Marcus opens the door, turns on he light, and Mac and Marcus enter.Back in Mac""s place, Trina contemplates he paper that tells of her winning lottery ticket.Furious, Marcus curses his luck:What a damn fool I was - - if I""d a"" kept Trina, I""d a"" had...five thousand bucks! Damn the luck!"Trina and Mac were married a month later in the photographer""s rooms that Mac rented for their future home."" With great heart and expressiveness, he stole the show by crooning: ""I Want to Be Free"":There""s no joy in my heart, only sorrowAnd I""m sad as a man can beI sit alone in the darknessOf my lonely room,And this room Is a prison to me.My name is C.C.Baxter - C.for Calvin, C.for Clifford, however most people call me Bud.I""ve been with Consolidated for three years and ten months and my take-home pay is $94.70 a week.The hours in our department are 8:50 to 5:20 - they""re staggered by floors, so that sixteen elevators can handle the 31,259 employees without a serious traffic jam.Coincidentally, she writes thriller novels whose plots seem very close to real events.Her latest book describes a murder committed in a very similar way:Nick: I love it.She""s got a hundred million bucks.She f--ks fighters and rock and roll stars.And she""s got a degree in screwing with people""s heads.Lt.Walker: You forgot about her degree in literature.She""s a writer.She published a novel last year under a pen name.Do you want to know what it""s about? It""s about a retired rock and roll star who gets murdered by his girlfriend." Carter quipped back: "Missed you too, you musty old buzzard." Carter said he had lit a candle when Wilfrid was taken away in an ambulance two months earlier.It wasn""t for Wilfrid but for himself.He was concerned that after 37 years, he might soon find himself without an employer.Wilfrid claimed he had lost 30 pounds during his stay in the "wretched" hospital before being discharged, and wondered whether his official wig would still fit on his head.