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Here, at last!

In my terror I saw police everywhere!

The holy water, the column....

"At the feet of the Madonna," my sister wrote.

"At the feet of the Madonna," my sister wrote.

Here is the key! And there is the chapel.

Always more paintbrushes to clean!

And they're dirtier...

...than the collar of a poor country priest!

Sir, is that you? No, it's no one.

I thought I heard the painter Cavaradossi come back.

I was wrong. His lunch hasn't been touched.

The angel of the Lord declared...

Hail Mary, full of grace....

- What are you doing? - Reciting the Angelus.

- What are you doing? - Reciting the Angelus.

That's her! It's her portrait!

Whose?

The woman who's been here the past few mornings.

The woman who's been here the past few mornings.

The one who's been praying so devoutly.

It's true. She was engrossed in her prayers.

I painted her lovely face without her noticing me.

Away, you Satan! Away!

Away, you Satan! Away!

Hand me my paints.

Such mysterious harmony between contrasting beauties!

Such mysterious harmony between contrasting beauties!

My own darling Floria has dark hair.

(Laugh with your friends, but don't paint the saints!)

And you, my unknown beauty, are crowned with golden hair.

And you, my unknown beauty, are crowned with golden hair.

While your eyes are blue, my Tosca's eyes are dark.

(Jest with the heathens, but leave the saints alone!)

(Jest with the heathens, but leave the saints alone!)

Art, in its mysterious way, has blended both beauties into one.

But no matter whom I paint...

...my thoughts are of only one woman.

I have vowed my love only to you!

I have vowed my love only to you!

Tosca! Only you!

Rebels like him are enemies of our royalist government.

But there's no use talking to them.

Laugh with the heathens, but leave the saints alone.

They'll never repent, not one of them.

It's best to just make the sign of the cross.

It's best to just make the sign of the cross.

- Sir, I'm leaving. - As you wish.

You didn't eat. Are you fasting?

- I'm not hungry. - What a pity!

Lock the door when you leave.

It's you! Cavaradossi! Heaven has sent you to me!

It's you! Cavaradossi! Heaven has sent you to me!

You don't recognize me? Has prison changed me so much?

Angelotti! The Consul of our defeated republic!

I escaped from the Castel Sant'Angelo.

Tell me what I can do.

Mario!

Hide! It's my jealous sweetheart!

I'll send her away.

I'm so exhausted I can't stand.

Take this food and wine.

Mario! Mario!

I'm here.

- Why did you lock the door? - The sacristan asked me to.

- Why did you lock the door? - The sacristan asked me to.

Who were you talking to? I heard you whispering.

Where is she? I heard footsteps and the rustle of her dress.

- You're dreaming.... - Do you deny it?

I love only you.

Not in front of the Madonna.

First let me pray to her and offer her flowers.

Listen...I'm performing tonight, but it will end early.

Listen...I'm performing tonight, but it will end early.

Meet me, and we'll go to your villa and be alone, all alone.

This evening?

There will be a full moon and a night perfumed with flowers...

...a night of ecstasy.

...a night of ecstasy.

Aren't you pleased?

Very.

- Say it again! - Very much!

You're not very convincing.

Don't you long for our little villa...

Don't you long for our little villa...

...hidden in the woods?

Our secret nest, full of love and mystery.

Side by side, in the starry darkness...

...we'll hear all the voices of nature.

The woods, the brambles, the tall grasses...

...and the deserted graveyard, fragrant with the scent of thyme.

...and the deserted graveyard, fragrant with the scent of thyme.

Everything in the night murmurs of love.

It seduces every heart.

Let the fields burst into flower!

Let the fields burst into flower!

Let the mists mingle with the moonlit dawn!

Rain down, fiery stars!

Tosca is burning with love!

You've captured me, my siren!

Tosca's heart is burning with love!

My siren, I'll join you.

Oh, my love!

Oh, my love!

Now be on your way.

- Do I have to? - I must return to my work.

I'm going.

Who is that blonde woman?

Mary Magdalene. Do you like her?

She's too pretty!

Such praise!

I've seen these blue eyes before.

The world is full of them.

Wait. I know her....

It's the Marchesa Attavanti!

You've met her? Does she love you? Do you love her?

You've met her? Does she love you? Do you love her?

Those footsteps, that whispering! She was just here!

I saw her yesterday, purely by chance.

