[bright tone]
- Um, Brooklyn.
[hip-hop music playing]
- All right, baby,
we're going to 136th
between
Amsterdam and Broadway.
- Okay, we're going
to Joe's Pub.
You know where that's at?
Lafayette
and Astor Place.
- All right, take
the Williamsburg...
- Right.
- To 95th and Northern--
plus we got a white driver.
- Okay, I'm going
to Astoria, Queens.
lower level.
- I'm going to, um...
Six West
and 32nd street.
That's between
Broadway and...
Fifth.
- 35th and Fifth Avenue...
- Oh, vomit.
Between Fifth
and Sixth.
- Take a left, actually.
- Make a left end
of block? Okay.
Yeah, and then we'll
get off, like,
right in front
there somewhere.
- And let us never speak
of what transpired
in this cab ever again.
- [laughs]
[punk rock music playing]
♪ ♪
- Hi, Sixth Avenue
between A and B, please.
- Sixth street, you mean?
- Sixth street, sorry.
- So how's it going tonight?
- Okay, thanks.
- Fine.
- Cool.
- What are you up to?
- Well, he's just visiting...
- Oh, where are you from?
- So I'm showing him the
town for the first time.
- From France.
- From France?
- Yeah.
- Welcome.
- First time here.
- Thank you.
- So I'm comparing
Paris with New York.
[woman laughs]
- And how do we stack up?
- Oh, for the
moment, perfect.
- Excellent.
So how do you two
know each other?
- We met in Paris.
- So was it love
at first sight?
- Yes.
- It was, huh?
- Yeah. [laughs]
- All right.
- Exactly.
- They say Paris does
that to you.
- But this is true.
- Yeah.
- Pwaah...
- Yeah! [laughs]
- wow, for me, completely...
I don't know,
- Shh.
- "Le coup de foudre,"
that's what we say in French.
"Le coup de foudre,"
like "waaah!"
How you say in English?
- "Love at first sight."
- "Love at first sight."
- Ooh, look at the Moon!
Is that full tonight?
- Isn't that gorgeous?
- Looks pretty full.
Look at that car.
- That's a pretty
awesome car there.
- Hmm.
- So tell me, what's
the difference between
girls from Paris
and girls from New York?
- Um...
Well, every--she--
- We're cooler, more open,
friendlier...
- Do you agree?
- Mmm.
- And not as a**l,
and uptight, right?
- No, I guess it depends
on the girl you mean.
You know, they are
all different and...
- But in general?
- She has the character--
- Yeah, like in general.
- In general--
- In general, French
women are pretty--
they've got this--
a stick up their a*s, yeah.
[chuckles]
No offense, but it's true.
They don't really laugh,
so--
they're afraid
of being loud.
- They're very proper, and--
- Well, yeah.
After a certain age,
they try to find
the real one,
- and they get really...
- Boring, blah...
- Boring, and
they be careful of...
- They don't let it loose.
- The image they give
to other people.
- They're prudes,
kind of.
- Hmm.
- Yeah.
Here, we're--
we don't really,
we let it all
hang out, you know?
[chuckles] Right?
- But, uh...
- Not "it all,"
but you know...
- I think French girls
have more class
than American,
but not Jennifer.
- [laughs]
- Oh, excluding her.
- Yeah, excluding
her, yeah.
- I disagree.
So--
- Now, what do you
mean by "class"?
- I mean an attitude,
a...
- Because they keep quiet
and they're not loud,
and they're prudes.
- No, no, even on their
way of being, I think,
you know--
- But see, that's
a matter of opinion,
'cause if you're French,
then you think that way,
and if you're American,
you think the other way.
So class is all
relative, I think.
I don't know.
I don't think so at all.
[chuckles]
And like you said,
it just all depends
on who you meet, too, so--
- Exactly.
- Like how
specifically
though, like--
- 'Cause they all
follow a code,
you know what I mean?
They're all dressed in,
you know, the same clothes.
They have the same trends
so they all have to--
they're all like...
proper, and--and--
[man sighs]
If proper means classy,
that's not
what it means to me.
To me, classy means
to be an individual,
an artist, to be
like, you know,
like, you know, that you
show who you are.
You don't follow
a certain code,
and you're not
so proper, and--
- There is an artistic
way of being--
of American women
that--I don't know.
- I think that's classy.
- I don't like.
It's--
it's low-class,
really low low
low, low-class.
- But that's a generalization.
That's not true.
- So, I prefer people
maybe look all the same,
but you don't see really--
- But that's 'cause
you're French
and I'm American.
- No, but--
- It's a difference
of opinion.
- He is asking me,
- Well, I know,
but I'm saying
I have a difference
of opinion.
I don't understand
that word "class."
I think that's just
really kind of a sad word,
really.
- It doesn't mean much
anyway, so--
- Yeah.
- What is "class"?
Depends on the fashion
of the country, you know.
- Class meaning...
- And I--
- Being fashionable...
- I don't know anything--
- And pretty and quiet,
and--and whatever.
If that's class, okay.
- Yeah, sure.
- [chuckles]
- So, what do you think
the difference
between French men
and American men is?
- French men are scummy,
sleazy, and--and--
Well, all of
them are, but...
- You just criticized
all of France.
- No--
- France is nothing good?
- You were
criticizing America.
- No, come on.
- [chuckles]
- Since the beginning
of the discussion,
she's only
criticizing French.
- No no!
- France in general.
- Isn't he criticizing
Americans,
that we're
not classy?
- Come on.
- What are you talking
about? [laughing]
Sorry, dear.
- What do you think
is the difference
between French men
and American men?
- American men are more
men than French men.
French men are much more
feminine than American men.
Extremely more, yeah.
- How so?
- That's the main
thing I find.
I don't know,
they're just more feminine.
The way they speak,
and they're not as
into working out
and they're not as--
it's just they're not--
you don't feel like
they're men--I don't know.
You don't feel like
you're protected by them.
They're a little more--
you walk around France, and
they all look like women.
It's true.
You should go to France.
American people, they're just,
like, bigger, like people,
in every aspect, yeah.
French men are just--
- How do you feel about that?
- Well, I don't agree.
It's not--
you know...
[sighs]
If you wear
a basketball,
uh, Red Bulls things
all the day,
it means that
you are a man, no?
- I don't know any men who
do that, so, you know.
- It's class, it's like the way
you are dressing, so...
- See, we both have completely,
like, you know,
different...
