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This corps could have been here for several hours.
Have you ever seen a drowned man?
It swell up and became unrecognizable.
Then this man was already dead and
someone threw him into the pig's sty.
- Why would someone have done that? - Why would he kill him?
We are dealing with the work of a twisted mind.
I suggest we take the body back to the infirmary
and have it stripped, cleaned and examined.
I'm in charge of that.
My name is Severinus, I'm the brother
herbalist. I manage the infirmary.
I'll join you at once.
Please, return to the choir by the path you have just taken.
So you don't create new prints.
We will follow them.
So now it is Venantius... Why?
Why? Why put him in there?
We can not hold a conference amidst such violence.
It would be an abomination.
Fine mess.
Snow, dear Adso, is an admirable parchment
in which men's bodies leave very legible writing.
He didn't throw himself into that vessel on his own,
then someone else carried him there. Already dead, I imagine.
Venancius was killed in the tower. And most probably in the library.
Why drag a body from the tower?
Just a big stray to stuff him into a barrel of pig's blood.
Because in the library, it would have been extremely
difficult to discover the body in such a labyrinth
Perhaps the murderer is particularly interested in its being discovered
Why would a murdered be interested in being discovered?
I do not know. I can suggest some hypotheses.
He could have killed him to leave a sign, signify something.
- What that sign be? - This is what I do not know.
You alone are worthy of the beauties of this world.
My sin can never be forgiven.
I, John, the 22nd Pope of the name,
wish to communicate to you, most reverent abbot, as follows:
We've decided that Bernard Gui will lead our delegation
And I expect that you will not allow the
conference to stop before his arrival.
In this church, and
in it's power, are two swords,
the spiritual and the physical.The first must be wielded by the Church.
And the second for it.
No wound.
No bruise to the head.
No obvious sign of poisoning. No lacerations. No bruising.
There are poisons that leave no trace.
Depends on what you mean by poisons.
There are indeed substances that in small doses
can be ingested without harm, but are fateful in greater quantity.
Precisely, the line between poison and medicine is... subtle.
The Greeks use the word "pharmacon" for both.
You have poisons in your laboratory?
Of course I have poisons. Like every good herbalist.
I keep them and use them with discretion.
And no one... no one besides me...enters my laboratory.
Did you notice this?
Strange, don't you think?
And the other hand?
- Nothing. - Nothing.
Severinus...open his mouth,
The tongue is black.
What kind of poison blackens the body?
Every mortal substance leaves marks into the internal organs.
You're not suggesting that we should open the body.
The question is wether you're capable of performing it.
I have a degree in Medicine from Padua.
You suppose I can go outside for a bit?
Boy!
- I have recognized your footstep. - I am just going for a stroll.
The air is chilly... but pure.
It stinks in the scriptorium.
Those goats, they sweat.
Why do you follow the Franciscan?
To learn.
Be aware of that man.
- What do you mean? - Escape is not the answer.
Whatever you're running from will catch you up.
Ulcerated pancreas...
Liver is infested by nodules...
May I have a look at the way you keep your poisons?
I've told you. All dangerous substances are locked up.
And I'm the only one who can get near them.
Yes, you did tell me.
What an amazing collection.
Many substances rare or impossible to grow in this climate
have been brought to me over the years
by monks arriving from every part of the world.
"Alghaliga" !
And "Indian aloe".
My word!
"Balsamodendron myrtus".
Extract. The gum of a small tree.
My life's work.
You have enough material here to kill a whole world.
or to annihilate it.
Chinese, eh?
"Sion wong".
L'Auri pigmentum !
It's empty...
the bottle.
- Empty? - The bottle is... completely empty.
My God!
It was a... viscous solution.
A brother monk brought it to me from the Orient years and years ago.
He said it was a gift from a primitive tribe.
- Particularly lethal. - Who else knew of that poison?
The abbot.
Malachi, perhaps. I don't... I have no idea how long has been empty.
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- You speak our language, I do not... - And the Church permits it.
I was... Forgive me.
I wanted to see you, because I have
the manuscript you were interested in.
How helpful. It will be such a comfort in sleepless night.
Specially since th glass receptacle full of auri pigmentum
is bound to keep me up a great deal.
One moment.
Dear brother...
I'll need to search the abbey and the cells, all the cells.
I'll need lay brothers, not monks.
What do you expect to find?
A flacon filled with missing poison.
Where is your shelter?
What do you eat?
Where do you sleep?
It's a house.
- It's your house? - "Ma maisu".
Maisu.
I must go now.
- Nothing yet? - Nothing.
What were you doing outside the abbey?
- I went for a walk in the woods. - San Gerolamo called women
"creatures of the devil sent Earth to confront us with temptation."
- Whose cell is this?
- Brother Berengar. - Open it, please.
Nevertheless, I can not convince
myself that God chose to introduce such a foul
being into creation without endowing it with some special virtues.
Pull it apart.
