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When I have fears that I may cease to be, before my pen has gleaned my teeming

brain, before high -piled books in character hold like rich garners the

full -ripened grain, when I behold upon the night's dark face huge

cloudy symbols of a high romance, and think that I may never live to trace

shadows,

with the magic hand of charm.

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,

that I shall never look upon thee more, never have relish in the fairy power of

unreflecting love, then on the shore of the wide world I

stand alone and think till love and fame

To nothingness to think.

She's going to be a ravishing bride, Fran.

Let me guess.

Diane.

They'll go great with that little red dress you're getting married in. Oh, no.

It's not me. I want every ounce of tradition.

Marching down that aisle, everyone gasping.

Isn't she spectacular?

And then Mark lifts my veil and he gazes into my eyes for a long moment.

Better be long. I've dreamt about it ever since I was a child. Oh, yes. And

the nightmare begins.

Oh, Nancy, don't listen to her. Marriage is beautiful.

It's due fresh on your eyelids.

Maggie teaches poetry. She doesn't write it.

Marriage does give you a point of view, a balance.

It's the lens you see things through that's important.

Well, I've had a problem with 20 -20 vision with both of my husbands. Hey,

is a bridal shower, not group therapy.

Just one bit of advice, Fran.

Oh, no, no, no.

This is vital. Whatever you do, have your own bathroom. I mean, there are

things you just don't want to see them do.

A toast to Fran.

forever. To a man who's your soulmate.

Raise a shoe on your eyelid.

And your own bathroom.

I'm sorry. Oh, God.

Today's all days.

I'm sorry.

Mom. Hey, Mom. Wait up.

Can I borrow the car?

Oh, sorry.

Home to change. Betrayed again. By chocolate.

You look fine.

I do not look fine. I have a meeting with a curriculum committee in, uh, 47

minutes. I'm not going to give them a chance to say no.

I've got all my keys.

Hey,

do you have the list?

Your anniversary party, who you and Dad want to invite?

Oh, please, Diane.

You don't need to give us a party. It's just too expensive.

Well, why wait tables if I can't squander the money on my parents?

But you have student loans and books.

Mom, your 25th anniversary is a major.

How many of your friends are you inviting?

I want to celebrate you and dad.

Oh, listen.

Your father and I are probably going to go to Bermuda and have a little sex.

Don't touch me.

I think they're filthy perverts.

When can I have the car?

Five o 'clock. Okay.

Hey, get that list together.

Pete's phones could be thought of as intricate collages.

Crafted from...

Fragments of the past but even more relevant today.

Particularly his view of romantic love.

How's that list coming for Diane?

She's inviting everybody we've ever met. Pretty impressive.

I'm not too sure about the Harrisons, though. He's such a jerk.

So how's that list coming?

Did the meeting go badly?

Splendidly.

They're very enthusiastic about poetry.

Particularly Keats.

Terrific.

How's about a nice big Caesar salad? Lots of anchovies. I'm starving.

You feel like a Caesar salad?

Yeah.

Is that what you want?

Gone playing house.

What?

Bridget. Brigitte.

Isn't that her name? Your new paralegal?

I recognize those ridiculously long legs.

Who are you talking about?

I saw you, Tom.

I planted those gardenias that you gave to her.

I'm sorry, ma 'am.

That's it?

That's all you have to say?

It just happened.

Here? In our house?

Which room did it happen in, Tom? Let's cool that, okay?

For 25 years, I have come home.

To you.

Was it so difficult?

I'm the one who dropped out of college to work so you could go to law school.

Turn off the phone.

What do you want me to say?

Is there anything I can say that'll make it okay?

I want you to say that I didn't see right.

Happiness forever.

The man who's your soulmate.

Fresh dew in your eyelids.

And your own bathroom.

After years of controversy, during which John Keats' work had been alternately

savagely criticized and extravagantly praised, and then finally neglected.

His position as one of England's finest poets has been confirmed.

Have a great summer, everybody.

Oh,

Mrs. Webber. Yes.

Listening to you talk about Keats with such passion this semester.

Well, do you read this?

Oh, sure, Jennifer.

You have real talent.

Did you know that?

Really?

Well, thank you.

You gave me the courage to write it.

Have a great summer, Miss Davia. Thanks.

Oh, hey, Jim Rogers.

Trying to be a gentleman?

What a relief.

Shiver is not dead.

And I'm looking forward to these weeks off for you.

Um, yeah, sort of.

It's been an unusual few months.

