Voila! Finally, the Dangerous Beauty
script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the Catherine McCormack
movie. This script is a transcript that was painstakingly
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tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to
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"We danced our youthin a dreamed-of cityVeniceParadise proud and prettyWe lived for love and lust and beautyPleasure then our only dutyFloating then 'twixt heaven and earthAnd drunk on plenty's blessed mirthWe thought ourselves eternal thenOur glory sealed by God's own penBut paradise we found is always frailAgainst man's fear will always fail. "
Is anything wrong, Mama?
Nothing at all.
I feel faint.
I feel faint.
I feel faint.
What are you doing?
Come on, Beatrice.
Quick!
Slow down!
Veronica!
Look!
Hello!
Your brother!
Hello, Venice!
What if he sees us?
He's looking at them, not us.
Hello, Venice!
Did you get my letters?
No? I'm not talking to you anyway.
You broke my heart.
Come on!
Come on!
All this for me?
Oh Olivia
Oh glorious maid
Of virtue spare
With bosoms like those who could care?
My rod...
...my lady, a hand.
- Come.
- Hardly.
It's Venus, come to bless the Venetians!
You smell like a sewer.
Thank you. That's a fine welcome,
little sister. Look at you.
You might make a wife after all.
- Did you see him?
- Who?
Is he handsome?
- He's powerful.
- He is.
Welcome home, Marco.
I think I've missed you.
With all the court ladies to amuse you?
Roman women, they can't hold a candle
to the Venetian.
Nor can French, Florentine
nor any from Europe to the Levant.
No doubt you've sampled them all.
All but idle amusement
until you blossomed.
What keeps a son
from greeting his own parents?
Beauty, I think.
You're drenched. Come on,
you'll catch your death.
I thought you were going
to miss dinner again.
Ladies have better things to do
than poison their minds with books.
Such as?
Such as minding their manners.
The butcher said he must be paid.
Sera, do you know when you sail?
Next week.
Wish I could sail the high seas.
Veronica, high seas, indeed.
She'll never find a husband
if she carries on like a child.
How do people marry, Mother?
They strike a bargain.
What's to bargain over
if you're in love?
Marriage is a contract,
not a perpetual tryst.
Have you got someone in mind?
- Love poetry?
- Give it back!
"Life's harshness all forgave
Hearts yearning met
When God...
...your soul did..."
Must be true love.
I'd have made a dashing courtier.
Or maybe a pirate!
Disengage.
And again, back.
Back, extend and lunge.
Nor in hopeThe world can show a fatal...... love for meBut since that I must...I really love youPlease won't you love me
And where might you be going?
Nowhere.
That 'nowhere' has a nice tenor.
Veronica is on the canal
with Marco Venier. Alone.
Mother Franco!
Elena, don't call me that.
Makes me feel ancient.
Young ladies of marriageable age
must be chaperoned.
A good marriage for Veronica
could win me a proper commission.
I always liked Marco.
He won't marry her
if he's had her.
Marry her? A bride of Marco's
will need a king's ransom.
"I see my fated stars
Your eyes...
They melt me as the sun does snow"
I bought this in Rome for you.
You didn't buy it for me.
Yes, I did.
I just didn't know it.
Such an easy gift might easily
be taken back again.
Then name me any other gift.
The book will do for now.
I think perhaps you're too young...
...to accept what I would...
...truly give you.
I am not so young
as you are vain.
You haven't changed, have you?
How would you know?
I fear you mistake me for
one of your easy court companions.
I mistook the asking in your eyes.
Do you not like my kiss?
I wish it were not a sin
to have liked it so.
God made sin...
...that we might know His mercy.
I find myself within his eyesI long for more of myself to knowHe hears, it seems, my silent criesAnd makes my heart my reason's foeHow can this be, to love so quickly?"Love does not wait," is his replyWhat magic weaveshis touch to trick me?How can I now my love deny?
For my bride...
...a little wedding trinket.
Lorenzo Gritti and his fair bride
Your union gives us greatest pride
Good health, great wealth
and lasting line
- How could they?