- But I don't know--
- General opinions.
It's just because when you're
raised in one country
and you go to another
country, it's different.
- What do you like
in French men, then?
What do you like
in them?
Because you
don't like anything.
Since the beginning,
you hate--
- You're just an exception
to the rule.
- Well, I guess I'm
not feminine, so...
- [chuckles]
- That's a good thing,
I'm very happy.
- You are a real man.
- Wow, she feels protected.
- Okay, it's cool.
Okay, this is fine
right here.
Thank you so much.
- Let me tell you
a little bit about
what it is that
I'm doing tonight.
- Oh yeah yeah, totally.
- I'm working on a
documentary film for HBO.
- Oh, really?
- It's called
"Taxicab Confessions."
- No way, are you seriously?
- I drive around
all night long.
If you sign--
- We're not on film...
- Oh, yes, you are.
- [laughing]
- If you sign
the release...
- Oh, all right, sure,
I'll sign the release.
Why not? This is cool.
- Are you married?
- We're getting married.
- When are you
getting married?
- In 10 days.
- 10 days?
No kidding!
Wow.
- Yeah, so I'll sign
this name now,
but that's a secret.
- When did you guys
get engaged?
- The first day we met.
- No, for real?
- Mm-hmm.
- Are you serious?
- Yep. First day.
[both laugh]
[off-key love song playing]
♪ ♪
- It's cold in here.
Could you turn off--
- Yeah, sure, no problem.
- Thank you.
- No problem.
- Let's hurry up
and get there.
- [laughs]
So what's up?
What you doing tonight?
- Basically trying
to get more money.
- How are you getting
your money?
- I'm a call girl, "escort,"
I guess you could say.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah.
- What is it like having sex
with people for money?
- It's not the best.
It's not fun.
but...it's quick.
It's fast money, so...
And when I want to
do drugs, you know,
I'm gonna do
what I gotta do.
- Were you getting high first
or you were tricking first?
- I was getting high first.
- Okay.
- And then--
- And then after that
you started tricking
to support the habit.
- Right, because
I needed money.
- Right, and that's
a very expensive habit.
- Very expensive.
- Right.
Do you remember the first
time you ever had to trick?
- The very first time--
- How old were you?
- 14.
- You were 14?
- 14.
- Wow.
- 14.
- Oh my god, 14 years old.
- Yep.
- That must have been something
for a 14-year-old.
- Well, compared to what
I've been through,
this is nothing.
This ain't sh*t.
- Really?
- My very first time
ever being
touched sexually
by a man, I was r*ped.
- Really?
- And I was 11 years old.
And it was by my, uh...
- Oh my god.
- My marijuana dealer,
'cause I first started
doing marijuana.
And I'd only known him
for maybe about four weeks,
not even a month.
One day I had gone over
there in the morning.
It was about, maybe
He start--
he was eyeing me funny,
and I started getting
that feeling--
- That something was
gonna go wrong?
- I was scared,
nervous as hell,
but trying to play it off.
- Right.
- I got to the door,
the door was locked
and there's two locks on it.
- Right.
- By the time I got
that first lock undone...
- Right.
- He pushed me
against the door...
- Right.
- And slammed his
hands up against it
and said, "You are
not going nowhere."
- And--
- So you just wound up
letting him, instead of
going through the abuse?
- Well, he ripped
my pants off,
and I tried to keep
my legs closed.
- Right.
You had never even
been with anybody?
- No. Never been fingered.
- Oh my god.
- And... I screamed.
Luckily he was done
in five minutes,
I pulled my pants up,
he didn't say a word.
I left, he didn't say
a word to me.
And I bled for almost
an hour and a half.
- For an hour and a half?
- Really bad.
- Well, what started
the crack, though?
'Cause that's
a serious drug.
- I was homeless...
- Right?
- And I had done
Special K, cocaine,
you know, I didn't know
there was a drug like this.
- Right.
- Or like heroin.
- How old were you?
- 13.
I was just turning 14.
My birthday was
two days after.
- How was it
the first time?
- I took my first hit,
boom, that was it.
- You were hooked
after that?
- Yeah. Everybody gets
hooked after that.
Ask any crackhead,
you know?
- Right, right, right.
- And I got a little
bit of self-respect.
- Right.
- And even though
the money I get,
I buy crack with it--
- Right.
- I also buy food,
because I have to eat.
- I buy clothes.
- Let me ask you something.
Do you ever sit back
and really reflect on
how sleeping with
these guys affects you?
- Oh god,
all the time.
- Really?
- All the time.
- What do you think?
- What do I think?
It's disgusting.
It's pitiful.
It's sickening.
They look at you like
you're just a h*, a wh*re.
You do it for one
particular reason.
They don't stop and look...
You know.
They don't put themselves
in that person's shoes.
- You think you're ready
to quit crack?
- I have crack on me right now.
[laughs]
You know, I'm gonna live it up
and I'm gonna have as
much fun--as much fun--
- You think that this has
brought you fun, though?
- Huh?
No. Are you kidding me?
This sh*t ain't bring me
nothing but f*ck' heartache,
pain, trouble.
You know you never know
what you've lost
until you've lost it.
And, um--
- I mean, you could
wind up dead or worse.
There's worse things
than dying, actually.
- Yeah.
- To live like this
is almost worse.
- I've been tortured.
- You been tortured?
What the hell happened?
- Tied down and burned
with cigarettes.
- Burned with cigarettes?
By tricks?
- I had a baseball bat
stuffed up my p*ssy.
- A baseball bat?!
- Yep, yeah.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah.
- What the
hell happened?
- I k*lled the guy.
- You k*lled the guy?
- Mm-hmm.
- What happened?
He started hitting
you, or--
- He was my boyfriend.
- He was your boyfriend
at the time?
So he was torturing
you for what?
- No, 'cause he thought
it was funny.
- He thought it was funny
to stick a baseball bat
in your vag*na?
- Uh-huh.
- Oh my god.
What did you do
after that?
- I k*lled him.
- How the hell did
you k*ll him?
- Took a steak knife
and...
When he
was sleeping,
cut his head off.
- You cut his what?
- Head off.
- With a steak knife?
You literally chopped it
the hell off?
- Yes!
- You're lying.
- No, I'm not.
No, I'm not.
- You sawed it the hell off?!
- Yeah.
They found him
three weeks later.
Unidentifiable man
with his head cut off!
