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NOW MY CHARMS ARE ALL O'ERTHROWN

AND WHAT STRENGTH I HAVE'S MINE OWN,

WHICH IS MOST FAINT.

The Tempest, W. Shakespeare.

Giacomo?

Giacomo?

Casanova?

You went out?

What's going on?
Why have you stopped?

We wanted to know what you thought
of the prologue. Didn't we, Leo?

- We wanted to link...
- All right, we can talk later.

Now, let's get on. Come on.

Go!

Leo?

You've edited the first half,
haven't you? Let's see it.

Unfortunately,
what's not there cannot be seen.

What does that mean?

Gianni

we're friends,
we've known each other a lifetime,

but now I'm speaking to the editor
of all my films!

The start contains the whole story.

Let's see if I've understood
the scale of this tragedy.

Of your film,

for which I've mortgaged my only home,

for which I'm breaking my back

to try to get it
to the Venice Film Festival

of your film,

you've only edited the prologue?

No, Alberto, not exactly.
We have the whole film in our heads.

Leo, we've made ten films together.

Things have gone pretty well,

we've become friends even.

Now you have a really beautiful home,

a driver who takes you around
in a really beautiful car.

People call you maestro...

Are you listening to me?

Come on! I'm going home.

What's happened to him?

I don't know.

Ever since he came back from the set
he's like a different person.

He finds endless excuses
to not come to work.

He's always nervous, distracted.
I've never seen him like this.

It's like he didn't want to finish the film.

Look at me, Gianni,
if I don't get this film to Venice,

I'm ruined. No, really, eh!

At this point there's only one solution.

Welcome home, Leo!

Gianni, you know him like the back of
your hand, you know what he'd like.

Ask him every now and then
for some advice,

show him something if he wants,

but, please, Gianni, save this film!

Gianni, you have to do it. Do it!

Girls who laugh are beautiful.

You're not too bad either!
Dressed like that, in the mud,

with a book in your hand.

- And then with that face.
- Why? What kind of face do I have?

A face that's seen lots of faces.

I heard someone's wanting
to make a film round here.

And you?

- Are you the director?
- Yes, I'm scouting for locations.

- A film about farming?
- No!

About the passage of time.

Is it hard to be an actor?

Read a bit of this!

Read it, read it. Try!

"The Return of Casanova".

- How should I read it?
- Any way you like. Simply.

"You don't know Venice either?"

"Casanova asked marcolina
and thought:".

"The city where I was young..."

"Oh! If I'd met you then..."

"And he had another idea, almost
more absurd than his previous one:."

"What if I took you away with me now?"

- Have you finished editing?
- Yes.

The film's finished.
Though I'd never stop changing it.

But the producer tells me,
"Lorenzo, stop now! Stop!"

Your first film
met with critical enthusiasm,

and some even spoke of a masterpiece.

- Are you worried about the second?
- I tried to make a free film.

Well, as free as possible...

No, I'm not worried.

- What did the film cost?
- Sorry, I don't know.

Your film along with
Leo Bernardi's on Casanova,

could represent Italy at
the Venice Film Festival this year.

It would be a great honour for me
to be in Venice with Leo Bernardi.

I consider him a maestro.

Yes! Via muratori 22,

hurry, please, I've really hurt myself.

Get out of here, you!

Dr Saccocci to Geriatrics.

Dr Saccocci to Geriatrics.

Ankle, eh?

Ah! Excuse me, what are you doing?

- Does it hurt if I do that?
- Of course, it hurts, a little.

There's no tibiotarsal distortion, eh!

As far as I'm concerned,
you can go home.

- Do you have a crutch?
- No. Sorry, who the fuck are you?

Pleased to meet you.

Luigi Picchi. I'm a lawyer.

But since I turned 56 and I lost my wife

a heart attack.

I'm afraid to sleep alone.

I've been spending the nights here
for a couple of years,

$0, in the unfortunate event, let's say...

