Inside Daisy Clover

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The 24th of August, 1936.

ngel Beach, California, U.S.A.

The world, the universe. ngel Beach.

I'm 15 today,

but I won't let it go to my head.

I'm still the same happy, adjusted,

polite young lady.

People say

I'm quite sophisticated for my age.

That's only skin deep.

Underneath the veneer...

...I'll bet my simple healthy instincts

against yours any day.

Look, Mrs. Clover,

were there any distinguishing marks?

I never heard of a distinguishing mark.

It's anything special about a person

like a scar or a missing tooth.

- Where you been? You had your breakfast?

- Yeah.

- This your daughter?

- Well, it's not my mother.

Mr. Clover never lost a tooth.

Your mother called us

to report the sad news about your father.

Does Mr. Clover often fail to come home?

It's too long ago to remember.

I haven't seen him in seven years.

You waited seven years

to report your husband's disappearance?

I only started to miss him this morning.

Human nature.

Photographs never did him justice,

but he looked exactly like this.

Okay, Mrs. Clover, you've had your fun.

Yeah, well, I certainly have not.

He's got a button missing.

Hey, how long

has your mother been like this?

Like what?

Like that.

The Dealer's been a little moody

since Mr. Clover took a powder, that's all.

- The Dealer?

- The Old Chap.

I call her The Dealer

because she plays a lot of cards.

- Well, that's no way to live.

- Oh, live and let live.

What do you do for money?

Mr. Clover left us some government bonds.

Plus his gold cuff links by mistake.

- What was your father's profession?

- He invented things.

What things?

Oh, like musical earrings, you know.

He got the idea from cowbells.

That one never caught on.

I'd better figure out

what kind of report to make.

Hey, wait.

Listen, take my advice

and drop the whole thing.

It's no good asking Daisy questions.

She doesn't remember as well as I do.

The cards are giving me nothing

but trouble this morning.

Hey, Old Chap?

After all this time,

you really want that old joker back?

Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

It's none of his business.

- Some people got no imagination!

- Yeah.

Milton.

Hey.

- You stinking sneak.

Daisy.

- You stinking sneak.

How is business?

Like to buy me out?

My folks get back from Hawaii tomorrow.

You said that yesterday.

I forgot about the time belt.

You gotta come down to the store and see

that Victorian brass bedstead we got.

It's fantastic.

- I can see it when your folks get back.

- You said that yesterday.

Daisy, dear,

when can I expect my Myrna Loy?

Oh, she just came in.

Milton, why don't you keep busy

in the summer vacation like I do.

Get your mind off it.

I helped my father move furniture

around the store for a whole month.

But it didn't take my mind off it.

Nothing takes my mind off of it.

Here she is.

You know,

even our handwriting's the same.

- Thanks, Daisy.

- Okay.

"'I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good. '

Daisy Clover. "

Oh!

You sing?

What's the matter?

Wanna be a singer or something?

What's the matter with wanting

to be a singer or something?

Don't you want to be anything?

I'm gonna be kept

by some rich older dame.

- It happens if you're good at it.

- Then get to work.

Daisy, what are you doing in there?

- I'm frying up fish burgers.

I got beans and hot chocolate too.

It's my birthday,

and I want a party, damn it.

Stay off those four-letter words.

There's too many of them around.

- Try and concentrate. It's my birthday.

- You take an awful lot for granted.

Well, the 24th of August

has always been my birthday.

- That's your story.

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