Original subtitles

Tosca makes a good falcon!

I'm sure my bloodhounds are seizing their double prey right now.

Dawn tomorrow will see

Angelotti and Mario hanging from a noose.

Is Tosca in the palace?

A chamberlain has gone to find her.

Open up.

It is late.

The prima donna hasn't appeared yet.

Meanwhile they're scraping at gavottes.

Wait for Tosca at the entrance;

Tell her that I expect her when the cantata is over.

Or better...

Give her this message.

She will come...

because she loves her Mario!

Because she loves Mario...

she'll surrender to my wishes!

Such is the great misery

of great love.

A violent conquest has more flavour

than soft consent.

I find little satisfaction in sighs and milky lunar dawns

I hardly notice.

I cannot strum a guitar

or tell the future in flower petals,

nor make sheep's eyes

or coo like a dove!

I yearn!

When I want something,

I take my fill and throw it away.

Then turn to a new quarry.

God created different beauties, different wines.

I want to taste

as much as I can of that divine work.

- Spoletta is here. - Perfect timing!

How did the chase go?

(Help me, St Ignatius!)

We followed the lady.

When we got to an isolated villa,

she went in.

But soon came out alone.

I jumped over the wall with the dogs

and burst into the house...

Well done, Spoletta!

I sniffed around, searched...

- Angelotti? - Couldn't be found.

You fool! Traitor!

To the gallows!

Jesus!

- The painter was there... - Cavaradossi?

He knows where the man's hiding.

Every gesture,

every word was so mocking,

that I arrested him!

That's a bit better!

- He's there. - "The human voice rises and ascends..."

- Show the Cavalier in. - "through the vast firmament"

- Bring me Roberti and the Judge. - "to the heavens."

"To the unknown eternity..."

Such violence!

- Please, take a seat. - "As the prophets foretold,"

- I want to know why... - Be seated. - "It reaches Him,"

- I'll stand. - As you wish! - "the King of Kings!"

"This song is for the Lord."

- You are aware that a prisoner... - "To you!"

- Her voice! - "This hymn of glory flies to you."

You are aware that a prisoner escaped

from Castel Sant'Angelo today.

No.

Yet it seems that you

let him into Sant'Andrea

and gave him food and clothing.

Lies!

You led him to your house outside the city.

I deny it. What proof have you?

A loyal subject...

Come to the point. Who's accusing me?

Your agents searched the villa in vain.

Which shows he's well hidden.

A spy's suspicions!

He laughed while we searched...

And I'm still laughing!

This is a place for tears!

Be careful.

That's enough.

Answer.

- Where is Angelotti? - I don't know!

- Do you deny giving him food? - I deny it!

- And clothes? - I deny it!

And that he's hiding at your villa?

I deny it.

Think carefully:

this stubbornness is not wise.

A confession will save you a great deal of suffering!

Take my advice:

tell me where Angelotti is.

I don't know!

For the last time, where is he?

I don't know!

(He's inviting a whipping!)

(Here she is!)

Mario, what are you doing here?

(Say nothing of what you saw, or you'll kill me!)

Mario Cavaradossi,

the Judge awaits your testimony!

First the usual procedures.

Then as I instruct.

Now let's have a chat like old friends.

You don't need to look so alarmed.

I'm not at all alarmed.

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, alone.

Such passion!

Afraid that you'll betray yourself?

Sciarrone: what does the Cavalier say?

He denies it.

Let's persevere.

It's pointless!

We'll see.

So one has to lie

to please you?

No, but the truth could cut short

a very painful time for him.

A painful time?

What's happening in that room?

The law must take its course!

Oh my God, what's happening?

Your love is bound hand and foot,

with a band around his temples.

At each denial, it spurts blood

without mercy!

It's not true, you sneering demon!

Ah!

Is that a groan? Show some mercy!

It's up to you to save him!

Very well... but stop it!

Sciarrone, loosen him!

Completely?

Completely!

Now for the truth.

Let me see him!

No!

Mario!

Tosca!

Are they still torturing you?

No. Be strong. Say nothing.

I scorn pain.

Now, Tosca, speak.

I don't know anything!

Was that not enough? Then we will resume!

- No, stop. - Will you speak?

No, no! You beast,

you're torturing him.

You're killing him!

Your silence is torturing him

far more.

Are you laughing at this pain?

Tosca was never more tragic on stage.

Open the doors so she can hear him cry out.

I defy you!

- Harder! Harder! - I defy you!

- Speak... - What can I say?

- Then leave... - I know nothing! Must I lie?

- Tell me where Angelotti is. - No! No!

- Talk then go! Where is he hidden? - I cannot bear it!

- Then talk! Where is he? - What a horror!

Stop the torture! It's too much to bear!

I can't take any more.

Ah!

Mario, will you let me speak?

No! No!

Listen, I can't take any more.

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...

"Judex ergo cum sedebit quidquid latet apparebit...

- Yes, my soul is being tortured! - "nil inultum remanebit."

