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Don Juan

This is very kind of you to show me the way, Gloria.

Jack Mickler

Yeah?

Maria

Doctor Mickler?

Jack Mickler

Yeah. Come on in.

Gloria

Doctor Mickler, um, Doctor Mickler…

Jack Mickler

Hi.

Gloria

I’ve brought, um, Mr Juan here for his appointment.

Jack Mickler

Thank you, Gloria.

Gloria

I can return, um, at the end of the hour and see him back.

Jack Mickler

No, it’s okay.

Gloria

No!

Jack Mickler

I’ll see him to…

Gloria

It’s really no trouble, no trouble. I’ll be passing by this door in exactly one hour, right on the nose.

Jack Mickler

Gloria.

Gloria

No trouble.

Jack Mickler

Thank you.

Gloria

I have a break coming up…

Jack Mickler

Thanks a lot.

Gloria

No problem.

Jack Mickler

Thanks a lot. What are you doing to these girls?

Don Juan

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?

Jack Mickler

Not fully, bur, er…

Don Juan

Well, I will be cursed.

Jack Mickler

Well, I can certainly understand how that could be upsetting.

Don Juan

Well, think how you would feel if you were made to take off this mask that you are wearing.

Jack Mickler

Oh, well, our masks really get us in dutch, don’t they? How long you been wearing yours?

Don Juan

Since I was sixteen. I placed the mask on my face, and vowed never to remove it, on the day I left my mother, the dark beauty, Dona Inez.

Jack Mickler

I have some pills here, and, um, I’d like you to take them for me, I think they’ll help.

Don Juan

Pills to stop delusions? Well, then I’m afraid we must take these pills together. Because, you are seriously deluded.

Jack Mickler

Well, what delusions have I got?

Don Juan

This fantasy that you are some, er… Doctor Mickler. I am very disappointed in you, Don Octavio, very disappointed.

Jack Mickler

Here’s the drill. They can make you take the medication, that’s state law. You’re on what they call a ten day paper, and, er, for those ten days
they can do… whatever they think is appropriate.

Don Juan

I am not deluded. I am Don Juan. And if you will not medicate me for these ten days… I will prove it to you.

Jack Mickler

All right, and what if I don’t believe that you’re Don Juan?

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 ten days to tell you
my story?

Jack Mickler

Okay.

Don Juan

Very well. I was born in Mexico.

Don Juan (voice)

It became evident, from a very early age, that there was something different about me. I, myself, slowly began to realise that my play was not like
that of the other boys. By the time I was ten, 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 twelve, I understood the obligation the Lord spoke of to share one’s blessings with those less fortunate.

Woman

(speaks in Mexican)

Don Juan (voice)

One night I watched Dona 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.

Jack Mickler

Are you Italian, Mexican or Spanish?

Don Juan

That is all you have to say? You want to know my nationality?

Jack Mickler

No. Your name is De Marco, that’s Italian. You were brought up in Mexico, and when you speak English, you speak it with a Castilian accent.

Don Juan

Well, my accent has been coloured 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 De Marco, he was Italian. The dance-king of Astoria.

Jack Mickler

Excuse me. Your father was a dance-king, here, in New York City, in Astoria?

Don Juan

Si.

Don Juan (voice)

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 enquire
about renting a room, when he first saw my mother. Both her parent 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, 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.

Jack Mickler (voice)

I thought you said that your mother was standing in the sunlight?

Don Juan

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 Patroni, running the coffee plantation. Their love was like a perfect prayer. Even God could not deny it. I was born exactly nine months later.

Marilyn Mickler

So I sad, to him, “Let me just see if I understand this. You have been exploring our car for six days now, and you’ve still got 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 four-hundred and thirty dollars for the time it took you not to figure out what’s wring.” You know what he said
to me? “We can keep looking, if you want, Mrs Mickler, but it’s sixty-five dollars an hour.” Jack. Jack.

Jack Mickler

Oh. Well, pay… pay the guy, I don’t know.

Marilyn Mickler

Pay it?! Jack. Where were you just now?

Jack Mickler

Down Mexico. Paul.

Paul Showalter

Oh, Jack, I was looking for…

Jack Mickler

A little spring-time.

Paul Showalter

What… this… for me?

Jack Mickler

Excuse me, nurse.

Paul Showalter

You’re giving me tulips?

Jack Mickler

Grace, I’m sorry.

Paul Showalter

Jack, why are you…

Jack Mickler

There you go. I want to talk to you about the kid.

Paul Showalter

What’s the occasion for…

Jack Mickler

Listen, the hell of it. This kid is fantastico.

Paul Showalter

Well, I’m glad he’s meeting your expectations.

Jack Mickler

And, he…

Paul Showalter

Jack, there’s something I want to discuss with you.

Jack Mickler

I know you do. Let me, let me tell you what he did.

Paul Showalter

Good.

Jack Mickler

This morning…

Paul Showalter

Please, wait, wait, Jack. When to you intend to start Don Juan on medication? He’s been here two days.

Jack Mickler

Ah.

Paul Showalter

You do intend to give him medication?

Jack Mickler

Well, I don’t know.

