Don Juan Demarco Page #5

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 from you.

I just want to point out her name is|Chelsea Stoker. It says it right there.

They never use their real names.

She is really my Doa Ana.

She's 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...

...and he was very insecure about women.

And...

...he tried to contact her.

He must have called|the magazine a hundred times...

...till finally,|somebody at the magazine...

...took pity on him|and gave him her number.

So he called her...

...and they had|a one-minute conversation...

...and she let him know...

...she never wanted|to speak to him again.

And then what happened?

What happened next? He tried to|kill himself is what happened.

Doa Ana is real, Don Octavio.

Would you like to hear about her?

I suppose so.

Shortly after the death of my father...

...my mother decided it would be|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 all 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.

Though 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 still keeping|the vow I made to hide my face.

The sultan had a harem|of 1,500 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|I was required to be in drag.

You may rise.

And you may go.

You may stay.

Slowly,|I began to develop a theory...

why I had been brought|to the sultana.

But I still loved Doa 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 Doa 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 Doa Julia?

How could I forsake|the purity of love...

...I had with my flower,|Doa Julia?

Actually, I was surprised...

...at how easily|the past can be overcome.

You know, my friend,|until this afternoon...

...I had always believed that a man|could love only one woman.

I have been badly misled.

It is absolutely incredible|to me just a few hours ago...

...Doa Julia was|the only woman who existed...

...and now...

...now there is the magnificent|Sultana Gulbeyaz.

What a glorious body,|breasts...

Will you please shut up?

Suddenly I was struck by|the danger of my situation.

I prayed they had found|a place to hide me...

...where I wouldn't be discovered|by the sultan.

As fortune would have it...

...their solution was a brilliant one.

It was God's canvas|in all its natural beauty.

For the next two years, my days|were spent with the sultana.

And your nights?

My nights were spent with the|1,500 young women of the sultan's harem.

Come.

Come to me, my little cockatoo.

At the end of two years...

...I noticed that 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 a thousand ways...

...each one 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 was wondering if we could|continue this tomorrow?

Of course.

Good. Thank you.

Hasta maana.

You're home early.

How would you feel about|coming upstairs?

Okay. Go.

Okay. Wait a sec.

Over here now.

What happened?

You're no good at all.

No, I am too good.|I got three. Look. I got three.

- Well...|- Okay. When is it my turn?

You got five. I know.|Well, you're better than me.

- Did you get it?|- Yes.

Okay, 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...I don't know.

I won't know until I have|the meeting with the kid.

Look, Jack, he's a suicidal patient.

He's not suicidal. It was a|call for help, if anything.

You're not suggesting|that we let him go, are you?

- No, I'm not suggesting that.|- All right.

Then, obviously first thing Monday...

...we have to get the judge|over here for a hearing.

Also on Monday...

...we're gonna 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.

All right. I'll give him...|I 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...|Could you tell him to stop?

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...

For he's a jolly good fellow...

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 Doa Inez...

...the mother of Don Juan DeMarco.

May I come in, Don Octavio?

Please.

I came as soon as|the archdiocese...

...told me that my son had called them.

What exactly is wrong with him?

Well...I am...

I am 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.

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