Inside Daisy Clover Page #3

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You'll see

You're gonna hear from me

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

My comet's on fire

I've gotta go higher

It sounds kind of crazy

But take it from Daisy

That's how it's gonna be

You'll see

You're gonna hear from me

Bravo.

Bravo.

The world has met Daisy Clover.

Now...

...Daisy Clover meets the world.

I persuaded Ray to cut down

your numbers with the choir.

If it's any comfort to you at all.

I'm sure it's a comfort to the choir.

So just "God Rest You, Merry"

and "Holy Night."

"Good King Wenceslas" is out, dear.

Perfect. Hideously perfect.

You've got time for a nap if you like, dear.

Bedroom's through there.

It will all be over soon.

For we wrestle not against flesh

and blood, but against powers...

...against the rulers

of the darkness of this world.

But don't worry.

And we meet in the castle of lost souls.

In the land of the Black Swan.

Otherwise known

as the Prince of Darkness.

Welcome, little captive,

to the waterfall of sweet dreams.

Melora says it washes all her cares away,

but I... I need stronger stuff.

As one fallen ngel to another,

would you care to get drunk?

- Yeah.

- What on?

Sweet sherry.

Ah.

There was a young lady named Cherry

Who used to get swacked on sweet sherry

And when they said...

When they said, what? What?

Well, what? Help me, when they...

- Um...

- What? When they said what?

"Do you think it's a sensible drink?"

That's good.

She replied...

...not very

Do you always go to parties like that?

I've got a show to do.

You have a show?

Hm.

An unholy order.

Daisy Clover?

That's your real name?

- Yeah.

- Sure?

Yeah. It's the one thing about me

they haven't changed.

It's the one thing about me they have.

Your real name isn't Wade Lewis?

No, no, it isn't. It's Lewis Wade.

They took a poll and decided

that it was sexier the other way around.

Well, but that's not your problem,

of course.

- What?

- Sex.

It's not your image at all. Don't be insulted.

You're being peddled for something else.

You're Miss Huckleberry Finn.

Clean, sharp as a whistle.

That's it. That's what it is.

God rest.

God rest you, merry ladies and gentlemen.

Let nothing you dismay.

Unto us a child star is born.

Littlest dipper on its Swanny Way.

Shine on.

Shine on, orphan star,

into the hearts and the minds of men.

Who cares or wonders what you really are?

Swan, the father, has done it again.

- What's the matter?

- My father just died.

He had the golden touch.

Did you ever hear

of the Slumber-Rite mattress?

No. Well, it's a big moneymaker.

What am I gonna do with it?

I never had to worry

about a place to sleep.

My mother is supposed to be dead.

Actually, they put her away.

Merry Christmas, dear heart.

Everything's for you,

except the yellow roses.

- Who are they for?

- Your crazy mother, shall we cut out?

Good evening, Wade.

Wade always hides at parties.

I never caught him stealing before.

- Nothing you'll miss, dear heart.

- How do you know what I miss?

Has he made his speech

about the Prince of Darkness yet?

- What's next?

- Guess.

- A dirty joke?

- No.

A getaway?

- Nope.

- Very good at getaways.

- No, I've hidden and I've stolen...

...and now I'm ready

to drive Daisy home.

- She's scheduled to sing with the choir.

- Well, have a black mass instead.

Drive carefully.

Farewell, poor rich, lovely, lonely lady.

Miss Clover,

there's someone here to see your aunt.

Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

Mr. Wade Lewis, sir.

I'm your most devoted fan.

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Clover.

Though we've never met,

I've heard a great deal about you.

I'm inviting you to a party.

Let's open the sweet sherry, dear heart.

Try and concentrate, Old Chap.

Get in a party mood.

Ha, ha. She's right.

She's got nothing to celebrate.

- Christ died for you.

- Well, thank you, what's your name?

I'm not allowed to say.

- May I call you Dolores?

- Oh, no.

No, no, wait, wait. You remind me

of a poem called, "Dolores."

O wise among women, O wisest,

Our Lady of Pain

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

Don't... Don't go, Dolores.

Come and share our feast.

I think Dolores could use

a little of that wine.

Champagne?

Thank you.

Luncheon is now being served,

Mrs. Clover.

Last call.

Here.

We're not celebrating anything.

Lights have just gone up.

Applause.

It seems to go on forever.

Thousands of faces looking up at us.

Uh-huh. Ah, ah, ah. Hold it, hold it.

A little longer, a little longer. That's it.

Now, don't hang your head.

Well, I want a big happy smile.

We're at the party now.

Come on, a big smile. Big, big smile.

Bigger, bigger, bigger. That's it.

- Like it?

- Adorable.

Open it.

First-aid premiere kit, dear.

For a growing girl.

All right. The limousine

will pick you up at your dressing room.

Just a moment, Daisy.

I hear Wade Lewis

paid a visit to your mother.

Quite a few nurses' hearts fluttered.

There are certain risks

which must never be taken.

Daisy.

From now on, I can't allow you

to see her anymore.

Now, don't forget. Big, happy smile.

Oh, Miss Clover.

Something for your memory book.

I agree.

Come on.

It's not much, but it's home.

- Easy. Up, up.

- Aah!

Down.

I won the Battle of Fredericksburg today.

Single-handedly, ahead of schedule,

and I need a drink.

Just in time for your premiere.

Thank you very much.

And that, ladies and gentlemen,

was Miss Joan Crawford.

Always charming and lovely,

always gracious.

And here comes,

I think this is the producer.

Yes, it is. Mr. Raymond Swan

and his lovely wife.

Daisy Clover will be in their party too.

She's scheduled to be in their car.

No, I don't see her.

Excuse me, maybe I can get

a little closer to the car.

No, she wasn't in that car.

- Well, perhaps she's in another car.

- Cold?

Pardon me just a moment. I'll see

if I can't find out from the producer.

Excuse me, Mr. Swan. Can you tell me...?

Oh, he walked straight on in.

I guess he couldn't hear me.

And I don't blame him.

There's a tremendous amount of noise

going on here...

...as our radio audience

can certainly hear.

And I suppose he just didn't hear me.

I think this may be Daisy now.

The crowd is really beginning to roar.

No, it isn't.

It's Jean Harlow and Mr. Clark Gable.

And would you just listen

to that sound, the sound of love.

Oh, the crowd is really going mad

at this point and I don't blame them.

I've never seen so many celebrities

and luminaries here on Hollywood Bivd.

But where is Daisy?

- Where did Daisy go?

- She's right here, folks.

Right here. The little lady's right here.

The moment she shows up,

we'll certainly...

America's Little Valentine, Miss Clover.

- Miss Clover, Miss Clover.

- Yes?

There are millions of girls out there...

...who are just dying

to hear the secret of your success.

Excuse me. Testing, everything's fine.

Would you mind telling me

what your secret unfulfilled ambition is...

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