Casanova

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 ll, 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?