Treasure Hunt

EXT. STREET – DAY

BEN (31, nice guy, nerdy, nervous) and ERIC (29, enthusiastic, earnest, empty-headed) walk along a city sidewalk. Ben carries a piece of paper, Eric looks at it over his shoulder.

BEN
So if I’ve deciphered this correctly the next clue should be somewhere on Hutchins Street.

ERIC
This is so cool! What do you think the treasure will be? Oh my God, what if it’s literally a chest full of treasure!

BEN
I don’t think Kate has got me a treasure chest for my birthday. I’m also pretty sure if she did have a chest full of treasure she wouldn’t be working in HR.

ERIC
Hmm, neither would I. I am so over work at the moment.

BEN
It’s not going well?

ERIC
It’s not that it’s not going well, it’s just that I get this weird feeling whenever I go in there. Like I want to cry and fall asleep at the same time.

BEN
Eric, you just described depression. Your work is making you depressed?

ERIC
I guess. I don’t know. The idea of doing it every day forever sometimes makes me want to throw up. Once I actually did, but I had eaten two burritos for breakfast so it’s hard to know what the cause was.

BEN
Dude, that sucks. Oh hold on, we’re here.

Ben points up at a street sign that says ‘Hutchins Street’. It is a small, cobble stoned, lane way. The walls have a lot of graffiti on them and there is a lamppost next to one wall and a skip bin against the other.

ERIC
Alright, lets find this clue. I call the bin!

Eric runs up and throws himself head first into the skip bin. He comes back up covered in filth.

ERIC (CONT’D)
Oh gross. Do you think the clue is in this Indian food?

BEN
I doubt it. No, if I know Kate, she’s hidden it somewhere in plain sight.

Eric continues to rummage around in the bin. Ben looks carefully around. He studies some of the graffiti. His face lights up.

BEN (CONT’D)
Ah ha! Eric, come look at this.

Eric climbs out of the bin.

ERIC
I found six egg cartons. That’s got to mean something right?

BEN
No, you’re just holding trash.

ERIC
Oh.

BEN
But look at this. See this graffiti here, it’s signed by Lady Katington. Kate always said that would be her rapper name!

ERIC
What’s it say? ‘Get on up. Lady Katington’. What’s it mean?

BEN
I don’t know. Perhaps it’s referencing James Brown? But I don’t know where that would lead us. Or perhaps it means the pixar movie Up?

Eric looks up. Tied to the top of the lamppost is a balloon with a note attached.

ERIC
Do you think that has something to do with it?

Eric points at the balloon, Ben looks up.

BEN
Eric, you are a genius. Now we’ve just got to climb up there.

Ben walks over to the lamp post and touches it. His hand comes away slimy.

BEN (CONT’D)
Oh my God! She’s greased the pole. That evil minx.

ERIC
Don’t worry buddy I got this.

Eric throws himself at the pole. He clutches onto it with the egg cartons still in his hands, using them for grip. With a few quick motions he hurls himself up the pole, snatches the balloon, and slides down. Eric lands, covered in grease, and cheerfully hands the balloon and note to Ben.

ERIC (CONT’D)
You know I had a feeling I was going to get covered in grease today.

BEN
That’s…weird. But, Eric, that was incredible!

ERIC
Yeah, I’ve always been a good climber. Dad used to joke Mum must have cheated on him with a monkey. Of course that became less funny when she actually did start cheating on him. If only there was some way I could make money by climbing.

Ben’s face lights up with an idea.

ERIC (CONT’D)
Anyway, where does the clue say we should go next? Please let it be a pet shop. No, ice cream shop!

Ben reads the note.

BEN
It’s the cemetery.

ERIC
Oh.

BEN
But I want to make a little stop first.

ERIC
For ice cream?

BEN
You’ll see.

ERIC
This is the best day ever.

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