All language subtitles for The.Name.of.the.Rose.S01E05.XviD-AFG

[Birds chirping]

[Straining]

[Anna winces]

-Shh, shh!
-[Speaks Occitan] Don't worry,

I'll take care of you.

You're safe here.

Shh.

You have slept all day.

You have scared me.

I thought you were a boy.

What happened to you?

Your wound is infected.
My ancestors taught me...

I don't understand you.

Don't worry, it's alright.

Thank you.

[Abbot]
Benedic, Domine, dona tua,

quae de tua largiate
sumus sumpturi...

Per Christum Dominum nostrum.

[All] Amen.

My dear brothers,

on this most important occasion,

I hereby excuse you all
from our rule of silence.

I don't see the Archbishop
of Saragoza.

I heard he asked Severinus
for some myrrh.

Loose bowels.

And now our brother cellarer

will tell us what the cooks
have prepared.

Yes. Thank you, reverend abbot.

Tonight the kitchens
will serve a pigeon stew,

as well as rabbit, rice with
almonds from the nearby hills,

borage tarts, stuffed olives,
fried cheese,

mutton, white broad beans,

as well as a selection
of wines and herb liqueurs.

We hope you will enjoy
your dinner.

Don't forget my chickpeas!

Per Christum dominum nostrum.

Most reverend Bernard,
I believe that

you and brother William
are acquainted.

Bernard's fame
has been a lesson to me

and an admonition
for many important decisions

that have inspired my life.

It seems that now,
at the abbot's request,

I must concern myself with
some very sad events

in which the stink of the Devil
is evident.

I mention this to you because
I know that in remote times

you yourself
fought in that field

where the forces of good

were arrayed against
the forces of evil.

True, but then I moved
over to the other side.

I lack the courage
to investigate

the weaknesses of the wicked

because I discovered
they are the same

as the weaknesses
of the saintly.

Can you tell us
anything helpful

with regard to
these criminal deeds?

No, unfortunately.

Hmm.

A small gift from His Holiness
to the abbey.

I humbly thank
you and His Holiness.

[Mild exclamations]

[Whispering] It's a present
for the abbot.

Christ on the cross

with a purse?

It is a symbol.

You must know what a symbol is.

Here, Christ allows the use of
money for religious ends.

[Michele] I am of course aware
of the lack of esteem

you hold for us Franciscans.

All of us, in our life,
communicate mainly by symbols.

Even words are symbols.

My symbols?

My symbols also were made by
a skilled craftsman,

but I have used them up
walking mile after mile

delivering Christ's message
to the humble and poor.

I give thanks to
our dear reverend abbot

for the splendid welcome
he has shown us

and for the absolution he will
no doubt grant us this evening

for the sins of excess
we're all committing now.

[Laughter and applause]

[Indistinct chatter]

Inquisitor know you.
Il te regarde.

I was just like a roach
for him.

He isn't interested in roaches.

Noi escapar. Get away now.

Si Inquisitore recognize you,
requerda te.

[Grunts]

[Whispers]
I spoke with an officer.

There was a bloodbath
in Pietranera.

Anna?

Brother William,

I understand
you're not alone here.

That you brought someone
with you.

Indeed. I have a novice.

Oh. For your sake I hope
he'll be the type of student

who brings honor to his
master, rather than shame.

Adso...

[Bernard]
Franciscan, I suppose?

I was a Benedictine novice
at the abbey of Melk.

Ah. German?

Yes, Most Reverend Father.

[Bernard] And where did you meet
your master?

In Florence.

Truly? What on earth was
a German Benedictine novice

doing in Florence?

I wanted to see Italy.

To visit the heart
of Christianity

and discover a sense of beauty.

Sit, young man.

I notice you haven't had
any wine.

No, sir.
And neither has my master.

Oh, yes, we're already
familiar with his many virtues.

[Bell ringing in background]

Dear brother...

His Holiness is most grateful
to you for your messages.

He appreciates you
keeping him informed

on all the developments here.

Our abbey, Herr Excellency,
is neutral ground,

but my devotion to Pope John
supersedes my neutrality.

Any thoughts on who might find

dabbling in murder
amusing hereabouts?