She came here to pray, and unnoticed, I painted her.

She came here to pray, and unnoticed, I painted her.

You swear?

I swear!

How her eyes stare at me!

- Come now.... - She's laughing at me.

Nonsense!

Oh, those eyes....

What, in all the world, could compare to your dark, burning eyes?

My whole life is bound up in those eyes of yours.

Eyes so soft in love...

...so fierce in anger.

What, in all the world, could compare to your dark eyes?

Oh, you know how to make me love you.

But...

...paint her eyes dark!

...paint her eyes dark!

My jealous darling....

Yes, I know I torture you.

My jealous one....

But I know you'll forgive me.

But I know you'll forgive me.

You'd forgive my jealousy if you understood how much I suffer.

Tosca, my darling, I love everything about you.

Tosca, my darling, I love everything about you.

Say those loving words again and again. Reassure me.

My life...my anxious darling, I'll say these words forever.

Floria, I love you.

Set your uneasy heart at rest.

I'll say it forever: I love you!

We're forgetting we're in church!

And you've messed my hair.

Please, time to go.

Work here until tonight.

Promise me that no woman, blonde or dark, will come here to pray.

I swear it, my love. Now go.

I swear it, my love. Now go.

What's the hurry?

Pardon me.

In front of the Madonna?

She's so forgiving.

But remember, make her eyes dark!

My Tosca is very devout. She tells her confessor everything.

My Tosca is very devout. She tells her confessor everything.

So it was safer to keep quiet.

- We're alone? - Yes, what do you plan to do?

I must flee the country, or hide here in Rome.

- My sister... - The Marchesa Attavanti?

Yes, she hid women's clothes for me in the chapel.

Yes, she hid women's clothes for me in the chapel.

A dress, veil, and fan.

When night falls, I'll leave in disguise.

Now I understand her guarded look and fervent prayers.

I had suspected the young beauty had a secret love.

I had suspected the young beauty had a secret love.

Now I understand.

It was a sister's love!

She has risked everything to save me from Scarpia.

That hypocrite! That lecher!

He hides his vile lust behind his false piety.

The confessor and the hangman are his agents.

Even if it costs me my life, I'll save you!

But it's too dangerous to wait until dark.

But it's too dangerous to wait until dark.

But now? In the daylight?

The chapel path leads to a garden. Beyond it you'll find my villa.

- I know it. - Here's the key.

I'll join you there by evening. Take the clothes your sister left.

- Should I wear them? - No, no one will see you now.

If you're in danger, go to the garden well.

Halfway down you'll find an opening that leads to a small cave.

Halfway down you'll find an opening that leads to a small cave.

You'll be safe there.

- The fortress cannon! - They've discovered your escape.

Scarpia will unleash his bloodhounds.

- Goodbye. - I'll go with you.

The battle has begun!

Wonderful news, your Excellency!

Oh, he's gone. Too bad.

Whoever can irritate a heathen is doubly blessed!

Choirboys, listen!

Did you hear about that villain Bonaparte?

He's been crushed and sent to the devil!

We don't believe it!

It's true!

I just heard the news.

Let's celebrate!

There'll be a torchlight procession tonight at the Farnese Palace.

And a new cantata, performed by Floria Tosca.

And a new cantata, performed by Floria Tosca.

And in the churches, hymns to the Lord.

Go on now, get ready.

Double pay! Te Deum, Gloria! Long live the King!

Let's celebrate the victory!

Such an uproar in church? Show some respect!

Your Excellency, we were celebrating....

Get ready for the Te Deum.

Get ready for the Te Deum.

You! Take a few men and search every corner.

Watch the doors. But don't arouse suspicion.

And now for you. Be careful how you answer.

A prisoner of the state has escaped from the Castel Sant'Angelo.

A prisoner of the state has escaped from the Castel Sant'Angelo.

- He hid here... - Lord have mercy!

...and he may still be here. Show us the Attavanti chapel.

Why, it's unlocked!

Someone must have another key!

That's a valuable clue.

Let's see....

Firing that cannon was a mistake.

The criminal has fled.

But he left behind a precious clue.

A fan!

So he had an accomplice in his escape.

The Marchesa Attavanti! It's her coat of arms.

Her portrait! Who painted that?

Cavalier Cavaradossi.

(Heavens! The basket!)

He is Tosca's lover. A political suspect, a rebel!

- It's empty! - What is it? Speak up!

