Sabrina Page #3

run away from life,

or from love, either.

I am taking the plane home

on Friday, Father.

You needn't pick me up

at the airport.

I'll just take

the Long Island Rail Road

and you can meet me at the train -

the 4:
15.

If you should have any difficulty

recognising your daughter,

I shall be the most sophisticated

woman at the Glen Cove station.

Taxi, miss?

Cheapest rates in Glen Cove.

Hello! How are you?

Well, I'm fine. How are you?

And I might add, who are you?

- Who am I?

- Am I supposed to know?

No, you're not supposed to know.

- Are you stranded?

- My father was meant to pick me up.

Whoever your father is,

I'll be eternally grateful.

- That is if I can give you a lift.

- You can drive me home.

Good! I'll get your bags.

- Where do you live?

- Dosoris Lane.

Dosoris Lane?

Say, that's where I live!

- Really?

- Sure. We must be neighbours.

And I believe in

loving thy neighbour.

Oh, so do I.

Come on, David.

- David? Is his name David?

- Yes, it is.

That's funny. My name's David, too.

That is funny, isn't it?

Sure you don't want

to tell me your name?

Positive.

I'm having much too much fun.

Alright, if you want to play games...

- Have you always lived here?

- Most of my life.

I'd swear I know every pretty girl

on the North Shore.

You take in more territory than that.

This is maddening.

I've seen that face before.

Let me see your profile again.

I know I know you.

I have a feeling I've seen you...

with your father.

Wait!

Is your father Admiral Starratt?

Hardly.

Funny.

I keep seeing him in a uniform.

Give us a hint.

What does your father do?

- He's in transportation.

- Transportation?

- Railroads. New York Central.

- No.

- Planes. TWA.

- No.

- Boats. United States Lines.

- No.

- I pass.

- Automobiles.

Oh? Chrysler?

Yes, Chrysler and Ford

and General Motors and Rolls-Royce.

Is he on the board

of all those companies?

You might say he runs things.

- I bet my brother Linus knows him.

- He certainly does.

They often drive into town together.

They do?

Straight through to the garage,

please.

I feel so stupid I could kill myself.

You'll be alright in a minute.

Here we are.

I'm not just pretending we've met

somewhere before. We have met some...

You don't live here. I live here.

Hi, neighbour!

Sabrina!

Hello, Margaret!

It's so good to be home!

Look at you! You've come home

such a beautiful lady!

Oh, welcome home, Sabrina!

Ernest! Jenny! How are you?

Don't cry, Margaret.

It's nothing to cry about.

I bought you a hat, a Paris hat

for you to wear to church on Sundays.

Jenny, I have something for you...

Father!

I'm sorry. I had to take Mrs. Larrabee

to the hairdresser.

It doesn't matter.

I wouldn't have recognised you

anyway.

David had a little trouble,

didn't you?

Yes, I did.

I'll make coffee.

Will you come to the kitchen?

- As soon as I've opened my bags.

- I'll take them upstairs.

As old neighbours

the two of us should have a reunion.

- It's only fair.

- Tonight?

- Do you really want to see me?

- Very much.

- Sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Alright.

- We'll go out on the town.

We'll drive to New York, have

a quick drink, then go for dinner.

I know a wonderful French restaurant

on First Avenue.

I guess you wouldn't think

so much of it after Paris.

I'll love it!

We'll go dancing.

When they throw us out of El Morocco,

we'll go to the Village.

You like Dixieland bands?

I know the greatest. It's...

Wait, I forgot.

We're having a party here tonight.

With an orchestra and dancing?

That'll be even more fun.

I don't know.

A lot of dull people. Family stuff.

I don't mind if you're there.

- Sabrina?

- In a minute, Father.

I have a lovely evening dress

with yards of skirt.

- Shall I wear it?

- Why, yes, of course.

This couldn't be nicer.

A homecoming party!

I'll get the dress out

and press it.

See you tonight.

Hello, Linus. I'm back!

It's Sabrina.

Would you have recognised her?

That scrawny kid who'd run away

when she saw us,

her knees painted with Mercurochrome.

How do you like those legs now?

Aren't they something?

David, the last pair of legs

that were something

cost the family $25,000.

Look what I brought you from Paris.

Sabrina, I should have mentioned it

in a letter...

- Here. Do you like it?

- But I didn't want to upset you.

Aren't they gaudy?

Sabrina, David is engaged.

He's getting married again.

I know. Margaret wrote me.

Brandy. And this is for you to wear

on your day off.

- Then you don't care?

- Not too much. He's not married yet.

I don't like that.

I don't like the sound of it.

Father, everything has changed.

Nothing's changed.

He's still David Larrabee.

And you're still

the chauffeur's daughter.

And you're still reaching for

the moon.

No, Father.

The moon's reaching for me.

I wish the wedding were tomorrow,

David.

- Don't you?

- Yes, dear.

Ten more days.

It'll seem more like ten years.

Yes, dear.

Father had planned for us to fly

to Honolulu afterwards. I said not.

I don't want to spend the first

18 hours of my honeymoon in a plane.

- Do you?

- Yes, dear.

- David!

- What? I mean, no. What did you say?

- Aren't you interested?

- Of course, dear.

- Aren't they a sweet couple!

- Charming. Elizabeth is lovely.

Why do young men wear white jackets

in the evening?

They look like barbers!

- Now, Oliver...

- My throat's dry.

- Have you been smoking?

- I've stopped smoking.

It's sad

that after 48 years of marriage

distrust should creep

into our relationship.

I'll join the men in the library.

David? I think I ought to have

a talk with your chauffeur.

What for?

Father wants to give me a car

and your chauffeur could tell me...

Sure, sure. Of course.

- What's his name?

- Sabrina.

I mean Fairchild.

I'll talk to him. Don't bother.

Alright, darling. I know

you'll take care of everything.

What is it, David?

- Would you like to get some food?

- No, thank you.

- A drink?

- No.

- I'm terribly sorry!

- It's my fault. I didn't see you.

- Will it wash out?

- Yes.

- You'd better do it now.

- Come on, Elizabeth. I'll help you.

Sabrina!

David!

- Hello.

- You look wonderful.

- Thank you. I'm a bit late.

- I worried.

Were you afraid I'd forgotten

the address?

It crossed my mind.

- Shall we dance?

- Right here?

- Who is that girl?

- I don't know.

I wonder what happened to Elizabeth.

- What a lovely party.

- It is now.

The nicest one you've ever had.

And I've been to all your parties.

- You have?

- Standing up there in that tree.

Sabrina, if I'd only known.

Sabrina,

where have you been all my life?

- Right over the garage.

- Right over my car.

Right up in that tree.

What a fool I was.

And what a crush I had on you.

It's not too late, is it?

I don't know, David. Is it?

You should see her!

You should see Sabrina!

The prettiest girl.

The prettiest dress. The best dancer.

The belle of the ball.

- It's as if she belonged up there.

- I don't like it.

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