I understand your assistant
was one of the victims.

[Sighs] Yes.

The most cruel of
all our losses, Most Reverend.

Both William of Baskerville
and the abbot

unjustly suspected him.

Did they now?
And you, whom do you favor?

Oh...

No one.

Truly, Most Reverend Father,
no one.

But one cannot be denied:

it all began with
the arrival of the Franciscan.

Oh, dear me,
are you suggesting...

-No.
-Here?

-No.
-In the abbey?

You think the presence
of Franciscans

would offer the murderer
protection?

I don't know.

Honestly, I just do not know.

And the abbot?

You will see for yourself

if the abbot is worthy
of the Pope's trust.

If he is morally equipped
to govern such a holy place.

What else can you tell me?

There have been strange and
numerous nocturnal movements

in the abbey lately.

It seems to me sometimes
that when I lock the tower

someone is already
hidden inside.

In fact, recently I have found

clear signs of infractions
in the library.

What do you know about
Remigio of Varagine?

-Why do you ask?
-Because his face is familiar.

Remigio of Varagine
is in my memory...

for some reason.

[Chuckles]

Remigio?

[William] Remigio!

-[Growls]
-[Shushes]

What more do you want from me?

I beg you. Prego.
Prego Grandissimo Magister...

Do not destroy povero Salvatore
et buonissimo Remigio.

Salvatore!

Save us from Inquisitore diablo!

-Don't say we...
-Stop it!

I swear not to tell anyone
your secrets.

Now go. Get some sleep,
Salvatore.

Thank you. Thank you very much.
Merci.

[Growls]

The abbot accepted Remigio of
Varagine about 15 years ago.

He was with that monster,
Salvatore, who makes paper.

I have no idea
where they came from.

But then, one day,

Remigio gave me
some sealed envelopes

and asked me to keep them safe
and hidden in the library.

And what did you do?

I swore I would lock
them in Finis Africae.

-Where?
-The most secret room

in the library. Finis Africae.

Of course he did not tell you
what was in the envelopes?

-Of course not.
-And you have never looked.

Never.

And were I to ask you
to show them to me?

I swore I would show them to
no one as long as Remigio lives.

I understand.

I wish you a pleasant evening,
brother.

And to you,
Most Reverend Father.

[William] If you think you have
two enemies within these walls,

you would be wise to confide in
the one who is not armed.

Believe me.

I was still a Franciscan
when I met Dolcino.

I believed in
Dolcino's preachings,

as many others like me did.

I'm not an educated man.

I'm not really moved by ideas.

I once tried to rebel against
the overlords;

now I serve them.

Betray or rebel:

we simple folk
have little choice.

You came to stop us.

Could you really have been
so presumptuous

as to convince yourself
you could stop Dolcino?

Or the Pope's army?

Or Bernard Gui?

Someone was about
to send you a spear,

but Margherita stopped him.

Were you the someone?

I don't know how to say it:

it was a feast of fools,

a magnificent carnival...

[Distant voices]

Most Reverend?

Go to Remigio of Varagine's cell

and bring him here.

And put a guard on the door
to the tower.

Anyone found leaving there
tonight will be arrested.

Exeunt omnes!

Exeunt omnes!

[Door closing and locking]

[Remigio] There were
thousands of us

in the mountains
with Dolcino.

And then slowly we were reduced

to eating the flesh of our
companions killed in battle.

But even in those moments too,

there was an atmosphere
of freedom, yes!

I didn't know before
what freedom was.

We felt free.
We thought that was the truth.

Everything we were doing
was right.

And there you took to uniting
yourself freely with women?

[Remigio] You, little monk,

who comes from a castle
and ends up in an abbey...

do you think it is the devil
who inspires such thoughts?

Untrue. It is a way of life.

What you doing in domu Remigio?

Where is he?

Um, mi don't know...

But Remigio a good man, huh,
leave him in peace,

s'il vous plaît.

I tell you, it was a new
and unique experience.

With no more masters!

And God, we were promised,

was with us!

[William] Fear prophets, Adso,

and those prepared to die
for the truth,

for as a rule they make
many others die with them,

often before them,
at times instead of them.

