It all began on New Year's Day...
in my thirty-second year of being single.
Once again, I found myself on my own...
and going to my mother's annual turkey curry buffet.
Every year, she tries to fix me up...
with some bushy-haired, middle-aged bore...
and I feared this year would be no exception.
There you are, dumpling.
My mum--
a strange creature from the time...
when pickles on tooth picks...
were still the height of sophistication.
Doilies, Pam? Hello, Bridget.
Third drawer from the top, Una.
Under the mini gherkins.
By the way, the Darcys are here. They brought Mark with them.
Ah, here we go.
You remember Mark.
You used to play in his paddling pool.
He's a barrister. Very well off.
No, I don't remember.
He's divorced, apparently.
His wife was Japanese. Very cruel race.
Now, what are you going to put on?
This.
Oh, don't be silly, Bridget.
You'll never get a boyfriend...
if you look like you've wandered out of Auschwitz.
Now, run upstairs.
I've laid out something lovely on your bed.
Tsk.
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
Great. I was wearing a carpet.
There she is.
My little Bridget
Hi, Uncle Geoffrey. Ha ha.
-Hmm. Had a drink? -No.
No? Come on, then.
Actually, not my uncle.
Someone who insists I call him uncle...
while he gropes my ass...
and asks me the question dreaded by all Singletons.
So...how's your love life?
Super. Thanks, Uncle G.
Still no fellow, then, eh? I don't know.
You career girls. Can't put it off forever.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
-Hello, Dad. -Hello, darling.
How's it going?
Torture.
Your mother is trying to fix you up with some divorcee.
Uhh.
Human-rights barrister. Pretty nasty beast, apparently.
Hoo. Ding-dong.
Maybe this time Mum had got it right.
Come on. Why don't we see if Mark fancies a gherkin?
Good luck.
Mark?
Maybe this was the mysterious Mr. Right...
I'd been waiting my whole life to meet.
You remember Bridget.
Maybe not.
She's used to run around your lawn...
with no clothes on, remember?
Uh, no, not as such.
Come and look at your gravy, Pam.
I think it's going to need sieving.
Of course it doesn't need sieving.
Just stir it, Una.
Yes, of course. I'll be right there.
Sorry. Lumpy gravy calls.
Let me love you
-So...ha. -So.
You staying at your parents' for New Year?
-Yes. -Mmm.
-You? -Oh, no, no, no.
I was in London at a party last night...
so I'm afraid I'm a bit hung over.
Wish I could be lying with my head in the toilet...
Like all normal people.
New Year's resolution-- drink less.
Oh, and quit smoking. Mmm. Ha.
-Oh. -Oh. Ha.
And keep New Year's resolutions.
Oh. And, uh...
stop talking total nonsense to strangers.
In fact, stop talking, full stop.
Yes, well, perhaps it's time to eat.
Mmm.
I need you, baby
Apparently...
she lives just 'round the corner from you.
Mother, I do not need a blind date.
Particularly not with some verbally incontinent spinster...
who smokes like a chimney, drinks like a fish...
and dresses like her mother.
Yummy.
Turkey curry.
My favorite.
And that was it. Right there.
That was the moment.
I suddenly realized that unless some thing changed soon...
I was going to live a life where my major relationship...
was with a bottle of wine...
and I'd finally die fat and alone...
and be found three weeks later, half-eaten by wild dogs.
Or I was about to turn into Glenn Close...
in "Fatal Attraction."
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
You have no messages.
When I was young
I never needed anyone
And making' love was just for fun
Those days are gone
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
Ohh
Oh-oh-oh
All by myself
Don't wanna live...
And so I made a major decision.
I had to make sure that next year...
I wouldn't end up shit-faced and listening to sad FM...
easy-listening for the over-thirties.
I decided to take control of my life...
and start a diary...
to tell the truth about Bridget Jones...
the whole truth.
Resolution number one-- ohh--
obviously will I lose twenty pounds.
Number two...
always put last night's panties in the laundry basket.
Equally important...
will find nice sensible boyfriend to go out with...
and not continue to form romantic attachments...
to any of the following...
alcoholics, workaholics, commitment-phobics...
peepingtoms, megalomaniacs...
emotional fuck wits, or perverts.
And especially will not fantasize...
about a particular person who embodies all these things.
What you want
Baby, I got
What you need
Do you know I got it?
Unfortunately, he just happens to be my boss...
Editor-in-Chief, Daniel Cleaver.
And for various slightly unfair reasons...
relating to this year's Christmas party...
I suspect he does not fantasize about me.
Oh
Can't live
If living is without you
I can't live
Can't give anymore
Or maybe I'm wrong.
Huh?
Ah.
Happy New Year, Mr. Fitzherbert.
Happy New Year, Brenda.
Mr. Fitzherbert-- Tits Pervert, more like.
Daniel's boss who stares freely at my breasts...
with no idea who lam or what I do.
Morning. I need that "Kafka's Motor bike" release...
by 11:00.
Perpetua-- slightly senior...
and therefore thinks she's in charge of me.
Most of the time...
I just want to staple things to her head.
Publicity.
All I asked-- I only asked...
if he wanted to come on a mini-break to Paris...
Daily call from Jude. Best friend.
Head of investment at Brightlings Bank...
who spends most of her time...
trapped in the lady's toilet, crying over fuck wit boyfriend.
I'm too needy.
Am I codependent?
No, you're not.
It's not you. You're lovely.
It's Vile Richard.
Ugh. He's just a big knob head with no knob.
Is some people's opinion of Kafka...
but they couldn't be more wrong.
This book is a searing vision...
of the wounds our century has inflicted on--
on traditional masculinity.
It's positively Vonnegut-esque.
Thank you for calling, Professor Leavis.
Guest list for launch party.
Ah.
Was that...F.R. Leavis?
Mm-hmm.
Wow.
Huh.
The F.R. Leavis...
who wrote "Mass Civilization and Minority Culture"?
Mm-hmm.
The F.R. Leavis who died in 1978?
Amazing.
Emergency summit with urban family...
for coherent discussion of career crisis.
Fuck 'em. Fuck the lot of them.
Tell them they can stick fucking Leavis...
up their fucking asses.
Good, good. That's very useful, very useful.
Shazzer--journalist...
I likes to say "fuck" a lot.
And, Jude, what would you do if one of your assistants...
made a harmless little mistake like that?
I'd fire you, Bridge.
Excellent.
Is that Cleaver chap still as cute as ever?
Oh, God, yes.
Then I think a well-timed blow job's...
probably the best answer.
- Ohh. - Oh, you love it.
Are you that chap that sang that song?
Yes. Yes, I am.
Tom-- Eighties pop icon
who only wrote one hit record...
then retired because he found that one record...
was quite enough to get him laid...
for the whole of the Nineties.
