lt'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...
you are not ever going to forget
for the rest ofyour life.
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?
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 gotfive days.
I am pissed offat you.
And don'tforget
we're barbecuing Saturday.
Really pissed off.
-Mrs. DeMarco?
-Hello?
Yes. This is Dr. Mickler.
Remember? We spoke on
the phone about your grandson.
Doсa Ana...
she's all he talks about.
He waits for the mailman
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 ofAstoria.
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?
Didn'tJohnny tell you anything?
Tony died in
a terrible car crash.
-lt was five years ago.
-ln Mexico.
ln Phoenix.
-They never lived in Mexico?
-Never.
-Where is his mother now?
-l couldn't tell you.
We were never what
you might call close.
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.
l...l 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.
lnteresting fantasy.
But I suppose
if it makes her happy...
it is harmless enough.
She told me your father worked
in a dry cleaning establishment.
You want me to tell you some
story like my grandmother's...
so you will think I am sane.
lfthat is what it takes
to get out ofthis 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.
Can't you tell when you meet
a woman who's completely insane?
Are you saying that
your grandmother made this up?
ln 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.
ln Phoenix, Arizona.
ln 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.
I just want to point out
her name is Chelsea Stoker.
They never use their real names.
She is really my Doсa Ana.
She's trying
to teach me a lesson.
You know, l...
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?
He tried to kill himself
is what happened.
Doсa 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