I am. Thanks.

Uh, do you like the stones?

Keith Richards, Charlie Watts, the guy with the lips?

Oh, yes.

I thought you would.

Third row.

I'm going to be here on the 26th. I've been to every Stones concert around here

since 1972.

Oh, fantastic.

And would you like to go with me?

Everybody knows how devoted Jim Rogers was throughout his wife's cancer.

I mean, come on, he's a damn jewel.

Would you just lay off me?

Everyone has a solution.

Then help yourself.

I was married for 25 years.

I slept next to someone I thought I knew every night for 25 years, and suddenly

it's over.

What am I supposed to do? Just...

Shake myself and just snap, too? Yes, exactly.

Come on. Tom isn't worth it, Maggie. Oh, just knock it off.

Fran's husband knows a lawyer in Tom's firm.

And he says that Tom was well known for dipping into the paralegal's pool.

Maggie, this was not the first time.

You're going to take a sabbatical? Why didn't you tell us?

I just decided yesterday.

Maggie, you are so secretive. No, Maggie, it's just private.

So where are you going?

Up north to an unbelievably beautiful spot called Little Bear Lake.

Little Bear Lake.

I forget there's a restaurant, a dance hall there where I spent one of the

happiest summers of my life.

I was 18, waiting tables.

I want to go back there and find that girl.

You haven't been in touch with anybody up there all this time? No.

There's one person, though, in particular I've always wondered about.

A male person?

Patrick Fleming.

He was... Oh, God, he was my first love.

Handsome and gentle.

No, I was too young.

That doesn't stop me from wanting him. I didn't take a breath that summer

without thinking of Patrick.

That is romantic.

I found his letters.

I haven't a clue what happened to him.

You're not going up there because of this Patrick guy hoping you and he

No. I'm going up there because I want to sort out my life.

And I want to see the old dance hall again.

Patrick and I had this...

Secret place.

It was a dock that he'd built.

And we used to go there and we'd like poetry to one another.

Does that sound hopelessly sappy?

No.

No, it wasn't. It was perfect.

What happened?

I ended it.

I'm worried about your expectations, Mom.

That guy's probably married with ten kids.

I'm not expecting him to be waiting for me on our dock.

I just don't want you to be hurt anymore, okay?

It's enough Dad's living with Bridget, the Santa bastard.

Would you ever call your father a bastard?

I'm okay.

I'm better than okay. I'm excited.

Are you going to be okay?

I love you.

What are you doing here, lady?

Oh, I'm just looking for the owner.

I can't hear what you're saying. My battery's low.

You're breaking the law. You're trespassing. I saw you from my place.

I'm just looking around.

How long has this place been closed?

A few years.

You've got to go.

Mr. Finnegan.

Gil? What? It's so nice to see you again.

Maggie Patterson. I used to work here.

How is Harriet?

Amy, she's always been.

Who are you?

Maggie! Oh, yes, those blue eyes you don't forget.

You're the one who couldn't balance your tray. Well, a few beer bottles did hit

the deck.

What a coincidence.

An old friend of yours just came up here, too. Someone you were very close

Who is that?

Our daughter, Claire.

Oh.

Great.

I thoroughly enjoyed each marriage until the crash landing.

Oof, they're tough.

Very.

But you just have to get back up on the horse.

Yeah.

Oh, I, um, I grabbed this.

Oh, wait.

Out of a box of old memories.

This is going to take you back.

How unafraid we were.

I really believe we could do anything.

Remember how passionate we were?

We were going to stop the bombing, end the war, bring the troops back home. And

we did it.

Oh, how we used to argue for hours over every conceivable topic.

He was good at that.

He was good at everything.

Well, the Bible.

Right. Old friends.

Somehow I always knew.

Even after you didn't come back that summer and we never heard from you,

I just knew I'd see you again.

Well, I wrote to Patrick after I told him why I couldn't come back to the

Harvest Moon.

Didn't he ever talk about me?

Mm -mm.

He wouldn't.

What would my father think?

My mother had just died.

He was in such a panic that if I came back here to Patrick, I would never go

home again.

I devoted all my time to my dad.

He just... He just took me over.

When I wrote to Patrick, I asked him if it wouldn't be better if we broke up,

and he never responded.

Never wrote back.

It's important to me that I straighten things out.

I want to tell him I'm sorry for what I did and for what I didn't do.

But Maggie... He's married with ten kids, I know.

Well, after that summer, he did marry a girl that he met over in Twin Falls.

