INT. LOBBY - DAY
Elevator doors open and out strides Our Guy, readinghis smartphone. A stocky, black DOORMAN opens glass doorsfor him.DOORMAN’Morning, Sir!OUR GUYHi, Doorman!
EXT. BUILDING DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS
A gleaming ASTIN MARTIN, engine running, waits for Our Guy.The VALET opens the door for him.VALETMake a million bucks today, Sir!OUR GUY(climbs in car)You bet, Car Parking Dude!
INT. ASTIN MARTIN - MOVING - CONTINUOUS
"Infatuation" blares on the car stereo. Our Guy glances inthe rearview mirror at Doorman, Valet and Hot Blonde in thedriveway. He smiles to himself, hits the gas and - BAM! -MUSIC SCREECHES TO A HALT.REVEAL Our Guy has rammed the back of a MANURE TRUCK. PIGSSQUEAL. GOOEY SHIT flows through the Astin Martin’s windowsand sunroof, covering Our Guy as we --SMASH CUT TO:
INT. CHRIS’ APARTMENT - DAY
Where the dream abruptly ends. A BUZZING alarm has replaced"Infatuation". Our Guy, CHRIS MATHESON, looks at theclock. It’s 7:35!CHRISShit!He bolts from bed, races around his crappy studio apartment,finds a pair of khakis. He pulls them on, flies out thedoor. Beat.