They found this basket in the chapel....

- You recognize it? - Certainly.

It belongs to the painter, but--

Tell me what you know.

I had left a delicious lunch in it for him.

I had left a delicious lunch in it for him.

Well, he ate it.

In the chapel? He had no key.

Besides, he wasn't hungry. So I set it aside for myself.

It's clear now. The sacristan's lunch went to Angelotti.

Tosca!

Now I'll reduce a jealous woman to despair.

Now I'll reduce a jealous woman to despair.

Iago used a handkerchief. I have a fan!

The painter Cavaradossi disappeared, just like magic.

Did Mario deceive me?

No, he couldn't be unfaithful!

My divine Tosca, my hand awaits yours.

Not in courtship...

...but to offer you holy water.

...but to offer you holy water.

You set a noble example for us.

Your singing makes the heavens resound.

And the religious fervor of your art revives our faith.

And the religious fervor of your art revives our faith.

Devout women are rare. Though the stage is your life...

...you still come to church to pray.

What are you implying?

Not like some brazen women who resemble Mary Magdalene...

Not like some brazen women who resemble Mary Magdalene...

...and come here to meet their lovers!

What proof do you have?

Is this fan a painter's tool?

Where did you get it?

It was there on that platform.

Someone disturbed the lovers.

As she fled, she dropped her fan.

This coat of arms belongs to that Attavanti woman!

Just as I suspected!

(My plan is working.)

And I was just coming to give him the sad news...

...that we've lost our night of love.

His devoted Tosca is a captive.

His devoted Tosca is a captive.

(My poison is already working.)

A captive of tonight's celebration.

(Yes, my plan is working.)

What's wrong, sweet lady?

A rebel tear is running down your lovely cheek.

What is it, dear lady?

Nothing.

I would give my life to dry that tear.

While I'm here weeping, he's in another woman's arms, mocking me!

(The poison strikes!)

Where are they?

If I could catch them together....

To think that he shares his villa with two lovers....

The traitor!

My love nest, defiled! I'll surprise them there!

You won't have him tonight! I swear it!

You won't have him tonight! I swear it!

In church!

God will forgive me.

He sees that I'm weeping.

Three men and a carriage--hurry!

Follow her. Don't let her see you.

Follow her. Don't let her see you.

Very well. Where shall we meet?

The Farnese Palace.

Go, Tosca!

Scarpia is now lodged in your heart!

Go, Tosca!

Scarpia has unleashed a falcon-- your wild jealousy.

Your quick suspicion holds great promise.

Your quick suspicion holds great promise.

Scarpia is now lodged in your heart.

Go, Tosca!

Our help is in the name of the Lord, He who made heaven and earth.

I have two prizes in mind.

And the head of that rebel is not the most precious one!

And the head of that rebel is not the most precious one!

I want to see those flaming, triumphant eyes of hers...

...soften as she trembles with love.

Trembles in my arms!

Trembles in my arms!

Both of them shall be mine.

Her lover, on the gallows. And she, in my arms!

We praise Thee, O God.

We acknowledge Thee to be the Lord!

Tosca, you make me forget God!

Everlasting Father...

Everlasting Father...

...all the earth doth worship Thee!

Tosca makes a good falcon.

By now, my bloodhounds have their fangs in our prey.

At dawn, Angelotti and Mario will hang from the gallows!

At dawn, Angelotti and Mario will hang from the gallows!

Is Tosca at the palace?

They just sent for her.

It's getting late.

Our diva still hasn't arrived for her performance.

Meanwhile, they're scraping away at a gavotte.

Meanwhile, they're scraping away at a gavotte.

Wait for Tosca at the entrance.

Tell her I expect her after the cantata.

Or better still....

Give her this note.

She'll come...

...for love of her Mario.

For love of her Mario, she'll surrender to my desire.

Such are the miserable rewards of true love.

Violent conquest is far more exciting than gentle consent.

Violent conquest is far more exciting than gentle consent.

I care nothing for sighs and milky, moonlit dawns.

I can't coax sweet chords from a guitar.

I can't make sheep's eyes, or coo like a turtledove.

I can't make sheep's eyes, or coo like a turtledove.

I lust! Then I pursue the object of my desire.

I satisfy myself, throw her aside, and turn to new conquests.

God created different beauties, different wines.

I want to taste as many divine creations as I can!

- Spoletta is here. - Just in time.