- How could who what?
Your parents marry your sister off
to that piece of decaying flesh.
That piece of decaying flesh is a cousin
of the doge, confidant of the pope.
- The Roman court adores him.
- They don't have to sleep with him.
You'd be surprised.
Save your blushes. They don't sit well
with the bluntness of your tongue.
Surely they could have traded down
a few ducats for an ounce of virility.
- Why?
- For your sister's sake.
She's a prude.
Then it would hardly have been
more cruel marrying her to God.
God isn't as rich as Lorenzo Gritti.
Do honor to the houses
of Gritti and Venier.
For Venice.
I've seen how you look at her,
how she looks at you. I know that look.
Do not underestimate
love's allure, Marco.
Enjoy it...
...but guard your head and your heart.
You cannot marry her.
I know.
Pietro, come.
I wish that were our bridal chamber.
You think me terribly wicked
for saying that?
You know we can't marry.
I know only what you tell me.
I must marry...
...according to my station
and my family's wealth.
Then why are you here?
Because I could not stay away.
Then don't.
My marriage must be a marriage of state.
My people are true citizens
years back.
A coat of arms does not
an inheritance make.
I speak of love and you talk of money.
Of my duty.
And your heart?
This isn't about my heart,
it's about politics.
How romantic.
Marriage isn't romantic.
That's why God invented poetry.
To sweeten men's lying lips!
If I were a liar,
would I tell you this now?
If you cared for me,
you could not tell me this ever.
I want you.
Not enough.
Daughter, you have reached too high.
I told you, marriage is a contract.
To a man of Marco's station,
it has nothing to do with love.
But you can still have Marco.
But not in wedlock.
There's an alternative to marriage.
You'll become a courtesan.
I've seen you watching them.
I've seen you mesmerized by them.
You'll become a courtesan...
...like your mother used to be.
You were a courtesan?
One of the best.
When?
A long time ago.
I had hoped to buy you a good marriage.
But your father...
...drank away your dowry.
Your brother must buy his posting.
And I am too old.
It is you...
...who must support us now.
Look at these hands.
Soft.
Too soft...
...for a scullery maid...
...or working the winery.
Perhaps a lady's maid.
- Wouldn't that be funny?
- Send me to the convent then!
You are not the type.
How would you know?
What're you doing?
Whichever devil you choose,
you'll look him in the eye first...
...which is more than my mother gave me.
First secret of all great courtesans:
You must know pleasure...
...to give pleasure.
Beauty is a manifestation of the divine.
That theory built the Sistine Chapel,
and it'll do the same for you.
Height is an advantage to women
as well as men.
Carriage creates the first impression.
Come with me, Veronica.
Mother, we can't go in there.
Ladies can't go in there.
Courtesans can.
The emperor Pericles relied
more for policy on his mistress...
...than he ever did on his lieutenants.
Courtesans, my dear, are the
most educated women in the world.
A courtesan is a force of naturein a civilized cloak.Any chambermaid can flop down,take off her shirt...... and men will come.
Your true power comes from
something much deeper than beauty.
Cleopatra knew that.
Theodosia.
Aspasia.
She could seduce a man at paces...
...without revealing an inch of flesh.
How?
With her mind.
Desire begins in the mind.
I don't understand.
No, you don't.
Think of Marco.
I know you know anger.
Try disdain.
Amusement.
Submission.
Rapture.
Now...
...make him believe that he is
the only man in the universe.
Who taught you?
Your grandmother.
In order to choose your lovers wisely,
you need to understand men.
No matter their shape or size...
...position or wealth...
...they all dream...
...of the temptress.
The irresistible...
...unapproachable Venus...
...who quickly turns pliable maiden
when they've had a hard day.
Come.
You can't be squeamish.
If you don't enjoy it...
...they'll smell it,
like a dog smells fear.
And they'll hate you for it.
What's there to be squeamish about?
If you touch...
...here.
Amazing.
Use your fingers lightly...
...like feathers.
Your tongue, like licking sweets.
Your teeth, with restraint.
Just enough...
