You're late in arriving.
We were gambling at Flora's, and the hours flew by.
Flora, friends, the night is still young!
Let's fill the remaining hours with pleasure.
-The cup that cheers... -Are you able to enjoy yourself?
I intend to. I trust pleasure to soothe my misfortunes.
Yes, let life be filled with joy.
My dear, you have another admirer: Alfredo Germont.
Friends such as he are few.
Thank you, Viscount, for this gift.
-My dear Alfredo! -Marquis...
Here friendship and pleasure go hand in hand.
Is everything ready? Friends, be seated.
A party always raises our spirits.
It's true that wine banishes our unspoken cares.
A party always raises our spirits.
-Alfredo thinks of you constantly. -Are you joking?
When you were ill, he came every day to ask after you.
Stop it. I am nothing to him.
-I'm serious. -Is it true? I don't understand why.
-Yes, it's true. -Then I'm grateful.
Baron, you weren't so attentive.
-I've only known you for a year. -And he only a few minutes!
-You should have kept quiet. -I find that young man disagreeable.
Why? I think he's charming.
-Are you going to remain silent? -Our hostess must draw him out.
-Like Hebe, I'll pour the wine. -May you have her immortality.
Raise your glasses!
Baron, can't you give us an address, a few words?
-You, then. -Yes, a toast!
-Inspiration has left me. -Is this not your métier?
-Would it please you? -Yes.
Really? I have it.
-Let us hear it. -Yes, listen to the poet.
Let us drink from cups graced by beauty.
Let each passing moment be filled with pleasure.
Let us drink in the sweetness roused by love.
For our hearts have been captured by a glance.
As we drink we bring warmth to kisses of love.
I shall share my days of joy with you.
In this world, all is folly that is not pleasure.
The pleasures of love are fleeting.
Like flowers, they blossom and die.
Let us drink while a seductive voice draws us on.
Wine, song and laughter brighten the night hours.
May the dawn find us in this paradise.
-Life lies in pleasure. -When you are not in love.
I know nothing of that.
Yet such is my fate.
Wine, song and laughter brighten the night hours.
May the dawn find us in this paradise.
-What is this? -Would you like to dance now?
-A charming idea! With pleasure. -Everyone... This way.
-What's wrong? -It's nothing…
-What's upset you? -Let's go in.
-Oh dear! -Again?
-Are you in pain? -Heavens, what's this?
A passing shiver. Please go ahead, I'll join you.
As you wish.
How pale I am.
Still here?
-Has your distress passed? -I feel better.
You'll kill yourself if you carry on. You should take more care.
How could I?
If you were mine, I'd watch over you every day.
What are you saying? No one looks after me.
Because no one in the world loves you.
-No one? -Except for me.
Of course, I had forgotten that great passion!
You're laughing. Have you no heart?
A heart? Yes... Perhaps… Why do you ask?
If you had, you wouldn't make fun of me.
-Are you serious? -I'm not deceiving you.
-Have you loved me for long? -Yes, for a year.
Like an ethereal vision, you appeared to me one day.
Since that day I've lived for love.
The love that is the heartbeat
of the entire universe.
Mysterious, exalted,
both pain and pleasure.
If that is true, you must leave now, since I can only offer friendship.
I cannot love, nor bear such heroic passion.
I am simple and straight-forward. You must look for someone else.
Then you'll easily forget me.
What the devil are you up to?
-Making merry. -Fine, stay there.
No more talk of love. Do you promise?
-I'll do as you say and leave you. -Must you?
-Take this flower. -Why?
-To bring it back. -When?
When it has faded.
-Heavens! Tomorrow? -Very well, tomorrow.
What happiness!
-Do you still say you love me? -I love you so much.
-Are you leaving? -I am.
-Goodbye. -I desire nothing more.
Goodbye.
It is daybreak and we must leave.
Thank you, madam, for such a splendid party.
How strange...
His words have stayed in my heart.
Would a serious love affair be a mistake?
What does my troubled heart tell me?
It has never been stirred by any man.
To love and be loved is a joy I've never known.
Can I refuse it for the barren pleasures of the way I live?
Perhaps he's the one my solitary heart, alone in the multitude,
liked to imagine
in all his mystery?
