My name is Don Juan DeMarco...
...son of the great swordsman Antonio Garibaldi DeMarco...
...tragically killed defending the honor of my mother...
the beautiful Dona Ines Santiago y San Martine.
I am the world's greatest lover.
I have made love to over a thousand women.
I was 21 last Tuesday.
-Good evening, sir. -Good evening, Nicholas.
No woman has ever left my arms unsatisfied.
Only one has rejected me...
and as fortune would have it...
she's the only one who has ever mattered.
This is why...
at 21...
I have determined to end my life.
But first...
one final conquest.
May I?
Actually...
I'm expecting a friend. He should be here soon.
I will not linger.
I am Don Juan.
That's very funny.
ls there a costume party at the hotel?
No, I am Don Juan...
directly descended from the noble Spanish family.
And you seduce women.
No, I never take advantage of a woman.
I give women pleasure...
if they desire it.
It is of coursethe greatest pleasure they will ever experience.
There are some women...
fine-featured...
a certain...
texture to the hair,
a curve to the ears, that ....
that sweeps like the turn of a shell.
these women...
have fingers...
with the same sensitivities as their legs.
The fingertips have the same feelings as their feet.
When you touch their knuckles,
it is like passing your hands along their knees...
and this...
tender, fleshy part of their finger...
is the same as brushing your hands around their thighs...
and...
finally...
Every woman is a mystery to be solved...
but a woman hides nothing from a true lover.
Her skin color can tell us how to proceed.
A hue like the blush of a rose, pink and pale...
and she must be coaxed to open her petals...
with a warmth like the sun.
The pale and dappled skin
of the redhead calls for the lust of a wave...
crashing to shore...
so we may stir up what lies beneath...
and bring the foamy delight of love to the surface.
Although there is...
no metaphor truly describes making love to a woman,
the closest is playing a rare musical instrument.
I wonder:
Does a Stradivarius violin feel...
the same rapture as enraptured as the violinist...
when he coaxes a single, perfect note from its heart?
Muchas gracias, senorita.
Every true lover knows that the moment of greatest satisfaction...
comes when ecstasy is long over...
and he beholds before him...
the flowers which has blossomed beneath his touch.
Sorry I'm late, it was unavoidable.
Hope you went ahead without me.
Oh well.
Now I must die.
THE BEACHES OF CANARY ISLANDS
Unmask the Mysteries.
-Hey. -Evening, Jack.
How you doing, man?
You're putting on a little weight here.
You know..., you and me been going to the same bakery.
Sorry to do this to you, Jack.
but this is a job, that only Super-shrink can handle.
He's a jumper to be reckoned with, I'm telling you.
What's the costume?
He's Don Juan.
"He wishes to end his life...
gloriously". He wants us...
to send our finest swordsman...
to do battle with him, preferably...
"Don Francisco de Silva".
Did he actually say this?
I was up there.
How do you get in this?
Over here.
You sure this is how Freud started?
What do I know? I'm just a dumb cop.
You're the shrink.
Where is Don Francisco de Silva?
I will fight none other.
Where is he?
Don Francisco de Silva...
Left for Mallorca...
on this weekend but I am his uncle...
Don Octavio de Flores.
This will not do. I must die at the hands of Don Francisco.
I am Don Juan DeMarco.
You are the Don Juan?
This is correct.
Why, with so many successes,
does the great Don Juan wish to end his life?
Because there is nothing left to live for.
Do you mean to say there is nothing at all?
Not when...
my Dona Ana is everything.
Her name is Dona Ana.
Now you understand why I must die.
I ask only that it be at the hands of Don Francisco...
so it may be said I died in glory from a worthy opponent.
Don Juan, this young woman...
Dona Ana, must be very special.
I would like so much to hear about her.
Have you never met a woman who inspires you to love...
until your every sense is filled with her?
You inhale her...
you taste her...
you see your unborn children in her eyes...
and you know that your heart has at last found a home.
Your life begins with her...
and without her it must surely end.
I have no doubt losing a love like this...
can be very painful, ....
but why lose hope along with life?
Why lose everything?
You must not forget, my friend...
that the power of your love...
the power of the love of Don Juan is eternal...
and will not be denied.
I apologize...
for this unmanly display, Don Octavio.
Please.
I accept.
Bravo.
Good Morning, Doc!
White male, age 21, brought in on a ten-day paper...
after suicidal gesture...
apparently precipitated by a...
break-up of a relationship.
And the patient...
indicates no previous history of suicides,
no record of prior hospitalization.
There's no record of anything, school, jail...
mother, father, parents, nothing.
And this kid is...
"bizzako"...
and is...
severely delusional....
and believes he's somebody else.
Anybody we know?
Name is Don Juan.
-I'm working nights again.
All right, okay.