Paul Showalter

Wait, wait, he’s a delusional patient. Meds.

Jack Mickler

If I give him medication, Paul, I’m never going to get into this, this world that he’s in, and it’s a wonderful world. And I, I…

Paul Showalter

Okay. No meds.

Jack Mickler

Okay.

Paul Showalter

Temporarily.

Jack Mickler

Thank you.

Paul Showalter

If you do one thing for me.

Jack Mickler

What’s that?

Paul Showalter

Well, right now, er, er, Don Juan is having a distracting influence on the female staff. I’ll bet he’s a union. I mean officially, in his
hacienda, there are more nurses on valium than patients.

Jack Mickler

Right, I’ll do…

Paul Showalter

Can you do something about that?

Jack Mickler

Yes, I took care of it, my dear man, don’t worry about it.

Rocco

Hey, man time for your shrink.

Don Juan

Who are you?

Rocco

I’m your new nurse, Mr Compton, but you can call me Rocco, Casanova.

Don Juan

I am not Casanova. I am Don Juan.

Rocco

Yeah, right. Come on, man.

Jack Mickler

Come in.

Rocco

Doc, Don Juan.

Jack Mickler

Thank you. Well, I’ve got a real treat for you today.

Don Juan

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.

Jack Mickler

Why don’t we move on to something else?

Don Juan

What do you have in mind, Don Octavio?

Jack Mickler

Why don’t we talk about… who I am?

Don Juan

Yes, I know who you are.

Jack Mickler

Who am I?

Don Juan

You’re Don Octavio de Florez, the uncle of Don Francisco de Silva.

Jack Mickler

And where are we, here?

Don Juan

Well, I, I haven’t seen a deed, but I assume that this villa is yours.

Jack Mickler

What would you say to someone that, erm, that said to you, this is a psychiatric hospital, and that you’re a patient here, and that I am your
psychiatrist?

Don Juan

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?

Jack Mickler

Yeah.

Don Juan

By seeing beyond what is visible to the eye. Now, there are those, of course, 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, 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 that I search out the beauty that dwells within them until…
it overwhelms everything else. And 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 de Florez,
you are a great lover like myself. Even though you may have lost your way… and your accent. Shall I continue?

Jack Mickler

Yeah.

Don Juan

Very well. Back to Mexico.

Don Juan (voice)

My mother, God bless her, does not give up easily. When I was sixteen, she made one last attempt to instil Christian values in me, by finding me a
tutor. My mother’s judgement left something to be desired. Dona Julia was twenty-three and married. The faithful and devoted wife of Don Alfonzo,
a man of fifty. It was no secret that Dona Julia would have been much better served by two men of twenty-five.

Dona Julia

…the body and in the spirit, which, were God’s.

Don Juan (voice)

My feelings consumed me day and night. I felt within me a torment, a burning wound, a yearning, combined with the most indescribably bliss. But
what was it?

Jack Mickler (voice)

And, er, you had no idea what it was?

Don Juan (voice)

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.

Jack Mickler (voice)

So there was a lot of sword fighting going on when you were growing up?

Don Juan (voice)

Well, it was a small and isolated town, that resisted modern technology. I noticed that the smile on Dona Julia’s face was gone, it had been
replaced with a sadness even sweeter than the smile. I sensed that Dona Julia was having a struggle within her, and my own situation was becoming no
less difficult. I could only think of Dona Julia. To keep myself from going mad, I turned into a metaphysician. I considered the meaning of truth,
and being, and God. I thought of the time-table for the sun’s demise, and then I thought of Dona Julia’s eyes…

Dona Julia

I never will consent. I never will consent. I never will consent.

Jack Mickler

But somehow she consented.

Don Juan (voice)

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.

Don Juan

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. Dona Julia, was my first love. Well, I see our time is up.

Jack Mickler

Er, the mask… Obsessive compulsive disorder, with erotomatic features. Confirm delusional disorder. Confirm depression with obsessional features.
Possible hysterical personality.

Marilyn Mickler

I take it you want to go upstairs?

Jack Mickler

What gives you that idea?

Marilyn Mickler

Why are you listening to opera? You hate opera.

Jack Mickler

You have very, very beautiful eyes. Come here.

Marilyn Mickler

Well, you know, I have to go upstairs and, er, 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 oestrogen, to convince my body that I’m still twenty-three.

Jack Mickler

Come here. What the hell are you doing in there?

Marilyn Mickler

(Mumbled reply). Rain check?

Jack Mickler

No, no. I’ve been thinking about our adolescence, you know there, there isn’t any transitional battleground left for us any more. 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?

Marilyn Mickler

Oh, Jack, no, listen honey… you know those fires were a lot of trouble. They caused a lot of trouble. I mean, fires are really hard to control,
they flare up, they cause, they burn a whole lot of energy… and then they suddenly die.

Jack Mickler

I wanna tell you something, that’s bullshit, because all their…

Marilyn Mickler

No, it’s not.

Jack Mickler

Yes, it is.

Marilyn Mickler

No, it’s not bullshit, a good steady warm glow, you know, that’s, that does the trick.