-Great song. -Thank you so much.
Total poof, of course.
-More vodka? -No.
Yes. Fill her up, God damn it.
At least now I'm in my thirties...
I can hold my drink.
Ohh! Whoops.
-Mind the step. -She's fine. Drive on.
Apparently F.R. Leavis is coming.
Afternoon, Bridget.
What do you mean you're going on holiday?
Well, what about Julia?
Does she have to go to the funeral?
Listen, we got a little problem...
The only problem is the kitchen.
Quite frankly, there isn't room...
Message Mr. Cleaver.
Am appalled by message.
Skirt is demonstrably neither sick nor absent.
Appalled by management's blatantly size-ist attitude...
to skirt.
Suggest management sick, not skirt!
That's quite ridiculous.
Ooh. Oh, I see.
Hang on. Hang on.
Right. Yeah.
No, I understand that.
I understand that perfectly.
Very bad start to the year.
Have been seduced by informality...
of messaging medium into flirting with office scoundrel.
Will persevere with resolution to find a nice sensible man.
Will put a stop to flirting... first thing tomorrow.
Good plan.
Don't get me wrong
If walking past office...
was attempt to demonstrate presence of skirt...
can only say that it has failed parlously.
Cleave.
Shut up, please. I'm very busy and important.
P.S. How dare you sexually harass me...
in this impertinent manner.
Message Jones.
Mortified to have caused offense.
Will avoid all non-P.C. overtones in future.
Deeply apologetic.
P.S. Like your tits in that top.
I'm thinking about the fire works
Mustn't read too much into it, no.
Dum lum dee dum
Dum dum dee dum, dum dum dee dum dum
And it all began, of course...
with some very irresponsible e-mailing...
over Bridget's non-existent skirt.
If I split like light refracted
I'm only off to wander
Daniel. The New York office for you.
Yeah, tell them I'll get back to them.
Once in a while
Daniel.
Jones--
-Evening, Kenneth. -Good evening, Daniel.
If you've got a moment...
I'd like a word before you leave tonight.
Yes, certainly.
-I'll see you in a sec. -Excellent.
-And, Brenda... -Yes?
At the "Kafka's Motor bike" thing...
I thought it might be fun if you introduce me...
before I introduce him.
Add a lovely sense of occasion.
Certainly, sir.
Hmm.
Tch. Brenda, listen.
What are you doing tonight?
Actually, I'm busy.
All right. Well, that's a shame. I just, uh...
well, I thought it might be a charitable thing...
to take your skirt out for dinner...
and try and fatten it up a bit.
-Hmm. -Maybe you can come, too.
What about tomorrow?
No. Tomorrow's the launch.
Ah, yes, of course.
Possibly the worst book ever published.
Well, in the end, that's not the ad line we've gone for.
Next night?
Let's see, shall we?
Good night, Daniel.
Right. No pressure, Bridge...
but your whole future happiness now depends on how you behave...
on this one social occasion.
Right. What should I do?
First, look gorgeous.
Ohh!
Ow! Gooh!
Two--then totally ignore Daniel and suck up to famous authors.
Salman.
Salman. Salman.
Circulate.
Oozing intelligence.
Isn't it terrible about Chechnya?
Chech-nya!
Introduce people with thoughtful details...
such as, "Sheila...
"This is Daniel. Daniel, this is Sheila.
"Sheila enjoys horse-riding and comes from New Zealand.
"Daniel enjoys publishing and comes--"
All over your face?
Exactly.
Excuse me.
I'm terribly sorry to interrupt you...
when you're having dinner. It's just that--
Yes. Yes, it was me.
Yes. Nine years ago.
No current plans to record anything else.
Thank you so much.
Oh, it's just that, ahem...
your--your chair is on my wife's coat.
Your--your chair on the...
Of course it is. Of course it is.
Thank you so much. Thank you.
Hmm. Major dilemma.
If actually do, by some terrible chance...
end up inflagrante...
surely these would be most attractive at crucial moment.
However, chances of reaching crucial moment...
greatly increase by wearing these.
Scary stomach-holding-in panties.
Very popular with grannies the world over.
Ha. Tricky. Very tricky.
Ladies and gentlemen...
welcome to the launch of "Kafka's Motor bike"...
"The Greatest Book of Our Tiime"...
and here to introduce it is Mr. Tits Pervert.
Ooh, Fitzherbert, Fitzherbert, Fitzherbert.
OK, circulate, oozing intelligence.
Ignore Daniel, and be fabulous with everyone else.
I am the intellectual equal of everyone else here.
Ooh.
It's like a whole theory of short fiction...
and of the novella, you know?
And, of course, the problem...
with Martin's definition of the novella...
is that it really only applies to him.
That doesn't sound like Martin.
Not.
I could be wrong. What do you think?
Uh...do you know...
where the toilets are, huh?
Stay calm. Can't get any worse.
What are you doing here?
I've been asking myself the same question.
I came with a colleague.
So how are you?
Well, apart from being very disappointed...
not to see my favorite reindeer jumper again...
I'm well.
Anyone going to introduce me?
Ah, introduce people with thoughtful details.
Perpetua. Ha.
This is Mark Darcy.
Mark's a prematurely middle-aged prick...
with a cruel-raced ex-wife.
Perpetua's a fat-ass old bag...
who spends her time bossing me around.
Maybe not.
Anyone going to introduce me?
Ah, Perpetua.
Uh, this is Mark Darcy.
Mark's a top barrister.
Oh, he comes from Garth and Underwood.
Perpetua is one of my work colleagues.
Why, Mark, I know you by reputation, of course.
Ah, Natasha.
This is Bridget Jones. Bridget, this is Natasha.
Natasha is a top attorney and specializes in family law.
Bridget works in publishing...
and used to play naked in my paddling pool.
-How odd. -Ha ha.
Perpetua, how's the house hunt going?
Disaster.
I oughtn't go into it with you.
By the by, that man is gorgeous.
Ah, yes, Mark.
Just give me time. Give me time.
"You've written as earing vision--"
Can you remember the rest of this?
"Of the wounds our century...
"has inflicted on traditional masculinity.
"Positively Vonnegut-esgue." Obviously.
Listen, you don't know where the loos are here, do you?
Uh, yes. In the hallway.
Thanks.
One, two.
Ladies and gentlemen.
L--
L-ladies and...
L--
Oi!
Sorry. The, uh...
mike's not... work--working. Ahem.
Ladies and gentlemen...
welcome to the launch of "Kafka's Motor bike"...
"The Greatest Book of Our Time."
Obviously except for your books, Mr. Rushdie...
which are also very good.
And Lord Archer...
yours aren't bad, either.