I'm not kidding.
Let's settle down and...
I'm always the bad boy.
Who wants him?
I do.
-Wait. -Don't be exasperated.
Wait a minute.
Are you not retiring?
Of course I'm retiring, but I think it make a hell of a swan song.
This sound like a long term case to me, the way you described it.
I'm ganna give it to Bill. Do you have the time?
Wait. Hold on one second.
No offense. I'd like to discuss this in some detail.
Can you talk about it later?
-Is that alright? -I look forward to it.
I want this kid.
Be reasonable. Jack...
You're leaving in ten days.
So is the kid.
A delusional patient does not get cured in a week and a half.
The instant his 10-day paper expires, he'll be committed...
Then we'll have to transfer him to Bill anyway.
If this was a year ago...
and I said I'd get this kid out of here in 10 days, there'd be no doubt.
That's probably true.
So that's not the real reason you're giving him to Bill.
You've been doing it by the numbers for months now. You know it.
You're burnt out.
That's why you asked for early retirement.
You don't need more time to travel with Marilyn.
Don't make my life harder for me than it has to be.
How long have I known you? For 25 years we've been going around like this?
Yes, and during that time you're the best damn clinician this place has seen.
The best, everybody knows that. But now it's time...
You know, it's time to get away. Where are you going?
The pyramids? Oh, it's wonderful. All that sand...
that sky, those vistas, you'll have a wonderful time.
I wish you could see your face.
I'm giving him to Bill.
This kid is gonna do
a flamenco number on Bill's head until it looks like a tortilla...
and it's gonna be on your watch.
Would you...
Would you like to talk about why you attempted to kill yourself?
You want Don Juan DeMarco, the world's greatest lover...
to talk to you?
What do you know of great love?
Have you ever loved a woman...
until milk leaked from her
as though she had just given birth to love itself...
and now must feed it or burst?
Have you ever tasted a woman...
until she believed that she could be satisfied...
only by consuming the tongue that had devoured her?
Have you ever loved a woman so completely...
that the sound of your voice in her ear...
could cause her body to shudder
and explode with such intense pleasure...
that only weeping could bring her full release?
Where is Don Octavio De Flores?
Who? Who?
My host at this villa.
Villa?
Si, villa.
Where is Don Octavio?
You mean Dr. Mickler?
Who?
Why do you think that Dr. Mickler is...
Don Octavio de Flores?
Why do you think Don Octavio de Flores is Dr. Mickler?
Hello there, Willy.
How are you?
-Don Octavio de Flores?
-I just said... -You told him that you were Don Octavio de Flores?
Oh, Jesus.
You told a delusional patient...
you were a 17th century Spanish nobleman.
The idea was to get him in the bucket, right?
Well, he's all yours, Don.
Wait a minute, did you tell Paul?
You bet i did.
And what did he say?
His exact words were,
"Jack broke it, let him fix it".
This is very kind of you to show me the way.
Yeah, come on in.
Dr. Mickler.....
Dr. Mickler...., I've brought...
Mr. Juan here for his appointment.
Thank you, Gloria.
I can return at the end of the hour and see him back.
-No, it's okay, I'll do it. -It's really no trouble.
I'll be passing by this door in exactly one hour.
-Gloria. Thank you. -I have a break coming up.
-Thanks a lot. -No problem.
What are you doing to these girls?
Gosh almighty.
Your people took my mask, Don Octavio.
They had no right to do that.
I never remove my mask in public.
Do you understand the consequences of this?
Not fully, but...
Well, I will be cursed.
I can certainly understand how that could be upsetting.
Think how you would feel...
if you were made to take off this mask that you are wearing.
Our masks really get us in Dutch, don't they?
How long you been wearing yours?
Since I was 16.
I placed the mask on my face
and vowed never to remove it, on the day I left my mother,
the dark beauty, Dona Ines.
I have some pills here. I'd like you
and I'd like you to take them, l think they'll help.
Pills to stop delusions?
Then I am afraid we must take these pills together...
because...
you are severely deluded.
What delusions have I got?
This fantasy that you are some...
Dr. Mickler.
I'm very disappointed in you, Don Octavio.
Very disappointed.
Here's the drill.
They can make you take the medication. That's State law.
You're on what they call a 10-day paper.
For those 10 days they can do...
-whatever they think is appropriate. -I am not deluded.
I am Don Juan.
If you will not medicate me for these 10 days, I'll prove it to you.
Alright. What if I don't believe you're Don Juan?
Then I will take your medication...
and you may commit me for as long as you like.
Do we have an agreement?
Do I have these 10 days to tell you my story?
Very well.
I was born in Mexico.
It became evident from a very early age...
that there was something different about me.
I, myself...
slowly began to realize that my play
was not like that of the other boys.