Yes, that is true.

I'm not saying
Dolcino was right.

In fact, you find me here
because

I abandoned them
before very long.

I told you,
it was a great carnival,

and in carnival time
everything is done backwards...

No, Remigio, wait!

It would be wise for Bernard
to station guards

to make sure no one enters
the tower at night, nor exits.

Try and think like
your enemy does.

So, how do we leave?

Through the ossarium.

The ossarium?

The ossarium.

[William] You're not afraid
of skulls, are you?

[Bernard] No...

Jesus Christ...

[Inhales deeply]

My flesh is not worthy...

to receive you... [Winces]

[Inhales deeply, groans]

Only... say the word...

[Breathes heavily]

[Whispers] And my soul...

shall be healed.

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus Christ.

[William]
I have something to tell you

and it is not good news.

Two former Dolcinians
live in the abbey.

The cellarer and that strange
creature who makes paper...

If Bernard finds out,
he could use them against us.

Any excuse is good enough
to accuse us of heresy.

We are facing the worst
inquisitor ever born of Satan,

and the most shameful Pope
ever to accede to the throne.

I want to come to an agreement
with him.

Hm.

I will only ask him to agree

to a sound interpretation
of Scripture.

We're here to defend
St. Francis.

We just demand to be free
to bear witness

to the need
for a new age of man.

An age of liberty, of charity,
of spirituality.

And we have come here
to win the right

to affirm that this change
can only emerge

if it's sustained
and protected by the Church.

[Hugh] The Church must change.
And men must change

their way of living and thinking
and respecting each other.

In nomine Patris et Filii
et Spiritus Sancti...

[All] Amen.

This afternoon,
between noon and vespers,

our conference will begin.

May the Holy Spirit
illuminate each of you.

[Dolcino] A new justice!

A new Church!

[Alinardo] When I was young
I translated from Greek

a poem that
I can still remember.

It was called "Evil."

"Zeus handed down
an everlasting ill:

old age that chills
far colder still..."

[Clicks tongue]

"...than death.

That squalid
and sinister old age,

where darkness is a cage

where all they are

and all they'll ever be,
ah, ah, is blind!"

[All laugh]

Stop laughing.

That was the poet Mimnermus,

your Sublimity!

John Chrysostomos said

that Christ never laughed.

But he said that almost four
centuries after Christ died.

Jesus never spoke about
comedies or fables,

but only spoke
in clear parables.

And goodness
should never be laughed at.

I believe laughter is
a good medicine, like baths.

Baths are good. They restore
the balance of the humors.

Laughter shakes the body,

distorts the features
of the face,

makes man more similar
to the monkey.

Monkeys do not laugh;
laughter is proper to man.

It is a sign of his rationality.

Not everything proper to man

is necessarily good.

When Saint Laurence
was placed on the gridiron,

he invited his executioners
to turn him over,

saying that that side
was already cooked.

[Laughter]

[Mimics birdcall]

[Birdcall]

[Speaks Occitan]
I have built my house.

-Home?
-Home. My home.

Here, try this, it's cake.

It's really good.

-You like it?
-[Speaks Occitan] Thank you.

Take it.

Don't be afraid.

I can.

I want it.

[Birdsong]

[Indistinct voices]

[Man] These horses are starving.

[Horse whinnies]

I am so delighted to see you
here, Your Eminence,

and against all odds...

I heard the people of Bologna
tried to kill you.

I'm not keen on dying so soon!

[Abbot laughs]

Ah...

Your timing is perfect.

The conference
is about to begin!

I just need to wash my face.

Please escort his most reverend
Eminence Cardinal du Pouget

to his quarters.

And please send me a bottle
of your famous red!

[Soldiers marching]

[Birds chirping]

How beautiful the world can be.

[Clears throat]

[Bernard] Oh...

Remigio of Varagine!

Most Reverend Father...

I have been looking for you
to have a little talk,

but last night
you were not in your cell.

No. Indeed no.

When I get one of my headaches
I need to walk

and I'll always go to the wood.

-With the wolves?
-Oh, no, I'm afraid of wolves,

Reverend Father.

I take some food in my pocket,

should they be hungry.

