Sabrina Page #2

Listen, Linus,

she's a real woman.

- She's not a, you know--

- Transvestite?

She's not a bimbo.

She's a doctor.

- Pediatrician, actually.

- How did you meet her?

I was at this party, and the host's

kid got sick with something.

I rushed him over

to Lennox Hill Emergency...

and she was the resident on duty,

and we just hit it right off.

How'd the sick kid make out?

When you guys meet her,

just try to make me look good.

I know I look good,

but try to make me sound good.

Mention my accomplishments.

My qualities.

You can be creative.

Lie, okay?

She says her folks know you.

- What's her name?

- Elizabeth Tyson.

Tyson Electronics Tyson?

- Tyson I don't know Tyson.

- Here's a toughie.

Which one works for a living?

Wow, great hat, Mother.

Good morning, blue eyes.

Bring her around.

We'll try and make you look good.

You guys work Sundays now?

It's Wednesday, David.

Guess what.

David's taking out

Patrick Tyson's daughter.

- Well, well, well.

- Yes, sir?

Mack, give me Harvey.

Harvey, I want you to start

buying up chunks of Tyson stock.

Not so much that anybody

would notice. That's it.

I hope she doesn't

look like Patrick.

For once your father didn't lie.

- You are lovely.

- Thank you.

- I'm Maude.

- Pleasure.

I've heard a lot about you

from my father.

- And you're really a doctor?

- No, he made that up.

She was just promoted

to assistant head of pediatrics...

and I told her the hospital

can count on us...

for a couple million dollars.

Is he a world-class

philanthropist, or what?

Just squeeze.

I like Louis.

He's funny and sweet

and such a good photographer.

But someone is in the way.

Is it this David

you mentioned casually...

40 or 50 times

when you first came over?

He sounds, perhaps,

like an illusion.

He keeps me company.

You think so?

Illusions are dangerous people.

They have no flaws.

I came here from Provence...

alone, uneducated.

For eight months--

no, more than that-- a year...

I sat in a cafe,

I drank coffee...

and I wrote nonsense

in a journal.

And then, somehow...

it was not nonsense.

I went for long walks...

and I met myself in Paris.

You seem embarrassed

by loneliness--

by being alone.

It's only a place to start.

- I'm sorry about your party.

- It's okay.

Are you hungry?

I'm starving.

Tell you what I'll do.

I'll draw you a hot bath,

whip us up a superb omelet.

Do you have eggs, cheese,

green pepper, tomato?

No green pepper.

No tomato.

Oh, well,

then I'll just whip us up...

a somewhat superb omelet.

David, you are the best.

You mean, making a hot bath

and an omelet are...

roughly on par with saving

a five-year-old kid's life?

It'll save my life.

God, you're easy on me.

Okay. Then why

don't you marry me?

Okay. Why don't I?

- Don't kid about stuff like that.

- Okay...

why don't I?

You know what it is?

Yeah, that thing

where you hang together a lot...

and sleep in the same room...

and button each other's

hard-to-reach buttons--

Then I accept.

Really?

Why?

Mr. Larrabee?

David, what a nice surprise.

He's in a meeting.

He's at lunch--

Ron. Ron.

I need to talk to you.

I'm in a meeting.

When was the last time

I came here?

You're right.

I wondered why I was suddenly

being treated with so much respect.

Something bothering you, David?

You been pushing me

into this relationship...

so you could engineer

a merger with Tyson.

Pushing you? I could burn in hell

for the lies I told about you.

You begged me to make you

look good in front of Elizabeth.

You never said a word about

making an offer to Patrick--

""Talk about my accomplishments,''

you said.

""My qualities.

Be creative.''

""Lie,'' you said.

I can't do this, Linus.

I'm not ready to make

this kind of commitment.

Oh, I see. She must have asked

for an actual wedding date.

I don't know what came over me.

She was healing children.

I was in a tuxedo.

I'm not in any position

to take care of a wife.

Elizabeth is a doctor

and a millionaire, David.

She won't be a burden.

You don't deserve her,

but she appears to love you.

Doesn't that worry you

a little bit?

I mean,

about her mental health.

This is all

just a coincidence.

- It's an opportunity.

- ""Opportunity.''

What do you expect me to do?

Disqualify myself

from a billion-dollar merger...

because I might have

family connections?

What are you doing?

It was just a question!

Look at this thing.

Not a scratch.

Is this some new way

of changing the subject?

No one in the world has

a flat-panel screen this size...

except Patrick Tyson, and

the damn thing's indestructible.

He's sitting on

the hottest technology in town...

and everyone

on Wall Street knows it.

We've got so much competition on

this merger that any advantage--

- You're talking about my life.

- I pay for your life.

My life

makes your life possible.

- I resent that.

- So do I.

Look at yourself.

You went to law school.

You never took the bar.

You went to business school.

I can't get you near the office.

You studied languages

you don't speak...

instruments you don't play.

You have girlfriends

you never see more than twice.

Do you see a pattern here?

Who are you to lecture me

about closeness?

Your idea

of a long-term relationship...

is giving your date

a chance to order dessert.

I don't have time for dessert.

I'm too busy with this company.

You're a grown man, David.

Finish something.

Elizabeth Tyson's the best thing

that ever happened to you...

and you told me so yourself.

I would like

to propose a toast.

To my baby girl...

Dr. Elizabeth Tyson,

talented MD.

And to my future son-in-law,

David Larrabee, lucky SOB.

Just kidding, David.

No, we're all very lucky.

Not only is this the joining

forever of two gorgeous people...

but two gorgeous companies.

Hear, hear.

I want to wish you all the luck

and happiness you deserve.

And...

may your first child

be a masculine child.

It's from Serpico.

Tell Yoshi to bring

the Port de Bello.

- You're quite a linguist.

- Yes.

I traveled a lot

before I married Patrick.

I was a stewardess.

Now they call them

flight attendants.

Oh, really?

I bet I could still get your

seat back in the upright position.

Whenever they try to be funny,

it comes out perverse...

or terrifying.

- I see.

- You'll get used to it.

...to be sure to tell you

that she misses you...

and sends all of you her love.

But what does she say

about the engagement?

You didn't tell her.

I don't know how.

I don't know what to say.

You say,

Darling Sabrina--

Your life is a dream,

and now it is over.

I know,

because we Spaniards--

My dearest Sabrina.:

Although I am sure

this will come as a shock...

it is my belief that what

I am about to tell you...

is all for the best.

I know how strongly you have

always felt about this...

and so I have been

reluctant to write.

I am in Paris,

but you are somewhere else.

I'm sorry, Louis.

I shouldn't have done this.

I would like to help...

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