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Ego te absolvo
a peccatis tuis...

Sound assembly.

He died by drowning,
there's no doubt.

The face is swollen,
the belly taut...

But he was not drowned
by another's hands,

for in that case
he would have reacted

against the murderer's violence,

whereas everything
was neat and clean,

as if Berengar had heated
the water, filled the bath,

and lay in it
of his own free will.

This doesn't surprise me.
As you know,

Berengar suffered epilepsia.

So he may have gone
to the baths last night

- to soothe his tension.
- Night before last,

because, as you see,

this body has remained
in the water at least one day.

He was of a very sensitive
nature.

Ah, I found something
inside his habit.

I'm sorry but...
I tried them myself.

They are yours, aren't they?

God be praised.

We've solved two problems.

I have my lenses back
and I finally know for sure

that it was Berengar
who robbed us

the other night
in the scriptorium.

In any case, before coming here
he went somewhere else,

because in the baths
I didn't see Venanzio's book,

the one he stole with my lenses.

Severinus,
do you believe his illness

could make him lose
consciousness and drown?

Mm. That's possible,
but look here.

The fingers of someone
who grasps something small,

or long and thin.

The tongue is black!
Again, like Venanzio.

Now, we must assume,
for him and Venanzio,

that they grasped something,
put it in their mouths,

and ingested it,
knowing what they were doing.

Something to eat? Or to drink?

Perhaps. A musical instrument,

- like a flute.
- That's absurd!

Of course it's absurd!

But we mustn't dismiss
any hypothesis.

You know,
in a secret part of the library,

they keep books on necromancy,
black magic,

and recipes
for diabolical philters.

I was hoping to find
a description of that poison

and its functions. But...

So you spoke about it
with Malachi.

Of course, with him definitely,
and perhaps also with Berengar.

Perhaps other monks
were present as I was talking.

The scriptorium at times
is fairly crowded, you know.

We have ventured the hypothesis

that Berengar and Venanzio
touched the same poison.

But we still don't know
what it is,

if it was the one
stolen from here,

and why they touched it.

And, mind you,
we don't even know

if it was the substance
that they touched

that brought them
to their death.

Imagine a madman who kills
all those who touch gold dust.

Intercede for me.

I beseech thee!

Is there no end to all of this?

The Papal delegation
has just arrived...

Archbishop of Saragoza
Pedro Lopez de Luna,

Monsignor Eudes,
bishop of Carpentras,

Roberto Count of Provence,

His Excellency
Guillaume de Mazan

and the brother Dominicans...

I'm most pleased
to meet you all.

My Franciscan brothers
should arrive at any moment.

Then the debate can commence.

I think that unlikely.

What do you mean?

During our travels we received
a message from Avignon.

His Holiness is sending
Bernard Gui.

They have an armed escort.

Why? Why Bernard Gui
of all people?

And with a command of soldiers.

We all know the prestige
of Bernard Gui,

both in heretical matters
and theological studies.

His Holiness has been warned
about the comeback

of the heretic plague in
the valleys around the abbey.

The presence of soldiers
in a theological debate

is never a sign of goodwill,

nor of... neutrality.

The soldiers will not be here

to menace the Franciscans
in any way.

You won't die, will you, Father?

No, I never die.

I never die, Anna.

Promise?

Promise.

Your father, the chosen one,
will never die, never.

You will always carry him
in your heart and mind,

and you will continue
the life you started.

Fight!

Don't become honest tomorrow,
but today, Anna, today!

Don't be afraid.

Don't betray me.

Do this and you will understand
the better world

we are fighting for.

The bell!

Church nous appelle.

Vamos. Bell call. We go!

I'm not moving.
You go to church.

Salvatore not doing!
Not prega for Berengar.

Berengar no deserve prayer.

Me not leaving Remigio.

- Mea anima tua est!
- Shh!

My soul your soul.

Stop, that's blasphemy!

Ich bin dein hund!

Me soy tu perro. Your dog.

I'm your dog.

Good dog.

Shh. Good dog.

Good dog.

