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- (whistles) - (neighing)
Bollocks!
Get him!
Don't just stand there, get him!
- Get him! - Run, Giac, run!
Pietro!
That's the man!
- Get him! - Run!
(yelling)
- Gentlemen. - Gentlemen.
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 hungry.
Maria?!
(Wind whistling)
WOMAN: Rule of thumb,
keep your flour box and your spice box separate.
Don't go putting them together,
'cause 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 twenty o'clock,
and no one has 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!
(Men laughing)
It's "do this" and "do that."
Get your own bloody food. Do 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.
(laughter continues)
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?
Then stop the chat and do some work.
Scrub that table down.
MAN: "Have some bloody sauce."
(all laughing)
(knock at door)
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 a burgomaster's daughter doing working in a 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 the Fifteenth, King George the Second,
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.
(laughing)
That's typical of nobility...
- Playing games with the servants. - Is that what I am?
- Nobility? - Of course you are, sir.
Giacomo Casanova, the Chevalier de Seingalt.
That's not what it says here.
Well, then tell me.
I've sworn 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.
(Singing soprano aria)
(applause)
- Who's in tonight? - The senator's here again, ma'am.
That's three times this week.
- 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.
- MAN: What's wrong with him? - MOTHER: He never says a word.
He's an idiot; he was born an idiot.
- Takes after his father, then. - (Both laughing)
(woman, man moaning)
(woman laughs)
It's no good staring.
I can't take you with me.
I told you,
I found you a school in Padua 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!
Ugh! And now he's bleeding again.
Look at what I'm wearing!
How can I kiss him good-bye when he's covered in...
Aren't you going to say anything?
It's not my fault.
MAN: 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. - (Smacking lips)
(teacher speaking Latin)
Casanova, conjugate.
Anything?
Can the homunculus speak?
Is there nothing inside that head apart from blood?
GIRL: 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.
Your feet's dirty and all.
(laughs) Got you.
I bet you're dirty all over.
Do you want me to keep going?
All right then.
That's your knees.
How about your thigh?
What do you think?
Yeah?
How about I go
all the way up?
Yes! Pipilabam, pipilabas, pipilabat.
Yes! Never mind that, here's a poem of my own.
Yes!
- Ye...! - Is it 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... (taps cane)
a legend.
CASANOVA: 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 breeches 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 seethe and mate.
But my wallet's 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, yes.
Maybe later.
(Chuckles): Oh, yes.
(Chuckles)
Oh, laugh.
Yes, from China.
How's the leg?
Good.
I'm fine, yes, I'm fine.
Super.
Marvelous.
Just dandy, thanks for asking.
(Mouthing)
(mouthing)
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. - I suppose you could say
it's because the slave always takes his name from the master.
(Chuckles)
Yes.
"And besides," I said, "Cardinal, how can you extol
the virtues of language when you've banned
the poet Ariosto from the Index?"
- I mean, what sort of... - Ah, well, no.
- Actually, they haven't. - I'll think you'll find they have.
I think you'll find they haven't. Honestly, sorry.
Um, 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 Mr. 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.
(Gasps)
(laughter)
Nice indeed to meet you, peasant.
Now fetch me some wine.
- (laughter) - Where was I?
As I said, the man was utterly dumbfounded.
Enjoy the show?
Loved it.
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.
(Church bells ringing)
If you're going to 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!
EDITH: 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 had an act to maintain.
And the first thing a gentleman needs
is an address.
That smell's 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 roof hasn't got long.
You're not exactly selling it.
Middle of the city?
- They're fighting over this place. - How much?
Ten 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 Catrigatti Street.
It's the back of Catrigatti 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 doubt 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 Alto Adige,
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.
(Cheering)
Thank you, my 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 joints 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.
You're more than a doctor, sir, you're a miracle worker!
Behold!
(Sobbing)
Someone said you need an astronomer.
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, sir.
(Giggling)
This is beginning to scare me.
- A virtuoso. - What, 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 will keep straying from my side.
Oh, it's that man again.
Are you following me? People will talk.
This is the Signor Casanova everyone's talking about.
You have the look of a manual worker about you, Casanova,
what's your profession?
I'm... a spy.
- 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.
GRIMANI: I suppose you can prove it?
What, you want me to spy on something? Um...
Look, there's a canal.
I spied it.
Look, it's still there.
- Ooh, and again. - (laughing)
I take it you're laughing at him?
Absolutely.
Excuse me, but I haven't actually been introduced to the lady.
Henriette.
Henriette Marie-Anne d'Albertas.
My fiancée.
Now my father's looking for us. He's got this obsession
with the Siamese Ambassador.
EDITH: 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?
Ah, there were plenty of other women.
I thought there might be.
Angela.
Let me tell you about Angela,
and how I learnt 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 old time was had by all.
EDITH: 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, it'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?
For those who really *, I suppose.
Uh...
Have you been to the opera?
I've been translating the lyrics of Zoroastre, and it's
turned out to be quite a success.
I find all forms of theatre vulgar.
