Grayson: Mom? Alma: I have to go. Grayson: No, mom, don't go. Alma: I love you, Grayson. Grayson: I love you too, mom. The police follows Alma out, she waves to her son, because she isn't allowed to concact him anymore. Grayson: No, don't go. Lawyer: She is gone. The police and the lawyer are letting go of Grayson. Grayson looks mad at his lawyer. Lawyer: You have to understand that, she needs to get better. Grayson: But she needs me. Lawyer: No, she dosen't need you, do you understand what i'm saying? Grayson: No, i don't understand. Lawyer: Your mom isn't allowed to contact you. Grayson: Why not? Lawyer: Because she can't take care of herself. Grayson get's more mad at his lawyer. Lawyer: You need to know that you still have a chance. Grayson: A chance for what? Lawyer: To become a better person, do get it? Grayson: No, i don't get it, fuck you. Grayson is very mad at his lawyer. Grantham: How can you do this to me? Lawyer: There must some people that you like. Grayson: I like my mother. Lawyer: Other people than her, what about your dad? Grayson: I don't have a dad, do you get that? Lawyer: Don't talk like that. Grayson: Fuck you. Grayson is very mad at his lawyer. A little later: It's almost dinner time. The lawyer is driving Grayson over to his new foster family. The lawyer and Grayson goes out of the car. The lawyer rings on the door. A man opens the door. Grantham: Hey. Lawyer: Hey. Grantham: Come in.