I feel I'd have an advantage.

You know

sometimes
seconds can make the difference.

Remember that.

But you're fine, eh!

- You can go home, I'd say.
- Thank you.

Mr Bernardi to room 5.

Get yourself a crutch
and put some ice on it.

Fine.

Leo Bernardi to room 5, thank you.

I recognised you, by the way.

What marvel are you preparing for us,
Maestro!

THE RETURN OF CASANOVA

At the age of almost 60, Casanova,

for some time
no longer pushed to wander the world

by the youthful pleasure of adventure,

but by the restlessness
of advancing old age

was seized by such an intense nostalgia

for the city of his birth, Venice,

that he began to circle around it,

like a bird coming down to die
from the heights of freedom

in ever tighter spirals...

In that air that was too clear
for the thoughts that tormented him,

everything seemed senseless
and repugnant to him.

Casanova knew well

that once upon a time
a single word would have been enough

to have that young peasant woman
for his pleasure.

But now...

Be careful, sir!

Your coach almost hit me!

I expect an apology, sir.

Giacomo!

Is that you? Olivo?

Clearly you were hiding in the brambles

of this poor brain of mine.

But let me look at you.

You're a different person
since I saw you at your wedding.

But as you can see, I've changed as well.

Now I'm just a dusty man.

Come, I have fresh water in the carriage.

Without giving Casanova
a chance to refuse,

Olivo invited him
to spend a few days at his villa,

instead of the humble inn
where he was staying.

How's it going?

I don't know... Basically...

I saw an interview with a young director

what's his name...? Lorenzo Marino.

He says he made a "free" film.
What the fuck does that mean?

It seems he's also going to Venice.

And it's only his second film!
But the critics love him.

What?

- I mean, doesn't that bother you?
- Who?

This Marino, so full of energy...

Well, young people... they run!

Fuck off!

Silvia!

Excuse me...

- Do you know her?
- No.

Gianni, I'm in deep shit.

- I'm gonna take a taxi and go, eh?
- I'll wait with you.

- No! You're tired, you go home too.
- Leo, listen, tomorrow morning

- come to the edit suite for an hour.
- Yeah.

- Then I can continue on my own.
- OK, see you tomorrow.

It's obscene, obscene!

He's made one film, and the critics
are screaming about miracles.

"The future of Italian cinema!"

It's insane.

- I interviewed him.
- Yes, I saw it.

And he seemed pretty interesting
to me. And nice as well.

- May 1?
- Yeah, sure!

It's not that you're envious?

It's not envy, love, it's indecency!

It's this shit

of flattering
the infantile screeching of talent.

It's the end of any merit,
of hierarchy, of duration in time.

I'm convinced
he'll come up with something great.

And you hope he comes up with it
especially for you, eh?

I think you should go back to A&E
and your new friend.

He's afraid of dying and you,
when you finish a film, get depressed.

Don't tell me I'm depressed
when you know fine I'm depressed.

It irritates me.

And then, if I really have to hear
it, I want a psychiatrist to tell me.

And not a random blogger
who thinks she can talk about cinema,

but instead is gagging to get
the talented young director into bed!

You've broken my balls, Leo.

Find a carer, because it's time.

Well done, well done!

Fuck!

Casanova already regretted
having accepted the invitation.

What, then, did he have
to look for in Olivo's house?

Why didn't you learn to drive?

I like to be driven.

He would see Amalia again, Olivo's wife,

but it had been a long time.

- What did you do with girls?
- What did... what do I do!

Pull over! I'll walk.

Where's the rest of your luggage,
Giacomo?

This is all I own, my dear Olivo.

Times have changed.

Amalia! Come here!
I've brought you a guest.

And what a guest!

You see? What a surprise, Amalia!

Good!

I'd stay a little less
on Casanova's close-up.

Yes, but we have to go on!

Did you like the meeting with Olivo?

It's exactly how I wanted it.