Master.
Whose blood is it?
Pig's or the assassin's?
Or Adelmo's,
and someone cracked his skull before pushing him over the wall.
It seems you were the last person to see Adelmo alive, Berengar.
I ? How can you say that?
I saw him before going off to bed, I everyone else.
No. You saw him again and you know more things than you wish to admit.
I believe this is yours.
- No, it's not mine. - We found it in your cell.
I swear. By what is more sacred to me.
That I don't know where the blood comes from. Or whose it is.
There are two dead monks here and you can no longer be silent.
I saw Adelmo that evening,
but I saw him already dead.
He was moving among the dead.
What did he say?
"I am damned.
As you see me here, you see one returned from hell,
and to hell I must go back...
Give me your hand, my beautiful master.
Give me your hand, my beautiful master...
That my meeting with you may be a useful lesson...
that my meeting with you might be a useful lesson...
in exchange for the many lessons you gave me".
When I took his hand...
it burned!
Why did he call you his beautiful master?
Did you perhaps... taught him something?
I never taught him anything.
I'm afraid, Father.
I want to confess my sins to you. Have mercy.
A demon is devouring my vowels.
No, Berengar,do not ask me to confess you.
Do not seal my lips by opening yours.
What I want to know from you, you will tell me in another way,
if you will not tell me I'll discover it on my own.
Ask me for mercy if you like,
but do not ask silence of me.
Too many are silent in this abbey.
Go, now.
- His hand was truly burnt. - But not from beyond the grave.
The wax that drips from a lamp produces that sort of burnt.
Could Berengar be the killer himself?
Perhaps. Or perhaps is someone that wanted to make it look that way.
Berengar suffers because he knows he drew Adelmo to death
by making him do something he shouldn't have done.
It's not difficult to imagine what, my poor Adso.
after what we have heard from our assistant librarian.
But why would he hide something like this in his cell.
Couldn't he simply have thrown it away?
Yes?
He didn't want us to be here.
Could be Malachi who stole the poison.
Thank you.
Bless you, brother.
Brother.
We don't want you here, slimy thieves.
Come back for where you came.
Let them pass, brother. These are good people.
We're running from war. They all want to live and work in peace.
Penitenziagite !
Join us, brother.
- Dolcino, the soldiers are going! - Let them run away, Margherita.
Follow me!
If the world doesn't want you,
remember that before you, it rejected Christ.
But I will set you free!
- A new age is coming! - Yes!
We have armed ourselves
to bring the freedom and justice to all who suffer!
Penitenziagite !
I don't feel well, you deal with them.
As you wish.
- A new justice!- Yeah!
- A new Church! - Yeah!
The real love on earth. For us and our children.
- Do not fear! - Yeah!
We've marched for days, but none feels fatigue.
No one complains. No one is ill, no one is hungry.
This isn't a miracle. And you know why?
Because we are unafraid.
Come on.
You'd like to be a beautiful "cavallo".
But you are ugly.
Salvatore, now make good paper.
Wait.
- "Magister meus". -I'm not your master.
Helped me with the famine, sword and fire.
- "Je suis" tu "sollecito schiavo". - Stop it!
Forever I'll tell you we're all equals.
- Don't you kiss anyone's hand. Ever! - You, yes, do.
You kiss... you kiss the hand of porco abbot.
You do.
I pretend, so that we can eat.
One kills to eat. One kisses hands to eat.
Only for alive, eh ? Old saying, all nice, all beautiful, all equals.
"Todos uguales, todos beautiful" ! So Salvatore beautiful, bellissimo tu.
The Franciscan found out about the poison we stole.
He'll find everything.
We run and go. Salvatore and Remigio go away!
"Fuir", "escapar"...
- Leave me alone. - Alone.
Alone.
No...
Dolcino says crusaders can't win,
God will not allow it. You've lost faith.
Remigio.
How could I not have faith in Dolcino?
I've entrusted everything I have to him. Everything I most love.
Don't fear for me.
If something happens to us... If Dolcino and I were...
I'll trust you to protect her.
Swear to me you'll protect Anna.
Nothing will happen to her, Margherita.
I swear to you.
Nothing will happen to Anna.
Anna, I'm going to see my love.
- Where is the nearest town? - Just beyond this wood.
- Pietranera. - Is that not a dolcinian enclave?
Witchcraft.
Get out of here! Get out!
Go!
- Please! Please! I'm a mother! - A mother?
Is he your husband? Are you man and wife?
- I ask you. Is she your wife? - Answer him!
No. She isn't, is she?
So sorry! Sorry!We will not any more! I swear!
Were practicing sex here. What other rituals, eh?
What other rituals?
Well?
- Where do you both come from? - No !
Why doesn't she want you to tell me where do you come
from? I'll tell you why.
Because she seduced you by telling you that adultery was not a sin,
that to copulate was good in the eyes of God. Am I right?