...to keep him wanting more.
It's wanting...
...that keeps us alive.
Minister Ramberti.
I'd like to present you
to my daughter, Veronica.
It would bring me luck if you'd
play a hand for me.
Remember, Veronica, love love.
But do not love the man,
or you'll be in his power.
Good luck.
May I call?
May I call?
Lovely.
This is my first bet.
Your first?
Unmistakably.
I'm honored.
Repent your empty excesses!
There is no comfort here.
Friends.
May I ask you, is this God's game?
Why do you gamble with your souls?
What is it you want?
Your salvation.
This is no company for one so fair.
Venice may as well be deemed
one large floating brothel.
What's biting your ass
this fair evening, cousin?
You'd begrudge the fairer sex
their little crumbs?
No, though they do make more
in a night than I a month.
Go make yourself useful.
Give us a rhyme.
I'm no performing monkey
for the idle masses.
Since when?
We're all of us
performing monkeys, nephew.
Paupers and poets alike.
I'm at your service, Uncle.
If it's rhyme you wish,
I'll gladly oblige.
A subject?
Doge?
Venice. To celebrate our plenty.
Born in glory
The virgin's exultation
Fair and mighty Venice
Queen of the sea
Unconquered maid
Sovereign isle is she
Chaste goddess
Rising from the foamy depths
Wine?
Please.
Signor Venier? Don't be absurd.
I'm not being absurd.
I'm just...
...treating you with indifference,
as you did me.
You confuse indifference with honesty.
You confuse honesty with venality.
You think me venal?
You are a venal cur.
Hello, Marco.
Something I can do for you?
Here, beauty, wit and wealth combined
Gateway 'twixt distant East and West
Mother of liberty
Child of honor
Home and hearth and heart
To men of valor
Perhaps the fair maiden can do better.
A duel!
Venice...
...mother...
...virgin, queen and...
...goddess
To be all at once is no mean trick.
If women's lust lost Eden
Our redress to be
Hearth, heart and home to every...
...prick.
Who is she?
Sweet lagoon
That brings us...
...Iovely life
Rank with...
...greed and trade's...
...devouring strife
Lady Venice
Her raiment, as the moon doth glow
Her wisdom
Her wisdom shines bright
As envious day
Her wives...
...like booty...
...are locked away
Never ever hide that face again.
Children are a deficit.
It's not infallible.
It's more comfortable
than a turtle shell.
So?
You didn't tell me everything.
How could I?
They won't all be Rambertis.
Who's next?
Honor us with a poem, Signora Veronica.
I would be too humbled
before such eloquent minds.
Make us laugh as you did before.
Perhaps if I'm clever
next time I shall make you weep.
I shall weep if I don't
see you again.
Thursday?
Every Thursday?
I shall count the hours in between.
Scrape any lower
you can have shoes for earrings.
Why, Marco Venier,
I do believe you're jealous.
I can only be jealous
of what I cannot have.
- And you cannot have me.
- There's no one in Venice I can't have.
And there's not a man in Venice
that I can't have.
We are so alike, you and me.
We both know that love is inconvenient,
if not impossible.
So why not enjoy what little
we're allowed together?
I'm all booked up.
Well?
Well, what?
I see you're enjoying yourself.
Yes, thank you, Signor Venier.
Domenico.
Otherwise, you'll make me feel old.
Let me help you.
It's not a sight
for such beautiful eyes.
I'm not afraid of flesh.
The man who bid you rhyme...
...Francesco Martenengo...
...admiral of our fleet.
Whatever you do, don't make him mad.
Bishop De La Torre.
His collection of paintings is surpassed
only by his collection of women.
So many?
Biblical.
Ramberti, you know.
Minister of Defense.
I tell you, he's in love with you.
You say that as if
you thought it a disease.
You think, perhaps,
I want you for myself?
I would not presume.
Pity.
I was flattered to think
you might harbor such suspicions...
...under the circumstances.
I would be happy to attend to you
under any circumstances.
"All the best courtesans have one."
Signor Marco Venier
wishes your audience.