So, you distribute alms
to the wolves...

Come, sit with me.
Let us pray.

I feel sure we have met before.
Where was it?

No, Reverend Father,

I am sure we have
never met before.

Huh.

Where... Where were you
before you came to this abbey?

[Sighs]

I was at many monasteries.

In Belgium, in the convent
of La Verna, in Tuscany...

The Franciscan convent
at La Verna?

Yes, most Reverend Father.

Oh, dear. It was a den of
dangerous thinkers.

There were many scholars.

But I always was
a humble servant.

Only a humble servant.

I worked the land, with a spade,

not with ideas.

One more thing...

Have you ever met
William of Baskerville?

No, never. Only here.

May I leave?

Go in peace.

I am ever your humble servant,
most Reverend Father.

[Bernard mutters prayers]

[Bernard] Oh, brother...

Most Reverend Father.

Tell me,

what do you know about
William of Baskerville's novice?

Well, in fact I sent a carrier
pigeon to his abbey in Melk.

This Adso is the son of
a general in the imperial army.

Ah, little German snake.

So William has brought us a spy.

I'm counting on you
to make sure

that little snake
or any of the other Franciscans

do not use our carrier pigeons.

Where is your novice?

He should be here shortly,
I hope.

[Speaks Occitan] No, no,
no! Don't worry. He is good.

[Breathes heavily]

-Who are you?
-Who are you?

-[Anna] What are you doing here?
-Are you hurt?

[Speaks Occitan]
It's getting much better.

It's getting much better.

She saved my life. Who is she?

She's escaping from war.

[Anna] Do you understand her?

[Adso] Yes.

Then tell her that
I'm so very, very grateful.

And... And tell her to show me

the roots that she used
to stop my infection.

I didn't mean to say
that I speak her language.

Just that I understand her.

Yes, you understand her
the way I understand her.

What's your name?

Adso. And yours?

Anna.

-Anna, why are you armed?
-I'm hunting.

So, I suppose
you got hurt hunting?

You have your reasons
to be here and I have mine.

How far is the abbey?

One hour by the cart path.

Shorter through
the trees and rocks.

[Abbot] Welcome to all

to this debate
which, as you know,

is essential to the future of
our Church and of our religion.

On the question of poverty:

should the Church
choose to renounce all wealth?

Our brothers in
the Franciscan Order,

under the Generalship
of Michele of Cesena,

stated at Perugia in 1322

their belief in the renunciation

of the ownership
of all things material.

After that it was necessary
for Pope John

to issue the bull
Cum inter nonnullos,

in which the Franciscan doctrine
is condemned as heretical.

We cannot accept that decision.

[Door closing]

[Adso] I belong to William of
Baskerville, I'm his novice.

[Cardinal du Pouget] Pope John's
bull says textually:

any affirmation
of an impoverished Church

from this moment on must be held
erroneous and heretical

because it clearly contradicts
Sacred Scripture.

[Pedro] It is evil even to think
against Sacred Scripture!

[Bernard] The Emperor
is using you, Franciscans.

He wishes to discredit the Pope
and calls him an enemy of peace.

Not really.

In substance, yes.

Reverend abbot.

We Franciscans
affirm that sacrifice,

be it private or public,

of ownership of all things

is meritorious and holy.

Christ taught this
with his speech

and confirmed it
with his example,

demonstrating the...
the path of perfection.

As Saint Paul tells us,
we have what we need to eat,

we have what we need
to cover our nakedness.

And this is enough,
we are satisfied.

To contradict this is heresy!

How dare you?

Every human right,

on the basis of which
material goods are owned,

is contained in the laws.

Christ as a mortal man,

from the moment
of his conception,

was owner of all earthly goods,

and, as God, he received
from the Father

universal control
over everything.

The Pope is his heir.

Luke in chapter 6 says that
Christ dismisses from himself

all power and lordship,

and in Matthew, chapter 19,

Peter asserts that to follow Him
they left everything.

Surely the life of Christ

should be the model of behavior
for the Church.

Should we,
who seek to follow Christ,

allow ourselves to divide up
the ownership of things?

