All language subtitles for Casanova_(2005)_BluRay_high_(fzmovies.net)_c45e1473ee4adfbcc0ee9552f665895b

Bollocks!

Get him!

Don't just stand there!

Get him!

Get him!

Run, Jack!

Run!

That's the man!

Get him!

Run!

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

I'm sure we can sort
this out amicably.

I'm sure we can sort
this out amicably.

Look at it this way...

Look at it this way... if
you could do what I could do,

then you would do it, too.

But you can't.

But you can't.

I can.

And I have.

And I'll do it again.

So you should be happy for
me just a little, tiny bit.

Don't you think?

And you, sir.

Just consider...
you love your wife.

I love your wife.

Aren't we both on the same side?

If you think about it,
I'm... I'm, um, what was it?

I'm huHQTY-

Maria!

Rule of thumb... keep your
flour box and your spice box

separate.

Don't go putting them together
because the spice migrates.

You'll end up with bread that
tastes of something foreign,

and I'm not having that.

Excuse me.

I've had no food It's
gone past 20 o'clock,

and no one's delivered my meal.

What's that, sir?

You've had nothing, sir?

Oh, I can't apologize
enough, sir.

We've got pigeon and beef.

And I can top it
off with this, sir...

lovely bit of crayfish sauce.

Have some bloody sauce!

It's do this and do that.

Get your own bloody food.

You want seconds?

Your master shall hear of this.

You'll have to shout.

He's in Madrid.

And he's your
master, don't forget.

So don't get clever.

You're no better than me.

Now, then.

Spice boxes, that's right.

Oh, and the same
with the salt box.

Keep it separate.

So does that man work here?

Course he does.

He's the librarian.

Oh, he might dress like
a lord, but he's only

a servant, same as you and me.

What's his name?

Giacomo Casanova.

Really?

Any relation?

Who to?

The Casanova?

Whoever he is,
how should I know?

There was a man with that
name years ago in Venice.

Do you want this job or not?

Well, stop the chat
and do some work.

Scrub that table down.

Have some bloody sauce.

I suppose you've
pissed in the wine.

I'll have it if
you don't want it.

Oh, another servant
with attitude.

You're a servant yourself, sir.

Then why are you
calling me sir?

Because that might be correct
for a man with your name.

And you are?

Edith, sir.

Started today

Off you go, Edith.

My father was burgomaster
of St. Valencia.

When I was young,
he'd read to us,

stories of lords and ladies,
and of one man in particular...

the adventures of
Giacomo Casanova.

Is that you?

What's the burgomaster's
daughter doing working

in the kitchen?

He died last year, sir.

And there's not much
provision for Widows,

and he had his debts.

Gambling?

Yes, sir.

Good man!

Now that
sounds like Casanova.

Is it true, sir?

All those stories
about the old days?

Here they are.

My life, the truth of it.

They say you met the Pope.

Two popes.

And royalty... Louis XV, King
George II, Catherine the Great.

Glorious times.

My father used to
warn us about Venice.

He made it sound like the
most outrageous place...

Do you want sex?

If my reputation lives on, then
that's what you've come for.

Fine.

If you want initiation,
let's get on with it.

Well, it's true, then.

Because that's all your
reputation is, sir... filth.

Since when was it
filth to love a woman?

No, sir, not love, but sex.

That's a different thing.

Oh, you'd know, would you?

I don't, and not
until my wedding day.

That's typical of
nobility... playing

games with the servants.

Is that what I am?

Nobility?

Course you are,
sir... Giacamo Casanova,

the chevalier de Seingalt.

That's not what it says here.

Well, then tell me.

I swore myself to silence.

All right.

Then let me guess.

If you weren't born
rich, it was all poverty,

living in the gutter,
begging for scraps.

No, it was worse than that.

I was born the
son of an actress.

- What's the boy doing here?
- I don't know.

He just turned up.

Giacomo, go home.

You're supposed to
be with your father.

What's wrong with him?

He never says a word.

He's an idiot.

He was born an idiot.

Takes after his father, then.

It's no good staring.

I can't take you with me.

I told you, I found you a
school in Padau with Dr. Gozzi.

He can look after you.

I've simply got to go right now.

Do you understand?

I've got no choice.

Since your father died,
I've got to earn a living,

and the Russian court has
paid for me to perform.

I can't take you with me.

It's a court, a proper
court, a royal court.

I can't Walk in
there with a child!

Are you ever going
to stop staring?

Do you understand any of this?

That's my job.

I'm paid to go
wherever I'm told,

and St. Petersburg
is paying for me.

They bought me.

It's not my fault.
Stop staring at me!

Oh, and now he's bleeding again.

Look at what I'm wearing!

How can I kiss him goodbye
when he's covered in... aren't

you going to say anything?

It's not my fault.

He's bleeding again.

Santini.

Give him a cloth or something.

He's a freak, sir.

Indeed.

Now give the freak a cloth.

Come on.

Imperfect of.

Casanova, conjugate.

Anything?

Anything?

Can the homunculus speak?

Is there nothing inside
that head apart from blood?

Are you the idiot?

Come on, you can talk to me.

Look at you, all nosebleeds.

No Wonder they pick on you.

That's better.

There.

You're feet's dirty, you know?

Gotcha.

I bet you're dirty all over.

Or Do you want me to keep going?

All right, then.

That's your knees.

How about if I... what you think?

Yeah?

How about I go all the way up?

Yes!

Yes!

Never mind that.

Here's a poem of my own.

Yes!

Ye...

Is this all going
to be like this?

Like what?

pornography-

No.

Pornography's over there,
second shelf on the left.

If you know my reputation, then
you must have expected this.

You don't have
to go into detail.

I'd appreciate it if
you kept it clean.

That leaves about three pages.

Anyway, I'd come alive.

I was a scholar.

Then, 15, I became a priest.

16, I was thrown
out of the seminary.

I left Padua in disgrace.

Then came Venice.

Finally, in the year of our Lord
1746, I returned to the city

a man, soon to become a legend.

21 years old, dressed
in Florentine lace

and Chinese silk, versed
in Latin and Greek, French

and Spanish and philosophy and
science and theology and music,

a head full of facts and
britches full of fire

and a heart already in love,
in love with that city,

the republic of Venice,
a city under quarantine,

trapping us inside, leaving us
to boil and mate.

But my wallet empty, my
silk and gold and lace

all borrowed or stolen or fake.

No qualifications, no
contacts, no breeding.

Only my Wits to survive in a
city that devours the weak.

Hello.

Good bye.

Hello, yes.

Hello.

Maybe later.

Oh, yes.

Yes, from China.

How's the leg?

Good.

I'm fine, yes.

I'm fine.

Super.

I'm marvelous.

Just dandy, thanks for asking.

And I said to
Cardinal Acquaviva,

how can the Church maintain
its authority when the language

itself is beyond reason?

For example, in the Latin,
can anyone explain to me

why the word for vagina
is masculine and the word

for penis feminine?

He had no answer.

Well, I suppose you could say
it's because the slave always

takes his name from the master.

Yes.

And besides, I said,
Cardinal, how can you

extol the virtues of language
when you banned the poet

Ariosto from the index.

I mean, what sort of...

Uh, well, no,
actually, they haven't.

I think you'll find they have.

Well, I think you'll
find they haven't.

Honestly, sorry.

The Pope has expressly
said that's not the case.

I really don't think so.

How can the Pope
accept a poem which

denies the final resurrection?

Yes,
except it doesn't,

if you actually read it.

Um, it only says
perhaps, which in context

is just a rhetorical ornament,
and therefore invalid.

- Who the hell are you?
- Right, yes.

Hello.
Giacomo Casanova.

Nice to meet you.

Hello.

Giacomo Casanova of?

Of the Casanova
family, obviously.

And that would be
Mister and Mrs. Casanova

and all the little Casanovas.

That's me, yes.

Nice to meet you.

I've said that, haven't I?

Still, still true.

It's very good to meet a
man of learning, Giacomo.

And you more than anyone
will appreciate the delicacy

of the precise Latin, manus,
the hand, pugnus, the fist,

and percutio, to punch.

Nice indeed to
meet you, peasant.

Now, fetch me some wine.

Where was I?

As I said, the man was
utterly dumbfounded.

Enjoy the show?

Lovedit

Glad to be of service.

That's a well-cut jacket.

And Chinese silk.

You've got everything
just right.

But it's a lie, isn't it?

All right, I give up.

I'm just pretending.

But when you looked
at me, that was real.

So you like the
men but not women?

The men don't matter.

If you're gonna
pretend in this city,

then you only have
to remember one

thing... they're all pretending.

Highborn, lowborn, people
in between... everyone's

wishing they were someone else.

All you have to do is
lie with conviction.

Stand tall.

No creases.

Chin up.

Act better, and
you'll become better.

There, quite the gentleman.

Quite the lady.

Quite bored of this.

Good bye.

But I don't even
know your name.

Now, don't follow.

For God's sake, don't follow.

There's nothing
weaker than following.

Now, stand your ground.

Chin up!

Act!

That's it!

Oh, one more thing... chin up,
stand tall, and trust no one.

That's my purse!

Yep!

That's Henriette.

Oh, yes.

They say
she was beautiful.

You'll never know.

Everyone in these pages is dead.

I'm the only one left.

So I have an act to maintain.

And the first thing a
gentleman needs is an address.

That smell is the tannery.

God help you in summer.

If there's one good thing, the
rats can't climb this high,

but the water can.

That rood hasn't got long.

You're not exactly selling it.

Middle of the city?

They're fighting
over this place.

How much?

10 zecchini a Week.

I'll give you 25.

Run that past me again?

If anyone asks who lives
here, you can say a gentleman.

And if they ask how much he's
paying, you can say 25 zecchini

and let them marvel.

Done?

For that price, I'll throw
in a room for your valet.

I take it you've
got a manservant?

Good idea.

You're supposed to be
running my household,

not rutting my wife!

Rocco, come back here!

Stop that man!

I want him flogged!

So you'll be
needing a job, then.

It's not much of an address.

It's Catchergatti street!

It's the back of Catchergatti
street on the corner,

five floors up.

How do I know I can
trust you for a wage?

What sort of gentleman are you?

And what sort of gentleman's
gentleman are you?

You can cast out on my
residence, but not my honor.

How dare you?

What exactly do you do?

You tell me, Rocco.

What do I look like?

Fancy clothes, smart mouth.

I don't know... a lawyer?

Yeah, that's it.

I'm a lawyer.

Someone said you need a lawyer.

My family owns a plot of
land on the,

but the secular committee
claims that it comes

under their jurisprudence.

I need an expert
in property law.

What a coincidence... that's me.