A peacock does not an inheritance make.
Look at these gowns.
Each is a unique work of art.
Charming spectacle.
I've seen better.
Must be interesting...
...being in a room full of men, most of
whom you've seen naked.
Puts it all in some kind of perspective.
I was wondering...
I would enjoy it if perhaps we might...
...exchange verse again...
...some night.
We can't afford one another, Maffio.
We're both...
...courtiers singing for our supper.
Of course.
What was Cousin Maffio on about?
The pleasures of poetry.
Enjoy the hunt?
The hunt possesses,
doesn't it, such a cruel beauty?
Much like your own.
Is my beauty cruel?
I think so.
To those that you refuse, yes.
It is only my refusal
that arouses your longing.
You underrate yourself.
Flatterer.
Put it to the test.
Say yes...
...and then see if you're rid of me.
Let's see.
If I'm right...
...you'll tire of me,
and if you're right, I'll tire of you.
Maybe we should just stay as we are.
You know I do regret...
...the hurt that I caused you.
With all my heart.
The heart is higher up.
Her father owns half of Lombardy...
...and her aunt is the pope's niece. An
alliance with this family is a godsend.
You will marry Giulia da Lezze...
...for Venice, if for no other reason.
You have the feigned indifference
of a man in love.
Go on, son...
...tell the truth and shame the devil.
The Turks are on the move again?
The sultan wants the Mediterranean
for his bathing pool.
So what is that heavenly thing?
Ermine.
I'm an ass!
My little poetess.
I'm an ass!
You are the brightest...
...star in the Venetian firmament.
Excuse me.
The coldest.
Cold.
But also the brightest.
My uncle...
...tells me...
...I have...
...the feigned indifference of a man...
Of a man about to be married.
I'm getting married. Congratulate me.
Felicitations on your grand match.
Generously put.
Do you love her?
Do I have to?
I hope it's a profitable union.
Do you like poetry?
I know the Psalms.
Tell me a secret.
- I have no secrets.
- Everyone has secrets.
Tell me a desire.
Deep desire.
I hope to give you many strong sons.
No, I mean something...
...for you.
Something just for you.
To be a good wife to you
is my only desire.
'Tis not wanton fleshBut love that brings me shameMocked by fateImprisoned by my womb
My jealousy possessed
Which slow consumes
An ice-cold, gloomy vicious flame
I love the very weapons which me wound
Lucky is the man
that can inspire your poet's heart.
The only form she's mastered
is a whore's.
Honestly, I didn't think Uncle
was still capable of getting it up.
What did you do to him, to get him
to publish this little pile of ditties?
Won't give the time of day
to his own flesh and blood.
She worked for it.
I'll bet she worked for it.
What do you cost these days?
If your prick is as limp as your verse,
no price could purchase time enough.
Just making a point, Cousin.
Very brave.
What point would that be?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I apologize.
Have you the guts to try again
Blade to blade and pen to pen?
Madonna Veronica.
Veritably unique whore
May sing...
...and rhyme...
...and more
Still...
...is at best a slut
With every horny mutt
You pride yourself on arts and letters
And fucking best your manly betters
I save the goodly wives of Venice
From their husbands' lustful menace
Then you confess...
...you love...
...to rut
And your beauty's gladly stuck
Little mistake.
I confess...
...I fuck divinely
Those who love and well opine me
I confess...
...I fuck divinely
Those who...
...richly wine and dine me
On the page or on the sheet
You'll never find a tongue more sweet
On the page or on the sheet
On the page or on the sheet
Greet bleat...
On the page or on the sheet
A greater hack you'll never meet.
You fight like a sailor.
I learned from a sailor.
Now stop stalling.
Recant the curse you give my kind
Admit I have, as you, a heart and mind
A greedy hand, an empty heart
Is all that wrests your legs apart
How did you let this paragon of cities
turn into a cesspit...
...of vice and depravity?
For as the waters flow
through Venice every day...
...and wash away the filth...
Do you not agree?
I think not.
A soul in torment is a soul without God.
All flesh is grass.
We must all meet our Maker.
