Inside Daisy Clover Page #6

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Mr. Swan's orders.

Famous young lady.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You know you're still getting

a hundred letters a day? Mm-hm.

Everyone misses the Little Valentine.

I can't understand why.

Everybody's begging her

to get out of bed and finish the picture.

Isn't it wonderful to have

loyal friends who want to help?

You're sound as a roach.

- Fresh as a daisy.

What're you holding out for?

- Don't you think you'd enjoy getting...?

Trust me, Daisy.

If there's a problem, I can solve it.

I always have.

All right, come on now, come on now.

Try and concentrate.

The world is holding its breath.

Because my little street Arab holds hers.

Isn't that something?

The world identifies with you.

Bonehead.

I didn't come before, dear.

I haven't been feeling very well.

I'm not an angry or a jealous person.

I only hope he's...

He's what you need.

Ray, I mean.

Now, why don't you get up?

Finish the picture.

And take a long exciting trip.

We...

We could go around the world together,

if you like.

Try and hang on, anyway.

Like me.

Dear heart.

Yellow roses.

Sweet sherry.

You can't stop singing.

The world's still a garbage dump.

I don't blame you for holding out, of course.

The hounds are still after you.

But...

Won't you join me back in the limelight,

little lady of pain?

Then mayn't I pronounce you

officially alive.

I want to talk to Ms. Clover alone.

Don't you think the Little Valentine's

been bluffing long enough?

Missed me?

Open your eyes.

Talk.

Speak.

Well, say something.

My hair's going gray.

My gray-haired teenager.

Welcome back.

All right, here's the schedule.

I'm dismissing your nurse.

And I'm giving you exactly one hour

to get dressed, bathed, perfumed.

All by yourself.

I want you ready when I come back.

Ready to give the devil his dues?

So it's beginning to feel a little chipper.

Asking to play rough again, eh?

Listen...

...l'm dismissing your nurse anyway.

You'll get up, or you'll lie here and

you'll starve, and if you starve I'll sue you.

We're legally in business

and you're legally fit to work.

Still not rough enough?

Like to play again?

All right. You don't cost me money,

you make it.

The picture's a big investment,

I want it finished.

Afterwards,

I don't care what happens to you.

There's more where you came from.

I'll just write you off.

Nurse.

So we're up. Doesn't it feel good?

Sorry to barge in like this,

but I forgot my book.

Hello?

Here it is.

Ms. Clover,

I have a favor to ask you for my sister.

She's your greatest fan,

and she's just dying for your autograph.

- Thank you, Ms. Clover. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Walter Baines here.

Mr. Swan's expecting you

at 7 in the morning. I'll send a car.

Ms. Clover? Are you disconnected?

Ow!

Here's the situation.

I'm pushing 17,

and I'm America's Little Valentine.

I've been married for one day.

Then I got insulted and divorced.

The Prince of Darkness took me in his arms.

And I almost gave myself the works.

But I haven't let it go to my head.

I'm still the same happy, adjusted,

polite young lady.

And I'll bet my simple healthy instincts

against yours any day.

Hey, what happened back there?

Someone declared war.

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