Property laws pertaining to
the northern states, 1655.

1701.

1727.

You'll never read all this lot.

But that's the point.

No one could.

No one ever has.

All those lawyers out there,
they're just pretending.

I can do that.

The court finds
for the defendant.

Thank you, "W boy!

Thank you!

A victory for the people!

Bloody hell.

Someone said you need a doctor.

It's this bloody foot.

I've a gathering of vile
humors in the joints of my toe.

I need an expert physician.

What a coincidence... that's me!

Apply to the joint a
poultice of saltpeter,

the milk of a she-ass,
and... what does that say?

Raspberry.

Raspberry.

We got any raspberry?

It's December.

Raspberry, raspberry, raspberry.

Red wine.

Same thing.

Oh, more than a doctor, sir!

You're a miracle worker!

Behold!

Someone said you
need an astronomer.

Oh, astrologer.

Astrologer.

What a coincidence!

It's all bollocks, that stuff.

Ah, but since you were born
under the sign of the ram

with your tangent
in the ascendant,

I knew you were
going to say that.

Very funny.

And that.

- You can't just...
- And that.

- Don't you...
- And...

- It's not...
- And...

- I'm gonna...
- And...

If you...

And...

You told me a lion would
rise in the winter solstice

and capture my heart, and
here he is... my wild beast!

You're a genius.

This is beginning to scare me.

A virtuoso.

Oh, well, this old thing?

I only just picked it up.

How does it work?

I'd pay for lessons, but
someone stole my money.

It's a terrible world.

And who are you
stealing from tonight?

Don't know what you mean.

Tell me, though... if you're
busy pretending like everyone

else, Why not pretend to me?

Why tell me the truth?

I don't know.

I just did.

It's an honor.

Well, then, just don't go
thinking you're special.

You've taken my
advice to heart, then.

I've heard so many stories about
you, and not always as a joke.

Senor Casanova, lying
his Way to the top.

Not my fault if
I was born clever.

Show me a book, a map,
a language, a libretto.

I won't just learn
it, I'll use it.

The man of parts.

Many parts.

Is that how you
win over the ladies?

Cheap innuendo?

No, you just make all
my best lines rubbish.

You will keep
straying from my sight.

Oh, it's that man again.

Are you following me?

People will talk.

This is the Senor Casanova
everyone's talking about.

You have the look of a manual
worker about you, Casanova.

What's your profession?

I'm aspy.

How do you mean, a spy?

A SPY-
I SPY-

That's me, the spy.

Of course, being a spy,
I really shouldn't say

I'm a spy or it's bye-bye, spy.

I suppose
you can prove it.

What, do you want me
to spy on something?

Um, look.

There's a canal.

I spied it.

Look, still there.

Ooh, and again.

I take it you're
laughing at him.

Absolutely.

Excuse me, but I
haven't actually

been introduced to the lady.

Henriette.

Henriette Marianne
Dalbutas, my fiancee.

Now, my father's looking for us.

He's got this obsession
with the Siamese ambassador.

Engaged?

Then that man, he was Grimani.

Is that right?

The Duke of Grimani?

He was in the stories.

My father used to
talk about him.

Didn't you fight Grimani?

All because of Henriette?

Oh, there were
plenty of other women.

I thought there might be.

Angela.

Let me tell you about Angela,
and how I learned the secret.

Angela Tosello,
daughter of a priest.

I courted her like a fool,
going to her house every day

and dancing attendance.

She wouldn't even be
alone in my company,

chaperoned at all times by
her two sisters, Nanette

and Marta- a fearsome trinity.

I wasted my heart and my time.

No amount of learning
or wit or passion

could get me past the
divine Angela's defenses.

So I slept with both
her sisters instead,

and a fine time was had by all.

Hold on.

What do you mean, you
slept with both of them?

I did.

But you want me to keep
it clean, so moving on.

But how?

Let me see that.

How did you get two
sisters into bed?

I mean, I've got a
sister, and we're close.

But the thought of me and
her together, that's just...

If you really want
to know how I did it...

If I must.

The holy office has been
investigating the water table.

Uh, it... it's fascinating stuff.

They say in 300 years, the
canals will have dried up

and Venice will be
connected to the mainland.

Isn't that amazing?

For whom?

Uh, for those who are
easily amazed, I suppose.

Um, have you been to the opera?

I've been translating
the lyrics of Zoroastra,

and it's turned out
to be quite a success.

I find all forms
of theater vulgar.

Yes, absolutely.

Good point.

Even puppet shows?

Anyway, um, have you heard
the Elector of Saxony

has bought the Duke of
Medina's entire collection?

I don't suppose you're
interested in art.

- No.
- Quite right, too.

Um, I've met the Pope.

I take it
you'll be joining us tomorrow?

Oh, what's the point?

I just sit there and
turn into an idiot.

Puppets.

I said, puppets.

Perhaps it's time you gave up.

But I can't.

Your sister's just... oh,
my lord, she's beautiful.

She is.

She's taken over my head
and my blood and my guts.

I can't stop thinking about her.

I spent half of last night...
well, never mind what

I did for half of last night.

But it's just her.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You could find someone else.

But someone else
wouldn't be her.

Sorry.

L'm... I'll come back tomorrow.

Don't listen to me.

Sorry.

I'd better go.

The sisters Tosello.

Is there something wrong?

Is it Angela?

No.

We brought provisions... tongue,
Parmesan cheese, some bread.

I take it you've got wine.

He can go.

Um, Rocco, thank you.

Very good, sir.

If you need me, just call.

This is very kind, thank you.

But what's it for?

We're bound to
work up an appetite.

We like what you said
as you were leaving.

Not when you were
talking to our sister.

That was the nonsense
all men come out

with They all sit down
and boast about money

and position and title.

Why should be care?

But after that, you were upset.

You were honest.

You felt something, and
you said it out loud.

No man ever does that.

Well, that's good.

Right, yes.

Thank you.

Good advice, yes.

So that's how I
should talk to Angela.

Angela's not here.

But I can I can
only think of her...

Oh, not completely
honest, then.

Ah, my Lord.

Forgive me.

That's just an animal
reaction, I swear.

No.

That's honest.

But it's... it's
a matter of honor.

I've... I've pledged
myself to your sister.

We all sleep in the same bed.

You sure you
don't need me, sir?

Out.

Sorry.

Where were we?

All three sisters
in a soft, huge bed.

And sometimes,
Angela's so grateful,

she covers us in kisses.

Can you imagine that?

Yeah.

Not so fast!

Not so fast!

We've got hours to go!

Speak for yourself!

If all I have to do is say what
I feel, then I feel fantastic.

It's not all about you.

No, I mean I hope
you feel the same.

Sounded like it.

What do you even know about me?

I know your father is
the priest of San Samuel.

His parish runs along
the Menage Canal.

And he published
Pandectes in the French.

That's my father.

What about me?

Ah.

You are the eldest of the three.

You're a patron of
Saint Francisco.

You embroider.

Um...

Those are just the facts.

Anyone could know that.

Now you sound like
all the others.

Men talk, and We listen.

But no one listens to us.

I want to leave this city.

I want to go to
London, Paris, and all

those places I'll never go.

I want to draw, paint.

My head's full of pictures.

I can't get them out.

I Wonder what God thinks
of my sisters and me.

I wonder if we're damned.

I don't think so.

You don't have to be kind.

Just listen.

And I listened, all night and
every night, with every woman.

And that was enough?

I know your father
was a burgomaster.

I think your mother
is still alive,

and at least one sister in
the village is Saint Valencia.

You've been in this
castle just one day.

Does anyone else know
that much about you?

Yeah, but those
are just the facts.

I know you loved your
father and forgive him.

I know you're clever
because you didn't bring

me any old bottle of wine.

I know taking this job
is a step down for you,

but you don't care if it
puts food upon the table.

And I know you hope
for better things.

We all do that.

I know.

It strikes me, sir, if you
understand women so well,

it's only because an addict must
be an expert in his downfall.

How many were there?

How many women?

I honestly don't know.

Oh, come on.

Only a bastard keeps count.

They're not notches
on a bed post.

Than what's that book for?

It's because I did more
than listen and talk.

I remembered.

If they were just conquests,
they'd be forgotten tomorrow.

But here they all are.

Teresa Ime, almost my wife.

La Carbonacci,
celebrated courtesan.

Mimi, the landlord's daughter.

The widow Battagia.

, the
morning of her wedding.

Senora Fozzi, wife of a
very understanding man.

Teresa Catchiole, a nun.

Marena Amorosina, another nun.

Marena and Teresa.

Who... who's next?

Long time ago.

All those women.

It's a list of the dead now.

Yet I live on as a
punishment from God.

I refuse to believe
in an afterlife,

so he refuses to let me die.

Excuse me, sir.

I think that's blasphemy.

Oh, sex with sisters
and you're chuckling.

But don't blaspheme.

No, whatever you
do, don't do that.

You could respect my faith.

That's all I'm asking.

I'd rather challenge
it to the bone!

Let's see what you make of this.

Save your simpering
for something worth it.

Now, where is it?

Next there came Bellino.

Who is she?

A castrato.

A man?

Bellino is coming!

Sweet Bellino!

Giacomo, you must see Bellino!

Oh, here we go
again, you big kitten.

Is this your latest fetish?

Oh, completely.

I love him, Casanova.

I'm sizzling like
a boy on a griddle.

This Bellino is a miracle!

He's been allowed into the
city on special dispensation.

You are in for such a treat!

Oh, that voice!

Set me down, boys.

Set me down.

Come here, then,
you great big bauble.

Come to mother.

Lovely.

Have you, uh, met my nephews.

It's a different
nephew every week.

Hmm.

I found Carlos
working on a barrow.

What do you think of that ass?

That is a very good ass.

Mhm.

Oh, here he comes!

Bellino!

He's a castrato from
Bologna, and gorgeous.

9h, gorgeous!

Pack up your
worries, lay down your fears.

Paris will comfort you.

Excuse me, that's a girl.

Don't you wish.

That's a girl.

If I know anything, I know
girls, and that's a girl.

You're on the turn.

There's hope for you yet.

Would you practice?

- Rocco?
- Boy.

Girl!

Keep going with
this, and I'm off.

Have you
all gone blind?

There's no boy.

There's just that girl!

There, him!

Her!

It's nothing to hide.

A fine performance.

Thank you, sir.

I'm told you're from Bologna.

Just outside, sir.

I thought you reached those
notes in the upper fifth

with perfect... oh, go on.

You're a girl, aren't you?

Go on.

You can tell me.

I'll take that as a
compliment on my voice, sir.

Oh, but you're a girl.

I was inspected by the bishop.

