La Bohème (1988) - full transcript
My 'Red Sea' chills and
benumbs me...
...as if I've been drenched by its
freezing water
To get even, I'm going to drench a
Pharaoh!
And you?
I watch the smoke rising to the grey
sky from the rooftops of Paris...
...and I think of our good-for-nothing
swindler of a stove...
...sitting idly by,
like some grand lord
It's been a long time since he was
last given decent wages
What good are forests buried
in the snow?
Listen, Rodolfo, I've just had a
profound thought:
I'm frozen stiff!
Well, Marcello, I won't pretend that
I'm enjoying a sweaty brow
My fingers are frozen...
...as if I'd kept them immersed in
that ice-box of Mesestta's heart
Love is a fireplace that consumes
too much...
...and too quickly!
-Man is the fuel...
-And woman the grate...
-The one is reduced to ashes...
-...as the other one looks on
Meantime, it's freezing...
...and we're dying of hunger
- We must have a fire!
- Wait...
Let's sacrifice the chair!
Eureka!
-You found a solution?
-Yes
Yes, we've brains enough to burn -
ideas make good fire
-You mean, burn my Red Sea?
-No, painted canvas makes a stench
Let's burn my play - its dramatic
fervour will warm our bodies
What, by reading it?
You freeze me
As the paper burns, the poetic fire
will soar back to the skies
What a loss to the century!
Rome is in peril
Such great soul!
- Act One!
- Here!
Tear it
Burn it
What blissful blaze!
The Apocalypse is at hand!
You can't pawn anything
on Christmas Eve!
A fire!
-Hush! We're feeding my play...
-...to the flames
- Quite dazzling
- So vivid!
-But short-lived!
-Brevity is golden
Author, the chair, please!
One freezes to death in the interval -
hurry!
Act Two
Not a sound
-What a profound thought!
-And the perfect colour
In that waning blue, an ardent
love-scene flickers
There goes a page
And there go the kisses
Now three acts all together
-ldeas born of a brave spirit
-Beauty vanishes in happy flames
-Heavens, the flames are dying!
-What a vacuous, flimsy drama!
It crackles, withers, dies!
Down with the author!
-Cigars!
-Bordeaux!
-Firewood!
-Bordeaux!
Fortune rains down a great feast
upon us
-The Bank of France opens its vaults
-Pick them up
-Pieces of metal?
-Are you mad? Who is this man?
-Louis Philippe! I bow to my king!
-The king is at our feet!
Listen, this gold, or rather silver -
it's quite a story
-Stoke up the stove!
-How I've suffered from the cold!
Some Englishman - a Lord or Milord,
or whatever - wanted a musician
-Come! Let's set the table!
-Where's the feast?
So I offer my services and
he engages me...
-Cold roast beef!
-Pastry!
I ask: when do we begin
the lessons?
Will you listen! He takes me on
and I ask him:
'When do we begin the lessons?'
He replies: 'Right now!'
He points to a parrot...
...and says: 'l want you to play till
this bird is dead!'
-What glow! - What pastry!
-I play in vain for three long days...
-Finally, I turn my charm on the maid
-What, no tablecloth?
-I have an idea
-The newspaper!
-One should not read at table!
-The maid offers it some parsley...
Finally, the bird spreads his wings...
Lorito opens his beak -
In she puts a little sprig
of parsley...
...and he dies like Socrates!
Who?
To hell with the lot of you!
What are you doing?
Stop it!
These provisions are our
insurance...
...against the future, against those
dark, uncertain days
How can you think of dining
at home on Christmas Eve...
...when the streets of the Latin
Quarter are waiting out there...
...festooned with sausages and all
those other treats?
When the air is sweet with
the fragrance of fritters?
And young girls sing happily...
It's Christmas Eve!
Each girl with her student
sweetheart
Show some piety, my masters!
We'll drink at home but
we must dine out!
May l?
Who is it?
Benoit
-The landlord!
-Lock the door
There's no one home!
The door is locked
Just a word
Just one!
The rent!
Bring a chair!
- lmmediately!
- Please, don't bother...
-Sit down
-Some wine?
-Drink
-A toast!
-Here's the bill for 3 months' rent
-How nice
So you see...
Another drop?
-Thank you
-A toast!
To your health!
I came to remind you that you
promised last quarter to...
When I make a promise, I keep it!
-What are you doing?
-Are you insane?
See that?
Now please, you mustn't leave us
so soon
Tell me, how old are you?
-My dear M Benoit?
-How old am l? Come now...
-About our age, I'd say
-Oh more, much more
He said he's about our age
You were seen the other evening
with your little lady-love
That's right, you were seen
at the Mabille - do you deny it?
It was a chance meeting
-A lovely girl
-Very!
You rogue!
You seducer!
-What a man! An oak, a cannon!
-And such good taste, too
-Lovely tawny curls she had
-You rascal!
And he was leaping about,
nimble and fancy-free
I'm old, but I'm fit
-So proud and nimble...
-And he won her maidenly virtue
I was shy in my youth...
now I'm making up for it
Such a delightful pastime...
...young girls
And a little...
I don't mean a mountain of blubber
or a great big globe...
...with a face like a full moon
But not too skinny either -
certainly not!
A skinny woman can be such a
nuisance... and even worse
She can make your life a misery
Take, for example - my wife
His wife? A married man nurturing
such wicked desires!
-He infects our virtuous dwelling!
-Out! We must purify the air!
Throw the adulterer out!
Your morals offend us...
-But...
-Silence!
Leave this place!
And good-night to you, Sir!
I've paid the rent
On to the Latin Quarter!
-We're expected at Momus' !
-Long live the spender!
Let's divide the loot
Share it out!
Such beauties descended
from Heaven
Your're rich now, try to look it!
What you need is some grooming!
I'd be happy to present my head
to a barber
Lead me on to the razor!
Let's go!
I must stay a bit longer to finish
my article for 'The Beaver'
Well, hurry up!
Just five minutes - I'm an
old hand at it
-We'll wait down by the porter's
-lf you're late, we'll come for you!
Five minutes...
And make sure you cut short
the ' Beaver's' tale!
'-Mind the stairs!'
'-Hold on to the handrail!'
'-It's so dark!'
'-Damn the porter!'
' Blast it!'
Colline, are you dead?
'-No, not yet'
'-Hurry up!'
I'm not in the mood
Who's there?
'-Excuse me'
-A woman!
'I'm sorry, but my candle'
'has gone out'
-Would you...?
-Won't you sit down?
-Thank you, but no...
-Do come in
Aren't you well?
It's nothing
You look so pale!
I'm out of breath...
It's those stairs...
What do I do now?
She looks so ill
-Do you feel better?
-Yes
It's so cold in here
Come closer to the fire...
Wait...
Have some wine...
Thank you
-Here...
-Just a little, please
Enough?
'What a lovely girl'
May I light my candle?
I'm much better now
-Must you go already?
-Yes
Thank you... Good evening
How silly of me!
The key to my room...
where have I put it?
