Don Juan Demarco Page #2

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.

S, villa.

- Villa.|- Villa.

Villa.

Where is Don Octavio?

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