His landlord stands in the hall explaining for the third time why the lock has been changed and Mac can get his clothes when he finally pays but he cannot live there anymore. Mac lies on the hall floor in protest. The landlord goes over it one more time, then returns to his office, allowing Mac five minutes before he calls the police. Mac waits fifteen, then goes to his car.

There is nothing to do but drive while there is gas in the tank. It is high, bright midday.