Ah! At last!
I was so terrified, everyone looked like an agent.
The holy water... the pillar...
“Under the statue of Our Lady” was what my sister wrote.
Here's the key. And that's the chapel.
Never finished cleaning.
Every brush is dirtier than a poor priest's collar.
Mister Painter... Nobody there.
I could have sworn that
Cavalier Cavaradossi was back.
No, I'm mistaken. The basket has not been touched.
- What are you doing? - Saying the Angelus.
- Heavens above! it's her portrait! - Whose?
The mystery woman who's been coming hereto pray,
so pious and devout.
It's true. She was praying so fervently
she didn't see me paint her lovely features.
Get thee behind me, Satan!
Hand me the paints.
What a subtle harmony of different beauties!
My passionate lover Floria is dark.
Faith is not a joking matter.
But you, mysterious beauty, crowned with blonde tresses.
Your eyes are blue while Tosca's are dark.
Faith is not a joking matter.
The mystery of art blends the two beauties together.
But while I paint her, all my thoughts are of you, Tosca!
But there's no point talking to these filthy freethinkers,
these enemies of the Holy See.
Faith is not a joking matter. No sign of repentance from any of them!
I ought just to cross myself.
- I'm going, sir. - As you wish.
The basket's full. Are you fasting?
- I'm not hungry. - What a shame!
Lock up when you leave.
- Go! - I m going!
Someone in there!
You! Cavaradossi! God has sent you.
Don't you recognise me?
Has prison changed me so much?
Angelotti! A consul in the former Roman Republic.
I have just escaped from Castel Sant'Angelo.
- I'm ready to help you. - Mario!
Hide! She's a jealous woman.
Give me a moment and I'll send her away.
- Mario! - I am here!
I've no strength left.
There's food and wine in this basket.
- Thank you! - Hurry!
Mario!
Here I am.
- Why was the door locked? - It's what the sacristan wants.
- Who were you talking to? - You.
- And you were whispering. Where is she? - Who?
The woman! I heard hurried footsteps and rustling clothes.
You're imagining things.
Do you deny it?
I deny it and I love you!
Oh! In front of our Our Lady...
No, Mario! First let me pray and offer her my flowers.
Now listen to me. I'm singing tonight but it's a short performance.
Wait for me outside and we'll go to your villa. Just us two.
Tonight?
It is a full moon. The night-scented flowers will fill our hearts with love.
- Aren't you pleased? - Very!
- Say it again! - Very!
Not like that.
Aren't you longing for our little house in the woods?
Our secret love nest full of love and mystery?
At your side, to listen to the voices of nature as they rise
through the silent, starlit shadows.
At night, from the bushes and the scorched grass,
from out of ruined tombs, smelling of thyme
come whispers of love
and deceptive thoughts that make our hearts tender.
Blossom, broad meadows, blow, sea breezes in the pale moonlight.
Let desire shower down. Tosca is burning with love!
You've caught me in your snare, my siren. My siren, I'll come.
- Now leave me to work. - Are you chasing me away?
- You know it's urgent! - I am going!
Who is that blonde woman up there?
- Mary Magdalene. Do you like it? - She is too beautiful!
I'll treasure the compliment.
Are you laughing? I've seen those blue eyes before.
The world's full of them.
Wait... wait...
Marchesa Attavanti!
Bravo!
Are you seeing her? Are you in love?
It was mere chance.
The footsteps, the whispering... She was here just now!
- Come here! - The shameless flirt!
To do this to me?
I saw her yesterday, but only by chance. She came hereto pray.
And I painted her, unseen.
- Swear it! - I swear!
- She's staring at me! - Come now!
- She's mocking me. - Don't be foolish.
Those eyes!
What eyes in the world can compare
with yours so passionate and dark?
They are the centre of my whole existence.
Eyes that are gentle in love, bright in anger,
what eyes can compare with yours?
How practised you are in the art of winning love!
But, make her eyes dark.
My jealous Tosca!
Yes, I feel it, I torment you unceasingly.
How jealous you are!
But I know you'll forgive me when you see how I suffer.
Tosca, I adore you. I like everything about you.
Your flashes of anger and your pangs of love!
Reassure me with those words again!
Say them again!
My anxious love, I'll always say, “Floria, I love you!”
Put your mind at rest, I'll always say, “I love you!”
How sinful! You've completely ruined my hair.
Now leave me!
Keep working until this evening. Promise me,
whether by chance, whether blonde or brunette,
no woman will be coming to pray?
I swear! Off you go!
- How you hurry me! - Not again?
Forgive me!
In front of Our Lady?
