Bridget Jones's Baby

1A EXT. LONDON. DAY. 1A

Sweeping aerial shot of London, establishing the city in all

its glory.

1AA EXT. SOUTHWARK BRIDGE. DAY. 1AA

We swoop down the Thames to find a svelte figure on the

bridge hailing a taxi.

2 INT. CHURCH. DAY 2

SHAZZER, early forties, and her folk singer husband FERGUS,

scurry down the aisle.

The church is packed with people we might recognise. A few

literary and TV celebrities amongst them. Shazzer spots JUDE,

now a pillar of married respectability, her husband GILES and

their tiny baby. They take the seats beside them.

3 OMITTED 3

4 INT. CHURCH. DAY. 4

BRIDGET JONES enters the church. She’s older than when we

last saw her, forty three to be exact, slim and elegantly

dressed. She takes a deep breath and collects herself.

Bridget spots Jude and Shazzer and heads towards them.

Shazzer greets her with a big hug.

SHAZZER:

How are you feeling, you OK?

BRIDGET:

Yes, but I still can’t believe he’s

gone.

REVEAL - at the front a portrait of DANIEL CLEAVER.

ANOTHER REVEAL - The congregation consists mainly of

ludicrously attractive, glamorous women, all weeping.

BRIDGET (CONT’D)

His death seems to have hit the

Eastern European teenage modelling

community particularly hard.

JUDE:

They found the flight recorder but

still no bodies.

SHAZZER:

Yep, in the Australian outback. And

strangely fitting that he died

going down in the bush.

SHOOTING SCRIPT.

2

A random guy, JOHN, takes his place next to Bridget. A hush

descends and the service begins.

A dour looking Minister assumes the pulpit.

MINISTER:

Dear friends, we are gathered here

to celebrate the life of Daniel

Vivian Cleaver. Daniel was a kind

and wonderful son, a loving Uncle

and brother, a fantastic friend...

SHAZZER:

(aside to Bridget)

A selfish but gifted lover?

Bridget gives a little smile, but then stops in her tracks.

BRIDGET:

F***. What the f*** is he doing

here?

We see MARK DARCY enter at the back of the church. A little

older, a little greyer, but still just as handsome.

As Bridget takes this surprise in, she sees an attractive

woman, CAMILLA take his arm.

JUDE:

You know what he’s like, wanting to

do the decent thing.

SHAZZER:

Is that his wife?

Bridget nods.

JUDE:

She’s pretty.

BRIDGET:

I mean, yes, conventionally, I

suppose.

SUDDENLY DARCY LOOKS OVER.

Bridget, aware of Darcy’s gaze, grabs onto random John’s arm.

BRIDGET (CONT’D)

(whispers)

Sorry, I’m just very emotional.

Darcy looks over, she pretends not to see and affectionately

brushes the fluff from a bewildered John’s shoulder.

Darcy faintly but discernibly registers this.

John tries to shake himself free. Bridget struggles to cling

on to his arm but John uncouples himself, and Bridget is left

solo. Darcy glances over.

SHOOTING SCRIPT.

3

MINISTER:

I would now like to invite his

loved ones up to share some of

their memories of Daniel.

Shazzer gives Bridget a nudge, as if to say go on. Bridget

contemplates the idea as a glamorous young woman gets up from

the front pew.

BRIDGET:

(whispers to Jude)

You know he could be very

sensitive, he could make you feel

like you were the only woman in the

world. I remember when he took me

rowing on the Serpentine and quoted

Keats by heart. “Where be ye going,

you Devon Maid? And what have ye

there in the basket?”

Bridget drifts off in fond reverie. The glamorous young woman

stands in the pulpit.

GLAMOROUS YOUNG WOMAN

...“Ye tight little fairy just

fresh from the dairy, Will ye give

me some cream if I ask it?”

In the front pew several more young women look at each other

awkwardly, clearly sharing exactly the same memory.

Bridget, Shazzer and Jude all laugh, they can’t help

themselves. The rest of the congregation look at them

disapprovingly.

Mark and Bridget make fleeting, but definite eye contact, as

he catches her mid gorgeous, life-affirming laugh.

Bridget then looks sadly at the portrait of Daniel at the

front.

MINISTER:

Would anybody else like to say a

few words?

No one else in the congregation stands up. After a nudge from

Shazzer, Bridget gets up.

BRIDGET:

Daniel was a man who touched many

of us, here today, including me.

There is a small, slightly awkward pause, but she continues

unabated.

BRIDGET (CONT’D)

Right now, if Daniel were here, he

would have told me to ‘Shut up,

Jones’ and he would’ve been right.

All I really need to say is, I miss

you, dear Daniel. We all do. Thank

you.

SHOOTING SCRIPT.

4

4A INT. CHURCH. DAY. LATER. 4A

The congregation is leaving. At the back of the church

Bridget says goodbye to her friends. As she turns, she finds

herself face to face with Mark Darcy and his wife.

MARK:

Bridget.

BRIDGET:

Mark.

MARK:

Camilla, my wife. Bridget Jones,

my.....an old friend.

BRIDGET:

Less old....more childhood.

BRIDGET/CAMILLA

Hello. Hello.

Awkward pauses all round.

BRIDGET:

Nice memorial.....as memorials go.

Almost makes one look forward to

one’s own.

Camilla just stares at Bridget strangely.

MARK:

Right. Yes. Well. Goodbye.

BRIDGET:

Yes. Goodbye.

They part in opposite ways. At the last moment, Mark looks

back.

CUT TO:

AMY WINEHOUSE’S ‘MY TEARS DRY ON THEIR OWN’ kicks in.

TITLE:
BRIDGET JONES’S BABY

5 OMITTED 5

6 EXT. SOUTHWARK BRIDGE AND SOUTH LONDON STREETS. DAY 6

Bridget walks across the familiar bridge.

BRIDGET (V.O.)

Here I am Bridget Jones, one day

short of 43. Of the two loves of my

life:
one is dead and the other is

married.

She walks on...

SHOOTING SCRIPT.

5

BRIDGET (V.O.)

Still, not to dwell on the

negatives. Many positives to note.

Am down to ideal weight! Am 685

days without a single cigarette. Am

hitting government target for

recommended intake of alcohol. 2-3

units per day.

A good looking man clocks her and takes her in as she walks -

she smiles to herself once he has passed.

BRIDGET (V.O.)

Have top job as producer of award

winning intelligent persons news

programme.

Bridget walks through the now fashionable Borough Market. She

passes the smallest Italian restaurant in the world, and

waves at GIANNI, the owner.

BRIDGET (V.O.)

AND...have foot on London’s

property ladder in now-fashionable

Borough Market...

7 EXT./INT. BRIDGET’S FLAT. CONTINUOUS 7

She trips up over a brand new, unused bicycle in the hallway.

Looks at it guiltily. She enters her sitting room just as a

fast train bullets past the windows, shaking the walls.

BRIDGET(V.O.)

...cleverly acquired just before

the new-improved transport links.

And even though I am still single,

I have NOT acquired a cat.

Then she opens a ‘funny’ birthday card featuring an old lady

and a cat.

She enters her make-shift office and goes to the shelf where

her old diaries are. She rifles through them to find a

photograph of her and Daniel, which is placed between the

pages. She looks at it mournfully before her eyes settle on

the diary entry on the page behind the photo... “Reasons why

Mark Darcy and I could never work” followed by a list of

reasons.

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