All language subtitles for The.Name.of.the.Rose.S01E01.XviD-AFG

[Speaks Latin]

[Continues speaking Latin]

[Stabbing, man moans]

[Groans]

[Praying man] Father!

I brought you here
for one reason.

To learn to fight.

He's finished.

Let's go.

[Soldiers yelling]

[Old man] Having reached
the end of my sinful life,

I prepare to leave my testimony

as to the wondrous
and terrible events

that I happened to witness
in my youth.

I was a novice in
the Benedictine abbey of Melk.

My father, a general
to the Holy Roman Emperor,

coerced me away from my studies
to fight with him in Italy.

Take her!

He said that we were fighting
a righteous war.

There are no such things
as righteous wars.

You cannot change the world
by killing.

I was 17 years old
at the time

and my life was about to change
forever.

[Theme music]

[Church bells ringing]

[Man] Remember:
when you leave this earth

you can take nothing
you have received,

but only what you have given.

We are all God's children.

Each one is our brother.

The world is like a great book.

We must learn to read it
correctly.

There is only one way to battle
against ignorance and hatred:

use knowledge to better
the human race.

[Small bells jingle]

[Monk] Come, brother.

Come, join us.

[Bells jingle as he moves]

[Moans] Don't touch me.

[Moans]

[Monk] You're welcome here.

[Monk] The outcast...

[Old Adso] I was moved
by the desire for truth

and by the suspicion
that, until now,

it was not what I was told.

The Franciscan's words struck
me, as my father's never had.

Why are you following me?

Because you're interesting.

That's not a good reason
for following anyone.

I'm afraid I must continue
my journey alone, my friend.

[Muted chatter, laughter]

[Adso's father]
William of Baskerville,

the Emperor thanks you
for your service.

-General.
-Be seated.

This is what he hopes will
be achieved from the debate.

We have beaten the Pope
with steel,

now it's your turn with words.

I am making this journey
to serve and protect my Order.

I'm perfectly aware that
you're backing the Franciscans

to use us against the Pope.

[Adso's father]
Who intends to destroy you!

By accepting the Emperor's
support, you give him yours.

Eat.

Religious people think
they can ignore politics.

Nonsense. Religion is politics.

I keep trying to get that
into my son's head.

To no avail, of course.

He wants to be a monk.

I'm sure he has his reasons.

And I have mine. Pig headed.

Stubborn like his late mother.

Or perhaps
he's simply a coward.

Why did you become a Franciscan?

I heard the story
of Giovanni di Bernardino,

a rich young man
and his conversion.

How he rejected
his father and mother,

threw off his velvet clothes,
rolled them into a bundle

and placed them at
his father's feet and said:

"These belong to you, take them,
we are equals now."

As you must know, this is the
man who became Saint Francis.

What, may I ask,
is your son's name?

Adso. Why are you asking?

Curious.

You know him?

Not that I know of.

Why did you come so far
to meet with that bastard?

When I was a philosopher I
doubted the world had an order.

Now I am consoled to discover,
if not an order,

at least a series of connections

in small areas
of the world's affairs.

Follow me if you want to.

-My name is Adso.
-I know, your father told me.

[Old Adso] We had been walking
for days, from dawn to dusk.

Often in silence.

We were heading to
a famous Benedictine abbey

on a mountain range
in northern Italy.

During our journey, William's
mission remained unknown to me.

"While we imagine a better
world," he told me,

"blind leaders drive blind
people toward the abyss."

[Man] You see the figure of
Christ has a purse at his waist.

Just to remind people that our
Lord did not worship poverty.

Not even when he was
on the cross.

A church of paupers
has no future.

And that's precisely the ruin

the damned Franciscans
want to drag us into.

Your Holiness, this is no ruin
for the Franciscans.

On the contrary, to them it is
the very rebirth of the Church.

In Florence we burned
a follower of Dolcino.

[Sporadic shouting]

[People shouting "Burn him!"]

I, Brother Bernard Gui,

Dominican Inquisitor,

invested with authority
by His Holiness the Pope,

sentence the prisoner,

follower of the forbidden sect
of Fra Dolcino,

poisoned fruit
of the Franciscan Order,

to death.

You are the Antichrist!

