What A Girl Wants

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My name is Daphne Reynolds|and I was born in New York City.

I've lived my whole life with my mom|in a fifth-floor walkup in Chinatown.

It's always been just the two of us,|me and Libby.

But every year on my birthday|I'd make a wish.

Make a wish, baby!

That someone else could be there too.

And every year when he didn't come...

...I'd ask my mom to tell me|the same story.

You never get tired of this one,|do you? Okay.

Once upon a time...

...there was a young,|very cool singer named Libby...

...who one day decided to go out|and see the world.

Little did she know that in the deserts|of Morocco fate was waiting for her...

...and his name was Henry.

They fell madly, passionately,|hopelessly in love...

...and were married|by the chief of a Bedouin tribe.

Henry brought her to England to meet|his family so they could get married for real.

But fate was not so kind this time.

She was definitely not|what they were expecting.

But when Henry's father suddenly died...

...Libby knew there'd be more pressure|on him to lead a certain kind of life...

...because he was now Lord Dashwood...

...and Libby was no one's idea of a lady.

Henry knows all about it.|lf you love him, you will go now.

l think you should see this.

Apparently there's someone else.

So even though it broke her heart,|she knew she had to leave him.

But a few months later, fate|gave her the greatest gift of all:

A beautiful baby girl named Daphne.

Sweet dreams, kiddo.

-Love you.|-Love you.

l can't believe you're 1 5 years old today.

Sweet dreams, Henry.

On my 1 7th birthday,|Mom and I had to work.

But it turned out to be|where my story really began.

You delivering something?

Yeah, about three hours|of watered-down rock and roll...

...and one very late waitress.

Sorry.

Watch your head.

Are you related?

-Can l park it?|-Yeah, over there.

How could he do this to me?|lt's our wedding day! Where is he?

What? l should know?|20 minutes and she's lost him already.

Very funny.

Hey, how you doing?

l'm sorry, can l borrow this? Thanks.

Thanks.

Sorry about this.|Come on, big guy, wakey-wakey.

Help! Ma!

-lt's cold and l can't get it out!|-Shout!

Shout!

-Are you done with this, sir?|-Oh, thanks.

Daphne?

-Noelle!|-What are you doing here?

l'm clearing the chicken cacciatore.

Oh, my God, that is so funny!

Guess what? l'm interning at Jenkins|and Taylor before l go to Duke, pre-law.

-What's up next for you?|-The dessert, a selection of sorbets.

-No, where are you going to college?|-The University of the Undecided.

ls that in Ohio?

Yeah.

Undecided, Ohio.

Well, l guess l better be going.|But say hey to Jenkins. And Taylor.

-But--|-lf everyone would clear the dance floor...

...the bride and her father|would like to share a special dance.

-l know. l saw the look.|-l don't want to talk about it.

Every time we do these weddings, Mom,|l see the father-daughter dances.

l just--

l can't help but think that|l'm never gonna get to do that.

l know you think you're doing the|right thing by keeping me from him--

l was trying to protect you|from getting hurt the same way l was.

You left him, remember?

lt's not like he jumped on a plane|and came after me.

Maybe he would have|if he knew l existed.

-lt's not that simple.|-Why can't you understand, Mom?

l feel like half of me is missing.

And without the other half, how am|l supposed to know who l really am?

Daph.

Getting to know someone because|they share the same DNA isn't the answer.

lt's about getting to know yourself.

Come on, let's go steal some leftovers.|Lasagna looks great.

l love you a million Swedish fish.

l love you a million red M&M's.

Taxi!

-Where to, miss?|-JFK, Virgin Atlantic.

No problem.

Maybe the answer was taking|a year or two off before college...

...to find out what I'm supposed|to do with my life.

But deep down,|I think I've always known...

...what I really need more than anything|else in the world is to find him...

...to find my dad.

Mom, you always said it was up to me|to write the rest of my story...

...but you've been writing it for me,|Mom.

Now it has to be my turn.

-Can l borrow that for a sec?|-Sure.

Great Britain Grand Hotel?

What?

-That's not it.|-lt sounded really good.

-Thanks.|-ls that a Gibson J200?

Yeah.

-Are you a musician?|-No, but l live with one back home.

My mom.

So you checking in?

-Day job?|-Yeah. One of many.

You know, life of a struggling musician.

Hey, lan, catch!

Come on, l'll show you around.

So the kitchen's through there.

Common room's down the hall.

l should warn you, the dog and bone's|on the blink and we've no lift here.

Phone is broken.

Elevator, none.

Loo's free.

Who's Lou?

We better take this slowly.

Lord Henry Dashwood announced today...

...he was giving up his hereditary seat|in the House of Lords...

...to run for election as a commoner.

Why should an accident of birth give me|the right to make decisions for people?

-The only power I want...|-My dad!

...is the power the voters choose to give|me. That's why I'm standing in this election.

Thank you.

Lord Dashwood, who will marry his fiance|Glynnis Payne this summer...

...will also inherit a stepdaughter,|the lovely Clarissa Payne.

But this surprising announcement has sent|shock waves through Westminster.

He now appears to be|an unstoppable political force.

l admit, when you first suggested|giving up your seat in the House of Lords...

...l began to question your sanity.|But, no, this is political dynamite.

l had an eccentric idea we might|actually be doing the right thing.

lt's possible to do the right thing|and still be a winner.

The latest poll puts the party six points|ahead. That's all due to you, Henry.

You're transforming the image|of the party your father loved.

He would have been so proud of you.|You're young, thrusting, idealistic...

...an impeccable reputation....

And a fabulous fiance|with all the right connections.

Sorry to interrupt, but if l don't steal him|he'll miss his speech at the Oxfam ball.

-Oh, blast it, my speech.|-Right-hand pocket, darling.

She thinks of everything.

Well, gentlemen, that seems to be all.|Thank you.

You two enjoy yourselves.

How's our boy doing?

lf he doesn't ruffle too many feathers,|he'll be the next prime minister.

Excellent.

lan, l don't know if l can do this anymore.

Daphne, he's your father.

You've flown halfway around the world|to see him. You can't turn back now.

He's got a family now, l mean....

You saw them, they're so elegant|and sophisticated. lt's like....

What would he want with me?

-Yeah, well, you got a point there.|-Shut up.

lt's just not as simple as l thought.

Maybe l should just go home|and let him get on with his life.

Can l help you, miss?

Actually, no.

Thanks.

Perfect. Absolutely wonderful.|Thank you so much. Ciao.

You haven't forgotten Lady Wrightwood's|this afternoon, have you?

She is sponsoring us for the Royal Enclosure|at Ascot. We have to be there.

l thought marrying Henry|meant we didn't have to try so hard.

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