Inside Daisy Clover Page #5

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Goodbye, America's Little Valentine.

Hello, Mrs. Wade Lewis.

Hello, Mr. Wade Lewis.

Actor, drinker...

...rich boy, husband, fool.

He left a couple of hours ago.

- Well, what'd he say?

- Nothing.

Could I have your autograph?

You're not Myrna Loy.

Mrs. Swan was feeling tired.

She took a sleeping pill.

Mr. Swan is meeting with your lawyer.

He'll see you in the morning.

Is there anything you need, Mrs. Lewis?

I knew he'd do it.

I knew he'd leave you. I knew it.

I love him. I'm crazy about him.

You poor little jerk.

You want a pill? I took a pill.

They think she's got a headache.

She hasn't.

She's got a heartache!

Take me back to my room. Please.

Melora's been hurt.

I wonder where he's gone.

So many places, so many people,

so many beds, so many lovers.

- Melora, here's your room. Here.

- He never sleeps alone. Needs company.

L... I cut myself when Wade left me.

It still hurts sometimes.

You like to cut yourself?

- No.

- You like to get drunk?

No.

- I know, you need a good laugh.

- No.

Hello, long distance, please.

Mr. Wade Lewis. Very long distance.

Melora, come on. Let's...

Hello? Hello.

How wonderful to hear your voice.

Of course I know you're not Wade.

You're the new number. Good luck, dear.

What? No, no message.

I just called to say,

have as much fun as I did.

That's the new lover.

I didn't get his name,

but he sounds charming.

Your husband never could resist

a charming boy.

All the good women and all the good men

who tried to put Wade back together again.

Age, sex, doesn't matter.

They take him to heart,

he takes them to bed.

But then, like any lost cause,

they can't give him up.

They've just got to carry on about true love,

new life, deep understanding.

And then one day, they wake up.

Alone.

She didn't stand a chance.

I told Melora she didn't stand a chance.

I told her what would happen, it happened.

And then she cut her wrists

and blamed me.

It appears I lack the finer points.

But Wade, oh, boy, he's got them all.

Thousands of girls sit watching him

in dark movie houses...

...go home and they dream about him

in dark, little bedrooms.

Thousands of wives

wish their husbands were exactly like him.

Isn't that something?

I mean, you can't help admiring the man.

I just signed him for three more pictures.

What are you gonna do?

He's in New York.

He'll be back.

Couple of weeks.

I'll see you don't run into each other.

You're blaming me too, aren't you?

You know, if...

Listen, if I'd warned you, if I'd said,

"Wade isn't your true love, he's...

You're just the best fun he ever had."

You'd have called it a wicked lie.

And then Wade would have said:

"The Prince of Darkness

stops at nothing, dear heart."

And you'd have eloped immediately.

It's over, Daisy.

All over.

I've got you the best divorce lawyer

in town.

So sleep it off.

Take a long, deep sleep.

Sandman's orders.

At least, you know all about love.

Hm?

All about love.

Just nothing.

Lost cause.

Just like your husband.

Who needs it?

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

It's all right.

No one's ever gonna come for you again.

It's all right.

When the circus came to my home town

It was fine and funny and shiny new

So when it left from my home town

Well, of course, I left with it too

Wouldn't you?

The circus is a wacky world

How I love it

Hocus pocus, ballyhoo

Ain't it great?

With the clown that always breaks you up

The elephant that shakes you up

The overture that wakes you up because

The circus is a wacky world

It's a riot

A- razzamataz and hoochie cooch

Ain't it grand?

What a jazzy world you find the scene

Until you are behind the scene

And once you are behind the scene

You'll see

The circus is a wacky world

Take it from me

But it ain't at all

What it's supposed to be

It ain't what it's supposed to be

The clowns don't smile

That's just a painted grin

The bearded lady is a man

The fat man's really thin

The toothless lion is anything but bold

The midget isn't small at all

He's only 5 years old.

The circus hasn't anything

Like what they say is in it

But as old P.T. Barnum said

"There's one born every minute"

It isn't great

It isn't grand

Tell me why it clicks

It isn't real

It isn't real

It's just a bag of tricks

The circus is a wacky world

Make-believing

Hocus pocus, ballyhoo

What a fake

How you tend to lose the kick of it

When you are in the thick of it

How quick you find

You're sick of it and yet

And yet

The circus is the strangest place

Can't explain it

When you start to play your part

It's your home

So you don't exactly live it up

You still would never give it up

How could you ever give it up?

Oh, no.

The circus is a wacky world

Where you can hide

To escape the even wackier world outside

So step right up

And start the show

And cut.

Very good, Daisy.

Did we block it down pretty well?

Ms. Clover.

Mr. Swan is expecting you

in his office at 6:30.

Good night, Ms. Clover.

Listen, Old Chap.

You see, it's the middle of the night...

...and I honestly believe in nothing.

And I wonder if that's any way to live.

Old Chap?

Come on, talk to me.

Please, come on.

Old Chap?

- Good morning, Daisy.

- Good morning, Daisy.

- You look great.

- Thanks.

- Coffee?

- Thank you.

Daisy, I've marked the parts

we have to redo.

Right here and down here.

Come on, gentlemen.

Let's not keep the star waiting.

Are those phones patched in?

Yeah, I've checked it.

- I've checked it.

Check one.

Will you give us a level please, Daisy?

- One, two, three, four.

- Fine.

- Let's try a run-through first.

Let's do it.

Feeling brave today.

All right, let's go for a take. Coming up.

- Okay.

- All right, roll it.

Scene 346. Take one.

One, two, three, four.

The circus is a wacky world

How I love it

Hocus-pocus, ballyhoo

Ain't it great?

That shakes you up the overture

That wakes you up, because

Perfect, Daisy, just perfect.

Try one more, please.

A little more life in the last two lines.

Okay.

One, two, three.

The circus is a wacky world,

How I love it

Hocus pocus, ballyhoo, ain't it great?

You got ahead of it that time.

- Once more, please.

- Okay.

The elephant that shakes you up

The overture that wakes you up

Because

Try one more, please.

Once again, please.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

The circus is a wacky world

How I love it

Stop! Stop it!

Stop! Stop it!

Stop!

Make her stop! Make her stop!

Make her stop! Make her stop!

Stop her! Stop her! Stop her!

The medical profession

is certainly pushing "ifs" and "buts."

They're expensive,

and I don't need any more.

Look here. If she's sane, cure her.

If she's mad, certify her.

I want her cured so I can finish my picture

or certified so I can collect insurance.

Ms. Clover is not certifiable.

Then she's sane and she'd better get up.

All right, get that idiot sister out

and we'll start again.

- Time's up, Mrs. Goslett.

- She needs me.

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