Casanova Page #3

- She's in love with Casanova.

- Who is?

- Victoria.

- My love. Remember?

- Oh, yes.

- Engaged to Casanova.

- Yes.

Well, you'll have to beat him

at his own game.

But how? I'm up against

a world-class seducer.

- Hello.

- So? What would Casanova do?

- I don't know. What would Casanova do?

- Well, to start, he wouldn't mope around.

- No, I suppose not.

- Misery is not attractive.

If you want to be loved,

you have to be worth loving.

That's the first rule.

And second

be the flame, not the moth.

- The flame, not the moth.

- Yes.

It's my tongue.

Got very loud.

So, your sister, is she happy

with this new fiance of hers?

No. She's never met him.

- Really?

- Besides, she has a secret lover.

- A secret lover?

- Yeah.

- Who?

- Well, I don't know. It's a secret.

Anyway, she's always

sneaking off in the... See?

I'm sorry.

Lupo, there she is.

Casanova.

We are buying Victoria's trousseau.

Only three days to go before the wedding.

Casanova.

No intercourse before the wedding.

I'm a traditionalist.

I mean social intercourse, of course.

Paolo. Paolo, let us off.

A secret lover.

He's going to bang her to pieces.

From Rome.

The Inquisitor's office.

"A cesspit of heresy and fornication."

Surely not...

Oh, they mean us.

Do we know him?

You'll see there are suspicions Casanova

enjoys the protection of this very office.

That's absolutely rid...

It's either his neck or it's ours.

It better be his.

Get me my notebook.

Oh, dear.

She's completely worn him out.

I found his name.

He's a writer.

"The Subjugation of Women

by Bernardo Guardi."

No wonder. He's entered her head

and her heart as well.

"Here we live in the midst of masculine

domination and what be the result?"

"Half the population

is missing from the feast?"

"You have no right to property

and government, nay, not an opinion...

"lf ever a man wants to have

a woman fall in love with him,

all he need to say...

"All he need to say is,

'l have too long dominated

the conversation. What are..."'

..your thoughts on the matter?

What are your thoughts?

- Meat? I'm the tailor!

- So you are. Forgive me.

Thank you, sir.

What are...

What are your thoughts on the matter?

My thoughts?

Well, I'd say...

No, Lupo. I'm...

Could I have some tea?

Of course.

Mother, my fiance is turning up tomorrow.

What shall I do?

It's simple. Do your duty.

Is it my duty to marry a man

that I don't know just because he's rich?

Yes, it is. Your duty to your father

who had your best interest at heart.

Marriage is a safe haven, my darling.

And love?

Love?

Love is something else.

It's the weather being good every day,

because wind and rain

are just another kind of good weather.

That's love.

Perhaps when you see him,

you'll fall in love with your husband.

He's not my husband yet.

If you go against your father's wishes,

we'll continue living in debt,

at the mercy of everyone we owe.

- But if you honor the betrothal...

- The contract.

The betrothal

then our troubles will be over.

It's between you and your conscience.

Amen.

- Signor Salvato.

- I do come here to make confession.

- What are you doing?

- What am I here to confess?

Well, let's see.

Jealousy.

Pride.

Covetousness.

Despair.

And you?

I came to prepare my soul for marriage.

You're troubled, Signorina Bruni.

My troubles are nothing to you, signor,

and little enough to me.

To be bartered in marriage

is no small thing,

especially for a woman

of independent mind.

I see my brother's tongue wags again.

In future he can fight his own duels.

- You can't come in.

- It's all right. I'm a doctor.

You're not Casanova?

No. I can prove it

if you'll show me your chest.

- Are you often in church?

- I followed you.

Surely it is your friend Casanova

for whom fiances add spice to the pursuit.

If you knew him,

you wouldn't be so quick to condemn him.

If you understood women,

you would not be so quick to defend him.

Love is not an affair of a night or a fortnight.

And true love doesn't grow

with the number of lovers. It wastes away.

- Where's your instrument?

- I'll get it out in a minute.

But you can't blame those

who seek love wherever they can.

Perhaps it's merely the murmur of the flesh

that hasn't known the flutter of the heart,

meant for an evening but not a lifetime.

But can't that still be love all the same?

It seems you're trying

to woo me, Signor Salvato,

by offering to make me

a notch on your bedpost.

Come now, we are speaking of Casanova,

and I am a different man.

You see, Casanova couldn't understand

that of all the ways love can be true, there...

there is one way.

And that way is the sum of all the others.

Now, I've too long

dominated the conversation.

What are your thoughts on the matter?

- What did you just say?

- What?

- I'm in hell.

- I'm busy.

Another note to your lover?

I'd tell him it's all over if I was you.

Go away.

I'm marrying Papprizzio.

- What did I do?

- Somebody came here

who wanted to read your latest pamphlet

before publication.

- What?

- Did you show someone my work?

I didn't show anyone anything, on the

memory of your father, whom I served well.

Until he fired you for stealing.

- Where's the manuscript?

- I took it to the printer's like I always do.

You write, I get it printed under my name,

I take the commission.

Everyone's happy except the priests.

- These new shoes, Guardi?

- Church gave them to me. They don't fit.

Don't lie.

This is an addition to page five.

Take it to the printer's.

Nobody came. Nobody bribed me.

Would I be sober if they had?

That's him.

- Here. Add this to chapter one.

- Thank you.

Guardi says, "Why should women lace

themselves out of their natural shape?"

- Casanova.

- Signorina.

I left my window open.

My darling, I have so many windows

and so little time.

Burn our corsets.

- What are you doing?

- Sorry. Forgive me. It was an involuntary...

Please let me help you.

"In the heart of every woman,

there is room for a pet."

"Dogs and cats provide

solace and affection."

"How rare is the man who knows

that the pet of choice for today's woman

is the intelligent and noble pig!"

- A pig?

- I'll pay for the damage. I'm well-endowed.

If you get my... I'm sorry.

That came out wrong.

Will you tell your lady

that Signor Salvato is here with a gift?

My mistress says the pig cannot come in.

But the animal we'll take.

I have news about the fiance.

His name is Papprizzio.

He's from Genoa.

He's arriving at noon.

He's rich.

Of course he is.

Everything's turning

against us these days, Lupo.

- How much do we owe?

- About 1 500 lira.

Lay out our second-best suit, Lupo.

Who owns this tub?

I do, sir.

And I'm Pietro Papprizzio,

merchant of Genoa.

- And what's your cargo?

- Lard.

- Lard?

- Finest in the world.

- Tell him, Fulvio. Tell him.

- Yes, sir.

Tub of lard.

Do you mean to tell me you've never

heard of my lard? We'll have to fix that.

I want to see one of these posters on every

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