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.