By the time I was 10, the attraction that females had for me
was becoming of some concern to my mother.
She presented me to God...
and asked the Lord to save me before it was too late.
Apparently...
it was too late.
The lessons I learned in church were not without value, however.
By the time I was 12,
I understood the obligation the Lord spoke of
to share one's blessings with those less fortunate.
Vayanse ya de aqui!
Se acabo lo bueno!
One night...
I watched Dona Querida at the window in her slip.
and noticed,for the first time how a woman's underclothing...
barely touches her skin...
how it rides on a cushion of air as she moves...
how the silk floats about her body, brushing her flesh...
like an angel's wings...
and I understood how a woman must be touched.
Are you Italian,
Mexican or Spanish?
That is all you have to say? What is my nationality?
No. Your name is DeMarco. That's Italian.
You were brought up in Mexico and whwn you speak English,
you speak it with a Castilian accent.
My accent has been colored by my many travels.
Very well, I will answer your question. I was raised in Mexico.
My father was born in Queens.
His name was Tony DeMarco. He was Italian. The Dance King of Astoria.
Excuse me.
Your father was a dance king...
here in New York City, in Astoria?
Si
My father had come to Mexico to work for a pharmaceutical company.
He had just gotten off the bus and was walking...
to a nearby hacienda to inquire about renting a room...
when he first saw my mother.
Both her parents were killed by a sickness.
My mother was younger and stronger.
and survived. She took over their plantation.
Sitting in the sunlight on the veranda...
the bright rays lighting her hair, she was a vision so beautiful...
that, at first, my father could not believe his eyes.
It was love at first sight.
They held each other in the moonlight, kissing and touching
dancing until morning.
I thought you said that your mother was standing in the sunlight.
That's my father's story. My mother says it was at night.
They were married the next week.
My father took the name Don Antonio...
and became "el patron", running the coffee plantation.
Their love was like a perfect prayer.
Even God could not deny it.
I was born exactly nine months later.
So I said to him ''Let me just see if I understand this".
''You have been exploring our car for six days now...
"and you still have absolutely no idea what's wrong with it..."
''why the radiator keeps running out of fluid?"
''So this means we get the car back..."
''just as broken as when we brought it in..."
"Except now you want us to pay you $430 for the time it took you..."
"not to figure out what's wrong"
Know what he said to me?
"We can keep looking if you want, Mrs. Mickler...
...but it's $65 an hour".
Well, I don't know, pay the guy.
Pay it?
Where were you just now?
Down in Mexico.
-Jack, I was looking for you. -A little springtime.
-Excuse me, Nurse. -You're giving me tulips?
-Grace, I'm sorry. -Thank you.
-Jack, why are you giving me tulips? -l want to talk to you about the kid.
-What's the occasion for tulips? -Listen, the hell of it.
This kid is fantastico.
I'm glad he's meeting your expectations.
-Jack, there's something I want to discuss. -I know you do.
-Let me tell you what he did this morning. -Please, wait! Jack!
When do you intend to start Don Juan on medication?
He's been here 2 days.
You do intend to give him medication?
Well, I don't know.
Wait. He's a delusional patient.
Meds?
If I give him medication...
I'll never get into this world...
that he's in and it's a wonderful world.
-No meds. -Ok.
-Temporarily. -Thank you.
-If you do one thing for me. -What's that?
Well, right now...
Don Juan is having a distracting influence on the female staff up in his unit..
I mean, officially, in his hacienda...
there are more nurses on Valium than patients.
-Right. -Could you do something about that?
I took care of it, my dear man. Don't worry about it.
Hey, man, it's time for your shrink.
-Who are you? -I'm your new nurse, Mr. Compton...
but you can call me "Rocco", Casanova.
I am not Casanova.
I am Don Juan.
Yeah, right. Come on, man.
Come in.
Doc, Don Juan.
Hi, Rocco.
Thank you.
Well, got a real treat for you today.
Here are her nipples...
and here's her pubis.
Her lover is kissing the contours of her bottom...
just where it folds onto her upper thighs.
Why don't we move on to something else?
What do you have in mind, Don Octavio?
Why don't we talk about...
who I am?
Yes, i know who you are.
Who am I?
You're Don Octavio de Flores the uncle of Don Francisco de Silva.
And where are we, here?
I haven't seen a deed, but assume the villa is yours.
What would you say to someone
that said to you this is a psychiatric hospital and that
you're a patient here
and that I am your psychiatrist?
I would say that he has a rather limited, uncreative way of looking
at the situation.
You want to know if I understand that this is a mental hospital.
Yes, i understand that.
But then how can I say that you are Don Octavio...
and I am a guest at your villa, correct?
By seeing beyond what is visible to the eye.
Now, there are those, of course, who do not share my perceptions, it's true.
