The Name of the Rose

EXT.

ADSO:
I don't like this place.

WILLIAM:
Really? I find it most stimulating.

Come.

Adso, we must not allow ourselves to be

influenced by irrational rumors of the

Antichrist. Let us instead exercise our

brains and try to solve this tantalising

conundrum.

(peasants bring the tithe)

MONK:
"For what thou givest on earth, verily

shalt you receive an hundred-fold in

paradise."

ADSO (V.O):
My master trusted Aristotle, the Greek

philosophers and the faculties of his own

remarkable, logical intelligence.

Unhappily, my fears were not mere phantoms

of my youthful imagination.

(the two come to the tower)

WILLIAM:
A rather dark end for such a brilliant

illuminator.

WILLIAM:
Another generous donation by the Church

to the poor.

Now, what if it wasn't that tower that he

fell from but somewhere over there, and

the body rolled all the way down here?

Adso? No devil needed anymore.

(a stone rolls down)

WILLIAM:
Adso?

No devil needed

(Adso sees a peasant girl)

WILLIAM:
Yes. More blood here.

That's where he fell from. He jumped.

Adso, are you paying attention?

ADSO:
Yes, he jumped.

Jumped? You mean that he committed

suicide?

WILLIAM:
Yes. Why else would someone go up there

at night in the middle of a hailstorm?

Certainly not to admire the landscape.

ADSO:
No. Perhaps... perhaps someone murdered

him.

WILLIAM:
And then toiled all the way up there

with the body?

Easier to get rid of it through that sluice

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