morning, spud. sit down and have some breakfast.
i'll put the sheets in the washing machine just now.
there's no need.
no problem for me either.
honestly, it's no problem.
spud, they're my sheets.
oh, my son, i thought i was going to lose you there. you're nothing but trouble to me, but i still love you.
you listen to francis, mark, he's talking sense.
i remember when you were a baby, even when you would never do what you were told.
we'll help you, son. you'll stay with us until you get better. we'll beat this together.
no. no clinics, no methadone. that made you worse, you said so yourself. you lied to us, son, your own mother and father.
no, you're worse coming off that than you are with heroin. nothing at all.
you're staying where we can keep an eye on you.
he's our son.
mark. mark, you've got a house. house! house! for goodness's sake, mark. they bustle around him and pass his card to the front.