Exactly how I wanted it.

- Is Alberto hassling you?
- Yes, and he's right.

I know.

We have at least a month
to finish editing the film

and Venice is already breaking
his balls to see it.

That's not the problem,
the problem is that I'm not well.

In fact, I feel terrible!

But why?

Tell me what the fuck is wrong.

No.

At least you can think only about the film.

Decide, director,

you have to decide.

And so here you are again, Casanova.

You've no idea
how much I've longed for this day!

It's just coincidence that I'm here,
Amalia.

Call it what you like.

What matters is that you're here!

I was happy for the first time
in your arms,

and I want to be again with you,

for the last time as well!

It's too hot here!

The last?

My friend Olivo may have certain
objections in this regard.

My love for Olivo is duty.

Sometimes even pleasure.

But it's certainly not happiness.

It never was.

Yes, Maestro, they're supplements,

but you mustn't overdo it
even with supplements.

- What about some real medicine?
- Mr Bernardi,

you know very well
you need a prescription.

Take a look at me, I have
the prescription written on my face!

Be careful, Maestro, though!

Sorry, my boyfriend's here.

Give me a kiss! Quick.

Thanks, director!
He wouldn't leave me in peace!

So I told him you were my boyfriend!

What are you thinking about?

Your mouth.

So I'll see you again?

Who's that girl?

marcolina, Olivo's niece.

Do you like her?

She's beautiful, yes!

And as cold as a water ice!

I want to kiss your lips tonight,
Casanova.

If you were seeing me now,
for the first time,

would you like me the way you did then?

Look at me, Amalia!

The wrinkles, the bags under
my eyes, the creases on my neck.

And here, here in the corner,
I'm missing a tooth,

and these hands, Amalia! Look at them!

The swollen, blue veins.

These are the hands of an old man,
Amalia.

I'll come with you,

only after I've possessed her

marcolina.

- What do you want, Giacomo?
- To possess that girl.

She will make me young again.

I, instead, would love you my whole life.

- Who is it?
- Gianni, it's me.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, I wanted to tell you

that I saw the edit... It's great.

It's three in the morning!
Let's talk about it tomorrow!

Sorry, Gianni, sorry...

I've something important to tell you,
you're the only friend I have left.

- Is it a matter of life or death?
- Yes.

- But if you want I can wait, eh!
- Thanks.

My son's sleeping through there.

You know, after my divorce...

What, you regret leaving her now?

She left me, but...
can't we talk about this tomorrow?

Sorry, Gianni.

Gianni, do you love me?

Yes, I love you. But go to bed!

And try not to dream too much.

Yes, hello, this is Bernardi.

I need a car early tomorrow morning.
Thanks.

OK, go.

A drop of gel, OK.

Get the ropes, she's ready.

Come on, you can see the nose.

Pull.

Pull down!

There he is!

Love!

You were good.

Wow!

It's a real struggle!

You'll be tired?

No. They were ready.

Have you finally decided?

- So what have you come for?
- Nothing, I wanted to see you.

Have you really decided?

This isn't about deciding,

it's about desiring.

Silvia, I don't know.

Come here!

And don't come here
to tell me "I don't know".

Because I can't do a fucking thing
with your "I don't knows".

Hi, Gianni.

Didn't have a matter of life
or death to tell me about?

In fact, I've come to resolve the matter.

Where are you?

- I can hear cows.
- Cows, yes.

Cows, cows.

Gianni, if you only knew
how many things I have to tell you,

let's meet this afternoon, eh?

With a clear head. Bye, bye.

With words,

but I'm happy to be here with you...

In honour of his dear friend,

the good Olivo had organised a dinner,

inviting some of his neighbours

who came to his mansion with pleasure.

There was the Marquis Celsi,

a man in his 60s who,

even if his fortune
was beginning to crumble,

was still fairly rich,

who couldn't hide an arrogant face
beneath his heavy makeup

and one that certainly
didn't inspire any sympathy.