Come along! Come along, I said.

I said come along!

Oh, look, Martino
has brought his doggy!

Bark!

Now pee! I said pee!

Good dog...

Good dog...

Penitenziagite!

Beware, you rich and powerful

who already have your reward!

You know damned well that
God cannot be on your side.

Beware, you who eat your fill,
for you will know hunger.

Beware you who laugh today,

for you will feel the pain
of affliction and despair!

Take him!

No. Martino!

Martino!

If you want to see
your son alive,

you will deed ten Imperiali

to the families working on
your land, who are starving!

- Martino!
- And if you don't pay,

rest assured I will
return the boy.

In pieces.

You want to serve two masters?

God and Mammon?

It cannot be done.
Your mind is rotten.

And if the example
set by Saint Francis

isn't enough to change you,
then this is all there is left!

Penitenziagite!

Martino! Martino!

No kill, por favor...

por favor, please no kill...

Stand up!

- For you.
- No!

See... life is onion.

Onion is life.

Vida es como Zwiebel.
Cebolla. Huh?

You open, you open,

you open,

tu abres...

you eat... Mm! Vida!

Then nothing.

Nada. Null.

Shh! Silence now,

philosopher dog!

The terrible poison
against purification.

A different truth,

a different image of the truth?

Say the opposite
of what is believed,

say one thing
and mean another...

To them the cicadas will sing...

from the ground.

These words seem
the ravings of a madman.

Yes, perhaps.

They are unquestionably things
written by Venanzio

taken down while
reading the book

stolen from the Finis Africae.

Then something happened.

Either he was ill
or he heard someone coming

and he put down the book
and then...

and then he went in
to the kitchen.

Where he met his assassin.

This page is the only possible
starting point

in re-creating the nature
of that mysterious book.

And it's only from
the nature of that book

that we can infer
the nature of the murderer.

For in every crime committed
to possess an object,

the nature of that object
should give us some idea,

however faint,
of the nature of the assassin.

So we must find out
what is set in the book

that passed
right under our noses.

Remigio hinted that
some strange complicity

bound him to Malachi.

Could Malachi have hidden
in the Finis Africae

a dangerous heretical text that
Remigio had entrusted to him?

So the answer may lie
in the forbidden room

they call the Finis Africae.

But how do we reach it without
getting lost in the labyrinth?

There are
eight defensive towers,

each with a seven-sided room,
with one external window.

And then on the walls
between the towers

there are double arched windows
like here.

And those rooms are
five sided, eight of them.

There are other
five-sided windows

that surround
the octagonal well,

each with one internal window.

And then two for them
for each side, so 16 in total.

And then we have the five
and seven-sided rooms

without any windows, and there
are 12 of them per each side,

so 24 in total.

So let me count...

Fifty-six. Are you sure?

- There is absolute symmetry.
- Yes.

But then why is it so difficult
to get our bearings?

Because what does not correspond

to any mathematical law

is the arrangement
of the openings.

Some rooms allow you to pass
into several others,

some into only one
and there are blind rooms

that do not allow you
to go anywhere else.

Unless they have
a counterfeit wall.

Hiding a staircase.

Plus the lack of light.

- Maximum confusion.
- Achieved with maximum order.

So how will we orient ourselves?

We will mark down on this plan

the rooms we pass through,
and the positions

- of the walls and the doors.
- And they have no openings.

So we know
what detours we are taking.

Each room is marked
by the letter of the alphabet

and all together they make up
some text that we must discover.

But where does the text begin?

With a scroll
larger than the others

in the...

- With the sentences in red.
- But there are so many of them.

So you will mark down
the first letters

of all the verses
that appear there.

And like a good illuminator

you will make the letters
in red larger.

But how does it happen that you
were able to solve the mystery

of the library looking at it
from the outside

but you were unable to solve it
when you were inside?

God knows the world because
He conceived it in His mind

as if from the outside,
before it was created,

and we do not know its rule,
because we live inside it,

having found it already made.

Remember,
the fourth skull on the right.

You mean
the first one on the left?