She was pregnant.

Is he still with her?

Patrick's dead.

Heart attack.

quite a few years ago.

We open the moon. It's more decrepit than we are. Speak for yourself.

Don't put that out. I want to open the moon and fix it up so it gleams the way

it used to and rocks with music and life and fun. And I want to open in eight

weeks on the night of the actual harvest moon. It's the most romantic night of

the year. It won't work. The moon's up for sale.

If we open it again, we'll be right down there working with you.

I'll buy it, then.

I approve.

I approve.

Just borrowing money for a dance hall?

I've never let myself go. I've always wanted to, and I... I've never listened

myself.

This is my chance to move forward.

I hear you, Mom.

I'm sorry about that man, Patrick.

It must have been a bummer.

I'm going to try and put him to rest.

A financial statement.

List all your assets.

Bank accounts, real estate, stocks, cars, boats.

And since you're on sabbatical with only half your income, Mrs. Webber, we do

require a co -signer who, in effect, will guarantee the loan in case of

Do you have any idea who you might get to co -sign for you?

Well, every possibility is there.

Listen to that.

Paul. Oh, right.

If I fill this in now, when am I going to get the loan?

If everything's in order, six to eight weeks.

No, I have to open in eight weeks.

I have to get the word out that the moon is open for the rest of the year.

And we want to open on the night of the actual harvest moon.

Eight weeks.

Well, we have to be sensitive to your calendar, don't we? I mean, being...

The friendly bank.

I'll tell you what.

If you can get a cosigner right away, I will guarantee the loan.

And you can get started on these repairs.

Well, I have some savings back home.

And Harriet says that I can stay upstairs at the moon for a while.

Hi. Hi.

Are you lost?

No.

I know this area. I'm just wandering about.

Excuse me, is this your dog?

No, but...

Actually, my father built it a long time ago.

Who is your father?

Patrick Fleming.

I'm John Fleming.

Hi, I'm Maggie.

Hey, Maggie.

Are you sure I can't help you with anything?

I'm staying up the hill.

Diane told me about the Dan Paul thing. Is this your way of getting back at me?

You really do think everything is about you, don't you? I'm sorry, but you must

be getting in touch with some long -hidden part of your inner psyche, but

way beyond anything reasonable or responsible.

That is a little odd coming from you. What do you know about running a dance

hall?

Look, I'm not asking you for your stamp of approval. I just need you to co -sign

the loan.

There's some money in the house, my share.

Oh. Yeah, but you won't put the house on the market. It's not worth anything if

we don't sell it.

Well, I'm not ready to sell my house.

Our house.

Our house.

This means a lot to me.

I would appreciate your help.

Look, I've got an early meeting. No, no, no, Tom.

I can't wait.

Put the house on the market.

Well, now you're making some sense.

Okay, look.

You send me the facts on this dance hall thing and I'll consider co -signing the

loan after we sell the house. Go to hell.

Just you go to hell.

Listen, everybody.

This is the great woman who's opening the harvest moon again.

Does

that

mean we've got the loan?

I can't take rejection. Never could.

I think it was just a wave.

I called him.

Told him I didn't have a co -thiner.

Wasn't thrilled.

Bummer.

Well... Is

that

John's wife?

On the verge, I hear.

That's here for the goalie, huh?

Nine saves.

Call me Maggie.

Great, Maggie.

Um, so you don't go through the weekend in suspense.

Oh, God, what?

We're going to give you the loan on the harvest moon.

Without a cosigner? Yeah.

Irregular, but we want the moon to reopen.

It's a big deal around here.

You know, it used to be called the treasure of Little Bear Lake.

Thank you.

Thank you. I'm going to try and make it an even greater treasure.

Sure you will. Listen, we're delighted to have you here.

Yeah. Thank you.

I appreciate it. You're welcome.

Maggie? Hi.

You're Maggie Patterson, right? John Fleming.

I hear you're going to reopen the moon.

Yes.

Well, I'm sort of a jack -of -all -trades. You can ask anyone.

And I carve wood, too, although it's kind of hard to make a living out of

around here.

If you're hiring, I'll work very hard for you.

You know, I figure whatever you need, I can get it for you.

I know everybody in town.

I'm not going to let anyone put their hand in your pocket.

I know your father was the architect who restored the moon in the 70s.

I always wonder what he was like when he was younger.

I know he was completely into his work. I guess I get that from him.

Although he could be a little grandiose at times.

