INT. MASTER BEDROOM, MANSION (DETROIT SUBURBS) DAY
Morning light spilling through the open Venetian blinds
crosses NDAMUKONG SUH's face, waking him. Suh- 20s, 6'4",
307 pounds, one of the kindest, bravest, warmest, most
wonderful human beings anyone could ever know.
Suh carefully slides out of bed with the grace of a
ballerina, careful not to wake his girlfriend, PEACH.
INT. MASTER BATH
Suh, a bit groggy, steps to the toilet. After not lifting
the seat, he begins urinating...
...all over the seat, smiling. Finished, he FLUSHES the
toilet.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM
Suh comes back in- Peach now AWAKE in bed, the flushing
having woken her.
SUH
Morning, Lovely.
PEACH
Darling.
Peach- 20s, the hair to match her name, a classic damsel
with the pie-baking skills to match.
Suh leans in for a kiss and Peach obliges him before sliding
out of bed herself.
PEACH
Gotta put my contacts in.
Peach gives him one last kiss before HEADING INTO the
bathroom. Suh slips back under the covers, genuinely happy.
PEACH (O.S)
Uhh... Ndamey baby?
SUH
Yes, Lovely?
PEACH (O.S)
Did you pee all over the toilet
seat? Again?
SUH
How many times do I have to tell
you, the toilet flushes extremely
powerfully in the morning, a power
that I can relate to! Ask the man
upstairs if you don't believe me!
INT. OSAKA JAPANESE STEAKHOUSE -- DAY
Suh hands his menu to the charming WAITRESS.
SUH
(finishing)
And the salad, please.
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
The waitress brings Suh his salad. Suh examines it-
SUH
Excuse me, what is this?
WAITRESS
Our house salad. It's-
SUH
I ordered the soup, you monster!
AND YOU CAN TAKE THAT UP WITH GOD!
I/E CHRYSLER 300 -- DAY
Suh, behind the wheel of his favourite Chrysler, the company
he endorses. An endorsement that Chrysler certainly isn't
regretting.
Suh slots his go-to Peter Gabriel compact-disc into the
car's player. When 'Your Eyes' hits, Suh lowers the
driver's side window a crack, breathing in the fresh air of
downtown Detroit.
With his nose and ears tickled, Suh lets out a deep breath
through his nose and the smallest of smiles forms across his
mouth.
SUH
Today is going to be a good day.
Suh looks ahead half-a-block down the road at the upcoming
stoplight- it turns from yellow to red.
THE ENGINE ROARS TO LIFE-
LATER
Suh, ON THE SIDEWALK, an ice pack on his head, being talked
to by a POLICEMAN.
POLICEMAN
And that's the statement you wish
for me to record you making?
SUH
Yessir.
POLICEMAN
So your statement is the
seventy-eight year old, recently
widowed grandmother driving to her
granddaughter's wedding T-boned
you?
SUH
Yessir.
The Policeman looks over his shoulder at the CRASH SCENE:
Suh's car, upright, firmly planted to a rolled over,
up-ended and just wrecked BUICK.
Not far away, two ATTENDANTS close a BODY BAG.
POLICEMAN
Sir, the cameras from the
stoplights show your vehicle
running the red light and-
SUH
I saw that tape. I was just trying
to slow to a complete stop like any
good citizen would. Go ahead and
make up whatever storylines you
wish, me and the man upstairs know
what's what.