The Decoy Bride
Throngs of people outside still waiting
for the bride to appear.
She's not in there. I can feel it.
Any moment now, she should
be leaving the hotel.
I overestimated her. I thought
she'd be more elusive.
- I don't understand what's happening.
- What is going on here?
I don't think they want us to know
which one the real bride is.
The streets are full of brides,
the skies are full of brides,
the press doesn't know which way is up.
- I'm a genius. Still no sign
of Marco Ballani? - None.
- Our intelligence says he's
gone skiing. - Now?
Then we're good.
Hello?
You! What the hell are
you doing in there?
I am the wedding photographer.
Can I have the tall people at the back?
- OK, buster, fun's over.
- How long have you been in there?
Oh, my God. This is not soda.
I'm gonna kill you!
- You are ruining my life!
- I've ruined plenty of lives.
You're nothing special.
You abscess!
When I do get married, you will not
even know what continent I'm on!
Marco Ballani, you golden Roman god!
I will not be defeated by
that disease of a man.
We're gonna have to disappear
completely.
We can get married in outer space.
Or the lost underwater
kingdom of Atlantis?
Outer space? I don't think you can yet.
Is that what your intelligence
tells you?
We're gonna have to go somewhere
crazy remote.
Hi, Mum.
Oh, no.
- What's happened?
- Nothing. I'm fine.
- I'm fine. - Well, that's good.
Just so long as you're fine.
Are you going somewhere?
I don't suppose you're in
the mood for a wedding?
There is somebody out there for you,
somebody sensitive and
faithful and kind.
But you'll never meet him
if you're hiding here.
Good. I don't want to meet him.
He sounds like a twat.
I'm like kryptonite to men.
Kryptonite dipped in cellulite.
So, what's new on Hegg?
Give me the headlines.
One of Donald's sheep drowned.
They had to fish it out
with a curtain rail.
- Hello.
- Mild out, isn't it, Iseabail?
It's this global warming.
- Katie's back.
- Are we late?
Too late to marry him.
Quick!
Sorry. No.
Hi, Angus.
You're too late, Katie Nic
Aodh. He's mine now!
There's always the Oban tinker. He'll
be visiting come September.
And he's keen to marry
on account of his leg.
I'll marry you, Katie. How old
will you be in eight years?
- 40.
- Could have gone to 36.
- The return of the native.
- Hello, Laird.
That was quite the entrance, Katie.
And continuing the theme of
my public humiliation,
I may need my old job back.
What happened to your
fancy Edinburgh job
at the trouser catalogue?
I ran out of ways to describe pockets.
If you don't mind me saying, Katie,
you've always had such a
terrible taste in men.
I know. I've gone man vegan.
They say after the first six years
you don't miss them any more.
You've picked the right spot to try it.
There are no single men left on
Hegg, are there, after today?
Except for me, of course.
Perhaps you'll dance with me later on.
You'll not be forgetting
Hegg law, Laird.
- You must dance with us all. Eldest
to youngest. - Oh, yes.
The dance of the dead.
Which means I should get to you
about 4:
30 in the morning.So,
how long are you back for?
Well, actually, I'm thinking
of staying.
I thought you said nothing
ever happened here.
No. Well, nothing happening
is becoming more appealing.
So, this is all very grown-up.
You've a wife
- and a beard.
- Well,
Muireen thinks differently
of beards than you.
And marriage.
Look, I truly hope you'll be...
Aye.
Hegg:
An Island History,The Definitive Guide.
By Katie Nic Aodh.
5 a copy. We split the proceeds.
A guidebook to here? Don't be mad.
Come see our disused toilet
that may or may not be haunted
by the ghost of a drowned cow.
You see? We need to channel
this raw, creative energy.
Else you're liable to get restless
and go wandering off again.
Nobody's going to buy
a guidebook to Hegg.
Unless it's cheaper than
our toilet paper.
A marketing conference? Here?
- The tide has turned.
- For the marketeers.
1 each or 1.50 with hair.
They want my castle, just
as it is, for a week.
- Good luck to them.
- This is a beautiful island, Katie.
In a way...
New beginnings. It's like
the whale all over again.
You're not too young to remember
the whale, Laird?
- No, I remember.
- There'll be money in this lot too.
men visitors, Katie.
We don't want them thinking this is
the Orkneys where anything goes.
Now, Katie, chop chop. Chapter One,
in which a young woman and her laird
certain doom by writing
a brilliant guidebook.
The island of Hegg lies half-drowned
and wind-battered,
the furthermost drop of
the outermost spray
of the curling wave of
the Outer Hebrides.
It has a population of 75,
a majority of whom are
probably about...
Though Hegg no doubt
has a certain charm,
it has never been a popular
stop on the tourist trail.
But the islanders remain a hardy
and resourceful people.
married, except one.
The island has one B&B
which offers the traditional Scottish
breakfast of haggis,
sausage, chips and beans, or if you're
feeling more metropolitan,
you can have the continental breakfast,
a bread roll, two Weetabix
and a Snickers bar.
Have we got any Michelin
stars I can put up?
- Are you not cold? Can I get
you a coat? - I'll be fine.
- As always. - You think?
I've got to get out of here, Katie.
I've never been anywhere.
And I want to see the world,
overdose on daiquiris
and be thrown into a volcano.
But you need money for that.
If they ask, we had two stars
but they fell off.
Welcome to the Sunshine,
Hegg's only B&B.
We have rooms available.
- We're looking for the castle.
- We're marketing people.
I'll take you there... for a tenner.
Mum!
I'll take you.
Oh, my God.
Do you like it?
It's spectacular.
And that was the last we any
of us saw of the Americans.
'The gilt work glistened proudly.'
'Time had in no way diminished the
splendours of this castle.'
We're dead. Lara's expecting to walk
straight into his stupid book.
She's not gonna blame you, Steve.
She is a reasonable woman.
Get me an office, a landline,
steeplejacks, welders,
20,000 in cash, 50,000
gallons of water,
the construction crew from
Bonnie Prince Charlie
and a cappuccino.
A seal. Look. How cute.
I've no idea where we are,
but it's perfect.
'The sea turns and shakes
its manacles of salt
too many waves have died.'
What's that?
It's you. Chapter 49 of
my favourite book.
- The Ornithologist's Wife.
- Really?
My husband is gonna be one of the great
writers of the 21 st century.
- So where are we exactly?
- You know where we are.
Do I?
No!
It's just how you described it.
We're on Hegg.
You don't remember it from
your many research trips?
Hey, you guys.
I don't know why we didn't
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"The Decoy Bride" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 12 Nov. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/the_decoy_bride_6629>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In