A Free Soul Page #3

bareheaded.

That's been proven, I admit it.

Here are the initials: A.W.

That might be Adam Wright

or Allan Warren...

...or Adolph Weems...

...or it might be Ace Wilfong.

But that is the case for the prosecution,

ladies and gentlemen.

Now, will you come here, please?

If anybody was planning a speech

about my 16th birthday...

Eighty of them.

Count them if you don't believe me.

All right. I'll start

here, and you start there.

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, 10, 11, 12...

I've lost count. Wait a minute.

Someone phoned to say

that Mr. Ashe is on his way.

Who phoned, Mr. Sampson?

- It was Mr. Eddie, miss.

- Oh, Eddie.

If this should be my last birthday cake,

he'd be sorry he was late, wouldn't he?

What do you mean?

- Now, sit down, sit down.

You know I wasn't in earnest.

Don't you know me better than that?

I just wanted to find out how I stood

with this family.

Well, you ought to know by now.

Jan, darling, I'll confess there was such

a look of impatience on everybody's face...

...at the mention of Stephen's name,

I just had to make a fuss.

- You know he loves you, don't you?

- Of course.

Although two in one lifetime...

His father was just the same.

Brilliant, stormy and always late for dinner.

Granny, when you're 101, dear...

...we're gonna put one candle on this cake

and start all over again.

That's a good idea.

- We have a distinguished man here...

...so let's be grateful.

Dwight Winthrop...

...stand up and be embarrassed.

- That means you.

One of the world's first dozen polo men.

Here, here.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...the secret of my success

is never say die.

Believe it or not.

Seventy-three times the girl said no.

Yes, she said no.

But the 74th time...

Congratulations.

Here, here, here, this is my proud day.

Let's go in the next room

and have coffee, dear.

- That'll be nice, dear.

- Let's blow out the candles first.

Come on, let's all together.

There you are.

Our engagement should never be announced

to anybody today.

Jan.

Let's sneak out of the back door.

The things I have to say to you...

You're sweet.

You know, this is the oldest game

in the world?

I promise you I'll make it new, fresh

and colorful every day of your life.

What, backgammon?

Oh, heavens.

Is that what we're playing?

And you're blotto.

I am nothing of the kind.

Smell my breath.

Not a sign, is there?

I can't tell.

- Sorry, Sampson.

- Quite all right, Miss Jan.

May I add my felicitations?

- Thank you very much.

- Thank you, miss.

Hello, what's that? A car.

I bet that's Dad.

Hello.

Hey.

You better go and meet him.

He doesn't care much for this crowd.

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