{Lucky walks into the Spencer house}

Laura:  {Getting off the couch and walking to him}  “Lucky?”

Lucky:  “Mom, is LuLu in bed?”

Laura:  “No, she's spending the night next door.”

Lucky:  “Good. There's stuff you and I need to deal with, and it's -- it's better if we deal one-on-one. You're not going to tell me what I’m here about?”

Laura:  “Why don't you tell me.”

Lucky:  “In case I haven't been hit by the groundbreaking news, you want to keep me in the dark a little longer. Ok. I'll save you the suspense, Mom. I know about Stefan. Nikolas' father. Not Stavros -- Stefan. If we hadn't have found out from an outside source, we -- we'd never know from you, right?”

Laura:  “I’m assuming by ‘we,’ you mean you and –“

Lucky:  “The mystery brother you failed to mention for a decade and a half.”

Laura:  “Please, Lucky. If you're here to berate me, I can't take it tonight.”

Lucky:  “Berate you? Mom, I’m way beyond that. I'm this close to being in awe. You've got to be tougher than I am because, personally, I’d -- I’d snap from the strain. How do you do it? Year after year, how do you keep from breaking? All this crap you're carrying around. Your whole life is lies.”

Laura:  “Do you honestly think that you're in a position to judge my entire life?”

Lucky:  “No. Only the part I’ve been told so far. And I got a queasy feeling there's more I don't know.”

Laura:  “There isn't.”

Lucky:  “Well, never mind the fine points. I mean, it's the overall picture that counts. You're like this optical illusion. I mean, you look like one thing, but really you're something else. All my life, you -- you seemed so clear and clean, like snow after it had just come down. And you looked so great, I’d just want to plop myself in it, just shake my limbs around and make a snow angel. I'd be sitting there, looking up at the sky, smiling, humming. All of a sudden -- snap-- you're sucked into cold hell. I'm not making snow angels anymore. You're going down for the third time. Surprise, surprise, the ground wasn't solid. You fell through cracks in the ice.”

Laura:  “Oh, Lucky, I’m sorry. I know every kid wants his parents to be a safe place. And I can only imagine how disillusioned you must feel.”

Lucky: " ’Disillusioned’? That doesn't quite cut it, Mom. What do you do when you're drowning? Do you sit around and ponder your shattered illusions? Or do you swim like hell for the shore? ‘get me out of here’ -- that's how I felt. That's how I felt every time. And that's exactly how Nikolas felt when he found out, which is why he left Wyndemere and bunked with me.”

Laura:  “He was with you.”

Lucky:  “Yeah, well, see, there's the plus side. Brothers united by shocks from their parents. Another plus -- hey, I’m feeling lucky. I actually know who my parents are -- biologically speaking. I mean, the rest is pretty fluid.”

Laura:  “I lied to protect my baby.”

Lucky:  “Well, what about Dad's reaction? Why don't you just admit it? You lied to protect you.”
 
 
 
 

Laura:  {Sitting down}  “You know, it's very easy when you're your age to pass judgment on adults.”

Lucky:  “Oh, don't make this about growing up, Mom.”

Laura:  “Life seems very simple, Lucky. Everything looks black and white, right and wrong, good or bad. You look at the adults and you think, "how could they have made such a mess? They must be stupid or corrupt." Those things could never happen to you. Right?”

Lucky:  “We, it seems to me life's a lot simpler when you just tell the truth.”

Laura:  “You're right. You're absolutely right. But sometimes simple isn't always possible. Sometimes it isn't even right or fair. Life will teach you that, Lucky.”

Lucky:  “Well, I don't want any part of any life lessons that teach me it's better to lie.”

Laura:  “Nobody does. That's my point. Do you think I did? Do you think I was eager to abandon my first-born child? Do you think I got some kind of a perverse charge out of pretending that he didn't exist for all of those years? You think that when I thought your father was dead and I was being held captive by Stavros and Helena that I was glad that my only solace came from –“

Lucky:  “Oh, I don't want to go there, Mom.”