Anyway...
uh, what I mean is, uh...
welcome, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you for coming to the launch of...
one of the top thirty books of our time.
Anyway, at least.
And here to introduce it, ha...
properly, ha ha...
is, uh, the man we all call, uh...
Tits Pervert.
Mr...
Tits Pervert!
Mr...
Tits Pervert.
Fitzherbert, uh...
because...
that is his name.
Mr. Fitzherbert.
Thank you.
Thank you, Brenda.
Just switch this on.
So how autobiographical...
is your work, Salman?
You know, it's an amazing thing...
nobody's ever asked me that question.
Excuse me.
Jones. Sod 'em all.
It was a brilliant...
post-modernist masterpiece of oratorical fireworks, really.
Uhh.
You're looking very sexy, Jones.
I think I'm gonna have to take you out to dinner now...
whether you like it or not, OK?
Come on, get your stuff.
So how do you feel about this whole situation...
in Chechnya? Isn't it a nightmare?
I couldn't give a fuck, Jones.
Now, look, how do you know Arsey Darcy?
Apparently, I used to run 'round naked...
in his paddling pool.
I bet you did, you dirty bitch.
What about you?
Same. Yeah.
No, no, I was best man at his wedding.
Um, knew him from Cambridge.
He was a mate.
And then what?
And then, uh...nothing.
You don't need to protect him. He's no friend of mine.
Well, um, then...
many years later...
I made the somewhat catastrophic mistake...
of introducing him to my fiancee.
And, um...
I couldn't say, in all honesty, I've ever quite forgiven him.
God, so...
he's a nasty bastard.
And a dull bastard.
Yes. Yes, I think that's fair.
Anyway, fuck him. Listen, don't let him ruin our evening.
Why don't you have some more wine...
and tell me more about practicing French-kissing...
with the other girls at school...
because that's a very good story.
-It wasn't French-kissing. -Don't care. Make it up.
That's an order, Jones.
So, um, how about a drink at my place?
Totally innocent, no funny business...
just full sex.
No, no, no.
I should get a taxi.
But thank you for the lovely dinner.
It's a pleasure, Jones.
Oh, love
Love, love
Oh
Ooh
You're alone
All the time
Does it ever puzzle you
Have you asked why you seem
To falling love
And out again
Do you really ever love
Or just pretend
Oh, baby
Why fool yourself?
Don't be afraid to help yourself
Now these are very silly little boots, Jones.
And this is a very silly little dress.
And, um...
these are, uh...
fuck me, absolutely enormous panties.
Jesus. Fuck.
No, no, don't apologize. I like them.
Hello, Mummy.
Love
I'm sorry, I have to have another look.
-They're too good to be true. -No.
There's nothing to be embarrassed about.
I'm wearing something quite similar myself.
-Here, I'll show you. -No. No.
This time decide
That you will open up
Let it in
There's no shame in sharin' love
You feel within
So jump right in
Head over heels
And fall right in
Ha. Huh.
That was fantastic.
Ohh. Mmm.
Ay, ay.
Ohh. Daniel.
Yeah?
What happens at the office?
Oh. Well, I'm glad you asked that.
You see, it's a publishing house.
So that means that people write things for us...
and then we print out all the pages...
and fasten them together...
and make them into what we call a book, Jones.
No, do you think people will notice?
Notice what?
Us. Working together, sleeping together.
Hang on a minute, Jones.
Just slow down. It started on Tuesday...
and now it's Thursday.
It's not exactly...
um, a long-term relationship, is it?
You're very bad.
Ohh.
Mmm.
Bridget Jones, want on sex goddess...
with a very bad man between her thighs.
Mum. Hi.
It's the truth universally acknowledged...
that the moment one area of your life starts going OK...
another part of it falls spectacularly to pieces.
Ah, anyone else want to have it off?
Ha ha. Don't be shy, madame.
French. Have it oeuf. Ha ha! With the wise crack egg peeler.
Now, nice firm grip.
Put it in the hole. And...
up, down, up, down.
And off it comes in your hand.
Oh! Mind the over-spray. Sorry.
Darling, if I came in with my knickers on my head...
he wouldn't notice.
I spent thirty-five years cleaning his house...
washing his clothes, bringing up his children.
I'm your child, too.
To be honest, darling, having children...
isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Given my chance again, I'm not sure I'd have any.
And now it's the winter of my life...
and I haven't actually got anything of my own.
I've got no power, no real career...
no--no sex life.
I've got no life at all.
I'm like the grasshopper who sang all summer.
I'm like Germaine sodding Geer.
Greer.
Well, anyway, I'm not having it. And I've been talent spotted.
Julian thinks I've got great potential.
Who's Julian?
From the Home Shopping Channel.
Comes into the store to have his colors done.
Potential for what?
As a demonstrator on his cable show.
You know, his assistant.
Apparently, it's the highest- rated show on the channel.
Well, apart from the one...
where the fat people beat up their relatives.
Ooh! I must wiz.
-Have you heard from Mark Darcy? -Goodbye, Mum.
Mrs.
Mrs. Jones
Julian.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Goin' on and on and on and on
And a few weeks later, it got lots worse.
Hello!
Look at this.
Paying off this heart-shaped pendant.
One of my own personal recommendations...
is this absolutely stunning...
matching necklace and earring set.
The earrings measuring just over a centimeter...
in genuine diamond with two pairs in lapis lazuli...
in a lovely mock-gold finish.
The exact replica of those worn at Wimbledon...
in 1993 by Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent.
Well.
Has she actually moved out then?
Apparently, she and this tangerine-tinted buffoon...
are suddenly an item.
Half our friends have had them around to bloody dinner.
She's even taking Jaundice Julian...
to Una Alconbury's Tarts and Vicars party.
That's not the Pamela I knew. That's cruel.
Well, still, could be a golden opportunity.
If you spent the entire party flirting with other women...
it would drive Mum wild with jealousy.
What?
That's how I got my man.
Have you got a boyfriend? A real one?
I have, Father. I have.
And he's perfect.
Hurrah. Am no longer tragic spinster...
but proper girlfriend of bonafide a sex god...
so committed that he's taking me...
on a full-blown mini-break holiday weekend.
Just promise me we don't have to sit...
in any little boats and read poncey poetry to each other.
He's also protecting me at Uncle Geoffrey's...
hideous Tarts and Vicars fancy dress party.
This can't be just shagging.
A mini-break means true love.
Suddenly feel like screen goddess...
in manner of Grace Kelly.
Though perhaps ever so slightly less elegant under pressure.
It's very quiet here, isn't it? Are we the only guests, or...
We have a wedding this weekend.
I believe there are just four of you not involved.
Oh. Hmm.
You do the boats, I'll do the tea.
Oh, Jesus.
-Hello there. -Hi.
Well, well.
