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? - Sí.
- Spain? - Sí.
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.
Doņa 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.
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 Doņa 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.
Doņa 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 Doņa 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 Doņa 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 Doņa Julia?
How could I forsake the purity of love...
...I had with my flower, Doņa 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...
...Doņa 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 maņana.
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...
Which nobody can deny!
"Today is the first day of the rest of your life."
Come in!
I am Doņa 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.
How can I be of help?
For instance, is it a fact that your son grew up...
...with you and your husband in Mexico in a small town?
San Luis Coatzacoalcos.
It's not very far from Izucar de Matamoros.
Have you heard of it?
Well, not many have. It's very small.
In order to help your son...
...I have to have some information.
I need to know about Don Alfonzo...
...about his father, Don Antonio...
...and about your relationship with both of them.
I think it would be best...
...if you would discuss these matters directly with my son.
My vows to God do not allow me to talk...
...about certain aspects of my past.
I don't think, Sister...
...that I'm making myself clear.
I've been to see your son's grandmother...
...and she tells me that neither you nor your son...
...have ever lived in Mexico.
She said that you met Tony in Queens, New York...
...and, till recently, she said she only saw her grandson...
...once in her life, when she was in Phoenix, Arizona.
She also said that five years ago...
...that your husband died in a car crash.
Now, in addition...
I'm sorry, but you must understand, Sister...
...that I need to know the truth.
The truth is inside you, Don Octavio.
I cannot help you find that.
Isn't she exactly as I described her, Don Octavio?
Yeah.
Exactly.
Doņa Julia has become a nun at the same convent.
So it seems.
I told my mother she could go back today...
...but I will miss her.
She really has a way of putting me in touch with what's real.
Why are you so certain...
...that your mother was not having an affair with Don Alfonzo?
My mother was not having an affair.
Well, I think you can understand...
...how the thought might have occurred to me...
...when you told me how your father died.
It's never been clear to me what...
...what your mother meant when she cried out...
"I will lose both of them!"
Did she mean both her husband and her son...
...or both of her lovers?
My mother...
...was not having an affair.
Do you understand why it's necessary...
Shut up!
You think I don't know...
...what's going on with you, Don Octavio, but I do.
You need me for a transfusion...
...because your own blood has turned to dust...
...and clogged your heart.
Your need for reality...
Your need for a world where love is flawed...
...will continue to choke your veins until all the life is gone.
My perfect world is no less real than yours, Don Octavio.
It is only in my world that you can breathe, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Yeah.
You're right.
My world is...
Not perfect.
What is this thing that happens with age?
Why does everyone want to pervert love and...
...suck it bone-dry of all its glory?
Why do you bother to call it love anymore?
This will be our...
...our last session.
I'm retiring on Monday.
Then I will tell you about Doņa Ana...
...and you will decide if I should be set free.
On the second day after I left the sultana...
...our ship was caught in a typhoon.
I alone survived.
After days drifting at sea...
...I found myself on the island of Eros.
She was 17...
...and Nature's bride...
...fresh and fair...
...and unacquainted with the miracle of physical love.
Her beauty was not made of shapes and forms...
...but shined from within like a star.
There are those who do not believe...
...that a single soul, born in Heaven...
...can split into twin spirits...
...and shoot like falling stars to Earth...
...where over oceans and continents...
...their magnetic forces will finally unite them...
...back into one.
But how else to explain love at first sight?
We were convinced that there was...
...no other life beneath the sky but ours.
We believed that we would never die.
You must promise me...
...that we will be together for all time...
That we will live here on this beach...always.
And that should circumstance ever separate us...
It is here we will come...
...to wait all eternity...
...for the other to return.
I love you.
Promise me.
I promise.
One day... I asked her to be mine.
I love you too much.
But I cannot love you any less.
It's of no great consequence, but...
...will you be wearing your mask throughout our lives together?
I have sworn to do so.
Then I ask only that you tell me...
...what has led you to make such a vow.
I related the sad tale of my Doņa Julia...
...never guessing for a moment...
...that my sweet Doņa Ana believed I had saved myself for her...
...as she had for me.
Very well, my love.
I will accept that I am not the first...
...if you will tell me with the same honesty...
...how many others there have been.
This would have been a very good time for me to lie...
...but truth is a terrible habit.
Including you...
...there have been...
...exactly...
One...
...thousand five hundred and two.
