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Where Shadows Dance (2011)

He was met at the entrance by his housekeeper, a squarefaced, foul-tempered matron named Mrs. Federico. “I’m a housekeeper, I am,” she squawked, flapping her stained apron at him. “A housekeeper! Not some bleedin’ sexton.” “And a wonderful housekeeper you are, too, Mrs. Federico,” lied Gibson, tu...