I take it you're also heading for the Alconbury's rockery.
Yes, that's right.
I brought Natasha. Get a bit of work done.
Thought I might make it a not entirely wasted weekend.
How interesting.
What a gripping life you do lead.
I'll see you upstairs in a second.
Hmm. Well, the weakness of their case...
Lies in the deposition they made on August 30.
Season of mist...
and...
mellow fruitlessness.
Oh, fuck me, I love Keats.
Have you heard this one?
"There was a young woman from Ealing...
"who had a peculiar feeling.
"She lay on her back and opened her crack...
"and pissed all over the ceiling."
Oh, bollocks.
What've you done?
-I'm boarding you, Bridge. -Don't you dare!
-I'm king of the world! -No!
Fuck me. Uhh!
Aah!
Oh, piss and bollocks.
You stupid ass.
Bollocks.
All right.
Aah! No!
So childish.
Aah! No!
Yes.
Hey, Darce, come on in!
The water's lovely!
Come on, you're working too hard, mate.
Ha ha!
-Daniel. -Yes, Bridget?
That thing you just did is actually illegal...
in several countries.
Well, that is, of course, the major reason...
I'm so thrilled to be living in Britain today.
Yes. I can't understand...
why the Prime Minister doesn't mention it more...
in his speeches.
You should write to him about it.
I intend to.
Daniel.
Bridget.
-Do you love me? -Shut up, or I'll do it again.
Do you love me?
Right. You asked for it.
And over we go.
I'm going to give you something to bite on.
Here.
OK? Pop this in your mouth, darling.
You're begging for it.
Stop it.
No, no.
Hmm.
I got to go back to town. A meeting's come up.
On a Sunday?
No. The meeting's first thing tomorrow.
I've got to work on some figures.
We could just pop into the party for a minute.
Bridget, I'm really sorry.
I just can't do it. I've got to head back.
Listen, Daniel...
if you've changed your mind, you could just say so...
because, honestly, I don't see what could be so important.
No, well, you wouldn't, would you?
Because you don't have the faintest bloody idea...
of just how much trouble the company's in.
You swan in in your short skirt...
and your sexy see-through blouse...
and fanny around with press releases.
You know, this is the Americans flying in...
because they're thinking of shutting us down...
for fuck's sake.
Sorry.
I'm sorry, Bridge. I know I'm being a prat.
Look, I'm going to arrange a lovely car...
to come and pick you up and take you back...
to London after the party, OK?
If you have to travel alone, travel in style.
Hmm.
And, um...
I also think it's very important...
that you win this costume competition.
Good.
Good start.
Now, then, Miss Jones, where does this go?
Oh, well, here we go.
Trying hard to fight off a vision...
of Mum and Auntie Una in fishnet tights.
Seems unnatural, wrong even, for 60-year-olds to dress up...
as prostitutes and priests on a Sunday afternoon.
Fly me to the moon
Oh, holy Jesus.
Bridget.
Where are all the other Tarts and Vicars?
Oh, dear. Didn't Geoffrey call you?
Didn't you telephone Colin and Bridget?
How's my little Bridget?
Bop, bop.
Oh.
Geoffrey.
So, where's this chap of yours, then, eh?
Ah, yes, well, he had to work, so...
Ha! A likely tale.
Off they run. Whee!
You are all I long for
Bizarre what some men find attractive.
Oh, God.
Darling! Geoffrey!
What on earth are you wearing?
You look like a common prostitute.
Yes, well, that was, actually, the point.
Say hi to Julian.
Hello, Julian.
My dear...
you and your mother could be sisters.
And what a lovely bracelet.
It's what I call an all-arounder--
the sort of thing one can wear with anything to any occasion.
Oh.
Have you spoken to my dad?
Yes. He's behaving most bizarrely.
I think he was actually trying to flirt...
with Penny Husbands-Bosworth, poor thing.
She was very frightened.
She's only just had her ovaries done.
I don't know what you ever saw in him.
Shh. Bad man.
Heh heh.
Didn't tell you, either.
No. I didn't spend as much as Bernard, thank God.
Oh.
I'm sorry, Dad.
The way she looked at me.
Well, she loves you, really.
You love each other.
This is only a temporary glitch.
Is it?
I don't know.
Ah, Bridget, there you are.
Don't worry. You're not the only one.
This is Penny. Geoffrey didn't get in touch with her, either.
I'm sorry?
I was just saying Geoffrey didn't contact you, either...
to tell you that the Tarts and Vicars concept...
had gone out of the window.
Oh, yes, he did.
Oh, right.
Lovely dress.
Very exotic.
What a shame you couldn't bring your boyfriend, Bridget.
What's his name? David? Darren?
Daniel Cleaver.
Oh. Is he a friend of yours, Mark?
Absolutely not.
I hope he's good enough for our little Bridget.
I think I can say with total confidence absolutely not.
Well, I'm sure he'd say the same about you...
given your past behavior.
Sorry?
I think you know what I mean.
Mark.
Hmm. Looks like Auntie Shirley...
didn't get the message, either.
Hi.
I really, really wanted to see a friendly face.
Oh, now, listen, I'll tell you what.
I have an idea. Let me finish this...
while you go home, have a long hot bath...
and I'll call round, and we'll have dinner later, OK?
Is there someone here?
Not that I'm aware of.
Unless that Bosnian family has moved in again.
Bastards.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
I'm going mad.
Listen, I am feeling really bad, actually.
-I should've been there today. -No, I'm sorry.
No, no, I'm sorry...
but at least I got a hell of a lot of work done.
Just give me one more hour, OK?
Fine. That's fine.
I will go home and de-bunny.
Oh...
and you know last night when I said that I loved you?
Mm-hmm.
I didn't mean it.
I was being ironic.
Oh, God, yeah, I know, I know.
All right.
-Thank you, madam. -Mmm.
Bridge.
Bridget.
This is Lara from the New York office.
Lara, this is Bridget.
Hey, there.
I thought you said she was thin.
I was hoping that you would want to be a part of it.
This is totally insane.
I'm 36 years old. It may be my last chance to have a child.
Alex.
Aah!
The male penetrates the female and leaves.
Coitus is brief and perfunctory...
and the female...
That's wonderful.
Well, I don't think it's bad.
Right.
We've had very good response...
to the Teddy Knows Best teaser campaign
and had various local radio bits for--
Look, Bridge, stop that.
I feel...terrible.
The thing is...
with Lara and me...
well, you know...
No. You'll have to fill me in.
Well, the truth is...
the truth is, we're the same, Bridge, you and me.
You know? We're two people of a certain age...
looking for the moment to commit and finding it really hard.
And I just think that in the end...
it's got to be something extraordinary...
something which makes us go that extra mile.
And I think...
