Inside Daisy Clover Page #2

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Because I've got something to say

Move over sun

And give me some sky

I've got me some wings

I'm eager to try

I may be unknown

But wait till I've flown

You're gonna hear from me

Make me some room

You people up there

On top of the world

I'll meet you, I swear

I'm staking my claim

Remember my name

You're gonna hear from me

Fortune smile

On the road before me

I'm fortune's child

Listen, world, you can't ignore me

I've got a song

That longs to be played

Raise up my flag, begin my parade

Then watch the world over

Start coming up, Clover

That's how it's gonna be

You'll see

You're gonna hear from me

All right, cut.

A little more.

Now did that seem

to block it down pretty well?

Right, quite hot.

We were trying to get that

hot spot right behind the girl's head.

You hit the same spot.

Yeah.

I can't.

Good enough.

You're in a dreadful mood.

I told you,

never accept rides from strangers.

All right, it's your birthday.

Last week, you wanted a birthday.

You live in a world of your own.

That's your trouble.

Don't go yet. Don't go away.

Old Chap, try and concentrate.

It's not the cops or the funeral home,

it's the movies.

It's your sister. Go away, Gloria.

- Take it easy.

- Daisy.

How did you get in the act anyway?

Oh, important people

can find out anything they want to.

How is you, motherkins?

Harry sends his love.

Lay off the soft soap.

Daisy, close the door.

She seems worse.

How the hell would you know?

You haven't been around for over a year.

Everything smells of beans around here.

Where can we go for coffee?

Brazil.

Well, Miss Clover.

I'd like to meet your mother.

Okay.

Daisy, send them all away.

Do as your mother says.

Sorry to have troubled you, Mrs. Clover.

You can settle everything

with Mrs. Goslett here.

Settle what?

- You're a minor, you can't sign contracts.

Sister's been asked

to represent your interests.

You kill me.

All right, Miss Clover. You report

to work next week. Mm-hm.

Incredible as it may seem,

I'm gonna make something out of you.

- What?

- Money. There's a certain mixture...

...of orphan and clown

that always packs them in.

It's got a dirty face, heart of gold,

and it sings.

It doesn't smoke, or bite its fingernails,

or cut its hair without permission.

It becomes America's Little Valentine.

And it goes to the top of the tree.

Oh! Whoa!

We're on fire. Help, help.

- Mother needs help.

Help.

Help, help.

No, no, baby, you can't.

- Let me go, let me go.

Mother was always a cannon.

- Baby, you can't go in there, no.

Let me go.

No, baby,

sister is just looking out for you.

Please. Ugh!

Come on out of there, Old Chap.

Come on out.

Come out, Mother.

Let me go.

She may have fallen asleep.

She'll wake up, come on.

- Come on out.

Wake up now.

Daisy?

Hey, it's getting pretty hot in there, huh?

They're ready for you now, Miss Clover.

Come over here, Daisy.

Sit down.

Mrs. Goslett?

Now, now, baby, you've gotta face facts.

Our mother set fire to her own house...

...so she needs special attention

in a special place.

- Right, Harry?

Right.

I mean, a mother, who,

well, plays cards all day...

...just isn't seriously on the job.

It's not that we think

she's completely loco, kid.

It's just that she'd be happier

in an institution.

Not an institution, a...

- A special place.

Right.

- You can't do it.

Well, it's been done.

I read a magazine article.

It said as long as you can concentrate,

your mind is still okay.

- Look, our mother can't concentrate.

- The Dealer is no trouble.

She can make coffee, she heats up beans,

and she can read the newspaper headlines.

Look, the law's on my side.

And I've signed the papers.

You creep.

Look, I know...

- Harry, Harry, Harry.

- Dirty, fool, stupid garbage can.

Harry, Harry. Stop.

Dirty, rotten, stinking garbage can.

Harry.

Dirty rotten garbage.

Garbage, garbage, garbage.

Now, now, now. There, dear.

Now, now, dear.

Oh, dear.

Your sister's right, Daisy.

She has absolutely full legal grounds

for committing Mrs. Clover.

- You're going to be very famous very soon.

- Oh, you're gonna be news.

People will wanna know

everything about you.

They'll shine bright lights

in all your dark corners.

Sometimes they'll praise, flatter you.

- Sometimes they'll be very cruel.

That'll hurt.

Now think of the pain

if they tell about your mother.

And they will.

- And they will.

- They will unless she's officially dead.

- They will unless we protect her.

It's all right, buttercup,

you can come in now.

Gloria is your legal guardian.

You're coming to live with us, kid.

Daisy...

...when I was 12, my father died,

my mother went off to Europe...

...and I had to live

with some hateful cousins.

It seemed like the end of the world,

but I got over it.

In just a few years I had the rest of my life

to do as I wanted.

And plenty of money to do it with.

Hmm?

So will you.

Christ died for you.

I know they're in season, like eggnog,

but I can't stand that either.

All right, Daisy.

Once more, straight through.

We hear the picture's great,

you're a sensation.

Come on,

"It's the most exciting moment of my..."

It's the most exciting moment of my life.

- Who are your favorite motion picture stars?

- Fred Astaire and Myrna Loy.

Stand up, stand up.

Tell me why.

They have elegance and poise.

I wish they'd been my parents.

Who are your parents?

My father died in a train crash

when I was 9.

And what about your mother?

What about your mother?

- She died, uh, last year.

What? I didn't hear you.

- My mother died too, last year.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. What was she like?

What do you remember most

about your mother?

Oh, come on, Daisy. Come on.

Your mother loved music.

Her last wish was...

...to hear you sing once more.

- To hear me sing once more.

Right, kill the choir and

dim the lights in exactly one minute.

Now, come let them adore you, dear.

On Christmas Eve,

wise men always follow a star.

Stars light up the world

and shine all the way into men's hearts.

From time to time a miracle occurs,

a new star appears in the sky.

We see it a long way off.

Very small but very bright.

We watch it move up there...

...and take its place

beside the other constellations.

Now, this Yuletide...

...I'm inviting you in motion-picture theaters

all over the world...

...to join with me, look up with me...

...and celebrate Miss Daisy Clover.

Move over stars and give me some sky

I've got me some wings

I'm eager to try

I may be unknown

But wait till I've flown

You're gonna hear from me

Toss me the moon

'Cause I've gotta shine

I'm climbing a cloud and calling it mine

You'll pardon my haste

I've no time to waste

You're gonna hear from me

Heaven smiled

From the blue above me

I'm heaven's child

Listen, world, you're gonna love me

I'm on my way

'Cause I've got it made

Raise up my flag

Begin my parade

Then watch the world over

Start coming up clover

That's how it's gonna be

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