Bridget Jones's Baby Page #20

Now me and the kids are off next

week accompanying him on a tour of

pub back rooms in the Shetland

Islands, living in a f***ing camper

van. I’m just saying when it comes

down to it, when you are stuck

holding the baby and it’s pissing

with rain, is that the man you want

to be in a camper van with?

BRIDGET:

I suppose he is a billionaire, so

it will be a f***ing nice camper

van.

Jack rushes over and takes a cupcake out of Bridget’s hand

and replaces it with the apple.

JACK:

Watch that blood pressure Bridge.

Let’s go with nature’s candy. Right

little fella?

He talks into Bridget’s belly. Shazzer slightly raises her

eyebrows. She turns to Bridget.

SHAZZER:

I’m sorry I’m not going to be here,

Bridge.

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139 INT. BRIDGET’S FLAT. KITCHEN. DAY.

Bridget crosses Shazzer off the African family chart.

139A EXT. STREET. DAY. 139A

A pensive Bridget, looking a bit breezier is walking along a

street, shopping for the baby.

BRIDGET (V.O.)

Shazzer was right, I had landed on

my feet, with an amazing man who

was happy to be with me. He ticked

every box. The only thing that was

going to get in the way of this was

me...

140 INT. BRIDGET’S FLAT. SPARE ROOM. DAY.

Jack’s been decorating Bridget’s spare room for the nursery -

a half-finished, black and white pattern on one wall.

Bridget, shopping bags in hand, enters the room to find Jack

painting.

She stops for a while, silently watching him.

JACK:

Oh, hey! For the first few months

they can only see black and white.

This will stimulate his spatial

awareness.

BRIDGET:

Right. It’s actually making me feel

a bit sick.

JACK:

So much better than the floating

pizzas.

REVEAL - Bridget has been painting on the other wall.

BRIDGET:

They were teddy bears. But thank

you.

JACK:

Well my Mom put Captain Caveman

wallpaper on my wall when I was a

baby. You can imagine how much that

traumatized me.

He starts to do the voice... He stops, no recognition. There

is a moment of silence.

BRIDGET:

I bought him one of those bouncy

chairs, I’m not even sure where

we’re going to put it.

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JACK:

Yeah, about that. It’s kind of

cramped in here, don’t you think?

BRIDGET:

Cosy.

Jack pauses, readies himself for something big.

JACK:

I was thinking, maybe it might be

nice if we moved in together?

This hits Bridget hard.

BRIDGET:

Do you think we’re ready for that?

JACK:

Of course. I’m tired of living in

hotel rooms, and airport lounges.

We could be a family, you, me, him.

What do you say?

There is a long beat - Bridget trying to makes sense of

things.

BRIDGET:

What if it isn’t yours?

JACK:

What?

BRIDGET:

What if the baby turns out to be

Mark’s? What will you do then?

He pauses a moment too long.

JACK:

I mean, obviously that would change

things...

BRIDGET:

I see.

There is a very long beat.

JACK:

And is that what you want? For it

to be Mark’s?

This time Bridget pauses a moment too long.

BRIDGET:

I don’t know what I want.

Jack takes a deep breath.

JACK:

Are you in love with him?

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BRIDGET:

I have been.

JACK:

And me?

BRIDGET:

I don’t know...I could be, one day.

JACK:

Bridget, I’ve not been entirely

honest.

Bridget looks at him.

JACK (CONT’D)

Mark thinks the baby isn’t his. I

let him believe it was

mine...that’s why he disappeared.

BRIDGET:

Why would he think that?

JACK:

Because I let him. You blind-sided

me Bridget, with the chance to have

a family. I didn’t want to lose

you. We can be good for each other.

Ninety seven per cent, remember.

She drops her bags.

BRIDGET:

Yes, on paper, and we might even be

having a baby together, but falling

in love doesn’t happen on paper.

Sometimes it doesn’t make any sense

at all. Sometimes you love a person

for all the ways they are not like

you. Sometimes you just love a

person because they feel like home.

She looks at him, in shock and confusion. She picks up her

phone.

BRIDGET (CONT’D)

I need to find Mark.

(into phone)

Pierce? It’s Bridget. I’m trying to

get hold of Mark.

She listens, then looks hopeful.

141 EXT. BOROUGH MARKET. DAY.

A heavily pregnant Bridget ‘runs’ through the market.

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142 EXT. SOUTHWARK BRIDGE. DAY. 142

Bridget crosses Southwark Bridge.

143 EXT. MARK’S HOUSE. DAY. 143

Bridget, breathless, turns the corner to see a taxi pull up.

Mark gets out with his suitcases.

Bridget, about to call out, when she sees his front door open

and Camilla waiting to greet him. She watches as they hug.

144 EXT. LONDON STREETS. DAY. 144

CHASING PAVEMENTS by Adele plays.

Bridget marches back towards her house, still reeling from

what she’s seen. She steps off the curb, not looking when a

car screeches to a halt. BEEEEEEEEEEP. Bridget steps back and

looks down to her bump. It’s a wake up moment.

BRIDGET (V.O.)

And that was the moment I decided

to stop. Stop trying...

....to force everything to be like

everyone thought it should be. Like

I thought it should be.

144A OMITTED 144A

145 INT. BRIDGET’S FLAT. LATER. 145

Bridget comes in exhausted. She slumps down on a chair.

BRIDGET (V.O.)

It was backs to the wall, me and my

sweet little lovely baby, and I was

bloody well going to make it work.

Bridget walks over to the African Village drawing, and

crosses out Jack, then Darcy.

BRIDGET:

F***ing Africans. What do they

know?

146 EXT. STREET. EVENING. 7 MONTHS. 146

It’s Christmas. Bridget, now 7 months pregnant, sadly drags a

Christmas tree on her own to her apartment.

147 EXT. MUM AND DAD’S HOUSE. DAY 147

A bedraggled and miserable Bridget arrives in front of the

house.

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Taking the place of Christmas decorations is a ‘Pamela Jones

for Councillor’ campaign banner, that Dad is in the process

of hanging. He spots Bridget.

DAD:

Ah, you’re here. Are you OK?

He gives her a huge hug - just what she needed.

148 INT. MUM AND DAD’S HOUSE. DAY

She enters - takes stock of the party, is clearly surprised.

DAD:

Mum’s throwing a combined Christmas

party stroke political rally. It’s

like the G8 summit in there, but

with pigs in blankets.

Mum spots Bridget and rushes across eyes wide with

excitement.

BRIDGET:

I’m sorry, I didn’t realise

everybody would be here, I don’t

want to derail your campaign, I can

just sneak upstairs.

MUM:

Nonsense. Look Una had all the

leaflets and posters re-printed,

you’ve inspired me.

The slogans on the wall now read...

‘TOLERANCE is not a four letter word, but PREJUDICE is a four

letter word.’

‘Pamela Jones - Supports Single Mothers, minorities, the

majority of homosexuals, Italians.’

BRIDGET:

Wait, still reading, still so long.

MUM:

You were right darling as it turns

out, this place is teeming with

single mothers, single fathers,

bisexuals, surrogates and they are

all lovely and so normal.

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