Yeah, well, bishop's been
celibate for 53 years.

He wouldn't know the difference.

Go on.

I won't tell anyone.

Just admit it.

Perhaps you find
me attractive, sir,

and this delusion is the
only way you can cope

with your tragic inclination.

Well, there you are.

Only a girl would say that.

Thank you for your time, sir.

But I do.

Find you attractive.

Pervert.

That's a girl.

I dare you.

Pack up your
worries, lay down your fears.

Paris will come comfort you.

Prouder and bold are
prettier each year,

Paris is always true.

It is a gentle...

Success!

They were clapping!

They wouldn't stop!

Did you hear them?

And it's all thanks
to you, Giacomo!

You paid for the theater
and invited half of Venice!

Oh, thank yo!

You've got lips like a girl.

You've been so kind
to me, sir You've paid

for my rooms and my clothes.

I wish I could pay you back.

But it's a blasphemy.

Is it?

I won't keep
insisting, but I swear,

if you'd let me... tell me
to stop, and I'll stop.

But I can't stop hoping.

Oh, Lino, the evidence is here.

I can see it.

I can feel it.

That's the breast of a girl.

That's the deformity
of all castratos.

Something happens to the body.

We mimic the flesh.

Well, what about down there?

Giacomo, even fully
clothed, you can see.

I may not have
everything down there,

but I still have most of my sex.

Well, it's just a bulge.

Could be a rolled up stocking.

I've done it.

Stop it.

Just let me look.

No, it's not padding.

Well, how do I know?

You show me yours, and
I'll show you mine.

No!

Just let me touch it.

No!

Oh.

I told you.

You're a man.

I did tell you.

I can't help it.

If I could...

If I could.

Sorry.
Sorry.

I'm sorry.

What do you want?

Just came to say you win.

The game's turned sour.

The boy's a boy.

He always was a boy, and
now I've disgraced myself.

You were right.

Is it Grimani?

What's he done?

Nothing.

He must
have done something.

I don't need
company, thank you.

What's he done?
Has he hurt you?

Don't be so simple.

Then what is it?

He's rich.

He's given me everything I Want.

Isn't that wonderful?

Look at us, the two great liars.

Yeah.

This is
where it's got us.

And the castrato's
definitely a boy?

Yes.

What do you need me for?

Permission?

Yes.

Exactly that, yes.

What should I do?

One question... do you love him?

That's ridiculous.

Yes.

Then
love him, coward.

I don't care.

I love you.

It's a sin.

Then Let me sin with
you for the rest of my life.

We'll be outcasts.

Together.

Please.

Is this what you want?

I want you.

Now, mine doesn't do that.

You're a girl.

A woman.

Do you
know what Casanova

means in the original Latin?

No.

It means lucky bastard.

God.

I fall in love with a boy.

But the boy is a girl
pretending to be a boy.

We are so modern.

Why a disguise?

I was penniless.

Well, I've been penniless.

I didn't change sex.

Well, there Was one night,
but I was very drunk.

My only option was servitude.

And then this youngest
castrato in the village

died just before he was
due to go into the city,

and I took his place,
just to escape.

The last thing I
expected was success.

And now I'm trapped.

You could have told me.

I thought you would
have had your fun

and then moved on to
your next conquest.

That's what they say
about me, isn't it?

Well, it's not true

I know that now.

But you should be liberated.

The whole world should know.

With that voice, you could
sing just as you are.

As a woman, you'd
be a sensation.

I'd be a joke... the woman
who used to be a man.

Well, talk about publicity.

All you need is the contacts.

I can get you those.

You deserve it.

My wife deserves it.

No, don't joke.

That's not kind.

I mean it.

Marry me.

Really?

What do you think?

I think yes.

Me too.

What went wrong?

Henriette, of course.

Always Henriette.

Tell me.

It began when I
launched the true Bellino

into society as my bride to be.

I spent my every last
coin on a summer ball.

I can't.

It's those women.

They were born for this.

I'm still just a
performer in costume.

We're better than them.

But we look like copies.

Well, I suppose you
should be unique.

Maybe a little alteration
here and there?

But you paid for this.

And I can improve it.

You can't do that.

I just did.

Well, then.

I preferred she was a boy.

Oh, you're in demand all over
Italy... Rome, Pisa, Naples,

they all want you, the
singer who changed sex.

So very radical!

You're famous already.

Oh, that, uh, substitute
knob... do you mind if I have it?

Mine fell off years ago.

And the citizens of Bologna
want to welcome you home.

I've scheduled an
appearance for next week.

Can we do that?

Whatever you want.

Beyond that, there's Paris.

You don't even need to sing.

I think we should hold
back on the singing.

You just need to appear,
create the enigma of fun.

Oh, I must tell you...

They want me in
Bologna next week.

And after that, the holy city.

Wonderful.

I can see my old
friend, the Pope.

And then Naples and
Paris and God knows where.

You'll have to follow
me all over the place.

I don't mind.

You'll have to run here and
there and fetch this and that

while I'm the
center of attention.

You would make the
finest husband, Giacomo.

But you were never meant
to be someone's wife.

Who's that woman?

A friend.

When we're in bed, just
as we're finishing,

you get such a
look in your eyes.

When you look at her...

You've done so much for me.

When did anyone do
anything for you?

I've done it all on my own.

We'll see.

We ran out of the
ball, but stayed close

so we could linger with
a little stolen music

and finish the dance.

We should make plans for
tomorrow because your fiance's

not going to be too pleased.

We should lie low for a bit.

I've got this friend,
he's practically

second cousin to the
illegitimate daughter

of the doge.

She can get us special
dispensation to leave the city.

We can just slip away, over
the water, out of the lagoon,

and gone.

And then what?

I've got friends in
Trentino, nice little villa.

No servants.

We can hide, just you and me.

And then what?

Well, like I said, we'll
wait a couple of months,

and then we'll come back.

And then what?

Well, then we can start
a proper life together.

And then what?

What do you mean,
and then what?

And then do whatever We want.

And then what?

I don't know.

Exactly.

You're making it
up as you go along.

I've always done that,
and I've always survived.

And so have you.

Grimani knows what
he's doing every day

for the rest of his life.

His family's been here for
centuries, never changing.

But you've left him.

I'm not with him right now.

Doesn't mean I've left him.

Then what are
you doing with me?

Just one dance.

I love you.

For God's sake.

I do.

What's the point
of saying that?

To get me into bed?

Marry me.

Stop it.

Henriette, will you marry me?

How much money have you got?

Enough.

Do you know where the
next purse is coming from?

Is it all about money?

Yes, it is.

Of course it is.
Everything is.

Then I'll get money.

You've see me.

I'm a born alchemist.

I can magic gold
out of thin air.

And lose it again.

Come on.

Come with me.

Where are we going?

I'm taking you home.

I was born here, and I
will never come back.

I was born with hardly a thing.

As bad as this'?

Your money comes
and goes on a whim.

Grimani's money is forever.

My children will
grow up protected.

But you won't be happy.

Idiots are happy.

I'll be safe.

I could never live like that.

No, I don't think you could,
which only proves that you

deserve better than me.

We should go before the
smell contaminates us.

You're with the wrong man.

I know.

You haven't said...
do you love me?

Yes.

Yes.

Completely.

But I need him.

Then thank you for tonight.

Thank you for the dance.

She went back to him?

I'd never do that.

Oh, says the
kitchen girl lapping

up stories of the rich folk.

Don't you want better?

But she loved you.

But she was right.

Look at me.

An old librarian
in a cold castle.

Henriette saw this
waiting for me.

Did you see her again?

You must have?

Did you?

I did.

But how?

Is it important to you that
this story has a happy ending?

You can't blame me for that.

No, indeed.

Girls your age with no
experience like to imagine it

all ends well.

Is that right, though?

No experience at all?

I've told you.

I'm as God intended
until my wedding night.

Oh.

But you must have practiced.

Everyone practices.

Who was it?

A boy you grew up with?

Did you fight with him one day
for just a little too long?

Or perhaps that friend of your
father's... the way he looked

at you, and you liked it.

I can't think why
it's important.

Is that what I am?

Practice?

If you want me to go, sir...

No.

Sit down.

I had to endure it.

Grimani and Henriette...
at every turn,

there they were, blessed
and celebrated by society.

The date of their wedding
was set for that winter,

and all I could do was watch.

Bless me Father, for
I have sinned again.

Um, well, I don't
know where to start.

Um, it's money, Father.

Love of money is
a sin, isn't it?

A grave sin.

I mean, I don't love it,
as such, but I need it.

Is that a sin?

In to great a
measure, then yes.

It's not for me.

You see, there's this woman.

Um, and I suppose you can
include lustful thoughts

while you're at it.

Uh, there's this woman.

But she's engaged.

And all this went on
behind her fiance's back.

Um, not literally.

Although I have
actually done that.

But anyway, first of all,
I was with another woman.

And I slept with her.

Sorry.

Well, I slept with her lots
of times, so very sorry.

But before that, she was a man.

I was going to sleep with a man.

Sorry.

But it turned out she had a
false penis down her trousers.

So I slept with her... without
the false penis, obviously.

Although We did find
a way of using it.

But never mind that.

You see, I was just
trying to be honest

like the sisters told me.

Um... oh, yeah.

Two sisters.

I slept with them,
both at the same time.

Uh, uh, lots of times.

I suppose I... I
should mention that.

Oh, dear God!
I!

I know, I know.

But at least I didn't
sleep with their mother.

Although I have
actually done that.

Um, I suppose you should
put that on the list.

Two sisters and a mother
and... oh, and those nuns.

Two nuns.

You might know them.

So all in all, it's been
a bit of a time, really.

And I've ended up penniless.

So what do you think
I should do, Father?

Father?

Father?

Ointment of mercury applied
directly to the chest.

Send to the leech farm.

Um, excuse me,
but I don't think

that's doing him any good.

Bleed him from the groin.

It's brain fever.

Bottle his spit
and feed it back.

No, really.

Excuse me.

Open the skull.

I don't mean to be rude,
but you're making it worse.

Just give him water
and let him rest.

And what you do, sir?

Murder him?

Now, keep out of the way.

Suck out
the spinal fluid.

I've read about this.

I know what I'm
talking about, I swear.

Look, have this man taken out.

He's not even qualified.

I'm trying to help!

Take out his tongue.

Pliers!

Leave him alone!

You're killing this man, and by
God, I won't let that happen.

Now, get out of this room.

Out!

If he dies, then
you can arrest me.

But let me try.

There you are.

That's it.

There.

Oh.

That's it.

Little pause.

One more time.

And off we go.

Oh.

I can't read you that.

It's filthy!

Oh, let me see.

Shame on you.