Modest and vigilant, he came here when I was ill.
He caused another fever, waking me to love.
The love that is the heartbeat
of the entire universe.
Mysterious, exalted,
both pain and pleasure.
This is madness! These are idle dreams!
A poor woman, alone, abandoned
in this teeming desert called Paris.
What can I hope for? What should I do?
Enjoy myself, and perish in the whirlpool of pleasure!
I must always be free to flit from one pleasure to another.
My life should be one of endless enjoyment.
From dawn to dusk, you will always see me happy,
in my mind forever seeking new delights.
Love is the heartbeat of the universe…
Mysterious, exalted,
both pain and pleasure.
Such folly!
I must always be free to flit from one pleasure to another.
My life should be one of endless enjoyment.
From dawn to dusk, you will always see me happy,
in my mind forever seeking new delights.
I can't enjoy life away from her.
It's three months since Violetta left her easy life for me,
those grand parties where everyone was a slave to her beauty.
In these lovely surroundings
she has forgotten it all for me.
With her I feel reborn, the breath of love has restored me.
I've forgotten the past because of her happiness.
She has tempered my eager, youthful passion
with her smiling, gentle love.
Since the day she said "I want to live faithfully with you",
I've forgotten the world, and almost feel I live in heaven.
-Annina, where have you been? -To Paris. The mistress sent me.
To sell the coach and horses.
What's this?
It's expensive living here.
-Why have you said nothing? -I was sworn to silence.
-How much do we need? -One thousand louis.
I'll go to Paris myself. Say nothing to your mistress.
I can still make amends. Go now!
I am so ashamed at how blind I've been!
But now the truth has roused me from my dream.
Honour will be avenged
when I wash away this disgrace.
-Where is Alfredo? -On his way to Paris.
-When will he be back? -Before dark, he said to tell you.
How strange...
For you.
I'm expecting a businessman. Show him in as soon as he arrives.
Flora has found out where I am. She's invited me to a dance tonight.
She'll wait in vain.
-A gentleman has arrived. -The one I'm expecting.
-Mademoiselle Valéry? -Yes?
-I am Alfredo's father. -You?
Father of that reckless boy who risks ruin over you.
Sir, I am a lady and in my own home.
Allow me to leave you, more for your sake than for mine.
-(Such manners!) However… - You have been misled.
He intends to give you all he owns.
He hasn't tried to yet; I would refuse.
But all this luxury?
No one else knows this.
I see… Do you mean to sell everything you have?
Then your past is a reproach to you?
It no longer exists. I love Alfredo now.
My past is erased; I have repented.
Fine sentiments indeed.
How kind that sounds.
I have a greater sacrifice to ask of you.
No, don't say it. It must be something terrible.
I knew something would happen.
I was too happy…
Alfredo's father pleads on behalf of his two children.
-Two children? -Yes.
God gave me a daughter, as pure as an angel.
If Alfredo refuses to come home to his family,
my daughter, soon to be married,
will be robbed of her happiness.
Please don't allow her love to be turned into tears.
Surely you won't harden your heart against my request?
I see: you want me to leave Alfredo for a while.
It would be hard for me, but…
-That's not what I'm asking. -What more can I offer?
-It's not enough. -You want me to leave him for ever?
-You must. -No, never!
You don't understand how much I love him.
I have no friends or relations, no one else in the world.
Alfredo has promised to be everything to me.
You also don't know that I'm dying.
The end is quite near. Leave Alfredo?
It would be such torment,
I would rather die now.
It's a great sacrifice,
but please hear me out.
You are young and beautiful, but in time...
Please stop. I do understand.
But it is impossible for me. He is the only one I love.
Perhaps… But men can be fickle.
Oh God…
When time has faded your charms,
he may tire of you. What will happen then?
Think about that. You will have no peace, however great your affection,
because your union has not been blessed by God.
-It's true! -Put aside this tempting dream.
-It's true… -Be the guardian angel of my family.
Violetta, please, there is still time.
Young woman, it is God who has inspired me to speak this way.
So a fallen woman has no hope
of ever redeeming herself.
However forgiving God may be,
man will never relent.