Don't stand in the doorway
The candle is flickering
in the draft
Oh dear! Would you light it again?
Now mine has gone out, too
-But where is my key?
-Damn this darkness!
-How silly of me!
-Where can it be?
I'm such a tiresome neighbour...
Not at all
Yes, I am a nuisance
Don't say that, please
-Will you keep looking?
-I am...
Where can it be?
Have you found it?
I thought you...
No, honestly
-Are you looking?
-I am...
Your little hand is frozen...
let me warm it
It's no use searching, we won't find
it in the dark
But fortunately, we have the
moonlight tonight
And the moon is so close to us
Just a moment, Mademoiselle -
allow me a few more words...
I'd like to tell you who I am,
what I do and how I live
May l?
Who am l...
Who am l? I'm a poet
What do I do? I write
And how do I live? I live
I live in poverty
Yet like a lord, I luxuriate in
rhymes and hymns to love
When it comes to dreams, fantasies
and castles in the air...
...l can match any millionaire
But my treasure chest has just
been robbed...
Two thieves - a pair of lovely eyes -
have stolen all my jewels
They stole in with you,
a moment ago...
...and stole my precious dreams
I've been robbed of my lovely
dreams
But their loss means nothing to me
For they've been replaced
by the sweetest hope
Now that you know me...
Won't you speak?
Will you tell me who you are?
Won't you tell me, please?
Well, they call me Mimi...
Though my name is Lucia
There's not much to tell
I embroider linen and silk,
at home and out...
I'm peaceful and content
I find pleasure in embroidering
lilies and roses
I like the sort of things...
...which hold a special charm
for me
Things that speak of love and spring
Things that speak of dreams
and fantasies
Things that can be called poetry
Do you understand?
They call me Mimi
I don't know why
I cook and eat my meals alone
I don't often go to church
But I pray a great deal
I live alone, all on my own...
...in a little room that looks out
over the rooftops and the sky
But when the snow thaws...
...The first rays of sun belong to me
The first kiss of April is mine
The first ray of sunshine is mine
I keep a rose in a vase...
...and I inhale its fragrance
The perfume of a flower
is so delicate
But, alas, the ones I embroider
have no perfume
There is nothing more to tell
I am your neighbour
and I'm intruding on you
'Rodolfo! Are you deaf?'
'-You crawling snail!'
'-You verse-monger!'
A few lines and I'm done
-Who are they?
-Friends
'-We'll get you for this!'
'-What are you up to all alone?'
I'm not alone, there are two of us
Go and save a table at Momus'.
We'll be with you shortly
'Momus, quietly and discreetly,'
'here we come!'
'The poet has found his muse'
- You lovely girl...
- 'The poet has found his poetry'
Sweet vision, shimmering
in the moonlight
In you I behold the dream
I have always dreamed
Love alone commands me!
-Such ecstasy stirs within me...
-Love, you alone command me!
How sweetly his words
fall upon my heart
-Love awakens in a kiss
-Love alone commands me!
Please, you mustn't...
You're mine
Your friends are waiting
Are you dismissing me already?
I'd like to say -
but I dare not...
Say it
What if I came with you?
What, Mimi?
It would be so lovely to stay here
It's cold outside
I'll be near you
-And later on?
-Don't be curious!
Give me your arm, my little one
I obey you, my Lord
Say you love me
I love you!
The D is flat! How much
for the pipe and horn?
-Come on
-To buy the bonnet?
-Hold on to my arm
-I'll cling to you... let's go
'I'd like to sell something, too'
Young ladies, who would like
to buy a bit of love?
I'll strike a bargain with you:
I'll sell my pure heart for a penny!
The crowd shoves and pushes, never
tired of chasing every cheap whim
A rare copy, quite unique -
a Runic grammar!
-Where's Rodolfo?
-At the milliner's
-Come on, my friends are waiting
-Does this pink bonnet suit me?
It goes well with your dark curls
What a pretty coral necklace
My uncle is a millionaire
With God's good will,
I'll buy you a prettier one
-Let's follow the others
-Take care, girls!
-What a din! What a crowd!
-Let's go down Rue Mazarin
I'm suffocating here! Come on,
let's go to Momus'
Look, the cafe is right here!
Let's go to Momus'
Who are you looking at?
-Are you jealous?
-A happy man is always jealous
When I'm full, I need lots of room
-Are you happy?
-Yes, very
-And you?
-Very happy
Two places!
At last!
This is Mimi, who embroiders
flowers
Her presence completes this
charming company...
...because I am the poet...
...and she is the poetry
My brain makes verses flourish
Her fingers make flowers blossom
And our two ecstatic hearts together
make love bloom!
Good Lord, what an original
concept!
Worthy of our company
An essential ingredient
All I have to add is " I second that"
Here comes Parpignol with his toys!
One sausage here!
Parpignol! Here is Parpignol!
With his cart all lights and flowers
-I want the horn!
-I want the pony!
-The drum, the tambourine!
-The cannon, the whip!
-Roast venison
-A turkey for me
-Some table wine!
-A shelled lobster!
You scamps, you little devils!
What are you doing here?
-Get home to bed, you rascals!
-Just you wait and see!
The trumpet, the toy horse!
-What would you like, Mimi?
-Some ice-cream
Splendid - now there's a lady
for you!
I say, Miss Mimi, what rare gift
has your Rodolfo given you?
A pink embroidered bonnet that
goes well with my dark hair
I've wanted such a bonnet
for so long
And he has read what I've kept
secret in my heart
He who can read the heart
surely understands love
-He must be a sage
-And a true scholar
He already has his diplomas, and
his rhymes are not crude weapons
In fact, whatever he expresses
has the ring of truth
Oh those beautiful days
of illusions and utopia!
When you're full of faith and hope,
how lovely it all seems
The most divine poetry...
...is that which teaches us to love
Love is sweeter than honey
Each to his taste -
it's either honey or gall
-Goodness, have I offended him?
-He is grieving, Mimi
Come, a toast!
Bring more wine!
Down with our troubles,
up with our glasses! Let's drink
And bring me some poison!
-There she is!
-Musetta!
-Look, it's Musetta!
-What style!
She treats me like a slave!
-Eat here? Outdoors?
-Sit down, Lulu
Don't call me that! Save it for those
who deserve it
Don't be a Bluebeard!
-How's that for dignity?
-With that chaste Susanna!
She's very well dressed
-Angels need no clothes
-Do you know her? Who is she?
Ask me. Her name is Musetta
'-Marcello has seen me...'
-Her middle name is Temptation!
- Being fickle is her vocation
- 'He ignores me!'
-Skipping from lover to lover...
' -They all make me sick!'
A screeching owl!
If only I could scratch
A bird of prey, living off
men's hearts
And here I'm stuck with
that old pelican
She eats hearts...
That's why I have none
Waiter! This plate smells
of stale oil
Please, Musetta, not so loud...
He won't look at me!
-I could hit him!
-To whom are you speaking?
-Who are you talking to?