God is watching.

I told you he was putting it on!

Oh, says the charlatan.

Look at you back at work!

That's why I wanted to see you.

And I want no argument.

Is that understood?

But you saved my life, Giacomo.

Well, my fault in
the first place.

No, no, no.

I'd be cold in the earth
if it wasn't for you.

I've had the procurator
draw this up.

The Church has been
my family all my life.

I've had no son to
benefit from my estate

until I found a son in you.

In that deed, there is
an allowance and property

and a right to inheritance.

I suppose it could be in safer
hands, but none more deserving.

Sir, your family's been part of
the aristocracy for centuries.

If I accepted this, I'd
become nobility itself.

That's too much, sir.

I can't take it.

I'm all right, then.

I'm rich?

I'm rich!

I'm rich!

I'm rich!

I'm rich!

I'm rich.

This isn't just a quick purse
of money gone by tomorrow.

It's proper, old,
steeped-in-the-land money.

And everything I've
got is for you.

If you could put that
in writing... really,

though, Jack, you're
a dangerous man.

You could lose money
in a gold mine.

Don't squander this.

This is tied to
the Bragadin family,

their land and their estate.

It's forever.

So where does that leave us?

If you're worried about
Grimani, I'll tell him.

I'm not scared.

I don't want a fight.

No.

But I mean, I'd go to
see him in your name.

This has to be done with honor.

Grimani said he loved me.

He gave me this ring.

I should be the one to tell him.

Then you will?

Yeah.

You'll tell him?

Yeah.

That we're engaged?

Yes.

We're engaged?

Am I going too fast?

Oh, bloody hell!

That's... oh, my Lord.

Look, um, uh, I got this.

I bought it.

Um, I didn't know
if you'd want it.

Well, I mean, I
thought that you might.

But, uh... oh, bollocks!

Um, sorry.

Hold on.

I found it.

Thank you.

I find myself a son, and
next minute, a daughter.

I saw Grimani this morning.

A broken man, the poor soul.

Well, his family
owns half of Venice.

He won't be sad from long.

But you'll drive him mad.

You're the talk of the town!

They've drawn caricatures.

Your faces are everywhere...
Giacomo and Henriette!

Congratulations, sir, mum.

And may I say, it's
about bloody time.

You cheeky dog.

You know, I don't think I need
a manservant anymore, Rocco.

You're dismissed.

And as Casanova's wife, I'll
need a head of household.

Rocco, you're promoted.

Tell me, though,
dear lady, what's it

like petting this handsome man?

What's he got hidden away?

Oh, draw me pictures!

I'm afraid I can't.

I wouldn't know.

Not till we're married.

Giacomo, a virgin?

When did the world
turn upside down?

Sorry, but it's true.

What's wrong?
Are you ill?

It's the only
power a woman has,

and I won't give mine away.

But I don't have to Wait long.

We're getting married next week.

Bragadin's conducting
the service...

Casanova and his bride.

Giacomo Casanova, I
arrest you in the name

of the great council
of Venice for offenses

against the
government and Church.

You are to be confined
within the city boundaries

until such time as charges can
be brought, such charges being

the theft of property
from the house of Grimani

and the defamation
of the Grimani name.

- What?
- No, Jack!

Let me go!
Jack!

Jack!

Henriette!

Let me go!

Jack!

Henriette!

Jack!

...Inquisition that you did,
by your public confession,

act as a spy against this state
with intent to betray city

defenses, that you
did assault various

persons within the
families Tosello,

Cavamacci, Imer, and Batagi.

That you did fraudulently
impersonate various professions

with the intent to steal
money and cause physical harm.

That you did
assault and threaten

the life of a court
physician and defame

his name and reputation.

That you did
impersonate a nobleman

with the intent of robbing
the house of Bragadin

and defrauding the family
of its inheritance.

And against these
charges, my lords,

the prosecution demands
the maximum sentence

to be instituted forthwith.

Guilty!

What did
they get you for?

A woman.

How long did you get?

15 years.

But don't worry about me.

I won't be here long.

Oh, don't tell me.

I know.

You got friends and
contacts in powerful men.

They'll have you
out by tomorrow.

I have got contacts.

I'm the adopted
son of a nobleman.

Adopted son?

Not true nobility.

I'll bet the judges
could smell it.

They despise a man for
rising above his station.

If you're waiting for a pardon,
you'll wait a long time.

Then I'll find another Way out.

Ah, but that's the
genius of this place.

We're not locked in a dungeon.

No, we're up in the roof.

10 floors up at the top
of the Ducal Palace.

If you get past
that locked door,

then there's another, and
then another, and another.

1 C) floors of them.

You'd need to be a magician.

Are you a magician?

I can be.

Then magic's failed you.

I've been here 12 carnivals,
and no man's escaped.

They temp us with a
carnival every year.

You can hear the festivities.

The music carries up.

It's part of the punishment.

Dancing and singing, it all
goes on hundreds of feet down.

All of the city dancing
and singing and forgetting.

Then
there was Christina.

She used to sleep naked
with her uncle, a priest.

Well, I mean, I had to put
a stop to that, didn't I?

Said, you can share my bed.

What
did she look like?

Raven black hair,
long, white neck,

tiny Waist, magnificent chest.

Oh, yes.

I said, let's both
lie here naked.

Let's see if we can both lie
here and no move in the dark.

Oh, yes.

I looked at her,
reached out towards her...

and not with my hand.

Oh, my God.

Touched her, pressed
up against her.

Faster, faster!

To me continued.

You can't stop there!

Any good?

Read it before...
in French and Latin.

I've had time to read them all.

What about Henriette?

Any word?

Well, I'm not sure.

There's a story going
around, but it... hey,

Bragadin's given me a
job running the stables.

He's a nice bloke.

Don't let him down.

What story?

It's more than
just a story, sir.

It's Sunday night,
this Sunday coming...

and it's not her fault, mind.

There was nothing
else she could do.

Henriette was with you, sir.

She was engaged to the city's
most infamous criminal.

She was disgraced.

She's been an outcast
for months now.

She didn't have any choice.

She's getting married, sir,
Sunday night, to Grimani.

You don't have to
call me sir anymore.

I don't even think he
wants her, the bastard.

It's just his
revenge against you.

She'll be rich.

That's not it.

I swear to God, sir,
she doesn't want him.

But Grimani, he's
done everything.

He's summoned her sisters.

He's set 'em up with
rooms and clothes.

It's like he's
bought her outright.

But to hell with her sisters.

She doesn't have to marry.

She could just run.

Well, you could do that, sir.

A man could do it easily, yeah.

But for a woman, it's the
convent or the whorehouse.

You sound like her.

You've seen her.

What did she say?

Did she ask about me?

What did she say?

She can't visit you, sir.

She's disgraced enough.

Tell me what she said.

She came to the lodgings, sir.

She was distraught, sir.

I was just cleaning out
your room, and she arrived.

Didn't say a word, just... she
took off her engagement ring.

She took the diamond,
and she used it.

She scratched on the window.

And she left you a message.

What does it say?

Is that what she thinks,
that I'll just forget her?

No, sir.

It's an instruction.

You can go.

It's not over, though.

You'll Win that appeal.

You will in the end.

Get out there, steal her back.

I can't.

Once she's married, that's it.

Grimani now owns
her entire family.

She would never sacrifice that.

She's gone.

I said you can go.

Are you coming?

What are
you doing, magician?

Leave me alone!

I can get you out!

This is my home!

Do what you like, then.

Tell them I had
better things to do.

What if there's no way down?

I'll find it.

And then what?

You can't stay in the city.

You'll be a fugitive.

You'll be exiled from Venice
for the rest of your life!

I'll come back.

You'll never
see this place again!

And what then?

Lost abroad with no money,
no title, no position?

And they'll hunt you down.

They'll never forget.

You'll never stop running.

You'll still be a
prisoner wherever you go.

Is it worth it, magician?

It it worth it?

Henriette... did
you see her again?

She found me and, I suppose,
led me to an even greater love.

Who was that?

You've got to tell me the rest.

I'm not giving up now.

Henriette Grimani.

I remember my father reading
out her name one last time, when

Napoleon's troops stood
at the gates of Venice

and the council met
and surrendered.

They say as the city was
dissolved after 1,000 years,

the widows were lamenting.

And Henriette was there.

It was just a mention,
but she was one of them.

It was always the ladies.

My father always
picked out their names.

I think you'd have liked him.

Sir?

What?

That was last year The
dissolution of Venice

was last year.

Yes?

Last year!

That's right, sir.

May the 12th.

Oh, my God.

You didn't know!

Henriette's alive, sir!

She's still alive!

And she's a widow.

Grimani's dead.

She's out there, sir!

She's still out there!

There you are.

I had to sneak away.

I saw the horsemen.

I've written to the Grimani
estate... the summer house,

even the convent.

One of them's
bound to reach her.

And it's a minimum of two
days... a day to reach Venice,

and a day to return.

I could hear from
her by tomorrow.

Well, you won't prove
anything standing out here.

Come back to your room.

It's freezing.

Come now.

Here you are.

Don't think anyone saw me.

The cellars almost empty.

The steward's men
are drinking it dry.

Whole place is running
wild with the master gone.

Oh.

Two cups?

One's for me.

I like it.

Gives the impression
we're dining together.

It's just a drink.

Indeed.

Get on with the story.

Where were we?

Leaving Venice wasn't
the end of my life.

I fled the city, and
my new life began.

I was a fugitive, an
outlaw exiled from home,

stripped of money and
possessions and title,

with only name my wits
to help me survive.

Morning.

You look like shit.

What, I look like you?

Watch your lip, commoner.

Giacomo.

Oh, I must be stinking.

I don't think I've been
followed, but we must hurry.

The whole town is talking
about your escape.

You can take the carriage.

This is all the money they
would allow me to withdraw.

It's not much... 500 zecchini.

Is that all?

They know I'm your patron.

You could post me money,
send it by messenger.

Giacomo, they're watching me.

You've endangered all of us.

There you go, commoner.

Eat up.

And you owe me for that.

I'm keeping a tab.

Where will you go?

There is a chance Venetian
ambassadors abroad have

the authority to pardon you.

They could clear your name,
and you could come back.

What for?

Henriette's married.

I've lost her.

You seem to be forgetting
you're innocent.

You deserve to be pardoned.

Come home, Jack.

There's an ambassador in Paris.

That'd be good.

I fancy a bit of France.

Yeah.

The girls, the food,
the vino Calypso.

You'd come with me?

No, you'd come with me.

You're the criminal.

Carry my b895-

Thank you.

Aw, don't get soft.

No, but thank you.

Thank you.

And I'll make it work, Rocco.