Tell your daughter, so lovely and pure,
that there is a victim of misfortune
who had one last hope of happiness.
She sacrificed it for her, and now she will die.
Weep in your unhappiness.
I know I am asking for an immense sacrifice.
I share your pain.
Be strong, your heart will stand firm.
-What must I do? -Tell him you don't love him.
He won't believe me.
-Then leave him. -He'll follow me.
Well, then...
Embrace me as your daughter,
that will give me strength.
You'll have him back soon, but unhappy beyond words.
He will need your comfort.
-What are you going to do? -If you knew, you'd try to stop me.
What can I do in return for such generosity?
I am going to die, but I don't want him to curse my memory.
Someone must tell him how much I have suffered.
No, you must live and be happy.
Heaven will have pity on your tears.
He must know that I sacrificed
a love that will be his until I die.
You will be rewarded for sacrificing your love.
Someone's coming. Please leave.
-I am eternally grateful. -Please go!
We might never meet again.
Be happy.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
He must know that I sacrificed
a love which will always be his…
That I shall be his until my last…
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
Be happy. Goodbye.
God give me strength!
-You called? -Yes. Deliver this yourself.
Say nothing! Go quickly.
Now to write to him…
What shall I say to him?
Who will give me the courage?
-What are you doing? Were you writing? -Nothing. Yes… No…
You're upset. Who were you writing to?
-To you. -Give me the letter.
I'm sorry, I'm preoccupied.
-My father was here. -Did you see him?
No, he left an angry letter.
But I still expect him. He'll love you when he meets you.
Don't let him see me. You calm him down.
I'll throw myself at his feet. He won't want to part us then.
We shall be happy, because you love me, you do, don't you? Don't you, Alfredo?
So very much!
But why are you crying?
I needed to cry, but I'm calm now.
See, I'm smiling!
I'll be there, among the flowers, always close to you.
Love me, Alfredo!
Love me as much as I love you!
Farewell.
She lives only for my love.
It's late. Perhaps my father won't come today.
Madam has gone to Paris in a carriage.
-Annina went on ahead. -I know, don't worry.
Perhaps she's selling more things; Annina will stop her.
There's someone in the garden. Who's there?
Monsieur Germont? A lady in a carriage gave me this letter for you.
From Violetta!
Why am I so apprehensive?
Perhaps I'm to join her?
I'm shaking… Be strong.
"Alfredo, by the time you read this..."
Oh, father!
My son, your pain is great.
Come home; be my pride and joy again.
Who has erased the land and sea of Provence from your heart?
What took you away from your blazing native sunshine?
Remember how happy you were there.
You will find peace there once again.
God led me here to you!
You don't know how much your old father has suffered.
While you were away, his home has been desolate.
Now that I have found you again, my hopes have been fulfilled.
If you still have a sense of honour, if I have really found you again,
then God has heard my prayers.
Have you nothing to say to your loving father?
My heart is in turmoil. Leave me alone, I want revenge!
Hurry, we must be on our way.
-It was Baron Douphol! -Are you listening?
Have I found you in vain?
She's at Flora's party! I'll go to avenge this insult!
Some guests are coming in costume, led by the Viscount.
I've invited Violetta and Alfredo as well.
Haven't you heard? They've separated.
She's coming with the Baron.
I saw them yesterday. They seemed so happy.
Enough! Listen… Our friends have arrived.
We are gypsies from far away.
We read the future in your palm.
Nothing is hidden if we look in the stars.
We can tell what the future holds.
Let us see!
You have a number of rivals, madam.
Marquis, you're hardly a model of fidelity.
Flirting again? I'll make you pay.
There's no truth in it!
A leopard never changes his spots. Marquis, you'll be sorry if it's true.
Let's draw a veil over the past.
What's done is done. Look to the future.
We are matadors from Madrid, heroes of the bullring.
We've come to Paris to enjoy the Carnival.
We'll tell you a story about what sort of lovers we are.
Yes, tell us! We'd love to hear.
Then listen!
Piquillo was a brave matador from Biscay.
With a strong arm and a keen gaze, he was master of the bullring.
He fell madly in love with a girl from Andalusia.
But this is what she said to him:
"I want to see you kill five bulls in a single day."
