Fifty Shades Freed

Anastasia, I vow to love you faithfully, forsaking all others.

I promise to love, to trust, and to respect you.

To comfort you in times of need, and keep you safe.

All that I have is now yours.

I give you my hand and my heart for as long as we both shall live.

Christian...

I vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health.

I promise to love you unconditionally.

To honor and respect you, to bring you solace in times of need.

I promise to cherish you

as long as we both shall live.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Hi.

Oh, my God, thank you!

You're welcome.

You look so elegant.

I can't believe that just happened.

I know.

Hey, who is that with Elliot?

I don't know, but she's about to lose that hand.

Okay. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah. Right?

Mrs. Grey?

That's me.

Yeah. You.

Let's get out of here. I'm sick of sharing you with the riffraff.

I have to change.

Okay.

Be quick.

Out of the way.

You own this?

We own this.

- Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey. - (ANASTASIA SQUEALS)

Monsieur, monsieur.

Take it. It's a present.

It's a rock.

Take it.

We can't bother people like this. Sorry. Come on.

Will you put this on my back, you grouch?

If you insist.

Take off the whole thing.

Not a chance.

Why?

You're showing plenty as it is.

I am wearing more than any woman here.

You wanna be ogled by every guy on the beach? Including Taylor?

Hmm.

When's Taylor gonna get a vacation?

We need security.

On the beach? Why?

Because we do.

You're done.

I'm gonna go for a swim. You coming?

Mmm-hmm.

I'm right behind you.

Here you go, sir.

Ana. - (MOANS SOFTLY)

What the hell are you doing?

I must have turned over in my sleep. (CHUCKLES)

- Yeah? It's not funny. - Oh!

Come on! It's a little funny.

Christian, look around.

There's nothing but boobs for as far as the eye can see.

It's boobs in Boobland.

Nobody cares about mine.

They will when they're on the cover of some sleazy tabloid.

All right?

We're going back to the boat.

- (SQUEALS) - Hold on.

You insist on defying me, Mrs. Grey.

- What should I do about that? - (CHUCKLES)

Learn to live with it.

Mmm, it's not my style.

How come you always braid my hair?

Hush.

Do you remember your safe word?

Mmm-hmm.

- Purple. - (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- Ana. - (LAUGHS)

Red.

Right. Good.

Lift up your arms.

Mmm.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna glue this to you.

Don't pull. They'll bite.

I'm gonna fuck you until you scream.

Do you love me?

You know I love you.

Then why do you defy me?

Because I can.

- (CHRISTIAN GRUNTING) - (MOANING)

I should misbehave more often.

Yeah, maybe you should.

Mmm. - (CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Ros, what's up?

I'm sorry to interrupt your honeymoon.

We had a fire in the main server room this morning.

- Was anyone injured? - No.

And the damage could have been much worse.

The fire suppression system kicked in.

It looks like arson.

Someone planted an explosive device.

This guy.

Security is sweeping the room for fingerprints and DNA.

Did he get any data?

He took some of your personal files

and then he might have set the fire to cover his tracks.

Can you go back?

Oh, my God. That's Jack.

Who's Jack?

Jack Hyde. Formerly of SIP.

He was my boss. Uh-huh.

Not anymore. He's been dealt with.

I'm sorry, we need to go home.

Ros, can you tell Andrea I need the jet in Nice tomorrow, please?

Got it.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Grey.

Oh, don't be.

Why would Jack do that? It's insane.

What?

I got a report from the FAA.

They don't think that the helicopter crash was an accident.

They said it looks like sabotage.

Sabotage? Why wouldn't you tell me that?

I didn't want you to worry.

You think Jack did that, too?

Why would he be going to these lengths?

I don't know.

But don't worry. I swore I'd keep you safe and I will.

Linc.

Grey.

Hello.

It's my wife, Anastasia.

- Ah, Mrs. Grey. - Hi.

Congratulations.

- (CLEARS THROAT) - Thank you.

And good luck.

What was that?

Never mind.

Tell me.

That's Elena's ex.

Mr. Robinson?

Yes.

Doesn't like me very much.

I could tell.

Ana, that's not funny.

- Hey. - Oh.

- Uh... - (CLEARS THROAT)

Mr. and Mrs. Grey, welcome home.

- Thank you. - Hi, Gail.

Sawyer, ma'am.

Hello, hi.

- This is my colleague, Prescott. - Hi.

Just Sawyer and Prescott? That's it?

Keep it simple.

They'll be in charge of your personal security.

Oh. Both of you?

We'll mostly take turns, Mrs. Grey.

You won't even know we're here.

That seems unlikely, but thank you. (CHUCKLES)

Can I get you something to eat before I unpack your bags?

I'm good. Anastasia?

Some tea, perhaps?

Yeah, yes. Thank you.

I mean, please, and thank you.

- I'll be in my office. - Okay.

Laters, baby.

Now, when you have a moment,

we should discuss how you'd like to run the household.

"Run the household"?

The dinner menus,

- the wine list, the flowers. - Oh.

And what changes you'd like made to the décor.

Um...

I know it's a lot to take in, Mrs. Grey. There's no rush.

Can't you just call me Ana?

Well, Mr. Grey likes to be called Mr. Grey, so that would be a little odd.

Right, okay.

Now, what would you like for tonight?

I have boeuf bourguignon...

Actually, I was kind of thinking that maybe I could just cook dinner

for Christian tonight.

Mrs. Grey...

I'm so sorry. I don't wanna mess up your plans, I'm sorry.

Mrs. Grey, this is your home.

This is your kitchen. You don't need to ask permission.

Now, why don't I show you what's in the fridge,

and you can take it from there?

Perfect. (CHUCKLES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

Perfect timing.