I see God everywhere but in you,

bastard son of Satan.

Dolcino told you
when you tried to destroy us.

Saint Francis was
only the beginning.

Penitenziagite!

[Bernard] William of
Baskerville was there as well.

I had arranged for him
to meet with the heretic

before I passed my judgement.

I need him to recant.
You could help me.

Why would you imagine
I have a chance of succeeding?

You are two brothers...

...under the skin. Hmm?

[Bernard] With a flourish of
that grand hypocrisy of his,

he said to me...

"Why should I judge my brother?"

[Pope John] You should know
that Baskerville was chosen

by the Emperor
to lead the debate.

[Knife scraping]

-[Adso] What's this?
-[William] An astrolabe.

For one to catch
heavenly bodies.

It gives us a picture
of the sky.

Astronomers and navigators
use it

to measure the inclined position
in the sky of a celestial body,

day or night.

To help see the visible
and the invisible.

[William] Yes.

She looks hungry.

Here. Food.

[Speaks Occitan]
I come from Puegvert.

Not far from Limos.

Do you know my land?

The soldiers, may God damn them,

burnt my home
and killed my family.

-I don't--
-They burnt my entire village!

Take it.

[William]
She is from Occitane.

The King of France
is making war on her people.

Like many others,
she's fleeing from her home.

[Man] There is no need
for us to wander around

like a flock of sheep.

Three or four of you
should take that path.

The others...

May your day be blessed,
Brother Franciscan.

And yours as well,
young brother.

I'm the cellarer of the Abbey.
We are looking for...

Thank you for interrupting
your search, brother.

The horse came this way
and took the path to the right.

He will not get far.

[Cellarer] Have you seen him?

We haven't seen him at all.
Have we, Adso?

But if you are searching
for Brunellus,

the horse can only be
where I have said.

Brunellus?
How did you know his name?

Come, come, it's obvious
you're hunting for Brunellus,

the abbot's favorite horse.

Fifteen hands with
a dark coat, a full tail,

small round hoofs
and a very steady gait.

Small head, sharp ears,
big eyes.

He went to the right,
but hurry,

you should continue your search.

Have we met somewhere before,
brother?

Not that I recall.

There is always
a sinful pleasure

in being proved right,
I find.

Come, come, Adso,
it was not so difficult.

You yourself must have seen
the horse's footprints.

He broke off those twigs
at about five feet.

And I found these...

And I know the right-hand path
leads to the cliffs

because I saw it on the way up.

And the detailed description
of the animal?

I imagined a horse
I had not yet seen.

I am not sure he has
these features,

but no doubt the monks
firmly believe he does.

They would only be so concerned
about a horse

if it was important
to their abbot.

So I gave it the ideal features

good Benedictines would expect
of their master's animal.

What about the name?

May the Holy Ghost
sharpen your mind, son.

What other name could he
possibly have?

Brunellus: "brunus." Latin...

-...for brown.
-Yes.

[Bell ringing]

[Indistinct voices]

[Horse footsteps]

The abbot will be forever
grateful to you, brother.

He loves this horse.

You are William of Baskerville.

So you do know me.

Ah, not exactly.

It's that the abbot was
speaking about you, you see.

He was expecting your visit.
But not so soon.

That explains everything.

[Bell chiming]

Our brother Adelmo
fell to his death last night.

We still do not know
how or why he died.

I will call together
the whole monastery

after we read
the psalms at Sext.

Brother William of Baskerville
is here.

Perhaps, Berengar, you could
prepare the body for burial?

[Sobs]

William of Baskerville!

What unfortunate timing.

God has decided
to put me to the test!

I was very pleased to learn,

when once you acted
as inquisitor,

that in numerous cases
you decided

the accused were innocent.

Inquisitors often,

to demonstrate their zeal,

will wrest a confession
at all costs.

Inquisitors can be impelled
by the devil,

so I have abandoned
that noble activity

and now I concern myself
with other delicate questions.

And I would like to deal with
the one that is distressing you,

if you will speak
to me about it.

In the dark hours
of last night,

one of our finest illustrators,
Adelmo of Otranto,

well, you have seen...

He likely fell during
this great snowstorm,

which blew in so furiously
from the west.

God have mercy on him.