How was the hunt?

(Help me, Saint Ignatius!)

We followed the lady to a villa hidden in the woods.

We followed the lady to a villa hidden in the woods.

She entered, then came out alone.

I climbed over the garden wall and entered the house.

Good work, Spoletta!

I sniffed. I rummaged. I searched.

- And Angelotti? - Not a trace!

Dog! Traitor! You'll hang!

- The painter was there. - Cavaradossi?

He knows where Angelotti is hiding.

His mocking words gave him away. So I arrested him.

His mocking words gave him away. So I arrested him.

That's better.

He's outside.

Bring the gentleman in.

And send in Roberti and the judge.

This is an outrage!

Sir, please be seated.

- Why am I here? - Sit down.

I'm waiting.

You know that a prisoner...

Tosca's voice!

You know that a prisoner escaped from the Castel Sant'Angelo.

You met him in the church and gave him food and clothing.

You met him in the church and gave him food and clothing.

Lies!

Then you took him to your villa.

I deny it! Your proof?

A faithful subject.

The facts--who accuses me?

Your men searched my villa and found no one.

That means he's well hidden.

The suspicions of your spy!

He laughed while we searched.

And I'm still laughing!

This is a place for tears!

Be careful!

Enough of this! You will talk!

Where is Angelotti?

I don't know.

You deny giving him food and hiding him in your villa?

You deny giving him food and hiding him in your villa?

I deny it all!

It's foolish to be so stubborn.

A quick confession will save you a great deal of pain.

I advise you to tell me.

Where is Angelotti?

I don't know.

For the last time, where is he?

I don't know.

(The noose is tightening.)

(Don't tell them anything or they'll kill me!)

(Don't tell them anything or they'll kill me!)

Mario Cavaradossi, the judge awaits your testimony.

The usual procedures first. Then...as I instruct.

The usual procedures first. Then...as I instruct.

Now let's talk like good friends.

Don't look so frightened.

Don't look so frightened.

I'm not frightened in the least.

What about that fan?

Just foolish jealousy.

The Attavanti woman wasn't at the villa?

No, he was alone.

You're quite sure of that?

Nothing escapes a jealous woman. He was alone!

- Indeed? - Alone, yes!

Such a fiery outburst! As if you're afraid you'll reveal something.

Such a fiery outburst! As if you're afraid you'll reveal something.

Sciarrone, what does the gentleman say?

Nothing.

- Let's insist! - It's useless.

That remains to be seen.

So we have to lie to please you?

The truth could shorten a very painful hour for him.

The truth could shorten a very painful hour for him.

A painful hour? What do you mean? What's going on in that room?

The law must be enforced.

Oh God! What are you doing to him?

Your lover is bound hand and foot...

...with a spiked ring around his head!

With each denial it tightens, ruthlessly drawing spurts of blood!

It's not true! You're gloating, you demon!

Have mercy! Mercy!

- It's up to you to save him. - All right! But put a stop to it now.

Sciarrone, loosen his bonds.

Completely?

Completely.

Now the truth.

Let me see him.

Mario....

Tosca!

Are they still torturing you?

No, be brave. Say nothing!

I scoff at pain.

Now, Tosca, speak.

I don't know anything.

You haven't had enough? Roberti, continue!

Monster! You're torturing him.

You'll kill him!

Your silence will torture him far more!

You laugh at his pain?

Tosca was never more tragic on the stage!

Open the door so she can hear him scream.

I defy you!

Harder! Harder!

I know nothing. Must I lie?

Where is Angelotti?

Where is Angelotti?

- I can't bear it! - Just tell me where he's hiding!

Stop torturing him! No one can stand so much suffering!

I can't bear any more!

I can't bear any more!

Mario, will you let me speak?

I can't stand any more.

You fool! What do you know? What could you tell them?

You fool! What do you know? What could you tell them?

Silence him!

What have I ever done to you?

You're torturing me as well!

You're torturing my very soul.

You're torturing my very soul.

"Nothing will go unpunished on Judgment Day."

- In the garden well.... - Angelotti is there?

Enough, Roberti.

- He's fainted. - You murderer!

I want to see him.

Bring him here.

Floria!

My love.

Is it you?

Is it you?

How you've suffered, my darling.

But the good Lord will punish him.

Tosca, did you talk?

No, my love.

In the garden well...get him!

In the garden well...get him!