The Marquise his wife,
younger than him and Neapolitan,

of humble origins and easy ways,

was largely responsible

for the dwindling
of her husband's patrimony.

And Abbot Rossi, whose acidity

was also due

his not having been able
to progress in his career.

I hope, dear friends,

that our humble repast does not
disappoint your refined palates.

And... here's the beautiful marcolina.

Come, dear,
sit next to my friend Casanova.

Casanova noticed that in her gaze

shone not even a hint of the light

that had greeted him so often

in the gaze of women, in times past.

For a few days now,

I've noticed a certain tension in the air.

Two of my friends departed
in the night with their regiments

- in the direction of Milan.
- Well...

Since the Spaniards
adopted this arrogant attitude,

you have to be on guard...
I know something about this, eh!

- Will there be war?
- It can't be ruled out.

But who will we side with?

The Spanish or the French?

To Lieutenant Lorenzi
it should be indifferent.

He will still succeed
in proving his courage.

Then, you are more informed than me,
Signor Casanova.

Indeed, you are
more informed even than my colonel.

I've just been granted unlimited leave.

I fear I must accept your hospitality
a little longer, Marchesa.

Are you joking?

We were...
I mean, my wife was so convinced

of your departure that,

10 "fill the void" of your absence

she had already invited another
of her dearest friends to the castle.

Very famous for his warbling.

The singer Baldi.

Oh, what luck!
Baldi and I are good friends.

- We'll certainly get along.
- It would suit both of you.

Good. The time has come, gentlemen,

to express my gratitude to my friend,
the Knight of Seingalt,

for honouring my home
with his presence!

And where is he?

Where is he, my dear Olivo,
this Knight of Seingalt?

Forgive the lieutenant, sir.

Many still know you, sir,
by your old and famous name

of Casanova.

I didn't know the king of France
had conferred

this noble title on Signor Casanova.

I was able to spare the king the trouble.

The alphabet is a common good.

I chose a number of letters
and made myself

the "Knight of Seingalt".

I hope the name I have given myself
meets with your approval, Lieutenant.

Come, my friends,
let's have another drink.

And tomorrow
we'll go to see the convent!

Uncle, you know I don't like convents.

The vow is nothing but compulsion!

Like marriage.

But it's a beautiful place! Isn't it, Abbot?

Beautiful!

Good, eh?

What do you say?

Look, look...

Until recently if I typed Leo,
I would come out straight away.

Now instead the names come out
of a lot of people I don't know.

- But if I type Lorenzo Marino...
- Again?

Do we wanna stop with this?

He already has one foot in Venice,

and you're talking to me about tragedies.

You're on my intercom
at three in the morning,

you're hanging out with cattle.
What is wrong to you?

Do you think I'm a mess because I envy
him, or envy him because I'm a mess?

Look here, look!

What are you doing?

Casanova noticed that in her gaze

shone not even a little of the light
that had...

So, I climbed on to the wardrobe
in my room

and threw myself off,

flapping my arms like wings...

- Are you filming me?
- Yes.

You know that annoys me. Put it down.

Anyway, this is the scar

I got hitting the headboard of the bed.

And now turn it off.

Will you turn it off? Come on.

Turn it off!

- No.
- Turn it off.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Cool your jets, all right?

If you made a shit film,
take it out on yourself.

Look at you...

You're all the same.

Rich, hysterical and whiny.

Ah, there, done.

- The toilet's fixed as well.
- Thanks.

Other problems?

Well... the robot vacuum cleaner
does pretty much as it likes!

That must be a problem
with the central system.

Have you changed your habits recently?

- No, why?
- Eh! "Why?"...

- Antidepressants.
- How dare you?

- You have to be very careful.
- That's my business, goodbye.

Yes, it might be your business,

but it could also be
the business of the house.

Meaning what?

