Tell you what. I know a shortcut. Gets you there in eight minutes. But it’s a private route. Not on the meter.
Long silence. Kristine looks at her broken shoe, then at the driver’s confident, calm face. Fake Taxi - Kristine
This isn’t Canary Wharf.
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 ? Tell you what