Lost & Found Page #3

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There are two kinds of

creatures in this world.

The ones that pick a fight,

and the ones that finish it.

This one picked wrong.

John Broman.

Andrew Walton.

Are you any

relation to Richard Walton?

Yeah, yeah, he was my grandfather.

You knew him?

No, no, I wish I had.

I'm a great admirer of his.

That's why I bought his house.

Oh, you didn't know?

No.

I'll tell you what. Why don't you

bring the rest of these over,

and I'll have my chef

cook us a nice dinner tonight.

We'll give you a tour.

What do you say?

Sure.

You're a finisher,

aren't you, Andrew?

I think so.

Don't think so.

Know so.

I never pick wrong.

So, uh, shall we say

about 8:
00?

Yeah.

Hey.

You sure that's her style?

Her dad invited me

out tonight, so...

Look, I've known

John Broman a long time,

and he's a snake.

Look, I got my

reasons for going.

I bet you do.

Hey.

Good luck, kid.

Thanks.

Luck?

Yeah. Never had much of that.

But what I did have

was a bag full of lobsters,

and I was gonna use

it to get some answers.

If this Broman guy,

that everybody hates,

lives in my grandfather's house,

and he's interested in me?

No way that's a coincidence.

If there were answers,

they were here.

They just had to be.

Looking for something?

I was just admiring your clock.

Mmm.

I brought lobster.

Oh, splendid.

Mildred!

Yes, sir.

Have the chef prepare these

for us, will you, please?

Right away.

You know, when you said you were

living in my grandfather's house,

I just thought it was a normal house.

This is beautiful.

Yes, yes, we're very fond of it.

It's like a home away from home.

Right this way.

Okay.

So, how are you enjoying your

time on the island so far?

Have you had a chance

to do any exploring?

You know, a little.

I presume you've heard of your

grandfather's lost fortune.

No, I haven't.

Really? My dear boy,

it's legendary.

You mean to tell me your parents

never told you about it?

There was once

a pirate named William Kidd

back in the 17th century.

And apparently, before he died,

Kidd buried almost $10 million in

gold somewhere in long island.

Your grandfather's hidden treasure

is estimated to be twice that.

Being Richard Walton's grandson,

seems to me that

you're the natural heir.

Unfortunately, I'm completely preoccupied

with developing this island,

or else I'd look for it myself.

I'll tell you what.

If you discover anything on

my island, it's all yours.

It would appear you have a

treasure hunt ahead of you.

Hello? Yes, hold on.

I'm so sorry. I have to take this call.

It's rather private.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Glad to see you made it

out of the forest alive.

Oh. You know what?

Here. Got you something.

Just so you don't have to put up

with that

ice-cream lady's attitude

next time you need a fix.

Thanks.

So, my dad and Trent

grew up here. Crazy.

I can't believe

they're tearing it down.

What?

Eighteenth fairway

is going right through here.

That's your grandfather

right there.

Breaks my heart.

I love this house.

Hey, before they tear it down,

I have something to show you.

This is my favorite

room in the house.

Do you play?

"Authentic world

war ii cipher decoder

"used by U.S.

Navy intelligence."

My dad's prize possession.

Basically useless, though.

Try opening it.

Yeah, the only way

is with a key.

Your grandfather's design.

Hardly see my dad all year,

and then he forces me to come

to this island every summer

just so he can sit in his

office and ignore me.

And your parents,

when did they...

When did they split?

Yeah.

Long time ago.

My mom got remarried,

new step-kids, new life.

Yeah, I get it.

Sometimes it's lonely

when it feels like...

Nothing fits?

Yeah, but at least

you don't have

your parents breathing

down your neck.

And plus, you're rich. I

would trade you in a second.

No, be careful

what you wish for.

You know, no disrespect

or anything,

but don't front like

you have it rough, okay?

You have money. You can

pretty much fit anywhere.

Your family was

wealthy once, too.

That house?

It all could've been yours until Trent

lost it to my dad in a card game.

That's impossible.

I'm having the best time ever.

I'm learning how to

catch lobster, play poker.

Please, can I stay, dad?

I'll do anything. Please?

Okay, hey.

Okay, buddy, you can stay.

Sounds like you're having fun.

No more poker. Promise.

Put uncle Trent on the phone.

Yes! Thank you!

Love you, dad, bye!

Yeah?

Did you do it yet?

I'm working on it.

How about you stop working on it,

Trent, and you actually do it?

That was the deal.

No, that was your deal,

not mine.

You didn't agree to anything.

How about just once you don't

have to agree and negotiate?

You just take

responsibility for something.

That would be such a miracle

in my little life, Trent,

if you just took

responsibility for something

other than wiping your own butt.

I've been taking

after you your whole life.

It must be nice to just, sort of,

like, play footsie with the wind.

What are you teaching 'em

poker for, anyway, hmm?

No more gambling...

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Everything's peachy.

- That was super funny,

- Trent...

I probably should've left well

enough alone and kept on riding,

but time wasn't on my side,

and I needed answers.

These guys were either guarding

something, or looking for something.

Either way, I wasn't alone.

Hey! Stop!

This wasn't just a treasure hunt anymore.

This was a race.

It was time to get serious.

Where's uncle Trent?

A second gold pocket watch?

Maybe my luck was

changing after all.

"To my son, Trent.

"Here I am revealed after the day

is done and the burning sun sets.

"Yesterday and tomorrow

destined to be your guide,

"ever and always

the constant of constants."

Hey. What are you doing?

It's all I have

left of my father.

Look, Trent, there are

people in the west forest.

Okay, we need to do something.

You went back in that forest?

One of them took a shot at me.

They're looking

for something, Trent.

You go back in

that forest again,

consider yourself locked in

your room the rest of the...

Are you not listening to me?

They're gonna tear our

family home to the ground!

And we still got time,

but we are running out.

Enough! It is over. I had

told you that already. Stop!

You know what?

Go to your room.

Go to my room.

Who do you think

you are, my father?

Or just some guy who

sucks at playing cards?

So, it's true.

Don't go there, kid.

Try me.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You know what happens when you

don't pay your property taxes?

The government

seizes everything.

And my father, your grandfather,

in his infinite genius,

decided to stash his money,

but he forgot to tell

anyone where it was.

So, eventually, all we had left

on this whole island

was that house.

And they were coming for that.

That was just a matter of time.

So, yes,

I walked into that

poker game with Broman

because it was my

last and only play.

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