When I say that all my women are..
dazzling beauties, they object.
The nose of this one is too large...
The hips of another, are too wide, perhaps the breasts...
of a third, they are too small.
But I see these women for how they truly are:
Glorious...
radiant, spectacular...
and perfect because I am not limited by my eyesight.
Women react to me the way that they do, Don Octavio...
because they sense that I search out the beauty that dwells within them
until it overwhelms everything else.
And then, they cannot avoid their desire...
to release that beauty and envelop me in it.
To answer your question...
I see as clear as day that this...
that this great edifice in which we find ourselves...
is your villa, it is your home...
and as far for you, Don Octavio de Flores,
you are a great lover like myself...
even though you may have lost your way...
and your accent.
Shall I continue?
Very well.
Back to Mexico.
My mother, God bless her,
does not give up easily.
When i was 16,
she made one last attempt to instill Christian values in me...
by finding me a tutor.
My mother's judgement left something to be desired.
Dona Julia was 23 and married,
the faithful and devoted wife of Don Alfonso...
a man of 50.
It was no secret that Dona Julia, would have been much better served by...
two men of 25.
"Glorify God in your body and your spirit...
which are God's"
My feelings consumed me day and night.
I felt within me...
a torment...
a burning wound... a yearning...
combined with the most indescribable bliss...
but what was it?
And you had no idea what it was?
Well, I had an idea, but...
nothing definite.
My father,
understanding that manhood was nearly upon me,
began to teach me how to use my sword.
So a lot of sword fighting went on when you were growing up?
It was a small and isolated town that resisted modern technology.
Advance.
Lunge.
I notice that the smile...
on Dona Julia's face was gone.
It had been replaced by a sadness even sweeter than the smile.
I sensed that Dona Julia was having a struggle within her....
and my own situation was becoming no less difficult.
I could only think of Dona Julia.
To keep myself from going mad...
I turned into a metaphysician.
I considered the meaning of the truth...
of being...
and God.
I thought of the timetable for the sun's demise...
and then I thought of Dona Julia's eyes.
I never will consent.
But somehow, she consented.
She did.
Then suddenly i was hit with a revelation:
The way a woman's body is made,
the way a man's body responds to it,
the fire burning in my loins,
the intense desire to merge as one...
it all came together...
in one brilliant flash.
There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio.
What is sacred?
Of what is the spirit made?
What is worth living for?
And what is worth dying for?
The answer to each is the same.
Only love.
Dona Julia...
was my first love.
Well,
I see our time is up.
The mask?
Obsessive compulsive disorder...
with eroto-manic features.
Confirm...
delusional disorder.
Confirm depression with...
obsessional features.
Possible hysterical personality.
I take it you want to go upstairs.
What gave you that idea?
Why are you listening to opera?
You hate opera.
You have very...
very beautiful eyes.
Come here.
You know, I have to go upstairs and...
take my calcium so my bones don't break into little pieces...
my aspirin, so my heart doesn't clog up...
my Metamucil, so I don't get colon cancer...
and, of course, my estrogen to convince my body...
that I'm still 23.
Come here.
What the hell are you doing in there?
Rain check?
No, no.
I was thinking about our adolescence.
There isn't any
transitional battleground left for us anymore.
I just feel as thought we've surrendered our lives to
the momentum of mediocrity.
What happened to all the celestial fire...
that used to light our way?
Oh, Jack, no. Listen, honey.
You know all those fires are a lot of trouble.
They caused a lot of trouble, are hard to control, they flare up
they burn a lot of energy...
and then they suddenly die.
I want to tell you something. That's bullshit because...
No, it's not bullshit.
A good, steady, warm, glow...
you know, that does the trick over the long run.
No fire...
No heat.
No heat, No life.
-That's the equation. -No, no Jack.
May I assume that...
the upshot of all this is that you will not be easing gracefully into retirement?
Goddamn right, baby. What am I going to retire from?
Life?
Listen. We haven't started yet.
This is a 1 2-rounder, and this is the third round...
and you and I are going to go out of here like Halley's comet.
Listen to me. What is going on?
You've been funny lately.
I don't know.
Come on, you gotta me, Jack.
It's no secret. I don't know.
I've been feeling...
I've been treating this kid lately.
He thinks he's Don Juan and he's got a costume.
He's got a sword and a mask and...
And so who is he really?
I don't know.
But he's...
he's getting to me.
Goddamn. you're a great broad, really.
I know.
This is going to be a good one.
-Oh, Jesus, not there, honey. -Wait, I'm sorry.
Damn, What is that? Your hair comb?
-I'm on my hair clasp. It's got teeth ! -I don't want to be injured here.
At every instant we fell into each other's arms.
Time stopped for those four months.
There was neither day or night, just my love and hers.