I could see that this was a sum substantially greater...
...than the one she had in mind...
...and not easy for her to assimilate, try as she might.
As her pain struck at my heart like a dagger...
...I begged to be forgiven.
I removed my mask as a gesture of remorse...
...but it was to no avail.
To hide her humiliation...
...she took up the mask and left me forever.
And so my adventures came to an end...
...and with them, the chance that one day...
...like my father...
I would die in the arms of the woman I loved.
Who am I?
Sit down.
You...
...are Don Juan DeMarco...
...the greatest lover the world has ever known.
And you, my friend...
...who are you?
Who am I?
I am Don Octavio del Flores...
...married to the beautiful...
...Doņa Lucita...
...the light of my life.
And you, my friend...
You have seen through all of my masks.
Here's your water, Doctor.
Thank you.
You said that you believed, Don Octavio.
I believe that you are Don Juan...
...but there are a lot of people that don't.
Then I will do as you ask, my friend.
ĄVamos!
You're retiring on Monday. So, what are we going to do?
We're going to get airborne, kiddo, I'll tell you that.
I'm trying to tell you something. I like it here. I like my garden.
We need to be a flight of eagles.
I don't see myself in that picture.
What's the matter with you? What are you talking about?
- I don't know. - I need to find out who you are.
Jack, you know who I am.
Who's brought you coffee for the last 32 years?
Listen, I know a lot about dirty coffee cups...
...and I know a lot of facts, but I need to know all about you.
What do you want to know?
I want to know...
...what your hopes...
...and your dreams are that got lost along the way...
...when I was thinking about myself.
What's so funny?
I thought you'd never ask.
Hey, Doc! Good morning.
Do you understand why you're here, young man?
Okay, then. I'd like for you to tell me...
...a little about yourself, where you grew up...
...what made you want to kill yourself...
...how you feel now.
I was born in...
...in Queens.
Me and my parents moved to Phoenix...
...when I was a kid.
I hated it.
When I was 16...
...my father was killed in a car accident...
...just outside of town.
My mother...
...she'd been having these affairs...
...and my father knew.
Anyway, she felt so guilty...
...she decided to become a nun.
So, within three weeks of my father's death...
...she was in a convent somewhere in Mexico.
And there I was.
I didn't know where to go.
I didn't know what to do.
So, one day, I was...
Looking at this magazine...
And there was a centerfold.
And I knew she wouldn't go for me the way that I was...
...you know, so I...
...I'd been reading a book...
...this book...and...
...I decided to become Don Juan.
So, I called up the magazine. They wouldn't help me.
They wouldn't give me any information, so...
I was about to give up, and...
...one day, I reached this woman who worked there.
I think she was a temp or something, but...
...the woman took pity on me...
...and she gave me the girl's number...
...so I called her up.
I said that we were meant to be together...
...and she called me a creep, and then she hung up.
I just decided that my life was over...
...so I was going to kill myself...
...or at least I was going to make people believe...
...that I would kill myself...
...so I could get some attention or something.
I never really had any intention of killing myself.
Thank you. This has been very helpful.
Someone will show you back to your room now.
Doctors...
...this seems like a perfectly normal kid to me.
I've had a couple centerfold fantasies myself...
...and I'm certainly not going to commit him...
...to a mental institution for his.
Your Honor, I... I think his behavior...
Let him go.
Thank you.
Thank you very much, Judge.
As his doctor, I concur with your views.
I've spent more time with him than you have!
I'll call you later, and thank God for medication.
- Goodbye, Bill. - Goodbye, sweetie.
- Your Honor, I think the boy... - He's taking my patient!
Please! Bill! Nurse! Please!
As Head of the hospital, let me speak.
My name is Don Octavio del Flores.
I am the world's greatest psychiatrist.
I have cured over a thousand patients.
Their faces linger in my memory...
...like summer days...
...but none more so than Don Juan DeMarco.
And so it was not so insane...
...that we all found ourselves on an airplane...
...flying to the island of Eros.
It was like the Garden before the fall.
Everything seemed possible.
And how does our fable end?
His Doņa Ana, his centerfold...
...was she waiting all eternity on the beach...
...for him to return as they had promised each other?
Why not?
Sadly, I must report...
...that the last patient I ever treated...
...the great lover, Don Juan DeMarco...
...suffered from a romanticism...
...which was completely incurable...
...and even worse...
...highly contagious.