Sabrina Page #5

But I'm not about to kiss off

a billion dollars.

I don't care what she did

to her hair.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I'll take you up to see David.

Thank you.

Can he hear me?

- Hi.

- Hi.

Did the dry cleaners

have your car?

- How do you feel?

- I didn't get there.

Did I?

- Are you in a lot of pain?

- Am I in a lot of pain?

Look at your little hand.

Guess what happened to me.

I know.

I know. I feel awful.

Me too.

How do you feel, Linus?

You're falling

a little behind here, David.

Do you want me

to stay with you?

Listen.

We got you a terrific nurse

and a two-day supply of red Jell-O.

He really should rest.

- Isn't Mr. Linus going in?

- He has other work today.

Oh, very good, madame.

I'm sure he'll be

more responsive next time.

Don't worry.

See you.

Thank you.

You know...

I was wondering.

We have this summer cottage

on the Vineyard we never use.

I want to put it on the market.

I was going to have

a few pictures taken...

the kind that make it

look bigger than it is.

I understand you have

an interest in photography.

I thought you might

like to take them.

Trip would be no trouble.

Helicopter could pick us up here.

Plane's at Republic.

Is that a lot to ask?

Saves all that time

fighting traffic.

And all those tollbooths.

-No, thanks.

-Something to drink, Miss Fairchild?

- Sabrina.

- What a beautiful name.

- Carol.

- Sorry. Can I get you something--

Pellegrino.

Same.

Mack, anything from Granger?

Anybody else at SEC?

No, tell him I'll call him back

as soon as I can.

So that really is

a beautiful name.

How did you get it?

My father's reading.

It's in a poem.

""Sabrina fair, listen

where thou art sitting...

under the glassy, cool,

translucent wave...

in twisted braids of lilies

knitting the loose train...

of thy amber-dropping hair.''

- Amber-dropping hair. That's--

- Carol.

I'm sorry.

It's an incredible airplane.

It's beautiful.

I've never seen

anything like it.

Ah, yes.

Don't you ever

look out the window?

When do I have time?

What happened to all that time

we saved taking the helicopter?

I'm storing it up.

No, you're not.

So your little poem--

what does it mean?

It's the story of a water sprite...

who saved a virgin

from a fate worse than death.

- Sabrina's the virgin.

- Sabrina's the savior.

Is it always like this?

I don't know.

I haven't been here in years.

How can you have a place like this

and never come here?

Gee, I don't know.

I guess I--

I just never had anybody

to share it with.

I guess.

You could always hire somebody.

No, wait, not me.

The house, please.

You're in the house.

It humanizes it.

I don't like having my picture

taken. I come out...

looking depressed.

Are you depressed?

Maybe that's not exactly

the right word.

What is the right word?

I don't know.

Lonely, maybe.

- You think that's funny?

- No.

I just expected you

to say something else.

No, I suppose you're right.

It is funny.

Linus Larrabee is lonely.

I'm sorry. I made you uncomfortable.

Let's get the outside.

Do you want a view

from the house?

Sure.

- Which one?

- All of them.

More isn't always better, Linus.

Sometimes it's just more.

Pick one.

I don't know anything about--

Don't take a picture.

Just look.

Ocean, ocean, ocean, ocean.

Quaint little fishing village.

Ocean, ocean.

Lighthouse.

Guy going into the lighthouse.

There's a job for you.

What must that be like?

What kind of a guy takes a job

keeping a lighthouse?

Every time I look through

a camera, I'm surprised.

Like finding yourself in the middle

of a story, like you just did.

What kind of a guy takes a job

keeping a lighthouse?

I think I've been

taking pictures all my life...

long before I ever had a camera.

Excuse me.

Well, call him back, Mother.

Raise the offer half a point.

No more. Here? Lousy.

So far, I'm more affected

than she is.

I damn near cried twice.

I'm running out of time here.

I don't know what to try.

Okay. Finished.

We'll have some lunch,

and then you probably...

oughta get a look at the island

while you're here.

You miss Paris?

Not yet, but I will.

- You liked it there?

- I loved it.

You'd probably hate it.

What? Why?

It's all about pleasure.

They work hard. They just know

when to quit and enjoy themselves.

What a beautiful building.

Nobody builds with brick anymore.

That's late 1 800s.

In Paris, they'd

consider that brand-new.

- I hope they don't tear it down.

- They won't.

I own it, that whole block.

I donated it to the village

as a halfway house.

You know...

jails are full of guys

that never had a break.

Look at this guy picking cans.

They get back to the wall,

commit some petty crime.

They're stuck. They're outsiders

for the rest of their lives.

It's not fair.

The only chance they'll ever have

is a halfway house...

that'll help them get

their feet under 'em.

Excuse me.

- Could you take a picture of us?

- Yeah.

It's that one.

Are you done?

- I don't think I can eat any more.

- It's too late to free them.

You know, you are not exactly

what people say you are.

Oh, yeah?

What do they say I am?

You know.

Well...

that you're the world's

only living heart donor.

Oh. That.

And-- how does this one go?

He thinks that morals

are paintings on walls...

and scruples are money

in Russia.

That's droll.

- And then there's my favorite--

- No, I get the picture.

It's enough.

Do you remember the rainy afternoon

we spent together?

Sorry.

My father had--

had driven your mother and David

into town for a music lesson.

How old was he?

I don't know.

Fourteen, fifteen.

- That would be the oboe.

- The oboe?

It was a misunderstanding.

He thought he was gonna

get to take hobo lessons.

It was a rainy afternoon?

Stormy.

I was afraid,

and I came into your house...

and tried to turn on a lamp,

but I got a shock.

I thought I'd been struck

by lightning.

And you stayed with me

all afternoon...

till my father came home.

And you didn't cry.

You were a brave kid.

I was more afraid of you than

being electrocuted. Everybody was.

Is that the reason

you never got married?

You probably don't believe

in marriage.

Yes, I do.

That's why I never got married.

David, on the other hand,

believes in the tooth fairy.

- That's why I like him.

- Well, I like him too.

Matter of fact, I love him.

I don't know what to do with him.

When he was a kid, he used to

love to come into the office.

He'd sit behind my father's desk

and write memos.

Then he'd read the ticker tape.

One day, he just stopped.

I can't figure out--

Are those the only things

people say about me?

It was a nice day.

You were a little

tough on me, I thought.

I guess you're used to

being treated very carefully.

- When will you have the pictures?

- Tomorrow.

Could you drop them

by the office?

Sure.

Well, good night, then,

Sabrina fair.

Yeah?

My father once asked David...

why he stopped coming

to the office.

And David said,

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