As for Don Alfonso...
he spent so much time away handling the details of his trading business,
that I was practically able to live in Dona Julia's house.
I truly believed I had found everlasting paradise...
until one night...
Dona Julia...
my sweet bird!
Where is he?
-Where have you hidden him? -For God sakes, Don Alfonso...
What sort of drunken fit has seized you?
How dare you suspect me! Me, who the thought
of infidelity would surely kill.
Yes, search...
and search and search. Heap insult on insult.
You ungrateful, purgerous, barbarous man.
Are you quite satisfied now?
I will kill this man.
My sword.
Where is my sword?
He's going to kill me.
Quick. Go out the garden gate.
I will kill you!
It was the last I was ever to see of my tutor...
the lovely Dona Julia.
In great remorse, she left that night and was never to be heard of again.
Don Alfonso was humiliated
that he had been cuckolded by a 16-year old boy...
so to retaliate, he announced publicly...
that he and my mother had been having an affair for many years.
It was, of course, a bold-faced and terrible lie.
My father was quick to defend my mother's virtue.
I have no doubt...
my father would've prevailed...
were it not for one fatal mistake.
He looked up at my mother's eyes...
and it was too late.
Antonio...
No, Juan!
I will lose them both!
You have killed my father.
Now you must kill me.
Forgive me, father.
Of course i forgive you.
You are my son.
And so it was that my father...
the great swordsman Don Antonio...
died in my mother's arms...
as our tears fell upon him.
That evening, to hide my shame forever,
I placed a mask upon my face...
and vowed never to remove it in the presence of another.
My father left me too soon. Don Octavio.
I never had the chance...
Oh, great.
-Are you Dr. Mickler? -That's right.
Sign here.
Would you just hold that for a sec?
Hello, dear.
So, Jack,
what's the occasion?
Excuse me, madam.
You're the occasion.
No, really. Are you sure...
there's no...
Beautiful.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Buenos dias, El capitan.
Where's Rocco?
He has moved to Madrid.
-Madrid? -Si.
-Spain? -Si
Then he feels so guilty, he feels so overcome with shame...
that he puts on this mask...
and he vows never...
to take his mask off again as long as he lives.
Now, is that a perfect myth or not?
It's wonderful. It's a wonderful story.
You know, Jack, this kid is remarkable. You're right.
It's like a Greek myth.
It's exactly like a Greek myth.
The son becomes potent...
sexually active...
Leads to the destruction of his father, who he replaces. As, of course, he must...
He must some day, to become a man but the guilt...
of replacing the man who loves him and gave him life is too great.
It's enormous. So he must hide it by wearing a mask.
It's time to put the kid on meds, Jack.
You want to drive this kid nuts?
Fill him full of...
anti-psychotic chemicals...
and in 48 hours you'll have a nut case
you are not ever going to forget for the rest of your life.
Jack, he is a schizophrenic. He is not Don Juan.
How do you know he's not Don Juan?
I've been with the kid. I know.
Has he ever told you, Jack, in any of his sessions...
that he's been living with his grandmother
in Queens? Has he ever told you?
-I haven't... -Has he mentioned it?
....any details like that.
I got a call about an hour ago from the department.
Now, please, Jack...
put the boy on medication.
-Paul, you don't understand... -Jack!
Please!
Take it easy. He is your patient.
You got five days.
I am pissed off at you.
And don't forget we're barbecuing Saturday.
Really pissed off.
Mrs. DeMarco?
Yes. This is Dr. Mickler. Remember? We spoke on the phone
about your grandson. I want to have a...
Dona Ana. she's all he talks about.
He waits for the mailman every day like he's delivering cannoli.
The boy's convinced he's found his one true love.
He's worse than his father,
Tony
Tony,
the Dance King of Astoria.
This is his father?
He won a prize for dancing?
You never heard of him?
Did his father sell pharmaceuticals?
Tony couldn't sell a boat to a drowning man.
He worked for a dry cleaning concern.
He did drapes and sofas.
Is his father still alive?
Didn't Johnny tell you anything?
Tony died...
in a terrible car crash.
It was five years ago.
In Mexico.
In Phoenix.
They never lived in Mexico?
Never.
-Where is his mother? -I couldn't tell you.
We were never what you might call close.
Mrs. DeMarco, How often did you see your grandson...
when he was growing up?
Only once.
Johnny was six.
Do you mean that that's the only time...
you saw Johnny in your entire life?
Until three months ago.
I open the door...
and there was Zorro.
Chelsea Stoker.
I just seen your grandmother and she's got the bizarre impression
that your name is John Arnold DeMarco...
that you grew up in Phoenix, Arizona...
and that your father died in a car crash.
Interesting fantasy.
But I suppose if it makes her happy...
it is harmless enough.
She told me your father worked in....
a dry cleaning establishment.