I'm going to reveal
a business secret to you,

it's a delicate thing.

A client of ours in Chicago,

when his wife left him, his house flooded

because the taps
were all opened at the same time.

The company is still studying it,
but it seems the sensors are sensitive

to the owner's mood.

If I were you, I'd be careful.

"Now that my appearance has changed,"

"I look for myself and I can't find me."

"I'm not the same man as yesterday
nor today, I am..."

"I was."

Look at those little eyes.

With the pleasure of tormenting himself,

Casanova
let the corners of his mouth dangle

even more limply...

The skin slackens

as if enduring a role
in bad taste at the theatre.

He showed his tongue...

His white tongue

he croaked in a voice
that was intentionally hoarse...

Rather than Casanova

you should've been called Casa-old!

a series of stupid insults
against himself.

All right...

I see you're all sorted.

Eh, sometimes I stay the night as well.

Do you miss your wife?

No. We didn't even talk anymore.

- But I have a son. I look after him.
- Eh, right!

And you do well to.

He's good with me.

I look after him

and he looks after me.

We help each other!

We talk about our problems.

We tell each other things.

My father

at 76 spread a malaise around him,

of the soul, of the body, that gradually

alienated all the people who loved him.

I didn't go to see him anymore either.

Then one day

he told me,

"I'm turning myself in, I'm going to jail."

He changed the lock on the door

and didn't open it to anyone anymore.

And then one spring day

he opened the windows,

he got on to a chair to see
what was going on outside...

What was going on outside?

I never knew.

I found him dead on the pavement.

- You never told me.
- In fact.

Secrets and loneliness

kill you.

So, if you want,

I'm here.

I met her on set.

I expected this. It's marcolina, isn't it?

No.

Her name's Silvia, she's a farmer.

But it's not like the other times, eh!

Silvia! What is it?

I'm fine...

It's so beautiful...

Did you have fun on set yesterday?

I don't know.

- Will you pass me the gun?
- The gun?

The compressor gun.

This?

It's just that I don't like
sitting about doing nothing.

If you don't do anything,
you won't understand anything.

- But one thing struck me.
- What?

How long it takes
to shoot a single scene.

A whole day... it's crazy!

But at least a film lasts forever!

Forever... a film lasts as long as
there's someone who wants to see it.

And do you love it forever?

I don't know.

I love it when I'm making it.

Then I feel a kind of affection and
I have to make the next one right away.

I, instead, would love you my whole life.

And so, dear marcolina,

you don't like convents.

Yet they're quiet, isolated places,

far from prying eyes.

They're places of obedience

like the courts.

I must confess to you, sir,

that I have no particular affection
for the princes of the earth

nor for the institutions of the state
as such.

And I'm convinced,

be it in the little things or the big,

that the world is somewhat troubled
by selfishness and ambition.

Sir! They're waiting for you.

A shame!

Right now that we were finally alone.

I wish you good luck with the cards
and sleep well.

Have you talked to her?

I don't need to talk to her,
Casanova, I told you:

marcolina will never belong to a man.

- And Lieutenant Lorenzi?
- What does he have to do with it?

- He's her lover, I know!
- You're wrong!

Lieutenant Lorenzi asked
for her hand and she rejected him.

Even though he's young...
and handsome...

Perhaps more handsome
than you ever were, Casanova.

Who is it?

Silvia, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

Wait for me to come down.
Stay there, I'll come down!

This intercom never works!

I'm pregnant.

Are you joking?

It's mine?

No, it's mine.

But I made it with you.

Furthermore, in 'The Maid of Orleans',

your dear Voltaire
displays all his contempt

for religion and patriotic sentiment.

This cannot be denied.

I don't agree with you at all, sir.

I think instead that that poem

is the evidence of his scientific
and literary genius

and his tireless
and passionate search for the truth.

Doubt, mockery

and even a lack of faith,

if accompanied by a great deal
of knowledge, honesty and courage

may be more pleasing to God

than the modesty of a pious man.

