Nobody talks about this one. A taxi driver in the jungle becomes complicit in a mercy killing, and the film spends its entire runtime building toward a single moment where you realize the gun wasn't for the dying man. It's a short film that understands tension like a coiled spring understands pressure, refusing to waste a single frame on exposition when dread works faster. By the time you understand what actually happened, the moral weight has already crushed you.

A taxi driver working in the jungle takes on a customer he would rather not have. Doing as he is told, he drives the fare out to collect a man who is close to death on the beach. The ride ends at that destination, where the cabbie slips a hand inside his jacket and reaches for a gun.