Sabrina Page #6

Put the coffee on in ten minutes.

- Fairchild, I need you tonight.

- Yes, sir.

- I'm taking Sabrina out again.

- Yes, sir.

Would you have her at my office

at seven?

Yes, sir.

Anything wrong, Fairchild?

I would prefer not to be involved

in these dates with my daughter.

It makes for

a rather awkward situation.

- That never occurred to me. Sorry.

- It's just not right, sir.

I like to think of life

as a limousine.

We're all driving together, but

there's a front seat, a back seat

and a window in between.

Fairchild, I never realised it,

but you're a terrible snob.

Yes, sir.

Alright, have her drive

in herself, in David's car.

Thank you, sir.

It's all so distressing.

First Mr. David, now you. I wish

Sabrina had stayed in Paris.

So do I.

May I ask, sir,

what exactly are your intentions?

My intentions? Unethical,

reprehensible but very practical.

I beg your pardon?

With your permission, I'm shipping

your daughter back to Paris.

- You are, sir?

- I'm going to try to.

May I ask how, sir?

First class, of course.

Don't worry about money.

It's not money I'm worried about.

It's Sabrina.

- I don't want her to get hurt.

- I'll be as gentle as I can.

I hope so.

She's just a displaced person.

She doesn't belong in a mansion

but then she doesn't belong

above a garage either.

Alright!

The meeting of the board of directors

will now come to order.

As chairman, I would like to say

at the outset...

The chairman is so dizzy.

Meeting adjourned.

Have a frozen daiquiri.

I once saw an office like this in

Fortune magazine at my dentist's.

Has David got an office like this?

- Something like this, only larger.

- Larger?

Instead of a desk,

he has a putting green.

Please,

before my fingers get frostbitten.

- Is this the ledge?

- What ledge?

You know, the ledge. That woman.

When you almost...

Oh, the ledge.

Yes, that's the ledge alright.

What made you not do it?

There were some children playing

hopscotch on the sidewalk.

I'm very fond of those children.

Look at all these gadgets. You press

a button and factories go up.

Or you pick up a telephone

and 100 tankers set out for Persia.

Or through a Dictaphone you say,

"Buy all of Cleveland

and move it to Pittsburgh. "

You must be clever.

It's just a knack,

like juggling three oranges.

It isn't oranges, it's millions.

Suppose you dropped one?

Suppose I did? What's at the end

of a million? Nothing. A circle.

- Sabrina...

- Yes, Linus?

Can you keep a secret?

Yes, of course you can.

I want you to look out there. Uptown.

- You see the French Line pier?

- Yes.

- You see the boat?

- Yes.

That's the Libert. It sails on

Thursday. I'm going to be on it.

- You are?

- Yes, I am.

I'm sick of pushing buttons in this

office. I'm breaking out, Sabrina.

- I'm running away.

- Good for you!

I've been thinking about Paris

ever since you mentioned it.

It'll make a new person out of you.

You'll double your money back.

I'm so glad you're going.

Or am I?

It's 7:
35, Mr. Larrabee. You have

a reservation at The Colony.

Thank you.

Ready, Sabrina?

Tout de suite,

as they say in Paris.

Curtain is at 8:
40. I used your

brother's name at The Colony

to get the darkest corner!

I'm sorry, Mr. Larrabee.

This is what you do

on your very first day in Paris.

You get yourself, not a drizzle,

but some honest-to-goodness rain,

and you find yourself

someone really nice

and drive her through

the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi.

The rain's very important.

That's when Paris smells

its sweetest.

- It's the damp chestnut trees.

- I see.

You're very clever, Linus,

and very rich.

You can order yourself some rain.

Sure. I can order myself some rain,

I can get myself a taxi.

That's easy.

But can I find myself

someone really nice?

That's not so easy, Sabrina.

How do you say in French,

my sister has a yellow pencil?

Ma soeur a un crayon jaune.

How do you say,

my brother has a lovely girl?

Mon frre a une gentille petite amie.

And how do you say,

I wish I were my brother?

Why are you looking at me that way?

All night I've had a terrible impulse

to do something.

Never resist an impulse, Sabrina,

especially if it's terrible.

I'm going to do it.

- There.

- What's that for?

You can't go walking up

the Champs Elyses

looking like a tourist undertaker!

And another thing,

never a briefcase in Paris

and never an umbrella. There's a law.

How will I get along in Paris

without someone like you?

Who'll be there

to help me with my French,

to turn down the brim of my hat?

Suppose you meet someone on the boat,

the first day? A perfect stranger.

I have a better suppose, Sabrina.

Suppose I were ten years younger

and you weren't in love with David.

Suppose I asked you to...

I suppose I'm just talking nonsense.

I suppose so.

Suppose you sing that song again.

Slowly.

Hi! I thought you two had eloped.

I wouldn't mind, but not in my car.

- Hello, David.

- Did you have a good time?

- So-so.

- Where did you go?

We saw The Seven Year Itch

and went on to The Persian Room.

- Lousy dancer, isn't he?

- So-so.

I bet he slept through the show

then bent your ears

about Dow Jones averages

and profits taxes.

We talked about a lot of things.

How's your little, er, mishap?

Shaping up beautifully. Dr. Calaway

wants to show it to his class.

- I'm sorry, Sabrina.

- It's very funny.

Say, Linus, while I was lying

in that hammock I got a great idea.

He thinks I'm an idiot.

How does this strike you?

Plastic champagne glasses,

just in case.

Brilliant.

What else did Dr. Calaway say?

- Stitches come out Thursday.

- Thursday?

- I'm a fast healer.

- You sure are.

So if you two

have long-range plans...

I thought she'd like to see the

Stock Exchange and our Jersey plant.

Oh, I don't think so.

Then we'll just have dinner

and go to a show.

But that's all. Come Thursday,

the first team takes over.

What's with the homburg?

I guess the undertaker

had better turn in.

You'd better crawl back

into that hole in your hammock.

- Au revoir, Sabrina.

- Good night, Linus.

He's a little on the dull side,

but you can't help liking him.

- Kiss me, David.

- I'd love to, Sabrina.

Again.

That's better.

What's the matter?

You're not worried about us? I'm not.

There'll be a big stink. Who cares?

David, I don't think

I'm going to have dinner with Linus.

- I don't want to go out with him.

- Why not?

I want to be near you.

I know how you feel.

It must be an awful bore.

But if Linus wants to take you out,

be nice about it.

It's important. He's our only ally.

Father will try

to cut off my allowance

and send me to Larrabee Copper

in Butte, Montana.

We don't want to go

to Butte, Montana, do we?

Hold me close, David.

We'll have a wonderful time, darling.

We'll build a raft and drift

across the Pacific like Kon-Tiki.

Or climb the highest mountain,

like Annapurna,

just the two of us.

Keep talking, David.

We thought pink roses for the cherubs

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