To this end we must all come.
Even Venetians.
You can be saved, my brother.
You can...
...cure me of my desire...
...young idealist?
No.
I can't.
Tonight's too many hours away.
My affections aren't mine
to give you tonight.
What?
I have mouths to feed like you.
I'll support you.
No. There will no money between us.
So you'd continue with this life?
I have no choice.
This is the life I was given.
You do have a choice.
If I were yours alone, your property...
...you'd soon tire of me.
You're wrong.
Am I?
If you cared for me,
you could not do this.
Do not ask of me what you cannot give.
Your wife is waiting.
What ails you, Marco?
What do you mean?
I want to be a good wife.
Impending deprivation...
...always makes me hungry.
My dear...
...you're not eating.
But you are though, darling.
There'll be no more of these little
delicacies if the sultan turns nasty.
Why are bells ringing
at this time of night?
The sultan has attacked.
He took ships near Malta.
If we don't sail for Cyprus by Easter,
we won't be sailing back.
- Sooner, I think.
- If we can't rally France, we won't.
The Turks have ships to our .
- Will the King of France help us?
- If we amuse him.
King Henry's a boy in men's breeches.
- A powerful boy.
- A boy nonetheless.
He commands a lot of ships
and has no love for the Turks.
Your wife believes
she has bewitched you.
What's the harm in bewitching
a married man?
That man has to have heirs.
He's to be a senator soon.
So he shall.
What God and greed
have joined together...
...let no love put asunder.
The woman you love is not good...
...not pure, not meek.
I'm a courtesan. It's the only thing
you'll let me do...
I can't bear it.
I know I have no right...
...but I won't share you.
But I must share you. I must bear that.
I have no choice.
Please don't envy Giulia.
She will never have what you have.
Please trust me.
I don't know how.
I'll earn your trust.
Let me.
You'll go to war and die.
Stay with me for as long as we have.
And be your private whore?
Don't ever say that.
You're Veronica Franco.
You're a poet.
And you're my lady.
Cancel my appointments, please.
It's a treacherous game you play,
my little idiot.
You outdid me long ago.
I know that.
And the irony is, it's not because...
...you're prettier than I was,
because you're not.
Nor that you're a better lay,
because you aren't.
It's because you're smarter.
You have a gift.
- Don't throw it away.
- For God's sake, haven't I done enough?
He's a client like the others.
Love him and lose.
I must go. King Henry's coming.
I'll get my things.
You've been selfish,
keeping her hidden away.
You came back in time...
...to seduce the French king.
He arrives tomorrow.
He'd let Paris burn for a good lay.
He'll hardly fight for Venice.
Depends on how Venice lays him.
I don't mind fighting,
but I prefer a war I can win.
Without France's ships,
it's a suicide mission.
Glorious architecture.
Good Henry!
We must fight the infidels here...
...before we can beat them abroad!
Before we can fight them at home!
Take this paper to the king!
Let me go! I'm a man of God!
Give him this paper!
France has zealots too. We prefer
heretics. They're not so serious.
Zealots are creating
difficulties everywhere.
Our captains tell us...
...the Muslim Turks have been
spotted near Cyprus.
Rather presumptuous, don't you think?
Rather presumptuous to think
the Church wouldn't come to its defense?
What about these courtesans
Venice is so famous for?
The sultan is too experienced
to gamble...
I'd like to meet them.
Are they nearby?
Who's that? She's not with the others.
Veronica Franco, Your Excellency.
The poetess.
Is she a courtesan?
She is, Your Highness.
Tell her to come forward.
I want her.
Most exquisite.
- You do me great honor.
- I take you from the one you love.
You have to say that.
I'm the king.
I have to say that
because Venice needs you.
What do you yearn for, IKing Henry?
You've heard the rumors.
Yes, sire.
The king is a pervert.
What do you really yearn for?
Tears.
Your tears.
You yearn for my tears?
I don't think so.
Then what do I yearn for?
Why don't we find out?
You'll get your ships.
- Poet to kings.
- A national asset.
More than French ships.