"If you do, I'll give you my hand and my heart."
The matador said yes, and set off for the bullfight.
He strewed the arena with five bulls.
Bravo, matador, who showed his courage!
Thus he proved his love.
Amid the applause, he returned to his sweetheart.
He took his coveted prize into the arms of love.
This is how matadors win the ladies' hearts.
Here we're more timid and content just to flirt.
Yes, let's try our fortune!
Clear a space for cards!
-Alfredo, it's you! -Yes, my friends.
And Violetta?
-I don't know. -He's very calm.
On with the gambling!
-I'm glad you've come. -I couldn't resist the invitation.
I'm pleased you've come as well, Baron.
-Germont is here, do you see him? -Heavens, it's true.
Don't say a word to him. Not a word.
I was so foolish to come.
God, have pity on me…
Sit here with me, tell me your news.
-A four. -You win again.
-Unlucky in love, lucky at cards. -He keeps on winning.
I'll win tonight and take it all to enjoy in the country.
-Alone? -No.
With someone who used to be with me, but then ran away.
-Show her some consideration. -Contain yourself or I'll leave.
Baron, did you address me?
You're having such luck, I'm tempted to join the game.
Then I accept your challenge.
I feel I could die…
God, have pity on me!
-A hundred louis on the right. -And the same on the left.
An ace... a knave… You win.
-You'll double? -Double it is.
-A four...a seven… -The victory is mine.
Bravo! Luck is on Alfredo's side.
The Baron will pay for your house in the country.
-Shall we continue? -Supper is served.
Let's go in.
Where will this end?
God, have pity on me!
-If you'd like to continue… -Not now.
-The return match will come later. -You choose the game.
Let's follow our friends.
-Until later… -I'll be at your service.
I've asked him to meet me. Will he? Will he listen?
He'll come. His hatred is stronger than my words.
-What is it you want? -Leave this place, you're in danger.
I understand. You think me a coward?
-No, never! -What are you afraid of?
-The Baron. -It's life and death between us.
If I kill him, you'll lose your lover and protector.
-Isn't that what appals you? -What if he kills you?
That's all I'm afraid of.
-Me? What's that to you? -Please leave at once.
I'll go if you promise to follow me.
-No! Never! -Never?
Forget me, I have no honour. Leave me!
I've sworn that I would leave you.
-To whom? Who made you? -Someone who had every right.
Baron Douphol? Then you love him?
Very well, I love him.
Everyone, come here!
You called us? What is it?
-Do you know this woman? -Who? Violetta?
-Do you know what she has done? -No.
This woman spent all she had on me.
Like a coward I blindly accepted it all.
But there's still time to wash away the stain.
I call you all to witness that I have now
paid her back.
Disgusting! You've wounded her to the heart.
Go! Get out, you revolt us.
Even in anger, it's contemptible to insult a woman.
Where is my son? I don't see him here.
You're not Alfredo.
What have I done? I am ashamed. Jealousy is tearing me apart.
She'll never forgive me.
I couldn't run away from her. My anger drove me here.
Now that I've spent my anger, I'm filled with remorse.
Dry your tears. You're among friends here.
(I alone know the love which she has sworn to keep secret.)
Alfredo, Alfredo!
You cannot know how much love is in my heart.
You may repay me with contempt, but I have proved my love.
The day will come when you will understand.
Then you will know how much I loved you.
May God spare you then from remorse.
Even in death I shall love you still.
-Annina? -Did you call?
-Were you asleep? Poor you. -Yes, I'm sorry.
Give me a sip of water.
Look outside. Is it morning?
-It's seven o'clock. -Let some light in.
-Doctor Grenvil. -What a true friend.
I want to get up. Help me.
How kind to think of me so early.
How do you feel?
My body is in pain, but my soul is at peace.
A priest called to comfort me.
Religion consoles those who suffer.
-And last night? -I slept peacefully.
That's a good sign. You'll soon be well again.
Doctors are allowed to lie out of pity.
-Goodbye. Until later. -Don't forget me.
How is she?
She has only a few hours left.
-Take heart now. -Isn't today a holiday?
Paris is going wild. It's Carnival.
God knows how many are suffering while others rejoice.