-To the waiter! Leave me be
-I'll do as I please
-Not so loud!
-I'll say what I like
-Softly, softly
-Look who's here! It's Musetta!
-With that old babbler
-He can't be jealous of this mummy!
-Propriety... manners... upbringing
We'll see if I've lost the power
to bring him round
What a splendid farce
-You won't look at me?
-I can't, I'm ordering our meal
Quite splendid!
Just bear in mind one thing...
Once slighted, I never forgive!
She speaks to one and is answered
by another
I love you so much, I'm all yours...
why talk of forgiveness
While the other, cruel and vain...
...pretends not to understand
but keeps promising honey!
Yet your heart is hammering!
Speak softly
As I wander alone in the streets...
...people stop to stare and drink in
my beauty from head to toe
Tie me to my chair!
What will people say?
'As I see the flames of mute desire...
'...in their eager, entreating eyes...
'...l am transported by a swelling tid
'of my own yearning'
This silly song turns my stomach
- 'You know, you remember, you suffer'
- The poor girl is quite in love
'You cannot avoid me! I feel the'
'anguish you never show...'
'l know you well,'
'you feel dead inside!'
What will people say?
Marcello loved her once, but the
vixen left him for the easy life
Lovers adore their chains,
both the binder and the bound
Colline will never fall
into such a trap
She's very pretty, I grant you...
The braggard is about to give in
-Softly, please, softly...
-I'll do as I please! Leave me be!
-The poor girl moves me to pity
-Sullied love should be avenged!
Leave me be!
'l must get rid of the old boy!'
What is it?
Such pain, it's burning!
Where?
My foot!
'My youth is not dead yet'
There's a shoe shop over there,
hurry!
'My memory of you is not yet dead!'
Go and buy me another pair!
'lf you were to knock at my door'
'l would run to open it'
You siren!
We've reached the last act!
The bill!
So soon?
Who asked for it?
Let's see
-It's a lot
-Out with the money
The rear guard!
Where's my fortune gone?
The rear guard is coming!
Let me have the bill
Quickly, add this to the other bill
The gentleman I was with will
take care of it
The gentleman will pay
Put it at his table and give him
my respects!
Let's get lost before the old boy
catches us with his prey
You there... open up!
We're the street sweepers...
It's snowing
Hurry up! We're freezing
Coming!
'Who found pleasure in his glass'
'and love in a pair of lips?'
'There's pleasure in a glass'
' But young lips are made for love'
The milk-maids are here
Butter and cheese!
Poultry and eggs!
Which way are you going?
To Saint Michel
Shall we meet later?
At noon!
Can you tell me...
which way is the inn?
There's a painter here,
painting some inn
Good woman, would you go and fetch
the painter, Marcello
I have to talk to him urgently
Tell him Mimi is waiting for him
out here
What's in that basket?
-It's empty
-Pass!
I hoped I'd find you
We've been living here a month
at the innkeeper's expense
Musetta gives the guests
singing lessons
And I paint the soldiers
and decorate the inn's walls
It's cold
Come on in
-Is Rodolfo in?
-Yes
Then I can't go in - I can't
Why not?
Dear Marcello, help me
What's happened?
Rodolfo loves me
He loves me yet he shuns me...
He is eaten up with jealousy
A gesture, a word, a friendly kiss,
a flower...
Anything will make him suspicious
He quarrels with me,
he gets into rages
At night, I often pretend to sleep...
...and I can feel him trying to pry
even into my dreams
He keeps yelling:
You're not for me!
Get yourself another lover! You're not for me!
It's his anger speaking, I know...
But what can I say to him, Marcello?
A love like yours makes it hard
to live together
You're right, that is true...
We must separate
Will you help us?
We've tried to help ourselves,
but we cannot do it
I don't worry about Musetta,
nor does she about me
- We love in fun and laughter
- It's true
Yes, we must separate
Songs and laughter - these are
the blooms of constant passion
Do what you can for us
Very well
-I'll wake him up
-ls he asleep?
He came in about an hour before
dawn and fell asleep on a bench
Look
That cough...
It's been wearing me out
since yesterday
He fled from me last night,
saying:
It's over!
At daybreak I hurried over here
to find you
He's awake, he's getting up...
He's looking for me...
-He's coming
-He mustn't see me
Go on in, Mimi, for pity's sake
Don't make a scene!
That's it, Marcello!
No one can overhear us now
I want to part with Mimi
Are you so volatile then?
Once before, I thought that
my heart had died
But in her blue eyes it found
so much to live for
But it's all so tedious now
You wish to mourn another?
Once and for all
Change your rhymes
This gloomy love of yours...
...can lead only to tears
Without fun and laughter
love grows weak and fragile
-You're jealous
-A little
You are an angry, prejudiced,
tiresome and stubborn lunatic
Now he'll make him angry!
Poor me!
Mimi is a flirt
She toys with them all
Some Viscount dandy makes
eyes at her...
...and she lifts her skirt and shows
her ankles, full of promise
Need I say it?
You don't sound sincere
You're right, I'm not
In vain I try to hide my true misery
I love Mimi above all else
I love her but I'm so afraid
Mimi is so ill!
She declines every day
The poor girl is condemned
What does he mean?
A terrible cough shakes
her fragile chest...
...and her cheeks are already
drained and ashen
Alas, I am dying...
My room is a squalid hovel
The stove is dead
Only the north winds come in
to play there
She sings and smiles
and I'm consumed by remorse
I am the culprit leading her
to her death!
What can we do?
Oh, my life is over!
-Mimi is a hot-house bloom
-How pitiful!
-Poverty has robbed her strength
-Poor creature
My love alone cannot bring her
back to life
What? Mimi, you're here?
'-So she was listening...'
-You overheard me?
I worry so easily and
panic over nothing
-Come in to the warmth
-No, it's stifling in there
That's Musetta's flirtatious laughter!
You flirt! I'll teach you
Farewell!
You're leaving?
I came in with joy
when your love called me
Now Mimi must go back
to her lonely nest
Back to her embroidery
and her flowers
Goodbye...
And no regrets!
Listen to me!
Gather up the few things
I've left behind
There are things I locked away
in my little chest
My gold bracelet, the ribbons
and my prayer book
Wrap them up in an apron
And I'll send someone to get them
Under my pillow you'll find
my pink-coloured bonnet
Keep it, if you like,
as a memento of our love
Farewell...
Goodbye, with no regrets!
Then it really is all over?
You're leaving, my little darling?
Farewell, my dream of love
Farewell, sweet morning
awakenings!
-Goodbye, life of dreams!
-Goodbye, quarrels and jealousy
Those quarrels that your smile
soon soothed away
-Goodbye, suspicions...
-...and kisses...
...and poignant bitterness...
The bitterness which l, the poet,
rhymed with "tenderness"
-ln winter one can die of loneliness
-Loneliness is too unbearable
Whilst as spring awakens,
we have the sun!
-What were you doing with that man?
-What do you mean?