You want me to tell you some story like my grandmother's so you will think I am sane.
If that is what it takes to get out of this place. I will be happy to do it.
But there is a rumor that you are supposed to be a psychiatrist.
I've heard that rumor, too.
Can you not tell when you meet a woman who's completely insane?
Are you saying that your grandmother made this all up?
In so many words, yes.
She hated my mother.
It's not unusual because my grandmother hated everybody.
So we stayed as far away from her as possible.
-In Phoenix, Arizona. -In Mexico.
You mean you never lived in Phoenix, Arizona?
No, I never lived in Phoenix, Arizona.
What about your father's death?
I have told you how my father died, Don Octavio.
Her name is Chel-- I'm not going to take it away.
I just want to point out her name is Chelsea Stoker.
They never use their real names.
She is really my Dona Ana.
She is trying to teach me a lesson.
You know, I...
I once treated a young man, about your age...
and he fell in love oddly enough, with a girl on a poster.
He was very insecure about women...
And..
and he tried to contact her.
He must have called...
the magazine 100 times...
till finally somebody at the magazine...
took pity on him and gave him her number.
So he called her.
They had a one-minute conversation and she let him know...
she never wanted to speak to him again.
And then what happened?
He tried to kill himself is what happened.
Dona Ana is real, Don Octavio.
Want to hear about her?
I suppose so.
Shortly after the death of my father...
my mother decided that it would be the best to send me to Cadiz...
as though a voyage at sea would purify me.
She herself had determined to take her vows...
at the convent of Santa Maria, where she is a nun to this day.
I was being sent forth...
Like a dove of promise.
Of course, what my mother never knew was that the ship...
was run by scoundrels.
Instead of Cadiz...
they set sail...
for an obscure Arabian Sultanate,
where the passengers were immediately sold into slavery.
You were sold into slavery in a...
-sultan's kingdom? -That's correct.
I was purchased...
by one of four wives of a sultan
and led off by her eunuch.
I had no idea why I was made to dress as a female.
my mask had been replaced by a mask of another sort...
and so I supposed I was keeping the vow I made to hide my face.
The Sultan had a harem...
of fifteen hundred young women...
so the demands he placed on his wives were relatively minor.
I was presented to the Sultana.
I still did not understand why l was required to be in drag.
You may rise.
And you my go.
You may stay.
Slowly...
I began to develop a theory...
why I was brought to the Sultana...
But, i still loved Dona Julia.
I am sorry.
I love another.
Undress!
Kill me if you must.
I am prepared to die, for I cannot go on living...
knowing that I defiled the memory of the woman...
who brought my manhood alive and made it sing.
It sings?
I was prepared to lose my life...
rather than debase my love.
How could I be unfaithful to my dear Dona Julia...
who had nearly given up her life to love me?
How could I sleep with another woman...
after giving myself, body and soul...
to sweet Dona Julia?
How could I forsake the purity of love...
I had with my flower,
Dona Julia?
Actually, I was surprised at how easy the past can be overcome.
You know, my friend, until this afternoon I have always believed that a man
could love only one woman.
I've been badly misled. It's absolutely incredible...
to me just a few hours ago Dona Julia was the only woman who existed...
and now...
there is the magnificent SuItana Gulbeyaz.
-What a glorious body, breast...
Will you please shut up?
Suddenly...
I was truck by the danger of my situation.
I prayed they'd found a place to hide me...
where I wouldn't be discovered by the suItan.
As fortune would have it...
their solution was a brilliant one.
It was God's canvas...
in all its natural beauty.
For the next 2 years...
my days were spent with the Sultana
And yours nights?
My nights were spent with the 1500 young women of the Sultan's harem.
Come.
Come to me, my little cockatoo.
At the end of 2 years, I noticed...
I didn't have the same enthusiasm as before.
This could be a problem.
You may rise, my little dove.
Oh, well...
all good things must come to an end.
Gulbeyaz,
sensing the danger to us both,
arranged for me to depart within the hour.
I had learned to love in 1000 ways,
each one is a lesson in the soul of a woman.
I knew i would miss every one of them.
They'd stolen my spirit...
and infused me with joy, like a May day breaking.
I would...
I would like to hear this in complete detail...
but there's something that i must do now...
so I wonder if we could continue this tomorrow.
Of course.
Thank you.
Hasta manana.
You're home early.
How would you feel about coming upstairs?
Ok. Go!
Ok. Wait a sec.
Over here now.
What happened?
-You're no good at all. -I am too good. I've got 3. Look.
-I got three. -Well...
-When is my turn? -I got five.
I know. You're better than me.
-Did you get it? -Yes!
Last but not least, the moment we've all been waiting for....
Don Juan DeMarco.
In respect to that, I want to say that...