We'll go to Paris, the
two of us, together.

Uh, that's the three of us.

You're not coming, surely?

Me, no?

No, I'm not.

Uh, it's, uh... they
named him after you.

Jack, this is your father.

Casanova and son.

His mother was Teresa Cacciole.

She died on Easter day, and
the boy was brought to me.

The last request was that
Jack should know his father.

Well, how do you
know that's me?

She could be lying.

She was a nun.

Oh.

With the mother
dead, the convent

was forbidden to keep him.

Well, can't he stay with you?

I represent the Church.

It will bring
scandal at my house.

I'm on the run.

What sort of upbringing is that?

Better than living
on the street.

I would rather he were safe in
the hands of a very clever man.

Teresa Cacciole, Cacciole.

Do you know what
she looked like?

She was a nun.

- Well, there's a lot of nuns.
- A lot of you.

I suspect there are 100
bastards with your features.

You're lucky you're
only saddled with one.

And maybe this is
what you need...

someone more important
than the next conquest.

All those disasters, is that
the Way to live your life?

No.

It's the grace of
God, a chance to start again.

You can help the boy.

Educate him.

Yeah.

Inspire him.

Yes.

Impart your wisdom.

Yes.

Make him a man.

Yes, absolutely.

Yes.

Did she leave me any money?

She was a nun.

Well, then, this is nice.

Here we are.

The Wheels on the
carriage go round and round.

Jack, we're going to Paris.

And Paris is the
capital of France.

I'll be testing you on this.

That's my name.

People call me Jack.

Can we change his name?

No.

Lorenzo or Cesar?

Marco?

Stephano?

Giovanni?

Allison?

No.

He looks nothing like me.

Are We there yet?

We traveled
across Europe,

borrowing money and stealing
clothes, arriving in Paris

at the celebrated
court of King Louis XV.

Right, I need a title.

What's my title?

You haven't got a title.

Well, let's make one up.

Um what was the name of
that river we passed?

The Seine.

Seine.

Seine-Mont.

Seine- Neigh.

Sofix.

Seingalt. Seingalt, yes!

I shall gain access to the court
as the chevalier to Seingalt.

Monsieur.

Merci.

Just... just Wait there.

Just stay.

Seingalt. Not heard of it.

Is that a significant territory?

Enormous.

And where is it, exactly?

Well, it's not so much a place.

More of a state of mind.

Now, sir, all I
require is an audience

with the Venetian ambassador.

Delighted, sir.

You speak very good
French, by the way.

Thank you.
How's my accent?

Well, Italian, obviously.

But the ladies might like it.

Now, sir, it is my pleasure to
welcome you to the royal court.

Vive la France!

Oh, you're so handsome!

Yes, I am.

What's your title?

Chevalier de Seingalt.

Oh, Seingalt. I've been there.

It's lovely.

Oh, it's super in the summer!

Oh, my goodness,
you're handsome!

Yes, I am.

What brings you to Paris?

I... I just need to see
the Venetian ambassador.

At your service.

Oh, bugger me, you're handsome.

Yes, I am.

And no, I won't.

Oh, damn it.
Never mind.

How can I help?

My name's Giacomo Casanova,
the chevalier de Seingalt.

And I just need a favor.

Could you...

Call that handsome?

Oh, my Lord!

Bellino!

I'm in Paris!

So am I!

Look at you!

To think I knew you
when you were a boy.

Oh, Jack, it's glorious!

I'm such a success!

And don't think
I'm not grateful.

It's all your doing!

Oh, I was just a passenger.

You had a talent
all of your own.

I'd still be in hiding
if you hadn't found me.

Now I'm singing on every stage
and celebrated across Europe.

And you?

Oh, I'm fine.

Everything's marvelous, yeah.

I heard about what happened.

Takes more than
prison bars to stop me.

About Henriette.

Was she worth it?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Still, you can move on now.

That's what you've always done.

Oh, sweetheart.

I wish there was
something I could do,

but I've simply got to go.

I'm clue in Naples of all places.

I've got 17 engagements,
and it's all so been busy.

It's super.

You'll be fine, Jack.

I'll say a prayer.

But I don't know anyone else.

Can't you stay just for a bit?

I haven't even packed yet!

Oh, if you knew my schedule.

They're naming a horse after me.

Oh?

I'm sorry.

Don't forget me, Jack.

Wait a minute, did
you say Casanova?

The man who escaped from prison?

Climbed over the roof?
- That's me.

Oh, sweet Lord.

You're famous!

They've written librettos
about you and everything!

Look, it's Casanova!

Climbed over the roof?

That's me.

Gosh, you're much
taller in real life.

Look, it's Casanova!

Climbed over the roof!

That's still me.

I need to pop back to Venice.

Just a little bit of
business, that's all.

And, um, well, I thought that
you could grant me a pardon

and clear my name.

Gosh, that would be nice.

Can you do it?

Impossible.

But I'm entirely innocent
of every charge against me.

Well, that doesn't matter.

You're just too famous now.

Your name's a liability.

If I forgave you, I'd
lose all credibility.

Sorry!

But I... I've got to get back.

Climbed over the roof?

Oh, for God's sake, yes!

Am I to understand that you
falsified your way to the court

of King Louis XV when you
are, in fact, a convict,

a criminal, and an escapee?

Time was you'd have
lied your Way in there.

They'd have made
you king by now.

Lost your knack?

Well, it's different now.

I've got to be legitimate.

I'm a father.

I've got responsibilities.

Where is he?

Jack?

Heel.

It's my duty to earn
a living and to earn

it honestly for his sake.

I come second now.

It's all for him.

My father was a
fool and a cuckold,

and he died when I was seven.

I won't let Jack
down the same way.

I'll set an example.

No, more than that,
I'm an inspiration.

A father is the...

No!

...The God of a child's world.

That's what I am to
him... the creator.

Plenty of fathers
in this situation

would despair and send their
child up a chimney, but not me.

I will find money, and
I will support that boy.

No!

All I need is one good idea.

Stupid bloody money.

These French are crazy.

They should have the
same coin everywhere,

right across Europe.

Much easier.

Jack?

Where is he now?

Father!

The way I see it, you got
to look at your options.

To earn an honest living,
ask yourself this...

what are you good at?

Hmm?

One, music.

You can write for the opera,
play your fiddle, sing.

Doesn't pay that much.

Hush, now.

That's one, OK?

Two, teaching.

You can do languages
and sums and things.

You could be a tutor.

Think about it.

Three, sex.

Well, actually,
that's number one.

Find a wealthy widow,
get rich.

So you decide.

What's it gonna be?

One, two, three?

Go on, choose one of 'em.

Your choice.

Lucky.

One, two, three.

Pick a number.

Go on, pick a number.

One, two, three.

Do you see?

It's brand new scheme.

It's like a lottery.

In fact, that's what
it is... a lottery,

right across the nation.

A national lottery.

What would you call it?

I don't know.

The king could make a fortune.

With 10% for me.

And you could even give
some money to good causes.

Oh, to hell with that.

But do you think people
would actually play?

Well, you've got to
be in it to win it.

And just think, it could be you.

By God, Casanova, let's do it!

Release the balls!

You invented the lottery?

You don't believe me,
and it's on public record.

You became a millionaire?

Oh, yes.

Well, then, never mind
the law or the ambassadors.

That's enough money to
sweep back home and claim

Henriette as your own.

Except while I made my
fortune, the rest of the world

didn't stand still.

Court circulars would
arrive from Venice,

and with them came the news.

Henriette had borne Grimani
a child, the one thing that

would keep her married always.

My money meant nothing.

Henriette would never risk
the safety of her child.

She was further away than ever.

Look at this, Jack!

Now you can be proud of me!

Maison Casanova.

25 staff and a ball
room and a library

and a room just for the
wrapping of presents.

We've got everything.

Isn't your old dad clever?

Isn't he?

Oh, yes, he is!

And look... your
father's written a book.

You see?

It's the story of
my time in prison.

It's a bestseller.

Isn't that good?

And look at this... it's
a lyric by Voltaire.

And it mentions me.

Voltaire's, um, famous
and clever and... well,

actually, I can't stand the man.

But isn't that good?

My name.

Don't you think?

Yeah?

And look, look, look.

Look at this.

I've written an opera
for singers with a lisp.

It's almost entirely
devoid of the letter

S. Isn't that clever?

Jack, aren't you proud of me?

Oh, yes you are.

Tell me you're proud.

Go on.

Jack?

Tell me you're proud.

Anyway, Father's
a very busy man.

I Wonder if he's an idiot.

I talk and talk, and
he gives nothing back

Well, maybe if it
wasn't all about you.

Well, I don't know anyone else.

Give him some food.

There's a good chap.

I've really got to go.

I'm a very busy man.

Doing what?

French lessons.

And repeat.

Now, then, Jack, the best way
to learn is by repetition.

Ah.

Look, everybody!

It's Casanova and
little Casanova!

Oh!

He's the very model of me.

Every home should have one.

He's got little
cuffs and everything!

Look at his lips!

He's a perfect little doll.

Actually, most women
prefer big Casanova.

That's true.

He puts the cheval in chevalier.

Now, Jack, I don't think
you've met everyone.

This is Count Edwardo Tourette.

He's one of yours.

He's from Treviso.

Madame de Gursey.

Oh, and this is
Mademoiselle.

Oh, I say!

This looks like fun.

What's going on?

It's an execution, a
private showing just for us.

An exclusive.

Who's the prisoner?

That's Damiens.

You must have heard of Damiens.

He's become even
more famous than you.

How dare he?

He tried to
assassinate the king.

Oh, everyone's a critic.

So what happens?

They're going to peel
off his skin with pincers,

but they keep him conscious
so he's fully awake when

they chop his torso into four.

And then he's burned!

Gosh.

Still You think they'd invent
something faster, a bit more...

Excuse me, sir.

Perhaps I should
take Jack inside?

Oh, but he can't miss this.

Shame on you, Rocco.

You're always saying I
don't do anything for him.

It's beginning.

Dead.

All of them dead.

Executed.

Every single person I
knew in that city is dead,

slaughtered by the revolution.

And I was almost one of them.

I sometimes think perhaps
the people of France

first began to revolt when the
lottery changed their lives.

Peasants could
equal their masters.

If I hadn't invented that game...

So you caused the
French Revolution?

It's a hypothesis.

What about the
Thirty Years' War?

Did you start that?

I'm only suggesting...

Did you really
invent the lottery?

Yes.

I haven't got over
the fact that you

made up your own title.

My title would have
had me decapitated

if I'd stayed in Paris.

But long before the bloodshed,
I devised my own downfall.

I'll see yours and
raise you 10,000.

