Don Juan Demarco Page #4

...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 12-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 got to tell 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...

...and he's got a sword|and a mask 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 nor night...

...just my love and hers.

As for Don Alfonzo,|he spent so much time away...

...handling the details|of his trading business...

...that I was practically able|to live in Doa Julia's house.

I truly believed I had found|everlasting paradise...

...until one night.

My sweet bird!

Where is he?|Where have you hidden him?

For God sakes, Don Alfonzo.

What sort of drunken fit has seized you?

How dare you suspect me?

Me, who the thought of|infidelity would surely kill.

Search and search and search.|Heap insult on insult...

...you ungrateful,|perjurious, barbarous man!

Are you quite satisfied now?

I will kill this man.

My sword.

Where's my sword?

He's going to kill me.

He's going to kill me.

Quick. Go out the garden gate.

I will kill you!

Don Juan!

I will kill you!

It was the last I was able|to see of my tutor...

...the lovely Doa Julia.

In great remorse,|she left that night...

...and was never|to be heard of again.

Don Alfonzo 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 bald-faced and terrible lie.

My father was quick|to defend my mother's virtue.

I have no doubt my father|would have easily prevailed...

...were it not|for one fatal mistake.

He looked up at my mother's eyes...

...and it was too late.

Oh, God! 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...

Great.

Hi. You Dr. Mickler?

- That's right.|- Sign here.

Okay. Would you just|hold that for a sec?

So...

Hello, dear.

So, Jack...|what's the occasion?

Excuse me, ma'am.

You're the occasion.

No, really, Jack.|I mean, you sure there's no...

Beautiful.

Excuse me, ma'am.

- Buenos dias, el capitan.|- Buenos dias, el capitan.

Where's Rocco?

He has moved to Madrid.

- Madrid?|- S.

- Spain?|- S.

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. And it is.|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 someday to become a man.

But the guilt of replacing the man...

...who loves him and gave|him life, it's 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|antipsychotic chemicals...

...and in 48 hours, you're|going to have a nut case...

...that you are not ever going to forget|for the rest of your life.

I'm telling you, 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?

- Has he mentioned?|- I haven't got 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.

Please!

Take it easy.|He is your patient.

You got five days.|You got five days.

I am pissed off at you.

And don't forget|we're barbecuing Saturday.

Really pissed off.

- Mrs. DeMarco?|- Hello?

Yes. This is Dr. Mickler.

Remember? We spoke on|the phone about your grandson.

Doa Ana...|she's all he talks about.

He waits for the mailman everyday|like he's delivering cannoli.

See, 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?

Well, you never heard of him?

Did his father sell pharmaceuticals?

Tony?

Tony couldn't sell a boat|to a drowning man.

No. He worked for|a dry cleaning concern.

He did drapes and sofas.

- His father still alive?|- No.

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?|- No, never.

- Where is his mother now?|- 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?

Up till three months ago.

I...

I opened the door...

...and there was Zorro.

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.

There's something else.

She told me your father worked|in a dry cleaning establishment.

You want me to tell you some|crazy 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.

Well, 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,|but it's not unusual...

...because my grandmother|hated everybody.

So we stayed as far away|from her as possible.

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