Lara and--
I don't know, being American and all...
it has something to do with confidence and being so...
well, young, you know?
Well, we've...become very close.
Well, you've only just met her. She flew in yesterday.
Uh...
Oh.
Silly Bridget.
You haven't only just met her.
No.
No. I got to know her pretty well...
when we were in the New York office together.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
There's no easy way to say this, but, um...
I wanted you to be the first to know that...
we're engaged.
At times like this...
continuing with one's life seems impossible...
and eating the entire contents of one's fridge...
seems inevitable.
I have two choices--
to give up and accept permanent state of spinster hood...
and eventual eating by dogs... or not.
And this time, I choose not.
I will not be defeated...
by a bad man and an American stick insect.
Instead, I choose vodka...
and ChakaKhan.
I'm every woman
It's all in me
Anything you want done, baby
I'll do it naturally
Mmm
I'm every woman
It's all in me
I can be the most right now
Every girl from A to Z
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa
Ahh.
Ohh!
I can cast a spell
Fuck.
Of secrets you can't tell
Mix a special groove
Put fire inside of you
Any time you feel danger...
Why do you want to be in television?
Well, I've realized that I've become deeply committed...
to communicating to the public...
the up-to-the-moment and in-depth news...
both political and ecological.
What do you think of the El Niņo phenomenon?
Um...it's ab lip.
I think, basically, Latin music is on its way out.
So, why do you want to work in television?
Because I'm passionately committed...
to communicating with children.
They are the future.
Do you have any children of your own?
Oh, Christ, no. Yuck!
Ah.
Sorry.
So, why do you want to work in television?
I've got to leave my current job because I've shagged my boss.
Fair enough. Start on Monday.
We'll see how we go.
Oh, and...
incidentally...
at "Sit Up, Britain"...
no one ever gets sacked for shagging the boss.
That's a matter of principle.
Oh, Bridget.
Come on, it's...
I mean, I know it's been awkward as ass...
but there's no need to leave.
No, actually, there is.
I've been offered a job in television.
Television?
Mmm. And they want me to start straight away.
So I've got to leave in about, ooh, three minutes...
so, um...
Whoa. Just hold it right there, Miss Jones.
I'm sorry to inform you...
but I think you'll find that by contract...
you're expected to give at least six weeks notice.
Ah, yes, well...
I thought with the company being in so much trouble and all...
you wouldn't really miss...
the person who waltzes in in a see-through top...
and fannies about with the press releases.
Bridget.
I want to hear this, because if she gives one inch...
I'm going to fire her bony little bottom anyway...
for being totally spineless.
What?
Well, I just think you should know that, um...
there are lots of prospects here for a talented person.
Just give me a minute, will you, Simon? Thanks.
Right-o, boss man.
Lots of prospects for a person who...
you know, perhaps for personal reasons...
has been slightly overlooked professionally.
Thank you, Daniel. That is very good to know...
but if staying here...
means working within 10 yards of you...
frankly, I'd rather have a job wiping Saddam Hussein's ass.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Takin' care of T.C.B
Sock it to me, sock it to me
Well, bye, everyone.
Just a little bit
I get tired
But keep on tryin'
You're runnin' out of fools
Oh, just sod off.
Hello and welcome to "Sit Up, Britain."
OK, everybody, it is bonfire night...
and we are on fire.
We have live fire station feeds...
from Newcastle, Swansea, Sheffield, and Lewisham...
just poised for tragedy.
Bridget Jones, where are you?
I'm here, Richard.
Put on some more makeup. I want you on-camera.
But--
I'm thinking...mini skirt.
I'm thinking fireman's helmet.
I want you pointing a hose.
I want you sliding down the pole...
and then go straight into the interview.
Great.
I'll do it.
No problem. Fine. Right.
So, you drop into shot...
and then interview Chief Fireman Bevan.
Yep, yep, yep.
Go, go. Go, go. Go!
Go?
Oh, no. We're going to Newcastle first.
Stop!
Climb back up.
On you in thirty seconds.
OK.
Neville, what the fuck is going on?
She's supposed to be sliding down the pole...
-not climbing up it. -Go, go, go, go, go!
Oh, OK.
-Oh! -Oh, Jesus Christ.
Uhh! Uhh!
OK, we're out of time. We're out of time.
Just wind 'erupt.
Well, that seems to be about all we've got time for...
down here in Lewisham.
Uh, Chief Officer Bevan, thank you very much.
Excellent fire station.
Uh, and now...
back to the studio.
Whoo!
Excellent. Am national laughing stock.
Have bottom the size of Brazil.
Am daughter of broken home...
and rubbish at everything and...
oh, God.
I'm having dinner with Magda and Jeremy.
The only thing worse than as mug married couple--
Lots of smug married couples.
Right, everyone. This is Bridget.
Bridge, this is Hugo and Jane.
And, obviously, you know, of course...
Cosmo and Woney.
-Hi, Bridge. -Hi, Bridge.
This is Alistair and Henrietta...
Julia and Michael...
Joanne and Paul...
and Jeremy's partners from chambers.
This is Natasha Glenville and Mark Darcy.
Hi, there.
Hello.
Not in your bunny girl outfit today?
No.
We bunnies only wear our tails on very special occasions.
-Sit yourself down. -Right.
Hey, Bridge, how's your love life?
Oh...
Still going out with that publishing chap pie?
Uh, no, no.
Terribly brill.
Never dip your nib in the office ink.
Right.
You really ought to hurry up...
and get sprugged up, you know, old girl?
Time's a-running out. Tick-tock.
Yes, yes.
Uh, tell me, is it one in four marriages...
that ends in divorce now or one in three?
One in three.
Seriously, though.
Offices full of single girls in their thirties--
fine physical specimens...
but they just can't seem to hold down a chap.
Yes. Why is it...
there are so many unmarried women in their thirties...
these days, Bridget?
Oh, I don't know.
Suppose it doesn't help that underneath our clothes...
our entire bodies are covered in scales.
I very much enjoyed...
your Lewis ham fire report, by the way.
Thank you.
I just...
yeah, well.
So.
It didn't work out with Daniel Cleaver?
No, it didn't.
I'm delighted to hear it.
Look, are you and Cosmo in this together?
I mean, you seem to go out of your way...
to try to make me feel like a complete idiot...
every time I see you, and you really needn't bother.
I already feel like an idiot most of the time anyway--
with or without a fireman's pole.
That'll be my taxi.
Good night.
Look, um...
I'm sorry if I've been...
What?
I don't think you're an idiot at all.
I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you.
Your mother's pretty interesting.
And you really are...
an appallingly bad public speaker.
And you tend to let whatever's in your head...
come out of your mouth...
without much consideration of the consequences.
