Adventures of Don Juan Page #2

- But... But...

Diana.

My daughter. My blessed child.

Here is your future husband.

Your Grace.

My compliments, sir.

Indeed, we're both fortunate.

I thank Your Grace.

I thank you.

- Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll...

- By all means.

Oh, Your Grace.

- Well, Your Grace?

- Extremely well.

- Now that I see you for the first time, l...

- The first time?

Well, beauty such as yours

is always new.

Charming. Spoken like a Don Juan.

- Don Juan?

- Darling, let's stop pretending.

You're here at last.

- You've found me.

- So I have.

Just as you swore you would

that star-crossed night...

...when you held me in your arms.

I'll never forget it.

It was...

- It was...

- Venice.

Venice. Yes, of course.

That unforgettable night.

You and I together.

Strange music coming to us

across the water, haunting us.

It was Paris, you beast!

At the home of the Contesse de Trouville

in the garden.

You swore you'd remember my kiss

till the end of time.

That was four months ago.

Diana, darling, at last I found you.

Liar. Cheat. Imposter.

No. For a moment,

I was blinded by your beauty.

Why do you think I've risked my life

to come here posing as the duke?

Well, why? You didn't remember me.

You'd forgotten all about me, hadn't you?

Hadn't you?

Well, call the guards.

Call your father. I deserve it.

This time you won't forget me.

This time I won't let you forget me.

Is that my heart beating so?

No, but that's your father at the door.

- Open the door!

- My lady. My lady.

That man's an imposter.

The duke is here with me.

Yes, father, I'm struggling with him,

but he's so strong.

Diana, look...

You scoundrel! You shall pay

for this with your head.

Dear lady, forgive me.

You'll come back?

I'm not sure I'll leave.

- Any suggestions, Your Grace?

- Not at the moment.

Have you any suggestions?

No back stairway? No...

Imposter!

Take your hands off my daughter!

Diana, this is the duke.

- This is your future husband.

- And who are you?

Merely a fellow countryman, sir.

Come to congratulate the bride.

- Your name?

- I'm Don Juan.

- Don Juan?

- Don Juan?

- Now, we are ruined.

- Allow me.

You're a disgrace to Spain.

And as a loyal Spaniard

I shall wipe out this disgrace.

- Oh, stop being so... So Spanish.

- Seize that man.

- Oh, let me kill him.

- No! No! No!

No! No! No!

- No! No!

- Diana.

Diana, my dear, no, no, no.

Thank heaven I arrived in time

to save you.

But how I could have forgotten anyone

as lovely as Diana...

...that's what worries me.

That worries you?

Merciful heavens. At this very moment,

they may be sharpening the axes...

...or rigging their gallows,

or perhaps both.

- And you're worried about your memory.

- Oh, my dear friend, what will be will be.

A few women I know I've forgotten.

Some I...

I don't even remember well enough

to know whether I've forgotten them or not.

But Diana? And after only four months?

I must keep a diary.

Oh, I wouldn't start one now.

It would look ridiculous

just to have one entry.

Women, thy name is trouble.

There must be something in life

more important than the pursuit of women?

Yes, there must be. But what?

If you would only listen to me.

Here they are.

Don Juan de Maraa...

...you're paroled to the custody

of the Spanish ambassador.

Come.

Leporello...

...my cape.

It was with the greatest difficulty...

...I was able to secure your release

from an English jail.

But do not imagine

this affair is concluded.

Now you seem headed

for a Spanish prison.

The Duke de Crdoba has returned to Madrid

and laid his grievances before the king.

It's not only an affront

to Spanish dignity...

...it's a serious setback to me

and my work.

I was able to achieve peace

between England and Spain.

This marriage was a step

in that direction.

I thought marriage was a step

in the opposite direction.

Well, fortunately, there are those

who disagree with you.

Queen Elizabeth was interested

in this alliance.

Do you think it helps my cause

for her to see it destroyed by a Spaniard?

- Perhaps if I talk to her...

- I forbid it.

Your reputation hardly qualifies you

as a diplomat.

Yes, of course, my reputation.

Has it ever occurred to Your Excellency,

that if a man...

...any average man, makes love to a girl,

nobody thinks anything of it.

On the contrary, they all smile indulgently

and say what a nice romantic fellow he is.

But if I so much as bow to a lady

in the street...

...her relatives start reaching for daggers

and wanna carve me up.

- Do you now pretend to be innocent?

- Well, for the things I haven't done, yes.

That still leaves you

with a wide margin of guilt.

You were forced to leave St. Petersburg,

Amsterdam, Venice, Paris, Rome.

Columbus extended the world,

but for you it grows continually smaller.

Now return to Madrid to present yourself

at court for judgment.

- Not Spain...

- That's a command.

Well...

...at least I'll be buried in native soil.

Juan, your father was my friend.

For my sake

and for the sake of his memory...

...why don't you give up this wasteful,

useless life?

But, Your Excellency...

...I don't consider my life

particularly wasteful or useless.

I'm just seeking happiness,

the same as any other man.

Our viewpoints differ, that's all.

Yours seems to be higher than mine.

Possibly because you see life mostly

from a balcony.

And yet I seem to have heard

that when you were young...

We won't discuss that.

Juan, my son, you return to our country

at a perilous time.

There are those in Spain as in England

who would drive us to war.

Men like that are in every country.

But, unfortunately,

those in Spain are shrewd and powerful.

Why, even the king's minister,

the Duke de Lorca.

Well, at court,

only the queen fights for peace.

Now, you have grace and wit and daring.

If you'd use these attributes

in our cause...

Oh, Your Excellency, I'm not fitted

for a life of court intrigue.

I wouldn't know what to do.

Besides, Her Majesty's hardly likely

to seek my head.

- I'm returning in disgrace to be punished.

- As you deserve to be.

But you could be useful to us.

If one day I should call upon you,

would you?

For you, my dear friend? Anything.

I've written to Queen Margaret

urging she deal gently with you.

And, heaven forgive me,

stating faith in your reformation.

If heaven will help, I'll try,

if only to keep faith with you.

Do so. Her Majesty rewards

those who serve her.

She gave me this ring

as a seal of our friendship.

She needs friends.

Be loyal to her...

...and you'll find her as I have,

a generous and just ruler.

- Thank you, sir.

- Remember your promise.

- I will. I'll set an example for all Spain.

- Heaven forbid.

- Adios.

- Adios.

Oh, don't you think I should

make my apologies to Lady Diana?

Off with you!

What's happened here?

This is not the Madrid I once knew.

No life. No laughter.

That will all be changed

now that you're back.

Thank you.

Couldn't we get something to eat?

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