A metal payphone under a yellow plastic dome. There's a bitter, caustic taste on the tip…

Calling...

Calling...

And calling -- for who knows how long. But no one answers. You need to insert more money to call again.

"You want more money now, huh?! YOU WANT FUCKING MONEY?!!!?" (Punch the phone again.)

It didn't give you any fun for that money.

Your hand is swelling up.

"Officer -- that's enough. Let's return to work..."

That's right. Walk away.

It's over.

Fuck it, it doesn't hurt.

It didn't give you any fun for that money. Nothing. Your hand is turning blue now... blood drips to the ground.

It didn't give you any fun for that money. Your hand is turning blue now... blood drips to the ground.

There's still some unused change in there -- the machine waits for a number to be dialled.

You pick up the handset. There's a tone -- the machine is operable.

The lieutenant shrugs apathetically, then walks a little distance away to concentrate on his notes. Looks like he'd rather not get into it again.

A metal payphone under a yellow plastic dome. You could use it to call someone, unless you're out of change...

Pick up the handset.

You hear the tone -- the machine is operable.

[Leave.]