She is so kind.
But paint her eyes dark.
Tosca's a good woman,
but tells her confessor everything, that's why I kept quiet.
I thought it wiser.
- Are we alone? - Yes. What is your plan?
I'll either leave the State
or go into hiding in Rome. My sister...
Marchesa Attavanti?
Yes, she left some women's clothes under that altar:
a dress, a veil, a fan.
When it gets dark, I'll put them on.
Now I understand!
A lovely young woman, so cautious and prayerful,
made me suspect a secret love affair.
Now I see it was a sister's love.
She's done everything to save me from the evil Scarpia.
Scarpia?
That bigot, that satyr, who tempers his lust with religion.
He makes confessor and hangman instruments of his lascivious will.
Even if it costs me my life, I'll save you!
But it's not safe to wait until dark.
I'm scared of the daylight.
The chapel leads out to an open garden,
then there's a path through fields to my villa.
- Yes, I know the one. - Here is the key.
I'll meet you there later. Take the clothes with you.
Should I put them on?
No, the path's deserted.
Goodbye!
In case of danger, go to the well in the garden.
Halfway down there's an opening
into a dark den
where you'll be safe.
The castle cannon!
The escapes been discovered! Now Scarpia will unleash his bloodhounds.
- Goodbye! - I will come with you. We'll be on guard.
We'll fight if we have to.
Great rejoicing!
He's gone. What a shame.
Annoying an unbeliever earns me an indulgence.
The whole choir! Come here quickly.
- Where? - Into the sacristy.
- What's happened? - You haven't heard?
Evil Bonaparte...
Well? What?
He's been plucked, crushed and sent to hell.
- Who says so? - it's a dream! it's nonsense!
It's the truth. The news has just come.
Let's celebrate the victory.
A torchlit procession tonight, a gala at Palazzo Farnese,
a special new cantata with Floria Tosca.
In the churches, hymns of praise.
Put on your vestments!
Into the sacristy!
Double pay! Te Deum... Gloria! Long live the King!
Let's celebrate the victory.
What an uproar in church!
Not very respectful.
Your Excellency, the rejoicing...
Prepare for the Te Deum.
- You stay here! - I won't move.
Search every corner.
- Collect every clue. - Very well.
Keep an eye on the doors, but don't arouse suspicion.
Now you...
Think before you answer.
A prisoner just escaped from Castel Sant'Angelo.
- He came here. - Lord have mercy!
Perhaps he's still here. Where is the Attavanti chapel?
There.
It's open! Heaven preserve us!
Another key!
A useful clue.
Let's go in.
It was a mistake to fire the cannon.
The bird has flown,
but he left a precious trophy: a fan.
Who was the accomplice in his crime?
Marchesa Attavanti! Her coat of arms.
Her portrait! Who painted that picture?
Cavalier Cavaradossi.
Him!
Heavens! The basket!
Him! Tosca's lover! A freethinker!
A revolutionary!
- Empty? Empty! - What do you say?
What's that?
They found this basket in the chapel.
- Do you recognise it? - Yes, indeed!
It belongs to the painter, but all the same...
Spit it out.
I left it full of delicious food,
- the painter's lunch. - He must have eaten.
In the chapel?
He didn't have a key, and he said he wasn't hungry.
So I'd already put it to one side.
Libera me, Domine!
Now it's clear.
It was Angelotti, who ate the sacristan's provisions.
Tosca? She must not see me.
Iago used a handkerchief,
and I a fan to bring down a jealous man!
Mario? Mario?
The painter Cavaradossi? Who knows where he is?
He's spirited himself away, sneaked off by his own witchcraft.
Is he deceiving me? No, he couldn't betray me.
Heavenly Tosca, my hand awaits yours,
not out of gallantry, but to offer holy water.
Thank you, sir!
You set a noble example:
from heaven you devoutly draw an artistry
- that restores faith. - You are too kind.
Devout women are rare. You tread the boards,
yet come to church to pray.
What do you mean?
Not like some who look and behave like Mary Magdalene
and come here for love!
Love? Prove it!
Does a painter use this?
A fan! Where was it?
On that scaffolding.
Someone must have disturbed the lovers
and she lost her feathers running away.
The crown! The coat of arms!
Attavanti! I knew it!
(I've hit the mark!)
I felt so sad coming hereto tell him
that tonight the sky would darken in vain,
for his loving Tosca will be trapped...
(The poison's taking effect.)
...trapped at the royal celebrations!
What is upsetting you, madam?
One errant tear bathes your lovely cheek.
What is distressing you?
Nothing!
I would give my life to dry that tear.
