#iain lucky

EDDIE: Ma, I'm okay… HELEN: We've gotta leave Copperdale. We've gotta leave. I'm serious this time. SHANIA: Dear, let's slow down before we decide anything major like that…

EVAN: (pant) Wait! Toby! EVERYONE: Huh? TOBY: Evan. What the fuck do you want?

EVAN: You left the team?! Toby, you can't! We're fucked! TOBY: I can do whatever the fuck I want, actually. EVAN: We just lost Konner, we can't lose you too!

TOBY: You can, and you should get used to it. Oh, you're gonna lose the game to Boundary? I don't care. EVAN: Toby, you have a commitment to keep. And you already paid for this year's uniform! What are you just gonna walk away because of something that had nothing to do with you?

TOBY: You can, and you should get used to it. Oh, you're gonna lose the game to Boundary? I don't care. EVAN: Toby, you have a commitment to keep. And you already paid for this year's uniform! What, are you just gonna walk away because of something that had nothing to do with you?

TOBY: Actually, once someone fucks with my friend--my best friend I've had since I was a kid--it does involve me, Evan. And don't take it out on me because you can't keep your attack dog on a leash. EVAN: (grunt) TOBY: Fuck your game, fuck your team, and fuck you. I'm done. I hope Boundary tears you guys a new asshole at the end of the season.

COACH CALLER: A word with you, Mr. Lucky? Well, both of you. IAIN: Shoot, Martin. COACH CALLER: I've already spoken with the Whiteducks, but…I regret that this happened. Just so ashamed. That poor kid. Toby, you're a good friend for staying with him.

IAIN: I already know my son is a good kid. And I know that the Prescott kid is not. Now what are any of you teachers doing about it? TOBY: Dad… COACH CALLER: No, he's right, Toby. Mr. Lucky, be assured that there is absolutely no tolerance on my team for this sort of bullshit. Pardon my French.

COACH CALLER: The amount of parents that are already calling for punishment is overwhelming. Now as the phys ed department head, ain't much I can do besides take him off the team. I just have to hope that'll be enough. IAIN: (smirks) I'm sure the Prescotts doing backflips at the sound of that. COACH CALLER: Heh. Prescotts hate my Black ass anyway. (ahem) But that's…off the record.

IAIN: Toby, wait…I'm sorry. Can I come in? TOBY: No. IAIN: (sigh) Shit.

IAIN: Just… (sigh) I'm sorry, Toby. Can we talk? TOBY: You can't keep this shit from me, dad. I'm not a little kid anymore. IAIN: …I know, buddy. I…I know.

IAIN: …we'll talk later. Please. … Alright. (sigh) Fuck.

TOBY: (shuddering) Fuck. Holy fuck… (reading) Toby….

"By my count, you're around 17 now. Happy 17th. You're almost a man. I wish I could see who you are. What you look like. I wonder if you look at all like me."

…"Short one today, as I'm writing this on my break. You must be done with high school soon? There's a good chance you're in high school, I think Iain would've made sure you had the best life. So I am not at all worried about that.

"As for me, I've found placement in a permanent centre in NB. Gonna renew my first aid certificate tomorrow. Life has been stable. I wish you could come see NB by the sea. It's beautiful out here."

"Other fathers I've come across in my time tell me their children were their greatest achievements before they got put in rehab. I know you are mine, too. I've never met you, and it's unlikely I ever will. Regardless of that, I love you. I'm sorry that that's the reality I created for myself. Shit, I tell you that in every letter I've ever sent."

this cake kinda ass ngl

EZRA: Are you my grandpa? IAIN: Sure am.

The following day

[SFX: Muffled yelling]

IAIN: …no--you tell me what the hell this school is gonna do about criminals like Konner Prescott! What you are gonna do about it! SHANIA: (numbly) Iain, don't yell. PRINCIPAL: Mr. Lucky-- HELEN: Mrs. Hawley, you have to understand that my son, an Indigenous boy, is now a statistic. Do you know how sickening that is? That boy needs to be expelled.

SHANIA: (shudders) Why did this have to happen to my boy…? PRINCIPAL: Mrs. Whiteduck, Mr. Lucky. I promise you, we are cooperating closely with the police to figure out exactly why this happened. I understand your anger, I do. But I have to ask you to remain level-headed about all of this… HELEN: Level-headed?! Let me tell you something, Mrs. Hawley…

TOBY: (quietly) I'm sorry I wasn't there, Ducko. EDDIE: You were there, Toby, it's okay. TOBY: It's not fucking okay, Eddie. I--I should've been there. I should've fucking been there.

EDDIE: …I just…why me? What the hell did I ever do to Konner, man…? SHANNON: Oh, Eddie… TOBY: I…I don't know. I don't know. But we can only hope he's going to be put away for awhile. EDDIE: He won't be. He's from some rich white family, and I'm not. TOBY/SHANNON: …

TOBY: Wait...perfect skin...hasn't aged...out for blood... (gasp) Don't tell me...

TOBY: A--Angelo…my…my other dad. IAIN: The man who abandoned you. You need to get rid of it. Whatever it is, it's not good. TOBY: …no.

IAIN: What do you mean, 'no'? He's a bad person, end of story. Whatever he has to say isn't worth-- TOBY: I deserve to know who he is, at least! This is the first time he's reached out, I--I should-- IAIN: Hardly. Every time he writes, it's a goddamn sob story about how sorry he is. TOBY: What do you mean 'every time' he writes?

IAIN: I…he--he writes…a few times a year. TOBY: And you've been keeping them from me?! Dad! What the hell! That's actually really messed up! IAIN: He doesn't deserve to be in your life! He cut you out, he cut me out, because we were a fucking inconvenience to him. He isn't worth the effort. TOBY: But he wrote this to me. Don't tell me you've been keeping my mail from me?

IAIN: Toby, I've been protecting you from a dangerous and self-admitted criminal. A junkie. You think it's an accident that this came from some rehab centre in New Brunswick? He's sent letters from a bunch of them around the country. You think that's the type of man that deserves to be in your life? TOBY: I didn't say anything about that. I just want to know, dad. IAIN: You're better off if you don't.