Grandiose? Oh, yeah.

John Keith Fleming.

He named me after the poet.

I'd say that's pretty grandiose.

Gives you something to live up to.

Named after a poet.

Try not to be too intimidated, though.

So?

You gonna take a chance on me?

Find me on as your foreman.

I'll give it a try.

See you Monday morning.

Early.

Thank you.

What's going on here? We'd like to offer our services.

And it won't cost you cents.

Advice, chores, and holding.

Oh, we just can't stay away.

Well, this is an offer I can't resist.

Maggie. Thank you.

Maggie. Yeah. Can I speak with you for a minute, please? Madam.

These, um, these records that you asked me to order for the jukebox?

Some enchanted evening, light my fire, you send me.

What about them?

They were Patrick's favorites, weren't they?

Well, why tear yourself up?

Going back to Patrick in the past.

Look at that list. There's current ones.

Maggie, come on.

Part of the reason for me coming up here, this whole journey, was, you know,

just to reconnect with a really happy time.

Come out refreshed and with my head together.

Okay, good. I just hope that all this work...

It's building something for your future, not getting you stuck in the past.

Ladies, I found a great buy on lilies for the front entrance.

My dad had this picture of the place years ago with all these lilies out in

front. It was great.

I almost forgot.

You have to decide whether you want to paint the dance floor or if you want

in field coats.

Go, go.

Check it, Claire.

Eighty dollars for this act. It's ridiculous.

We should be putting posters up on telephone poles.

Well, people don't read telephone poles.

Maybe John can get it cheaper.

You ask him, then.

Speaking of your performance, Maggie, he thinks you're avoiding him, and he

keeps asking me why.

He's uncomfortable.

Well, I don't know what to do. I see him, and I think of Patrick, who I love

much.

My first romance.

There, John is smiling at me, telling me a section of the roof has got dry rot,

and I'm... I'm just shivering inside.

He shakes me up.

Even his hands are like Patrick's.

Same broad palms and long fingers.

You could get lost in them.

Am I supposed to tell him that?

Sounds positively pornographic.

Tell me.

Oh, Maggie.

He is not Patrick.

He's nothing like him.

And it's not nice the way you're treating him.

Maggie, I'd like to show you something.

Do you mind coming with me?

Yep.

You've got people all excited about the opening of the moon.

I want it to be the biggest event of the year.

I think this town needs the harvest moon.

My dad used to always go on about how you could...

Go down there any night of the week and you always run into your friends. And in

those days, everyone danced and nobody cared whether they looked cool or not.

They just let themselves go.

I think you're bringing that back here.

You think people today want the same thing?

Yeah.

Do.

What do you think?

Oh, I'm sick of sun.

That's the way I looked in my dad's photo.

I remember.

It's just the way it was when I drove up in my pale blue Plymouth.

Years ago, for the first time, I was so nervous. I wanted to become part of the

whole thing here.

Now, I did.

I'm breaking about.

30 beer bottles. I wasn't much of a waitress.

I'm amazed Harry didn't fire me.

Look, look.

Monarch.

I could probably hibernate soon.

No, actually, monarchs are the only...

A butterfly that migrates thousands of miles south in the winter.

All with these delicate wings.

Oh, thousands of miles.

God, how can anything be so determined and so fragile?

Like you.

Doing all of this.

Maggie, there's been an accident.

Oh, my God, what happened?

Fell off the roof.

Oh, bring him in. I'll call the doctor. You're putting the tarp up.

The doctor wants you observed for at least three hours.

So you don't fall asleep or lose consciousness.

I should go home now.

No, you should be lying quietly.

I feel fine.

You should stay at least one more hour, John.

Claire tells me you're a teacher.

What do you teach?

English literature.

Literature. I like that word.

You know, it's just got to be good for you.

I wasn't very good in school.

I guess I was more interested in working with my hands.

I always liked books, though. It was school that put me off.

Didn't your father encourage you to read?

The Keats fan?

Oh, yeah.

He said that I would come to it eventually, in my own time, in my own

And he was right, of course.

I find myself reading more and more.

What are some of your favorite books?

Maybe Crime and Punishment or Steppenwolf.

It's funny. So many guys love that book.

Is that sarcasm? No.

No, they're both fine books, really.

Recently, I read Wuthering Heights.

Unbelievably romantic.

The characters long to be together for years.

But when she finally gets her man, she dies.

In a sense, she loves the wrong man.

How can you love the wrong man?

I mean, love is such a gift.

