Unanswered Prayers Page #3

When we expanded our offices,

I financed the loan

through First National.

What if we refinanced

that loan with you?

I'll fax over a bid for you.

You'll be happy.

A friendly bid?

Yeah, a friendly bid.

I'll get it to you today.

Hey, hon, how'd it go?

It was dicey, but we

got a little creative,

and I think we're gonna make it work.

Excellent.

I just signed Moreno.

It's not huge, but it's something.

Hey, I got Yanni

calling on the other line.

Let me call you back. Love you.

I love you.

Hey, Yanni, what's up?

Hey, Yanni.

The leaking pipe, man.

That's what's caused

the sidewalk to settle.

We need to install a new water line,

bypass it altogether.

Yeah. Let's just get the Bobcat

in here, put in a new sidewalk.

Ouch!

It sounds worse than it is.

Yanni will fix it up.

Yeah, don't worry. I'll take care of it.

Okay.

Hey, Ben, would you mind

looking at the fireplace?

I started a fire last night

and nearly smoked myself out.

Jesse?

Mom, give me a sec.

Jess, are you all right?

Ma, I told you to wait.

So, what happened to you and football?

Blew my knee out at UVA.

Didn't want to be part of the

gimp squad, so I came back to Ashland.

Wow, this is a mess.

You got a lot of

creosote buildup in here.

-Want to see?

-Yeah.

Don't build anymore fires, or you could

have the town's biggest blowtorch.

-There you go. See what I mean?

-Okay.

I'll have Lester Gill come out

and take care of it.

Hey, thanks for doing

all this work around here.

Don't be afraid to send me a bill.

In that department, I'm fearless.

Ben, I want to talk about what happened.

-Ava, it's okay.

-No, it's not.

-We were kids. Forget it.

-I can't forget it.

See. Here's the thing.

You had 20 years to explain.

And I wanted to.

I know. My line was busy, right?

Listen, I was embarrassed, okay?

You were away at college. I panicked.

And Don Cahoon,

he was my ticket out of town.

You know, his fancy clothes

and his stupid Porsche.

That is such a relief.

I thought you left me for Don Cahoon.

I didn't know what to say

without hurting you,

so I just chose not to say...

You know what? You did hurt me.

I called you for weeks.

And then I had to call your mother

to get the scoop.

-I know.

-You and I were talking

about getting engaged.

Did I miss something?

I just kept procrastinating,

and months went by.

Month after month, and then

I didn't know what to say. So I just...

I'm sorry. I am sorry that I hurt you.

How many times

have you been back here, huh?

Christmas? Thanksgiving? Fourth of July?

What, three years ago,

you wave to me from across the park.

What the hell is that?

I don't know.

Hey.

Hi. Are you busy?

No.

We're having a little situation

at the house with Jesse.

I could kind of use your help.

Where are you?

I'm on a job, but I'm done.

So, I'll be home.

I can be there in 20 minutes. Okay?

-Good.

-Bye.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Teenagers.

Mom, you know Monet.

Well, I didn't, but I do now.

Hi, Mrs. Beck.

I've got to get to work, okay?

Bye. It was really nice to meet you.

Hey. Where are you going?

I got practice.

Well, look,

I don't think this is very cool.

Ditching school, coming here,

and then you go to practice?

-Hey, I'm gonna wait in the car.

-No, no. I'm coming.

Jess.

Well, that was humiliating.

Look, I'm sorry. She's never home...

It's cool. I'm a big girl.

I guess we just call the game,

big-time interference?

Yeah.

Thanks for your help.

Yeah.

Ben,

I'm sorry I hurt you.

I'd give anything

to do it all different.

So, how long has this been going on?

A little while. A few weeks.

I guess you know about STDs.

Mom.

Well, I'm sorry

if this is embarrassing for you.

It was kind of embarrassing for me.

Now, I hope she's using birth control.

Jess, if you get this girl pregnant...

Would you chill out?

Don't tell me to chill out.

Look, we're not stupid, okay?

Okay, okay. Let's all chill.

Look, you've have a lot

on your plate right now.

You've got the homecoming game,

the UVA...

Football, football.

"Football, football" what?

You don't want to play football anymore?

Did I say that?

Look, I want to play football, Dad.

But not 24/7.

-Okay? I'm not you.

-Can you take it down a few, Jess?

I don't want you to be me.

I want you to be better than me.

Are we done here? I got homework.

No, we're not done. Sit down.

Sit down.

Now, football is your best shot

at a scholarship.

Your mom and I

want you to go to college

and make something of yourself.

You always have the family business

to come back to.

What if I don't want

the family business, huh?

That's your choice.

Look, you have a lot of options.

You could do whatever you want.

But I am telling you right now,

if you get this girl pregnant,

you will ruin your life.

I just don't want you to use

this house as a crash pad.

Okay?

One last thing. I know what it's like

to think you're in love.

But love is more than

these romantic feelings.

It's about respect.

It's about care, loyalty,

and honesty, okay?

Okay, Dad.

Lor?

Lorrie?

-Hey.

-Hey.

You okay? That was awkward.

Ben, did I ruin your life?

What?

When you quit school and came back here

and we started dating,

did I ruin your life?

Why would you say that?

You just said it to Jesse.

"If you get that girl pregnant,

"you're gonna ruin your life."

-Come on, Lorrie.

-What? I got pregnant,

and you did the right thing by me.

You married me,

and then I go and miscarry.

And, I mean, did you ever feel like

I trapped you?

Hey. Stop this. I wanted to marry you.

Do you think that I regret any of it?

You or Jesse?

Honey, don't ever, ever think that.

I've been in love with you

since the fifth grade.

You didn't even know I was alive.

Yes, I did.

-Bull.

-In the fifth grade,

you wore this crazy little leopard

skirt that I was nuts about.

I wouldn't be caught

dead in a leopard skirt.

I've got news for you, baby.

You wore it.

I think you're confusing me

with Charlene Pugh.

No. Sorry.

Now, she would have

worn a leopard skirt.

Come here.

God, Ben.

You should have seen their faces

when I came through the door.

Monet. She probably named

herself that. She's an artist.

She's got this big tattoo on her

forearm of a dragon or a gargoyle.

Like on the buildings? The demons?

And the thing in her nose.

I hate that.

That's just unsanitary.

Yeah. How does she blow her nose?

Anyway, she's like, "Hi, Mrs. Beck.

It's nice to meet you,"

as she comes waltzing out

of his bedroom.

Like not even the least bit embarrassed?

Not even remotely.

And Jesse. Jesse is pissed at me

because I came home unannounced

in the middle of the afternoon.

That's so rude. I'm sorry.

-You can't let them do that.

-Thank you.

Whatever happened to doing it

in the backseat of a car?

-Or we used to do it at the quarry.

-That was nice.

Or in the old luggage room

at the train station.

You did it in the old luggage room

at the train station?

You didn't?

No, sweetheart.

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