Yes, absolutely. Good point.
Even puppet shows?
Anyway, um, have you heard, the Elector of Saxony
has bought the Duke of Modena's entire
collection. I don't suppose you're interested in art?
- No. - All right.
Um...
I've met the Pope.
NANETTE: 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.
It's like 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...
Huh... Oh...
I'm sorry.
You could find someone else.
But someone else wouldn't be her.
Sorry, I'm...
I'll come back tomorrow.
Don't listen to me. Sorry.
I'd better go.
(Plucking strings lightly)
The sisters Tosello.
Is there something wrong? Is it Angela?
Now, we've brought provisions.
A tongue, Parmesan cheese.
Some bread.
I take it you've got wine.
He can go.
Um, Rocco, thank you.
ROCCO: 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 liked 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 titles.
Why should we 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 only think of her.
Oh...
not completely honest, then.
Oh, my Lord, forgive me. That's just an animal reaction, I swear.
No,
that's honest.
But it's a... it's a matter of honor.
I've pledged myself to your sister.
NANETTE: 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?
(Squeaks): Yeah.
We've got hours to go!
Speak for yourself!
If all I have to do is say what I feel, then...
(laughs) I feel fantastic.
It's not all about you.
No, I mean,
I hope you feel the same.
It sounded like it.
What do you even know about me?
I know your father is the priest of San Samuele.
His parish runs along the Monache 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 St. 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.
OLDER CASANOVA: 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 of St. Valencia.
You've been in this castle just one day,
does anyone else know that much about you?
Ah, 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 the bedpost.
Then 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 Imer,
almost my wife.
Larca Dimacci,
celebrated courtisane.
Mimi,
the landlord's daughter.
The widow Bataggia.
*
on the morning of her wedding.
Sinola Fazzi,
wife of a very understanding man.
Teresa Caccioli,
a nun.
Marina Morosino,
another nun.
Marina,
and Teresa.
- Who's... who's next? - (papers rustling)
Long time ago.
All those women,
it's a list of the dead, now.
Yet I live on.
It's 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...
Where is it?
Next, there came Bellino.
Who was she?
A castrato.
A man?
Bellino's coming!
Sweet Bellino!
Giacomo, you must see Bellino.
Oh, here we go again, you big kitten.
Is this your latest fetish?
Ah, 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!
Sit me down, boys, sit me down.
CASANOVA: Come here then, you great big bauble.
Come to mother.
Lovely.
Have you met my nephews?
It's a different nephew every week.
Mm. I found Carlos working on a barrow.
What do you think of that arse?
That is a very good arse.
Oh, here he comes... Bellino.
He's a castrato from Bologna.
And gorgeous. Oh, gorgeous!
♪ Pack up your worries ♪
♪ Lay down your fears ♪
♪ Venice 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.
Pretty 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.
♪ Nothing to hide ♪
- CASANOVA: 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, but the 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.
HENRIETTE: Pervert.
That's a girl.
I dare you.
(Henriette laughing)
♪ Pack up your worries ♪
♪ Lay down your fears ♪
♪ Venice will comfort you ♪
♪ Prouder and bolder ♪
♪ Prettier each year ♪
♪ Venice is always new ♪
♪ There is a gentle... ♪
(applause)
Success!
They were clapping, they wouldn't stop.
Did you hear them?
And it's all thanks to you, Giacomo.
You paid for the theatre and invited half of Venice.
Oh, thank you.
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 persisting, but I swear...
If you'd let me...
Tell me to stop and I'll stop,
but I can't stop hoping.
(Sighs)
Bellino...
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.
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.
- (laughing): No. - Just let me touch it.
(laughing): No!
Oh.
Told you.
- You're a man. - I did tell you.
I can't help it.
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.
Are you all 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.
Then the castrato is 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 "a lucky bastard."
(both laughing)
God!
- Why a disguise? - I was penniless.
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 young castrato in the village died
just before he was due to go into the city.
I took his place... just to escape.
The last thing I expected was success,
and now I'm trapped.
But you could have told me.
I thought you would have your fun,
and then moved on to your next conquest.
That's what they say about me, isn't it?
But 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.
(Both laughing)
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...
(gasps)
- But you paid for this. - Then I can improve it.
You can't do that.
I just did.
Well, then.
(Fabric ripping)
(squeals)
(partygoers quieting)
(sporadic gasping)
(gasping)
(laughter)
(cheering)
I preferred you as a boy.
Oh, you're in demand all over Italy...
Rome, Pisa, Naples, they all want you,
the singer who changed sex.
It's so very radical.
You're famous already.
Ooh! That substitute knob, do you mind if I have it?
Mine fell off years ago.
ARGENTI: 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.
ARGENTI: 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 fame.
VILLARS: Oh! I must tell you...
(mouthing)
(laughs)
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 is that woman?
A friend.
When we're in bed,
just as we're finishing,
you get such a look in your eyes.
And 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.
(confused chatter)
And then?
What happened?
- What happened next? - My downfall.
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