Fake Taxi - Kristine Guide

This isn’t Canary Wharf.

(Reaching back) I am the boss.

(Flustered, clutching a briefcase) Just over to Canary Wharf. And please… step on it. My meeting started ten minutes ago. I swear, if I miss this pitch…

The driver takes a sharp turn into an underground tunnel. The lights dim. He pulls over next to a concrete wall. Fake Taxi - Kristine

(Pauses, then sighs) Fine. I don’t care anymore. Just get me there.

(Smirks) Very. And very quiet. No traffic, no cameras.

(Laughs bitterly) You have no idea. My taxi canceled, my co-presenter called in sick, and now my heel is broken. (She kicks off a shoe.) I’m about two seconds from just… walking into the Thames. This isn’t Canary Wharf

Rough day?

(Arms crossed) Look, I don’t have cash for a scam. I have a corporate card and zero patience.

I don’t want your cash. I want you to relax. You’re about to combust. When’s the last time someone took care of you ? And please… step on it

(Unbuckling her seatbelt) If I’m late, I’m telling your boss.

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. Kristine looks at her broken shoe, then at the driver’s confident, calm face.

(Suspicious, but desperate) How private?

Fake Taxi – "Sometimes the best route isn't on the map." Note: This piece is written as a fictional narrative homage to a specific adult series format. It contains implied adult themes and is intended for mature audiences only.