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Tigre Reale by G. Verga
Directed by Piero Fosco [Giovanni Pastrone]
A party at the Palazzo de Rancy
Here is the Russian countess!
She who drove her last lover to his death...
You want me to introduce you to the Countess Natka?
Gladly, but be careful. I won't be responsible!
Giorgio La Ferlita, Attaché to the Embassy.
The Countess Natka Bolkonski.
Every dance is reserved.
But the high spirited Countess still offers her book.
"Crossed out" is Major Guidoni, the famous swordsman.
She made sure to know which of the two men
had paid with his life as on a whim of the Roman circus?
Dawn
Convalescence
I love you! I'm leaving, goodbye.
The Countess didn't leave word of where she was going.
She took the train for the south.
But soon Giorgio had lost track...
and returned with a certain Palmira.
One day... and Giorgio thought no more of you...
But a few days later...
Come tonight. She will be there.
But the evening was at an end
and the amorous, budding Machiavelli, the fine diplomat...
had drawn a blank.
Why don't you show up any more?
My permission? Granted, granted.
Come Friday evening.
Thos. Cook & Son
Packaged Tour Itineraries
Of course it wouldn't be advice if you followed it;
but if a pleasure cruise doesn't appeal to you
ask for a posting to the Embassy in Washington
or Peking.
Friday at Countess Natka's
Giorgio, my friend, I'm beginning to suspect
that you are cutting rather a ridiculous figure.
Come on, head home...
You no. Stay.
Oh! What torture, to lie all evening...
I've kept you because I know you're a tolerable pianist,
and music will drive away my headache.
Do you want to kill yourself? Half undressed in the cold night air.
What does it matter to you!
How cruel you are. We're alone at night.
amid the rustling leaves and the pale light of the stars.
If you could only see how beautiful you are!
- Really? - How much I love you!
Who? You?
And the persistent laughter and convulsive coughing
so shake her fragile body that she staggers and falls...
Believe me. Go back.
You'll kill yourself like this!
And Natka is as docile and obedient
as a little girl.
And in the quiet warmth Natka finds comfort.
I love you! I'm leaving, goodbye.
Do you feel better?
If I was courteous to you, be the same with me.
Please write what I tell you as if you'd thought of it yourself,
like a memory of this evening we've spent
playing Romeo and Juliet.
Write: I love you, I'm leaving, go...
It's pointless because I already wrote it last time.
You! You, then! How you know how to lie!
Would you like me to be your lover? For me to give myself to you,
tomorrow, tonight, coldly, deliberately?
Without love? Would you like...?
Oh? How I understand that one can kill oneself
to escape your fatal charm!
You who will kill yourself... You who love me as much as you say
having a joyful ride with some happy girlie?
I won't excuse you, now it's late... You must know!
Sit down!
I have loved... once.
He was a rebel, a Polish student. The police sought him.
He hated me because I was of the ruling class.
There was an abyss between us... and dizziness overwhelmed us.
My husband doesn't love me, He was away. Then returned.
He knew. I had to follow him.
Dolski not meeting me again searched for me
He was deported! I knew. I thought I'd die...
He was gone... I fled...
I went on alone.
And when at last, I reached him...
I knew that he had had a DISTRACTION... like you!
And like a mad thing I rode on and on...
Even that man loved me, in his own way
in the manner of you others...
He broke the ban at the cost of his life.
At that moment I couldn't forgive the man,
who was killing me for not having the least self respect for his crime.
And four days he remained so and four nights.
and his wailing was like that of a lost dog.
Pay him!
Do it! It's fine!
When I left the bed I was consumptive. He was dead, I was still dying.
And that is love!
Tell me at least... That which you wrote me...
You thought of it then?
Good night.
The countess paid for her moonlight walk
with a few days of fever. Giorgio no longer saw her.
Countess, I know you are unwell and I am greatly distressed.
First for the facts per se and then by wicked fate
which has obliged me to leave without kissing your hand.
By the orders of the Ministry, I must leave immediately
for the Lisbon Embassy, my destination,
and I am obliged to...
I'm going to the theatre and I want you to accompany me?
The opera Ruy Blas is in the first act.
And the melody that wraps with magic strings
the suffering heart of Natka.
The famous duet of Act III
Oh, sweet delight Desire of gentle love
The thunderous applause of the audience requesting an encore
snapped the thread of melody... and her soul seemed to break!
And so in the shadows, suddenly, without uttering a word...
No. No I won't! I don't love you. I despise myself.
The Count had arrived unexpectedly.
I'll be ready to leave even tomorrow morning, Count.
Giorgio, when we parted, neither you nor I knew
that that would be our last goodbye.
I have answered you and I would like to suffocate you in my arms,
like a jealous tiger.
I love you! I love you! And I will never see you again!
I tell you this so you can lock these words away in your heart
as I have locked your image away in mine.
You know that little remains for me in this life!
Goodbye Giorgio!
I make you a promise! To come and die close to you!
I want to cry in your lap! Natka
I love you! I love you! And I will never see you again!
I tell you this so you can lock these words away in your heart
as I have locked your image away in mine.
APPIGIONASI
Time passes. Giorgio surrenders to the insistence
of a rich merchant who wants him to marry his daughter.
Hoping more easily to forget the woman loved
Giorgio becomes engaged.
Natka's promise: To come and die close to you.
The loved voice calls, uselessly.
Mr. La Ferlita cannot be found.
Natka chooses to die at the Grand Hotel Theatre dell'Odeon.
In a wing of the Hotel where Natka prepares to die,
bustling with cosmopolitan life.
Countess, I send you the drug you require.
I must warn you that the wellbeing this provides is imaginary.
This will not prolong life but cuts short the anticipation of it.
However remember: no more than 3 drops in 24 hours.
With respects, Doctor Rufsel.
Natka for her Giorgio, will live in one hour
the last days that remain of her life.
And her cheeks, burn with sudden flame,
and her lifeless eyes found their ancient splendor.
Woe betide him if fate pushes him to open that door!
That drink... more... a few drops more!
And whilst the passionate tragedy burned
in the neighbouring theatre the crowd applauded the dance of fire.
Tell me, is she beautiful? Tell me!
Did you love her as you loved me? Tell me.
And she had in her voice something dark and fatal.
And her body shook with fearsome convulsions,
so that her very bones creaked.
And rigid, she remains, cataleptic, almost dead.
and little by little her beautiful body shrouded by the veil of death.
The short circuit.
The fire has almost reached the wing of the Grand Hotel.
And in the splendour of the fiery sunset...
Natka fervently in love with her beloved Giorgio
miraculously feels herself return to youthfulness and life.