-How much money is left? -Twenty louis.
Take half and give it to the poor.
-That leaves you almost nothing. -It will be enough.
See if there are any letters.
-But you…? -I'll be all right, but don't be too long.
"You kept your promise. The duel took place."
"The Baron was wounded, but is recovering."
"Alfredo is abroad. I've told him myself about your sacrifice."
"He is coming to you for forgiveness; I shall come too."
"Take care of yourself. You deserve a better future."
"Giorgio Germont."
It's too late!
I wait and wait, but they never come.
How I have changed.
Yet the Doctor tells me to hope.
But with this disease
there is no hope.
Farewell to the happy dreams of the past.
The colour has gone from my cheeks.
I don't even have Alfredo's love
to comfort and sustain my tired heart.
Look kindly on this fallen woman, Lord.
Take her to You and forgive her.
Everything is at an end.
Soon joy and grief alike will be over.
The grave marks the end for everyone.
Neither tears nor flowers will fall on my grave.
There will be no cross that bears my name.
Look kindly on this fallen woman, Lord.
Take her to You and forgive her.
Everything is at an end.
Make way for the king of the festival,
crowned with flowers and vine leaves. Greet him with fanfare!
Parisians, make way for the triumphant fattened ox!
Neither Asia nor Africa has ever seen better, the pride of any butcher!
Cheerful lads and maidens, honour him with singing and music!
Parisians, make way for the triumphant fattened ox!
-My lady… -What is it?
Do you really feel better today?
-Yes, but why? -You promise to stay calm?
Prepare yourself for a happy surprise.
You've seen Alfredo, he's back!
My love! Oh, what joy!
-I was wrong. Now I understand. -At last you've come back to me.
I couldn't live without you any longer.
Since I am still alive, you see that grief cannot kill.
Forget your grief. Forgive me and my father.
Forgive you? I am the guilty one, but it was love that made me so.
No man or demon could take me from you now.
We'll leave Paris, my darling,
and live our lives together.
You'll be repaid for your suffering.
Your health will bloom again.
You will be my breath and my light.
The future will smile on us.
We'll leave Paris, my darling,
and live our lives together.
You'll be repaid for your suffering.
My health will bloom again.
You will be my breath and my light.
The future will smile on us.
Let's go to church and give thanks for your return.
-You're very pale. -It's nothing.
-The excitement upset my sad heart. -Oh God! Violetta!
It's only the illness, a moment of weakness.
I'm strong again… See?
-I'm smiling... -Oh, cruel fate!
It was nothing. Annina, bring me my clothes.
Now? Wait a moment.
No, I want to go out.
God! I can't!
Go for the doctor!
Tell him Alfredo's back. Tell him I want to live again.
But if you haven't saved me by coming back,
then no one on earth can.
To die so young, when I've suffered so much!
To die when happiness is so close!
All my hopes were just a dream.
I kept faith in vain.
You are my heart's beloved, the delight of my soul.
I want to mix my tears with yours.
But I need you to be stronger than ever.
Don't close your heart to hope.
What a cruel end to our love!
-Violetta! -You here?
-Father! -You didn't forget me?
To fulfil my promise, I've come to embrace you as my daughter.
You've come too late, yet I'm grateful.
See, Doctor, I'm dying in the arms of my only friends.
What are you saying? (So she really is dying!)
Do you see her, father?
Don't torment me, I'm already filled with remorse.
Her every word is like a blow.
I'm a foolish old man. Only now do I see the harm that I've done.
Come closer.
Listen to me,
beloved Alfredo.
Take this picture
of me in days gone by.
May it remind you
of the woman who loved you so.
Don't talk of dying. You must live.
God didn't bring me here to break my heart…
If a chaste young woman
in the flower of her youth
gives you her heart,
then marry her. I want you to.
Show her this picture.
Tell her it is a gift from someone who is praying for you both in heaven.
While I have tears to shed, I shall weep for you.
Death cannot take you away from me.
Show her this picture.
Tell her it is a gift from someone
who is praying for you both in heaven.
-How strange… -What is it?
The pain has stopped.
I feel my strength returning.
I am coming back to life!
English subtitles: Kenneth Chalmers
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