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Daisy Jones Script

Daisy visits Simone at a posh bungalow owned by her record label, where Simone shares her aspirations of becoming a singer. As they bond over music and personal ambitions, Daisy reveals her desire for experiences rather than relationships, and Simone encourages her to share her writing. The moment culminates in Simone praising Daisy's work, marking a significant turning point in Daisy's life.

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Daisy Jones Script

Daisy visits Simone at a posh bungalow owned by her record label, where Simone shares her aspirations of becoming a singer. As they bond over music and personal ambitions, Daisy reveals her desire for experiences rather than relationships, and Simone encourages her to share her writing. The moment culminates in Simone praising Daisy's work, marking a significant turning point in Daisy's life.

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31.

EXT/ INT SIMONE’S HOUSE - LAUREL CANYON - LATER

Daisy follows Simone to the front door of a posh-looking


bungalow. She’s surprised.

DAISY
Whose house is this?

SIMONE
The label owns it. They’re letting
me crash here until my album comes
out.

DAISY
Your album?
AM
They walk in. Daisy takes in the posh surroundings.

SIMONE
Everybody’s hoping I’m the next
Tina Turner. Goddamn I hope they’re
right...

DAISY
I had no idea you were a singer.
AZ
SIMONE
Well, technically I’m a waitress.
But... not for long.

DAISY
That’s so exciting!

SIMONE
O
You sing?

Daisy looks over to her. Shakes her head.

DAISY
N
Not really...

As Daisy continues to poke around the place, Simone goes to


the Kitchen, opens the fridge, calls out to her.

SIMONE
Red or white?

Daisy downs another pill.

DAISY
Either will do.

Simone brings her a glass of wine. Daisy takes it.


32.

SIMONE
Cheers.

Simone raises her glass. Daisy clinks. Simone walks over to


the turntable.

DAISY
Who was that asshole back there?

SIMONE
Nobody really. Some guy I met
Ciro’s. Seemed nice at the time...

Simone takes out Carole King’s Tapestry, drops the needle. “I


Feel The Earth Move” starts to play.
AM
SIMONE
You dating Wyatt Stone from the
Breeze?

Daisy shrugs as if to say “sort of.”

SIMONE
You in love with him?

DAISY
AZ
(matter-of-fact)
No.

SIMONE
Why not?

Daisy comes over and sits down with Simone.


O
DAISY
I’m 17.
(off her look)
Almost.
(beat)
N
I don’t want a boyfriend. I want to
live a little, try new things, have
some experiences...

SIMONE
I think you’re confusing
“substances” for “experiences.” But
sure...

Daisy thinks about that, has to acknowledge she’s probably


right. They sit and listen to the music a beat. Daisy looks
at Simone. She’s not familiar with this.

SIMONE
Good, right?
33.

DAISY
It’s really good.
(beat)
Who is she?

SIMONE
Carole King.

Daisy doesn’t think she knows her.

SIMONE
Oh you know Carole King.
(singing)
“One Fine Day... You’ll look at me-
e-e-e.”
AM
DAISY
The Chiffons! I love that song.

SIMONE
“Up On the Roof.” “Pleasant Valley
Sunday.” “I’m Into Something Good.”
The “Loco-fucking-motion.”

Daisy can’t believe it. She knows all those songs.


AZ
SIMONE
She wrote a ton of hits for other
people.
(beat)
But this right here is different.
This shit is personal. That’s why
she’s singing it herself. In her
own voice.
O
Daisy listens a few more beats. It sounds even better to her
now. She closes her eyes. Simone just watches Daisy absorb it
all. She smiles.
N
SIMONE
You want that too, don’t you?

Daisy opens her eyes. Looks at Simone.

DAISY
How did you --

SIMONE
I told you, honey, I’ve seen you
all over the place. The Riot House.
The Whiskey. London Fog...
(beat)
Most of them girls are there for
the drugs. Or the sex.
(MORE)
34.

SIMONE (CONT'D)
Or the stories to tell their
friends in the morning. But not
you. You’re there for the music.

Daisy is surprised someone has seen her so clearly. It


doesn’t jibe with her feeling so invisible.

SIMONE
Yeah I see you...

A nice beat between them.

SIMONE
Now show me that book of yours.
AM
DAISY
What?

SIMONE
You heard me...

Daisy shakes her head. No way.

SIMONE
What are you afraid of?
AZ
DAISY
Nothing, I just... I can’t --

SIMONE
Of course you can.

Daisy is still adamant. There’s no way.


O
Simone regards her a beat.

SIMONE
You’re gonna have to trust somebody
some day...
N
She holds Daisy’s gaze.

And then, for whatever reason, in this moment with Simone,


Daisy decides it’s ok.

She reaches into her bag, takes out her notebook. Hands it to
her.

Simone reads for a bit. Carole King continues to play. At one


point, Simone looks up at Daisy. And then back at the pages.
Daisy completely dying inside. Until finally...

SIMONE
This is good.
35.

Daisy shakes her head.

SIMONE
No, for real...

Daisy could cry right now. In fact she almost does. She’s
never heard anyone say anything like this to her.

CUT TO:

Daisy Jones looks at the CAMERA. A long beat.

DAISY JONES
That girl changed my life.
AM
CUT TO:

INT LAUNDROMAT - HAZELTON - DAY

A WOMAN we haven’t met yet doing her laundry. Tiny, long


brown hair down to her waist, big brown eyes, a nursing
textbook next to the pile.

This is CAMILA MARTINEZ (19).


AZ
We follow her gaze across the room to find Billy, who is also
there doing his laundry. Billy sees her looking over at him.

The next time she looks over, Billy locks eyes with her. He
smiles. She looks away as if trying not to stare. Billy
chuckles to himself. Seems like this has been happening quite
a bit to him recently.
O
After a beat, Camila walks over to him. He’s not surprised.

CAMILA
I’m sorry, um... are you --
N
BILLY
I sure am, beautiful. Billy Dunne.
Pleasure to meet you.

She just looks at him.

CAMILA
(beat)
Are you done with that machine?

And his smile collapses.

BILLY
Oh.
(beat)
(MORE)

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