The Name of the Rose Page #5

MONK 4:
And erroneous conclusions.

WILLIAM:
It is the truth, and I am right.

MONK 1:
William is right. William is always right!

UBERTINO:
No matter what the consequences, to himself

or anyone else, William of Baskerville

must always prove himself right.

MONK 3:
Was it not your vanity, your stubborn

intellectual pride that brought you into

conflict with Bernardo before?

MONK 2:
Do not tempt fate twice, William.

Not even the Emperor won't be able to save

you if you tangle with Bernardo again.

ADSO (V.O.):
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 squalor, I praised God in

my heart that I was a Franciscan.

I wanted her to know that I did not belong

to this rapacious abbey but to an order

dedicated to lifting her people out of

their physical destitution, and spiritual

depravation.

Ubertino:
Farewell, William.

You are mad and arrogant... but I love you

and shall never cease to pray for you.

(to Adso) 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!

WILLIAM:
There is a side of Ubertino that I truly

envy.

UBERTINO:
Remember, fear the last trumpet, my

friends. The next will fall from the

sky, and then will come a thousand

scorpions.

WILLIAM:
Yes, yes. We won't forget.

EXT. LIBRARY - NIGHT

WILLIAM:
Which one frightens you most?

ADSO:
They all do.

WILLIAM:
No. Look closely.

ADSO:
That one.

WILLIAM:
My choice exactly.

(They find an entrance to the catacombs)

WILLIAM:
Well... After you.

Those are the foundations of the tower.

But how to reach the library?

(Adso screams)

The rats love parchment even more than

scholars do. Let's follow him.

166. Bolted scriptorium door.

167, 168, 169, 170.

... 317, 318....

I knew it. Adso! I knew it!

Adso, do you realize... we're in one of

the greatest libraries in the whole of

Christendom? Wow!

ADSO:
How will we going to find the book we're

looking for?

WILLIAM:
In time.

ADSO:
"The Beatus of Liebana."

WILLIAM:
That, Adso, is a masterpiece.

And this is the version annotated by

Umberto de Bologna.

How many more rooms, huh? How many

more books?

No one should be forbidden to consult

these books freely.

ADSO:
Perhaps they are thought to be too

precious, too fragile.

WILLIAM:
No, it's not that, Adso.

It's because they often contain a wisdom

different from ours... and ideas that could

encourage us to doubt the infallibility of

the word of God.

ADSO:
Master?

WILLIAM:
And doubt, Adso, is the enemy of faith.

ADSO:
Master? Master?

Master? Wait for me!

WILLIAM:
But I am waiting for you.

ADSO:
But I can hear you walking.

WILLIAM:
I'm not walking, Adso. I'm down here.

ADSO:
Is that you up there?

WILLIAM:
Where are you, boy?

ADSO:
I'm lost!

WILLIAM:
Well, Adso, it would appear that we're

in a labyrinth.

Are you still there?

ADSO:
Yes. How will we get out?

WILLIAM:
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.

ADSO:
(reads)

"Love does not originate as an illness

but is transformed into it when it becomes

obsessive thoughts."

"The Muslim theologian Ahmed Hasim states

that the lovesick person does not want to

be healed and his dreams cause irregular

breathing and quicken the pulse."

"He identifies amorous melancholia with

lycanthropy, a disease that induces

wolf-like behavior in its victims."

"The lover's outer appearance begins to

change. Soon his eyesight fails, his lips

shrivel... and his face becomes covered

with pustules and scabs."

"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?

Master, I can see a lantern.

WILLIAM:
Don't move. Stay where you are.

ADSO:
I can see a man. He stopped.

WILLIAM:
What is he doing?

ADSO:
He's raising his lantern.

WILLIAM:
How many times?

ADSO:
Three times.

WILLIAM:
It is I. Raise your lantern.

ADSO:
(surprised) Look!

WILLIAM:
You foolish boy! It's only a mirror.

(the floor breaks)

ADSO:
Master!

WILLIAM:
Save the books.

ADSO:
I'm trying to save you!

WILLIAM:
A trap door and a mirror. We must be

almost there.

WILLIAM:
If I have deciphered the instructions

of the Greek translator correctly...

You did not think me so foolish as to

surrender the parchment to the abbot

without making a copy, right?

"Manus supra idolum, age primum et

septimus de quatuor" is what?

ADSO:
"With the hand above the idol press

the first and the seventh of four'

WILLIAM:
Very good.

ADSO:
What idol?

WILLIAM:
That's what we're here to find out.

ADSO:
And the first and the seventh of four what?

WILLIAM:
If I had the answer to everything, I'd be

teaching theology in Paris.

EXT. NIGHT

(The abbot welcomes the delegation

properly.)

INT. LIBRARY

WILLIAM:
And again.

... Do you hear that?

ADSO:
It's my teeth, master.

WILLIAM:
What?

ADSO:
My teeth.

WILLIAM:
Don't be afraid.

ADSO:
I'm not afraid. I'm cold.

WILLIAM:
Well, we shall return.

ADSO:
Don't leave on my account.

WILLIAM:
No, no, no. I must confess, it eludes

me for the moment.

Now, let me see... to find your way out

of a labyrinth... when you come to a fork,

you mark it with an arrow... No, no, no.

No.

ADSO:
Master?

WILLIAM:
Please, dear boy. I'm thinking.

If there are arrows at the forks...

ADSO:
(finds a way out) Master!

WILLIAM:
Well done, boy!

Your classical education serves us well.

EXT. NIGHT

GIRL:
Give it to me.

Give me!

SALVATORE:
Bernardo, sprinkle me with the sperm.

Then, you have the love.

Spit, please.

(to the girl) Spit over there.

(she spits at his face)

SALVATORE:
Thank you.

Lucifer, be at my service.

GIRL:
Let go of me!

SALVATORE:
Salvatore loves you!

(jumps on her, and the lamp falls onto

the straw)

Aah! Aah! It's burning!

(bell rings)

ABBOT:
Lord Bernardo, look what we found!

Search the creature.

BERNARDO:
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?

ADSO:
(to master) But she did it for the food,

not the devil.

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