Sabrina Page #4

Please.

I haven't seen you in years.

I'm not sure I ever saw you.

Come with me.

For a little while.

- We could just go--

- To the solarium?

What?

It has to be the solarium.

And you bring

a bottle of champagne...

and you put the glasses in

the back pockets of your jacket.

I don't think there are

any back pockets to my jacket.

You were paying attention.

And the orchestra will play...

""How Can I Remember?''

Yes.

I'll have them do that.

And then afterwards...

I'll wake up.

Great.

Thank you very much.

Appreciate it.

See you later.

- You got a minute?

- Not right now, actually.

- I have an appointment.

- Sure you do.

David, what are you doing?

Are you insane?

Right smack dab in front

of your prominent...

and paranoid future in-laws...

you are hustling

the chauffeur's daughter!

- We were dancing.

- Stop dancing.

I can't have a drink and a dance

with an old friend?

Do I look stupid?

I never thought of myself

as stupid, but maybe I am.

- I didn't do anything.

- You were planning to!

- How do you know?

- You're kidding, right?

David, you're like my own son.

I am your own son, Mother.

Exactly!

I endured 2 1 hours of hard labor

to bring you into the world.

The doctors begged me

to take drugs...

but I kept saying I wouldn't

do anything to hurt my child.

Well, I've changed my mind.

You screw up with Elizabeth,

and I'll kill you.

I don't know.

There's something about Sabrina.

I think--

I know this sounds crazy--

but I think

I'm falling in love with her.

- Oh, God!

- Listen, I didn't plan this.

I can't help it.

She's so--

Something. Sensational.

The last time you found

someone sensational...

it cost the family

a million and a half dollars.

- This time it's different.

- Oh, that's so original.

What about Elizabeth?

You finally find the right girl--

Who's got the right parents

who own the right company.

- You asked her to marry you.

- Actually, she asked me.

Mother, go outside

and blow out your candles.

Can't we send somebody?

What do you think Sabrina wants?

She's lived her whole life

above that garage...

with her nose pressed against

the glass or in that tree...

watching us at parties.

Now you invite her to one.

You're in your Rolex jacket

or whatever.

You tell her to meet you

in the solarium.

She knows you'll show up

with a bottle of champagne.

That has nothing to do with it.

She knows what's coming.

The jet to Martha's Vineyard.

The cottage

full of food and flowers.

House seats to some sold-out show.

Drinks at the Carlyle.

A day or two of that,

she'd fall for Noriega.

You don't know her

or the way she makes me feel.

I can't be engaged to somebody

when I feel like this.

- Sit down.

- I can't talk about this now.

Just sit down.

- What?

- I sat on the glasses!

Don't move. Get Dr. Calloway.

He's at the bar.

- Who put glasses on the chair?

- I'm bleeding.

- Could we talk about this later?

- Oh, my God!

Linus, stay with him.

Darling, don't worry.

Just elevate something.

God.

Bad?

Sabrina.

She's waiting for me.

I'll take care of her.

Hello, Sabrina.

I have a message from David.

He won't be able to make it.

He sent me.

I'm sorry. You're upset.

Of course.

Yes. No.

I don't know.

I'm a little tired.

Why didn't he come?

He was on his way.

He had a slight accident.

He sat on a champagne flute.

- Is he okay?

- He's in the emergency room.

Emergency room?

It was a sharp flute.

That's a little joke.

Should I drive over to see him?

He'll be fine.

Couple of stitches.

You can see him tomorrow.

- What's this for?

- Part of the message from David.

They've sent you to deal with me,

haven't they?

They?

Like a lawyer in a movie.

He goes

to the unsuitable waitress...

or showgirl

or chauffeur's daughter...

and says the family is prepared

to offer you $ 100,000...

to stay away from their son.

""No,'' she says. ""150,000.''

200,000.

No.

A million.

No self-respecting lawyer

would offer less.

No self-respecting waitress...

would take it.

Good girl.

I've loved him all my life.

Have you?

I thought I was over it.

Surprise, surprise.

You don't object?

Object? To you?

Look at you.

It's as though a lovely breeze

has swept through this whole house.

Even though the breeze...

comes from the general direction

of the garage?

It's the '90s, Sabrina.

So they say.

How can I remember things

that never happened

Arms that never held me

Lips I've never kissed

They played that the night before

I left for Paris.

They often do play that.

He was dancing

right here with someone.

Yeah.

He often does do that.

And tonight

you wanted it to be you.

- I don't know why or when or where

- It's all in the family.

I feel suspended

In the air

Somewhere between

the dream and the memory

I never thought of you

as a dancer.

Crazy about it.

Call me Bojangles

at the office.

In all those years,

I never saw you do this--

meet a girl here

with champagne.

Never did it before.

You never had to before.

Is it impossible to believe

that I want to dance...

with the prettiest girl

at the party?

Thank you.

Yes, it is impossible

to believe.

Then you don't know me.

I almost forgot.

The rest of the message

from David.

Thanks. I needed that.

- What am I doing?

- No, I apologize.

No, I should never have--

You have my handprint on your face.

Maybe it's better if you

pick up your messages in person.

You'll see David tomorrow.

Good night.

Mack, I'm gonna stay out here

for the next two days.

Cancel whatever I've got

and reschedule.

Have the plane stand by

for 9:
00 a.m. tomorrow morning...

and set up

the Vineyard cottage.

I don't know.

Flowers, candles, singers.

- Wonderful party, Linus.

- Thank you.

Call David's secretary.

It's the only thing she ever does.

Why not? Hell, I'm up.

You're up.

You weren't?

Well, call her anyway.

Thank you very much for coming.

Good to see you. Good night.

Jesus. A dog.

What is there, an epidemic

of sleeping sickness?

Okay, listen.

David can't stand pain, so I want

you to give him a combination...

of morphine and--

I don't--

Okay, not morphine,

but something strong...

and mixed with a sleeping tablet

like Halcion.

They haven't proved that, Frank.

We have no idea.

Maude thinks they were left

on the chair by some guest.

He's not gonna sue

his own mother.

Well, he's not me.

Wait, you're not going

to work that way, are you?

- Give us a moment?

- Sure, Mr. Larrabee.

Tyson say anything

after I left last night?

He wondered where

everybody had gone.

Maybe I should talk to Sabrina.

And say what?

""Sabrina, you're very lovely...

but David has

a short attention span.

He's just jerking your chain.''

Can I say that to a woman?

""Jerking your chain''?

- When's Elizabeth due back?

- Thursday.

Should we try to

get her back sooner?

I don't want him trying

to break off the engagement.

This all happened in 24 hours.

I can make it unhappen in 48.

I like Sabrina. I always have.

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