|Crash by Paul Haggis and Robert Moresco|
|Age (range):||18 - 55|
Officer Ryan: You don't have to like me...that's fine. I'm a prick. But my father doesn't deserve to suffer like this. He was a janitor, struggled his whole life...saved up enough to start his own company...23 employees, all of them black...paid 'em equal wages when no one else was doing that. For thirty years he worked side by side with those men, sweeping and carrying garbage. And then the city council decides to give minority-owned companies preference in city contracts. And overnight, my father loses everything; his business, his home, his wife...everything. But not once does he blame you people. Now, I'm not asking you to help me. I'm asking that you do this small thing for a man who lost everything so that people like yourself could reap the benefits. And you know what it's gonna cost you? Nothing. Just a flick of your pen.