[laughs]
- Yeah, right! You're lying.
- Kid you not.
- So how did it feel
to k*ll him?
- Pretty
m*therf*cking good.
- Pretty good?
- Yeah... I was screaming.
- You were screaming
when you were doing it?
- He had me in cuffs.
- When he did that
thing with the bat?
- And then he tied
my feet up.
I never knew
he was like that.
I got scared,
you know?
- [sighs]
Jesus.
Wow wow wow.
But you bounced,
obviously.
- Yeah, I left.
I left that very night.
- Wow.
- I left Manhattan.
I came out here
to Brooklyn.
[jazz music playing]
♪ ♪
- Hi.
- Hi, thank you for stopping.
- Oh, you're welcome.
Where are you guys going?
- We're going to...
Where--47th
and Eighth avenue.
- 47th and Eighth, right?
- Yes.
Okay.
So how has your night been?
- Cool. You know,
trying to get a cab
is kind of difficult
sometimes
for the
black folks.
- Why? Oh...
- I stood in the middle
of the street--
in the middle of the street--
and this guy's looking
at me, just driving.
You know, you go out
and you work hard for
your money...
- Right.
- And it doesn't
seem to matter.
- It makes me think,
"What the f*ck?"
Sorry, I'm almost
about to cry. I'm ser--
it makes me so angry.
For my hard-earned money,
when I want to take a cab--
I know it sounds
like I'm crazy,
but I really mean that.
- I'm paying you!
- At the end of the day
I'm paying you!
You know
what I mean?
- Like, I'm paying
you for the service!
- Don't get me started.
Arthur, do not--you know
how I feel about this.
- I know.
- Do not get me started.
- It's just amazing.
- It is so sad.
Are you two a couple?
both: No.
- We're good friends.
- My best friend.
- That's nice.
How'd you guys meet?
- Doing a show.
We did a show
together in Europe.
- What kind of show?
- Theater.
- A musical.
- Theater.
- Theater.
- We both do
the same thing.
- Singer-dancer-actors.
- You sing?
- Mm-hmm. I had a really
embarrassing situation.
I don't even know if
I told you about this.
I was so embarrassed
by this.
I tour with a show,
and we were in Keene,
New Hampshire, this year,
I'm the only--
both: Black person.
Only one.
We're in Keene, New Hampshire.
We stayed in this hotel
for two nights.
On the second night,
as we're coming back
from the show,
the woman at the front desk
called the police because
she thought I looked
like someone
on the most wanted list.
- [laughs]
I mean, you have to know
that he is like the
so most, like,
non-criminal
black person.
That why I don't understand.
Like, look at you!
What is threatening
about you?
- I was with
two co-workers,
and we were gonna
go to Applebee's
to have a drink.
And we walk out
of the hotel
and four cop cars
surround us.
Surround us, tell me
show them my hands.
- What?
- Show them my hands,
over and over again,
"Show me your hands!"
Then they wanted me
to get my I.D.
I told them, I said,
"Listen, I'm not stupid.
I see what happens.
You can reach
in my pocket."
- "I ain't reaching!"
- You can reach in my pocket
yourself and grab my I.D."
- Your a*s will be
like Rodney King!
You'd be like,
"Damn, they beat my a*s!"
- They got my I.D. out,
looked at my I.D.,
ran my New York state
driver's license...
- Oh, my god.
- And realized I'm not
the person
that they're looking for.
Now, mind you,
I am embarrassed,
like, mortified.
Like, I've never
so much as stolen gum
from the grocery store.
- Yeah.
- And here, I'm all
but being arrested.
And they indicated that it was
a woman from the front desk.
- Oh, my god.
- "I'm a guest
in your hotel.
You have all my information.
We get off of a tour bus."
- Yeah.
- You know what I mean?
"We get off of a tour bus.
Do you think
there's some criminal
roaming around
the United States
doing musical theater?"
- [laughs]
Oh, my god!
- I'm a classical singer!
- He's an opera singer!
You know what I'm saying?
- I'm a classical singer!
So, I went back to my room.
I cried for a little while,
because,
you know, I really was
really upset.
Not only was I upset
and traumatized,
but I was just
embarrassed.
- Do you get angry; do you
want to say something?
- You don't want
those things
to be in the
forefront of your mind
every time you
get into a taxi,
every time you
walk into a store,
every time you meet someone.
Are they looking at me
and saying, "Oh, my gosh,
I'm meeting a black person,"
or are they looking at me
and saying,
"I'm meeting
a very nice person"?
- You know, people are people.
Color is what it is.
Once you become an adult,
you really realize, wow...
- The impact that
those things have.
- Hopefully--I don't know,
I'm trying to be hopeful.
People, I think,
rather than being attracted to
black men,
they kind of like fetishize,
like it becomes
a fetish.
- For white guys?
- Mm-hmm.
Some people kind of
fantasize black men.
They like the thought
that--you know,
that most black men
are really well hung.
That's what's out there--
- Okay, you're saying what
people are saying--
- That's the expectation
that we are to live up to.
Like online, it always
comes up, like,
"Well, how hung are you?"
- Like, is this after
they know you're black?
- They're putting it
right out there.
"I'm looking for
a well-endowed black man.
Nine inches plus."
- I've never done that.
I've never been like,
"I'm looking for
a Cambodian man,
eight plus, cut,
you know, with a big ball
sack." I mean--
- I'm just happy if I find
a man that's employed.
[laughter]
And that's the truth!
- But I have to admit I'm
really sensitive about that.
Like, when people
say stuff to me.
- What do you mean exactly?
- Like if you're messing
around with somebody
who's like, "Oh yeah, let me
suck that n*gga d*ck."
They think that's, like, hot.
- You think a white guy
would say that?
- No, it has happened.
- A white guy has said that?
- Darling, there are
whole factions of people,
that's what they
get off on.
There's a definite power
balance that's going on here.
- Because when that's said,
that means
you're gonna slap them
around,
you know what I mean?
- Either you're gonna
slap them around,
or they're gonna
slap you around,
but it's clearly defining
that we're two people
that are not equals.
- Equals, yeah.
- We are not equals.
- Oh, my god.
- One of us--
- It's deep, it's all right.
That's my two words:
"It's deep."
- One of us is definitely
lesser than the other.
- And in my situation,
I kind of like,
when it was happening,
when it was in the act,
when it was said,
I was kind of like,
"Excuse me?"
And he's like, "Oh."