Given the battering
that his poor body suffered,

determining the precise point
from which he had fallen

was not easy: certainly
from one of the windows

that opened in rows
on the sides of the tower.

I see. I see that your problem
is the following.

If that unhappy youth,
God forbid, committed suicide,

you'd not allow the body
into the church.

And I believe that this morning

you would have found
the windows open,

whereas you found them closed

with no sign of water
at the foot of any of them.

-Who told you this?
-You told me.

If the window had been open you
would immediately have thought

he had thrown himself out of it.

From what I could tell
from the outside,

they are large windows,

and windows of that sort
in buildings of this size

are not usually placed
at a man's height.

So even if the window
had been open

it would have been impossible
for the unfortunate man

to lean out
and lose his balance;

thus suicide would have been the
only conceivable explanation.

But since you will give him
a Christian burial,

the windows must have been
closed. And if they were closed

then obviously the presumed
suicide was, on the contrary,

pushed, and you are wondering
who was capable,

I will not say
of pushing him into the abyss,

but of hoisting him to the sill.

This is it. But how do you know

there was no water
at the foot of any windows?

Because you told me the wind
was blowing from the west.

So the water could not be driven

against windows
that open to the east.

[Chuckles]

I have been told of your great
intelligence, dear brother...

but report does not do you
justice, I see.

It is all just as you have said.

And no one commits murder
without a reason,

however perverse.

Nothing else?

[Abbot]
Nothing else I can say to you.

You mean there is nothing else
you have the power to say?

Brother William.

Brother William. Please help me
to find Adelmo's assassins

before the delegates arrive.

Imagine if the Pope
were to learn that here,

-in God's house which he...
-[William] Who has access

to the tower at night?

No one. It is absolutely
forbidden to everyone.

-And who has the keys?
-[Abbot] The librarians.

Malachi of Hildesheim
and his assistant, Berengar.

May I question the monks?

You may.

May I move freely
about the abbey?

I grant you that power.

I must confess that
I already had a great desire

to visit the library which
is spoken of with admiration

in all the abbeys
of Christendom.

No, no. I cannot allow you
to enter.

No one may; no one can.

Even if you managed to enter,

this library
can protect itself.

It is as unfathomable
as the truths it harbors

and as cleverly deceptive as
the falsehoods it protects.

It is a maze.

You might enter and then you
might never get out again.

No one but the librarians
can enter.

It has always been this way.

In Crete they built a maze
to hide a monster.

[Scoffs]

No monsters in the library.

Books. Only books.
Lots of books.

How can I study Adelmo's death
if I do not see the place

where the story of his death
may have begun?

Brother William,

a man who has described my horse
without seeing it,

and the death of Adelmo knowing
virtually nothing of the case

should have no difficulty
studying places

to which he does not
have access.

As you wish.

You are wise
and you are severe.

If I were ever wise, it was
because I know how to be severe.

Why is the Pope
sending his people here?

You said something
about protecting your Order.

The Order of St. Francis.

And yes, the Pope's envoys

are connected
to my business here.

And to the very future
of the Church.

[Pig squealing violently]

It was the pig.
They're killing the pig.

When I was a little boy,
my father made me do it.

To learn to be a man.

I had to bury a knife
in its heart

while I held it down
with my knee on its neck.

[Monks singing]

Made me deaf for days.

[They sing]

[William] There's been
a landslide, obviously,

during the night,
caused by the storm.

So the earth moved and carried
this poor young man's body

down below the east tower
where he was found, broken.

[Stone scuffling]

[William] The more I think
about it, the more I'm convinced

that Adelmo threw himself
of his own free will

from the parapet of this wall.

Why is that?

If Adelmo fell from
the east tower,

he must have got into
the library,

someone must have struck him

and then, this person
must have somehow

climbed up to the window

with a lifeless body
on his back,

opening it, and pitched
the hapless monk down.

With my hypothesis, we need
only Adelmo, his decision

and some shift of land.

Everything is explained
using a fewer numbers of causes.

But why would he have killed
himself?

[William] Was Adelmo
disturbed about something?

Why do you ask?

You were his confessor,

so you could not discuss
his sins with me.

But you could discuss
his state of mind.

