Inside Daisy Clover Page #3

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Old Chap, try and concentrate.

It's not the cops or the funeral home,

it's the movies.

It's your sister. Go away, Gloria.

- Take it easy.

- Daisy.

How did you get in the act anyway?

Oh, important people

can find out anything they want to.

How is you, motherkins?

Harry sends his love.

Lay off the soft soap.

Daisy, close the door.

She seems worse.

How the hell would you know?

You haven't been around for over a year.

Everything smells of beans around here.

Where can we go for coffee?

Brazil.

Well, Miss Clover.

I'd like to meet your mother.

Okay.

Daisy, send them all away.

Do as your mother says.

Sorry to have troubled you, Mrs. Clover.

You can settle everything

with Mrs. Goslett here.

Settle what?

- You're a minor, you can't sign contracts.

Sister's been asked

to represent your interests.

You kill me.

All right, Miss Clover. You report

to work next week. Mm-hm.

Incredible as it may seem,

I'm gonna make something out of you.

- What?

- Money. There's a certain mixture...

...of orphan and clown

that always packs them in.

It's got a dirty face, heart of gold,

and it sings.

It doesn't smoke, or bite its fingernails,

or cut its hair without permission.

It becomes America's Little Valentine.

And it goes to the top of the tree.

Oh! Whoa!

We're on fire. Help, help.

- Mother needs help.

Help.

Help, help.

No, no, baby, you can't.

- Let me go, let me go.

Mother was always a cannon.

- Baby, you can't go in there, no.

Let me go.

No, baby,

sister is just looking out for you.

Please. Ugh!

Come on out of there, Old Chap.

Come on out.

Come out, Mother.

Let me go.

She may have fallen asleep.

She'll wake up, come on.

- Come on out.

Wake up now.

Daisy?

Hey, it's getting pretty hot in there, huh?

They're ready for you now, Miss Clover.

Come over here, Daisy.

Sit down.

Mrs. Goslett?

Now, now, baby, you've gotta face facts.

Our mother set fire to her own house...

...so she needs special attention

in a special place.

- Right, Harry?

Right.

I mean, a mother, who,

well, plays cards all day...

...just isn't seriously on the job.

It's not that we think

she's completely loco, kid.

It's just that she'd be happier

in an institution.

Not an institution, a...

- A special place.

Right.

- You can't do it.

Well, it's been done.

I read a magazine article.

It said as long as you can concentrate,

your mind is still okay.

- Look, our mother can't concentrate.

- The Dealer is no trouble.

She can make coffee, she heats up beans,

and she can read the newspaper headlines.

Look, the law's on my side.

And I've signed the papers.

You creep.

Look, I know...

- Harry, Harry, Harry.

- Dirty, fool, stupid garbage can.

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