It's 1976 in New York City on a dark and stormy night. The kind of night where it is dangerous to walk alone. Cars fly down the road as you walk down the sidewalk, rain beating against your face as you try to weather the storm. After a while, you can't bear it any longer and raise you hand at the side of the road, shouting toward the nearby traffic. "Taxi!"

A pair of headlights pierce through the darkness and slowly come towards you. The driver pulls his car to a stop, rolling down his window to look at you. He stares, his rugged but handsome face fixed on you. As you stare at each other there is silence except for the beating of the rain and the sounds of the city. To him, the light from the corner street lamps behind you almost makes a halo around your head. To you, his gaze seems as if he is trying to size you up, taking in all your form. You feel unnerved; you know immediately that this ride will be different.