The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Page #5

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FORD (CONT'D)

Okay. Talk and drink. Fancy dress party.

ARTHUR:

At that flat in Islington. I told you

about it. Last week, remember?

FLASHBACK TO:

8 INT. ISLINGTON FLAT - NIGHT 8

Crowded flat. Everyone is in costume. Loud music BLARES.

ARTHUR (V.O.)

I can't bear those sort of parties, didn't

want to go, would have much rather stayed

home and, I don't know, brush the dog.

Anything. But there I was -- and then,

there she was...

Arthur, dressed in safari attire complete with pith helmet,

sits off to the side, observing, looking miserable.

TRICIA (O.S.)

Who are you?

Arthur looks up. TRICIA MCMILLAN is dressed in a mid

19th century mens suit with mutton chop sideburns and is

holding a taxidermy beagle -- and she still looks

beautiful. Arthur, ever the gentleman, stands.

ARTHUR:

I'm Arthur. Arthur Dent.

TRICIA:

No, I mean who are you?

ARTHUR:

Oh, the costume. Right. Er, um...

(sheepishly tipping his hat)

Livingston, I presume.

(pointing to her attire)

Granted. Not as clever as Darwin, but the

best I could do on short notice.

TRICIA:

You're the first person who's got it

right. Everyone keeps calling me

Sherlock.

ARTHUR:

Really? I thought the beagle made it

rather obvious.

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ARTHUR:

Really? I thought the beagle made it

rather obvious.

He pets the dog. She smiles. He smiles back.

9 A CAMERA FLASH FLASHES. JUMP CUT to... 9

THE BALCONY -- Arthur has just taken a digital photo of

he and Tricia on his cell phone. They look at the screen

image and laugh.

ARTHUR (V.O.) (CONT'D)

She was amazing, Ford. Witty, and

beautiful, and brilliant. Four or five

degrees. One in math, one in astrophysics,

another in biology...

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