I'll see yours and
raise you 100,000.

Then declare.

Oh.

Take that.

We're going.

Come on, hurry up!
Get your stuff!

I've got to get out of here.
This is private property.

Well, of course it is.

It's your house.

Uh.

You lost it gambling?

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Not the coach, not the coach!

That's not mine anymore.

Hurry up!

The bailiffs are coming!

You gambled away millions?

Better hurry up.

I gambled away my teeth.

Your teeth?

They were nice teeth!

You lost your entire fortune?

Every penny!

We've got nothing, Rocco!

Absolutely nothing.

Isn't it brilliant?

Do you know, I think it is.

We're pioneers.

We'll start again.

To the horizon and beyond.

GiddyUP-

Hey, Whoa!

Aren't you forgetting something?

I don't own anything.

I've got nothing
to for... oh, yes.

Bollocks.

Jack!

Come on!

It's playtime!

I reinvented
myself before,

and I could do it again.

So we set out for new
territory... England

in the reign of King George II.

This blessed plot, this
sceptered isle, this England.

What do you think?

Bloody freezing.

Yeah, that's one thing.

What else?

Jack, anything?

Anything, Jack?

Then pay attention, both of you.

English lesson.

The currency's different here.

They spend guineas.

Scratching in
public is forbidden.

That's for you, Rocco.

But not that.

Look over there.

Observe.

That's disgusting!

Well, that's England.

They don't piss in
doorways like we do.

They do it right
out in the open.

These English are crazy!

And the food tastes different.

I'm told the milk is terrible.

Oh, and a lot of the
men are homosexual.

That might have something
to do with the milk.

Might not.

Now then, I've got just
enough to pay for a carriage

to London.

That's the capital city, Jack.

London.

And apparently, the
transport's marvelous.

All the carriages are clean
and punctual and fast and safe.

It's the envy of Europe.

Now, let's have a think.

I've still got French coins.

We need to get them changed.

I think you go to
the customs house.

And then I've got contacts
in London... a Mrs. Cornellis.

She's the daughter of
an actor I once knew.

She can give us lodging.

She has an address
in, um, Soho Square.

Failing that, there's
a... there's a coffeehouse

called the Prince of Orange.

We could apply for room.

Henriette!

Henriette!

Henriette!

But what was
she doing in England?

Why was she there?

Her family was in Venice.

What was she doing?

Did you ever find out
why she was there?

Yes.

What the hell was
she doing here?

Well, one bit of good news...
according to the ship's

manifest, she wasn't
traveling with her husband.

So what's she doing
here without him?

Well, it's no good asking me.

Let's get on a boat and follow.

She's just across the channel.

Why not go and get her?

She wasn't in black, so
Grimani's still alive.

She's still married.

Well, that's never stopped you.

She's a mother now.

She'd honor her children and
their home above anything.

Grimani just keeps on winning.

It's not as if he loves her.

He only married
her to punish me.

But Why England?

You see, you're sitting
here trying to work out

what a woman's thinking,
which means you'll sit

here till the crack of doom.

Bollocks to it!

Think of Jack for once.

It's about time you
found him a proper home,

and I don't mean this dump.

I mean Venice.

Remember why we came here?

Go to the English court.

Find the Venetian
ambassador, ask for a pardon,

and take that boy home.

What do you think?

Yeah.

Well, shift your ass, then.

Come on.

Never lose your heart, Jack.

Don't let them take it.

Here we go again.

Same.

Blah, blah, blah.

I'm the chevalier de Seingalt,
et cetera, et cetera.

Your lordship.

As they say in these parts, ta.

The
chevalier of where?

Seingalt.

Not heard of it.

Is that a significant territory?

Where is it, exactly?

Its boundaries tend
to wax and wane.

I'm not really bothered.
It's all abroad, isn't it?

Never been.
Couldn't eat the food.

You speak very good
English, by the way.

Thank you.
How's my accent?

Hilarious!

Yes, now, it's my
pleasure to introduce

you to the royal court.

I must warn you, Mr.
Newhouse, the English

have a vital temper.

We're governed by our lust.

You might find us rather racy.

Stand by.

I know.

Some of the
gentlemen are wearing

britches cut above the knee.

It's just insane!

Avert your eyes!

And I'm told Miss Kitty Fisher
is taken to drinking tea

with lemon.

Ha, Wildcat!

And don't look over there.

I think someone's
inventing the sandwich.

Oh, you must think
us giddy fools!

Ambassador, someone to see you.

Casanova.

Senor Grimani.

This man's a convicted criminal.

I should have him
arrested on the spot.

Should being the
operative word.

Since England has no
treaty with Venice,

as the ambassador well knows,
in this country, I'm a free man.

Have you put on weight?

Congratulations
on your promotion.

It's entirely deserved.

I worked hard.

Nothing to do with your father
being on the council, then.

Who said that?

What a terrible thing to say.

So where's the missus?

Not with you?

She's returned to Venice.

Really?

Without you?

How could she possibly
bear to do that?

The children didn't
take to the climate.

Besides, the schools
aren't up to scratch.

And there's a new assembly in
Venice she wanted to visit.

Blimey.

That's a lot of reasons.

Between you and me, that sounds
like a woman who wants to go.

Nothing wrong, is there?

My marriage is none
of your business.

And yet I think
of nothing else.

And that is your curse.

Might I ask, what are your
plans while in England?

Oh, I thought I might...

Because I've heard about
your exploits abroad.

It's the same
pattern every time.

You charm and flatter and
lie through your teeth

until idiots throw money at you.

Let me tell you, Casanova, you
won't find it so easy here.

I have considerable influence
within the English court.

I can demand an audience
with King George II himself.

So go on, try your
tricks, and you will fail.

I'll see to that.

You're just dying to kiss me.

Chancellor, I've finished here.

Make sure this man
leaves the grounds.

I'm happy now.

Oh, God.

Why are you happy?

'Cause I've got an enemy.
I love that.

Only good people have enemies.

Yeah, that's a
great consolation.

No money, no bed, no friends.

But you've got an enemy.

Jack, memorize this phrase...
your father is a knob.

(Dy!

Shut up, knob.

Your father is not a knob.
Prove it.

All right.

I'll show you and I'll show
Grimani at the same time.

What have I got?

Nothing.

No, hold on... my watch.

Solid silver.

Sell the watch, what do I get?

15?

That's not bad.

That's enough to rent
a house for two weeks.

That gives me two weeks to
turn my fortunes around.

I can do it.

What have I got?

What have I got?

Townhouse, two bedrooms,
dining room, kitchen.

Two bedrooms?

Two bedrooms.

Two bedrooms!

Rocco, we're gonna advertise.

I'm subletting one of the rooms.

That won't make us much.

That's not the point.

I'm advertising for a woman.

Not for my own favors, I just
want her living there, visibly.

A woman on her own with me.

But that's unheard of.

Oh, yes.

Put the notice on the front
door where everyone can see it.

To let... a furnished
room for one lady alone.

Let it be seen.

Let people read and comment
and whisper and pass it on.

Let the whole of London talk.

Gossip can work its magic
and set society ablaze.

Casanova, the man who
advertised for a woman.

Ah, here they are!

Now, Pauline, can I ask
why you need this room?

I find myself
regrettably unavailable

on a temporary basis,
sir, and I should

need to avail myself
of your kind offering

on this particular happenstance
because... because I do.

Your husband'?

Is away.

Where is he away?

Unfortunately,
he's at war.

And what war would that be?

The Punic Wars.

Punic Wars.

God bless him.

The Punic Wars
ended around 150 BC.

He's been gone a long time.

I put it to you, Pauline,
that you have, in fact,

many husbands, every night,
that for all your airs

and graces you are,
in fact, a prostitute.

Is that correct?

Oh, bollocks.

You've seen through me
like witchcraft, you have!

Pauline, you can move in today

You've gone barmy.

You've installed a
whore in the spare room.

What good's that gonna do?

Rocco, let me tell
you about the English.

They like rain.

They like gravy.

They like warm beer,
masturbation romantic fiction.

And above all else,
they like scandal

I'm the Italian with the whore.

They have never seen
anything like it.

Hello!
Delighted, yes.

London is talking
of nothing else.

I'm in the newspapers
every night.

The landlord has
stopped charging rent.

He's delighted to have
his residence made famous.

Mrs. Cornellis.

Sweet lady.

The local merchants are sending
wine and fruit and meat,

free of charge, simply on the
off chance I might mention

their products in public.

Lord Bosenkay!

Don't forget to
hunt.

And I'm invited to every single
party, ball, soiree, and tea

dance from now until Christmas.

How are you, Pauline?

Bloody lovely, mate.

Eh?

You see?

It's practically the
distillation of my life so far.

I've become famous simply
for being outrageous.

And you can make a
living out of that?

Rule Britannia.

If I'm honest, I did find
Venice rather small, rather

too Wet, and a little inbred.

And the men are sort of
gnomish, but... hush, hush, hush.

There's the Venetian ambassador.

Oh, Lady Harrington?

Will I see you at the
Vauxhall Gardens on Sunday?

Oh, no!
Sorry!

Just... sorry!

Not everyone's
invited, are they?

Restricted guest list.

Sorry!

Won't say a word.

Oh, no, really!

Stop!

It's too much!

I.

Oh, look!

The ambassador chap!

Oh.

Grimani!

Have you met the king?

Georgie, Georgie, this
is your man from Venice!

Really, stop it!

Stop it!

Oh, you cheeky man.

Where were we?

I'm busy.

Ah, yes.

I was penniless and friendless.

And you were gonna have
me driven out of town.

That's it, yeah.

A letter from Henriette
sending me her love

with tales of the children,
our son and daughter,

the family Grimani.

Who writes to you?

Can I read it?

Now, you see, the puzzle is,
if I were married to Henriette

and separated by
hundreds of miles,

then I'd do anything
to be with her.

The hell with the job.

I'd resign.

I'd walk barefoot.

Yet you seem decidedly static.

Why is that, do you think?

I don't suppose you're
having problems?

In the marital bed, perhaps?

Dare I suggest on
your side of the bed?

Bit of trouble with
the old?

If you need advice,
I'm very good.

How could you
possibly advise me?

You're a con man.

I'm an ambassador.

I have a wife.

You have whores.

I have children.

You have a bastard.

Look, if you want
a measuring contest,

I'll drop my pants
right now, and I'll win.

You talk like a pervert.

No, I'm just not scared
of what's down there.

That's all.

Tell me, is cockfighting
illegal in this country?

'Cause that's what this is.

You sound more in love
with men than women.

Men I understand.

I know what men think
about all day long.

Those stupid little
inches driving

you mad every waking hour.

