Sabrina

Once upon a time,

on the North Shore 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.

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.

There was Maude Larrabee,

who inherited the Larrabee corporation

when her husband died on the 13th 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 19

and took his mother and the company for a ride

on the fiber-optic highway

and turned a $100 million family business

into some serious money.

Well, I just don't feel like buying

any more networks this year.

There's never anything good on.

I said the offer expired at 10:00. It's 10:08, 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...

And poetry...

And hair color.

David did a Gap ad.

Sabrina?

Sabrina, come down.

Oh.

Uh! 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.

I'll be there in a minute.

Oh!

It's just you, Sabrina.

Hello, David.

I thought I heard somebody.

No, it's nobody.

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, Sabrina.

I just meant...

There's much more to you than this obsession.

I hope you know that.

Thanks, Dad.

Good night.

I need more help out here.

Where you going? It's early.

It takes me half an hour to get out of here.

I got to check on the Tokyo market

before it closes. Good night. Bye.

Linus, Andrea Colson told me

you just fired her son. He's an idiot.

But she was a bridesmaid at my wedding.

She is one of my best friends.

This is business, mother.

Listen, I got to 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.

David, David.

Come in.

I came to say goodbye.

What?

Don't come out!

If I look at you, I might not be able to get through this.

Okay.

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 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!

Oui, oui, oui, oui. Ca va?

Ca va. Bonjour.

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, very important.

But the most important is Louboutin, Manolo, and Umberlin.

You know, I speak very good the English.

Maquillage! Maquillage!

You food and clothes the place goes to shoot.

When we need it tell, need it tell, okay?

You'll tell. And all the days, most important,

Louboutin, Manolos, Umberlin.

Louboutin...

Belt. Belt.

Ceinture.

Ingrid, hurry up!

I am putting in my contacts.

No, no. Another one.

Another one! No!

No, no. No. Another one.

Another one. The nice one.

Sabrina, la machine!

Oh...

Oh...

Sabrina, 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. Morning, Tom.

She's fine.

She hasn't adjusted completely, but she...

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?"