Push the eyes.

The Abbot told us
at the beginning

that the library
was not to be touched.

It could be that he is involved,

and now he realizes that
the scandal is spreading

and he doesn't want the truth
to be discovered,

or at least he doesn't want me

to be the one who discovers it.

Then we are living in
a place abandoned by God.

Have you found
any places where God

would have felt at home?

Seven-sided room.

The stairs up must be on
the other side of this room.

You said to make
only right turns.

I did, didn't I?

Cover your mouth!

Careful with the books!

Easy, easy!

How can you be certain
that the Finis Africae

- is on the top floor?
- The rooms

in the library are classified

according to the names of
the country and the continent.

The end of Africa
is the edge of the known world.

Isidoro of Siviglia's Originum.

The foundation...

of our entire culture,

right here!

"Love does not originate
as an illness...

but is only transformed
into illness

when remaining unsatisfied.

It becomes obsessive thoughts...

and so...

there is an incessant
flutter of the eyelids,

irregular respiration

and the pulse throbs."

Alhazen's treatise on optics!

I thought it had been lost.

Ten years it took him
to write it,

1011 to 1021, in Arabic.

Later he translated it

into Latin.

We must be on our way.

Remember: write down
the first letter

of the scrolls
above every passage.

"O".

"O".

L. E. O.

"His name is Death."

"N". Nomen...

"E".

"I came like a thief."

Dead monks.

Hovering about
in their curiosity.

Books are not made
to be believed

but to be subjected to enquiry.

Here, master!

It's not human.

Do you think
it's coming from over there?

Yes.

There's got to be
some sort of mechanism

somewhere around here.

Ah!

It's all just wind
passing through the machine.

This is how they frighten those

who come to discover
the secret of the Finis Africae.

"Super thronos viginti quatuor."

We're in the antechamber of
the Finis Africae, aren't we?

It's the S of Leones.

Hic sunt leones -
"Here there are lions."

At the edge
of the known world...

the end of Africa...

"Secretum finis Africae

manus supra idolum age primum
et septimum de quatuor..."

Venanzio wrote in Latin
but thought in Greek,

and in Greek

"eidolon" means "ghost"
as well as "image."

The mirror reflects
our own image.

And by "supra idolum"

he could mean beyond the mirror.

Perhaps we must place ourselves
at a certain angle

in order to perceive something
reflected in the mirror

that corresponds with
Venanzio's description.

Adso... look!

"Super thronos
viginti quatuor..."

The mirror could be the door.

The mirror is the door!

Matins!

Soon Malachi
will open the tower.

Let us make
an honorable retreat.

- William!
- Yes?

I will join you, Malachi.

Where do we stand?

I am only a friar who,
a long time ago, conducted

some effective
inquisitorial investigations.

You know the truth
is not to be found overnight.

After all, what power
have you granted me?

May I enter the library?

I see no connection between
these crimes and the library.

Adelmo was an illuminator,
Venanzio a translator,

Berengar
the assistant librarian.

In that sense, all 60 monks

have something to do
with the library,

just as they have something
to do with the church.

Will we investigate
the church, as well?

Brother William, you are
conducting this inquiry

at my behest and within the
limits that I have established.

For the rest, within
the girdle of these walls

I am the only master after God,
and by His grace.

And that will hold true
for Bernard Gui as well.

Perhaps it will be a good thing.

Bernard occupied
with the assassin

will have less time
to participate in the debate.

Bernard occupied with
discovering the murderer

would be a thorn in the side
of my authority.

This matter has obliged me
for the first time

to surrender part of my power
within these walls,

and that is a new turn
in the history of this abbey

and I would do anything
to avoid it.

But I cannot conceal
from a man like Bernard

the fact that in this abbey

inexplicable events
have taken place,

are still taking place.

Otherwise, the moment
he finds out,

the moment, God forbid, that

some new mysterious event
happens,

he will have every right
to cry betrayal.

Please,

I would like to be alone
with him for a moment.

Like an apple tree...

amidst the trees of the forest,

so is my beloved
amidst the other young men.