We should make you
ambassador to the emperor.
He doesn't deserve her.
Would he sooner we didn't get the ships?
He would rather he had the right
to refuse even a king your hand.
I could not refuse.
Couldn't you?
I think you like it.
You like what it has made me.
I don't like what it makes me.
Why did you not stop me?
You're not mine to stop!
Whose fault is that?
You sleep with Giulia for duty's sake.
I slept with the IKing of France once for
duty's sake. Who does not forgive?
Perhaps I can't live with it.
I pray God to watch over you.
Save your prayers, Veronica.
The devil's got my heart now.
God hasn't a chance.
We were hoping you'd tell us
what's happening with the war.
What do you know?
Just that we're
fighting the Turks again.
And that's all?
Their sultan sent us an ultimatum.
Either we surrender Cyprus or he takes it
by force. Our fleets went to defend it.
Is Cyprus so important,
we must send our husbands to battle?
Without Cyprus...
...we lose control over
the eastern Mediterranean.
I know we own it...
...but where exactly is Cyprus?
My husband...
...do you know if he is alive or dead?
Alive and well.
And mine?
The admiral is alive. And a hero.
And my husband?
Who is your husband?
Vicco.
My husband is Pietro Vicco.
He's strong. He'll come home safely.
You know her husband well.
Not at all well,
but his reputation precedes him.
Go on, ask her.
Ask her what you're longing to.
Ask her what draws our husbands
back to her again and again...
...like pigs to a trough!
The Latin for banana is ariena.
Banana tree is pala.
A woman's greatest
and most hard-won asset...
...is an education.
Just because you can say it in Latin
doesn't make it less obscene.
Just because you took a vow
doesn't mean you know love.
Either that whore leaves or I leave.
No Christian woman could tolerate this!
You're unfit to be a mother.
At least I am a mother.
Thank you for your assistance,
Signora Franco.
He's alive.
You made many enemies today.
They were already enemies.
Now they will become more so.
Did you come to warn me?
...make her a courtesan.
I will not pimp your daughter.
Look at the life you live.
The freedom that you have.
You'll deny my daughter
the same chance?
Turn right up ahead.
Look.
Look outside.
This is where we go to die.
You will not end here.
Livia, Venice's reigning Venus.
A jealous lover did that.
Who wants her now?
My cage seems bigger than yours,
but it's still a cage.
You won't get sympathy from me.
I don't want it.
Do you know what my
daughter's nurse told her today?
That in a girl's voice lies temptation.
A known fact. Eloquence in a woman
means promiscuity.
Promiscuity of the mind...
...leads to promiscuity of the body.
She doesn't believe her yet,
but she will.
She'll grow up like her mother.
She'll marry, bear children...
...and honor her family.
Spend her youth in needlepoint...
And when she dies...
...she'll wonder why she obeyed
all the rules of God and country...
...because no biblical hell
could ever be worse...
...than this state
of perpetual inconsequence.
Silent God ignores my prayerAnd renders lostWhat once was fairOnce blissfulFortune's favorite cityNow wheeled fate turnsNo trace of pityCitizens of Venice!Look around you nowat the disease and deaths...... that have taken overour once beautiful city, and tell me...... this plague is not a punishment...... from God!We are surrounded by harlots...... and courtesans!We must cast outthose who tempt us...
...for we are a city of shame...
... of fornication...... and carnal practicesthat defy description.We will go the way of Sodomand Gomorrah...... and become dustin the sands of time!
There's news from Venice.
The corruption of flesh,
the paint on their faces...
...the vile coloring of their hair,
their wanton dress...
Look on them and within yourselves.
You're alive.
You're alive.
Forgive me.
Please forgive me.
I'm sorry.
Signora Veronica Franco...
...I hereby summon you to appear before
the tribunal of the Holy Inquisition.
You have no jurisdiction here, Senator.
I speak for the Church.
The Inquisition?
In Venice?
We have dead.
The living want answers. They may be
wrong answers, but they want them.
Be glad the bastards
aren't burning us out.
You can stop it!