- Who said it to you?
- The person who I was
having sex with.
He was just like, "Oh,
you know,
yeah, yeah, you know,
give me that n*gga d*ck."
I was like, "Uh..."
- Yeah.
- Like, he is with me because
he wants some n*gga d*ck.
It turned me off.
- Completely,
right then and there?
- Mm-hmm.
But I still came on him,
so it's all right.
[laughs]
[percussive music]
♪ ♪
- Third and 11th, buddy.
How you doing?
- Good, you?
- Third and 11th.
- Third avenue,
- Yeah, you got it.
Right on the corner is fine.
- So you meeting some
folks there?
- It's gonna be
a tough night.
I'm going to meet my
ex-girlfriend and her friends.
- Your ex and her friends?
- Yeah.
- Aha.
- Can't win either way with
that situation, can I?
- You still into her?
- Nah.
I don't know, maybe.
- So obviously this girl has
some good qualities then?
- Yeah, she's got some
good qualities.
If you take her and
the girl I dated after her
and mixed them together,
pull out one
of their personalities--
well, 'cause the girl after her
was--had two personalities,
she was actually
bipolar...
- No, really?
- Oh, yeah.
- How'd you guys meet?
- Well, I was in a bar
over here in the city,
"Hogs and h*ifers."
- Oh, okay.
- The girls take their bras
off and dance on the bar.
So there's this beautiful
blonde dancing on the bar,
and she's not really
taking her shirt off.
She's just kind of dancing
all over the place.
I mean, she was beautiful.
I didn't--you know,
I didn't know what to do.
What happened was,
she threw the bra at me
and she got off
the bar
and she asked me,
"Did you catch my bra?"
I had it in my pocket,
I said, "Of course."
She said,
"That's my favorite bra.
Can I have it back?"
I took her back to my house.
She didn't sleep with me,
which is definitely key.
- I don't call girls back who
sleep with me the first night.
- Ah.
- That's the rule.
Good for that night,
but, you know,
never for
a second shot.
But like I said,
she took real good care of me.
Especially--
very good sexually.
I'd say the best--
she was
the best sex I've had.
- Oh, yeah? Was she,
like, quirky, or--
- You know, I'll tell you what.
The first night we were
gonna sleep together,
we get in the room;
we get in bed.
She's, you know,
getting my clothes off,
we're fooling around,
I call her my
ex-girlfriend's name.
- Oh, no!
- Yep.
She locked herself
in the bathroom
for six and a half hours.
I couldn't get
her out of there.
- Get the f*ck out of here.
- Could not get her out
of the f*cking bathroom.
- Oh my god.
- I sat on the floor,
"Come on. Come out."
So I finally fell asleep.
I said, "You know what?
I'm going to bed."
Wouldn't you know,
when I woke up,
like 9:00,
there she is riding me.
- No, you're kidding!
- Yeah, I'm not kidding.
That was the first time
we had slept together.
I was sleeping, I wasn't
even awake for it.
- [laughs]
That is totally crazy, man.
- And that's the way
it always was.
Every time I was
over at her house,
I'd wake up,
we'd be having sex.
Wake up having sex, getting a
blowjob, forget about it.
- So did she enjoy sex?
- Yeah, she loved it.
She loved sex, and she had
some body, too. Whoo.
- What was her body like?
- Skinny... Pale,
very pale.
Nice big breasts.
She got on top,
held me down,
she went to town.
- Wow.
- Rode me
like I was her pony.
- Sounds like a girl who knows
what she wants.
- At times, but then you
also got the girl
who didn't know
what she wanted
was built
in there as well.
This girl forgot
eight years of her life.
- Whoa!
What do you mean?
- Six through 14,
she couldn't remember.
Those were the years
she lived with her dad.
- What do you mean,
"she couldn't remember"?
- I'm still trying
to figure that out.
She didn't know
what happened.
- Didn't remember anything? -
Nothing.
Something must have went on
in that dad's house
that we don't know about.
- Huh.
- But she would just flip--
- And f*cking go off on you?
- A lot of crying.
It wasn't anything
in particular.
It was stupid stuff.
Stupid stuff.
Like, we went to
a restaurant,
and I didn't
want to share my soup.
I went--me, her, my roommate
and his girlfriend.
I order soup
and a cheeseburger.
She just wants
a cheeseburger.
Okay, my roommate orders
a soup and a cheeseburger.
As a big joke,
his girlfriend says,
"Bring a second spoon,
I want to share his soup."
My girl says, "Yeah,
I want a second spoon, too.
I want to share
his soup."
So I say, "If you want
a soup,
just get your own.
I'm gonna eat my soup."
The waitress says, "Okay, I'll
bring four spoons, two soups."
So I tell her, "Bring another
bowl of soup for my girl."
She throws her spoon
across the restaurant,
gets up,
goes in the bathroom.
I don't see her
for about 20 minutes.
I go up to the bar,
I'm getting another drink,
she comes back to the table,
takes her food and brings
it in the bathroom.
I don't see her for
the rest of the night.
She's in--she ate her dinner
in the bathroom.
- [laughs]
She took her burger
into the bathroom?
- Yeah.
She comes out,
puts her coat on.
"You got some f*cking nerve!"
She tells me.
So she tells me
she's walking home.
Her car's front of my house,
a good 10 miles away.
- And she's walking down the--
- She's walking down
Highland Boulevard,
which is the biggest street
on Staten Island...
- Oh, jeez.
- By herself, no idea
if she's even going
the right direction.
My roommate and his girl,
we jump in the car,
his girl's driving,
we drive up next to her,
I'm telling her,
"Get in the car."
I open the door,
she kicks the door closed.
My roommate's girlfriend's car.
She's a big girl.
She don't play around.
I've seen her
knock guys' teeth out.
She just cries,
yells at her, runs away.
Then she gets in some
strange people's car
and disappears.
- Get out of here!
- Right in front of me.
- A perfect stranger's car?
- Yep. I call her cell phone.
A girl answers, not her,
and is yelling at me,
how could I do that
to my girlfriend?
I'm like, "Are you
f*cking kidding me?"
- Oh, god.
I'm like,
"Put her on the phone!"
So they tell me they're
dropping her off at her car,
she's going home
to Connecticut;
she doesn't
want to see me anymore.
They hang up on me.
- She didn't even know
who these
f*cking people were?
- No, but I get home,
she's standing in front
of my door, flipping out,
screaming,
banging on the door.
