Don Juan Demarco

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 Doa 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, seorita.

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 Doa Ana is everything.

Her name is Doa 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, Doa 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...

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