If the doge came out in defense
of a notorious courtesan...
Now she's notorious?
Before she was a national asset.
It would topple the government.
These are grim times, Senator.
You're an elected official.
You cannot refuse your office.
Then you compel me
to condone these proceedings.
Am I mistaken, or is Venice
still a free republic?
By order of the pope, the Inquisition
has come to Venice...
...to seek out heresy and beliefs
anathema to the Church.
Veronica Franco...
...you have been denounced...
...on the charge of witchcraft,
a mortal sin punishable by death.
Should you confess and repent
during these proceedings...
...you will be mercifully welcomed back
into the bosom of the Holy Church.
Your Holiness...
Silence!
The accused shall make no utterance but
to answer our questions or to confess.
Proceed, Monsignor.
Venice...
...ever a noble republic...
...home of learning...
...art, commerce...
...has been brought low
by war and plague.
Do you know why?
I am not that wise.
Tell us...
...how many...
...of the worthy men of this city
have you taken into your chamber?
I've not counted my lovers.
Answer the question.
Yes.
More than ?
I don't know.
You don't?
Yet for each you paraded your
milky breast and hair of spun copper.
For each you learned his
unique favored touch...
...and enchanted him to believe
he was the only man in the universe.
How many per week?
I told you. I enchanted no one.
Did you feign love with more than
weekly? Or would or have sated you?
I never feigned love.
So why'd they pay?
For the dream of love...
...as it cannot exist in this world
that you've created.
For the hope there might exist
on earth some corner of this paradise...
Paradise?
When have fallen?
You say this.
You...
...who fill your home with feast
and dance while Venice suffers?
Who creates a sumptuous
world of flesh...
...and depravity, of orgiastic rites
invoking the devil?
- This is paradise?
- The only devilry here is your spite!
He's jealous of what he cannot have!
Do not intrude into the proceedings.
I'm a senator of Venice.
The Inquisition is here by our consent.
This is an ecclesiastical court.
You are here by my consent.
This is a personal vendetta.
You will abide by our rules
or be removed.
Is that understood?
Is that understood?
The senator speaks the truth.
I was bewitched by her.
In my weakness, I fell under her spell
to pathetic ruin.
It's only by the grace of God
I stand here today.
I didn't seek your love.
Because I could not pay your fee.
I loved another.
In other words...
...you cast your spell over all
who cross your path.
You compel sacred love to garner riches.
What is this if not witchcraft?
Ever give yourself to a man
who couldn't pay?
I gave my heart where
riches were no use.
I did what was needed to live.
Did you give yourself
to a man who could not pay?
What other profession do you allow me?
How shall I survive if I cannot marry?
Answer!
Why, when you are determined to damn me?
Look at her.
Feel her wrath...
She, who lures the noble fathers
of Venice from their wives...
...their children...
...their ability to lead the republic!
It is she and her kind who turned
God's hands against us, Your Grace.
Your Grace...
...we must do our duty.
Veronica Franco, you hover at the brink
of extermination and hell.
You will return tomorrow to hear God's
merciful judgment and, I hope...
...to repent before that judgment
takes its course.
Remove the prisoner.
You must save yourself.
How?
Confess whatever foolishness
they put before you...
That I'm a witch?
What does it matter what you say?
I would be saying it.
There is no honor with fools like these.
God will forgive you.
If I give them my lie,
I give them my soul.
I'll lose everything I ever was.
My love, my words, my heart.
But you would live.
As someone else.
I've let you go too many times.
I can't do it again.
There is no choice.
I'll never see you again.
Veronica Franco, you have been
denounced a sorceress.
Either confess and plead mercy,
or stand to receive my judgment.
I will confess, Your Grace.
That will please God.
Proceed.
I confess...
...as a girl I loved a man who would not
marry me for want of a dowry.
I confess I had a mother
who taught me a different way of life.
One I resisted at first
but learned to embrace.
I confess I became a courtesan.
Traded yearning for power, welcomed many
rather than be owned by one.
She does not speak to the charge.
I confess I embraced a whore's freedom
over a wife's obedience.
