Tosca

At last

l was so terrified, every face looked like a policeman's

The stoup

The pillar

At the statue of Our Lady was what my sister wrote

Here's the key

And that's the chapel

Never finished washing

Every brush is dirtier than a poor priest's collar

Mister painter

Nobody there

l could have sworn Cavalier Cavaradossi was back

No, I'm mistaken. The basket hasn't been touched

Angelus Domini nuntiavit Mariae

Et concepit de Spiritu Sancto

Ecce ancilla Domini

Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum

Et verbum caro factum est et habitavit in nobis

- What are you doing? - Saying the Angelus

Heavens, it's her portrait

Whose?

The unknown woman who's been coming here to pray

Pious and devout

You're right. She was praying so fervently...

...that she didn't see me paint her lovely face

Get thee behind me, Satan

Give me the paints

What subtle harmony of different beauties

Floria, my passionate lover, is dark

Faith is not to be made fun of

You, unknown beauty, crowned with blonde tresses...

...your eyes are blue

Tosca's are dark

Mysteriously...

...art blends the two beauties together

But while l paint her...

...all my thoughts are of you

Tosca, of you

But there's nothing you can say to these filthy free-thinkers...

...enemies of the Holy See

Faith is not to be made fun of

No sign of repentance from any of them

It's better to make the sign of the cross

- I'm going, your lordship - As you wish

The basket's full. Are you fasting?

- lI'm not hungry - What a shame

Remember to close up when you go

Someone's there

Cavaradossi?

God has sent you

Don't you recognise me?

Has prison changed me so much?

Angelotti! Consul of the defunct Roman republic

I've just escaped from Castel Sant'Angelo

I'm ready to help you

- Mario - Hide

She's a jealous woman. I'll send her away in a moment

- Mario - Here l am

l can hardly stand up

There's food and wine in this basket

- Thank you - Hurry

Here l am

- Why was the door locked? - It's what the Sacristan wants

- Who were you talking to? - You

You were whispering something else. Where is she?

- Who? - Her! The woman

l heard hurried footsteps and rustling clothes

- You're imagining it - Do you deny it?

l deny it and l love you

In front of Our Lady

No, Mario, first let me pray to her and offer my flowers

Listen, I'm singing tonight, but it's a short performance

Wait for me at the stage door and we'll go off to your villa

Just us two

Tonight?

It's a full moon

The night-scented flowers will fill our hearts with love

Aren't you pleased?

Yes

- Say it again - Yes

Don't say it like that

Aren't you longing for our little house hidden in the trees?

Our secret love-nest full of love and mystery'

To be by your side, listening to the sounds of nature in the dark

At night, from the bushes and the scorched grass...

...from the depths of ruined tombs, smelling of thyme...

...come whispers of tiny loves and deceptive counsels

They make our hearts tender

Blossom, broad meadows blow, sea breezes

Sea breezes in the pale moonlight

Stary vaults, shower down desire

Tosca is on fire with love

You've caught me in your snare, my siren

Love is burning in Tosca's blood

My siren, I'll come

My love

Now leave me to work

- Are you chasing me away? - My work is urgent

I'm going

Who is that blonde woman up there?

- Mary Magdalene. Do you like it? - She's too pretty

- A nice compliment - Are you laughing?

I've seen those blue eyes before

The world is full of them

Wait...

- It's Marchesa Attavanti - Well done

Are you seeing her? Are you in love?

- It was mere chance - Those footsteps, those whispers

She was here just now

The flirt! To do this to me

l saw her yesterday, but only by chance

She came here to pray and l painted her unseen

- Swear it - l swear

She's staring at me

- She's making fun of me - Don't be foolish

Those eyes

What other eyes...

...could compare with your passionate dark eyes?

They are the centre of my whole being

Eyes that are gentle in love, bright in anger

What other eyes can compare with yours?

How practised you are in the art of winning love

But make her eyes dark

How jealous you are

Yes, l never stop tormenting you

But I'm sure you'll forgive me

But I'm sure you'll forgive me when you see how l suffer

Tosca, l adore you, l like everything about you...

- I'm sure you'll forgive me -...your anger and your love

Say those comforting words again

My anxious love, I'll always say, 'Floria, l love you'

Put your mind at rest, I'll always say, 'l love you'

How sinful! You've ruined my hair

Now leave me

Keep working until this evening

Promise me, whether by chance, whether blonde or brunette...

...no woman will come here to pray

l swear it, my love

- Go - How you hurry me

- Not again? - No, forgive me

- In front of Our Lady? - She's so good

But make her eyes dark

Tosca's a good woman, but she's a believer

She keeps nothing secret from her confessor

That's why l kept quiet

It's more prudent

- Are we alone? - Yes

What do you plan to do?

Depending on what happens, I'll either leave the state...

...or go into hiding in Rome

- My sister... - Marchesa Attavanti?

Yes, she hid some women's clothing under the altar there

Dress, veil, fan

When it gets dark I'll put them on

Now l understand

For a lovely young woman to be so anxious and pray so fervently...

...made me suspect a secret Iove-affair

Now l understand

It was a sister's love

She's risked everything to save me from the evil Scarpia

Scarpia?

A bigot, a satyr who uses religion to sharpen his lust

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

The daylight frightens me

Outside there's an open garden

Then a thicket runs past the fields to my villa

- l know it - Here's the key

I'll meet you there before dark. Take the clothes with you

Should l put them on?

There's no need yet, the path's deserted

Farewell

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

Halfway down there's an opening into a hiding-place

You'll be safe there

The castle cannon

They've discovered your escape

Now Scarpia will unleash his bloodhounds

- Farewell - I'll come with you

- We'll be on our guard - Someone's coming

If we're attacked we'll fight

Great rejoicing, your lordship

He's gone. What a shame

Annoying an unbeliever earns an indulgence

The whole choir, here, come quickly

- Where? - Into the sacristy

- What's happened? - Don't you know?

- Wicked Bonaparte... - Well?

He's been plucked, crushed and sent down to hell

- It can't be true - It's the truth

- The news has just arrived - Let's celebrate the victory

Tonight there will be a torch-lit procession

A gala at the Farnese Palace

A special new cantata with Floria Tosca

Hymns to the Lord in the churches

Off you go and get changed

Double pay! Te Deum and Gloria

Let's celebrate the victory. A torch-lit procession