INT. BOOKSHOP - DAY

	The next day.  William and Martin quietly co-existing.  An annoy-
	ing customer enters.  Mr. Smith.

				MR. SMITH
		Do you have any books by Dickens?

				WILLIAM
		No, we're a travel bookshop.  We only
		sell travel books.

				MR. SMITH
		Oh right.  How about the new John
		Grisham thriller?

				WILLIAM
		No, that's a novel too.

				MR. SMITH
		Oh right.  Have you got a copy of
		'Winnie the Pooh'?

	Pause.

				WILLIAM
		Martin -- your customer.

				MARTIN
		Can I help you?

	William looks up.  At that moment the entire window is suddenly
	taken up by the huge side of a bus, obscuring the light -- and
	entirely covered with a portrait of Anna -- from her new film,
	'Helix.'

	INT. WILLIAM'S HOUSE - CONDOR/LIVING ROOM - DAY

	William heads upstairs and pauses.  Spike coming down, wearing
	full body scuba diving gear.

				SPIKE
		Hey.

				WILLIAM
		Hi...

	INT. WILLIAM'S KITCHEN - DAY

	The two of them fixing a cup of tea in the kitchen.

				WILLIAM
		Just incidentally -- why are you
		wearing that?

				SPIKE
		Ahm -- combination of factors really.
		No clean clothes...

				WILLIAM
		There never will be, you know, unless
		you actually clean your clothes.

				SPIKE
		Right.  Vicious circle.  And then I was
		like rooting around in your things,
		and found this, and I thought -- cool.
		Kind of spacey.

	EXT. WILLIAM'S TERRACE - DAY

	The two of them on the rooftop terrace, passing the day.
	William is reading 'The bookseller.'  The terrace is small and
	the plants aren't great -- but it overlooks London in a rather
	wonderful way.  Spike still in scuba gear, goggles on.

				SPIKE
		There's something wrong with the
		goggles though...

				WILLIAM
		No, they were prescription, so I could
		see all the fishes properly.

				SPIKE
		Groovy.  You should do more of this stuff.

				WILLIAM
		So -- any messages?

				SPIKE
		Yeh, I wrote a couple down.

				WILLIAM
		Two?  That's it?

				SPIKE
		You want me to write down all your
		messages?

	William closes his eyes in exasperation.

				WILLIAM
		Who were the ones you didn't write
		down from?

				SPIKE
		Ahm let's see -- ahm.  No.  Gone
		completely.  Oh no, wait.  There was --
		one from your mum: she said don't
		forget lunch and her leg's hurting
		again.

				WILLIAM
		Right.  No one else?

				SPIKE
		Absolutely not.

	Spike leans back and relaxes.

				SPIKE
		Though if we're going for this
		obsessive writing-down-all-messages
		thing -- some American girl called
		Anna called a few days ago.

	William freezes -- then looks at Spike.

				WILLIAM
		What did she say?

				SPIKE
		Well, it was genuinely bizarre...
		she said, hi -- it's Anna -- and then
		she said, call me at the Ritz -- and
		then gave herself a completely
		different name.

				WILLIAM
		Which was?

				SPIKE
		Absolutely no idea.  Remembering one
		name's hard enough...

	INT. WILLIAM'S LIVING ROOM - DAY

	William on the phone.  We hear the formal man at the other end of
	the phone.  And then intercut with him.

				WILLIAM
		Hello.

				RITZ MAN (V.O.)
		May I help you, sir?

				WILLIAM
		Ahm, look this is a very odd
		situation.  I'm a friend of Anna
		Scott's -- and she rang me at home the
		day before yesterday -- and left a
		message saying she's staying with
		you...

	INT. RITZ RECEPTION - DAY

				RITZ MAN
		I'm sorry, we don't have anyone of
		that name here, sir.

				WILLIAM
		No, that's right -- I know that.  She
		said she's using another name -- but
		the problem is she left the message
		with my flatmate, which was a serious
		mistake.

	INT. WILLIAM'S LIVING ROOM

				WILLIAM (cont'd)
		Imagine if you will the stupidest
		person you've ever met -- are you
		doing that...?

	Spike happens to be in the foreground of this shot.  He's read-
	ing a newspaper.

				RITZ MAN
		Yes, sir.  I have him in my mind.

				WILLIAM
		And then double it -- and that is the
		-- what can I say -- git I'm living
		with and he cannot remember...

				SPIKE
		Try 'Flintstone.'

				WILLIAM
			(to Spike)
		What?

				SPIKE
		I think she said her name was
		'Flintstone.'

				WILLIAM
		Does 'Flintstone' mean anything to
		you?

				RITZ MAN
		I'll put you right through, sir.

	Flintstone is indeed the magic word.

				WILLIAM
		Oh my God.

	He practices how to sound.

				WILLIAM
		Hello.  Hi.  Hi.

				ANNA (V.O.)
		Hi.

	We hear her voice -- don't see her.

				WILLIAM
			(caught out)
		Oh hi.  It's William Thacker.  We,
		ahm I work in a bookshop.

				ANNA (V.O.)
		You played it pretty cool here,
		waiting for three days to call.

				WILLIAM
		No, I've never played anything cool
		in my entire life.  Spike, who I'll
		stab to death later, never gave me the
		message.

				ANNA (V.O.)
		Oh -- Okay.

				WILLIAM
		Perhaps I could drop round for tea or
		something?

				ANNA (V.O.)
		Yeh -- unfortunately, things are
		going to be pretty busy, but... okay,
		let's give it a try.  Four o'clock
		could be good.

				WILLIAM
		Right.  Great.
			(he hangs up)