I give her her sh*t,
and that was it.
I never saw her since.
- No kidding, that was it?
- Nope.
That was the night
she told me,
"I'll be back,
I promise you."
- No sh*t.
- Always in the back
of my mind
this girl's gonna
pop back up sometime.
Sooner or later.
- Well, when bipolar chicks
say they'll be back--
I don't know, man.
- You oughta be nervous, right?
That's what I'm saying.
Sooner or later, this girl's
gonna pop up to k*ll me.
- k*ll you, or f*ck you when
you're passed out asleep.
- I'll take it.
That I'll take.
- [laughs]
[funk music playing]
♪ ♪
- Ooh, I think it's open.
- Thanks.
- Okay.
- [clears throat]
First cab I seen
without a screen.
- Yeah, there's only a couple.
- You're a brave girl.
- Yeah.
- You gotta be careful.
- Yeah, well, you're
not crazy, are you?
- No, I'm a state cop.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, I'm a state cop
from upstate.
I was down partying
with some friends, and, uh,
the girl I was with didn't
work out, so, you know...
- What do you mean?
- We had a big argument.
Huh?
- You were with--on a date?
- We've been dating now
for about almost eight months.
- So you've been
dating for eight months?
- Yeah, down here, and...
Just had a big argument.
Big fight.
Oh, man.
- What started it?
What did she say to you?
- That she didn't
want to see me no more,
didn't want to be with me.
- You love her?
- Yeah, I did.
That's the worst
part about it.
'cause I wanted this girl
to be my wife.
I was gonna ask her
to marry me.
- Oh my god.
- Then she brought up
my work assignment,
'cause I'm with
the felony squad
investigations unit
with the state.
- Is that dangerous?
- Somewhat, somewhat.
I used to work here,
years ago,
back in '96, down
in the South Bronx.
But I had a big sh**t-out
down there.
I had reconstructive surgery
on my left knee.
- Have you seen
other violence?
- Oh yeah. Robberies,
carjackings, r*pes.
- God.
- I seen people
get shot, stabbed...
- Oy.
- That's why, when I--
I have to drink a little bit,
'cause a lot of times
when I'm sleeping,
I see
all the dead bodies,
looking at me, staring at me,
you know?
I have bad, like,
demons and nightmares.
- Wow, when does
that happen?
- When I go
to sleep a lot.
I only sleep maybe two,
three hours a night.
'cause I can't sleep
'cause such bad dreams.
- So you only sleep
a couple of hours
to avoid the demons?
- Yeah.
I had one girl
that her boyfriend
poured poison
all over her a*s
and all over.
She was on fire.
We had to sh**t him,
take him down.
That was in
the Bronx, too.
He was
a big coke freak.
Poured acid
all over her.
I tried to save her,
put the fire out
and the acid o--
try to cover her up.
I see her a lot.
She used to yell
my name, "Giovanni."
That's my name,
Giovanni.
"Please save me."
- So this really
happened,
with that girl
and the acid?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
She wound up dying like--
about three days later.
- Do you ever get to
save anyone in your dreams?
- I can never
save them in time.
And that's what the girl said
a few times
when we stayed together.
She said your dreams
are so bad that--
one time she said that--
I don't even remember it.
She said I grabbed her
and held her by the throat
and was strangling her.
- Oh, my god.
- And I don't remember.
She said that's--
- That must have scared her.
- Yeah.
I don't--I don't
blame her, but...
She even told me
about a month ago
that she'd love
to have my baby
and get together with me
and be with me forever,
and then all of a sudden
she switches off, man.
- That must have
broke your heart.
- It did, it did.
It broke my heart a lot.
- God.
- So, you know...
I tried to tell this girl
tonight,
"You just gotta
be patient with me."
She goes, "I'm dealing
with you a lot, you know?"
- Sounds like it.
- That's all right.
Another time a girl was running
around in the apartment.
Her boyfriend was
cutting her with a knife.
She's all slashed up,
and she was saying,
"Please get him off me!
Get him off me!"
So I wound up
beating him up,
taking him out,
and she was all cut up.
She had a nightgown on
and stuff like that.
She wanted us to hold her,
to comfort her,
but she--she died, like,
She bled to death.
- Oy.
- So you see why this girl
don't want to,
I guess, be with me.
But all I did was have
a good time with her.
We went to shows
and Broadway,
I took her out
to dinner, and--
- You loved her.
- Yeah, I loved her
with all my heart.
I used to put roses on her
at night
when we were
sleeping together.
- You put roses on her?
- Yeah, when she
was sleeping.
My friends got good
girlfriends and wives.
They look beautiful.
They love them.
You know, they have
good times together.
I go over to their house,
and their girlfriend's
cooking for them.
We listen to music,
you know, I'm dancing.
Even though I got
a messed-up knee,
I try dancing, you know?
I can dance,
but not that long.
[laughs]
You know what I mean?
I can dance, not that long.
You know, have a good time.
- You'll find
the right girl.
- Oh, yeah.
- You deserve the right girl.
You'll find her.
Ay-yi-yi.
So it really bothers you,
doesn't it, when you can't
save someone?
- Yeah.
I hate to go to sleep,
'cause that's
when the yelling starts,
the screaming starts,
the demons come out.
I can handle
the bodies,
but I can't handle the girls
screaming and crying.
And worst part is,
I can't help them.
And then I feel bad.
I feel bad;
I feel--I feel guilty
that I can't help them.
[jazz music playing]
♪ ♪
- You better
give him a good tip.
Give him a good tip.
- I will, I will.
- Come on, give him a good tip.
Come on, Buster.
Come on, honey.
- He's a good dog.
Good boy, B.
- No really, he'll be
a good dog.
Sit down, Buster.
- Sit down.
Buster's a good boy.
- All right.
Don't say nothing.
- Is he a good dog?
- Yeah, he sure is.
- All right.
- Yeah, he's a shepherd.
He's good.
- Yeah, but try to
step on it, please, cabbie.
- All right, yeah.
Okay, we'll go.
- My dog's a little frightened.
Step on it a little bit?
- How can he step on it
if there's traffic
ahead of him?
- My dog--I'll be
honest with you--
- Relax, Misty, relax.
- See, just a little--
- No, my dog is trembling.
- Aw...
Are you guys married?
- Yes, we are.
- We just tied
the knot yesterday!
- Yesterday we got married.
- Are you serious?
- In city hall!