'No one is ever alone in April'
When I came in you changed colour
He asked if I like to dance...
I said I could dance all night
'The whispers of lilies and roses'
'The sweet chattering of birds'
-Deceitful excuses!
-I must have my freedom!
You won't find horns under my hat!
'When spring blooms'
'we have the sun!'
I hate lovers who behave
like husbands!
'The fountains murmur and evening'
'breezes bring balm to human anguish'
'Shall we wait for another spring?'
-Sir, I'm delighted to say goodbye
-Your servant, and I'm off
-House painter!
-Viper!
-Toad!
-Witch!
'Forever yours, for life'
'We must part...'
' But let us part when the flowers'
'are in season'
'lf only the winter could last forever
In a coupe?
With livery and pair;
she smiled at me
Well, Musetta, I said,
and how is the heart?
Either it stopped beating or I can't hear it...
...covered by velvet as it is!
How very interesting
Go on, you fraud!
You suffer, yet you laugh
Her heart stopped beating?
Good!
- l, too, met... - Musetta
- No, Mimi...
You saw her... did you now?
She went past in a carriage,
dressed like a queen
Good, I'm happy to hear it
The liar, he's in agony
-Back to work!
-To work!
Useless pen!
Useless brush!
Mimi, gone never to return,
those lovely days...
Those tiny hands,
that fragrant hair...
My brush seems to be
at her command...
That snow-white skin...
-Mimi, my brief youth
-lt paints against my will!
If I want to paint skies or land
or winter or spring...
...it still traces two dark eyes...
...and red, smiling lips
It's the face of Musetta
over and over again
-And you, gay bonnet...
-And there is Musetta's face...
-...which she left under her pillow
-...all charm and deceit
-You, witness to our short-lived joy..
-Yet Musetta blooms and flourishes...
-Come to my dead heart...
-And my humble heart calls to her...
-Come to me, for love is dead...
-My heart calls to her and waits...
What time is it?
Time for yesterday's dinner
And Schaunard isn't back?
-Here we are
-Well?
A dish worthy of Demosthenes:
-A herring! - Salted
-Dinner is served!
This is a veritable horn of plenty
Put the champagne on ice
Choose, Baron, trout or salmon?
Perhaps a parrot's tongue, Duke?
Thank you, no, it's too filling...
I'm going to a ball tonight
Finished already?
I'm late - the King expects me
Not another conspiracy!
The King has summoned me
to the Ministry
Good!
However... I shall see...
Guizot
Hand me the goblet
You drink - I'll eat
I beg permission of this
noble assembly...
-Enough! - What a concoction!
-Away with the heel!
I feel irresistibly inspired
by a romanza
-A choreographic piece then?
-Yes!
A dance to a vocal accompaniment
Clear the floor
A gavotte
A minuet
A pavane
A fandango
I propose a quadrille
Choose your partners
I'll do the calling
A charming maiden...
A little respect for my modesty,
pray...
' Balancez'
-The 'Rondo' first!
-No, you fool!
The manners of a lackey!
I believe I've been insulted!
-Draw you blade!
-Ready! Try me!
I'm thirsty for your blood
One of us will end up minced
Fetch a hearse
Fetch a cemetery
And as the duel rages,
Rigaudon whirls and dances
I've brought Mimi! She's ill
-Where is she?
-She's too weak to climb the stairs
Bring the bed forward
Some water...
Hush now...
You must rest
My Rodolfo!
Do you want me here with you?
My Mimi...
Always, forever!
I heard that Mimi had left
the Viscount...
She was fading fast
But where could she be?
I searched and searched...
And just now I saw her
on the street...
She was hardly able to walk
'l cannot last', she said.
'I'm dying, I know it...
'l want to die with him!
He may be waiting for me'
I feel better already
'Come with me, Musetta', she said
I want to look around...
How good it is to be here
I feel revived...
-I can feel life returning
-Blessed lips...
-You will never leave me again...
-To hear your voice again...
We've nothing in the house!
Ah, poverty!
She won't last the hour
I'm so cold, so cold...
If only I had a muff!
Will these hands never feel
warm again?
Here, warm them in mine
Hush now!
Talking tires you
It's just a slight cough!
I'm used to it
Good day, Marcello...
Schaunard, Colline, good day...
Here you all are...
-You're smiling at Mimi again
-Don't speak
I'll speak softly, don't worry
Marcello, listen to me -
Musetta is so good and kind
I know
Here, take these...
Sell them and bring back a cordial...
And fetch a doctor
-Rest now
-You won't leave me?
This may be the last time
she'll ever express a wish...
The poor thing!
I'll buy her a muff...
I'll come with you
You're a kind soul, Musetta
Well, my old trusty cloak...
I stay, but you must climb up
the sacred mount as my pledge
Let me express my gratitude now
Never have you bent your ancient
back to the rich and powerful...
But many are the philosophers
and poets...
...who have passed through the
tranquil chambers of your pockets
Now those pleasant days are over
So I say farewell, my faithful friend
Schaunard, we can both do an act
of kindness, each in his own manner
I - with this coat
And you...
...by leaving them to themselves
Philosopher, you talk sense
It's true, I'll go
Have they all gone?
I pretended to be asleep...
Because I wanted to be alone
with you...
There are so many things to say...
Or perhaps only one thing -
as vast as the sea...
...as the deep, limitless sea
You are my love and my life!
Mimi, my lovely Mlmi...
Am I still lovely then?
As lovely as the dawn
You've used the wrong expression...
You meant to say as lovely
as the sunset
They call me Mimi...
I don't know why...
The swallow has returned
to the nest
My bonnet!
Remember the very first time
I came here?
As if I could ever forget...
My candle had gone out
You were so perturbed...
then you lost your key
And you were groping in the dark
to find it
I searched and searched...
My cunning boy...
I can tell you now
I know you found it almost at once
I was only assisting destiny
It was dark and you couldn't see
my blushes
Your tiny hand is frozen!
Please, let me warm it
It was dark and you took my hand
What is it?
It's nothing, I'm fine
Hush now, for pity's sake
Yes, forgive me...
I'll be good
-ls she asleep?
-Only resting
I saw the doctor!
He'll be here soon
Here is the cordial
Who is that?
It's me, Musetta
How lovely and soft it is...
No more frozen hands, now...
How warm...
It feels so good...
-Did you get it for me?
-Yes!
You... how extravagant...
Thank you!
It must have cost a lot...
Are you crying?
But I feel fine...
Why are you crying then?
My love...
...is always with you!
My hands...
...so nice and warm...
...to sleep
-What did the doctor say?
-He's coming
Blessed Madonna...
Grant your grace to this poor girl
and do not let her die
We need some sort of shield...
the flame is flickering
Please, make her well again...
Holy Madonna, I am unworthy
of forgiveness
But Mimi is an angel from Heaven
-I still hope. Does she seem worse?
-I don't think so
Marcello, she is dead!
Musetta, take this
How is she?
As you see, she is peaceful
Why is everyone runing around?