I know exactly what's
going on in your head.

Is it big?

Is it big enough?

Is it hard enough?

Will it work every time?

On demand?

'Cause that's the only thing.

That is the only
bastard question.

Am I any good in bed?

Is every other man
better than me?

Is every other man bigger and
faster and slower and longer

and deeper and harder?

What am I doing wrong?

How do I find out because
no one ever talks about it?

No one ever says!

How can I ever find out
what I'm doing wrong?

Ask me.

I challenge you.

All right, I accept!

This is stupid!
Forbidden!

You're both in.
- Look, we're going, right?

We're going now.

Just leave it, and walk away!

To the death.

Oh, yes.

Then I take that
as a formal acceptance.

But why are you doing this?

You've dishonored my name.

No.

That's not it.

What am I missing?

What is it?

Dueling within the
boundaries of London

is against the King's law!

Any man caught engaged
in such activity

can expect the maximum penalty...
the death sentence, no less.

And outside the boundaries?

Oh, fire away.

Then we'll meet
outside the city.

Put your house in
order, Casanova,

and I'll provide you with
the time and location

and a pauper's grave.

I don't care if
they call us cowards.

Who gives a toss?

We can get to Dover
by this afternoon.

I'm not running.

You provoked him.

It's your own fault.

You should have brought Jack.

He shouldn't see this.

Yeah, but look at him now.

I thought it might give
you something to live for,

your own son.

Doesn't that make sense?

Something to die for.

Isn't that right, son?

Oh, shit.

Don't do it.

I have to find out why.

Why what?

Gentlemen, present yourselves.

Choose your weapons.

Pistols.

I'm a very good shot.

Why, though, Grimani?

That's what I don't understand.

Why are you doing this
with so much at stake?

Why?

Your choice.

That'll do.

Nice color.

Why would you endanger yourself?

You're the one
that's in danger.

The distance is
set at 20 paces.

But it doesn't make sense
because anything could happen.

I have a good shot.

I could kill you, and you'd
never see your wife again.

If I were married to Henriette,
I wouldn't risk dying

no matter what anyone said.

Some things are more important.

But they're not!

Absolutely not!

Nothing in this world is more
important than... oh, my God.

Oh, you poor bastard.

You don't care.

If I kill you, you don't care
because she doesn't love you.

I never thought... you
actually love her.

You always have.

And you married her
thinking she'd change,

she'd love you in the end.

All these years,
you've been hoping

Oh, Grimani.

I could've told you so much.

She was mine first.

That's what everyone forgets.

I was with her first,
and you just strode in.

Yeah.

How did you... all
right, I'm asking you.

How did you make her love you?

What did you do?

The fight's over.

Let's just go.

20 paces.

I'm not doing it.

I'm not.

I'm not gonna shoot.

All right, it's all my fault!

Grimani, I'm trying to help you.

If you're that much
in love with her,

if it's driving you insane,
then I know what it's like.

We're both the same.

I'm not gonna fight a man
who loves her this much.

No.

It's my hand.

It's my hand.

It's only my hand.

Oh, Jesus!

God, but you're an idiot.

I lied about the location.

What's that for?

Do you feel better now?

This land is Within
the city boundaries of London.

This combat is illegal,
punishable by death.

I have diplomatic immunity.

You have not.

You've broken the law, Casanova.

You're a fugitive again.

Run.

Run away.

And you go back
to a loveless wife!

Exactly.

You keep running.

I'll keep waiting,
just as it was.

Neither one of us can have her.

Instead, we have each other.

Well, you didn't think
I was going to die.

Well, no.

Still aches now.

It served me well, this scar.

I developed quite a
routine over the years.

I would show it to the ladies
and ask them to kiss it better.

Who'd fall for that?

This hand was a blessing.

We crossed back
over the channel,

heading for Poland to
find another ambassador.

But the wound wouldn't heal.

I was in a fever.

As we traveled north,
the hand became infected.

My blood turned to poison.

And that's a blessing?

In the end, yes.

Everything I'm hoping for
now, this hand proves it.

No Wonder it's hurting.

Don't hold it so tight.

Oh, for God's sake.

Sorry.
Sorry.

I'm so sorry.

If you soil compartment,
then you pay for it.

If you can't pay, you're out.

But where are we?

Saxony.

Where's Saxony?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

If you want another
night, you're

gonna have to pay in advance.

I haven't got anymore money!

No money, no room.

Look at
the state he's in!

I... I can't move him!

This must be the patient.

No prizes for that.

Stand back, let me look.

Who the hell are you?

I like that.

You can pay for a maid.

She's not mine!

I've never seen her before!

Voices down, thank you!

We're not in the marketplace.

How long has he been like this?

Days now.

I don't know.

He won't eat He's not...
I'm sorry, but who are you?

He needs clean bandages.

You there, bandages.

A bed sheet will do
as long as it's clean.

And water, lots of cold
water, if you could.

I'm not here to fetch and carry

I think you'll find you are.

Hurry UP-

Chop, chop.

What have you been giving him?

Mercury pills.

That's for the pox.

It's all we had.

Evidently, I got
here just in time.

Now, I don't want to
move him, but I have to.

This place is riddled with damp.

Open the windows, get
some air on his face.

I can't pay you for this.

Windows!

Careful now.

Gently!

Who lives here, then?

No one.

The owner was killed
in the Austrian Wars.

Been in the hands of
lawyers ever since.

The caretaker's been told to
keep away for the duration,

so we won't be seen.

No one will know.

But don't touch anything.

Don't steal anything.

You, boy, make yourself useful.

I've never seen such a misery.

Give them a hand!

You should be singing.

I never told you the
crystal... the lens,

tiny, tiny, little lens.

I took it.

I stole it.

I'm sorry.

I don't see him.

Where is he?

I've given him a
preparation of sudorifics.

There's nothing more
I can do except wait.

I'm not employed to
provide medicals.

That would be employed by...

H €Y-

All right.

You little bastard!

Come back here!

Jack!

You no good little
bastard midget!

He's back.

He needs a good few days' rest.

Don't let him exert himself.

Now, then, about the house.

It's empty till the
end of the month,

and then the caretaker returns.

I want you out
before he comes back.

Leave nothing behind.

Is that you done, then?

I won't stay where
I'm not needed.

End of the month, out.

Yeah, but listen.

If it hadn't been for you...
- I know.

End of the month.

Malingerer.

You all right?

Yeah.

You dirty dog.

Did you sleep with her?

With who?

With the nurse?

Thanks a bunch!

I can do better than that!

Come on, you must have done.

Charmed your way into this
place while the master's away.

I don't know who she is.

She doesn't even work here.

It's some sort of
favor of something.

I don't know.

These Saxons are crazy.

She turns up, saves
your life, off she goes.

No payment, nothing.

God knows where she's from.

I thought you might know.

Jack!

Christ, the two of you!

I've got my hands full!

That's how I know
she'll come now.

She did before.

She could always find you.

Yes.

Wherever you were.

Oh, yes.

Watching over me.

I had to take extraordinary
measures to hide myself.

But why, though?

Something more
must have happened.

It did, in Naples.

That's where I discovered
what had really been

happening for all those years.

Maybe some things
shouldn't be said.

Jack, I don't think
anything could shock

me, not after what I've heard.

You'll forgive me anything?

I think so, yes.

Why?

Because I've heard
your version now.

I know what you're like.

You understand me.

Yes.

Edith, if the book were
closed, would you stay?

Would you?

If you want.

And what then?

Don't.

You were drawn here
by my reputation.

That's how I'm
remembered... a man

obsessed luring innocent,
young maids to my bedroom.

But I know that's not true.

You're a maid in my bedroom.

But you're not like that.

I'm Casanova.

I didn't come for that.

I told you, I'm saving myself.

When you first came to my room,
I asked you if you wanted me.

And I said no.

And then
you stayed, and then

came back because you can hear
it... the blood in your head.

I know.

My father died, and
I've got to work all day.

I've got to do so many things.

I'm still a child.

I don't want to be
a child anymore.

And then you find me.

Yes.

Plenty of young men out there.

But they're not... I want
someone who won't laugh at me.

Well, that was easy.

What was?

Seducing you.

Come on, now.

Don't.

That's it.

Simple.

You're mine.

Excuse me, I don't think so!

You just offered yourself.

I was just speculating!

I... oh, that's not fair, Jack!

I told you not to laugh!

But it's funny!

And if you don't think
so, you don't want this.

You don't think I'd
actually... that's absurd.

You're ancient!

You're not even...

Don't deny it.

No, I was testing
you, that's all!

I had you!

And you believed it!

As if I'd...

You think I don't know
when a woman is mine?

I have had them all...
every woman, every age,

every color, in every position.

I've staggered through
the world driven

by this stupid,
bloody, ruthless thing.

And don't pretend you're
any better, child.

That's what you came for.

That's what you want...
Giacomo Casanova,

just as the legend says.

And the legend sticks!

Do you want to hear this?

Do you really want to know?

Do you imagine a virgin
girl is ready for this?

Because if you can't take
everything, then get out.

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Why do I have to
empty all the piss?

First of all his cook,
then the steward,

and then I've got to
go all the way upstairs

and do him, the librarian.

That's not proper work.

You want to leave
him alone upstairs.

They shouldn't send
young girls to his room.

Why not?

Why do you think?

Take my advice and stay
away from that one.

Suits me.

It's less work.

Is that his chamber pot?

Well, it's not mine, is it?

But that's blood.

Why should we worry?

I'm not going up there
to leech him, am I?

But he's ill.

It's nothing to do with us.

And besides, the doctor's
been and gone long since.

When was it?

This time last year.

Nothing to be done.

He's old.

But all the same, there
are surgeons in the city...

All he needs is a priest now.

And I'll tell you something
for nothing at all.

Where's Mr. Casanova
bleeding from?

Down there.

Very common complaint for a man.

Of course, you know what
causes that, don't you?

Friction.

Men.

They're all the same... rubbing
away, can't leave it alone.

To be delivered direct to
the hand of Giacomo Casanova,

the chevalier de Seingalt.

The what?

Chevalier.

We got a chevalier upstairs.

Giving himself
titles, the old fraud,

and getting private messages.

Isn't that grand?

You wait.

I'll bet he expects
us to fetch and carry.

I'm not carting that
all the way upstairs.

Bollocks to that.

This time of night,
we're off duty.

upstairs, have
a look to his clothes.

All that stuff stored away.

Aye, he's either nicked it
or he's a hell of a bust.

The duke ought to kick him out.

He's not worth the bother.

I'm not waiting for the duke.

He's never coming
home, if you ask me.

And still you come back.

I don't see why a
bastard should starve.

And I think this proves I
have the better manners.

