Fake Taxi - Kristine Apr 2026

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 ?

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.)

Rough day?

Tell you what. I know a shortcut. Gets you there in eight minutes. But it’s a private route. Not on the meter.

(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. Fake Taxi - Kristine

This isn’t Canary Wharf.

(Reaching back) I am the boss.

(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

(Glances in rearview mirror) Where to, love?

(Quietly) That’s not why I got in this cab.

Isn’t it? You’re wearing a power suit but you’ve got nothing left. Come on. Five minutes. You’ll still make your meeting. I promise. When’s the last time someone took care of you

Fake Taxi – Kristine