The Legend of Lucy Keyes Page #2

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Gretchen Caswell. Do you have time

to join me or are you in a hurry?

Yeah... No.

So, you talked about...

At the town meeting you talked

about historic place and Martha?

Are you a church going woman?

No, I'm not, I'm afraid I'm not.

Not anymore.

Do you believe in the afterlife?

I don't know, I guess.

Tell me, dear,

what is your greatest fear?

Losing a child?

What are you saying?

Your little girl?

You'd never get over that.

-I better go.

-Please,

you misunderstand me.

Sit down, please.

Just one second.

Hold on.

Is this ever going to work?

Just a minute.

So Gretchen Caswell

is not just local color.

What do you mean?

I think she threatened me

and the kids.

What are you talking about?

I don't know.

Did we do something to offend her?

Why? What did she say?

She was asking all these questions

about me

and the kids and fears and...

I don't know.

She was asking questions?

Do you want me to call the police?

I don't know.

Maybe I imagined it.

I'll talk to her about it.

- Voil.

-Oh, you're a genius.

See ya.

Hey! Hey, slow down.

Gotta find the stone marker.

Dad, I found it.

Let's see...

This is it.

Daddy, what are you doing?

I'm marking the boundaries

of our territory, honey.

The animals mark the boundaries

of their territory with their scent.

That's gross.

Come in.

-See that way up there?

-Yeah.

That's where daddy's going

to build his windmills.

-Cool.

-Yeah, it is cool.

Come on, let's go.

Lucy, come on!

-What's that?

-Nothing.

What are you doing?

Molly, Lucy, c'mon down.

Coming.

-Did Lucy see it too?

-No, I don't think so.

-Why? Did she say anything to you?

-What was it doing there anyway?

-What are we having?

-Pork chops.

What have you been doing

all alone up there, sweetheart?

-Playing with my friend.

-What friend?

-This isn't Pork Chops.

-No it isn't, Daddy's a funny guy.

-Shut-up, Lucy.

-We do not say shut-up in this house.

Lucy!

Mom, did you know that animals

mark their territory with their pee?

They do? Who told you that?

-It's natural.

-No, it's not.

Your father is crazy.

Yes, completely crazy.

And Lucy is too.

-Molly!

-Hey, knock it off with the French.

It's fun!

I don't understand any one of you.

Stop speaking French!

-I'll not listen to you anymore.

-How's the food?

Molly!

Hello?

Who's there?

Hello?

She's back.

Don't you hear her?

She's out there.

Wake up! Wake up!

I've heard something.

-What did you hear?

-A voice. Something in the woods.

-What voice?

-I don't know. I went to check.

The door was slamming

in the barn

and it was like...

like a woman's voice.

I think it was Gretchen Caswell.

What?

It's so late, honey.

Go back to bed.

-She scared the sh*t out of me.

-I'm sure she did.

Oh, God!

Oh, my God!

Nice to see some new faces.

-I'm Gretchen Caswell.

-I'm Guy Cooley.

I hope I didn't upset your wife

at the coffee shop the other day.

Well, you did as a matter of fact.

I'm sorry,

but I was trying to make a point.

Samantha Porter doesn't take

this situation seriously,

but she should and so should you.

This land should be left alone.

What a beautiful child!

-Lucy...

-Thank you.

Come on, Molly.

Lucy!

Come on!

-How's it going?

-Fine.

Mommy!

What stinks?

I'm not really sure, honey.

Bet it's Lucy.

Hey, knock it off.

Mommy, we saw a funny lady

at church today.

-Really?

-She had white hair.

-Was it Caswell?

-Yes.

She's harmless.

She just against the project.

Wanna come to church next time?

You haven't been

since Anna's funeral.

No, I'm not really ready... yet.

It's just a community thing.

It would look better if you came.

Don't push me, Guy.

I'm going to get out of these

clothes. You want to help me?

Of course not.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

-Hi.

-What are you doing here?

I'm Guy Cooley,

I'm your new neighbor.

Yeah, I know who you are.

Oh, well...

I'm trying to figure out

what that smell is.

Clam bellies.

Clam bellies?

I was wondering if you might maybe

move it inside... inside your barn.

Maybe put some lids on it

so it's not so strong.

I'm just trying to be civil here.

The stuff smells like sh*t.

I'm trying to be neighborly.

Well, maybe I don't feel

like being neighborly.

Now from where I see it

you're trespassing.

Well, alright.

Jesus F***ing Christ!

Lucy.

I heard you call me, mommy.

I must have called you

in my sleep.

Let's go back to bed. Come on.

Dad, let's go. We don't want

to be late for the bus.

Have you heard the stories of all the

wives that went on back in the 70's?

-You're kidding me!

-No.

This was a very colorful town.

-Evidently.

-Key parties and everything.

-Anyone you know?

-I could tell you stories, yeah.

I remember my grandmother

talking about this mural.

-She was furious when it was covered.

-This one?

Yeah.

She used to live in this house.

My maiden name is Keyes.

My family's lived on this land

for over 250 years.

Who are the Farnums?

Next door. Dodd's a Farnum.

They've been there for generations.

Just like our family.

Really?

No wife swapping between the Keyes

and the Farnums, I'll tell you that.

Have you ever heard

of anything in the woods?

What do you mean?

I don't know. Like voices?

Voices in the woods?

I thought I heard

something last night.

It must have been the wind.

There was a lot of wind

last night.

Hi.

Hey.

Why am I hearing a lot more

opposition to these windmills

than you initially lead me

to believe there'd be?

At the end of the day, Guy, people

know it's the right thing to do.

You know, I don't mean

to sound paranoid, but

this town doesn't seem

too excited about the project.

This is just the process, Guy.

-Process?

-Leave the PR to me.

Do you know that someone left

a pig head on my property?

Gretchen has been wandering around

in my woods scaring my wife.

Everybody who knows Caswell

thinks she's certifiable.

Once the town votes in favor

of the project, which it will,

things will settle down.

You know, my family

has to live in this town too.

Of course you do.

So do I.

Come on.

Dodd just had a whole bunch

of clam bellies delivered.

He's feeding them to everything

that walks. It smells awful.

How unpleasant.

-I'll get into this Guy.

-Yeah.

I've spoken to him about it, but

it's like talking to a brick wall.

Let me make a few calls.

I'd appreciate it.

-Good to see you.

-Good seeing you.

Jonas!

Good morning, Samantha.

-What do you want?

-What is that smell?

Clam bellies.

-Why clam bellies?

-They're cheap.

Well they smell awful.

Doesn't bother me.

Well, it bothers your neighbor.

A lot.

They're very effective.

Oh, Jonas!

This doesn't have anything

to do with your ghosts, does it?

It does, doesn't it?

What if it does?

Are you trying

to look like a fool?

You don't understand.

I need Cooley.

I gotta feed my pigs.

Jonas,

get rid of the clam bellies.

I gotta feed my pigs.

-May I help you?

-Yes.

I'm interested in learning

about our farm on Westminster Road

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