The Legend of Lucy Keyes Page #3
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and the Keyes family
There's a history that was published
at about the turn of the century
that goes into great detail
about Lucy.
Lucy?
Lucy Keyes and her disappearance,
of course.
What are you doing?
Listening to the wind,
the wind in the trees.
-It's peaceful.
-Yeah.
250 years ago a little girl,
Lucy Keyes
went blueberry picking
with her sister.
I'll race you to the stone wall,
Lucy.
They wandered into
these very woods.
A little while later,
Lucy's sister returned without her.
Where's your sister?
Where's Lucy?
I don't know. We were racing back.
I thought she returned ahead of me.
Well, she didn't.
She's supposed to be with you.
You're supposed to look after her.
You're the older one.
You were supposed
to be responsible for her.
Lucy!
Lucy!
Lucy!
Lucy!
Lucy!
And Lucy was never seen
or heard from again.
So what happened to Lucy?
People say she was abducted
by Indians,
but it was never proven.
It's always the Indians.
Well, there was never
a better explanation,
so that's what people believed.
They say Martha Keyes
actually stalked
and killed Indians
she found roaming on their land
to get revenge
for Lucy's disappearance.
Even now, when the wind blows
on the mountain,
some people say they can hear
Martha calling for her lost child.
It's just the wind, I'm sure.
I don't know,
some people have heard her.
Lucy...
Lucy says she's heard her.
Or it could just be Gretchen Caswell
creeping around in the woods.
I don't know.
I've never seen
so many trees in my entire life.
What are we doing here?
When are you going to clean up
the goddamn stench?!
Dodd!
People from all the neighboring
towns gathered
and traversed the woods
day after day, week after week,
searching for Lucy.
Lucy!
But no sign of her was found.
Martha continued searching
for the rest of her life
and was brought
to the edge of insanity
over the loss of her little girl.
Lucy!
Night and day she would comb
the mountain side calling for Lucy.
The echo from the edge of
the forests was the only reply.
Legend has it that her soul
will not rest
until she finds her lost child.
Who's my little girl?
-I am.
-Yes, you are.
-Sweet dreams only. Okay?
-I'll try.
Alright, good.
Daddy!
Where's Mommy?
She's coming back later.
Where'd you get this?
Nowhere.
You miss your little sister,
don't you?
You can't go into that box anymore
because this doesn't belong to you.
I know.
And we can't tell mommy
about this either. Okay?
Okay.
-This'll be our little secret.
-Okay.
Alright, good.
-I love you.
-I love you too, daddy.
-Good night, daddy.
-Good night. Sleep tight.
Okay.
Where have you been?
I'm on a deadline and I can't really
afford to be baby-sitting all night.
I've been at the library.
Missing girl again?
How are the girls?
They're sleeping.
Did you talk to the neighbor
about the smell?
Yes, I did.
Total a**hole.
Clam bellies.
Clam bellies?
He feeds them to his pigs.
I spoke to Samantha
about Dodd and the smell.
She's going to make some calls.
Robert Keyes fought
with his neighbor too.
Over pig feed?
Over property lines.
Lucy!
Lucy!
Oh, my God! Anna!
Help me!
What is it?
I had a dream.
What are you doing?
-I am going to check on the girls.
-Honey, they're fine.
I want to.
Lucy!
I'm starved. When's dinner?
It's almost ready.
Where is your sister?
Outside in the barn.
I couldn't stand the smell.
Lucy, dinner!
Lucy!
No. No!
Lucy!
Oh, God!
Lucy, what happened?
?My arm hurts!
Let mommy see.
I told you
the hay loft wasn't safe.
My doll!
Are you okay?
Hey, you're doing great.
Look at you.
God! Look at that!
You're going to go
for a ride to the hospital.
-Daddy!
-I love you.
I'm going to see you
in one second.
I'm going to see you in one second,
honey. One second.
Come on, let's go.
Your project may not pass.
It has to pass.
Fine, from what I'm hearing,
it's not going to be a sure thing.
Why don't you let me worry
about this? Go and talk to Dodd.
Why?
He's giving Cooley some trouble
with his pig feed or something.
-Why don't you talk to him?
-You're the law, Bill,
he'll listen to you.
Fine. Fine.
Mom, it stinks!
-Yeah, can't you fix that?
-Daddy's working on it, supposedly.
Guy, what is this all about?
What?
This is a purchase and sale agreement
between Samantha Porter
and the town
for the windmill property.
Wait, so Samantha owns the land?
I don't understand.
-Did she sell the land to the town?
-For 1.8 million dollars.
Who is this woman
you're working with?
What is she up to?
Where did you get that?
The deal's contingent on the windmill
project being approved.
And guess who shares
in the profits?
-Who?
-Dodd!
Dodd?
-Let me see that.
-I gave up everything for this?
Jeanne!
Jeanne!
I guess the smell hasn't gotten
any better from next door.
No, it hasn't.
How is your daughter?
I heard she took quite a spill.
Yeah, she broke her wrist.
She's fine.
My!
This mural looks original.
Have a seat.
Thank you.
My husband is going to pay Jonas
a visit tomorrow.
With the health inspector.
Why haven't you ever mentioned
that the land being purchased
by the town belongs to you?
This project is too important,
Guy.
I didn't want you to think there was
some conflict of interest.
There is!
This is no secret to anyone in town.
It never has been.
The guy who's been making our lives
miserable is your business partner!
Jonas is not my business partner.
Jonas is my cousin.
Our family owned the land.
Jonas is mentally disabled
and I'm the only one left
to look after him.
I have been doing everything
I possibly can for you, Guy.
Have you?
Because this isn't the way
I wanted to do things.
I'm so close to walking
on this project.
When we finally have the support
to move this project forward?
I am thinking of the big picture.
Changing the way people
think about energy.
but it's a valuable step.
And you know it is.
Don't disappoint me, Guy.
Come here, dear.
Robert Keyes had a hand
in building this church,
dates back to the early 1760s.
Everything changed
when you moved to town.
Why did you send me
that agreement?
I wanted you to know
who you are dealing with.
Desecrating those woods,
destroys every hope of Martha
ever finding her daughter.
Surely you understand
the pain of that loss.
Yeah.
-What happened to Lucy?
-No one knows.
What do you think happened to her?
I wouldn't let any kid
go into those woods.
No one ever found
Lucy Keyes again.
No.
When the hell
did I get so popular?
Hello to you too, Jonas.
This is Bob Greenwood
from the board of health.
Good afternoon, Mr. Dodd.
We've received complaints about
the smell coming from your property.
It's a farm!
Goddamn city folks, isn't it?
I'm allowed to feed my pigs.
Absolutely. I don't want
to prevent you from doing that.
We are just here to formally request
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