Why do you look at me like this?
You must be brave!
benumbs me...
...as if I've been drenched by its
freezing water
To get even, I'm going to drench a
Pharaoh!
And you?
I watch the smoke rising to the grey
sky from the rooftops of Paris...
...and I think of our good-for-nothing
swindler of a stove...
...sitting idly by,
like some grand lord
It's been a long time since he was
last given decent wages
What good are forests buried
in the snow?
Listen, Rodolfo, I've just had a
profound thought:
I'm frozen stiff!
Well, Marcello, I won't pretend that
I'm enjoying a sweaty brow
My fingers are frozen...
...as if I'd kept them immersed in
that ice-box of Mesestta's heart
Love is a fireplace that consumes
too much...
...and too quickly!
-Man is the fuel...
-And woman the grate...
-The one is reduced to ashes...
-...as the other one looks on
Meantime, it's freezing...
...and we're dying of hunger
- We must have a fire!
- Wait...
Let's sacrifice the chair!
Eureka!
-You found a solution?
-Yes
Yes, we've brains enough to burn -
ideas make good fire
-You mean, burn my Red Sea?
-No, painted canvas makes a stench
Let's burn my play - its dramatic
fervour will warm our bodies
What, by reading it?
You freeze me
As the paper burns, the poetic fire
will soar back to the skies
What a loss to the century!
Rome is in peril
Such great soul!
- Act One!
- Here!
Tear it
Burn it
What blissful blaze!
The Apocalypse is at hand!
You can't pawn anything
on Christmas Eve!
A fire!
-Hush! We're feeding my play...
-...to the flames
- Quite dazzling
- So vivid!
-But short-lived!
-Brevity is golden
Author, the chair, please!
One freezes to death in the interval -
hurry!
Act Two
Not a sound
-What a profound thought!
-And the perfect colour
In that waning blue, an ardent
love-scene flickers
There goes a page
And there go the kisses
Now three acts all together
-ldeas born of a brave spirit
-Beauty vanishes in happy flames
-Heavens, the flames are dying!
-What a vacuous, flimsy drama!
It crackles, withers, dies!
Down with the author!
-Cigars!
-Bordeaux!
-Firewood!
-Bordeaux!
Fortune rains down a great feast
upon us
-The Bank of France opens its vaults
-Pick them up
-Pieces of metal?
-Are you mad? Who is this man?
-Louis Philippe! I bow to my king!
-The king is at our feet!
Listen, this gold, or rather silver -
it's quite a story
-Stoke up the stove!
-How I've suffered from the cold!
Some Englishman - a Lord or Milord,
or whatever - wanted a musician
-Come! Let's set the table!
-Where's the feast?
So I offer my services and
he engages me...
-Cold roast beef!
-Pastry!
I ask: when do we begin
the lessons?
Will you listen! He takes me on
and I ask him:
'When do we begin the lessons?'
He replies: 'Right now!'
He points to a parrot...
...and says: 'l want you to play till
this bird is dead!'
-What glow! - What pastry!
-I play in vain for three long days...
-Finally, I turn my charm on the maid
-What, no tablecloth?
-I have an idea
-The newspaper!
-One should not read at table!
-The maid offers it some parsley...
Finally, the bird spreads his wings...
Lorito opens his beak -
In she puts a little sprig
of parsley...
...and he dies like Socrates!
Who?
To hell with the lot of you!
What are you doing?
Stop it!
These provisions are our
insurance...
...against the future, against those
dark, uncertain days
How can you think of dining
at home on Christmas Eve...
...when the streets of the Latin
Quarter are waiting out there...
...festooned with sausages and all
those other treats?
When the air is sweet with
the fragrance of fritters?
And young girls sing happily...
It's Christmas Eve!
Each girl with her student
sweetheart
Show some piety, my masters!
We'll drink at home but
we must dine out!
May l?
Who is it?
Benoit
-The landlord!
-Lock the door
There's no one home!
The door is locked
Just a word
Just one!
The rent!
Bring a chair!
- lmmediately!
- Please, don't bother...
-Sit down
-Some wine?
-Drink
-A toast!
-Here's the bill for 3 months' rent
-How nice
So you see...
Another drop?
-Thank you
-A toast!
To your health!
I came to remind you that you
promised last quarter to...
When I make a promise, I keep it!
-What are you doing?
-Are you insane?
See that?
Now please, you mustn't leave us
so soon
Tell me, how old are you?
-My dear M Benoit?
-How old am l? Come now...
-About our age, I'd say
-Oh more, much more
He said he's about our age
You were seen the other evening
with your little lady-love
That's right, you were seen
at the Mabille - do you deny it?
It was a chance meeting
-A lovely girl
-Very!
You rogue!
You seducer!
-What a man! An oak, a cannon!
-And such good taste, too
-Lovely tawny curls she had
-You rascal!
And he was leaping about,
nimble and fancy-free
I'm old, but I'm fit
-So proud and nimble...
-And he won her maidenly virtue
I was shy in my youth...
now I'm making up for it
Such a delightful pastime...
...young girls
And a little...
I don't mean a mountain of blubber
or a great big globe...
...with a face like a full moon
But not too skinny either -
certainly not!
A skinny woman can be such a
nuisance... and even worse
She can make your life a misery
Take, for example - my wife
His wife? A married man nurturing
such wicked desires!
-He infects our virtuous dwelling!
-Out! We must purify the air!
Throw the adulterer out!
Your morals offend us...
-But...
-Silence!
Leave this place!
And good-night to you, Sir!
I've paid the rent
On to the Latin Quarter!
-We're expected at Momus' !
-Long live the spender!
Let's divide the loot
Share it out!
Such beauties descended
from Heaven
Your're rich now, try to look it!
What you need is some grooming!
I'd be happy to present my head
to a barber
Lead me on to the razor!
Let's go!
I must stay a bit longer to finish
my article for 'The Beaver'
Well, hurry up!
Just five minutes - I'm an
old hand at it
-We'll wait down by the porter's
-lf you're late, we'll come for you!
Five minutes...
And make sure you cut short
the ' Beaver's' tale!
'-Mind the stairs!'
'-Hold on to the handrail!'
'-It's so dark!'
'-Damn the porter!'
' Blast it!'
Colline, are you dead?
'-No, not yet'
'-Hurry up!'
I'm not in the mood
Who's there?
'-Excuse me'
-A woman!
'I'm sorry, but my candle'
'has gone out'
-Would you...?
-Won't you sit down?
-Thank you, but no...
-Do come in
Aren't you well?
It's nothing
You look so pale!
I'm out of breath...
It's those stairs...
What do I do now?
She looks so ill
-Do you feel better?
-Yes
It's so cold in here
Come closer to the fire...
Wait...
Have some wine...
Thank you
-Here...
-Just a little, please
Enough?
'What a lovely girl'
May I light my candle?
I'm much better now
-Must you go already?
-Yes
Thank you... Good evening
How silly of me!
The key to my room...
where have I put it?
