Bridget Jones's Baby Page #14

BRIDGET:

So you’re not - disappointed? You

don’t think I belong on Jeremy

Kyle?

DAD:

Not a bit of it. I’m thrilled.

He hugs her.

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DAD (CONT’D)

Actually, still not sure if you’re

mine or that nice Lieutenant

Colonel’s who ran the bowling club.

BRIDGET:

Dad!

DAD:

Only joking, you’ve got my feet.

I’ve always had very dainty feet.

Just tell the truth, Bridget. You

can never go too far wrong telling

the truth.

109 INT. GIANNI'S CAFE. NIGHT.

Bridget and Mark staring at each other. GIANNI and his

brother, SERGIO, smile from the bar area, uncomfortably close

to their table.

BRIDGET (V.O)

So there I was. In the split of an

eco-condom I had gone from carefreegirl-

slash-slightly-too-old-singlewoman-

about-town to Mum-to-be with

two rather fantastic men in my

life, and with no clue about how I

was going to tell them the truth.

MARK:

You sounded pre-occupied on the

phone, not your usual self. Is

everything OK...

Before Bridget can answer an enthusiastic Gianni comes to the

table and interrupts.

GIANNI:

Mister Mark. Miss Bridget. I so

glad to see you back together.

Mister Mark she was so miserable

when you two parted.

Bridget trying to brush him off.

GIANNI (CONT’D)

I mean soooooo miserable. She eat

so much pasta.

BRIDGET.

Yes. Yes. Thanks Gianni.

GIANNI:

And Pizza, and Chianti, but look

Miss Bridget now is so good you are

fat in a good way, fat with a

bambino, not with gnocchi and

Tiramisu and calamari. Now you are

eating for two.

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Bridget smiles.

BRIDGET.

Ah, can’t let young Balthazar go

hungry, or Bartholomew.

MARK:

Very, Notting Hill school gates. I

was actually thinking Jack, after

my grandfather. Jack’s a good

strong name, you can rely on a

Jack.

Bridget blanches.

BRIDGET.

Yes, it’s one for the list

certainly.

MARK:

Our little Jack.

Gianni raises a glass.

GIANNI:

Here’s to Jack! Is wonderful news

Mr. Mark, wonderful.

Mark smiles proudly. Takes her hand.

MARK:

It is, Gianni. It truly is.

Bridget smiles, conflicted.

110 OMITTED

110A INT. BRIDGET’S FLAT. NIGHT. 110A

Bridget is sitting preparing her presentation on her Laptop.

BRIDGET (V.O.)

Hard to concentrate on impending

big presentation when all I can

think of is how to tell at least

one father the truth. Mark was

trickier than expected, he just

seemed so happy...

The buzzer goes. A voice comes slightly distorted through the

intercom, Bridget gets up to answer.

JACK (O.S.)

Hi surprise! It’s the father of

your child...

BRIDGET:

Jack?

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JACK:

Ha! Who else?

He is buzzed up. Bridget opens the door. Jack enters,

excited, carrying two huge bags and the Wellington boot she

left at the festival.

BRIDGET:

You kept it?

JACK:

Should we make sure it fits?

Bridget smiles.

BRIDGET:

I wasn’t expecting to see you.

JACK:

I wasn’t expecting to come. I’m not

used to being rejected...twice. But

I’ve been doing some thinking.

BRIDGET:

I hope you have cake in that bag.

An excited Jack composes himself.

JACK:

Bridget, this baby situation threw

me initially. We squashed an entire

relationship into one night and

skipped straight to the starting a

family phase. We never even had a

real second date, but just so you

know I would have taken you to

Ottolenghi’s, an amazing place in

Notting Hill. You would have had

the grilled salmon and pine nut

salsa. It’s unbelievable AND

healthy.

He produces takeaway boxes from inside his bag.

JACK (CONT’D)

We would have come back here, had

incredible sex and spent the next

couple of days sending each other

filthy texts.

He gets out his phone and presses send. Bridget’s phone

beeps, she picks it up and reads it - clearly a filthy text.

BRIDGET:

I would not have let you do that to

me on a second date!

JACK:

Why not? You let me do it on our

first...

(MORE)

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JACK (CONT'D)

We would then have gone on a dirty

weekend away to the seaside, I

would have been manly and won you a

cuddly toy on the pier.

He produces a cuddly toy.

BRIDGET:

But I really wanted the giant

Scooby Doo.

JACK:

Nobody ever wins those, the

coconuts are glued on.

Bridget’s phone beeps again - another filthy text.

BRIDGET:

(Flirtatiously)

OK... as long as you clean up

afterwards.

Unprovoked Jack starts shouting.

JACK:

You are wilfully misunderstanding

me, I don’t even know her!

He storms out and slams the door. Bridget looks confused.

After a beat he returns with some amazing flowers that he has

hidden in the hallway.

BRIDGET:

What are these for?

JACK:

To say ‘sorry’. We had our first

fight, I wasn’t flirting with that

waitress, she means nothing to me.

Bridget smiles. He goes out to the hallway again and produces

a flat pack Ikea cabinet.

JACK (CONT’D)

And I’ve brought us some Swedish

furniture to make, because if we

can get through that, we can get

through anything.

Bridget is being swept off her feet.

JACK (CONT’D)

I’d find it adorable how your neck

goes blotchy when you’re nervous,

and I’d know you’d be the greatest

possible mother to my child. Why

does your neck go all blotchy by

the way?

Jack takes her in his arms, it feels incredibly safe and

reassuring.

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BRIDGET (V.O.)

I could have told him then, of

course, but suddenly the

possibility of a life of

spontaneous takeaway and flat pack

furniture seemed sort of

inviting...Bit of a pity to ruin it

and we wouldn’t want my neck going

all blotchy again... I’m going to

tell them both tomorrow.

Definitely. Without a shadow of a

doubt.

111 INT. ANTE-NATAL CLINIC. DAY. 4 MONTHS.

Bridget is lying in a darkened room on the examination bed,

her belly exposed as Dr. Rawlings rubs on the conductive gel.

DR RAWLINGS:

So this is Dad, I presume. Pleased

to meet you, I’m glad you could be

here, this is a unique and

wonderful moment.

Mark smiles proudly.

DR RAWLINGS (CONT’D)

Back from your many business trips

then?

Darcy looks confused. Bridget panicky.

DR. RAWLINGS

Before we start, would you like to

know the sex?

BRIDGET:

I don’t know, I can’t decide.

MARK:

Maybe we should be prepare...

Then ‘Thump. Thump’. The sound of a heartbeat fills the room.

Mark is transfixed by the image on the screen. It’s a moment.

The tiny miracle of life stretching and squirming.

DR RAWLINGS:

So would you like to know, Bridget?

BRIDGET:

Yes please.

DR RAWLINGS:

It’s a boy.

BRIDGET:

A boy.

MARK:

A boy.

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Bridget and Mark stare at the grainy image lovingly.

MARK (CONT’D)

Our boy.

Bridget is overcome with happiness and then instantaneously

riven with guilt.

BRIDGET:

Mark, I wonder whether you might

give us a second.

MARK:

Oh right... Of course.

Mark exits.

BRIDGET:

Dr Rawlings, I wonder whether you

could do me a little favour?

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