I think it's enough just to love.

Don't you?

No, I don't really have a philosophy.

It's not about love, anyway.

I have sort of been having a fantasy of an exercise to get me through a

difficult phase.

I call it the cult of Aphrodite.

All the women can have five lovers.

All the men must be monogamous, or they turn into eunuchs.

Well, there must be some phase.

Yeah, there is some phase.

Facing that you're a supporting player in other people's lives and not truly

important.

I didn't mean thank you for drawing my boots off.

I have to go get them. Here you are.

Oh, sweet.

Thanks so much for taking care of him.

Amy, I told you I was okay.

I'd have driven myself.

Honey, you fell off a roof.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Thanks for the first aid.

Don't worry, we'll open the moon on time.

Promise. Good night.

They say the moon's foundation is slipping.

We're going to have to reinforce it with concrete and steel.

Well, then we'll do it. We have three weeks.

It's been caught a lot.

That billing has been standing a hundred years.

We can refinance our place, can't we, Gil?

Get some money for this.

Mom, the little equity you have in your house, it's everything you've got.

Now, I have some money coming for my later divorce, but not for a couple of

months. Well, I could sell my house back home, but it's not going to help us

now. You could open later.

I was hoping I was going to be able to raise part of the money, and you'd give

me a loan for the rent.

I've reached the bottom of my piggy bank.

When you reach the bottom, you wonder what's going to happen.

You wonder stuff like, am I going to have a roof over my head? Am I going to

starve? Am I going to die?

You don't have to. No, I know, I know, I know. I'm not going to die.

When you reach the bottom, you feel dead because your dreams are dying.

I'm not going to let that happen.

I am not going to pull out.

I'm going to open the moon, even if people have to come.

and dance on the grass at the water's edge, I am going to open the Harvest

Maggie, we believe in this project.

We're going to give you the extra $30 ,000 you need.

No, no, it's $50 ,000. $30 ,000.

$50 ,000? $30 ,000, Maggie.

John Fleming came in with the new figures. He promised us he could do the

first class for $30 ,000.

Now we trust John.

You really are the friendly bank.

Okay, what's the matter?

Oh, that was a good sigh.

You know you can sigh when you're happy. You can even cry when you're happy.

I always thought that was amazing.

Come on, let's celebrate.

No, we've got too much work to do for the next three days.

We must celebrate you, Maggie Patterson, former teen waitress, and this amazing

accomplishment.

It is, isn't it? Yes.

I'm going to send a copy of this deed to my ex. All right. To anger, revenge,

spite. No.

What? To love.

That other stuff's good for a while, but it buries you. It makes you ugly.

All right. To love.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Got to know how to pony.

Like bony maroney.

Manicurator.

Do the alligator.

Put your hands on your hips.

Let your backbone flip.

Do the wahoo thing.

With my little loose thing.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

Come on, y 'all.

Do you have any idea how much I appreciate you guys?

I wish we had some more songs about the moon.

Major love prop.

John,

what is your favorite love song?

Depends on my mood.

Oh.

I have to go pick up Mom at bingo.

Half an hour ago.

So long.

I can't believe.

Yeah.

Got a quarter.

What would you like to hear?

Um, it's getting late, John.

I'm going to go upstairs, I think.

Pick us up.

Please.

Would

you

like to dance?

We can't do this.

It's wrong.

The work's almost done. We should stay away from each other.

Just go.

I want you to go.

Yeah? Hey.

The plumbers are waiting for John. Where is he?

And where the devil is my coffee? You promised to make thick cups.

Yeah, I didn't make thick cups. I just drank it all.

I haven't slept a wink all night.

And what is this? Some new religion?

It's Patrick's letters.

What happened?

Something happened last night.

I could have.

I could have.

But I asked him to leave.

Now, don't tell me what a jerk I am.

Scared, repressed Maggie.

Do you have any idea what it feels like to wake up and find yourself captivated?

No, no.

Turned on by your ex -lover's son.

That's pretty disgusting, isn't it?

No.

Trifle out of the ordinary, yeah, but normal for a ripe, red -blooded

Ripe?

Is that all it is? Hey, hey, don't knock it.

John reminds me of Patrick.

And transferring those feelings to John is wrong.

I've got to put out this torch.

Right. Which torch?

The one for Patrick or the one for John?

I don't know.

God.

It's just genetics.

I see Joan, and I have these feelings for him, and then I dream of Patrick.

What am I going to do? Tell me what to do. I can't tell you what to do.

