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Casanova
My life and loves.
That's just about
God, I'm tired.
But there is one story
I haven't put down.
Francesca.
That's a story
which isn't mine to tell, really.
So keep it to yourself.
- For how long?
- I don't know how long.
- It's a man, and you're a whore.
- I'm an actress.
What's the difference?
Giacomo.
You be good for your grandmother.
- Now, you know I love you very much.
- Mama.
Listen to me.
Look out there.
Know one day you'll come back to Venice
and I'll return for you.
I promise.
I promise.
She means when I am dead.
It's not her fault.
It's in the blood.
Aheat for love. Irresistible.
Irresistible.
Sophia, my love!
My husband.
Your husband is the luckiest man in Venice
and doesn't know it.
And it's lucky he's not in Venice.
Sweet darling,
I love you like no other.
You are my dreams come true.
Please, please make love to me again.
Casanova, tell me I'm the only one.
Of course. I always do.
- Darling, I'm home!
- My husband!
I know Casanova well.
It's just like him.
- Has the iceman come yet?
- Yes.
And he comes again tomorrow...
Don't believe what people say.
I don't conquer. I submit.
I've never sought glory as a lover.
Well, what then,
Signor Casanova, do you seek?
A moment that lasts a lifetime.
So, tell me.
This unusual order of nuns you belong to.
Is it a very strict order?
Very. No
jewels or nice clothes before sundown
and back in our cells by...
- Heavens! Is that the time?
- You don't have to go.
I must.
It's been delightful. Only...
Only...
How do I know you're really Casanova?
Yes! Yes!
Casanova.
- The Inquisition is here looking for you.
- No.
Forgive me.
Quick. If they catch you,
they'll hang you.
Giacomo, wait.
Tell me I was the one.
You are the one.
- You won't forget me, will you?
- No, I could never.
- Casanova. For you.
- Thank you.
- Where is Casanova?
- I've taken a vow of si...
Eternal damnation.
For one night with Casanova.
Seems fair.
We've got him.
Come on.
..hours of study by respected thinkers
of our time, including myself.
I'm not old-fashioned in this matter.
I do not say a woman's place
is at the hearth and in the bed.
What I do say...
What I do say
is let them be educated at home.
On the higher planes
of science and philosophy,
women serve only to distract us,
to bring us down
to our earthly appetites.
set foot inside this university.
Let my opponent take the floor.
And now Dr. Giordano of Padua.
- Too late, gentlemen.
- Silence!
Let me show you
who is bringing whom down to earth.
A woman is air and fire
and lightness and strength.
Like this little vessel
that would rise up to heaven
were it not held down by ballast -
bags of sand.
The dead weight of men
with their heads full of sand.
by this demonstration of a toy.
It would never strike the superior intellect of
a man, or I'll eat my words.
Eat these briefs, signor, for these are the
words of the philosopher Bernardo Guardi,
who was said to live in this very city.
Bernardo Guardi. That madman.
Wait until the Inquisition
catches up with him.
Call him a madman,
but he has more understanding of women
than any man in this room.
And I'll wager he has better luck
with them in bed as well.
Strumpet.
There he is! Over there!
Stop him!
Hold him!
Gentlemen, my apologies.
You see?
The dead weight of men.
But I didn't know
what was happening. He...
He bewitched me.
He said he was the Holy Ghost.
And it's happened before.
You are charged with
debauchery, trespass, heresy.
To wit:
fornication with a novice.Well, she was hardly a novice.
For which the punishment is death
by hanging, tomorrow at dawn.
And this time your admirers in high places
won't be able to help you.
Excuse me, Inquisitor.
The doge.
Dalfonso.
Prince, we were just talking about you.
What brings you here?
- I have a special interest...
- I have a special interest.
This time the prisoner has been
condemned on the evidence of a nun.
A special interest in your witness.
- Sister Beatrice?
- I need a word.
For God's sake,
don't you know who she is?
- Who?
- Cardinal Lopresta's mistress in waiting.
He entrusted me with safeguarding
her virginity for him alone.
She's leaving for Rome today.
Your witness
is Cardinal Lopresta's sister, Beatrice.
His sister? Oh, God!
Those Romans.
Think about it, Father Dalfonso.
Who's going to get the blame
for dragging her into the Casanova affair?
Take your time.
Me?
Signor Casanova, this seems to be
another case of mistaken identity.
You are free to go.
You know I'm your friend,
but I'm being threatened by Rome.
Venice, I'm afraid,
is perceived as a hotbed of...
Well, as one enormous hot bed
with silk sheets and heretical books
under the mattress.
The people here are given over to
physical pleasure and skepticism.
Do not abuse my sympathy
for you, Casanova.
I'm expelling you from Venice.
Your Excellency, I worship beauty.
There's no harm in that, is there?
- Worship it in Paris, London.
- I can't leave Venice.
- Why?
- I'm waiting for someone.
- She may let you down.
- No. She promised she'll come one day.
You don't understand.
I'm expelling you from Venice
for your own good.
- Unless...
- Unless what?
Unless you find yourself a respectable wife.
A good woman from a good family
will give you protection.
A wife?
It will soon be the time of Carnevale
when authority winks at our indiscretions.
- You're bad enough during Lent.
- But Carnival's in a few days.
You better not waste any more time then.
- Meanwhile, you're on good behavior.
- A wife?
- No scandals,...
- Getting married?
..duels, drunken escapades.
Morning, Lupo.
- You were right to be.
- We're getting married.
- Congratulations. To whom?
Don't know yet.
Any callers?
Landlord, tailor, wine merchant,
usual creditors.
Look at the state of us.
Where have you been all night?
It's like being married already.
Can you get me some fresh clothes?
We have some shopping to do.
- The Contessa Morelli-D'Aosta.
- Yes, yes, yes. Oh, but, no, she snores.
Yes, I remember.
Lady Veronique Costello.
- Heavenly.
- Yeah.
- Duchess of Urfe.
- Yes.
- But didn't she poison her husband?
- Did she? I don't remember that.
Ah, Giulietta Badalamente.
Sadly, she hasn't
poisoned her husband yet.
Perhaps if we told us
what we're looking for.
I don't know. Beauty, modesty.
- Purity.
- All that.
Lupo. We have had a vision.
Still spying on your virgin?
She'll never look this way
if you don't make yourself known.
The whole town's talking about it.
It's just appalling.
You think those men liked hearing
they're no good in bed?
If they wanted that,
they'd go home to their wives.
Francesca, arrogance
in a woman is not attractive.
She's not arrogant.
She's just angry.
- Fruit, sir?
- Don't defend your sister.
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