Casanova

My life and loves.

That's just about

one woman for every page.

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...

Of course it is their place.

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.

So I say no woman shall ever

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.

Only a woman would argue

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.

- We were worried about us.

- 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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