Don Juan Demarco Page #2

I wish you could see your face.

I'm giving him to Bill.

This kid's gonna do a|flamenco number on Bill's head...

...until it looks like a tortilla...

...and it's going|to be on your watch.

Would you, hmm...

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 del Flores?

Who?

My host at this villa.

Via?

- Via?|- Villa.

Via?

Oh, villa.

S, villa.

- Villa.|- Villa.

Villa.

Where is Don Octavio?

You mean Dr. Mickler?

Who?

Why do you think that Dr. Mickler...

...is Don Octavio del Flores?

Why do you think|Don Octavio del Flores...

...is Dr. Mickler?

Well. Hello there, Willy.

How are you?

- Don Octavio del Flores.|- At your service.

You told him that you were|Don Octavio del Flores?

Oh, Jesus.

You told a delusional patient...

...that you were a 17th-century|Spanish nobleman.

The idea was to get him|in the bucket. Right?

Well. He's all yours, Don.

Wait. Wait a minute. 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.

Yeah. Come on in.

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.

No. It's really no trouble. No trouble.

I'll be passing by this door|in exactly one hour. No trouble.

- Thank you.|- I have a break coming up.|- Thanks a lot.

Thanks a lot.

What are you doing to these girls?

Gosh almighty.

Your people have taken|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.

Well, I can certainly understand|how that could be upsetting.

Well, 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, Doa Inez.

I have some pills here,|and I'd like you to take them.

- I think they'll help.|- Pills to stop delusions?

Well, 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 am 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...

...and for those 10 days...

...they can do whatever|they think is appropriate.

I am not deluded.

I am Don Juan, and if you will not|medicate me for these 10 days...

...I will prove it to you.

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?

Okay.

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 Doa 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?|You want to know my nationality?

Your name is DeMarco.|That's Italian.

You were brought up in Mexico,|and when 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?|- S.

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...

...with 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 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?

Said, "We can keep looking,|if you want, Mrs. Mickler...

"but it's $65 an hour."

Well, pay it.

Pay it?

Where were you just now?

El Mexico.

Jack, I was looking for you.

- A little springtime.|- This is for me?

Excuse me, Nurse.

- You're giving me tulips?|- Grace. I'm sorry.

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