- Yes, we did.
- Oh my god!
Congratulations, guys!
- Thank you.
- [humming marching tune]
- So what made you guys
decide to get married?
- Well, 'cause we're in love.
And we're expect--
- And we're
expecting a baby.
- Oh, really?
Double congratulations.
- And we're both Leos.
My dog is a Leo,
his dog is a Leo.
- I got a little Chihuahua.
He gets along with him.
- How'd you meet?
- We met together--
oh, why?
Would you really want to know?
- She don't let me talk.
- The truth of the matter is
I was going out with this guy
for two years,
right, Mike?
- Right.
- He lives across
the street from me.
Now, Willie used to
come up to the house,
and when he saw--we always
used to drink and...
Everything was copacetic
till one night he flipped
on me, which is
the guy that I thought
was gonna marry me,
take me to city hall.
Ain't that right, sweetheart?
- Yes.
- So when he came home,
he just f*cking flipped.
He's a cabbie, by the way!
- Really?
- Yes, he is!
- He's a cabbie, too, yeah!
- And he did a double--
- So what did he do
when he flipped?
- Okay, that's where
Willie came in.
- All right.
- All right,
we're in the kitchen--
we're in the living room.
He just flipped on us, Mike.
Flipped on me.
He took a--f*cking guy
got a steak knife, mind you,
grabbed me by the wrist--
ain't that right, Willie?
- Yeah.
- He said, "Listen,
I'm gonna
tell you something right now."
And he had the knife
just like this, Mike.
You looking at me?
He said, "I'll k*ll
this f*cking b*tch
right here, right now."
- He said that to you?
- Yeah.
- He said that?
- Yeah.
- Then he was going
to sh**t him. Tell him.
- Willie, what happened?
- I told him, "Listen."
- Tell him!
- "You f*cking put that
f*cking knife
right down right now.
The hand ain't faster
than a b*llet, isn't it?"
- You had a g*n with you
right then?
- Yeah.
- Oh, yeah!
- I got a license to a g*n,
because I own a restaurant.
- Willie's the one that
saved my life.
Anyways--
- He had her by her wrists.
- Yeah, he was about
to stab me,
and he said, "I'll k*ll
your dog too."
- That's how we ended
up being together.
- [laughs]
- I ended up staying
at her house!
- You did me a favor!
He did us a favor.
- Why was your boyfriend
about to stab you?
- Why? Because he thought
I was cheating on her.
- No, he thought we were--
- We were together.
- He thought you two were--
- Hitting it on together.
- So in the end,
he was right.
- No!
- No, no way, Mike.
- No, I know you
weren't doing it, but...
- But we ended up together.
- You ended up together.
You ended up together.
- But we ended up together.
- But you know what?
I mean, I'm 43 years of age.
I just turned 43.
How do I look, Mike?
- You look good.
- For real?
- You look really good,
- Yeah.
- I told her that.
She's beautiful.
- Yes!
- Let's not get
carried away now.
- Isn't she beautiful
for 43 years old?
- You're lucky, Willie.
- Yes, I am, and I'm 30,
and I love her.
- Ah, there's so many men,
jealousy. Jealousy.
- Who's jealous of who?
- Both of us.
- Really?
- Yes, we are.
- And we're both Leos.
- We're both jealous.
- I walk down
the g*dd*mn street--
You know those horses
have those
stupid things
that go like this?
Whatever you call them?
- Right, right, right.
- I want him to walk down
the g*dd*mn f*cking avenue
with that, Mike,
'cause it's so bad.
It's pathetic.
- So... What?
Willie, you're looking?
- I look at her eyes
to make sure
she's not looking
at no guys.
- Oh, Mike, he has no problem.
He has no problem.
- You got the problem.
She makes me look
at the ground.
- So does Buster get upset
when you guys argue?
- Yeah.
- Oh, yeah.
- What does he do?
- Oh...
Look at this.
- No no no, Mike.
No, Mike, let me
explain something.
This is simple. [crying]
No, you can laugh all
you want, you know what?
My dog is--
- He's protective of her.
- Buster's very
protective of me.
He's wolf and he's
shepherd, okay, Mike?
Now listen to me.
- Stop crying.
- I have to--
I'm not crying.
Let me tell you
something, Mike.
- It's okay if she cries.
- I have to put my dog down.
- You're gonna put
Buster down?
- I have to.
- Why?
- He's getting too old.
- And he's too aggressive.
He had the wolf's--
- 12 years.
- But he looks so sweet.
Look at him.
- I got about 30 dog bites!
- Oh, wow.
How come?
What happened that he bit you?
- Look at this.
- 'Cause my dog is
very protective of me.
That's number one.
Because I always tell my men
"You know, my dog don't like
hand movement like this."
- Uh-huh.
- "Don't, don't!"
- So, I'd speak
with my hands...
- Okay.
- You know, when I'm
pointing...
- Or...
If he throws something.
- And...
One time I went
to give him food...
- [sighs]
- And he grabbed my hand.
- Wait a minute, Mike.
- But that's because
we were arguing,
so he thought I was
going close to her.
- [screams]
- [laughs]
- What the f*ck!
I heard he was
f*cking doing that, Mike!
- You were asking
for it, Willie!
- sh*t. sh*t.
- [laughing] Yeah.
- Is that why you're
putting him down?
- No no no.
- No.
He's getting too old.
- So, when are you
gonna put him down?
- I--oh...
- Next week.
- Oh, next week.
- Mike, I don't even
want to think about it.
- Don't cry.
- [crying]
Sorry, but it has to be.
He's a good boy.
Ain't that right,
Buster?
Right, boy?
[heavy metal music playing]
♪ ♪
- What car service you say?
- How are you? Harborview.
- Very good.
- And if I wasn't?
I wouldn't get in.
- [laughs]
Good answer.
So how has your
evening been?
- Eh, all right.
I'm going to meet my friends.
- What are you ladies doing?
- I had to work,
so I went out after work.
What do you do for a living?
- I drive a car.
- That's it?
- No.
- Okay, what do you do?
- I am a financial
advisor by day.
- Ah, I was a registered
sales assistant for 25 years.
- That's good.
- I worked for Oppenheimer
for 17 years.
- Mm-hmm.
- I went to work
for Deutsche Bank.
And then with the
Trade Center--
we worked
right across the street.
- Yeah, I recall.
- I had enough.
- So--
- I ran from the bombs in '93,
the planes...