I've got a meeting with the kid...
later on today and I think it might very well be the definitive meeting.
Jack, this isn't a treatment conference.
This is a disposition conference.
We have to know what to do with this kid on Monday when his 10-day paper expires.
Do we ask the judge to commit him?
Do we let him go?
What?
I won't know until I have the meeting with the kid.
He's a suicidal patient.
He's not suicidal.
It was a call for help.
You're not suggesting that we let him go, are you?
-No, I'm not suggesting that. -Alright.
First thing Monday we have to get the judge over here for a hearing.
Also on Monday we'll have to transfer him to another therapist
because that's your last day, Jack.
Bill? You think you're up to it?
If he's on medication, I could.
He'll be on medication.
Alright. I'll give him...
l don't know., A hundred milligrams of Mellzac, Q.I.D
And Bill can begin to decrease it
once his anxiety lessens about being attacked...
-by his patients. -Could you tell him to stop?
And if he refuses?
Do we restrain him and give it by injection?
I'll get him to take the medication, for Christ's sake.
What's the big concern here?
He hasn't been assaultive. Anyway, I've got to go.
No, no. There's one other piece of business.
Okay, we're ready.
For he's A jolly good fellow...
Which nobody can deny!
"Today is the first day of the rest of your life".
Come in.
I am Dona Ines,
the mother of Don Juan DeMarco..
May I come in, Don Octavio?
Ah, Please.
I came as soon as the archdiocese de Mexico City
told me that my son had called them.
What exactly is wrong with him?
I'm very grateful, Sister, that you've come...
at this strange moment in time...
because there is so much crucial information
that I need in order to help your son.
How can I be of help?
For instance, is it a fact that your son grew up...
with you and your husband in Mexico in a small town?
San Luis Coatzalcoalcos.
It's not very far from "Izucar de Matamoros".. Have you heard of it?
Well, not many have. It's very small
You know, In order to help your son I have to have some information.
I need to know about Don Alfonso,
about his father, Don Antonio,
and about your relationship with both of them.
I think it would be best if you would discuss these matters directly with my son.
My vows to God do not allow me to talk...
about certain aspects of my past.
I don't think, Sister...
I'm making myself clear.
I've been to see
your son's grandmother.
and she tells me that neither you nor your son...
have ever lived in Mexico.
She said that you met Tony
in Queens, New York,
and until recently
she said she only saw her grandson once in her life,
when she was in Phoenix, Arizona.
She also said that 5 years ago...
that your husband died in a car crash.
Now, in addition...
I'm sorry,
but you must understand, Sister, that i need to know the truth.
The truth is inside you, Don Octavio.
I cannot help you find that.
Isn't she exactly as I described her, Don Octavio?
Yeah.
Exactly.
Dona Julia has become a nun at the same convent.
So it seems.
I told my mother could go back today, but I'll miss her.
She really has a way of putting me in touch with what's real.
Why are you so certain...
that your mother was not having an affair with Don Alfonso?
My mother was not having an affair.
Well, I think you can understand how the thought might have occurred to me,
when you told me how your father died.
It's never been clear to me what...
what your mother meant when she cried out: "I'll lose both of them!"
Did she mean both her husband and her son?...
Or both of her lovers?
My mother...
was not having an affair.
Do you understand why it's necessary...
Stop!
You don't think I know what's going on with you, Don Octavio? but I do. You need me...
for a transfusion because your own blood has become dust
and clogged your heart.
Your need for reality...
Your need for a world where love is flawed...
will continue to choke your veins until all the life is gone.
My perfect world is no less real than yours, Don Octavio.
It is only in my world
that you can breathe.
Isn't it?
Yeah
You're right. My...
world is...
not perfect.
What is this thing that happens with age?
Why does everyone want to pervert love
and suck it bone-dry of all its glory?
Why do you bother to call it love anymore?
This will be our...
last session.
I'm retiring on Monday.
Then I'll tell you about Dona Ana.
and you will decide if I should be set free.
On the second day,
after i left the Sultana,
our ship was caught in a typhoon.
I alone survived.
After days drifting at sea,
I found myself on the island of Eros.
She was 17...
and Nature's bride,
fresh and fair,
and unacquainted with the miracle of physical love.
Her beauty was not made of shapes and forms,
but shined from within, like a star.
There are those who do not believe that a single soul...
born in heaven...
can split into twin spirits and shoot,
like falling stars to earth,
where over oceans and continents
their magnetic forces will finally
unite them back into one.
But how else to explain love at first sight?
We were convinced
that there was no other life beneath the sky but ours.
We believed...
that we would never die.
You must promise me
that we'll be together for all time,
that we'll live here on this beach...
always...
and that should circumstance ever separate us,
it is here we will come...
to wait all eternity...
for the other to return.
I love you.
Promise me.