This is not repentance.
What am I to do?
I must confess my evil.
These are my sins.
Your Grace, her mortal sins
are not at issue.
She must repent witchcraft.
Perhaps she heads in that direction.
You have been warned.
The Church cannot deny her right to seek
God's mercy. Confession is sacrosanct.
Don't instruct me on the Church's laws!
Then I call upon the doge to demand
that the Inquisition abide by them.
If Christian mercy is gone, then
at least Venetian justice still exists.
I pray Your Grace has heard
enough of this.
It does seem odd that the Holy Mother
Church would deny a sinner confession.
I see no harm in hearing her.
She will save or damn herself.
The prisoner has already damned herself.
But if it pleases the
esteemed doge of Venice...
...she may continue her heresy.
I confess I find more ecstasy
in passion than in prayer.
I confess...
I confess I pray still...
...to feel the touch
of my lover's lips...
...his hands upon me...
...his arms enfolding me.
Veronica, stop!
Save yourself, please.
Such surrender has been mine.
I confess I hunger still
to be filled and inflamed.
To melt into the dream of us...
...beyond this troubled place...
...to where we are not even ourselves.
To know that always...
...always this is mine.
Your Grace...
...is this necessary?
She hopes to bewitch us all.
If this had not been mine,
if I had lived another way...
...a child to a husband's whim...
...my soul hardened from lack of touch
and lack of love...
...I confess such endless days
and nights...
...would be punishment greater
than any you could mete out.
Finished?
No, Your Grace.
You, all of you...
...who hunger for what I give but cannot
bear to see such power in a woman...
...you call God's greatest gift...
...ourselves...
...our yearning, our need to love,
you call it filth...
...and sin and heresy...
Enough. One last time before you are
condemned: Do you repent or not?
I repent there was no other way
open to me. I do not repent my life.
Then the Holy Inquisition has heard the
evidence against you and is satisfied.
In the name of the pope...
There is more to be heard.
I demand the same rights of confession!
You're not on trial!
We're still on consecrated ground.
I confess I am her accomplice.
If she is a witch, damn me. I do not
repent. I will not live without her.
This is a cynical trick.
He does this to save her.
She's a witch!
Proven and convicted,
the devil in our midst...
...and I am her accomplice!
Condemn her if you will...
...but arrest me too. Arrest a senator
of Venice for witchcraft.
I'll not shrink
from judging the mighty.
I welcome it. I wait for the shackles.
He speaks with his heart,
not his head.
He's blinded by his own lust.
If she's a witch,
so is every woman in Venice!
Silence!
We are a strange city,
Your Holiness.
Perhaps accursed.
And perhaps we live
in a peculiar state of grace.
I am not alone...
...in loving this woman...
...though I love her far, far more
than they.
...were many...
...and proud.
If we do not speak now...
...if Venice...
...does not stand up now and acknowledge
who she is, then we are all damned...
...not before this court...
...before eternity.
If what he says is true...
...then you must speak the names
of your accomplices.
Your Grace...
...the men who loved her
were under her spell.
They had no volition.
Shall we punish
even the victims of her evil?
If the soul of the city is corrupt...
...and you help me root it out,
I will spare your life.
I had no accomplices, Your Grace.
Stand.
Stand!
Stand...
...all you who defiled
your sacred marriage beds...
...and declare your sin.
Stand up...
...with me...
...as we stood against
our enemies at sea!
There.
You see, Your Grace...
...there are no accomplices.
He does this to rescue her
from your justice.
Then I stand alone for Venice
and for this woman.
His trial will commence tomorrow.
Minister.
Do you wish to speak?
I repeat, do you have something
to say to this court?
I am standing.
Your Grace.
Perhaps there's another
who'd like to stand?
Perhaps we've been hasty, Your Grace.
What are you doing?
Witchcraft may be too harsh a charge.
Is everything...
...I heard about this city true?
Surely the Holy Inquisition need not
sully its hands with a common whore.
This is a matter for the state,
don't you think?
I leave this woman to Venice...
...which richly deserves her.