Here I'm suffering, while he mocks me in another woman's arms.
(The poison is biting.)
Where are they? If only I could catch them!
Does he take two lovers to the villa?
Oh, traitor!
My love nest has been defiled!
I'll surprise them there!
- You won't have him tonight, I swear! - In church!
God forgives me.
He can see my tears!
Three men, a carriage. Quick!
Follow her wherever she goes! Take care not to be seen!
- Yes, sir. Where shall we meet? - Palazzo Farnese!
On your way, Tosca! Scarpia is nesting in your heart.
Scarpia will set the falcon of your jealousy flying.
Your ready suspicion promises much.
I have two goals in my sights, and the rebel's head
is not the bigger prize.
To see the fire in those victorious eyes
smouldering with love...
One to the gallows, the other in my arms.
Te Deum laudamus. Te Deum confitemur.
Tosca, you make me forget God!
Te aeternum Patrem omnis terra veneratur.
Tosca makes a good falcon!
I'm sure my bloodhounds are seizing their double prey now.
Tomorrow's dawn
will see Angelotti and Mario both hanging.
Is Tosca in the palace?
They've just gone to find her.
Open up.
It's getting late.
The diva hasn't arrived yet,
so they're scraping away at gavottes.
Wait for Tosca at the entrance.
Tell her I expect her when the cantata's finished.
No, better...
Give her this message.
She will come
because she loves her Mario.
Because she loves her Mario she'll surrender to my desires.
Such is the great misery of great love.
There's more flavour in violent conquest than soft consent.
I find no pleasure in sighs or the misty rising of the moon.
I can't strum a guitar or read the future in flower petals,
nor make sheep's eyes or coo like a dove.
What I want, I pursue.
I squeeze it dry and throw it away,
then I fix on something new.
God created different beauties and different wines.
I mean to enjoy as much as I can of his work.
- Spoletta's here. - Perfect timing!
Well, sir, how did the hunt go?
(Saint Ignatius, help me!) We followed the lady.
When we got to an isolated villa
she went in, but soon reappeared, alone.
My thugs and I jumped over the wall
and burst into the house.
Well done!
I ransacked the place.
- Angelotti? - Nowhere to be found.
You traitor! You snake!
- You should be strung up! - Jesus!
- The painter was there. - Cavaradossi?
He knows where the other man's hiding. Every gesture,
every word was so mocking
- that I arrested him. - That's better!
He's there.
Show the Cavalier in.
Send for Roberti and the judge.
So violent!
Take a seat.
- I want to know... - Do take a seat.
I'll stand.
As you wish.
- You are aware that a prisoner... - Her voice!
You are aware that a prisoner escaped from Castel Sant'Angelo today?
No, I'm not.
Yet it seems you let him into Sant'Andrea.
You gave him food and clothes.
Lies!
You led him to your house outside the city.
I deny it. Where's your proof?
A loyal subject.
Who's accusing me?
Your men found nothing in my house.
- Which proves he's well hidden. - A spy's suspicions!
- He was laughing while we searched. - And I'm still laughing.
This is a place for tears!
Watch your step. Enough of this!
Answer!
- Where is Angelotti? - I don't know.
- Do you deny giving him food? - I deny it!
- And clothes? - I deny it!
And sheltering him at your villa?
I deny it!
Think carefully.
This stubbornness is unwise.
A confession will save you a great deal of pain.
Take my advice, speak up. Where is Angelotti?
I don't know.
For the last time, where is he?
I don't know.
Now the cords will be tightened.
Here she is.
Mario. Why are you here?
(Say nothing of what you saw or you'll kill me!)
Mario Cavaradossi, the judge awaits your testimony.
The usual procedures first. Then... as I instruct.
Now let's have a friendly chat.
Don't look so panic-stricken.
I'm perfectly calm.
The affair of the fan?
Silly jealousy.
Attavanti wasn't at the villa?
- No, he was alone. - Alone?
Are you quite sure?
Nothing escapes a jealous eye. Quite alone.
Really?
Yes.
Such passion! You seem afraid of betraying yourself.
- Sciarrone, what's he saying? - Nothing.
- Let's persevere. - it's pointless.
We'll see.
Do we have to lie to please you?
No, but the truth could shorten his agony.
What do you mean? What's happening in there?
The law must take its course.
Oh, my God, what's going on?
Your lover is tied down with a spiked band round his head.
With each denial more blood spurts out.
You're lying! You sneering demon!
Ah!
Was that a groan? Show some mercy.
You can save him.
- Very well, but stop! - Loosen him!
Completely?
Completely.
