EXT. DAY. BEACH.
TWO MEN (JIM AND BILL) ARE USING METAL DETECTORS.
SFX BLEEP
BILL: Gimme that spade over Jim.
JIM: Its about time we got something.
BILL STARTS TO DIG
BILL: I'm hitting a box of some sort.
JIM: Shit, this looks promising Bill.
BILL: Bloody hell, its a treasure chest.
JIM: A proper old time one an' all.
BILL: Go and get the crowbar out of my car please Jim.
JIM RETURNS WITH A CROWBAR.
BILL: I'll get this bugger open and we'll see if it's our lucky day or not.
THE TREASURE CHEST IS PRISED OPEN AND THEY PEER IN.
BILL: Oh. My. God.
JIM: Is that what I think it is?
BILL LIFTS AN OLD METAL DETECTOR OUT OF THE TREASURE CHEST.
JIM: 1970's Deluxe model Bill, a real rarity.
BILL: Beautiful craftsmanship. They dont make 'em like they used to.
ENDS.
Possibly a bit too obvious this one.