Harvest Moon Page #2

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you talking like that,

she would wash your mouth

out with soap.

Well, it's just not fair,

that's all, Aunt Rosie.

I mean, some "Lady,"

like this Miss Stone comes along,

doesn't know nothing from nothing,

thinks she can just

up and sell our home out

from underneath us?

Yeah, well,

it doesn't need to be fair,

not for her.

They don't like people like us,

they don't like farming.

'Kay? They're just

going to come in here

and sell this place

to the highest--

well!

You make those clothes look

a lot better than I do.

Miss Stone.

This is our Aunt Rosie.

How do you do, Miss Stone?

Oh, just Jen, please.

Thank you for the loaners.

How are my clothes doing?

Well, I'm going

to hang them outside,

but they'll--

they'll live.

Hi, I'm Harry.

The better-looking

younger brother.

Hi.

[Girl giggles]

And that little

munchkin right there

is my daughter, Abby.

Hi, Abby.

Hey.

She's a little shy.

Oh, that's okay.

Where's your mommy?

My mommy's in heaven.

I'm... I'm sorry...

Can I get you some coffee,

Miss Stone?

Aunt Rosie

makes the best in the county.

Actually, um...

If you don't mind,

I'd like to just start

surveying the property now.

You ride, Miss Stone?

Ride?

Horses.

I've ridden, yeah.

Let's go have a look at your farm.

It was nice meeting you guys.

Okay.

You all right, Miss Stone?

I'm fine, thank you.

You really think

he's just gonna let her

sell the place?

I don't see that he has

much of a choice.

But knowing your brother...

He's not going to make it easy.

Shall we?

I thought you said you rode?

I've ridden in Griffith Park.

They were ponies!

Huh.

Nice.

Go.

Go. Yes. Ooh!

Okay.

Oh, no. Oh!

[Brett]:
Over there's

the east field.

It's where we rotate the crops.

Corn, hay, barley,

you know, depends on the weather,

or whatever's in demand.

But this here's where we

make our real money.

That is a lot of pumpkins.

You know, people carve 'em

up for Halloween,

eat 'em for Thanksgiving.

After that,

you can't give 'em away.

Come on.

Oh, okay.

Oh, that's cute.

What's that?

It's nothing.

Hmm.

Okay...

Look. There's oil everywhere.

That's--

that's got to be--

I can see the oil.

I can--

well, where's that come from?

The injector pump.

Is not.

Do you have to argue--

I just happen to be right--again.

What's up?

Darn thing konked out again.

The injector pump's

gotta be fixed.

Not the injector pump.

The cylinders,

valves need replacing.

You don't know

what you're talking about.

I know more than you.

No, you don't.

Lou, Phil,

hey, this is Miss Stone.

Miss Stone,

this is Lou and Phil.

These are my lead hands.

And as if you can't tell

by the bickering.

Husband and wife.

[Lou]:
Right, right.

You're the one Brett said

is gonna put us outta work?

I'm not so sure about that.

I am.

Come on,

you sell this farm,

you think they're gonna

wanna keep a couple of

old goats like us around?

All right, you know what,

I'll finish up,

and then come have

a look at that.

It was very nice

meeting you both.

-Mm-hmm.

-Mm-hmm.

Go.

That way. Yeah.

It's the injector pump.

Is not.

-Is too.

-Is not.

-Is too.

-Is not.

Well, where does the oil come from?

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

Was that really necessary?

What?

You told them

that I might be the reason

that they lose their jobs?

Well, it's the truth,

isn't it?

Don't you have

other farm hands here?

I can't hire 'em full-time.

We just bring 'em in

when it's harvest--

aw, really?

Come on!

Okay... whoa. Okay! Okay!

I'm coming! Okay!

Whoa! Oh.

Do you really need to do that now?

I have to get going.

Well, we never leave

a fence broken, okay?

It's kind of a tradition

around here.

I'm not really big

into tradition.

Well, maybe not,

but when your neighbors'

cattle come into your property,

they can eat your bottom line

faster than you can say "moo."

Well, if you ask me,

this whole place needs fixing.

You've really let it go.

Well, maybe I've had

a few things on my mind.

Well, that tractor back there

looks like it's on its last legs.

You guys should just get rid of it

and buy a new one.

Let me try and explain

something to you,

Miss Stone.

Okay, on the farm,

when something's broken,

we don't just get rid of it, okay?

We try to fix it.

[Whinnies]

You all right?

You did that on purpose!

What?

I get that you don't like me,

Mr. Jarrett,

and quite frankly,

I am not so fond of you either,

but we are stuck in this together,

and I would appreciate it

if you didn't try to kill me.

I did not try to kill you.

I'm going to go

find a real estate agent,

fill out whatever papers

a real estate agent

needs me to fill out,

and I'm going to sell this place,

and we never need

to see each other again.

The house is the other way.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry I couldn't have

been more help, miss,

but with things being

the way they are and all,

and what not,

well, you know,

it's just the way it is,

like that,

and that's all there is to

it.

I'm sorry, too.

[Dad]:
I'm in here, sweetie.

So how'd it go with the

real estate agent?

It went... great.

They were really helpful.

That's good, that's good.

So did you find out

how much your little farm is worth?

Not the exact amount,

but...

It is worth...

A lot of money.

Now all we have to do

is find you a buyer, right?

Exactly.

Um...

I left your old bedroom

for you to pack.

I wouldn't know

what you might want to keep

and what you might want

to throw away, you know?

It's going to be okay, dad.

Of course it is.

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How much is the farm worth?

Are you guys rich again?

Let's just say if I were

to sell tomorrow,

the land, the buildings,

all the equipment...

It wouldn't buy me

a first-class bus ticket

to Bakersfield.

Wait, what?

How is that even possible?

They've got a lot of bills,

and they've got all these

outstanding debts in the town.

It's just--

it's a mess.

I'm so sorry, honey.

What are you going to do?

Maybe I should get a job?

A job?

What would you do?

[Sighs]

I don't know.

I'm so depressed.

I can't even afford to go

shopping to get over it.

Let's go down to the salon

and get makeovers.

I can't...

Come on, it is my treat.

And it always helps

when you're in a bad mood.

Let's go.

Thank you, Brooke,

but I really don't think

that this problem

can be solved with a--

Brooke!

What?

That's it.

That's what I'm going to do!

See, I told you.

There is nothing in life

that a few new highlights can't fix.

No, not for me.

I'm going to give the

pumpkin farm a makeover!

Oh! Ha-hah.

That's so smart.

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[Guitar playing]

Don't stop on my account.

That was your mom's favorite song.

I never could get it right, though.

You always got it right

enough for her, I bet.

[Car approaches]

Well well.

Brett!

We've got company.

Hi!

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I wore sensible shoes this time.

Oh, wait.

I forgot my sunglasses.

There we go.

This is already looking better.

It's really pretty,

isn't it, daddy?

Yeah.

So what you're saying is you

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