I realize that when I met you at the turkey curry buffet...
that I was unforgivably rude and wearing a reindeer jumper...
that my mother had given me the day before.
But the thing is, um...
what I'm trying to say very inarticulately is...
that, um...
infact...
perhaps, despite appearances...
I like you very much.
Ah. Apart from the smoking and the drinking...
and the vulgar mother and the verbal diarrhea.
No. I like you very much-- just as you are.
Mark, we really are making progress on the case in here.
Jeremy's had the most brilliant idea.
Right.
I must go, because...
well...
bye.
Someone exactly like you
I've been travelin' all around the world
Just as you are?
Not thinner? Not cleverer?
Not with slightly bigger breasts and a slightly smaller nose?
Someone like you
Mm-mmm.
To make it all worth while
Well...
fuck me.
Keep me satisfied
Someone exactly like you
But this is someone you hate, right?
Mmm. Mmm.
Yes, yes. I hate him.
I've been traveling a hard road
November 9. Weight--138 pounds.
Cigarettes--three.
Birthday--thirty-three.
OK, Bridget, see if you can get it right this time.
The verdict in the Aghani-Heaney case is expected today.
Get yourself down to the high court.
I want a hard headed interview.
You do know the Aghani-Heaney case?
Yes, of course.
Big case...
featuring someone called Aghanihini.
Or two people called Kafir Aghani and Eleanor Heaney.
That's the one.
She's a British aid worker. He's a Kurdish freedom fighter.
The government want to extradite him home...
where he'll certainly be executed.
She's married to him...
and they fought for five years to keep him here.
Today is the decision.
Oh, that's exciting.
Yes, it is... so what are you waiting for?
Am suddenly hard-headed journalist...
ruthlessly committed to promoting justice and liberty.
Nothing can distract me from my dedication...
to the pursuit of truth.
Well, almost nothing.
Right. I'll just pop to the shop for some ciggies.
14 p for the Polos and packet of Wheat Crunchies.
Packet of Embassy, please.
I'm sorry. I'm not quite fin--
Good afternoon.
Hi.
You like me just the way I am.
Sorry?
Nothing.
Bridget, we've fucked up utterly.
Eleanor Heaney and Kafir Aghani have come and gone.
Oh, God. I'll be sacked.
Did the others get interviews?
I don't know. I was having a slash.
Actually, nobody got interviews.
How do you know?
Because I was defending him...
and I told him not to give any interviews.
Look...
I have a plan.
And action.
Mr. Darcy, you were defending Mr. Aghani.
You must be delighted.
Yes, well, Kafir Aghani has spent his entire life...
defending the basic human rights...
of his own people, and today's verdict...
has been the result of five years of struggle...
by this woman, Eleanor Heaney...
to save the man she loves from an extradition order...
that would've been tant amount to a death sentence.
Right.
And, Eleanor, over to you.
Did you fancy Kafir the first time that you saw him?
This has been Bridget Jones for "Sit Up, Britain"...
with, let's face it, a bit of a crush now, actually.
Good afternoon.
Bridget Jones-- already a legend.
I feel fantastic, bombastic
Ecstatically astounded
Got a girl who can really use her brain
I feel surrounded, confounded
Emotionally dumbfounded
Oh, joy. I am broadcasting genius.
Celebrating by cooking birthday feast for close friends.
Have sneaking suspicion...
am also something of a genius in the kitchen as well.
Tie flavor-enhancing leek and celery together with string.
Right.
String.
String, string, string.
Perfect.
I don't think so
Finely slice oranges and grate zest.
Why don't you leave it there?
I feel fantastic, bombastic, ecstatic...
Aah! Oh, bugger!
Oh, bugger, bugger!
I feel surrounded, confounded
Emotionally dumbfounded
Where the fuck is the fucking tuna?
Oh, this is Bridget Jones for "Sit Up, Britain"...
searching for tuna.
Bridget Jones.
Hello, darling.
Hi, Mum.
I just wanted a bit of a chat.
Ouch! Careful, you ham-fisted cunt!
The thing is, darling, I'm--
Between you and me, I'm not entirely sure...
that Julian isn't a bit of a shit.
Yes, well, you know, Mum...
I haven't really got time right now.
Oh, l...
I can't deny the sex is still very surprising.
You know, the other night, quite unexpectedly...
I was just dozing off, and I felt this huge--
Bye, Mum.
Ecch.
Oh.
Who can be calling now?
Oh.
The door was open.
I came to congratulate...
the new face of British current affairs.
Huh.
But I see I may have come at a bad time.
How's it look?
Great. It's, um...blue.
Blue?
No, but blue is good.
If you ask me, there isn't enough blue food.
Oh, shit. It must've been the string.
Oh, it's string soup?
Oh, God. They're going to be here any minute.
Well, don't worry. I'm sure they've come to see you...
and not orange parfait in sugar cages.
Have a drink.
Yes.
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
Did I really run round your lawn naked?
Oh, yes.
You were four, and I was eight.
Well, that's a pretty big age difference.
It's quite pervy, really.
Yes, I like to think so.
What are we going to do about this dinner, then?
We can have blue soup to start, orange pudding to end, and...
well, for main course, we have...
uh, congealed green gunge.
-That is caper berry gravy. -Oh, yes. Yeah.
-Do you have eggs? -Yes.
Right.
-Omelet it is, then. -Ah.
With caper berry gravy.
You wouldn't by any chance have any beet root cubes?
A mini-gherkin, stuffed olive?
No, Pam, and besides, I'm busy.
The gravy needs sieving.
Surely not. Just stir it, Una.
In the dark
I can hear
Happy, happy birthday!
Hey, TV queen.
Hey, Bridge, you looked fantastic.
Hello.
Are you joining us?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
What did you say?
It's OK
Mmm, mmm
Did you miss me?
Excellent.
Mmm. Yeah.
Delicious.
Really special.
It's really--really very good.
Really. It's very nice.
Say...
Mmm.
Mark, why did your wife leave you?
Mmm. Eat up.
Eat up. Two more lovely courses to go.
Make it mine
They can talk
Mmm, delicious.
I have to say, this really is the most incredible shit.
This is the worst of the three.
It does actually remind me of something.
It tastes like--
Marmalade.
Well done, Bridge.
Four hours of careful cooking and a feast of blue soup...
omelet, and marmalade.
Thank you.
I think that deserves a toast, don't you?
To Bridget...
who cannot cook, but who we love...
just as she is.
To Bridget...
just as she is.
Did you miss me?
I'll go.
Who?
Ah. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
I'm obviously interrupting a...
Darcy.
What brings you here?
Oh, right. Yeah.
I should've guessed, shouldn't l?
Hi. I'm Tom. It's really good to meet you at last.
Yeah, listen, I just came to, uh...
I thought you might be on your own.