Claire, I'm asking you for advice.

Three ex -husbands? I'm advised out.

And nobody listens to me anyway.

Ah, what the hell.

I think you should take a look at what's really going on with you. Maybe give

yourself permission to have a little fun instead of torturing yourself about

whether it's... Patrick or it's John.

What do you mean by that?

Your husband of 25 years dumped you. Now, you have got to mourn that

relationship. From what you've told me about your ex, John is completely

different. For starters, he's totally into you. And he's outgoing

and down -to -earth, connected.

And he seems to be running away from sexy young things instead of after them.

Don't you see that?

I see that my job now is to open this wonderful dance hall

and make it the finest harvest moon dance ever.

All right. The plumber's awake.

Hello?

Hey, Mom, it's me.

Hon! Hi. How are you?

I'm good, but I'm probably not going to be able to make it up there for the

opening. I've got this humongous biology paper, and you know how I put

everything off until the last minute.

And it is the last minute.

I'm sorry.

Really.

And, um, Mom?

What is it, hon?

She's pregnant.

Can you believe, Dad?

Who's pregnant?

Bridget.

Dad has no conscience.

How embarrassing.

It's got nothing to do with you.

And what about you?

Oh, don't feel bad for me. I'm... I'm chilling, as you would say.

Sorry you won't be here.

But I completely understand.

If you need me, I will come.

Oh, I'll save you a doctor.

Okay. Take care of yourself, Mom.

Bye, babe.

Bye.

Every newspaper from miles around.

Listen to this.

The dance hall is like the moon itself.

Lighting up the entire area.

Nice picture of you.

I never got my picture in the paper.

Your picture looks like a moon shot.

Maggie.

Maggie, look at this.

These bows, they are not making it.

Did we look this goofy?

Probably.

Maybe.

No, I said lose the bows.

Okay, that's it, girl. No bows, and what about their hair?

Up, I said, up.

Hey, where's John?

That tall grass in the front has got to be cut.

Oh, it will be, Pop.

John is sending some friends over to do it.

I spoke to him this morning, stopped by his place, and he's not feeling well.

You don't look so good yourself.

Thanks.

From people's excitement around here, tomorrow night's opening is like the

nearest thing, say, to winning the soccer championship.

Well, I hope the moon lives up to people's memory of it and more.

We're going to have a live band and the magic jukebox.

Send them my deposit for design school today.

I thought that might get your attention.

John, we need to make some decisions here.

Sounds like you made yours.

Well, today's the deadline for the applications, you know.

I'm not moving to Chicago.

I think you know that.

Amy, I don't want to leave the lake.

I don't want to leave my friends.

We have five years invested in us, John.

Five years.

Okay, fine.

Let's live together here, then.

Can we do that? I mean, can we make it more than just weekends and sometimes on

Wednesdays after a movie? I mean, let's close the gap here. Let's make some sort

of commitment to each other.

I like things the way they are.

You do? Yeah.

Okay.

If I were the sun way up there, I'd grow love most everywhere.

I'd be the moon when the sun goes down, just to let you know that I'm

still around.

That's how strong my love is.

That's how strong my love is.

That's how strong my love is.

Oh, that's how strong my love is.

I'll be the weeping willow drowning in my tears.

And you could go swimming when you were here.

I'll be the rainbow after the tears are gone.

Wrap you in my arms and keep you warm.

Because that's how strong my love is.

That's how strong my love is.

That's how strong my love is.

That's how strong my love is.

I'll be the ocean deep and wide and catch all your tears whenever you

cry.

Do you think this is going to be enough? Pray people eat dinner before they

come.

Got his answering machine for the third time. I even went by his place this

morning. He wasn't there.

Well, he's going to return your port. We're opening tonight.

He'll insist the fire screen be ready.

My parents are so jazzed about the Harvest Moon opening.

Well, so am I.

Listen, Maggie, as soon as my money comes through from my most recent

want to invest.

Yes? I'll bartend and...

Dr. Jukebox, but also Carrie Wood and just generally work like a fiend.

I would love to be your partner.

Now, this is not advice, just a statement.

John is crazy about you.

Now, unlike myself, you have this appealing guy in your future.

I don't think I want to hear this advice. Well, I'm going to give it

Listen, my Aunt Myrtle used to say, when tarts are passing, take tarts.

Tarts? Is that a metaphor for John?

Your torch.

It's for John, isn't it?

Look, babe, you have returned to the land of the living.

