Bridget Jones's Baby Page #19

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JACK (CONT’D)

I don’t want to fight with you

Mark. We need to think about

Bridget and the baby, and for

better or worse, fate has brought

us together.

MARK:

It wasn’t fate. It was condoms.

A beat.

JACK:

What do you mean?

MARK:

You know those disastrous dolphin

friendly things from the bottom of

Bridget’s bag.

JACK:

Sorry, I’m not sure I know what

you’re talking about. When Bridget

and I...How do I put this..? I did

not dress for the occasion...

A silence while this revelation sinks in.

JACK (CONT’D)

Why don’t we calm down and grab a

beer?

126F INT. HOSPITAL MAIN RECEPTION. STAIRCASE. DAY 126F

Bridget comes down the stairs. She sees Mark and Jack still

arguing.

BRIDGET (V.O.)

This is going to be so much harder

than I thought. If they can’t get

along now, before the baby’s even

here, how are they going to deal

with the really big things, like

who gets up for the night feed, or

whether he can have an iPad for his

first birthday, or which granny to

spend Christmas with? So much for

the social experiment.

127 INT. BRIDGET’S FLAT. DAY.

Bridget returns home to find a letter from Mark. She reads...

MARK (V.O.)

Dear Bridget, I’m sorry about

today. I think you were right when

you said the fantasy of us was

always better than the reality.

What you want me to be and what I

am just don’t add up.

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L E T T E R M O N T A G E

INT. MARK’S OFFICE. DAY. 128

Mark writing the letter.

MARK:

I do realise how difficult I make

it for you to love me and it was

never my intention to leave you soalone. Because in truth there must

be something that I’ve never beenable to give you. Why else did yougo back to....

EXT. TATE BRITAIN. DAY - FLASHBACK 129

Bridget stands alone on the pavement, clutching her award.

At the sound of a car, she looks up and smiles with delight,

as if seeing someone she knows.

MARK (V.O.)

Daniel Cleaver.

CUT TO:

Mark Darcy, hurrying across the pavement. He stops on seeing

Daniel Cleaver’s convertible driving off with Bridget clearly

in the passenger seat.

INT. BRIDGET’S FLAT. DAY. 130

Bridget still reading at her flat. Tears roll down her face.

MARK (V.O.)

It’s alright Bridget.

INT. PREGNANCY YOGA CLASS. NIGHT. 131

Bridget struggling in a pregnancy yoga class. She’s

surrounded by young, nubile pregnant women.

MARK (V.O.)

I’ve always made myself believe

that our history should lead us to

be together.

INT. MARK’S BEDROOM. DAY. 132

CLOSE-UP on Mark closing up a suitcase.

MARK (V.O.CONT’D)

But maybe deep down, despite

everything we’ve shared, we’re not

compatible.

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132A EXT. GREENWICH PARK. DAY 132A

Jack and Bridget walk hand in hand. Bridget looks

distracted.

133 OMITTED 133

133A INT. BRIDGET’S FLAT. NIGHT. 133A

Bridget and Jack are together on the sofa watching

television.

134 OMITTED 134

135 INT. AIRPORT. DAY. 135

Mark, distracted, at the boarding gate for KHARTOUM. He makes

his way towards the plane.

MARK (V.O.)

And now information has come to

light that has led me to believe

that my further involvement in this

situation is impossible. Be assured

of my concern for your well-being

and some sense of my responsibility

in the situation...

136 INT. BRIDGET’S FLAT. DAY. 136

Bridget back reading the letter. She looks at an enclosed

cheque, indignant.

MARK(V.O.)

A financial contribution would seem

to me appropriate. Should you have

any practical needs, you need only

alert my office. I wish you every

happiness for the future. Mark.

The cheque falls to the floor.

She walks up to the African chart, zones in on Darcy’s name,

with tears rolling down her cheeks. She strokes her bump.

E N D M O N T A G E

137 INT. COMMUNITY CENTRE. NIGHT. 137

Ante-natal class. Just Bridget and Jack - Mark is conspicuous

by his absence.

DAISY:

OK, take your partners and let’s

practice breathing... No Mark

today?

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Bridget shakes her head sadly. The Neanderthal guy turns to

his partner and mutters.

NEANDERTHAL GUY:

Ahhh, shame. They seemed so

happy... I was really rooting for

them.

138 EXT. GREENWICH PARK. DAY.

Shazzer sits with Bridget on a bench. In the background Jack

is holding Shazzer’s children’s attention with his animated

retelling of a fairy-tale.

SHAZZER:

How do you orchestrate such cliffhangers

in your life?

BRIDGET:

Well thanks for that. I hadn’t

thought of it like that.

SHAZZER:

I can’t believe Mark ducked out

again.

BRIDGET:

Well the last time wasn’t really

his fault.

SHAZZER:

(looking at Jack)

I suppose we better just hope it’s

Jack’s, right?... let’s face it,

things could be worse, he is pretty

f***ing amazing.

Jack holds out an apple, overacting as a Wicked Queen. The

children and Tom are enthralled. Shazzer’s nose slightly

turns up.

BRIDGET:

He definitely seems to be, I don’t

really know anything about him.

SHAZZER:

How much do you need to know? He’s

gorgeous, he’s richer than god and

has a very nice sized puppet.

BRIDGET:

He does, and we match up very well

on paper. In some countries they

just make you marry a boy in the

next village because his Dad has a

nice horse, and those marriages

seem to work.

SHAZZER:

Exactly... And he’s certainly

enthusiastic.

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Shazzer says this like it’s a negative.

Jack is now juggling the apples, the children are rapt.

BRIDGET:

(Pensive)

Right. I suppose he is.

SHAZZER:

I mean, it’s difficult, but you

just have to ask ‘can I see myself

growing old with him’? Sending the

kids off to school, teaching them

how to swim, how to drive their

first yacht?

Bridget laughs.

BRIDGET:

How do I know? I don’t know

anything about him, he may wear

socks with sandals when he goes on

holiday. What happens then?

SHAZZER:

For that? Divorce. But you have to

have faith. Nobody knows what life

has in store. You know, look at me

and Fergus. When we met he had a

record deal and exciting plans, I

had the great career in journalism.

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