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.

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