Harvest Moon

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I love these shoes.

Gor-geous.

Right?

[Gasps]

Oh...

Good bones,

excellent design,

flawless style.

I feel like these shoes say,

"I am Jennifer Stone."

They should--

you already own them.

Hmm?

You bought the same pair

last week.

Oh... I forgot.

Disappointed.

You know, that's what I love

about you best, Jen.

Any time I feel guilty

about how much money

I'm dishing out

on clothes, or shoes,

or handbags--

you're always there

to outspend me.

Well, what are friends for?

Thank you.

Okay, now for the biggest

decision of the day...

Where to have lunch.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know if I have time.

I need to update

my fashion blog

this afternoon.

Oh, honey, the world can wait

a few more hours

for your next fashion post.

Ooh! How about

Maison de Salade?

No, they're under renovations.

Here. Selfie!

You know, it's not just

about fashion, though.

I do write about

other important things,

like what's trending

in hair and makeup.

Oh, right.

Oh, what about Fontaine Noire?

No! They have that awful hostess.

She was so rude last time.

Yeah.

Well, there's always Avenue 99.

They have that really cute waiter,

Jean-Paul.

I'm sorry, Miss Stone,

do you have another card?

There was a problem

with this one.

Pardon me?

Your charge card,

it was declined.

Try it again, please.

I tried it twice.

Maybe you have another one.

Okay. Here.

Thank you.

Okay, wait,

I thought you were

off the market.

Haven't you been seeing

that "Tim" guy

for almost a month?

Ted and I are so over.

What happened?

He called me irresponsible.

Can you imagine?

I'm...

Terribly sorry,

Miss Stone.

This one was declined as well.

What?

Okay. I told you this place

has gone downhill.

Just leave your bags

and we'll go shop somewhere else.

No, I don't understand.

How could both of these

have been declined?

[Cell phone rings]

Daddy?

You won't believe

what just happened.

What?

What?

What?

We're broke?

Daddy, you're joking, right?

I wish I were,

sweetheart,

but it's true.

I'm filing for bankruptcy

in the morning.

Mr. Gordon, you're his lawyer.

How could you let this happen?

Well, Jen, the foreign

exchange markets,

I'm afraid,

are a little bit out of my control.

I mean, we had a contingency,

but what with

the financial situation

in Europe right now,

and some of your father's larger

investments underperforming--

[dad]:
The truth is,

I took some risks

that I, you know,

probably shouldn't have,

and once the dominoes

start falling,

they can be pretty hard to stop.

Sweetheart,

I'm really sorry, okay?

Don't worry, daddy,

we'll get through this.

I mean, I still have

my trust fund.

We can live on that

until you get your feet

back on the ground.

I do still have my trust fund,

don't I?

I didn't want to tell you this,

sweetheart,

but you spent your way

through all of that

about a year ago.

But you always look fabulous.

What...

No, I'm sure

I still have money in it.

Your father has been topping

that account up for months now,

and now that's gone, too.

Bankrupt...

I can't believe this.

We've lost everything?

Well, not quite.

There's the farm...

What farm?

I forgot about the farm.

Just a little piece of property

that I bought about a year ago.

It was like, what 50?

50 acres.

It's just two hours

north of the city.

And it's in your name.

A pumpkin farm?

I thought it would be

a nice little investment for you.

You know,

they were talking about

doing some condos on the land,

and then the local government

wouldn't rezone it,

so the land can't be developed.

Now it's all yours.

I own a pumpkin farm.

You own a pumpkin farm?

[Jen]:
Yeah, but not for long.

I'm just going up there

to check the place out,

sign some papers,

and sell it as soon as I can.

I heard about your dad.

I am so sorry.

Everything will be okay.

And after all,

it's just money, right?

Brooke, did I lose you?

No! Still here.

Um... anyway... good luck.

Lunch this week?

I'll call you.

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Oh, here, let me.

-Thank you, ma'am.

-Mm-hmm.

Poor Fred.

Took a bad fall off his back porch.

It's gonna be a tough harvest

for him this year.

Grab a seat anywhere you'd like.

Special today is the

hot chicken sandwich.

Oh, no thank you.

I don't do carbs.

My GPS doesn't seem to be working

this far out of the city.

I was wondering

if anyone can help me find

the Jarrett farm?

Brett Jarrett?

I think that that's his name.

It's... yeah.

Brett Jarrett.

How do I get there?

Um...

Mind if I ask why?

Of course.

I own the place.

-You?

-Mm-hmm.

I haven't been there,

so I figured I'd go check it out

before I sell.

You're gonna sell

the Jarrett place?

Going to try.

Keep going down this road,

second left,

all the way to the end,

one more right turn,

and you're there.

Got it. Thank you!

And, um...

You may want to rethink

those shoes.

I think they'll be fine.

Who was that?

Trouble.

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[Knocks]

Hello?

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[Horse whinnies]

[Horse whinnies]

Oh, hello!

Hello?

Oh!

I am so sorry!

Sorry?

You just ruined a $2,000 outfit!

Why are you wearing a

$2,000 outfit on a farm?

Why are you not looking

where you're going?

Uh...Why are you on my property?

Because it's not your property,

sir,

it's my property.

Oh.

You're the girl from the city.

The one who owns the place.

Yeah, I am.

And I am going to have to

have a little talk

with your boss,

Mr. Jarrett.

You are.

Oh.

Well then.

Hello. I'm Jennifer Stone.

Brett Jarrett.

Look, I'm sorry about that, okay?

I didn't see you there.

Why don't you

come on up to the house,

we'll get you dried up.

I am fine, Mr. Jarrett.

Just because I'm from the city

doesn't mean that I can't

handle a little mud.

Suit yourself.

-Hey, Miss Stone?

-Yes?

I've got some clothes here

that you can borrow

until Aunt Rosie dries yours.

Thank you.

Just leave them outside.

We'll see ya downstairs.

Thank you.

Hi.

This is pretty fancy stuff.

The next time

you decide to throw a

complete stranger in the mud,

you'd better pick someone

who doesn't have

such expensive taste.

Well, I didn't "throw" her

into the mud, Aunt Rosie.

She bumped into me and fell.

Really?

Really.

Look, is it my fault

that she doesn't know her

way around a farm?

Whoa.

Whose sweet car is that--

boots!

It's Miss Stone.

The one from the city?

They don't grow 'em

that way out here.

Where is she?

She's in the bathroom,

changing,

'cause we had an accident.

You already talk to her about

not selling the place yet?

No. I haven't had a chance.

To be honest with you,

I don't think it's

gonna do much good.

She kind of seems like the girl

who's used to getting her own way.

You just have to talk

some sense into her,

big brother.

Tell her that Jarretts

have been on this farm

for 75 years,

and as soon as we can put

the money together,

we're gonna buy it back.

Yeah, well, if we have

another year like we did last year,

we'll barely keep the lights on.

If your mother heard

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