Do you share her beliefs or have you merely taken advantage of them?
I...
They're both heretics from Pietranera!
I'm not a heretic! I'm not from Pietranera !
-She is! - No !
No ! No ! No !
Demon was forever and always master deceiver.
His weapon of choice, women.
Go up!
How will we recognize Dolcino's followers from true Christians?
Kill them all. God will recognize his own.
I don't wanna die!
My baby...
Brother William, I have to admit that I was a bit reticent,
but now, on sober consideration, I
fear that you should know the whole truth.
Malachi...
I'm sure he knew about Berengar and Adelmo. They were...
Sodomites.
That much I suspected.
But Malachi didn't do anything to interfere. He protected Berengar.
Just as he protects the mysteries of this place.
Brother William, we suffocate on the prescriptions of this place.
A scholar must know about the marvels
hidden in the vast room of this library,
and of the books has never given us to read.
Are there no moments, William,
when you yourself would do shameful things to
get your hands on something that you have been seeking for year?.
Berengar stole something for Adelmo.
Something Adelmo wanted very much.
I don't know exactly what it was, but... Berengar used it to...
persuade Adelmo to...
to do what he wanted him to do.
Berengar wanted to get his hands on Adelmo.
Adelmo was desperate to get his hands on it.
Whatever it was,
it was wrapped in a cloth. I couldn't see it.
Venancius had been watching them from his cell.
I'm sure Berengar saw him.
I too saw what happened between them.
Berengar knows that I was there. And the door to my cell was open.
I hope that I've been helpful.
Sodomy in a monastery.
Frangula !
A good infusion is made from the bark, for hemorrhoids.
- What do you think of what we've heard? - Benno's story fits.
Adelmo after committing his sin against chastity,
rushes into the church and
prostrates himself, but doesn't quell his remorse.
Perhaps he... confides in Venancius the secret,
to receive it as a gift from Berengar,
- which no longer matters to him. - What happens to Venancius?
Who kills him? Berengar?
Perhaps. Or Malachi or someone else.
Berengar suspects because he is frightened.
Why couldn't the murderer be Benno himself.
In any case, we need two things, to know how to get into the library,
where the story of this deaths may have begun.
And a lamp. You provide the lamp. Linger
in the kitchen at dinner hour. Take one.
- A theft?
- A loan, to the greater glory of the Lord.
- A peaceful day. - By the grace of God.
Peaceful in Heavens, but grim on earth.
- The beast is roaming about the abbey.
What beast?
The great beast that comes from the sea.
Where did you see him?
- In the library? - Library?
I have never set foot in the library.
The library is a great labyrinth.
A symbol of the labyrinth of the Earth.
You enter and you don't know wether you'll come out.
So you do not know how one enters the
library when the tower doors close.
You go by the way of the ossarium.
You can go through the ossarium,
but you don't want to go through the ossarium,
The dead monks keep watch.
Have you never heard of the door that leads to the ossarium?
In the crypt?
The fourth skull. Press the eyes and you are in the ossarium.
But don't go there.
I have never gone, the abbot does not wish it.
After you.
-Should we close the door behind us?
- No, I think we should leave a path of escape.
And the beast...
- Where did you see the beast. - I don't know.
I don't know anymore.
Rats. On their way to the library.
Now you understand why Malachi's face is so... hostile.
But the time is arrived.
Did you not hear the seven trumpets?
Why the seven trumpets ?
Did you not hear how the other boy died, the illuminator?
The first angel sounded the first trumpet,
and hail and fire fell mingled with blood.
The scriptorium must be above that.
The second angel sounded the second trumpet,
and the third part of the sea became blood.
Did the second boy not die in a sea of blood?
Watch out for the third trumpet!
The world around the abbey is rank with heresy.
Sin is into the abbey.
Should we first take at least a look in Adelmo's desk?
Yes.
There were two books here.
One... in Greek.
A page fell here. Bring the light closer.
God's sake, boy!
Fantastic! Your cloudiness has it's uses.
Venancius wanted to conceal an important secret,
and used one of those inks
that leave no trace when written, but reappear when warmed.
The Arabs know all about it.
- Our man is there! - After him!
Fool that I am! Now he has my lenses as well as the book.
You know I can't decipher this note
without my lenses? Run, Adso! Hurry!
I'm warning you!
I was a soldier in the imperial army!
It's only me.
- Bumping into things. - There is no one here.
- Where did he go? - This place was once a fortress.
It must be a host of secret passages.
The forbidden door.
- By the beard of Merlin! - Of who?
A magician from my country.
If I had my lenses... a would never leave this place.
What a treasure.
All books, no matter how different, are made of by the same elements.
Space, the comma, punctuation...
- 22 letters of the alphabet - Saint John's Book of Revelations.
The one Alinardo talked about.
Master!
Master?
Adelmo, fight!
You are certainly a coward! Fight!
Are you only able to kill your mother arriving at this world?
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