A stopped traffic jam on Westminster Bridge in London at blue hour in heavy rain, as in the attached location image: black London taxis, SUVs, hatchbacks and a red double-decker bus with glowing tail lights on soaked mirror-like asphalt, Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament glowing warm gold behind against a deep teal sky, ornate street lamps along the railing. The white supercar from the @/image1, a low sharp wedge two seater in satin pearl white with a long dark tinted glass canopy, a thin white light bar across the nose and a double red light bar across the tail, sits stuck in the middle lane. Its cabin matches the attached interior photo: light grey seats, dark grey suede dashboard, a squared yoke, a big landscape touchscreen, a carbon center console with one round button next to a takeaway coffee cup with a lid, thin red ambient light strips in the doors. The driver, the person from the @/image2, looks exactly as in the sheet, in the same outfit, with glasses, sitting behind the yoke. On the passenger seat lie a black laptop bag, a stack of loose paper documents and an open paper bag of small round pastries. When the car flies, bright blue white jets of cold air shoot from nozzles under the car and throw up thick clouds of white mist and rain spray. Cinematic look throughout, shot on a full frame cinema camera, deep teal and orange color grade, wet reflections, soft bloom around lights, fine film grain. Inside the cabin the light is cool blue from the rainy windows mixed with the red glow of the door strips.
[Shot 1] 0.0 - 1.5s Wide exterior shot from street level at the side of the bridge, slow push in on the white supercar stuck in the jam, rain falling, tail lights reflecting on the wet road, Big Ben glowing behind.
[Shot 2] 1.5 - 5.0s Interior side profile of the driver from the passenger side, the rainy bridge and the stopped cars behind the window. The driver drums fingers on the yoke, checks a wristwatch, puffs out both cheeks and lets out a long bored sigh, then slowly turns to look straight ahead with a small mischievous grin and reaches down toward the center console.
[Shot 3] 5.0 - 6.0s Extreme close up insert of the carbon center console, the takeaway coffee cup soft on the right, a finger pressing the round button firmly. It clicks and glows.
[Shot 4] 6.0 - 7.5s Exterior low angle from the wet asphalt beside the jam, the white supercar lifting straight up on its jets, an explosion of white mist and rain spray rolling over the neighboring cars, rising above the roof of the red double-decker bus with Big Ben behind.
[Shot 5] 7.5 - 11.5s Interior wide angle shot from the back corner of the cabin, the whole interior in frame. As the car climbs, everything inside starts floating in zero gravity: the coffee cup lifts out of its holder, the paper documents spread through the air, the round pastries drift out of the bag and spin, the laptop bag rises off the seat, the driver's glasses float off the face and the driver's hair stands straight up. The driver sits frozen with wide eyes, then grabs at the floating cup and misses.
[Shot 6] 11.5 - 13s Exterior wide shot of the white supercar high above the bridge, doing a slow full roll in the air until it is upside down, jets glowing, Big Ben and the river below it in the rain.
[Shot 7] 13s - 14s Interior shot, the whole cabin upside down, the driver hanging in the seatbelt, papers, pastries, the bag and the cup swirling around the cabin.
[Shot 8] 14 - 15.5s Exterior shot of the white supercar right side up again, coming down fast toward the traffic jam on its jets, mist blasting across the wet road and the rows of tail lights.
[Shot 9] 15.5 - 17s Interior medium shot of the driver as gravity comes back: the coffee cup bursts and coffee splashes all over the driver's face and clothes, papers and pastries drop into the driver's lap, and one sheet of paper sticks flat to the driver's forehead. The driver sits completely still, soaked, staring ahead.
[Shot 10] 17 - 19.5s Exterior street level shot in the rain, the white supercar landing right on top of a black London taxi in the jam, crushing the taxi's roof down, its windshield cracking into a web, glass and rain bouncing off the hood. The taxi driver, an older man in a flat cap and a dark jacket, pushes his door open, slowly climbs out underneath the supercar and stares up at it.
Audio: heavy rain on glass and metal, distant car horns, a red bus engine idling, fingers drumming on the yoke, a long bored sigh, a sharp click of the button, a deep rushing roar of air jets and spray, a sudden muffled quiet inside the cabin with papers fluttering and a soft whoosh, a gasp, the roar of jets turning in the air, a wet splash of coffee, a heavy metal crunch and cracking glass, a car door creaking open, rain, no music.