- Now for the truth. - Let me see him!
No.
- Mario! - Tosca!
Are they still torturing you?
No, be brave, say nothing!
I despise pain!
Now tell me what you know.
I don't know anything!
Was that not enough?
Let's start again.
' No. stop! ' A“ Y°“ going to Speak?
You monster, you're torturing him, you're killing him!
Your silence is torturing him much more.
Can you laugh at this pain?
Never onstage was Tosca more tragic!
Open the doors and let her hear him!
I defy you!
Harder!
I defy you!
- Speak! - What can I say?
Come, speak.
I don't know anything. Do I have to lie?
Where is Angelotti? Where is he hiding?
I can't take any more!
Stop this agony, it's too much to bear!
I can't take it!
Ah!
Will you let me speak?
No.
Listen, I can't take any more.
Don't be silly, what do you know? What can you say?
Make him shut up!
What have I ever done to you?
I'm the one you're torturing!
You're torturing my soul!
In the well, in the garden.
- Is Angelotti there? - Yes.
That will do, Roberti.
He's fainted.
You murderer! I want to see him.
Bring him in!
Floria!
My love!
IS it you?
You've suffered so much!
But God will punish him!
Did you say anything?
- No, my love. - Truly?
No!
In the well in the garden. On your way, Spoletta!
- You've betrayed me! - Mario!
- Curse you! - Mario!
- Incredible news! - What's up with you?
- News of defeat! - What defeat? Where?
- At Marengo. - Get on with it!
- Bonaparte won the battle. - Melas?
Melas is routed.
Victory!
This is the day of vengeance when the evil will tremble!
Liberty stands proud and tyranny crumbles!
Stop, Mario! Think about me!
You'll see me rejoice for the pain I have suffered.
You're shaking with fear, you hangman!
You're a dead man. Away with you!
Get rid of him!
Mario, I'm with you! I'm with you!
Not you!
Save him!
Me? You!
My poor supper was interrupted.
So downcast?
Come along, take a seat.
Shall we try to find a way to save him?
Then sit, and we'll talk it over.
Have something to drink.
It's a Spanish wine.
A drop
to revive you.
How much?
- How much? - Your price!
Yes, they say I can be bought.
But I don't sell myself to a pretty woman for money.
If I have to betray what I have sworn,
I want a different kind of payment.
I've been waiting for this moment!
I was already eaten up with love for the diva!
But just now I saw you as I've never seen you before!
Your tears set my senses on fire.
I was filled with desire
when you looked at me with hatred.
Lithe as a leopard you clung to your lover.
At that moment I swore you'd be mine.
Mine!
- Ah! - I'll have you!
I'd rather kill myself!
Mario's still my hostage!
What a vile bargain!
I won't force you.
You are free to go.
But your hope is misplaced:
the queen would pardon a corpse!
- How you hate me! - Ah! God!
That's how I want you!
Don't touch me! You're depraved, vile!
What's the difference?
Aching with anger, aching with love!
- Vile! - Mine!
- Help me! - Mine!
Do you hear the drum? it's leading the condemned to their deaths.
Time is moving on.
Do you know what's happening out there?
They're putting up a scaffold.
It's in your hands now how long your Mario has left to live.
I have lived for art and for love.
I have never harmed a living soul.
I've quietly helped
anyone I've known in distress.
With true faith, my prayers
have risen to the holy tabernacles.
With true faith
I've decked altars with flowers.
In my hour of grief, why, Lord,
why is this my reward?
I gave jewels for Our Lady's mantle,
I offered my song to the stars, and heaven smiled.
In my hour of grief,
why,
why, Lord...
Why is this my reward?
Make your mind up!
Do you want me to abase myself?
Do you see?
I stretch out my hands to you.
Look,
defeated, I wait for your mercy.
You're too beautiful, Tosca, and too loving.
I give in. A poor bargain:
you ask me for a life, I ask you for a moment.
Go away, you disgust me!
Who's that?
When we got there Angelotti killed himself.
String up his corpse, then.
- And the other prisoner? - Cavaradossi?
Everything is ready.
(God help me!)
Wait!
(Well?)
Listen...
I want him freed at once!
We have to pretend. I can't just pardon him.
People must think he's dead.
- This man will see to it. - How can I be sure?
I'll give the order now.
Spoletta, close the door.
I've changed my mind. The prisoner will be shot.
Wait.
- As we did with Count Palmieri. - An execution...
...faked, like Palmieri's!
- Do you understand? - I understand.
Go.
I want to tell him myself.
Very well, let her through.
Remember, at four.
Like Palmieri.
