EXT. SLIDELL RANCH – THE GRASSY SLOPE
Ben herds the Slidells up to the pit.
Looks like a bunch of junk to me.
It is. Or rather everything that was left behind.
He points to the circular hole in the bottom of the pit.
What was pulled from there was quite valuable. Probably coins, and worth much more than their face value.
How much, would you say, Mr. Gates?
I’d say in the neighborhood of ten to fifty thousand dollars.
Talk about grand theft!
And I feel real bad about it. But I do believe that I have some good news.
This was just a token treasure. Directions were placed here to point the way to a much larger cache.
Mrs. Slidell, hands on hips, plants herself in front of Ben.
And how much of this “cache” are you two demanding in exchange for finding it?
Oh, we’re not demanding anything, In fact, Ben here wants to see that you get all of it.
There is one thing that I would like to request up front though, if we find any papers belonging to my ancestor, may I have them?
The mother and son look at one another, see agreement and nod their consent.
C. U. OF THE SCREEN
Reveals the “junk” as it lay buried the day before.
This bed boxspring is representative of the whole slope here, with the jar roughly placed in reference to where it lies on this “map.”
(points to the ax head)
This is analogous to the Bowie knife buried over there. But note, if you consider that a handle were still attached it would point in another direction. Riley, note the bearing.
Riley has his GPS unit out and loads the bearing.
I’ll get right on it.
This object we now see is a belaying pin, roughly placed at the point of the disc on this side.
BACK TO SCENE
(looks to his mother)
It all seems so involved, but we’ll take your word for it.
Good. This way, please.
He leads them to where the disc rests on the ground.
The belaying pin was pointed in this direction,
which I have so noted in my GPS. But as a further check…
He lines up the letter “B” with the letter “P” on the disc.
(with a broad smile)
A match. Lon didn’t want us to miss the way.
As Ben heads off on the tangent, first Mrs. Slidell, then Morgan fall in line behind him.
A POINT NEARER THE SLIDELL HOUSE
Riley’s detector sounds off just as it reaches the line the others are walking. The noise sets them off like race horses flushed from the starting gate, and they charge to where Riley stands in awe.
Whatever this is, it’s huge!
Morgan takes one look at the detector’s screen and lights out for the garage.
Be back in a flash!