Don't let him pass you by.

Do you realize I have all my money, my future, and my dreams tied up in the

harvest moon?

And John Keith Fleming, my foreman, is not around, doesn't care. Then who needs

that?

If he even tries to get through that door tonight, I'm going to tell him to

the hell around and keep marching.

Screw your Aunt Michael.

Pete, I gotta go. I gotta get up to Longville, get Billy's folks, and get

back here for the dance.

You're going tonight, right?

No, I don't think so.

You worked all these weeks at the moon fixing it up, and you're not going.

No, not going.

That Miss Patterson opening the moon?

Lily thinks she's pretty.

You think she's sexy?

I've had fantasies about her.

Oh, man.

Blue eyes.

Built, too. I imagine she asked me to stay late.

Fixing drinks.

She plays a little music.

Enough! All right?

Okay.

Yes? Hi, it's me, Tom.

What is it?

Listen, I got an offer on the house. A great one. I negotiated them up.

I'm busy now, Tom.

Look, just give me the word and I'll send you the papers.

I'm not selling the house.

Maggie, this is a great offer. Come on, you're going to be staying up there.

I haven't told the university yet.

Anyway, I want Diane to have the house.

Maggie, please, look, I need this money. Please, don't do this to me.

How's your project?

It opens tonight.

I'm really proud of it.

That's great.

Sorry, really.

Are we ready to dance?

Think anybody will come?

Oh, bite your tongue.

The moon lives.

Excuse me, Maggie.

May I reserve your first few minutes?

Yes, when I've greeted everyone.

Okay. I'll see you later.

His wife ran off with the Buick salesmen years ago.

Paul is still looking.

You must be very particular.

Well, you should be, too.

Paul Stanton is much better for you than some young buck.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three.

Got to know how to own it.

Like Boney Maroney.

Man's potato.

Do the alligator.

Put your hands on your hips.

Have you seen him?

What time is it?

10 .45.

Maggie, I've been waiting for my dance.

around. That's how strong my love is.

That's how strong my love is.

That's how strong my love is.

Oh, that's how strong my love is.

I'll be the weeping willow grounded in my tears.

And you could go swimming when you were here.

Wrap you in my arms and keep you warm.

That's how strong my love is.

That's how strong my love is.

Let's give a round of applause to our terrific band.

I

want

to thank you for welcoming me so warmly.

And I welcome you into my life and I hope...

that we'll be dancing for years to come at the Harvest Moon.

Well,

the dance contest is coming up, folks. Ten minutes.

Would you like to dance?

Maggie Patterson, waitress to owner, you're the top.

That's five starches talking.

Good night, dear.

Night, you too.

Maggie, are you ready for this?

Paul sat talking to me most of the night.

He wants to take me to breakfast.

That's great.

And I thought my chances had all dried up. See, you never know.

Your eyes.

They're actually bluer than the sky behind you.

Don't be romantic now.

I want to be with you.

Like this.

Forever. Except too romantic.

Way too romantic.

These last few days, I've stayed away from you to protect you.

I had to find out what it was between us. If it was just

sexual. Chemistry.

But being away from you made me crazy.

I couldn't think of anything but you.

You took me over.

It was a full -scale invasion.

I call that...

What, am I being an anomaly to you?

Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm, very good.

Really... Really tasty.

Mmm, kind of unique.

Unique.

Spicy.

You know what?

I really want to show you my house.

My father designed it. It was his best work.

All wood and stone.

Terribly masculine.

Just natural wood and carving.

How did you know that?

Oh, just from when your father renovated the moon.

He would have liked what you're doing.

What we are doing.

John, I haven't been straight with you.

I told you I knew your father.

When I came here that summer, I watched him build that dock.

I was very much in love with him.

And he was in love with me.

You had an affair with my father?

No. It was a very innocent love.

You should have told me.

Well, I was just looking for the truth.

Truth?

And what is the truth?

I didn't know what you were to me.

You let me know when you find out.

No, I already know.

I don't see any future in this.

With the part.

And our differences.

Don't you see?

I don't care about the past or the differences.

Maggie, I'm not going to let something that happened 30 years ago take you away

from me.

Not when I feel this way.

When I know you feel this way.

I don't know how I feel.

Yes, you do.

Maggie! And John!

Well, we're a colossal hit. The entire town is talking about last night.

What's for breakfast?

Tart?

Lovely.

Fascinating.

Hilarious. The harvest moon and ducks and...