How I long to sit in his shadow

and how sweet is his fruit
to my palate...

You kiss me with
the kisses of your mouth,

for your love is sweeter
than wine.

Oh, my Berengar, my dear.

Traitor to the very end.

You see, boy?

The other corpse also lay

where the book announced
that it would be.

Now wait for the fourth trumpet.

Why do you think the key
to the sequence of crimes

lays in the book of Revelation?

The book of John offers the key
to everything.

Many acts of pride were
committed in the library.

Especially when it fell into
the hands of foreigners.

God punishes, God nullifies,

God dims even memories.

Alinardo is a man to listen to.

Each time he speaks
he says something interesting.

What did he say this time?

Adso, solving a mystery

is not the same thing as
deducing from first principles.

So you are still
far from the solution.

I am very close to one,
but I don't know which.

So you don't have a single
answer to one of your questions?

Adso, if I did I would teach
theology in Paris.

In Paris do they always
have the true answer?

Never, but they are
very sure of their errors.

- And you never commit errors?
- Often.

But instead of
conceiving only one,

I imagine many,

so I become the slave of none.

Reverend abbot!

Brother Michele!
How fine it is to see you.

And you too.

Boy! Boy!

- Ah! Brother Michele!
- William!

Welcome, brothers!

Welcome to our abbey!

What are they like?
Describe them to me.

Their habits
are the color of honey,

brother Jorge.

Like bees. Only dirty.

Like their dirty feet.
And unshod.

We shall do our best
to remember that.

Saint Francis
loved the little birds!

All the little creatures,
he loved them so much.

But if I can say
when he was, uh, hungry,

he ate them, like any other man.

But he was kind and caring,

compassionate, so generous,

he smiled at man's sin.

We shall all end in darkness.
All of us.

But brother Jorge has always
insisted on getting there first.

Alinardo has always enjoyed
ridiculing my blindness, hmm.

Brother Jorge knows very well
what darkness I refer to.

Quiet, both of you!

Age should have taught them
moderation and respect.

Father, may I present Adso?

One day perhaps
he will be a Benedictine

in the convent at Melk.

For now he is searching
his heart.

Michele da Cesena,
our Father General.

Ah.

Even though
he has studied in Paris,

he has not managed to find
favor with our French Pope.

Come, you must be weary.

It work!

Meo bonissimo trap!
I'm coming, puella!

Don't struggle, you'll
only hurt yourself more.

Come on,
let's get away from here.

Come on.

Get your arm around me.

No, no, no.

No.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Ibn Hazm...

he defined love
as a rebellious illness

for the sick person
does not want to be healed.

Avicenna, this other
philosopher, however,

did not think of love
as an illness at all,

it is only transformed
into an illness

when it becomes
obsessive thought.

I do not want to be healed from
my obsessive thought.

Every time we meet,
I see you better than before.

Huelhes... eyes...

In you I understand myself

and in myself you.

"Tu" is you.

Avicenna also advised
this infallible method

for discovering whether
someone is in love.

You grasp the wrist
of the sufferer...

It's for the pulse,
the heartbeat.

Heart?

You grasp the wrist
of the sufferer

and you utter many names of
members of the opposite sex,

until you discover which name
makes the pulse accelerate.

Heart.

Antonius,

Bartholomeus,

Gabriel,

Adso...

Adso.

I see you everywhere. Painted
on the pages of books,

when I close my eyes
and when I open them again...

My love...

Do not touch me!

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

But I can't bear the feeling
of hands on me.

It hurts so much.

I...

They killed us.
They killed us all.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Wait, wait. Here.

I have something for you.

Poems. In your language,
I believe.

I know how to read.
Just a little.

I would to God

the night

never ended...

I would to God
the night never ended.

You!

Tu.

Young master!
Magister!

Why you in forest?

Ahh, girl, puella!

You...

No, no, no! No, no.

You beautiful.
Salvatore ugly.

Women no like Salvatore.
Non piace!

Non piace. Non piace.

Shh.

Good day, brother abbot.