Or even to grab land and jewels
and buildings and money

as if our salvation lay, not in
the spirit of love and justice

and peace to all men,

but in the dull
and tarnished power

that possessions
seem to confer upon those

who lay claim to them?

You Franciscans made
armed attacks

on Dominican convents.

You stripped naked
your rival monks

to impose poverty on them.

There are 30,000 Franciscans
in Europe.

We cannot control the excesses
of a handful of fanatics!

"Uras Deus non plenas
adspicit manus."

God looks at clean hands,
not full ones.

How dare you accuse us of
hands full and dirty,

-like a usurer!
-[Gerolamo] No, you are the one

who compares Christ to...
to a prelate of your court,

-you sacks of shit!
-Moderate your language, please!

[Roberto] These are examples
of your heretical writings

that have inspired the Emperor!

[Hugh] He certainly won't be
inspired by your writings

since you are illiterate!

I? Illiterate?

Was your Francis literate,
he who spoke with geese?

[Laughter]

And what do you have to say

about the
taxae sacrae poenitentiariae

in which the Pope exploits
the sins of the religious

in order to squeeze out
more money?

Hey! Mind how you speak,
pig, son of a whore!

Here is what your Pope says:

"If an ecclesiastic
commits a sin...

a carnal sin, with a nun,
or with a relative,

or even with an ordinary woman,

he can be absolved
by paying

67 gold pieces and 12 pence.

And if he commits bestiality,

it is more than 200 pieces.

But if he has committed it
only with youths or animals,

and not with females,
the fine is reduced by 100!"

This is a shameful calumny!
How dare you!

Bastard! You heretic!

No, no, no, no, no,
please, brothers!

Be seated.

Please, please.

Venerable brothers, please.

Venerable brothers!

[Grunting and struggling]

[Monk yells indistinctly]

-[Abbot] Venerable brothers!
-Let me go!

[Abbot] We will return
to our labors

tomorrow morning after prayers.

But hear me: I will not tolerate
another scene like today's.

Anyone who goes beyond
the limits will be expelled.

[Adso] Are there
no better arguments

to prove or refute
the poverty of Christ?

The question is not
whether Christ was poor:

it is whether the church
must be poor.

And "poor" does not mean
material want or poverty,

but rather it means keeping
or renouncing the right

to legislate on
earthly matters...

Will you say this when
you're called on to speak?

If I manage to speak before
they kill one another!

I am trapped between
two opposing forces,

like an ass that does not know
which of two sacks to eat.

[Screams]

[Salvatore]
It work, mio bonissimo trap!

I'm coming, puella! [Laughs]

Ah, beautiful smell!

-[Speaks Occitan] Let me go!
-Sweet juice de la femina.

-I love you.
-[Screams]

Do not touch me. Let me go!

Bona, bona, puella.

Salvatore love you.

No.

Me apprend toi l'amore.

[Yells] You are hurting me!

No, no, buono. [Chuckles]

[Sobs as she speaks]
No, let me go!

No me comprende. Cum Salvatore.

[Screams] Let me go!

No, you will love me, puella.

[He grunts]

[Sobs]

[He sniffs]

[Yells]

[Gasps]

[Breathes deeply]

[Groans]

[Distant bell ringing]

I would like you
to hear my confession.

[William]
I have been waiting for that.

Up until yesterday
I had to confess a desire.

Today I must confess
something more serious.

I've had carnal relations
with the girl.

I know that I have sinned

because I have chosen
the life of a monk.

-You have chosen?
-Yes.

I think so.

Adso, you have sinned,
that is certain,

against the commandment
that bids you not to fornicate.

In your defense,
there is the fact that

you found yourself
in one of those situations

that even a father in the desert
would have damned himself.

You must not do it again,

but it is not so monstrous
that you were tempted to do it.

And as far as that goes,
for a monk to have,

at least once in his life,
experience of carnal passion,

so that he can one day be
indulgent and understanding

to sinners he will counsel
and console.

My intellect knows her
as an occasion of sin

but my heart perceives her
as the...

vessel of every grace.

Time will come when
you are ready to decide.

There's nothing like
a good spell in church

to calm the spirit.
I have absolved you,

but one never knows.

So go and ask for
the Lord's confirmation.