Laura:  “Well, I didn't want to go there either! You don't always get what you want. Things happen in life. You make choices. And you know what? Some of them are bound to be wrong. Take a look around here, ok? In case you haven't noticed, I’m paying for my mistakes. My husband has left me. Isn't that enough? Or should I be burned at the stake, Lucky? Should I be drawn and quartered in the center of town? For God's sakes, I am your mother. And I promise you, I have loved you since the moment you were conceived. Doesn't that count for something? Or am I just the sum of my mistakes?”

Laura:  “Lucky, please, listen to me. It was as much Stefan’s decision as it was mine because, you see, we both knew that Helena would stop at nothing to punish him and me and Nikolas for being ours.”

Lucky:  “I get it. I get it, ok?”

Laura:  “Do you? Do you really get it, though?”

Lucky:  “As much as I can. I'm not you, ok? I can't spend my whole life pretending.”

Laura:  “Is that what you think of me, Lucky? That I’ve just spent my whole life pretending, that you can't trust anything I say?”

Lucky:  “Not completely, no. And I don't say that to hurt you. I just -- I don't lie to people I love.”

Laura:  “And I hope that you never have to. But I hope that your life is that chaos-free. You know my wish for you, Lucky? I hope that you can keep this clarity and purity that you have forever and that you find perfect trust with someone. Not many people do. But I have to believe that you will, partly because you want it so badly. And I want you to have the happiness that you deserve. If there was any way at all that I could deliver it to you or Nikolas or Lesley Lu, there isn't much that I wouldn't do for my children.”

Lucky:  “You don't have to convince me.”

Laura:  “Ok. No matter how much distance you put between us, Lucky, you are right here with me every minute of every day.”

Lucky:  “I know that about you.”

Laura:  “Good.”

Lucky:  “But I keep finding stuff out, Mom. And it's like there's no end.”

Laura:  “If I were to tell you that this is the end of it, would you believe me? {Lucky just stares at her} So -- well, what can I say, then, that you will believe? What is it that -- what is it that you need to hear?”

Lucky:  “Just the truth. The truth, Mom. That's it.”

Laura:  “You know it. You know it all now. There isn't any more. Do you believe me?”

Lucky:  {Staring at her} “I don't know.”

Laura:  {She starts to cry} “Oh, God. {Lucky turns to leave} Wait a minute, please. Where are we now? I mean, how much ground have we lost this time? Am I the enemy again, or am I somebody you're going to avoid?”

Lucky:  “I don't know.” {He shakes his head and then walks out the door. Laura begins to cry}

Lizzie:  {Walking along the docks}  “You know, I can hear you thinking, but I can't make out the exact words.”

Lucky:  {Turning to her} “I’m sorry. Missing in action again, right?”

Lizzie:  “Well, wherever you are, do you want some company, or is it a private thing?”

Lucky:  “I saw my mom.”

Lizzie:  “On purpose?”

Lucky:  “I needed to hear her side.”

Lizzie:  “How'd it go?”

Lucky:  “When I’m older -- whatever that means -- when I’m some age like 25, I’ll figure out that life basically sucks and most of the choices are bad ones.”

Lizzie:  “She said that?”

Lucky:  “Are you kidding? My mother? She -- she made it sound like lying was necessary. If you love someone, you lie to keep them happy, to keep them safe. You lie to make sure the world keeps spinning. And she hopes my life defies the odds. It won't. But she hopes so. She hopes I find the perfect love, the kind that doesn't exist.”

Lizzie:  “Sounds sort of depressing.”

Lucky:  “Thank you. And the sick thing is she doesn't even see it.”

Lizzie:  “Well, maybe your mom's just in a bad place right now.”

Lucky:  “A very bad place -- her life.”

Lizzie:  “Well, you know, Lucky, she's kind of had it tough lately. Maybe you should give her a break.”

Lucky:  “It's like she gave up on the basics. You can't make everybody happy. Why didn't she figure that out? You find what you want, and you stick to it. You decide what's important and who. And for me, it's you. That's not confusing or complicated. Everything else is secondary.”

Lizzie:  “I feel the same way. About you, I mean.”

Lucky:  {Smiling} “Well, this works, doesn't it?”

Lizzie:  “I think so.” {They hug}
 
 

[Music plays as Lucky and Lizzie sit on the docks]

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