Behind which modesty,

cowardice and hypocrisy
are often concealed!

We will never be able
to grasp the infinite and eternity.

And what are we left with, if not
living by the fate assigned to us,

or even against it?

Humility and rebellion
both come from God.

True, sir?

Sir! This way.

She isn't a woman, Casanova thought.

She will be a scholar, a philosopher,

she will even be a prodigy,
but she isn't a woman.

It's a unique place, isn't it, my friend?

Yes.

marcolina, where are you?

Where are you all?

Casanova?

Who are you?

Who are you?

He couldn't figure out
if she were a lover from his past

or a woman he'd never met

who broke her vow of eternal silence.

He only knew one thing:

His name for the first time today,

had reached his heart

with the full sound of love.

They're only excuses, Leo.

But I want it and I'm having it.

A son at 637

Silvia! Do you realise that
when he's 7 years old I'll be 70?

So I'll be changing your nappies!

Silvia, please...

But it would mean
completely changing my life.

Can you understand me?

Perfectly.

You don't want a child with me

and I won't waste my time with you.

But now let me dance, director.

Dance?

What do you mean, dance?

I have a lot of life ahead of me,

and all the time to fall in love again.

Welcome, Maestro.

We're honoured to have you here.
Come, I'll take you to the elevator.

Your dressing room's on the 2nd
floor. They're expecting you.

After makeup
you'll be taken to the studio.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

Maestro! I can't believe it!
I'm Lorenzo Marino.

The idea of being in competition
with you in Venice... It's crazy!

You know my father showed me
your first films,

and I've seen them all since then.
Every one of them!

We could say I "grew up" with your films!

I get the feeling
you watched them the wrong way.

Make an effort!

You have to convince them
that you're making a great film

and that you have it in your hand.

Alberto, I have nothing in my hands.

"Mesdames et messieurs!
Nothing from here, nothing from here!"

Excuse me,
how do you talk about a film?

I was just going to ask you
to talk about yours.

'The Return of Casanova'.

Yes, but a film cannot talked about...

Could you talk about a night of love?

A film is personal, for those
who make it, for those who see it...

But a suggestion, at least, an idea...

What's your film about?

I don't know what to say.

This time while filming I met someone...

Who day after day
become increasingly precious.

Do you know what Hitchcock once said?

"For you what I have made is only
a film, for me it's my whole life!"

I've always thought that. Always.

For me, life is only bearable
when I'm filming.

But...
this person made me have some doubts.

After all, what we lack
is only a little courage.

But I don't want to avoid
your question, eh? So...

Casanova wonders
if he still has the strength

to continue to play his character.

And...

I wonder if I still have the time
to grab some leftover of life.

I don't know what this film's about.

Alberto, don't make that face, eh!

When one film's dead,
you make another.

This is the last time
I'm making a film with you.

Get the fuck out of here. Both of you.

Out! Go!

OK...

I'm almost home.

What are you gonna do?

Find an autobank, get a taxi.

- See you, eh!
- Bye.

WITHDRAWALS AND PAYMENTS

I'm stuck inside!

Welcome home, Leo!

I'm going to piss.

Welcome home, Leo!

Welcome home, Leo!

Welcome home, Leo!

Leo! What the fuck's going on?

The house
is rebelling against melancholy.

It can happen, you know?

It happened in Chicago.
The technician told me.

Welcome home, Leo!

Welcome home, Leo!

What the fuck...?

Welcome home, Leo!

- Good evening!
- Good evening, I'd like a double.

For the Maestro on his own.

How long will he be staying?

Tonight to start with, then we'll see.

Leo? Do you have some ID?

Look, in the meantime, take my ID.

If you want to check on the internet

search for Leo Bernardi.

All right, give me a moment.

Nothing.

Look better: This gentleman here
is the Maestro Leo Bernardi!

Search!

Ah... There he is!