- I kept my promise. - Not yet.
I want a passport for us to leave the Papal States.
- Do you want to leave? - Yes, for good.
Then, let your wish be fulfilled.
- By which route? - The quickest!
- Civitavecchia? - Yes.
Tosca, mine at last!
- Damn you! - This is Tosca's kiss!
Someone help me, I'm dying!
Help! I'm dying!
Are you choking on your blood?
Killed by a woman. You tortured me too much!
Can you still hear me? Look, it's Tosca.
Help me!
- Are you choking on your blood? - I'm dying!
Die, damn you! Die!
Die!
He's dead!
Now I forgive him!
And the whole of Rome used to tremble before him!
I send you
so many sighs,
as many as there are leaves blown by the wind.
You don't care for me, you break my heart.
Lamp of gold, for you I die!
Mario Cavaradossi?
Here.
You have an hour. A priest is at hand if you want.
No, but I have one last request.
If I can...
I leave behind someone dear to me.
Let me write a note to her.
All I have left in the world is this ring.
If you promise to take her my last farewell,
it's yours.
Write.
And the stars were shining...
The earth smelled sweet...
The garden gate creaked...
A footstep skimmed the sand.
All fragrant, she entered.
She fell into my arms.
Sweet kisses, languorous caresses!
My hands were trembling
as I loosed her robes.
My dream of love has vanished for ever.
The moment has passed, and I die in despair!
And I've never loved life so much!
“Safe passage to Floria Tosca and the gentleman with her.”
- You are free! - Scarpia!
Has Scarpia given way?
This is his first act of mercy.
- And his last! - What do you mean?
He wanted your life or my love. My tears and pleas were all in vain.
I prayed to Our Lady and the saints.
The monster told me they were building the gallows.
The drums were rolling and he was laughing,
he was ready to snatch his prey! “Are you mine?”
I promised myself to him.
I saw the glint of a knife.
While he wrote our safe-conduct
he came to embrace me.
I plunged the knife into his heart.
Did you kill him with your own hands? You, so devout and kind, for me!
My hands were drenched in blood!
O sweet hands, gentle and innocent,
hands meant for acts of mercy,
meant to caress children, to pick roses,
to come together in prayer for those in misfortune,
did death entrust its sacred weapons into these hands made bold by love?
You dealt death, victorious hands,
O sweet hands, gentle and innocent.
Listen, the moment is at hand;
I've collected my jewellery and a carriage is waiting.
But listen and laugh, first you will be shot
in pretence, with blanks. A fake execution. Fall down when they fire.
The soldiers will go,
then we'll be safe!
Off to Civitavecchia, and a fishing boat will take us away.
Away by sea.
- Free! - Free!
Away by sea.
Is there any grief left on earth?
Can you smell the scent of roses?
Doesn't it seem that everything is in love, waiting for dawn?
Death was bitter to me only because of you.
All the splendour of life comes from you.
Like the heat from a flame, you give me joy and desire.
In your eyes I shall see the heavens flash and darken,
and everything that's beautiful
will find its voice in you.
The love that kept you alive
will be our guide on land and sea.
It will give the world its beauty.
Then, united in heaven,
we shall vanish like fleecy clouds
high above the sea at sunset.
They still haven't come.
Remember, at the first shot you must fall at once.
Don't worry, I shall, and I'll make it look natural.
Take care not to hurt yourself.
With my stage skill I'd know how to move.
Speak to me again as you did before;
the sound of your voice is so sweet!
Together in exile, we'll spread our love across the world,
a harmony of colour,
a harmony of song!
In blissful passion, we tremble with hope reborn.
Together in harmony,
our souls fly to the ecstasy of love.
I'll close your eyes with a thousand kisses,
I'll call you by a thousand loving names.
It's time!
I'm ready!
Remember, fall at the first shot.
I Will.
Don't get up until I call.
No, my love.
Fall properly.
Just like Tosca onstage.
Don't laugh.
- Like this? - Like this.
It's so long to wait.
What's keeping them?
The sun has risen.
What's keeping them?
I know it's just a show.
But this anxiety seems to last for ever.
They're getting ready to fire.
How handsome my Mario is!
There, die!
What an artist!
Mario, don't move. They're going. Quiet!
They're going down now.
Don't move yet.
Quick, get up!
Mario! Quick, let's go. Get up, Mario!
Mario, Mario!
Dead?
Are you dead, Mario? To end like this!
Ah!
- Scarpia? - He's been stabbed!
It's Tosca! Don't let her escape!
It's her!
You'll pay dearly for his life!
With my own!
Scarpia, before God!