Obi-Wan: [at a pay phone on Tatooine] Hello, is this Owen Lars? H-hello, yes, my name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Owen: Oh yeah, you worked with my stepbrother, right?
Obi-Wan: …you know who I am?
Owen: Well I only met Anakin once for like, a day, but I overheard him yelling your name while he was having a meltdown in the other room.
Obi-Wan: …that sounds about right.
Owen: Also the message you left for him while he was here kind of interrupted my stepmom’s funeral.
Obi-Wan: Oh! I, I am sorry about that. Um, anyways, so, I’m actually on Tatooine right now, and – [Luke starts crying]
Owen: …do you have a baby with you?
Obi-Wan: Ha! Um, yes, actually, so, funny story – well, no, as it happens it’s an entirely not funny story, but er, so turns out Anakin was, uh, married.
Owen: Oh yeah? That girl that was with him that time? You know, they kind of stole our protocol droid. And I still can’t find one that speaks Bocce.
Obi-Wan: Oh. That’s unfortunate. Anyways, I’m afraid I have some bad news: Anakin and Padme are both, um, sort of…not alive. Anymore.
Owen: Oh, I am sorry to hear that. Both of them? What happened?
Obi-Wan: …
Owen: Hello?
Obi-Wan: Yes I’m still here, I just. [clears throat] Well it was a terrible week, and let’s just say the Empire killed them both and leave it at that.
Owen: What Empire?
Obi-Wan: Oh, right, I should have mentioned that the Republic is over and has been taken over by a fascist regime. And that the Jedi Order’s been destroyed. And as a Jedi, I’m now considered an enemy of the Empire. So I’ve fled here, to Tatooine. [Luke cries again]
Owen: So what’s with the baby?
Obi-Wan: Right! That’s actually why I’m calling, you see, Anakin and Padme had childr- a child, and he’s with me. But I, I have a bit of a target on my back, you see, and I don’t have a lot of experience with, uh, babies.
Owen: [warily] …oh?
Obi-Wan: …and I was just thinking, you know, perhaps you’d take him in and raise him and help keep him under the Empire’s radar. It should only be for the next 15, 20 years or so. [pause] 25, max.
Owen: …
Obi-Wan: I, I won’t be going anywhere, of course! I’m planning to live in this, um, shack I found, beyond the Dune Sea? So I’ll plan to come by every so often to spy – to, uh, supervise, from afar?
Owen: Excuse me?!
Obi-Wan: Or not! Heh, I don’t, I won’t be any trouble. But I really, really can’t keep the boy myself. Because of the being a fugitive and all.
Owen: [the first in several decades of world-weary sighs] OK, come over I guess.
Obi-Wan: Wonderful! See you soon.