Excuse me?

Maestro of what?

Is this you?

I don't know what to do anymore, Gianni.

The truth is, I feel I'm drifting.

So tell the truth!

If you feel you're drifting,
we'll make a drifting film.

Here. This is to help you sleep.

Four, five drops, eh!
Don't attach yourself to the bottle.

Thanks.

Please, come out

at least two drops! Little! But come out.

Let's go, come on.

I'm tired, this game's boring me.

I'll take my leave, gentlemen.

Good night to you all.

My compliments, sir,
you were better informed than me.

My regiment is actually leaving, the
day after tomorrow, before sundown.

- And you're only telling us now?
- But it's not that important.

Not so much for me. But for my wife!

Don't you think?

And a little bit for me as well,

since yesterday I lost 400 ducats to you

that I would like to win back.

Here they are, Marquis.
Let's play them all at once.

So you won't have to run
for long after your money.

Thank you, gentlemen! This will be
my last game for a long time

- in this hospitable home.
- Sit down, Lieutenant.

The night is still young.

And my wife is a patient woman.

If you like, my coachman
can go home and warn her

that you'll be late!

I have to go to Mantua
to join my regiment.

To Mantua...

To Mantua!

Regiment...

And I don't have a ducat left!

I have the money, Lorenzi.

That's two thousand ducats.

And I can lend you more if necessary.

Sit down, Lieutenant, let's play.

Gentlemen! Maybe we should go
to prepare for the night.

We wish you all sweet dreams.

A thousand ducats.

We'll stop here.

Maybe it's best for me
and the dear abbot too...

Please, forgive me, gentlemen,

for my shameless luck.

Well, Marquis,

as you can see I can't continue,
I have nothing left.

And I don't intend
to take any more loans.

Now you must excuse me, gentlemen...

I'm going to get the money.

I'm really curious as to how you'll do that.

There isn't a single person in town

willing to lend you one ducat,
let alone two thousand!

Besides,
you're about to leave for the war,

you might not even come back.

You'll get your money back, Marquis

- on my honour.
- Your honour?

For me your honour
isn't worth half a ducat,

never mind two thousand.

You will give me satisfaction
for this, Marquis.

As soon as you've paid your debts.

However,
we have to allow Lieutenant Lorenzi

to go to get the money.

Well, that's right, Marquis!

I agree. But I demand a pledge.

Whatever Lieutenant Lorenzi
might have done,

you, Marquis, are the worst of rogues.

At our age,
we mustn't let anyone beat us.

My pledge.

Are you satisfied, Marquis?

Very satisfied.

Also because I know
these stones very well.

I gave them to my wife myself,

and now you've come home!

Magnificent!

I'll be waiting for you at noon
tomorrow with my money.

Good night, gentlemen.

Where are we going, sir?

I have a proposal to make, Lorenzi!

I have no intention
of accepting your charity.

I'm not offering you money,
but rather an exchange!

Here are the two thousand ducats
that you need.

You spoke of an exchange.

I'm listening.

You will simply tell me yes or no.

Even if my proposal
should provoke your astonishment,

disapproval or indignation.

I want to enjoy a whole night

with marcolina.

And to do that I want marcolina
to think that I'm you, Lorenzi.

You will now go and propose to her
one last night of love without words,

in such a way that
she won't wonder about my silence.

You'll tell her to leave the window open

and to be ready,
naked with her eyes blindfolded,

to make it more exciting.

I'll be gone before the sun comes up.

She won't be able to recognise me
in any way.

If you accept this exchange,

these are yours.

It was a deal like any other,
Lorenzi, now we're equal.

Hello, I'm the manager of the hotel.

And?

I'm sorry to disturb you, Maestro,

but we have a serious problem.

Word got out
that you're staying here with us

and we have a number of reporters
in the lobby asking for you.

Well... so what?

We've taken the utmost care
with your privacy.

But at this point we have to do the same

for our other guests.