You betrayed me! Damn you!

- Baron, terrible news! - What now?

- We've been defeated! - How? Where?

Bonaparte has won at Marengo!

- General Melas? - Melas is retreating!

Victory!

A new day has dawned! Let the wicked tremble!

Freedom is reborn, and tyranny crumbles!

Mario, stop, I beg you!

I suffered your tortures, and still I rejoice!

I suffered your tortures, and still I rejoice!

- Your insults only prove your guilt! - Tremble, Scarpia! A fine executioner!

Go to the gallows!

You're a dead man!

Mario, Mario! My love!

You stay!

Save him.

I? You.

My poor dinner was interrupted.

Why so distraught? Come, dear lady, sit down.

Together, let's try to find a way to save him.

Together, let's try to find a way to save him.

Let's talk it over.

Meanwhile, have a sip.

A nice Spanish wine.

A little sip to cheer you.

A little sip to cheer you.

How much?

Your price!

Yes, they say I can be bought.

But I won't sell myself to a beautiful woman.

But I won't sell myself to a beautiful woman.

Not for money.

No matter how beautiful, money wouldn't suffice.

If I'm to betray my oath, I want a richer reward.

This is the moment I've been waiting for!

I was already consumed by my love for you, my diva.

I was already consumed by my love for you, my diva.

But just now, I saw you as I've never seen you before.

Your tears ignited my passion.

And your blazing look of hatred only inflamed my desire!

And your blazing look of hatred only inflamed my desire!

Lithe as a leopard, you clung to your lover.

In that moment, I swore you'd be mine!

Yes, I'll have you!

I'd rather kill myself!

Then I'll keep Mario as my hostage.

What a horrible bargain!

I'll do you no violence.

You're free. Leave.

But you hope in vain.

The Queen won't be able to pardon a corpse.

- How you hate me! - Oh, God!

- How you hate me! - Oh, God!

This is how I want you!

You won't touch me, you demon. I despise you!

What's the difference? Spasms of hate or spasms of love!

Do you hear that? The last call to the condemned men.

Time is short, and terrible work is being done out there.

They're preparing the gallows!

Because of you, your Mario has only an hour to live.

I have lived for art.

I have lived for art.

I have lived for love.

I have never harmed a living soul.

Whenever I saw misfortune, I quietly offered help.

I was always sincere in my faith.

I prayed with true devotion at the holy tabernacles.

I gave flowers to place upon the altars.

I gave flowers to place upon the altars.

Now in my hour of grief, Lord, why do You repay me this way?

Now in my hour of grief, Lord, why do You repay me this way?

I gave my jewels to adorn the Madonna's robes.

I sang to the stars and the heavens shone more brightly.

In my hour of grief, Lord, why do You repay me this way?

Why do You repay me this way?

Look....

I hold out my hands to you!

I hold out my hands to you!

I wait for one word of mercy from you. Defeated, I wait....

You're too beautiful, Tosca, and too loving to resist.

My price is small.

While you ask for his life, I ask only for a moment.

Get away! You disgust me!

Angelotti killed himself before we could take him.

Then hang his dead body from the gallows!

- And the other one? - Cavaradossi?

We're ready for him, sir.

God help me!

Wait....

Well?

But I want him freed immediately!

I can't pardon him openly.

We must make it look as if he's dead.

This man will take care of it.

How can I trust you?

I'll give him his orders in your presence.

I'll give him his orders in your presence.

I've changed my mind.

Have the prisoner shot.

Just as we did with Count Palmieri.

A mock execution. Just like Palmieri. Understand?

I want to tell Mario myself.

I'll give her a pass.

Remember, at dawn....

Yes, just like Palmieri.

- I've kept my promise. - Not yet.

- I've kept my promise. - Not yet.

I want safe conduct to leave the country with him.

You want to go away?

Yes, forever.

You'll have your wish.

- Which route will you take? - The shortest.

- Which route will you take? - The shortest.

- Civitavecchia? - Yes.

Tosca, at last you're mine!

That is Tosca's kiss!

Are you choking on your own blood?

Are you choking on your own blood?

- I'm dying! - Yes, killed by a woman!

- Help me! - After you've tortured me?

Can you still hear me?

Look at me...it's Tosca!

You're choking on the blood of those you tortured.

Die, and be damned! Die!

Die, and be damned! Die!

He's dead.

Now I forgive him.

And all Rome trembled before him.

