At an isolated desert gas station, the last payphone serves a unique clientele.
Every day, a line of crooks and delinquents extends past the pumps, waiting their turn to feed it quarters and mutter, "Leave the money in the brief case. Don't contact the cops. If you talk, we'll find you."
With each call, a flustered detective across town screams, "Did the trace go through?"
"Sir," his deputy replies gravely, "It's the Payphone again."
"Dammit! Why do we even still have that thing?!"
And every night, an elderly gas station attendant quietly counts a large pile of loose change, smiling.