Don't stand in the doorway
The candle is flickering
in the draft
Oh dear! Would you light it again?
Now mine has gone out, too
-But where is my key?
-Damn this darkness!
-How silly of me!
-Where can it be?
I'm such a tiresome neighbour...
Not at all
Yes, I am a nuisance
Don't say that, please
-Will you keep looking?
-I am...
Where can it be?
Have you found it?
I thought you...
No, honestly
-Are you looking?
-I am...
Your little hand is frozen...
let me warm it
It's no use searching, we won't find
it in the dark
But fortunately, we have the
moonlight tonight
And the moon is so close to us
Just a moment, Mademoiselle -
allow me a few more words...
I'd like to tell you who I am,
what I do and how I live
May l?
Who am l...
Who am l? I'm a poet
What do I do? I write
And how do I live? I live
I live in poverty
Yet like a lord, I luxuriate in
rhymes and hymns to love
When it comes to dreams, fantasies
and castles in the air...
...l can match any millionaire
But my treasure chest has just
been robbed...
Two thieves - a pair of lovely eyes -
have stolen all my jewels
They stole in with you,
a moment ago...
...and stole my precious dreams
I've been robbed of my lovely
dreams
But their loss means nothing to me
For they've been replaced
by the sweetest hope
Now that you know me...
Won't you speak?
Will you tell me who you are?
Won't you tell me, please?
Well, they call me Mimi...
Though my name is Lucia
There's not much to tell
I embroider linen and silk,
at home and out...
I'm peaceful and content
I find pleasure in embroidering
lilies and roses
I like the sort of things...
...which hold a special charm
for me
Things that speak of love and spring
Things that speak of dreams
and fantasies
Things that can be called poetry
Do you understand?
They call me Mimi
I don't know why
I cook and eat my meals alone
I don't often go to church
But I pray a great deal
I live alone, all on my own...
...in a little room that looks out
over the rooftops and the sky
But when the snow thaws...
...The first rays of sun belong to me
The first kiss of April is mine
The first ray of sunshine is mine
I keep a rose in a vase...
...and I inhale its fragrance
The perfume of a flower
is so delicate
But, alas, the ones I embroider
have no perfume
There is nothing more to tell
I am your neighbour
and I'm intruding on you
'Rodolfo! Are you deaf?'
'-You crawling snail!'
'-You verse-monger!'
A few lines and I'm done
-Who are they?
-Friends
'-We'll get you for this!'
'-What are you up to all alone?'
I'm not alone, there are two of us
Go and save a table at Momus'.
We'll be with you shortly
'Momus, quietly and discreetly,'
'here we come!'
'The poet has found his muse'
- You lovely girl...
- 'The poet has found his poetry'
Sweet vision, shimmering
in the moonlight
In you I behold the dream
I have always dreamed
Love alone commands me!
-Such ecstasy stirs within me...
-Love, you alone command me!
How sweetly his words
fall upon my heart
-Love awakens in a kiss
-Love alone commands me!
Please, you mustn't...
You're mine
Your friends are waiting
Are you dismissing me already?
I'd like to say -
but I dare not...
Say it
What if I came with you?
What, Mimi?
It would be so lovely to stay here
It's cold outside
I'll be near you
-And later on?
-Don't be curious!
Give me your arm, my little one
I obey you, my Lord
Say you love me
I love you!
The D is flat! How much
for the pipe and horn?
-Come on
-To buy the bonnet?
-Hold on to my arm
-I'll cling to you... let's go
'I'd like to sell something, too'
Young ladies, who would like
to buy a bit of love?
I'll strike a bargain with you:
I'll sell my pure heart for a penny!
The crowd shoves and pushes, never
tired of chasing every cheap whim
A rare copy, quite unique -
a Runic grammar!
-Where's Rodolfo?
-At the milliner's
-Come on, my friends are waiting
-Does this pink bonnet suit me?
It goes well with your dark curls
What a pretty coral necklace
My uncle is a millionaire
With God's good will,
I'll buy you a prettier one
-Let's follow the others
-Take care, girls!
-What a din! What a crowd!
-Let's go down Rue Mazarin
I'm suffocating here! Come on,
let's go to Momus'
Look, the cafe is right here!
Let's go to Momus'
Who are you looking at?
-Are you jealous?
-A happy man is always jealous
When I'm full, I need lots of room
-Are you happy?
-Yes, very
-And you?
-Very happy
Two places!
At last!
This is Mimi, who embroiders
flowers
Her presence completes this
charming company...
...because I am the poet...
...and she is the poetry
My brain makes verses flourish
Her fingers make flowers blossom
And our two ecstatic hearts together
make love bloom!
Good Lord, what an original
concept!
Worthy of our company
An essential ingredient
All I have to add is " I second that"
Here comes Parpignol with his toys!
One sausage here!
Parpignol! Here is Parpignol!
With his cart all lights and flowers
-I want the horn!
-I want the pony!
-The drum, the tambourine!
-The cannon, the whip!
-Roast venison
-A turkey for me
-Some table wine!
-A shelled lobster!
You scamps, you little devils!
What are you doing here?
-Get home to bed, you rascals!
-Just you wait and see!
The trumpet, the toy horse!
-What would you like, Mimi?
-Some ice-cream
Splendid - now there's a lady
for you!
I say, Miss Mimi, what rare gift
has your Rodolfo given you?
A pink embroidered bonnet that
goes well with my dark hair
I've wanted such a bonnet
for so long
And he has read what I've kept
secret in my heart
He who can read the heart
surely understands love
-He must be a sage
-And a true scholar
He already has his diplomas, and
his rhymes are not crude weapons
In fact, whatever he expresses
has the ring of truth
Oh those beautiful days
of illusions and utopia!
When you're full of faith and hope,
how lovely it all seems
The most divine poetry...
...is that which teaches us to love
Love is sweeter than honey
Each to his taste -
it's either honey or gall
-Goodness, have I offended him?
-He is grieving, Mimi
Come, a toast!
Bring more wine!
Down with our troubles,
up with our glasses! Let's drink
And bring me some poison!
-There she is!
-Musetta!
-Look, it's Musetta!
-What style!
She treats me like a slave!
-Eat here? Outdoors?
-Sit down, Lulu
Don't call me that! Save it for those
who deserve it
Don't be a Bluebeard!
-How's that for dignity?
-With that chaste Susanna!
She's very well dressed
-Angels need no clothes
-Do you know her? Who is she?
Ask me. Her name is Musetta
'-Marcello has seen me...'
-Her middle name is Temptation!
- Being fickle is her vocation
- 'He ignores me!'
-Skipping from lover to lover...
' -They all make me sick!'
A screeching owl!
If only I could scratch
A bird of prey, living off
men's hearts
And here I'm stuck with
that old pelican
She eats hearts...
That's why I have none
Waiter! This plate smells
of stale oil
Please, Musetta, not so loud...
He won't look at me!
-I could hit him!
-To whom are you speaking?
-Who are you talking to?
