Bridget Jones's Baby Page #25

oh. Not that it matters, but do we

know who Daddy is yet?

Everyone turns to look at the men - Mark with a bloodboltered

bandage on his forearm and Jack, not looking rich at

all with a wodge of loo-paper up his nostril. Dr. Rawlings

bends a finger at the two of them.

DR. RAWLINGS

Come along, you two. Time for a

little test, so exciting, it’s like

the final of X Factor. Phone in

adding an 01 for Mark or an 02 if

you want it to be Jack.

Mark and Jack look at each other. They shake hands.

MARK:

Good luck.

JACK:

(gravely)

And to you, my friend.

CLOSE on Bridget - still high on her endorphins, regarding

Mark with love and Jack with affection.

Back on the men as they turn to her - FREEZE on their faces.

Over this, the sound of a baby’s laugh. The best sound in the

world, in fact. It laughs and laughs.

A caption comes up: ONE YEAR LATER.

177 OMITTED 177

178 INT. CHURCH. DAY. 178

Bridget Jones, finally a bride, enters at the back of the

church on dad’s arm, smiling, nervous.

She walks down the aisle passing Miranda, Richard, the

friends, Una, Mum, Dad and other friends and relatives.

Bridget arrives at the altar. Jack steps forward.

JACK:

(to Bridget)

You look beautiful.

She smiles. Jack steps aside - to REVEAL - Mark Darcy.

MARK:

We’re really doing this.

On the congregation smiling, happy.

SHOOTING SCRIPT.

126

BRIDGET:

There’s no going back now.

MINISTER:

We are gathered here to celebrate

the union of Bridget Rose Jones and

Mark Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Bridget and Mark stand together, holding hands.

CUT TO:

MINISTER (CONT’D)

I now pronounce you husband and

wife.

Bridget and Mark kiss.

178A OMITTED 178A

179 EXT. WEDDING RECEPTION. DAY.

A laughing William is thrown high into the brightest, bluest

sky. Laughing, giggling, hysterical, idyllic.

Y:

What’s that, higher?

And he throws the laughing boy even higher.

X (O.S.)

Y, what are you doing with my son?

X and Bridget approach hand in hand -

Y:

Don’t leave me alone with him

again. I’ve no idea what I’m doing.

BRIDGET:

Come on. We’ll be late for lunch.

The two men lift the baby up and join Bridget. She takes the

baby and gives him a big smacker.

BRIDGET (CONT’D)

Alright then, William X X.

Hashtagletsdothis!

Bridget takes a moment to survey the scene. It is a motley

crew and no mistake.

She watches as X walks ahead, chatting animatedly with Y.

BRIDGET (V.O.)

Dear Diary, and so I Bridget Jones

am a singleton no more... married?

Yes. Finally. Smug? Maybe just a

little.

SHOOTING SCRIPT.

127

Bridget swipes a glass of champagne, knocks it back.

On a nearby park bench, a newspaper flaps in the breeze. The

newspaper headline reads: “AIRPLANE FOUND IN BUSH ONE YEAR

LATER. PUBLISHING PLAYBOY MIRACULOUSLY ALIVE”. A photograph

shows a bearded Daniel Cleaver standing surrounded by several

gorgeous Aboriginal women.

THE END.

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