Huh. What an idiot.
Excuse me.
I've been going crazy.
I can't stop thinking about you...
and thinking what a fucking idiot I've been.
Christ, is that blue soup?
Yes.
That Sunday in the country...
Come outside.
It was all just going so fast--
the hotel and that weekend, meeting your parents.
I just panicked.
You know me. I'm...
I'm a terrible disaster...
with a posh voice and a bad character.
You're the only one who can save me, Bridge.
I need you. Without you, twenty years from now...
I'll be in some seedy bar with some seedy blonde.
Well, what about Lara?
Oh, over, over. totally fucking finito.
Dumped me.
She realized that I hadn't got over you.
I know you're thinking...
it's just a sex thing, but I promise you...
whenever I see that skimpy little skirt on TV...
I just close my eyes and listen...
to all the intelligent things you've said.
I was thrilled that little Kurdish bloke was set free.
Bridge...
I missed you a lot.
Oh, God.
I'm going now. Bye.
Mark, stay. We--
No, I don't think I will.
Well, listen, don't leave on my behalf.
I think it's time you and I put this past behind us.
At least stay for a birthday drink...
with me and Bridge, huh?
Good-bye, Bridget.
Mark.
Why are you here?
Bridge...
I just told you why I'm here.
Why was Mark "Wanker" Darcy here?
Oh, bloody hell. Wait a minute. He's back.
All right, Cleaver, outside.
I'm sorry?
Outside?
Uh, should I bring my dueling pistols or my sword?
All right. Hang on.
I should've done this years ago.
Done what?
This.
Ooh! Fuck!
Fuck me, that hurt!
Ahh!
What the fuck do you think you're doing?
-This. -Aah!
Aah! Oh, Christ, not again.
Uhh!
Fight!
What?
Well, quick!
It's a real fight!
It's a fight!
All right, all right, all right.
I give up. I give up.
Just give me a moment, all right? Just...
Let me get a moment's break here, OK?
Cheat!
Cheat! Cheat!
I should've knew it!
Ow, ow, ow, ow!
Whose side are we on?
Mark's, obviously.
He's never dumped Bridget for some naked American.
And he said he liked her just the way she is.
Yeah, but he also shagged Daniel's fiancee...
and left him broken hearted.
Good point. It's a very hard one to call.
It's raining men
Hallelujah, it's raining men
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh, yes!
Mark!
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, all right?
Ohh! Ohh!
Aah!
Oh, God, I'm sorry.
I really am sorry.
I--I will pay.
Had enough, Darcy?
Not quite, if that's all right by you.
Oh! You broke my bloody jaw!
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear what's-his-name
Happy birthday to you
It's raining men
Hallelujah, it's raining men
-Uh... -Ohh...
-Uhh. -Uhh.
Jesus.
Uhh.
All right.
-All right? -Enough.
Enough.
Wanker.
What is your problem?
-My problem? -Yes.
You give the impression of being all moral and noble...
and normal...
and helpful in the kitchen...
but you're just as bad as the rest of them.
Well, I can see that I've been laboring...
under a misapprehension.
A very, very foolish mistake. Forgive me.
Uhh.
Let's go back upstairs.
Come on.
We belong together, Jones.
Me, you.
Poor little skirt.
Right.
If I can't make it with you...
I can't make it with anyone.
Um...
That's not a good enough offer for me.
I'm not willing to gamble my whole life...
on someone who's...
well, not quite sure.
It's like you said.
I'm still looking for something...
more extraordinary than that.
Ding dong, merrily on high
December 25.
Weight--140 pounds...
Plus forty-two mince pies.
Alcohol units--
Oh, thousands.
Bugger off!
Come on, kids.
This baroque carriage clock...
is a particular festive favorite of mine...
incorporating the Hallelujah Chorus...
from Handel's "Messiah"...
every hour on the hour.
I don't understand it.
The man's actually turned red now.
Merry Christmas, Pamela.
Well...
I'm going to Bedfordshire.
Night, night.
The thing is...
well, close up, he was almost purple.
You were such a lovely normal color.
He had a filthy temper.
And, well, the jewelry is fabulous...
and really very reasonably priced and...
I thought I might ask if...
we could have another go.
I mean, obviously, with some effort on your part...
to pay a bit more attention to me.
I do realize what I'm like sometimes.
It doesn't help that you and Bridget...
have your lovely grownup club of two...
and always saying...
"What's silly old Mummy gone and done this time?"
You used to be mad about me.
You couldn't get enough of me.
What do you think?
I don't know, Pam.
I just don't know now.
It's been very hard.
Oh, Colin.
I'm joking, you daft cow.
Oh!
Pam, I just don't work without you.
Awful.
Lovely, lovely, lovely.
Get back up those stairs, young lady.
Get dressed.
What for?
The Darcys' ruby wedding party.
What for, indeed.
Mark will be there-- still divorced.
He's also still deranged. I'm not going.
Poor Mark. It's always a bad time of year for him.
You know, his Japanese wife left him on Christmas Day.
Cruel race.
Yes, but I'm not quite sure...
he didn't deserve it, actually.
She ran off with his best friend from Cambridge.
Total scoundrel, apparently.
Best man at his wedding.
Christmas Eve, Mark comes home early from work...
finds the pair of them in a most unorthodox position--
stark naked, a tit like rabbits.
Just give me five minutes.
Ain't no mountain high enough
Oh, ho
Ain't no valley low enough
Whoo
Ain't no river wide enough
Stop. Stop the car. Stop the car.
Dad, get out. Too slow!
Ain't no valley low enough
Say it again
Ain't no river wide enough
Hey, to keep me from you
Dad, get in.
-Hurry. -What's your hurry?
Not too fast.
Keep me from you
A bit snowy, isn't it?
Ain't no mountain high enough
Oh, ho
Ain't no valley low enough
Whoo
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from you
Ain't no mountain high enough
Ow, ain't no valley low enough
Say it again
Ain't no river wide enough
Hey, to keep me from you
Sorry. One moment.
Thank you for inviting me.
I didn't. It must've been my parents.
So...
So.
Hello, Bridget.
Didn't know you were coming.
Mark, your father wants to begin A.S.A.P.
Oh, does he? Right.
Well, uh...
Come on, Mark. Be helpful, please.
The caterers have totally screwed up.
Does nothing work outside of London?
Hmm? Apparently not.
Well, I'd better...
Listen, uh...
I owe you an apology about Daniel.
He said that you ran off with his fiancee...
and left him broken hearted, he said.
Ah.
No, it was the other way around.
It was my wife...
my heart.
Sorry.
That's why you always acted so strangely around him...
and beat him to a pulp, quite rightly.
Well done.
Well, um...
Can we just, um...
pop out there...
for a moment?