There was a horse earlier.

Someone came to the yard.

Did they?

Now, you should drink this.

It's a drop of.

It might do you good.

I told the steward if anyone
came, a letter or anything,

he should send it straight up.

Well, there you are, then.

No letter.

But there was a horse.

It's nothing to
do with me, anyway.

You'll wait a long time before
if you're expecting an apology.

If I scared you away, it
was entirely necessary.

No, actually.

I think you were the
one who was scared.

And now you're going
to tell me why.

Tell me about Naples.

I warned you.

If Henriette's coming
to take you away,

then the kitchen girl deserves
to hear the full story.

If it's so awful, I need
never see you again.

You can start.

You have guts.

I said start.

We kept wandering,
over the years,

from court to court... Dresden,
St. Petersburg, Madrid...

trying to pardon my name.

Get to the point.

Rocco died.

He just caught a cold.

I survived bullets
and fever and curses.

He caught a cold
and was dead in six

days, buried in some little
town that no one's heard of.

I didn't even know him.

But you did.

Rocco Scapino.

He's in here.

You didn't deserve him.

That's what it says.

We kept on getting, Casanova
and son, making money,

losing money, never stopping.

More women, though less and
less as the years went by.

And then came Naples.

Every single ambassador
had refused me,

but a Venetian procurator
had retired to Naples.

He would have the
power to forgive,

if only I were brave
enough to approach.

But no carriage
would take us there.

The citizens of Naples lived
in the shadow of Vesuvius.

The mountain burned
as if God intended

to destroy the
city for its sins...

the perfect place for me.

God, you've brought
me to some places.

We're gonna choke on sulphur.

Oh, stinking.

I wrote ahead.

They promised me lodgings.

Anyone there?

Anyone?

This is useless.

Looks like you've
cocked it up again.

typical.

Hello?

Is there anyone?

Casanova.

Yes?

Follow me.

If you need food or drink, you
can have anything you want to.

Just ask.

Absolutely.

This is very kind, but
I don't think we've met.

If you'd wait here.

Maybe this place
isn't so bad after all.

Now, then.

I saw her first.

God, the stink of ash.

Smell that.

Procurator must be
mad, staying here.

One big bang, the
whole city's gone.

Oh, my Lord.

Bellino!

Destiny.

Again.

My God, how many years?

Look at you!

It's almost supernatural!

You haven't aged a single day!

No, no, no!

Careful!

Not the face.

It's a special preparation.

Smooths out the skin.

Its acid.

Uh, Jack, I told
you about Bellino.

She's famous!

She was a man, a
castrato in disguise.

Oh, my God!

And Paris!

Oh, and you married!

I read about you.

I saw your name.

You'd be proud of me.

I married a very wealthy man.

All of this is mine.

And my daughter, Leonilda.

Oh, and this is mine.

This is my son, Jack.

As handsome as his father.

An improvement, I think.

And he's just as cheeky.

I don't believe it.

We've got so much
to catch up on.

So much gossip.

The children will get bored.

Leonilda, there must be
something more entertaining.

Find something for Jack.

My pleasure.

And mine.

Handsome boy.

So, tell me, how are you?

Still the same waistline.

I can see.

That's hard work,
let me tell you.

But of all the places to live.

Bit unfortunate, isn't it?

The volcano and everything.

Oh, but that's the point.

Anything could happen.

At any moment, the whole
world could explode.

Don't you think it's thrilling?

Well, there is that, yeah
Um, I should warn you,

I'm sure your daughter
is perfectly capable,

but she'd better keep
her wits about her.

Like father, like son.

Small of the back.

Shame on you.

All those travels, and
you never met Mozart.

Actually, I wrote my own opera.

Oh, that's so sweet!

But while Mozart's writing,
who needs anyone else?

Dazzling.

Try it.

It's from China.

No, I'm fine.
Thanks.

Maybe later.

60 ducats just for this.

To think, I was once so
scared of extravagance.

Do you remember?

Now, I barely even notice.

That's true nobility.

You made it.

And what about you?

Oh, I'm fine.

I'm sort of tired.

Still running?

Yeah.

It's been such a long time.

I wanted Venice.

I wanted a woman I
could never have.

I wanted... I don't know.

I think the journey
took over in the end.

I had this manservant.

I had this friend.

And he died.

I never even stopped.

Kept going.

When I first met you, I
had such promise, didn't I?

I found success.

I stole your life.

Thief.

I've got everything I want.

Can you imagine that?

Oh, I was rich once.

But that's just money.

I mean it... everything.

Imagine it, really... having
nothing left to want, ever.

But you, you kept on
chasing and reaching out

and missing and chasing again.

Maybe that's better.

Oh, I don't think so.

Look at you.

You got a home and
a husband and...

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

Ah, everyone dies.

He was a brave man, accepted
everything, even the scandal.

He brought up
Leonilda as his own

and never condemned me for
having a child out of wedlock.

She's yours, Jack.

Leonilda's your daughter.

20 years old.

Consider the date.

No, I don't doubt
you, but... God.

Oh, but she's beautiful.

If I'd known... if
you'd sent me word.

Isn't it fun?

Is it?

It's a surprise!

Well, I suppose.

But... my daughter.

Why didn't you tell me?

Jack, you were in prison.

Oh, my fault again.

That's wonderful, but I
suppose, um... yes, I think I'd

better warn my son, actually.

Why?

Well, I think he
took a shine to her.

I thought so, too.

Well, then.

Does it matter?

Of course it matters.

Why?

Because it does.

Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack.

You've been out of
society for too long.

Anything's possible now.

Um, do you know where
they went, Bellino?

Where are they?
Do you know where they went?

Oh, don't you
see, I only became

famous for being radical.

And this is extreme!

Um, I'd better have a word.

I'd better.

Um, Jack doesn't waste time.

Like father, like son.

I think I should... what
the hell is going on here?

We're all going to die.

Jack, I need a word.

Sorry, but if you
could... what's going on?

You should know.

You're always boasting
of your exploits.

So Why keep it private?

You never did.

Jack, I need to
talk to you alone, right now.

Leonilda, could you excuse us?

It's all right.

I know.

I told him.

You what?

Feels the same as any woman.

All right, now.

The joke's over.

Just stop it now.
Come with me, Jack.

Come with me.

Both of you, just stop.

This is what you
taught me, Dad.

Take it wherever you can,
Whenever, with anyone.

I never told you that.

I said no such thing.

I saw you.

I was watching.

The man who'd try anything.

That's what you're famous for.

That's your legend.

I'm talking now.

Hush.

Good girl.

Don't do that.

Oh, for God's sake.

Just don't, Jack.

Just don't touch her.

It's not like I love her.

It's just sex.

That's what you said...
never lose your heart.

That's not what I meant.

It must be
'cause here I am.

And if you're getting old
and can't get it up anymore,

then I can do it for you.

I'll keep it going,
the Casanova name.

Unless... do you want to join in?

Where is he now?

God knows.

In someone's bed.

He's still out there, somewhere.

And he isn't the only one.

How many of my
bastards are roaming

the world, using my name.

That's how Casanova
will be remembered.

That's not you.

That's exactly me... a
seducer and a monster.

Well, you've read the stories.

Isn't that what they said?

But the stories are wrong.

I didn't read you every page.

Woman after woman after woman.

Jack showed me what I was.

And this time, I didn't
need a law to condemn me.

I exiled myself.

I used the stories
and invented endings.

It said that I was murdered
in Catalonia, that I froze

to death in Russia,
than an angry husband

stabbed me in the heart.

And it worked!

You thought I was
long since dead.

Isn't that right?

Yes.

And Henriette must
have thought the same.

I came here, a tiny little
village where no one had heard

my name, and I disappeared.

I wrote this story as penance,
and now I'm going to burn it.

Don't!

It has to be done.

Oh, but you can't!

Reduced to ashes.

But you can't, Jack!

It's the one thing
that tells the truth!

You talk as though
anyone cared.

I do!

I thought I could
die here in silence.

But now there's Henriette.

And right at the end,
I've been given a chance.

Let me burn it and start again.

What if she doesn't come?

She will.

But he's in there.

You told me last night
there was a greater

love, above Henriette,
someone you loved best.

And I know, Jack,
because I loved him too.

That man, that stupid, daft
man and all his adventures.

Don't burn him

You'll never control what people
think of you after you're gone.

Very few men can hope
to be remembered at all.

At least you've written that.

There was... I
don't know, I don't

know the right thing to do.

Jack?

Oh, my God!

Oh, sir!

Don't move!

It's all right.

I'm here.

It's all right.

It's all right.

FEMALE SPEAKER
I regret

to tell you that my
mother, Henriette Grimani,

died just six months ago.

She was 70 years
old and passed away

without pain or discomfort.

But I feel compelled
to reply to your letter

because she spoke
of you often, sir.

After my father died, and
respecting my father always,

she told me many stories.

And in every story,
there was your name, sir.

She told me that
you disappeared,

that there were many
stories about your death,

which she never believed.

And she never
stopped looking, sir.

She would have wanted
me to tell you that.

She never stopped looking.

Keep still, now.

What if she finds me like this?

Good.

Then I can get some sleep.

If you wrote to her, tell her
I'm not well, she might hurry.

You can do it yourself,
soon as you're up and about.

Now hush.

If the steward finds you in
my room, you'll be sacked.

And you'd get your
reputation back.

Besides, I'm better
than this place.

As soon as you're
better, I'm going.

Where?

I don't know.

Just out.

What will you do?

I might surprise you, have
some adventures of my own,

break a few hearts.

And you will.

I think I'll choose something
just out of reach and run.

Just lie still.

Where is she?

All my life, running and chasing
and reaching out and missing,

just missing every time.

What if she doesn't get here?

What if I miss right at the end?

You'll make it worse.

Just stop it.

Where is she?

She's coming, Jack.

I swear.

She's coming to be
with you right now.

What if she's not?

I swear to you she's coming.

You can't know that.

I can.

I know absolutely
because she sent me.

It's too late for stories.

She did.

She sent me here to the
castle to look after you,

just like she did before.

That can't be true.

Believe it.

I'm telling the story
now, and you listen.

When you disappeared,
she heard all

the stories about your death.

But she never
believed them, never.

Does that sound like her?

Yes.

And she never
stopped looking.

She wants you to know that, sir.

All her life, she never
stopped looking for you.

Isn't that her?

Yes.

She'd never stop and
never forget because she

never stopped loving you.

Isn't that right?

Yes.

And she found you,
just as you found her.

And she's coming, Jack.

She's running.

She's coming to be
with you right now.

I promise you, she's coming.

Henriette.

She's on her way.

She's almost here.

She's here.