No more.
Never went back
to Wall Street after that.
- Were you there that day?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I was.
I don't want to
think about it.
It was horrible.
I don't even really
want to think about it.
- It still affects you?
- Yeah, it does.
It was very frightening.
It was terrible
to be there.
It was terrible.
- Did you lose anyone?
- I lost a lot of friends,
both people that worked
in the industry
and firemen that I knew.
- They're gone.
- I went to I can't tell you
how many memorials.
- I'm very sorry.
- After about 20 of them,
I lost count.
And I never wanted to step foot
in Manhattan after that.
Never went back.
- You're kidding.
- I had enough.
You know, you work under a lot
of pressure every day,
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay?
And I did that because
I had two kids to raise.
And I did it,
and I did it well.
Most people only exist
on Wall Street.
I went 25 'cause
I had no choice.
- So you never stepped foot
in Manhattan again?
- No, I had enough.
I will never go back
to Manhattan.
I do what I can
on my own.
- I'm blown away by this.
- I will never ever ever
go back to Manhattan.
Never. Never. Never.
I mean, I watched
the second plane come in
and hit the building.
I watched it hit
right into it.
And I looked across
the harbor, and I'm like,
"Oh my god, that plane
is flying so low,"
as the other building
is on fire.
And all of a sudden,
it was like you could
see the pilot's face.
And I was like, "Oh my god,
wha--" and then it hit.
And I was like, "Holy sh*t."
Then you knew
you were under attack.
- Mm-hmm.
- So I'm thinking to myself,
"Oh, my god, every building
is gonna blow up"...
- Mm-hmm.
- As I'm running.
So I ran along the West Side.
I took my shoes off.
I ran right to the ferry.
And I remember
holding the rail,
and it was rumbling,
almost like an earthquake.
- Mm-hmm.
- And I said to the man,
"Oh my god, I gotta jump off."
I thought, like, there were
bombs under the water.
- Mm-hmm.
- And the man just grabbed
my arm as I'm holding it...
- Mm-hmm.
- And he said,
"No, the building
is falling down."
And when I looked,
it actually just
disintegrated.
And when I got over
to Staten Island,
the whole time I must have been
holding the rails, like this?
- Mm-hmm.
- My hands were all cut
in here, from my nails,
that I must have been digging,
from my nerves--and just
not realizing it?
- Sure.
- Oh, my god. Never again.
Never again will
I go into Manhattan.
Never ever
ever ever again.
Never again.
- What do you think
would actually happen
if you stepped foot
in Manhattan?
- I don't know.
I don't want to go back.
That's it.
I don't think
what would happen.
That's it.
I had enough.
- Right.
- Okay?
For weeks, these guys--
all right, for weeks--
you see these fire trucks?
All right, I would come--
I would--
I couldn't sleep.
I'd go out at 5:00, 5:30,
walking my dog.
These guys were pulling up
in their trucks,
because they were
at the site,
and you could
smell the death.
Oh, my god,
it was horrible.
- What did that smell like?
- Oh, my god.
Could you imagine
all those bodies
just smoldering?
[sighs]
I have friends that
they didn't even find.
For three months they
didn't find body parts--
All right? To I.D. them.
- Then they found them?
- After about
three months, yeah,
four months they found
something to I.D. them--
a leg, an arm.
- Oh, my god.
- It was terrible.
I just--I don't know why you
got me talking about this.
- I'm sorry,
I can't imagine--
- I really don't.
I've never
talked about this.
Why do you have me
talking about this sh*t?
- You never told me
what you told your kids.
- I just--
I don't know.
Do I tell them
to be afraid?
To give in
to their fear like I do?
No.
You never give in to fear.
You never
give in to fear.
- But you do.
- I don't care.
That's what I do.
I know I'm wrong,
but I don't want
to go back.
I don't want
to do it anymore.
I've done it.
I don't want to.
After the b*mb,
I went back.
I don't need to.
I've had enough.
I just don't want
to go back.
There you go.
[blues music playing]
♪ ♪
- What's up, darling?
How you doing, baby?
- Okay.
- So what's going on?
- Nothing.
- How's your night been?
- I just got out not
too long ago anyway.
- Really?
- Yeah, I was late tonight.
Oh, yeah?
You from N.Y.?
- From here?
- Yeah, from New York?
- I'm from Brooklyn,
born and raised.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- So how long you
been walking?
- What, out here?
- No, how long you
been doing it?
- Oh. 21 years.
- 21 years?
- Yeah.
- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.
- May I ask?
- Yes.
- How old are you?
- 43.
- You 43.
Wow, 21 years.
- [giggles]
You look pretty good
for your age.
- Thank you.
Hey,
I gotta keep up with these
young girls that's coming up.
[both laugh]
- How did you
get started?
- After I got out
of the service.
They wanted to have sex with me
for free, and I was like,
"Only person
gonna take advantage
of this body of mine
would be me."
And when I got out--
- Really?
- Yeah. And when I got out,
I was working
and I was getting harassed
sexually on the job.
So I just--girlfriend of mine,
she was like,
"Yo, let's go out."
[laughs]
- Really?
- Uh-huh.
And I've been doing it
ever since.
- Do you like it?
- Yeah, I love my job.
- What do you
like about it?
- Making money,
having fun meeting guys.
Having fun. [laughs]
- Really?
What was the most
fun you ever had?
- Oh, any time
that I get guys
that are my sl*ves,
that I get to dominate.
- Really?
- Yeah.
They my b*tches.
I have guys
that are my b*tches.
- Really?
- Uh-huh, I f*ck them.
You know, I talk to them--
- How do you do that?
- What, how I f*ck 'em?
- Yeah.
- I have dildos.
I have like three dildos.
- Oh, my gosh.
And they actually
want this?
- Yeah, and they ask to do
whatever I tell them
to do, too.
- And they pay you
for this, obviously.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
And I put on
my strap-on...
- Right.
- And I act like I'm
a guy, and he sucks it,
you know,
like he's my b*tch.
Mm-hmm.
I'll be like,
"You like that?"
He'll be like,
"Yes, Mommy."
I say, "You want to be
a bigger h* than me,
don't you?"
[both laugh]
- Oh, my god.
- Remember that show
"The 50 Foot Woman"?
- Okay.
- The giant?
With Daryl Hannah?
- Right, right, right.
- Yes, I have a guy like that
who thinks that
I'm that type of woman.
I play that part with him.