Plunk's

help.

Beautiful furniture.

Patrick had wonderful taste.

I made these.

John. You know, they actually won some awards in Chicago.

I was approached by some decorators, but I decided there was no way I could work

on commission.

Listening to people's complaints all the time, trying to meet deadlines.

Well, I don't blame you.

I'm like my dad that way.

He liked who he was in this town.

He felt like he was part of something.

I guess I'm the same way.

I've never felt stuck in this town.

Amy didn't get it.

She didn't get me.

What is this?

That's me.

At ten.

You know... Pretty cute.

You're gonna get to meet my mom tomorrow.

She's coming to the game.

Claire? Yes, Chili.

Would you like to share a blanket?

No, I'm okay.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm okay.

You don't look okay.

Really, I am. Truly.

Oh, you're spoiling me.

Don't stop.

A buzz going around that you and John were getting chummy at the flower shop.

Eighth deadly sin, buying flowers.

Oh, babe, no, flowers are cool. Just be smart.

I'm in love.

I'm truly in love.

Oh, honey.

No, you don't have to worry about me. He loves me.

I'm Julia Fleming.

John thought that the three of us might get together, but I thought it would be

more honest if we spoke alone.

Sounds like storm clouds to me, which I honestly don't want. I hope we get

along. Good.

But that isn't the most important thing.

No, I'd say John is.

I do love your son.

And you loved my husband, too.

Patrick used to talk about you a lot at the beginning with Maggie Patterson.

And then one day he stopped talking about you and I stopped being so

You were just a first love and he forgot about you.

Just as John will.

If you love my son, you will end this, please.

I desperately want to get along with you.

I know that would please John.

Would you approve of this if you were John's mother?

I'm not his mother.

You could be.

What about children? Are you going to deny him that? Are you that selfish?

I want John to have whatever he wants.

He's a man.

He's not a little boy.

He's capable of making up his own mind.

Are you so angry because Patrick didn't return your letter?

Why don't you admit that you had to have a piece of Patrick because you couldn't

have him before?

He forgot about you.

And turn to me.

And you are using John.

And that is cruel.

Even if Patrick hadn't existed.

I'd feel the same way about John.

I want to give him something.

If you really love John, then you will leave him alone.

What kind of a future will he have with you?

You should be celebrating with me.

Perceptive part of me is guessing you're not out here pondering my game -winning

goal.

I have some things to say to you.

My mother was way out of line.

We had it out. She went home.

What we had isn't right.

All of this because of what my mother said?

Don't you understand? I don't care what she thinks. What anybody thinks.

John, there's someone else.

Your father.

I came back here to find him again.

And he was dead.

And there you were.

And I took you.

Like a wonderful conception.

What are you talking about?

I substituted you.

That's what it was.

It's mistaken identity.

I don't believe that.

Well, that is what it is.

You deserve more.

Goodbye, Mac.

Hi. I don't have any pictures of you. No, no pictures. Down.

I have burned every single one after 40.

Bitch! Why do I even want to be your partner?

You're going to have to sign these papers before you leave.

Oh, I finally get my old friend back.

And you, you change your mind and take off.

Why are you running away again?

The whole summer of it, you pound me, analyze me, tell me what's best for me.

You don't know what's best for me. Nobody does.

First, Patrick.

And now you're running away from John.

Enough! John, it's a gift.

Don't throw it away.

It's none of your business.

take care of this place i'm a silent partner but i can complain

at the soccer game when you told me about you and john i

was scared for you maggie because i thought you'd get hurt that it was just

sexual thing for him but today i stopped by his place and the way he talks about

you he does love you i know what are you afraid of

I'm afraid he'll never know where he stands.

As much as you love him?

Come on.

Look, no one has a crystal ball.

Take the risk.

It's worth it.

I'm doing what's best for him.

And best for me.

I, um... He gave me this for you.

Patrick, where are you?

You've come to say goodbye.

Couldn't do it before.

Maggie, I found this in my father's belongings. He never mailed it.

Dear Maggie, I was saddened by your letter, what you've been going through,

loss of your mother, your father's illness, that you wouldn't be back to

moon this summer.

When I called to talk to you, your father told me that the real reason you

weren't coming back was because you had met another guy.

You couldn't tell me?

He asked me not to write to you.

All right, dear Maggie, I wish you joy and what else.

And whatever happens to you or me, remember,

you've got to live life fully

and unafraid.

Like we pledge to each other.

Can I join you?

I just want to be with you.