-To the waiter! Leave me be
-I'll do as I please
-Not so loud!
-I'll say what I like
-Softly, softly
-Look who's here! It's Musetta!
-With that old babbler
-He can't be jealous of this mummy!
-Propriety... manners... upbringing
We'll see if I've lost the power
to bring him round
What a splendid farce
-You won't look at me?
-I can't, I'm ordering our meal
Quite splendid!
Just bear in mind one thing...
Once slighted, I never forgive!
She speaks to one and is answered
by another
I love you so much, I'm all yours...
why talk of forgiveness
While the other, cruel and vain...
...pretends not to understand
but keeps promising honey!
Yet your heart is hammering!
Speak softly
As I wander alone in the streets...
...people stop to stare and drink in
my beauty from head to toe
Tie me to my chair!
What will people say?
'As I see the flames of mute desire...
'...in their eager, entreating eyes...
'...l am transported by a swelling tid
'of my own yearning'
This silly song turns my stomach
- 'You know, you remember, you suffer'
- The poor girl is quite in love
'You cannot avoid me! I feel the'
'anguish you never show...'
'l know you well,'
'you feel dead inside!'
What will people say?
Marcello loved her once, but the
vixen left him for the easy life
Lovers adore their chains,
both the binder and the bound
Colline will never fall
into such a trap
She's very pretty, I grant you...
The braggard is about to give in
-Softly, please, softly...
-I'll do as I please! Leave me be!
-The poor girl moves me to pity
-Sullied love should be avenged!
Leave me be!
'l must get rid of the old boy!'
What is it?
Such pain, it's burning!
Where?
My foot!
'My youth is not dead yet'
There's a shoe shop over there,
hurry!
'My memory of you is not yet dead!'
Go and buy me another pair!
'lf you were to knock at my door'
'l would run to open it'
You siren!
We've reached the last act!
The bill!
So soon?
Who asked for it?
Let's see
-It's a lot
-Out with the money
The rear guard!
Where's my fortune gone?
The rear guard is coming!
Let me have the bill
Quickly, add this to the other bill
The gentleman I was with will
take care of it
The gentleman will pay
Put it at his table and give him
my respects!
Let's get lost before the old boy
catches us with his prey
You there... open up!
We're the street sweepers...
It's snowing
Hurry up! We're freezing
Coming!
'Who found pleasure in his glass'
'and love in a pair of lips?'
'There's pleasure in a glass'
' But young lips are made for love'
The milk-maids are here
Butter and cheese!
Poultry and eggs!
Which way are you going?
To Saint Michel
Shall we meet later?
At noon!
Can you tell me...
which way is the inn?
There's a painter here,
painting some inn
Good woman, would you go and fetch
the painter, Marcello
I have to talk to him urgently
Tell him Mimi is waiting for him
out here
What's in that basket?
-It's empty
-Pass!
I hoped I'd find you
We've been living here a month
at the innkeeper's expense
Musetta gives the guests
singing lessons
And I paint the soldiers
and decorate the inn's walls
It's cold
Come on in
-Is Rodolfo in?
-Yes
Then I can't go in - I can't
Why not?
Dear Marcello, help me
What's happened?
Rodolfo loves me
He loves me yet he shuns me...
He is eaten up with jealousy
A gesture, a word, a friendly kiss,
a flower...
Anything will make him suspicious
He quarrels with me,
he gets into rages
At night, I often pretend to sleep...
...and I can feel him trying to pry
even into my dreams
He keeps yelling:
You're not for me!
Get yourself another lover! You're not for me!
It's his anger speaking, I know...
But what can I say to him, Marcello?
A love like yours makes it hard
to live together
You're right, that is true...
We must separate
Will you help us?
We've tried to help ourselves,
but we cannot do it
I don't worry about Musetta,
nor does she about me
- We love in fun and laughter
- It's true
Yes, we must separate
Songs and laughter - these are
the blooms of constant passion
Do what you can for us
Very well
-I'll wake him up
-ls he asleep?
He came in about an hour before
dawn and fell asleep on a bench
Look
That cough...
It's been wearing me out
since yesterday
He fled from me last night,
saying:
It's over!
At daybreak I hurried over here
to find you
He's awake, he's getting up...
He's looking for me...
-He's coming
-He mustn't see me
Go on in, Mimi, for pity's sake
Don't make a scene!
That's it, Marcello!
No one can overhear us now
I want to part with Mimi
Are you so volatile then?
Once before, I thought that
my heart had died
But in her blue eyes it found
so much to live for
But it's all so tedious now
You wish to mourn another?
Once and for all
Change your rhymes
This gloomy love of yours...
...can lead only to tears
Without fun and laughter
love grows weak and fragile
-You're jealous
-A little
You are an angry, prejudiced,
tiresome and stubborn lunatic
Now he'll make him angry!
Poor me!
Mimi is a flirt
She toys with them all
Some Viscount dandy makes
eyes at her...
...and she lifts her skirt and shows
her ankles, full of promise
Need I say it?
You don't sound sincere
You're right, I'm not
In vain I try to hide my true misery
I love Mimi above all else
I love her but I'm so afraid
Mimi is so ill!
She declines every day
The poor girl is condemned
What does he mean?
A terrible cough shakes
her fragile chest...
...and her cheeks are already
drained and ashen
Alas, I am dying...
My room is a squalid hovel
The stove is dead
Only the north winds come in
to play there
She sings and smiles
and I'm consumed by remorse
I am the culprit leading her
to her death!
What can we do?
Oh, my life is over!
-Mimi is a hot-house bloom
-How pitiful!
-Poverty has robbed her strength
-Poor creature
My love alone cannot bring her
back to life
What? Mimi, you're here?
'-So she was listening...'
-You overheard me?
I worry so easily and
panic over nothing
-Come in to the warmth
-No, it's stifling in there
That's Musetta's flirtatious laughter!
You flirt! I'll teach you
Farewell!
You're leaving?
I came in with joy
when your love called me
Now Mimi must go back
to her lonely nest
Back to her embroidery
and her flowers
Goodbye...
And no regrets!
Listen to me!
Gather up the few things
I've left behind
There are things I locked away
in my little chest
My gold bracelet, the ribbons
and my prayer book
Wrap them up in an apron
And I'll send someone to get them
Under my pillow you'll find
my pink-coloured bonnet
Keep it, if you like,
as a memento of our love
Farewell...
Goodbye, with no regrets!
Then it really is all over?
You're leaving, my little darling?
Farewell, my dream of love
Farewell, sweet morning
awakenings!
-Goodbye, life of dreams!
-Goodbye, quarrels and jealousy
Those quarrels that your smile
soon soothed away
-Goodbye, suspicions...
-...and kisses...
...and poignant bitterness...
The bitterness which l, the poet,
rhymed with "tenderness"
-ln winter one can die of loneliness
-Loneliness is too unbearable
Whilst as spring awakens,
we have the sun!
-What were you doing with that man?
-What do you mean?
'No one is ever alone in April'
When I came in you changed colour
He asked if I like to dance...