I'm the 50-foot giant woman.
- Oh, my gosh.
[both laugh]
What do you do?
- I let him get down
on his knees,
I tell him to kiss
my big thighs.
I said, "You know you
like these big thighs.
I could take them and
wrap them around your neck
and just crush you.
Just crush the sh*t--
just flatten your a*s."
[laughs]
- Oh, my gosh!
- And I'll take my t*tties
every now and then
and smack 'em
in his face.
You know.
- Oh, wow.
- [laughs]
- What thing kept you
going so long?
- My guys.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
I got a lot of
good regulars.
My guys, they all right.
They treat me great.
Everybody in the world
ain't bad,
you know what I'm saying?
I've met up with some assholes,
as you can say,
but, um, you know,
I got a lot of good guys
that like
taking care of me.
- Right, right.
- 'Cause I go out with
all kind of guys.
You'd be surprised--
schoolteachers, doctors,
lawyers, cops.
- I can imagine.
- I mean, they just like
you and I talking right now.
- Wow.
- But I just known 'em
for years.
I mean, I've known some
of the guys I've known
longer than they've been
married to some of they wives.
- Wow.
- Mm-hmm.
- Why--why do feel that...
You have such
a good spirit?
- My belief in god.
- Really?
- Yeah, my belief.
Like, certain guys have
come to me in life.
- Mm-hmm.
- You know what I'm saying?
These guys come to me
through the spirit,
angels bringing them
to me to help me out.
I don't have a regular
I pay all my bills through
my work, like I'm out here.
If I make no money,
I can't pay my bills.
- So you feel that god has
sent them to you to help you?
- Well, he puts them
in my environment
and puts me
in they environment.
- 'Cause they're gonna do what
they're gonna do regardless.
- Exactly.
And even though
I do what I do,
I have been through
a lot spiritually.
- You have a very
great attitude.
- [laughs] Thank you.
- You do.
- Everybody keep telling me,
but I'm just being me.
This is me.
This is who I am.
'Cause this here
is just money.
- What was it like
for you growing up?
- I didn't grow up
with a silver spoon
in my mouth
or nothing like that,
you know, but my parents
did what they could.
You know, so that
we was all right.
- How old were you when you
had your first experience?
- What, with sex?
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh... 12.
- 12, really?
- Mm-hmm.
- Wow.
- And not that I hate
the person for it.
- Right.
- I feel sorry for them.
How could you
live like that,
knowing that
you molested your niece?
You know?
- Mm.
- How could you
go on in life
knowing that you might have
caused that person harm?
- That affects people
in life right now today.
- That's right.
- Some people
can't go on in life,
can't move on in life
because of situations
like that,
or they have problems
in their relationships
because of
situations like that.
- Right, but you're able to
take care of yourself,
so that's what counts.
- Yeah.
Plus I got the man upstairs
watching over me.
- You mean god?
- Mm-hmm.
Yes, I do what I do,
but I'm a strong
believer in Him.
- Really?
- Yeah,
because there's nobody
to judge me but Him.
- Right, right.
- I don't care what
the world say.
I ain't gotta to answer
to the world.
I gotta answer to Him.
- No, sure enough.
- You know, and it's my choice
to be a prost*tute or a hooker.
You know, and it be the worst
people that are hypocrites,
the ones that
act like they so...
"I'm the good citizen here,
doing the right thing,
and you're nothing
but a piece of trash
'cause you're on the street."
But I pray.
And I get on my knees
and I thank God, you know.
And I can't say
what the next person do.
That's why I don't do it,
but I feel like a person
shouldn't judge me
for what I do either.
'Cause you don't know
what God
got for me
in life, you know?
- Right.
- So...
- ♪ Kiss today good-bye ♪
♪ The sweetness
and the sorrow ♪
♪ We did
what we had to do ♪
♪ And I can't regret
what I did for love ♪
♪ What I did for love ♪
[music fades]
- You ever heard of
"Taxicab Confessions"?
- Yeah.
- On HBO?
- Yeah, I've watched it.
- Well, this is it.
This is your
lucky night.
- Well, how the f*ck are they
gonna know I told a story?
- No, they--because
this is on camera.
- [laughs]
Oh my god!
- I heard you, and this
is on camera right now.
Let me show you--
Let me show you the release.
Look, look, look.
- Are you Spanish?
- Yeah.
- Never asked.
- Look.
This is the release.
This just gives--this gives
HBO permission to use this.
- "I understand
and acknowledge that
I have been videotaped
and audiotaped..."
- Right.
[punk music resumes]
- ♪ My eyes are dry ♪
♪ The dream was ours
to borrow ♪
♪ It's as if
we always knew ♪
♪ But I won't forget
what I did for love ♪
♪ What I did for love ♪
[music fades]
- Can I tell you a little bit
about what I'm doing?
- What are you doing?
- It's called
"Taxicab Confessions."
- Oh, my god,
you're f*cking kidding me!
You're full of sh*t!
Oh my god!
Edward, I'm gonna k*ll you.
- ♪ Gone ♪
♪ Love is never gone ♪
♪ As we carry on ♪
♪ Love's what
we'll remember ♪
♪ Kiss today good-bye ♪
♪ And point me
toward tomorrow ♪
♪ Wish me luck,
the same to you ♪
[music fades]
- Have you heard
of a show on HBO
called
"Taxicab Confessions"?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- This is it.
- Oh Jesus, Mary, Joseph!
- Oh, Jesus Christ!
[laughs]
- I was gonna say,
"What the f*ck?"
Oh, I gotcha, I gotcha.
- This is the only cab
in the world like this.
- I was gonna say, "What the
hell is going on?"
Okay, cool.
Okay, cool.
- Are we, for real?
- Yeah.
I bel--I believe him.
- Mike, you have
yourself a good night.
- All right, Mike.
- Buster.
- Ah, Buster's glad to get
the hell out of here.
- Yeah, right?
- My rose!
- Yeah, you wanted to
hit me with it before.
[both laugh]
- Mike, god bless you.
- God bless you, too.
♪ Won't regret, can't forget ♪
♪ What I did for love ♪
♪ What I did for love ♪
♪ What I did for love ♪
[punk rock music continues]
♪ ♪
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03x03 - Taxicab Confessions New York, New York 3
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When passengers enter the cab, they are recorded with several small cameras hidden in the taxi.
When passengers enter the cab, they are recorded with several small cameras hidden in the taxi.