I promise.
One day,
I asked her to be mine.
I love you too much,
but i cannot love you any less.
It's of no great consequence, but...
will you be wearing your mask throughout our lives together?
I have sworn to do so.
Then I ask only that you tell me what led you to make such a vow.
I related the sad tale of my Dona Julia...
never guessing for a moment...
that my sweet Dona Ana believed l had saved myself for her...
as she had for me.
Very well, my love.
I will accept that I am not the first... if you'll tell me,
with the same honesty,
how many others
there have been.
This would have been a very good time for me to lie, but truth...
is a terrible habit.
Including you,
there have been
exactly ...
one...
thousand five hundred and two.
I could see...
that this was a sum substantially greater...
that the one she had in mind,
and not easy for her to assimilate,
try as she might.
As her pain struck at my heart like a dagger,
I begged to be forgiven.
I removed my mask
as a gesture of remorse but my it was to no avail.
To hide her humiliation,
she took off the mask
and left me forever.
So my adventures came to an end,
and with them the chance that one day, like my father,
I would die in the arms of the woman I loved.
Who am i?
Sit down.
You...
are Don...
Juan...
DeMarco,
the greatest lover the world has ever known.
And you, my friend,...
who are you?
Who am i?
I am Don Octavio de Flores,
married to the beautiful
Dona Lucita,
the light of my life.
And you, my friend...
you have seen through all of my masks.
Here's your water, Doctor.
Thank you.
You said that you believed, Don Octavio.
I believe that you are Don Juan,
but there are a lot of people that don't.
Then I'll do as you ask,
my friend.
Vamos!
You're retiring on Monday.
So, what are we going to do?
We're going to get airborne. kid, I'll tell you that.
I'm trying to tell you something: l like it here.
-I like my garden. -We need to be a flight of eagles.
I don't see myself in that picture.
What's the matter with you? What are you talking about?
-l don't know. -l need to find out who you are.
Jack, you know who I am.
Who's brought you coffee for the last 32 years?
Listen, I know a lot about dirty coffee cups and I know a lot of facts,
but I need to know all about you.
What do you wanna know?
I want to know...
What your hopes
and your dreams are
that got lost along the way
while I was thinking about myself.
What's so funny?
Thought you'd never ask.
-Hey, Doc. -Good morning.
Do you understand why you're here, young man?
Okay, then.
I'd like for you to tell me a little about yourself, where you grew up?...
what made you want to kill yourself? how you feel now?
I was born in...
in Queens.
Me and my parents
moved to Phoenix when I was a kid.
I hated it.
When I was sixteen,
my father was killed in a...
car accident just outside of town.
My mother...
she'd been having these affairs and my father knew.
Anyway, she felt so guilty, she decided to become a nun.
So, within three weeks of my father's death,
she was in a convent somewhere in Mexico.
And there I was.
I had nowhere to go. I didn't know what to do.
So, one day, I was...
looking at this magazine,
and there was a centerfold,
And I knew she wouldn't go for me,
the way that I was, you know, so I...
I'd been reading a book,
this book,
and...
I decided to become Don Juan.
So,
I called up the magazine.
They wouldn't help me. They wouldn't give me any information, so...
So, I was about to give up and...
one day I reached this woman who worked there.
I think she was a temp,
or something....
The woman took pity on me and she gave me the girl's number.
So I called her up.
I said that we were meant to be together and...
she called me a creep and then she hung up.
I just decided that my life was over, so I...
was going to kill myself.
Or at least I was going to make people believe that I would kill myself
kill myself so I could get some attention, or something.
I never really had any intention
of killing myself.
Thank you.
This has been very helpful.
Someone will show you back to your room now.
Doctors,
this seems like a perfectly normal kid to me.
I've had a couple of...
centerfold fantasies myself... and I'm certainly not going to...
commit him to a mental institution for his.
Your Honor, I....l think his behavior...
Let him go.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
As his doctor, I concur with your views.
I've spent more time with him than you have!
I will call you later and thank God for medication.
Have a wonderful vacation.
Bill, Nurse. As head of the hospital, let me speak.
My name...
is Don Octavio de Flores.
I am the world's greatest psychiatrist.
I have cured over a thousand patients.
Their faces linger in my memory
like summer days.
But none more so than Don Juan DeMarco.
So it was not so insane that we all found ourselves...
on an airplane, flying to the island of Eros.
It was like...
the Garden before the Fall.
Everything seemed possible.
How does our fable end?
His Dona Ana,
his centerfold,...
was she...
waiting all eternity on the beach for him to return,
as they'd promised each other?
Why not?
Sadly, I must report...
that the last patient I ever treated,
the great lover,
Don Juan DeMarco,
suffered from a romanticism...
which was completely incurable.
And even worse...
highly
contagious.
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