Sabrina Page #6

somewhere before. We have met some...

You don't live here. I live here.

Hi, neighbour!

Sabrina!

Hello, Margaret!

It's so good to be home!

Look at you! You've come home

such a beautiful lady!

Oh, welcome home, Sabrina!

Ernest! Jenny! How are you?

Don't cry, Margaret.

It's nothing to cry about.

I bought you a hat, a Paris hat

for you to wear to church on Sundays.

Jenny, I have something for you...

Father!

I'm sorry. I had to take Mrs. Larrabee

to the hairdresser.

It doesn't matter.

I wouldn't have recognised you

anyway.

David had a little trouble,

didn't you?

Yes, I did.

I'll make coffee.

Will you come to the kitchen?

- As soon as I've opened my bags.

- I'll take them upstairs.

As old neighbours

the two of us should have a reunion.

- It's only fair.

- Tonight?

- Do you really want to see me?

- Very much.

- Sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Alright.

- We'll go out on the town.

We'll drive to New York, have

a quick drink, then go for dinner.

I know a wonderful French restaurant

on First Avenue.

I guess you wouldn't think

so much of it after Paris.

I'll love it!

We'll go dancing.

When they throw us out of El Morocco,

we'll go to the Village.

You like Dixieland bands?

I know the greatest. It's...

Wait, I forgot.

We're having a party here tonight.

With an orchestra and dancing?

That'll be even more fun.

I don't know.

A lot of dull people. Family stuff.

I don't mind if you're there.

- Sabrina?

- In a minute, Father.

I have a lovely evening dress

with yards of skirt.

- Shall I wear it?

- Why, yes, of course.

This couldn't be nicer.

A homecoming party!

I'll get the dress out

and press it.

See you tonight.

Hello, Linus. I'm back!

It's Sabrina.

Would you have recognised her?

That scrawny kid who'd run away

when she saw us,

her knees painted with Mercurochrome.

How do you like those legs now?

Aren't they something?

David, the last pair of legs

that were something

cost the family $25,000.

Look what I brought you from Paris.

Sabrina, I should have mentioned it

in a letter...

- Here. Do you like it?

- But I didn't want to upset you.

Aren't they gaudy?

Sabrina, David is engaged.

He's getting married again.

I know. Margaret wrote me.

Brandy. And this is for you to wear

on your day off.

- Then you don't care?

- Not too much. He's not married yet.

I don't like that.

I don't like the sound of it.

Father, everything has changed.

Nothing's changed.

He's still David Larrabee.

And you're still

the chauffeur's daughter.

And you're still reaching for

the moon.

No, Father.

The moon's reaching for me.

I wish the wedding were tomorrow,

David.

- Don't you?

- Yes, dear.

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