I believe
that a greeting would be enough,

a couple of words... to send them away.

A couple of words?

Of course!

Give me time to get tidied up.

Thank you very much...

Back!

- Why did you take refuge here?
- Bastards!

Easy, easy.

Maestro! Is this film ready?

Will there be
an all-Italian challenge at Venice?

What... what...?

Back!

Why another film about Casanova?

- Out!
- Maestro, have you met Marino?

Out!

Tell me I'm a genius.

"Bernardi attacks the press."

"Casanova throws down the gauntlet."
Eh!

"Venice explodes."

"Marino replies to Bernardi:
See you at the Festival!"

What is it? You not got anything
to say to your director?

You're right, it's all bullshit,
the important thing is the film.

I've finished it.

What do you mean, you've finished it?

And you didn't tell me anything?

Well, you could've told me, couldn't you?

It's my film!

But you...

You really are an egotist!

You're a capricious child.

You're a narcissist.

You listen only to yourself.

You've never listened to a word
anyone else had to say.

I've been in here for days
working for you!

And you play the fool with the press!

The truth is,
you don't want the finish the film,

because real life
is waiting for you out there.

So now you sit in that chair
and do your homework!

And you watch it from start to finish.

Otherwise, don't come back here!

Fuck you...

Stop!

Stop!

He read a single word in her eyes.

Not bastard, coward or thief...

But the most terrible of all:

Old!

I was waiting for you.

Lieutenant Lorenzi

don't you think this idea
has come to you a little late?

One of us won't leave this place
alive, sir...

As you wish.

But I would like to point out
that unfortunately I'd be forced

to appear in a wholly inadequate outfit.

Follow me.

I don't intend to give you any advantage.

Casanova thought
that perhaps he was living

the last moments of his life.

After all, what else did
he still have to do in the world?

How thin the trees are up there...

Why are the birds
not singing in the branches?

I'm ready.

What if I throw my sword away?

If I hug him?

En garde, sir.

Why that angry look, marcolina?

Look at us.

Are we not both worthy of your love?

Youth and old age are only a lie!

He is young,

but I'm Casanova!

Lucky you.

I watched it, eh!

I think we'll have to go back to Venice...

Gianni, thank you.

That's why I liked you
when you said that the cinema

is like the passion of love.

Because it's true! That's how it is!

Our story too, if you think about it, no?

The story of a director
with his actor... there,

it has everything of the love story.
Absolutely everything, eh!

- Don't get me wrong now...
- No! I'm with you, I'm with you.

- I see you misunderstood me.
- No! I haven't misunderstood you.

So tell me what I said.

That you have a feeling for me that's
like love, but you're not homosexual.

- You see, you misunderstood.
- So, you're in love with me

- and you're homosexual!
- But no! You're misunderstanding.

You keep misunderstanding, Leo.

Even though

it's true that I was jealous of you.

And that I envied you, a lot.

Do you know when?

Yes.

When?

When Silvia came to the set.

She brought oranges

she peeled them with her fingers

and fed me like a child.

Exactly.

I now

am no longer Casanova,

in a month I'll be Uncle Vanya, then

a Mafia boss in a TV series...

Instead there,

I saw how you looked at each other.
There was

real life in that gaze. Do you understand?

Not cinema, real life.

And I envied you.

Casanova finally returned home.

But his first and much desired dream
at home

was dark and dreamless.

The new world...

The magic lantern...

Come in and see the new world.

He's good, though, eh?

Yes.

Very.

He's still a dickhead, because he's 30.

Let's have a toast, shall we?

To Lorenzo Marino's Golden Lion,

and to youth.

- I'm going, I'm shattered.
- Bye.

Thanks.

When one film's dead,
you make another!

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see the film.

But I couldn't get a ticket.

So I went for a swim.

TO CORRADO COHEN,
THE LAST OF THE LIBERTINES

THE RETURN OF CASANOVA