Sabrina Page #8

Linus!

Why didn't you tell me? You do want

to take me with you, don't you?

These don't mean

what you think they mean.

I know why you didn't tell me.

You think it's wrong.

They'll say I'm too young,

there'll be a scandal,

and the market will go down.

Linus Larrabee Esquire

is taking me to Paris.

Sabrina, I... wasn't going

to take you to Paris.

I was going to send you.

- Alone?

- Yes, all alone.

But there's a ticket for you.

For an empty cabin.

- You were joining me in Paris?

- I'm afraid not.

- I think I understand.

- I'm sorry.

But why? Why did you do it, Linus?

High finance. Expansion.

Marriage. A merger.

A new plaque on the Larrabee

Building. You got in the way.

- David?

- That's right.

How inconsiderate of me.

And how inconvenient for you,

such a busy man, having to waste

so much time to get me on a boat.

I'm ashamed to say

I enjoyed every minute of it.

And I suppose, in your empty cabin,

there would have been

a farewell note,

dictated to and typed by

Miss McCardle?

- And perhaps a few flowers.

- A little more than that.

A letter of credit.

An apartment in Paris. A car.

1,500 shares of Larrabee Preferred

for your father.

You're very generous.

We regard it

as a necessary business expense.

I'll just take one of those tickets.

I was happy in Paris.

I think you would have been, too.

Good night, Mr. Larrabee.

I'm sorry I can't stay

to do the dishes.

Good morning.

- Mr. Larrabee?

- Come in, Miss McCardle.

- Good morning.

- You're late.

I had to make my own coffee.

Worst ever.

- Sorry. I had a very bad night.

- I know exactly how you feel.

You better get that pad.

We have things to do.

I used your theatre tickets

and took my mother.

Are you ready?

Call Larrabee Shipping.

Tell them to radio our tankers

bound for Puerto Rico to turn back.

Tell Larrabee Construction

to stop work on the plant.

- We're cancelling the merger.

- We are?

I want Mr. Larrabee Senior,

Mr. Tyson and Miss Elizabeth Tyson

here in this office.

Get a large bottle

of smelling salts.

- We're calling off the wedding.

- We are?

When's your mother's birthday?

I'm sending her 2,000 gardenias.

Here's a ticket for the Libert.

Transfer it to the name

of David Larrabee.

Get his passport out.

Make sure it's in order.

Locate David. The boat sails at noon.

I've called the house

and he isn't there.

Try Dr. Calaway.

Try everywhere, but get him.

Do you want me to send those presents

to Miss Fairchild's cabin?

- No. We're sending David instead.

- Good morning.

The stitches are out.

It's as good as new.

Congratulations.

I've been looking for you.

I've been looking for you.

- You're leaving for Paris today.

- No kidding?

With Sabrina.

She's going to be on the boat.

Uh-huh?

Does she have to be in here?

Alright, Miss McCardle.

You've got a lot of work to do.

Aren't you pleased?

What's the matter?

I saw Sabrina when she came home

last night. Found her packing.

What did she say?

- Nothing. She just kissed me.

- What's wrong with that?

I may know nothing about Dow Jones

but I know about kisses.

You could lecture on that at Vassar.

This one tasted like a goodbye kiss.

- You're just imagining things.

- No, it had a few tears in it.

It took me until this morning

to add two and two together,

like two champagne glasses

and the plastics deal and Sabrina.

- You know what I got?

- What?

Sorry to do it

to a tired businessman.

That's alright.

Well, now we're even.

Go home and start packing.

I'll take care of Elizabeth.

I'm calling off the merger.

Miss McCardle has your passport

and ticket.

Let her know if you need money.

I want you and Sabrina to have

a good time in Paris. Goodbye.

What makes you so sure

Sabrina still wants me?

She's wanted you all her life.

Until you came along

in that silly homburg.

Straighten that silly hat and go.

You'll miss the boat.

Don't worry, I won't miss the boat.

I'm going.

Funniest thing.

Linus Larrabee, the man

who doesn't burn, scorch or melt,

throws a $20-million deal

out the window.

Are you sure

you don't want to go with her?

Why should I want to go with her?

You're in love with her.

You won't be annoyed if I cry

at the boat, will you, Sabrina?

I'll be disappointed

if you don't, Father.

I'd feel better if you'd be angry

with me for allowing this to happen.

It wasn't your fault, Father.

It was mine.

I should have believed you.

There's a front seat

and a back seat

and a window in between.

If it's any consolation,

one good thing's come out of it.

You did get over David, didn't you?

Dear David.

Yes, I did get over that. I'm cured.

Now, how to get over the cure!

It wouldn't have worked out really.

The papers would have said

how fine and democratic

for a Larrabee

to marry the chauffeur's daughter.

But would they praise

the chauffeur's daughter? No.

Democracy can be

a wickedly unfair thing.

Nobody poor

was ever called democratic

for marrying somebody rich.

Why don't we start this meeting

and sign the papers?

We're waiting for David, of course.

That boy has no sense of time,

of direction.

As a matter of fact,

he has no sense. Where is he?

We'll get to that in a minute.

Here are the smelling salts.

I got you the largest size.

Look what I bought him

for Waikiki Beach.

I hope they're loud enough.

I hope they're returnable.

I see no need for any further delay.

Suppose we get down to business?

What about David?

That's a very good question. Not yet.

Mr. Tyson, members of the board...

Are you with us, Father?

Present.

We are here to put our signatures

to the Larrabee-Tyson merger.

Much effort has gone into making

this union possible.

Long hours.

Many obstacles to overcome.

Nobody knows better than I.

However... Not yet.

However, sometimes even the most

conscientious of businessmen

can botch up a deal

for one reason or another.

Understand, I don't mean to say

that our merger has hit a snag,

or failed to gel,

or gone up in smoke,

or fallen through.

Let me put it this way, gentlemen.

It has sailed away.

I seem to have missed something.

Would you mind starting again?

Now, Miss McCardle.

Elizabeth, I hate to break the news,

but at this very moment,

your fianc, David Larrabee...

Is late, as usual.

Hello, everybody. Hello, darling.

Hello, Linus. How are you?

What are you doing here?

I heard there was a board meeting.

Where are the contracts?

- Where's Sabrina?

- Sabrina? Who's Sabrina?

- That name!

- She's on the boat, I guess.

But the boat has sailed.

- And there she goes.

- Who goes?

- Sabrina.

- Who is Sabrina?

- Why did you do it?

- Do what?

She's all alone out there.

Not according

to the afternoon papers.

It says here that Linus Larrabee,

that's you,

and Sabrina Fairchild, that's she,

have reserved adjacent deck chairs

on the Libert, sailing today.

All columnists should be beaten

to a pulp and converted into paper.

Did you plant this?

Me? I thought it was common knowledge

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