My name is Don Juan DeMarco.
I am the son of the great swordsman...
...Antonio Garibaldi DeMarco...
...who was tragically killed defending the honor of my mother...
...the beautiful Doņa Inez Santiago y San Martine.
I am the world's greatest lover.
I have made love to over a thousand women.
I was 21 last Tuesday.
- Good evening, sir. - Good evening, Nicholas.
No woman has ever left my arms unsatisfied.
Only one has rejected me, and as fortune would have it...
...she is the only one who has ever mattered.
This is why, at 21, I have determined to end my life.
But first... one final conquest.
May I?
Well, actually, I'm expecting a friend.
He's been delayed, but he should be here soon.
Well, I will not linger.
I am Don Juan.
That's very funny. Is there a costume party at the hotel?
No, I am Don Juan...
...directly descended from the noble Spanish family.
And you seduce women.
No, I never take advantage of a woman.
I give women pleasure...
...if they desire it.
It is of course the greatest pleasure they will ever experience.
There are some women...
...fine-featured...
...a certain texture to their hair...
...a curve to the ears that...
...that sweeps like the turn of a shell.
These women...
...have fingers with the same sensitivities as their legs.
The fingertips have the same feelings as their feet.
And when you touch their knuckles...
...it is like passing your hands around their knees.
And this tender, fleshy part of the finger...
...is the same as brushing your hands around their thighs.
And, finally...
Every woman is a mystery to be solved...
...but a woman hides nothing from a true lover.
Her skin color can tell us how to proceed.
A hue like the blush of a rose, pink and pale...
...and she must be coaxed to open her petals...
...with a warmth like the sun.
The pale and dappled skin of a redhead...
...calls for the lust of a wave crashing to the shore...
...so we may stir up what lies beneath...
...and bring the foamy delight of love to the surface.
Although there is no metaphor...
...that truly describes making love to a woman...
...the closest is playing a rare musical instrument.
I wonder... does a Stradivarius violin...
...feel the same rapture as the violinist...
...when he coaxes a single perfect note from its heart?
Muchas gracias, seņorita.
Every true lover knows...
...that the moment of greatest satisfaction...
...comes when ecstasy is long over...
...and he beholds before him the flower...
...which has blossomed beneath his touch.
Sorry I'm late, honey. It was unavoidable.
I hope you went ahead without me.
Oh, well.
Now I must die.
- Hey. - Evening, Jack.
How you doing?
You're putting on a little weight here.
You know...
...you and me been going to the same bakery.
Sorry to do this to you, Jack...
...but this is a job that only Supershrink can handle.
He's a jumper to be reckoned with, I'm telling you.
What's the costume?
He's Don Juan.
He wishes to end his life gloriously.
He wants us to send our finest swordsman...
...to do battle with him...
...preferably... preferably Don Francisco da Silva.
Did he actually say this?
I was up there.
I tell you. How do you get in this?
Over here.
Are you sure this is how Freud started?
What do I know? I'm just the dumb cop.
You're the shrink.
Where is Don Francisco da Silva? I will fight none other.
- Where is he? - Don Francisco da Silva...
...left for Mallorca on this weekend...
...but I am his uncle Don Octavio del Flores.
This will not do.
I must die at the hands of Don Francisco.
I am Don Juan DeMarco.
You are the Don Juan?
This is correct.
Why, with so many successes...
...does the great Don Juan wish to end his life?
Because there is nothing left to live for.
Do you mean to say there is nothing at all?
Not when my Doņa Ana is everything.
Her name is Doņa Ana.
Now you understand why I must die.
I ask only that it be at the hands of Don Francisco...
...so it may be said I died in glory from a worthy opponent.
This young woman, Doņa Ana, must be very special.
I would like so much to hear about her.
Have you never met a woman who inspires you to love...
...until your every sense is filled with her?
You inhale her...
...you taste her...
...you see your unborn children in her eyes...
...and know that your heart has at last found a home.
Your life begins with her...
...and without her, it must surely end.
I have no doubt that losing a love like this...
...can be very painful...
...but why lose hope along with life?
Why lose everything?
You must not forget, my friend...
...that the power of your love...
...the power of love of Don Juan is eternal...
...and will not be denied.
I apologize...
...for this unmanly display, Don Octavio.
Please.
I accept.
Bravo. Bravo.
Morning, Doc!
White male, age 21...
...brought in on a 10-day paper after suicidal gesture.
Apparently precipitated by a breakup of a relationship...
...and the patient indicates...
...no previous history of suicides...
...no record of any prior hospitalization.
There's no record of anything...
...school, jail, mother, father, parents, nothing.
And this kid is... Bizzako...
...and is severely delusional...
...and believes he's somebody else.
- Anybody we know? - Name is Don Juan.
- I'm working nights again. - All right. Okay.
I'm not kidding you.
Let's settle down now and...
I'm always the bad boy in these.
Who wants him?
I do.
- Wait a minute. - Don't be exasperated.
Jack, wait a minute. Are you not retiring?
Of course I'm retiring, but I think this is a big hell of a swan song.
This sounds like a long-term case the way you described it.
I'm gonna give it to Bill. Do you have time?
Wait. Hold on one second.
No offence. I'd like to discuss this in some detail.
Can we do talk about it later? Is that all right?
I look forward to it.
I want this kid.
Be reasonable.
- You're leaving in 10 days. - So's the kid.
No, no, no.
A delusional patient like this does not get cured in a week and a half.
The instant his 10-day paper expires, he'll be committed.
Then we'll have to transfer him to Bill anyway.
If this was a year ago...
...and I said I could get this kid out of here in 10 days...
...there wouldn't be any doubt.
Well, that's probably true.
Yes. So that's not the real reason you're giving him to Bill.
You've been doing it by the numbers for months now.
You know it. You're burnt out.
That's why you asked for early retirement.
You don't need more time to travel with Marilyn?
So, please, Jack. Don't make my life harder for me than it has to be.
How long have I known you?
Twenty-five years we've been going around like this.
Yes. And during that time, you're the best damn clinician...
...this place has ever seen. The best. Everybody knows that.
But now it's time... You know what? It's time to get away.
Where are you going? The pyramids? It's wonderful.
All that sand, the sky, those vistas.
You'll have a wonderful time.
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.
Sí, 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, Doņa 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.
ĄVayanse ya de aqui!
ĄSe acabo lo bueno!
One night, I watched Doņa 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? - Sí.
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.
- 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.
Doņa Julia was 23 and married...
...the faithful and devoted wife of Don Alfonzo, a man of 50.
It was no secret that Doņa 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 Doņa Julia's face was gone...
...it had been replaced by a sadness even sweeter than the smile.
I sensed that Doņa Julia was having a struggle within her...
...and my own situation was becoming no less difficult.
I could only think of Doņa 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 Doņa Julia's eyes.
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.
Doņa 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...
...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 Doņa 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.
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 Doņa 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...