"Quid sum miser tunc dicturus

quem patronum rogaturus

cum vix justus fit securus."

Ah!...

In the well in the garden!

- Is that where Angelotti is? - Yes.

That's enough, Roberti.

- He's fainted. - Murderer! I want to see him.

Bring him in.

Floria!

My love.

Is it you?

How you've suffered, my love.

But God is righteous and will punish him.

Tosca, did you say anything?

No, my love.

Truly?

No.

In the well in the garden. Go, Spoletta.

- You betrayed me! - Mario!

- Curse you! - Mario!

- Such news, sir! - What's up with you?

- News of defeat... - What defeat? How? When?

- At Marengo... - Tartaruga! - Bonaparte has won!

- And Melas? - No! Melas is in retreat!

Victory!

Victory!

The day of vengeance has dawned

to make the wicked tremble!

Liberty arises and tyrannies crumble!

Mario, be quiet, have pity on me!

- My excruciating suffering... - Brave!

- Has turned to joy. - Have pity! - Yell out! - Shut up!

- Your heart trembles, - You couldn't wait to expose...

- Scarpia, you hangman! - the guilt within your soul!

- Don't listen! Have mercy! - You're a dead man, on your way!

- Hangman! - Have pity on me! - Go! Take him away!

Go, death awaits you!

Ah!

Mario! I want to go with you!

You remain here!

Save him!

Me? Only you can.

My poor supper was interrupted.

So downhearted?

Come along, sit here.

A way to save him?

To revive your spirits.

How much?

- How much? - Your price!

Yes, I'm said to be mercenary!

But I don't sell myself to a pretty woman

for money, no, no!

For a pretty woman,

I don't sell myself for money.

If I must betray what I've sworn,

I want a different kind of payment.

I've waited for this moment!

I've been consumed by love for the Diva!

But just now I saw you

as I've never seen you before!

Your tears were a fire to my senses

And when you looked at me with hatred,

it inflamed my desire!

Lithe as a leopard,

you clung to your lover.

At that moment I swore you'd be mine!

- Ah! - Yes, I will have you!

I'd sooner throw myself out!

Mario is still my hostage!

What a vile bargain!

I won't use violence.

You are free to go.

Go ahead.

But your hope is misplaced:

The Queen would be pardoning a corpse!

How you hate me!

God!

That's how I want you!

Don't touch me, demon! I hate you!

You're depraved, vile!

What's the difference?

Aching with hate or aching with love!

- Vile! - Mine!

- Help! - Mine!

Help!

Hear that? It's the drum. It goes off.

Leading the condemned men on their last journey.

Time is passing.

Do you know what dark business is going on?

They're raising a scaffold.

Depending on you, your Mario

has only an hour left to live.

I have lived for art and for love.

I have never harmed a living soul.

Anonymously, I've helped

anyone I've ever known in distress.

My sincere prayers

have always risen

to the holy tabernacles.

I've given flowers for the altars

with sincere faith.

In my hour of grief,

why, my Lord,

why do you repay me like this?

I've given jewels for Our Lady's cloak.

I've offered my songs to the stars

and heaven smiled.

In my hour of grief,

why, my Lord,

why do you repay me like this?

Decide!

No!

Careful... time is fleeting!

Must I beg at your feet?

Look,

I stretch out my hands in prayer to you!

I implore you,

grant a merciful word to one

who has been vanquished.

You are too beautiful, Tosca,

and too loving.

I concede.

A miserable bargain.

You ask me for a life,

I ask you for a moment.

Away! You revolt me! Go!

Who's there?

Excellency, when we got there, Angelotti killed himself.

String his corpse up on the gibbet!

- And the other prisoner? - Cavaradossi?

Everything's ready.

(God help me!)

Wait.

Well?

- Listen... - But I want him freed at once.

We'll have to pretend. I can't be openly merciful.

Everyone must think he's dead.

- This trustworthy man will see to it. - How can I be sure?

I'll give the order in your presence.

Spoletta: close the door.

I've changed my mind.

The prisoner will be shot.

Wait, the way we did with Count Palmieri.

- An execution... - In appearance! As happened with Palmieri.

- Do you understand? - I understand. - Go.

I want to tell him myself.

Remember: at 4 o'clock.

Just like Palmieri.

I've kept my promise...

Not yet.

I want a safe conduct

to leave the state with him.

Do you mean to leave?

Yes, for ever!

As you wish.

Which route do you choose?

The shortest!

Civitavecchia?

Yes.

Tosca, at last you're mine.

Curse you!

- This is Tosca's kiss! - Help! I'm dying!

Help! I'm dying!

Help! Help!

- Are you choking on your blood? - Help! Help! I'm dying!

- Killed by a woman!... - Help!

- You tortured me too much! - Help! I'm dying!

Can you still hear! Speak!...

Look! It's Tosca! O Scarpia!

Help, help!

Are you choking on your blood?

I'm dying!

Die in damnation! Die!

I'm dying!

I'm dying!

He's dead.

Now I forgive him.

Rome used to tremble before him!