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all the fragments have been removed?

Simple. We will reconstruct

the two champagne glasses.

I cannot possibly be hurting you.

The area has been anaesthetised.

It's not you. It's that song.

Sabrina?

If David were here now, you'd expect

him to kiss you, wouldn't you?

Here's a kiss from David.

It's all in the family.

- Come in.

- Hi.

How do you feel?

I never felt better in my life.

You look fine.

Has the anaesthetic worn off?

I guess it has.

I brought you a present.

What happened last night? Was Sabrina

mad because I didn't show up?

Not mad, just disappointed.

- Poor kid. What did you tell her?

- The truth.

That the family objected to her,

but you stood up like a man,

and sat down like a jerk.

23 stitches.

This ought to make you feel better.

A plastic hammock?

With a trap door. I designed it

and ran it off this morning.

On Sunday?

Why not? You were in pain,

so I had 'em open up the plant.

What a brother!

Let's try it on for size.

Come on. On your feet.

I'll never drink champagne again.

- What do you think of Sabrina?

- Wonderful girl.

- Were you nice to her?

- As nice as I could be.

What a brother. I'm still trying

to finish my poem to her.

What rhymes with glass?

Glass...

- Alas.

- Of course.

- Right on the nose.

- Linus!

Sorry, David.

If Sabrina were only here.

Hey, how about smuggling her up here?

What if Father sees her?

Yeah, we wouldn't want to spoil it.

- No, we sure wouldn't.

- Linus, do me a favour.

Any time.

It's a bore for you,

but could you keep an eye on Sabrina?

I already am. We're going sailing

this afternoon.

- Sailing?

- In your boat.

Honest? Oh, Sabrina... Tell her

we'll be off, just the two of us,

the moment the stitches are out.

- You've already made up your mind?

- Absolutely. This is it.

I wanted to make sure.

It's been it three times before.

I was blind. It's been Sabrina

since we were kids.

I just couldn't see it.

What about Elizabeth,

Father and Mother?

Elizabeth will be so broken up

she'll buy three new hats.

Mother will go to bed

with a severe headache.

Father will take to the bottle

then threaten to exile me

to Larrabee Copper in Butte, Montana.

- That's where you come in.

- How?

I don't want to go to Montana.

You are going to help me?

Oh, yes, I'm going to help you,

aren't I...?

What a brother...

How's my poor darling?

I brought you six books and Scrabble.

I'm in no condition to play

Scrabble!

That's all you are

in a condition to do.

Why were those glasses

in your pocket?

I was taking them to the tennis

court. Somebody was waiting.

Er, there was a game going on.

In the middle of the night?

That's why he needed the glasses.

Yes, that's why I needed the glasses.

- Shall we play three-handed?

- No, I've got to go sailing.

- Yes, he's got to go sailing.

- No more false moves now.

- Yes, Linus.

- We don't want any complications.

So long, Elizabeth.

So long, Scarface.

- Good afternoon, Father.

- I thought it was your mother.

I don't mind your smoking in my room,

but not in my closet.

It's good for the moths.

Now, that girl over the garage...

- David wants to run off with her.

- With the chauffeur's daughter?

I don't care who he runs off with so

long as it's not the plastics merger.

- It's simple. We'll fire Fairchild.

- Not after 25 years.

Then a nice cheque

will make her forget David.

She doesn't want money,

she wants love.

Didn't they discontinue that model?

The last of the romantics.

L'amour, toujours I'amour.

Why pick on David?

Why not someone else?

We will do our best.

Is that the idea?

Have you got someone in mind for her?

- Yep.

- Who?

- Oh, no!

- What's the matter?

- Not you, Linus?

- It's no fun for me.

I've got a whole deskful of work.

There's the sulphur deal.

The Puerto Rican operation

has to be set in motion.

And I'm about to make

an ass of myself with a girl of 22.

Look at me! Joe College,

with a touch of arthritis.

Could you use this,

sailing into the sunset?

- I wish I were dead.

- Just a thought.

Music might help. I had a portable

phonograph in my freshman days.

I only hope you remember

what to do with a girl.

It'll come back to me.

It's like riding a bicycle.

This is a very unusual song.

Is it popular?

- Yes.

- Why haven't I heard it?

You've been in Paris for two years.

- How did they think of those words?

- They are clever, aren't they?

- May I play another?

- Of course.

- You need dusting.

- I beg your pardon?

- I didn't mean you, Linus!

- Thank you.

- How's David?

- Better, now he's flat on his back.

I miss him.

Not that I'm not having a good time.

Sabrina, would you mind if we...

turned this off?

- Why?

- Because.

- Don't you like it?

- I used to like it.

Certain songs

bring back memories to me, too.

Did you love her?

- I'd rather not talk about it.

- I'm sorry.

That's alright.

So strange to think of you

being touched by a woman.

I always thought you walked alone.

No man walks alone from choice.

As a child, I used to watch you

from the window over the garage.

Coming and going,

always wearing your black homburg,

carrying a briefcase and an umbrella.

I thought you could never belong

to anyone, never care for anyone.

Oh, yes, the cold businessman,

way up in his executive suite.

Just ice water in his veins,

ticker tape coming from his heart.

And yet one day,

that same cold businessman,

high up in a skyscraper,

opens the window,

steps out on a ledge,

stands there for three hours,

wondering... if he should jump.

- Because of her?

- No, that was another woman.

Sabrina, do you find it

hard to believe

someone might want to blot out

everything, for sentimental reasons?

I believe it! It was

for sentimental reasons that I...

I went to Paris to blot it out.

Maybe you should go to Paris.

It helped me.

Have you ever been there?

Oh, yes. Once.

I was there for 35 minutes.

35 minutes?

Changing planes

on my way to Iraq on an oil deal.

But Paris isn't for changing planes.

It's for changing your outlook.

For throwing open the windows

and letting in...

letting in

la vie en rose.

Paris is for lovers. Maybe

that's why I stayed only 35 minutes.

Hi, David. Hello, Father.

Margaret has some dinner for you

in the kitchen.

Funny. I used to be so afraid of him.

Aren't you hungry?

Father, you've driven Linus

for so many years.

What do you know about him?

A chauffeur

keeps his eyes on the road.

Only once in a while does he glimpse

in the rear-view mirror.

If you looked a little longer,

Father, you'd find him nice.

And quite human.

Good morning, Miss McCardle. First,

a wire to Hannegang, Fort Worth.

Unable to attend Larrabee Sulphur

board meeting.

Slight hitch plastics merger.

Got that?

Next. Here's the itinerary

for tonight.

I want two tickets to

The Seven Year Itch.

Table for two at The Colony

before the show,

table for two at The Persian Room

after the show. A corner table, dark.

I'm just passing La Guardia field.

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