Bridget Jones's Baby Page #8

MARK (CONT’D)

Right, vigilantism is no solution,

let the police deal with the pimp,

he’ll face a minimum of eight years

in custody, assuming no previous,

and how about you all sit round and

watch this thing with cows in

space...

Bridget rises to her feet, watching. The boys, absorbed in

this new film, have forgotten she exists. Mark speaks without

looking up.

MARK (CONT’D)

I’d go while the going’s good.

BRIDGET:

Thanks.

Bridget walks away. She stops behind a flower display and

looks back at Mark patiently watching a film with five

irritating children.

MARK:

See that’s the first issue right

there, cows with opposable thumbs,

ludicrous...

56A INT. HOTEL. NIGHT 56A

We find Jude fast asleep in her hotel room, with the baby

next to her.

57 INT. DANCE FLOOR. HOTEL. NIGHT. 57

Dancing has started - a kind of kid/adult disco affair as

children run around drunk adults. Giles & Fergus are DJing

badly.

The music playing is GANGNAM STYLE.

Bridget - by now quite merry and wearing Poppy’s fairy wings -

still has the toy train wound into her hair. She’s dancing

with all the children, and doing all the horsey-ridey moves.

Despite the silliness of the dance Bridget is in her element,

she knows the dance really well and is mesmerizing, a strange

combination of graceful, sexy and fun.

Mark Darcy stands aloof, a bit tortured, observing,

inadvertently rapt by her. Bridget, mid dance, spots him

looking alone and after a moment’s pause ‘Gangnam Styles’

over.

BRIDGET:

I’d ask you to join me, but I’m

pretty sure you’re not a real

Gangnam Style kind of guy.

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MARK:

I was only there very briefly.

BRIDGET:

Where?

MARK:

Gangnam.

Bridget looks puzzled.

MARK (CONT’D)

What are we talking about?

BRIDGET:

Gangnam? Dancing.

MARK:

Ah, I see. Not the suburb of Seoul.

BRIDGET:

No.

MARK:

Right.

BRIDGET:

I’m not familiar with Gangnam the

suburb.

MARK:

It literally means ‘south of the

Han river’. It was inhabited as

early as the Paleolithic period.

Bridget stops dancing.

BRIDGET:

Right, it suddenly seems so much

less catchy.

Fergus, on ‘the decks’ spots them together and immediately

changes the tune. Something lovely starts to play.

FERGUS (O.C.)

Now a little something for all you

lovers out there. We’re entering

the ‘erection section’.

A shout rings out over the crowd.

SHAZZER(O.C.)

Don’t say f***ing ‘erection’ at a

christening.

MARK:

(to Bridget)

Shall we get some air?

They walk outside.

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58 EXT. TERRACE. HOTEL. NIGHT. 58

Mark leads Bridget to the terrace overlooking the moonlit

lake.

MARK:

I don’t suppose you have a

cigarette?

BRIDGET:

(shocked)

No. I gave up. 691 days ago.

MARK:

Not that you’re counting...

BRIDGET:

Since when did you smoke?

MARK:

I don’t. It’s been a tense time.

And maybe I’m nervous.

BRIDGET:

Why?

They stop and stare at each other.

MARK:

You have a train in your hair.

BRIDGET:

I am aware of that.

MARK:

Seems to be stuck. And is this...

cake?

BRIDGET:

Profiterole.

MARK:

Technically more of a dessert than

a cake, I suppose.

Mark starts getting the train out.

Suddenly he pulls her to him. They kiss. She pulls away.

BRIDGET:

What are you doing? You’re married.

MARK:

No I’m not. Well I am. We’re

getting a divorce. That’s why she’s

not here.

BRIDGET:

But you were there together at

Daniel’s memorial?

MARK:

No, she was just there to be

supportive.

(MORE)

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MARK (CONT'D)

She’s gone back to The Hague. Where

she’s now living and I’m not.

BRIDGET.

Mark. I’m so sorry.

MARK:

Right at this precise moment, I’m

not sorry at all.

And he pulls her to him and kisses her again.

59 INT. PARTY ROOM & HOTEL RECEPTION. HOTEL. SAME TIME. NIGHT59

The dance floor is crowded with Mums, Dads and children

miming the actions to YMCA. Bridget and Darcy leave the

party, their eyes locked on each other.

60 INT. MARK’S BEDROOM. NIGHT 60

Mark tries to undo the many tiny buttons on her dress, it

takes a ridiculously long time. They both start to laugh.

MARK:

How the f*** am I meant to get in

here?

61 INT. MARK’S BEDROOM. LATER 61

The familiar trail of clothes and undies leads to the bed.

Mark and Bridget are having sex.

BRIDGET:

Mark Darcy. Wow.

62 INT. MARK’S BEDROOM. LATER 62

Mark and Bridget happy, content, post-coital.

MARK:

Bridget?

BRIDGET:

Yes.

MARK:

Were you faking not having an

orgasm?

BRIDGET:

(sheepish)

Uh huh.

MARK:

Why do you do that?

BRIDGET:

So you won’t stop.

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MARK:

God. I’ve missed you.

Mark’s iPhone alarm goes off. He reaches for it.

BRIDGET:

Are we on schedule?

Mark laughs.

MARK:

Sorry. It’s gone off early. I’ve

got a flight to Damascus tomorrow.

He turns over and goes back to sleep. Bridget looks at him.

F L A S H B A C K M O N T A G E

63 INT. AIRPORT. DAY 63

Bridget waits for Mark at arrivals. The arrivals board reads

‘DAMASCUS’. He doesn’t appear. Bridget anxious.

64 INT. RESTAURANT. GIANNI'S ITALIAN. NIGHT. 64

Bridget is at a candlelit table ordering. Mark is outside the

window on the phone.

BRIDGET:

(to herself)

Happy anniv....

Mark waves an absent minded finger at her, talking into his

phone. She points to something on the menu and he gives her a

thumbs up, still on the phone.

65 INT. AIRPORT. DAY. 65

Bridget waits for Mark at arrivals. The arrivals board reads

‘BASRA’. He doesn’t appear. Bridget anxious.

66 INT. MARK’S HOUSE. NIGHT. 66

It is Mark’s birthday. Bridget has prepared a spectacular

birthday meal, with balloons, candles, flowers. She’s dressed

in an apron. She hears someone at the door. She opens it to

Mark. Simultaneously the camera pulls back to reveal a wide

shot of:
Bridget from behind, ENTIRELY NAKED. Mark’s four

work colleagues appear in the door behind him.

67 OMITTED 67

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INT. AUDITORIUM. DAY - FLASHBACK - LATER 67A

On a podium, looking gorgeous but professional in a posh

frock, Bridget accepts the award for ‘Daytime Television News

Producer of the Year 2010’ from a well known presenter. She

heads off the stage and back to her seat with her impressive-

looking award.

EXT. TATE BRITAIN. DAY - FLASHBACK 68

Large banners outside the building announce the ‘BRITISH

DAYTIME TELEVISION AWARDS’

Bridget stands alone on the steps of the imposing building.

She is holding her award. She is looking up and down the

road, as if waiting for someone to arrive. The last of the

event’s attendees trickle down the steps, one or two of them

congratulating her as they pass.

Finally, she walks down the steps, alone and sad, and stands

waiting on the pavement.

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

and delight, as if seeing someone she knows.

E N D M O N T A G E.

INT. MARK’S HOTEL ROOM. CONT. 69

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