I'm not sure I care to have
this conversation with you,

Brother William.

He may have taken his own life.

[Birds squawking]

Welcome. I am Malachi of
Hildesheim, chief librarian.

It's an honor to meet
a man of your distinction,

brother William.

You have been librarian here
for a long time?

Thirty years.

One is always appointed
by one's predecessor

when he becomes abbot.

The rule is that
when an abbot dies,

it's the librarian
who replaces him.

So you will be the next abbot.

May God grant our abbot
a long life.

-Naturally.
-The kitchen's through there

and here, the scriptorium.

[Malachi]
Here is the heart of the abbey.

Here we create the most
precious gems of culture

within the entire world:
our books.

Toiling over their work,
you can see translators,

copyists, illuminators
and miniaturists

who instill into the smallest
of paintings on a page

the most elaborate
and magnificent images.

This is Berengar of Arundel,
my assistant.

[Malachi] And here we have
Venanzio of Salvamec,

a famous Greek scholar.

Doing wonderful work
on the great Aristotle.

[Malachi]
And Aymaro, master of copyists.

How do the monks
get to the books?

We have catalogs.
When a monk finds a book there

he asks me or my assistant
to find it for him.

Books are arranged by a code
known only to the two of us.

Only we are allowed
to get through that door.

It's a labyrinth. Anyone
who enters it will be lost.

Benno of Uppsala.

He is studying rhetorics
and the art of calligraphy.

Where did Adelmo work?

Down there.

We haven't touched a thing.

The desk is just the way
he left it.

Yesterday you saw him leave?

-Absolutely, we all did.
-We all ate together.

[William] And in church
for the evening prayers?

[William] Hm.

A new invention.
Which can magnify images

for those whose eyes
have grown weak.

[Berengar] Poor Adelmo.

[Malachi]
He would sometimes lose himself

in his weird imaginations.

I am glad I'm blind.

I do not have to witness
such stupidity.

Jorge of Burgos,

one of the abbey's
most erudite scholars.

You will agree, brother Jorge,

that not seeing something
does not make it disappear.

You're talking to
William of Baskerville.

-The Franciscan.
-Hm.

So now we will
be preaching to the birds,

singing and dancing

to show the sympathy
we have for the world.

Adelmo,

he took such pleasure
in the monsters he painted

he lost sight of the truth.

The images Adelmo drew
were not mere foolishness.

God is named through
the most distorted things.

How else does he show us
the truth?

With respect, Jorge, you know
Adelmo did not lose his faith.

When we were here talking about
this very question

-I reminded you that--
-[Jorge] I don't know

what you're talking about,
young man.

[Venanzio]
Malachi was there too...

If brother Jorge
does not remember,

he does not remember.

But you do, Berengar.

After all, you paid great
attention to any discussion

involving your dear, dear friend
Adelmo.

Venanzio!

[Berengar]
We have lost a brother

who was greatly loved
by all of us.

And who was here,
as we all are,

to live out his life
praising and glorifying God.

[William]
I've always wanted to read

Tertulliano's Apologeticum

but I've never been able
to find it.

It's here. I have it.

I'd be delighted
to find it for you.

[William]
I'd be terribly grateful.

Boy. Boy.

Yes?

So... you are William of
Baskerville's novice?

Can you think of anyone
who might have had

some kind of grudge
against Adelmo?

Not at all.
Such a fine young man...

with a true passion
for his work.

Hm.

Do not let your master

lead you down the wrong road.

We are living in an age

far more frightening than
any miniaturist could imagine.

[Crow cawing]

Penitenziagite!

Watch out for the draco
who comes in the futurum

to gnaw at your soul!

La muerte is supra nos!

[Chuckles]
Pray the Santo Pater.

You like this Negromanzia?

Libera nos a malo
and free us from all sin!

Flesh... [Chuckles]

Flesh. [Chuckles]

Beautiful. Huh?

But Salvatore not stupidus.

He like to... [Grunts]

Penitenziagite.
Penitenziagite!

You're a student of rhetoric?

Yes, I am,

but I also enjoy
studying poetry.

I have read many pagan poets.

I believe their words
also convey truths.

Well, then,
what was said that day

when you were discussing
Adelmo's illuminations

with Berengar, Venanzio,
Malachi, and Jorge?

