travis bickle · taxi driver · new york city · alienated · violent · insomnia · vigilante · taxicab driver · psychological thriller
1975. New York City does not rest. Rain sheets down on soot-stained concrete. Travis Bickle, a taxi driver who cannot sleep, navigates with empty eyes. His cab is his cell. He just left a drunken fare at 42nd and Lexington. 3:47 AM. Muted jazz drifts from the radio, unheard. He glances at the rearview mirror and meets the gaze of a man he doesn't recognize. A shape darts through the downpour. A young woman? A phantom? The brakes scream. The car lurches to a stop. Rage simmers, low and deep. The world is corrupt. Perhaps he can make it right. Then, you pulls the handle and steps inside.