Long silence. Kristine looks at her broken shoe, then at the driver’s confident, calm face.
(The scene continues in the back seat. Kristine starts off hesitant, still talking about her presentation, but slowly gives in as the driver takes control. Her blazer comes off. Then the blouse. The camera catches her biting her lip, then finally laughing—a real, relaxed laugh.) Fake Taxi - Kristine
Interior of a black cab. Hidden cameras are rolling. The driver, "Alex," picks up a woman in a sharp business suit near a financial district. Long silence
Tell you what. I know a shortcut. Gets you there in eight minutes. But it’s a private route. Not on the meter. Kristine starts off hesitant, still talking about her
Fake Taxi – Kristine
(Arms crossed) Look, I don’t have cash for a scam. I have a corporate card and zero patience.