Don Juan Demarco Page #3

- Jack, why are you giving me tulips?|- I want to talk to you about the kid.

What's the occasion for the tulips?

This kid is fantastico.

I'm glad he's meeting|your expectations.

- Jack, there's something|I want to discuss with you.|- I know you do.

Let me tell you what|he did this morning.

Please, wait, wait, Jack!

When do you intend to start|Don Juan on medication?

He's been here two days.

You do intend to give him medication?

Well, I don't know.

Wait, Wait. He's a delusional patient.|Meds.

If I give him medication...

...I'm never going to get|into this world that he's in...

...and it's a wonderful world.

- Okay. No meds.|- Okay.|- Temporarily.

- Thank you.|- If you do one thing for me.

What's that?

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?

Yes, 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 Octaivo?

Why don't we talk about who I am?

- Yes. I know who you are.|- Who am I?

You're Don Octavio del Flores|the uncle of Don Francisco da Silva.

And where are we here?

Well, I haven't seen a deed, but|I assume this 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...

...and uncreative way of|looking at the situation.

Look, 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?|- Yeah.

By seeing beyond|what is visible to the eye.

Now, there are those 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,|they 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 I search out|the beauty within them...

...until it overwhelms everything else...

...and then they cannot|avoid their desire...

...to release that beauty|and envelop me in it.

So to answer your question,|I see as clear as day...

...that this great edifice|in which we find ourselves...

...is your villa.

It is your home.

And as for you,|Don Octavio del Flores...

...you are a great lover like myself...

...even though you may|have lost your way...

...and your accent.

Shall I continue?

Yeah.

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 judgment|left something to be desired.

Doa Julia was 23 and married...

...the faithful and devoted wife|of Don Alfonzo, a man of 50.

It was no secret that Doa Julia...

...would have been much better|served by two men of 25.

"Therefore glorify God in your body...

"and in 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, there was a lot of sword fighting...

...going on when you were growing up?

Well, it was a small|and isolated town...

...that resisted modern technology.

Advance. Lunge.

I noticed that the smile|on Doa Julia's face was gone...

...it had been replaced by a sadness|even sweeter than the smile.

I sensed that Doa Julia was|having a struggle within her...

...and my own situation|was becoming no less difficult.

I could only think of Doa Julia.

To keep myself from going mad...

...I turned into a metaphysician.

I considered the meaning of truth...

...of being...

...and God.

I thought of the timetable|for the sun's demise...

...and then I thought|of Doa Julia's eyes.

I never will consent.

I never will consent.

I never will cons...

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.

Doa Julia was my first love.

Well...

I see our time is up.

The mask?

Obsessive compulsive disorder...

...with erotomatic features.

Confirm delusional disorder.

Confirm depression|with obsessional features.

Possible hysterical personality.

I take it you want to go upstairs.

What gives you that idea?

Why are you listening to opera?

You hate opera.

You have very, very beautiful eyes.

Come here.

Well, you know,|I have to go upstairs and...

...I'm going to 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 you doing in there?

Rain check?

I've been thinking|about our adolescence.

There isn't any transitional|battleground left for us anymore.

I just feel as though|we surrendered our lives to...

...the momentum of mediocrity.

I mean, 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.

I mean, fires are really|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 all...

- No, it's not.|- Yes, it is.|- 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, Jack.

May I assume that|the upshot of all this is...

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