May I remind you that
I am carrying out an inquiry

at the abbot's behest?

Jorge was saying that it is not
licit to use ridiculous images

to decorate books
that contain the truth.

Venanzio spoke of other books
and Jorge became very angry.

-Which books?
-I don't remember.

What does it matter
which books were spoken of?

It matters a great deal
because here we are

trying to understand
what has happened

among men who live among books,
with books, from books,

and so their words on books
are also important.

Yes. It's true,

we live for books,

a sweet mission in this world
dominated by disorder and decay.

What did they say?

Venanzio said that when
it comes to witty riddles,

no one surpasses
the African poets.

And then?

And then something happened
I didn't understand.

Berengar began to laugh

and said if one sought carefully
amongst the Africans,

quite different riddles
would be found.

Jorge became very angry and said

that it did not seem wise to him
to take the Africans as models.

And after that?

[Sighs]

Malachi became furious,

took Berengar by the cowl
and sent him off to his tasks.

But later I saw Adelmo
approaching Berengar

asking for something
and in the evening

the two of them were
in the cloister confabulating.

That's all I know.

What did Berengar mean

about seeking
among the Africans?

[Door closing]

I do know one thing:

anyone leafing through
the catalog of books

will often find
among the classifications

that unfortunately
only the librarian understands,

one that says "Africa."

I have even found one
that says "finis Africae,"

the end of Africa.

This is what I know.

And this is why I say:
check on Berengar.

[Snoring]

Franciscanus William dangerous!

Je ne l'aime pas.
Mala bestia est...

I know.

You must tell him nothing.

No.

We Italians are victims
of the foreigners in here.

They are led by
Malachi and Berengar.

And now they've even
started murdering us

here in this snake pit.

What did he want?

To introduce himself.

[Man] In much speaking
you will not escape sin.

Death and life are
in the power of the tongue.

I have placed a restraint
in my mouth.

I have made myself mute.

Why did such a famous
Franciscan choose you?

Could it be that
a fresh young boy

has something to give back
in return for his knowledge?

Shame on you
for even thinking that!

[Pope John]
I've sent too weak a delegation

to face the Franciscans
in debate.

I've just learnt that
William of Baskerville

has arrived at the abbey even
before the Franciscan General.

Is your delegation
already there?

Not yet.

Call them back then.

I can't.

I made an agreement
with the Emperor.

The debate must take place.

Can we trust the abbot?

I would hope so. They say
Baskerville has his charm.

Charm is not a virtue.

And don't forget: like
every purebred Franciscan,

he hates you.

The violence of the dispute
has endangered

the unity of the Church.

On the one hand there is
the Emperor against the Pope,

on the other hand the Pope
against the Franciscans

who have espoused
the spiritual theories

about the poverty of Christ.

Why does the Pope
want to destroy

the Order of Saint Francis?

Because we believe
that the Church,

and more importantly
the Pope who governs it,

should imitate
the life of Christ.

Isn't that what every believer
should hope for?

It should be.

And I will do my best
to make it be

since I have been entrusted

to present the imperial
theologians' point of view.

What will happen
if you lose the debate?

I never lose a debate.

[Chuckles]

Never?

[Laughs]

[Squawks]

I cannot even think
of losing this debate.

It would mean that I'll be
the last Pope in history

worthy of this title.

I may have been naive once
in underestimating my enemy.

However, this blunder
will be remedied.

You, Bernard, will leave
immediately for the abbey

where you'll lead my delegation.

I am honored, Holiness.

I'm giving you an armed escort.

My nephew Cardinal du Pouget
will join you there.

He's the man who's wiping
the smiles off the faces

of these damned Italians.

Traitors, every one of them.

The purpose of this conference

is to exterminate
the Franciscan order

once and for all.

[Footsteps]

Oh, Lord, I beg you
with all my heart.

If I don't find joy anymore
in your law,

I shall die of sadness.

[Bell chiming]

[Singing]

[Bell ringing urgently]

-[They stop chanting]
-[Man] Come quickly! Everyone!

[Man] Hurry!

Pull him out of there! Now!
Quickly.

-[Monks gasp]
-Oh, my God. It's Venanzio.