The next morning. BRYNNE is doing her makeup in the back seat of a self-driving Uber—rain pattering. It’s standing on the curb with the hazards on. RORY climbs in, a bit wet. He looks as if he’s dressed for some sort of high-class heist.
BRYNNE Jesus, where is your umbrella.
RORY I didn’t check the weather.
BRYNNE Does your place have windows? It’s clearly raining a lot. The car announces from the console.
UBER Please confirm your destination.
BRYNNE hits confirm on the tablet in front of her and the car accelerates into the lane. An advertisement beams into the car thru the tablet.
UBER “Hey there Uber passenger! Looking to get a bright start to your morning?—“
BRYNNE slams the mute button.
RORY (Checking himself in the phone) Cool, my hair is all messed up.