I send you loving sighs.

So many, oh, so many.

As many as there are leaves.

All the leaves that rustle in the wind.

Yet you spurn me and I'm brokenhearted.

Oh, light of my life, I'd die for you.

Oh, light of my life, I'd die for you.

Mario Cavaradossi....

You have an hour. A priest is here, if you want him.

You have an hour. A priest is here, if you want him.

No, but I have one last favor to ask.

I leave behind someone very dear to me.

Let me write a short note to her.

This ring is the only possession I have left.

If you promise to give her my last farewell, it's yours.

Write.

How the stars would shine there...

...and how sweet the earth smelled. The garden gate would creak open...

...and I would hear her footsteps on the path.

She'd enter, fragrant as a flower...

...and fall into my arms.

Oh, sweet kisses, lingering caresses.

Oh, sweet kisses, lingering caresses.

Trembling, I would slowly uncover her dazzling beauty.

Now my dream of love has vanished forever.

Now my dream of love has vanished forever.

My last hour has flown...

...and I die in despair!

Never have I loved life more!

"Safe conduct for Floria Tosca and the gentleman accompanying her."

You're free!

Scarpia, granting a pardon?

It would be his first merciful act.

- And his last! - What do you mean?

He demanded your life, or my love. My pleas were useless.

He demanded your life, or my love. My pleas were useless.

In terror, I turned to the Virgin and the saints.

The monster said, "The scaffold has already raised its arms to heaven!"

The drums were rolling, and the monster was laughing!

He was ready to seize his victim.

"Will you be mine?"

I promised him I would yield to his lust.

Nearby, a knife blade glinted.

Nearby, a knife blade glinted.

He wrote the letter of safe conduct.

Then he approached for that horrible embrace.

And I plunged the blade into his heart!

You killed him with your own hands? You, so devout, so gentle?

My hands were soaked with his blood.

Sweet hands, so gentle and pure, made for pious deeds...

Sweet hands, so gentle and pure, made for pious deeds...

...meant to caress children, and to gather roses...

...to clasp in prayer against misfortune.

Yet love made you strong.

And you wielded the sacred weapons of justice.

You killed! Oh, victorious hands!

Sweet hands, so gentle and innocent.

Listen, there's not much time.

Listen, there's not much time.

I've gathered my gold and jewels, and a carriage is waiting.

But first there's to be a firing squad with empty guns. A fake execution.

When they shoot, fall down. Then the soldiers will leave.

When they shoot, fall down. Then the soldiers will leave.

And we'll be saved!

We'll board a ship and escape by sea.

- Free.... - Free!

Away by sea!

All grief is ended now.

Can't you smell the scent of the roses?

It's as though the whole world were in love, and waiting for sunrise.

Facing death was a torment...

...only because of my love for you.

You give life its splendor, its joy and desire.

You give life its splendor, its joy and desire.

I see the very heavens blaze and darken in your eyes.

You give every beautiful thing a voice and a color.

You give every beautiful thing a voice and a color.

My love saved your life.

Now, that love shall be our guide.

It will make the world seem beautiful again.

Together, we'll travel across the globe...

...and disappear into the sunset, like floating clouds.

Now remember....

Now remember....

The moment they shoot, you must fall at once.

I'll fall right away, just as you said.

Just be careful.

As an actress, I'd know how to do it.

Speak to me as you did before.

The sound of your voice is so sweet.

Our love will soar above the world like a dazzling rainbow.

Triumphant, our souls will blaze with new hope.

We'll take to the heavens in harmonious flight.

Our souls will soar in the ecstasy of love.

Our souls will soar in the ecstasy of love.

I'll close your eyes with a thousand kisses.

And I'll call you by a thousand loving names.

- It's time. - I'm ready.

Remember, fall down at the first shot.

Don't get up until I call you.

And fall properly.

Like Tosca onstage!

- Don't laugh! - Like this?

What a long wait!

What's keeping them?

What's keeping them?

It's almost dawn.

Why are they still delaying?

It's a farce. I know that.

Yet this agony seems endless.

They're ready now.

How handsome my Mario is!

Now, fall! What an actor!

Mario, don't move.

They're still leaving. Keep still.

Don't move yet.

Quick, get up, Mario.

Dead! Dead! How could it end like this?

Tosca, you'll pay for Scarpia's life!

With my own!

Scarpia! We will meet before God!