Sabrina

Once upon a time...

on a North coast of Long Island...

not far from New York...

there was a very,

very large mansion--

almost a castle--

where there lived a family

by the name of Larrabee.

There were servants

inside the mansion...

and servants

outside the mansion.

Boatmen to tend the boats...

and six crews of gardeners--

two for the solarium...

the rest for the grounds...

and a tree surgeon on retainer.

There were specialists

for the indoor tennis courts...

and the outdoor tennis courts...

the outdoor swimming pool

and the indoor swimming pool.

And over the garage...

there lived a chauffeur

by the name of Fairchild...

imported from England

years ago...

together with a Rolls-Royce...

and a daughter named Sabrina.

In the moonlight

When the shadows play

When the thought

of what could happen

Takes your breath away

Sighs and whispers

Quiet laughter in the air

Can make it seem that love

is everywhere

Among other things...

the Larrabees were noted

for the parties they gave.

Few people anymore give parties

the way they did.

It never rained on the night

of a Larrabee party.

The Larrabees

wouldn't have stood for it.

In the half-light

Can we trust--

There was Maude Larrabee...

who inherited

the Larrabee Corporation...

when her husband died

on the 1 3th hole at Pebble Beach.

Sweetheart, go talk

to Colonel Morgan.

He looks bored.

Senator!

Have I got somebody

I want you to meet.

Maude was on the cover

of Fortune.

There was Linus,

the older son...

who graduated

from Yale at 1 9...

and took his mother

and the company for a ride...

on the fiber-optic highway...

and turned a hundred-million-dollar

family business...

into some serious money.

I just don't feel like buying

any more networks this year.

There's never anything good on.

I said the offer

expired at 1 0:
00.

It's 1 0:
08, Robert.

Linus was on the cover of Time.

But most of all...

there was David...

the younger son...

who was in and out of many schools

and even more relationships.

He was handsome and charming

and funny and romantic.

It's so rare to meet

such a beautiful woman...

with your sense of humor

and irony...

poetry...

and hair color.

David did a Gap ad.

Sabrina?

Sabrina, come down.

She made him laugh.

- You have to finish packing.

- Am I witty?

I wonder if Paris

is far away enough.

No, really.

Do you think I'm funny?

Hilarious.

You should host a talk show.

Sabrina, the full-time observation

of David Larrabee...

is not a recognized profession.

Get out of that tree.

In a minute.

It's just you, Sabrina.

Hello, David.

I thought I heard somebody.

No, it's nobody.

How can I remember things

that never happened

Arms that never held me

Lips I've never kissed

How can I remember

Why do I keep seeing

Someone's face before me

Eyes that say they know me

Shining through the mist

Eyes that I remember

I don't know why

Or when or where

Sabrina?

You've spent more of your life

up that tree...

than you have

on solid ground.

You know how lucky we are

that Mrs. Larrabee...

has friends

who have a job for you...

so you can have

this European experience?

The time in Paris

will be so good for you.

If your mother were alive,

she'd be so happy.

- It's what she always wanted.

- What if he forgets all about me?

How can he forget someone

he doesn't know exists?

I didn't mean that.

I just meant...

there's much more to you

than this obsession.

I hope you know that.

Thanks, Dad.

Good night.

How can I remember things

That never happened

Arms that never held me

Lips I've never kissed

I need more help.

Where you going?

It's early.

It'll take me half an hour

to get out of here.

I gotta check on the Tokyo market

before it closes. Good night.

Linus, Andrea Colson told me

you just fired her son.

He's an idiot.

But she was a bridesmaid

at my wedding.

- She's one of my best friends.

- This is business, Mother.

Listen, I gotta drop something off

in David's room.

When he surfaces from this week's

love of his life...

tell him I put his suspenders

back in his closet.

You're not leaving now.

You'll miss my fireworks.

It's okay, Mother. I had a pony ride

and I got my face painted.

Good night.

Come in.

I came to say good-bye.

- What?

- Don't come out.

If I look at you, I might not

be able to get through this.

Please don't say anything.

I'm leaving tomorrow

for Paris...

and I'll be away a long time.

I don't expect you

to think about me while I'm gone.

You haven't thought about me

while I was here.

I just want to say...

I think I know you better

than anybody else.

I mean, whatever they think

or say, I know the truth...

that you're a wonderful person--

kind and generous and--

and, for what it's worth,

know that someone...

very far away is thinking of you.

So, if there's anything

I can ever do.

Could you bring me one of those

little Eiffel Tower paperweights?

Oh, my God!

Welcome to Vogue, Sabrina.

You speak no French, yes?

- No.

- No?

I mean, yes, I don't.

Sorry. Please, could you

repeat the question?

We have many shoes, you see.

Very important.

You know, I speak

very good the English.

You pull, then close the plate.

Goes to shoot.

Most important--

Belt.

Ingrid, hurry up.

I'm putting in my contacts.

Another one.

Another one.

The nice one.

Don't worry for Martine.

I tortured her.

Now she tortures you.

Succeed, you'll get someone

of your own to torture.

But you've only been there

for two weeks.

I doubt every single person

in Paris thinks you're an idiot.

Only because

I haven't met them all.

Sabrina, you're being

much too hard on yourself.

Give it a chance.

Now what matters is

you're away from here--

experiencing new things...

getting another view of the world,

finding new friends.

And not constantly

thinking about you know who!

Morning, Tom.

She's fine.

She hasn't adjusted completely.

- She's miserable. I knew it.

- I told you not to send her.

Mr. Tom, maybe this not for me

to put my hands in this...

but when I first come

to this country, I am alone...

like Sabrina.

I just weigh more.

So, I ask to God,

""Why I am here?''

I say, ""Why, God?''

But there is no answer.

So I stop crying.

It takes 1 1 years!

Thank you, Rosa.

- Did she mention David?

-Just that life without him...

is a ""hopeless abyss

of misery and despair.''

I believe those were her words.

Raise your leg.

Yes. Ooh, yeah.

Have a drink with me.

- Fairchild.

- Good morning, sir.

Hey, Linus!

Got a minute?

David, does it

ever occur to you...

that you're an officer

of the Larrabee Corporation?

I met someone.

Do you recall the address of our

building? It's 389 Park Avenue.

- I'm not kidding.

- Your office is on the 48th floor.

- This is really somebody.

- So what's the problem?

I've invited her

for dinner here Friday...

and I don't want you

and Mother to--

This girl is smart.

She's really smart.

That certainly

hasn't come up before.

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