Quite delightful, isn't it, my dear?
OK.
I just have something that I want to say.
Um...
You once said that you liked me just as I am...
and I just wanted to say... like wise.
I mean...
there are stupid things your mum buys you.
Tonight's another classic.
You're haughty, and you always say the wrong thing...
in every situation.
And I seriously believe that you should...
rethink the length of your side burns.
But you're a nice man...
and...
I like you.
So if you wanted to pop by sometime...
that might be nice.
More than nice.
Right.
Crikey.
Ladies and gentlemen...
could I have your attention fora moment, please?
Excuse me.
Of course.
...wife and companion Geraldine.
A toast to her, my--my wonderful wife Geraldine.
To Geraldine.
And we, in turn...
have been blessed with our son, Mark.
He's always made usproud...
and we couldn't be prouder of him...
than on this particular day...
because I'm thrilled to announce...
he has just been invited to be a senior partner...
in the firm of Abbott and Abbott in New York.
He also, incidentally...
takes with him his brilliant partner in law...
Natasha.
And, well,I don't think they'll mind...
since we're amongst friends...
if I say that someday this remarkably clever girl...
is going to be something-else-in-law as well.
I begged him not to say anything.
So I ask you now...
to charge your glasses once again...
to Markandhis Natasha.
To Mark and his Natasha.
No!No!
It's just that...
it's such a terrible pity...
f-for England...
to lose...
such a great legal brain.
-Is she pissed? -What?
F-for the people of England...
I like me and you...
to lose one of our top people.
Uh...
just top person, really.
Ahem.
Well...better dash.
I've got another party to go to.
It's single people.
Mainly...poofs.
Bye.
Knew the sight
Wasn't right
I was stupid
For a while
Swept away
By you
And now I feel
Like a fool
So confused
My heart's bruised
Was I ever loved by you?
Out of reach
So far
I never had your heart
Out of reach
Couldn't see
We were never meant to be
Catch myself
From the spell
I could drown if I stay here
Keepin' busy
Every day
I know I will be OK
Yes?
Hi, it's us!
Oh.
Great. Come on up.
Have we got the most fantastic surprise for you.
Oh, no. You're not going to sing.
Not that fantastic, sadly, no, but still pretty good.
We've decided we're taking you to Paris for the weekend.
Forget everything--particularly, forget about Mark Darcy.
I can't believe you said what you said you said.
I know.
There goes my invite to the Darcys' next year.
If he didn't leap over the family heirlooms...
and whip you up in his arms, then sod him.
Yes. He's clearly the most dreadful cold fish.
Exactly.
I mean, there's been all these bloody hints...
and stuff, but has he ever actually...
stuck his fucking tongue down your fucking throat?
No. Not once.
I think we should pack, shouldn't we?
Passport, Bridget. And pants.
Yep, pants.
Hurry up, Bridge!
We're freezing our bollocks off out here!
Yeah. Just the keys.
I'm stuck! Oh!
Come the fuck on, Bridget.
Close the door.
Bridget?
Stop being so bossy.
What are you doing here?
I just wanted to know if you were available...
for barmitzvahs and christenings...
as well as ruby weddings.
Excellent speech.
I thought that you were in America.
Well, yes, I was, but, um...
I realized I'd forgotten something back home.
Which was?
Well, I realized I'd forgotten to, um...
kiss you good-bye. Do you mind?
Um....
not really, no.
So...
you're not going to America, then?
-No. -No.
-Not. -Oh, oh.
You're staying here?
So it would seem.
Aah!
Go, Bridget!
Friends of yours?
No. I've never seen them before in my life.
Look, are you coming to fucking Paris or not?
Not.
-No fucking room anyway. -No.
Maybe we should just go upstairs for a minute.
Yes. Very good idea.
No. Come on, let's go. No.
Of course she's not coming.
Close it down.
Uh...
give me just a minute.
Um...keep yourself busy. Read something.
Lots of very high-quality magazines...
with helpful fashion and romance tips.
I'll be right with you.
Definitely an occasion for genuinely tiny knickers.
Right.
Mark?
Mark!
Oh.
Oh, shit.
Double shit.
Bollocks!
Oh, God.
Ooh! Wish me luck!
Good luck, crazy girl!
Ain't no mountain high enough
-Oh, ho -Ain't no valley low enough
-Ooh -Ain't no river wide enough
-Oh -To keep me from you
Ain't no mountain high enough
Ow, ain't no valley low enough
Say it again, ain't no river wide enough
Hey, to keep me from you
Ain't no mountain high enough
Nothing can keep me
Mark?
Keep me from you
Mark!
Oh, damn.
Ain't no mountain high enough
No, ain't no valley low enough
I am so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean it.
I mean, I meant it...
but I was so stupid that I didn't mean what I meant.
Oh, for Christ's sakes.
It's only a diary.
Everyone knows diaries are just full of crap.
I know that.
I was just buying you a new one.
Time to make a new start, perhaps.
I've been searchin' a long time
For someone exactly like you
I've been traveling all around the world
Waitin' for you
To come through
Someone like you
Will make it all worth while
Wait a minute.
Nice boys don't kiss like that.
Oh, yes, they fucking do.
Keep me satisfied
Someone exactly like you
The best is yet to come
Have you met Miss Jones?
Someone said as we shook hands
She was just Miss Jones
To me
And now I've met Miss Jones
And we'll keep on meeting
Till we're done
Miss Jones and I
Whoa, fellas
And all at once
I lost my breath
And all at once
Was scared to death
And all at once
I owned the earth
And sky
Now I've met Miss Jones
And we'll keep on meeting
Till we're done
Miss Jones and I
How!
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings
It was so careless of me
I guess I've gone and done it
It's just a matter of time
Nothing I can do
But tell you I'm sorry
And that's the hardest part of all
'Cause your love's the killin' kind
Your love's the killin' kind
Yeah
I'd rather walk on glass
Than see tear drops in your eyes
And I'd fall to pieces
Just to hold you
The best thing in my life
And it's just luck I get to love you
You're the one thing that's right
You're the light in my hell's darkness
'Cause your love's the killin' kind
Your love's the killin' kind
Oh, yeah
I just might cry now
Lie
Lay down and die now
You've done it to me
You're puttin' me under
I close my eyes at night
Sittin' under sky
I love you and all is pleasures
Baby, feels so right
My arms won't be of any use at all
If I can't hold you
'Cause your love's the killin' kind
Your love's the killin' kind
Not of this earth
You've changed places with the sun
I know that you're the one
I love what we've become
Not of this earth
Not surprised we're unashamed
She's gonna have to change her name
Then we'll know they'll be the same
She's not of this earth
And I believe we've seen the worst
If I ever leave this world
You will have a song to sing
So you know what you're worth