FADE IN:
EXT. BEACH - SUNSET
The sound of WAVES crashing...
Sand swirls around seemingly massive dunes -- an epic landscape right out of Lawrence of Arabia.
A SHADOW moves over the scenic landscape -- huge, round. It glides over the landscape until it covers...
A NICKEL, sticking out of the sand and revealing the true scale of things.
BWEEP ZEEP. The shadow disappears and a HAND plucks the coin from the sand, bringing up to the eye of...
SCOTT BONNEY (47) still hot, although he’s seen better days. His five o’clock shadow shifts as he smiles.
BONNEY (V.O.)
Treasure hunting isn’t about the payday -- it’s an adrenaline game.
He pockets the nickel and continues down the beach with his METAL DETECTOR.
BONNEY (V.O.)
Spare change, bottle caps, scrap metal... we’re all looking for something here on the beach.
CUT TO:
MAIN TITLE: TREASURE HUNTER BEACH
INT. BUNGALOW - DAWN
Bonney leans against the open glass door, basking in the warm glow of morning light.
On the bed behind him, last night’s conquest -- a SUPERMODEL, sleeps peacefully wrapped in the sheets.
He stares at the waves, reflecting in his impossibly blue eyes...
A MAN emerges from the water, scuba gear and a MACHINE GUN!
BONNEY
(to himself)
Son of a bitch.
The scuba assassin opens fire -- Bonney leaps out of the way as the glass door explodes into shards of glass.
