book... that conflicted with the Holy Scriptures." "Bernardo Gui wanted to condemn him as heretic." "I acquitted the man." "Then Gui accused me of heresy for having defended him." "I appealed to the Pope." "I was put in prison... tortured... and I recanted." "What happened then?" "The man was burned at the stake... and I'm still alive." "Brother Salvatore... these torments will cause me as much pain as you." "You can end it before we even begin." "Open the gates of your heart, search the depths of your soul." " Search!" " I'm searching, sir." "Then tell me... who, among your brethren, is the heretic responsible for these murders?" "I don't know." "I don't know!" "I don't know anything!" "Stupid." "I don't know anything." "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 traveled great distances... 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 gazes 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's 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 richness." "The abbeys dissipate their sacred treasures... and hand over their fertile acres to the serfs." "I found the book." "I found the book at the dispensary." "A book in Greek." "It was behind one of my jars." "Don't touch it." "Return, lock yourself inside." "I'll be there as soon as I 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..." "Brother, quick!" "Salvatore confessed to his heretical past... and yours." "You have but little time to escape the flames." "Thank you, brother." " Where do you think you're going?" " I wasn't trying to escape!" "How dare you call the Pope's brothel God's palace on Earth?" " Answer that, your Eminence!" " These murders are a sign." " I don't believe it!" " Why not?" "The Gospel states categorically... that Christ possessed a purse!" "It's a lie, and you know it!" "Why did Our Lord command his disciples on seven occasions... to carry neither gold nor silver?" "Brethern, if you please!" "A matter has occurred of utmost gravity." "Let me go!" "I swear I didn't kill him!" "I was in the granary taking the inventory." "I never killed anyone, I swear it!" "Then explain to us the purpose of your escape." "I was..." "I've already ordered your arrest on other charges." "I see now that I was correct." "Had someone else not chosen to look in the wrong direction... several men of God might still be with us." ""Hand above the idol, 1 and 7 of four..."" ""Use vulgar persons." "Take pleasure from their defects."" "Please, dear boy, I'm trying to think." "So am I, master." "Then use your head instead of your heart." "And we can make some progress." "Are books more important than people to you?" "Did I say they were?" "You never seem to care about anyone!" "Can'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." "I 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..." "I will require the counsel... of two fellow judges." "My lord Abbot... and..." "Brother William of Baskerville." "Salvatore..." "Salvatore!" "Would you repeat your confession of last night... that you and your accomplice, Remigio de Varagine... were members of the heretical Dolcinites?" "Enough!" "Remigio de Varagine, do you deny the confession of your accomplice?" "No." "I don't deny it." "I'm proud of it!" "For the twelve years I lived here..." "I stuffed my belly... shagged my wick... and squeezed the hungry peasants for dimes." "But now you've given me the strength... to remember what I once believed in with all my heart." "And for that I 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!" "And did you not also slaughter many bishops and priests?" "Yes!" "And I'd butcher you people... if I had had the chance!" "Holy Mary, Mother of God, hear my humble prayer." "I know that my sin was very great... but I beg you to 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 practiced her diabolical rituals in this hallowed place." "Guilty is Salvatore... who has confessed to his heretical past... and was caught in flagrante delito with a witch!" "Guilty is Remigio de Varagine... who, in addition to not repenting to his former heresies, was caught... attempting to escape after murdering the herbalist Severinus." "That's a lie!" "I never killed the herbalist... or anyone else in this abbey!" "I therefore, request you... to confirm my sentence, My Lord Abbot." "My heart is filled with sorrow... but I can find no reason to contest... the just sentence of the Holy Inquisition." "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 Inquisition has been disputed by Brother William... we are obliged to extract the prisoner's confession to murder." "Take him to the forge and show him the instruments." "I'll confess anything you want, but don't torture me." "I can't go through a night like Salvatore!" "Very well." "Why did you kill them?" "Why?" "I don't know why." " Because you were inspired by the devil?" " Yes... that's it." "I was inspired by the devil." "I am inspired by the devil!" "Adralmech, Lucifer, I summon you..." "Lords of Hell." "The shepherd has done his duty... and the infected sheep must now be consigned to the purifying flames!" "You may burn brother Remigio... but you willl not put a stop to the crimes being committed in this abbey!" "Other monks will meet their deaths here... and they also will have black fingers and black tongues!" "Your Eminence, I beg of you." "We, Franciscans, are as appaled as you by brother William's outbursts." "Once more we've 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 Gui was wrong!" "But the Antichrist was victorious once more... and nothing seemed to be able to hinder him further." "Come, brothers." "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, 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 antichrist... has been purged from our sacred precincts... and our monastery has returned to peace." "The fifth trumpet!" "It had the power of a thousand scorpions..." " He told me." " Who told you?" "His tongue is black." "His fingers are black... just as brother William foretold!" "It's brother Malachia, father." " Malachia?" " Yes, father." "Dear God!" "Not Malachia!" "Will it never end?" "Lord Bernardo, William of Baskerville was right." "He said..." "Yes!" "He knew!" "Just as I too would have known, had I been the murderer!" "Find William of Baskerville!" "But we still don't know how to open the mirror!" "Perhaps by pressing the 1st and 7th letters of the word "four"." "But "four" only has 4 letters." "In Latin, "quatuor"." "Remember the inscription above the mirror?" "But we have to press above an idol." "Not "idolum" as in Latin, but "eidolon" as in Greek." "Meaning "image, or "reflection"." "Our own reflection!" " This way, master!" " No, this way, Adso." "Here..." "Q and R." "Pray God we're not mistaken." "Come." "Good evening, Venerable Jorge." "I've been expecting you these several days past, William." "You must've flown to this chamber to reach it ahead of us." "You've discovered many things... since your arrival at this abbey... but the shortcut through the labyrinth isn't among them." "So now, what is it that you want?" "I want to see the book in Greek 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 only surviving copy... of the 2nd book of the poetics of Aristotle." "William, what a magnificent librarian you'd have been!" "Here is your well-earned reward." "Read it." "Leaf through its secrets." "You have won." "Loos, schnell." ""We shall now discuss the way comedy stimulates all the like and ridiculous..."" ""by using vulgar persons..."" ""and taking pleasure from their defects."" " Carry on, William." "Read it!" " Master, we must hurry." "If the light is too dim for you, give it to the boy..." "I'm sure he can read it." "I would not want my faithful pupil to turn your poisoned pages... not without the protection of a glove, such as I am wearing." "The door!" "Quick, before it shuts us in!" "Venerable brother, there are many books that speak of comedy." "Why does this one fill you with such fear?" "Because it's by Aristotle." "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..." " What for?" "It's better die fast than to spend... the rest of life in prison." "The devil I renounce is you, Bernardo Gui." "Do you renounce the devil and embrace Jesus as your Savior?" "But what is so alarming about laughter?" "Laughter kills fear... and without fear there can't be any 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 would happen if, because of this book... learned men work 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's there, behind the arch!" "Save me!" "Look!" "Courage, brother!" "Remember Dolcino!" "Go on!" "I insist!" "I insist!" "." "God, save him." "Stay back." "Burn the witch!" "Do you dare to raise your hands to the Church?" "You won't leave!" "It's all your wrong doing!" "My master found out the murderer!" "Help me!" "Master..." "I 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 too young, he said... but one day they would serve me well." "And in fact, I am wearing them now on my nose as I write these lines." "Then he embraced 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 was driven... by his intellectual pride." "And yet, now that I'm 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 have 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."