I said I could dance all night
'The whispers of lilies and roses'
'The sweet chattering of birds'
-Deceitful excuses!
-I must have my freedom!
You won't find horns under my hat!
'When spring blooms'
'we have the sun!'
I hate lovers who behave
like husbands!
'The fountains murmur and evening'
'breezes bring balm to human anguish'
'Shall we wait for another spring?'
-Sir, I'm delighted to say goodbye
-Your servant, and I'm off
-House painter!
-Viper!
-Toad!
-Witch!
'Forever yours, for life'
'We must part...'
' But let us part when the flowers'
'are in season'
'lf only the winter could last forever
In a coupe?
With livery and pair;
she smiled at me
Well, Musetta, I said,
and how is the heart?
Either it stopped beating or I can't hear it...
...covered by velvet as it is!
How very interesting
Go on, you fraud!
You suffer, yet you laugh
Her heart stopped beating?
Good!
- l, too, met... - Musetta
- No, Mimi...
You saw her... did you now?
She went past in a carriage,
dressed like a queen
Good, I'm happy to hear it
The liar, he's in agony
-Back to work!
-To work!
Useless pen!
Useless brush!
Mimi, gone never to return,
those lovely days...
Those tiny hands,
that fragrant hair...
My brush seems to be
at her command...
That snow-white skin...
-Mimi, my brief youth
-lt paints against my will!
If I want to paint skies or land
or winter or spring...
...it still traces two dark eyes...
...and red, smiling lips
It's the face of Musetta
over and over again
-And you, gay bonnet...
-And there is Musetta's face...
-...which she left under her pillow
-...all charm and deceit
-You, witness to our short-lived joy..
-Yet Musetta blooms and flourishes...
-Come to my dead heart...
-And my humble heart calls to her...
-Come to me, for love is dead...
-My heart calls to her and waits...
What time is it?
Time for yesterday's dinner
And Schaunard isn't back?
-Here we are
-Well?
A dish worthy of Demosthenes:
-A herring! - Salted
-Dinner is served!
This is a veritable horn of plenty
Put the champagne on ice
Choose, Baron, trout or salmon?
Perhaps a parrot's tongue, Duke?
Thank you, no, it's too filling...
I'm going to a ball tonight
Finished already?
I'm late - the King expects me
Not another conspiracy!
The King has summoned me
to the Ministry
Good!
However... I shall see...
Guizot
Hand me the goblet
You drink - I'll eat
I beg permission of this
noble assembly...
-Enough! - What a concoction!
-Away with the heel!
I feel irresistibly inspired
by a romanza
-A choreographic piece then?
-Yes!
A dance to a vocal accompaniment
Clear the floor
A gavotte
A minuet
A pavane
A fandango
I propose a quadrille
Choose your partners
I'll do the calling
A charming maiden...
A little respect for my modesty,
pray...
' Balancez'
-The 'Rondo' first!
-No, you fool!
The manners of a lackey!
I believe I've been insulted!
-Draw you blade!
-Ready! Try me!
I'm thirsty for your blood
One of us will end up minced
Fetch a hearse
Fetch a cemetery
And as the duel rages,
Rigaudon whirls and dances
I've brought Mimi! She's ill
-Where is she?
-She's too weak to climb the stairs
Bring the bed forward
Some water...
Hush now...
You must rest
My Rodolfo!
Do you want me here with you?
My Mimi...
Always, forever!
I heard that Mimi had left
the Viscount...
She was fading fast
But where could she be?
I searched and searched...
And just now I saw her
on the street...
She was hardly able to walk
'l cannot last', she said.
'I'm dying, I know it...
'l want to die with him!
He may be waiting for me'
I feel better already
'Come with me, Musetta', she said
I want to look around...
How good it is to be here
I feel revived...
-I can feel life returning
-Blessed lips...
-You will never leave me again...
-To hear your voice again...
We've nothing in the house!
Ah, poverty!
She won't last the hour
I'm so cold, so cold...
If only I had a muff!
Will these hands never feel
warm again?
Here, warm them in mine
Hush now!
Talking tires you
It's just a slight cough!
I'm used to it
Good day, Marcello...
Schaunard, Colline, good day...
Here you all are...
-You're smiling at Mimi again
-Don't speak
I'll speak softly, don't worry
Marcello, listen to me -
Musetta is so good and kind
I know
Here, take these...
Sell them and bring back a cordial...
And fetch a doctor
-Rest now
-You won't leave me?
This may be the last time
she'll ever express a wish...
The poor thing!
I'll buy her a muff...
I'll come with you
You're a kind soul, Musetta
Well, my old trusty cloak...
I stay, but you must climb up
the sacred mount as my pledge
Let me express my gratitude now
Never have you bent your ancient
back to the rich and powerful...
But many are the philosophers
and poets...
...who have passed through the
tranquil chambers of your pockets
Now those pleasant days are over
So I say farewell, my faithful friend
Schaunard, we can both do an act
of kindness, each in his own manner
I - with this coat
And you...
...by leaving them to themselves
Philosopher, you talk sense
It's true, I'll go
Have they all gone?
I pretended to be asleep...
Because I wanted to be alone
with you...
There are so many things to say...
Or perhaps only one thing -
as vast as the sea...
...as the deep, limitless sea
You are my love and my life!
Mimi, my lovely Mlmi...
Am I still lovely then?
As lovely as the dawn
You've used the wrong expression...
You meant to say as lovely
as the sunset
They call me Mimi...
I don't know why...
The swallow has returned
to the nest
My bonnet!
Remember the very first time
I came here?
As if I could ever forget...
My candle had gone out
You were so perturbed...
then you lost your key
And you were groping in the dark
to find it
I searched and searched...
My cunning boy...
I can tell you now
I know you found it almost at once
I was only assisting destiny
It was dark and you couldn't see
my blushes
Your tiny hand is frozen!
Please, let me warm it
It was dark and you took my hand
What is it?
It's nothing, I'm fine
Hush now, for pity's sake
Yes, forgive me...
I'll be good
-ls she asleep?
-Only resting
I saw the doctor!
He'll be here soon
Here is the cordial
Who is that?
It's me, Musetta
How lovely and soft it is...
No more frozen hands, now...
How warm...
It feels so good...
-Did you get it for me?
-Yes!
You... how extravagant...
Thank you!
It must have cost a lot...
Are you crying?
But I feel fine...
Why are you crying then?
My love...
...is always with you!
My hands...
...so nice and warm...
...to sleep
-What did the doctor say?
-He's coming
Blessed Madonna...
Grant your grace to this poor girl
and do not let her die
We need some sort of shield...
the flame is flickering
Please, make her well again...
Holy Madonna, I am unworthy
of forgiveness
But Mimi is an angel from Heaven
-I still hope. Does she seem worse?
-I don't think so
Marcello, she is dead!
Musetta, take this
How is she?
As you see, she is peaceful
Why is everyone runing around?
Why do you look at me like this?
You must be brave!