601
Right, moment of truth awaits.
602
What if I am pregnant?
603
I must try not to get hopes up too high.
604
Boyfriend and baby seems just too lucky.
605
Bridg]et? I have been looking]
everywhere for you.
606
I thoug]ht you'd broken a leg]
or something]... Oh, God.
607
- You're not...?
- I mig]ht be.
608
- What if I were?
- Well, I suppose l'd...
609
To be quite frank,
it'd be bloody1 fantastic.
610
I mean, if a little ahead of schedule.
611
- Are you really preg]nant?
- Well, g]ive it three minutes.
612
- What do you fancy? Boy or a g]irl?
- I dunno, it doesn't matter.
613
Althoug]h, I suppose I've always had
the fantasy of a son.
614
- Another Mark Darcy.
- Or maybe something] like Huck.
615
Or River. Or some fabulous2
Hebrew name like Noah.
616
Anyway, I could teach him
to play cricket and rug]by
617
and visit him at Eton
on St Andrew's Day.
618
Eton?
619
Yes. The Darcy men have been g]oing]
to Eton for five g]enerations.
620
Well, my son's not g]oing] to be
sent away from home.
621
Especially to some fascist3 institution
where they stick a poker4 up your arse
622
that you're never allowed
to remove ag]ain.
623
I see.
624
- I didn't mean you.
- No, of course not.
625
So what's the alternative?
Sleeping] in his parents' bed,
626
breastfeeding] until he's a teenag]er
627
and some prog]ressive school, where the
day is spent sing]ing] Yellow Submarine?
628
Oh, you're absolutely rig]ht.
629
It's madness to allow a child to enjoy
his education or live with his parents.
630
What is madness is to have a child
if his parents can't have a discussion
631
without one shouting] at the other.
632
It's neg]ative.
633
- That's too bad.
- Yes, very sad.
634
Perhaps we should g]o out for lunch
tomorrow. Get out of the g]rump.
635
That's a g]ood idea in theory,
but you made a family arrang]ement.
636
Oh, God.
637
[doorbell]
638
Darling]s!
639
I've had the fabulous idea
of inviting] your parents.
640
[Bridget] Another one
of Mother's culinary triumphs.
641
- Everything in miniature.
- Mini treacle5 tart6, Admiral Darcy?
642
No, no, thank you. The mini spotted7 dick
rather finished me off.
643
[polite laug]hter]
644
So, Mark, Bridg]et, when are you
two lovebirds g]oing] to name the day?
645
Bridg]et, you must want to hear
those ding]-dong] bells.
646
Well, we're certainly not thinking]
about that yet. Are we, Bridg]et?
647
No. God, no.
648
Of course not.
649
[Mr Jones] Good.
Well, that's that sorted.
650
So, Admiral, out on the hig]h seas.
How was it?