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Archie mimics Duncan alarmingly well. Good grief.

Duncan is actually quite attractive when not running about like a big kid, and he does great things for his kilt.

Land developers--bleh! They call it progress to cover beautiful land with pavement and houses. Real progress would be to leave the land alone!

Golly's daughter is a damn fool and needs to grow up. He would be a great dad. I wish I had been so lucky! I also love his house.

It's heartbreaking seeing the girls walking the streets trapped and throwing their lives away. What a waste.

Poor Stella. She's a lonely woman who uses her career as a shield to keep people at arm's length.

Go ahead and scream, Archie. It's good for the soul.

I always winced when the Americans show up. And I am American.

Forget Katrina, Archie. She's always glass half empty. Go with Lexie! She's fun, something you need more of.

Good man, Duncan!

Justine is signing her own death warrant.

I suspect a number of people who call in GHI hope to profit from any paranormal evidence found especially in the current lousy economy. Not commendable, but understandable. The chateau family may not be frightened of their spirits but instead view them with intelligent curiosity. Not everyone run...

Poor Archie. I'm amazed he can still walk what with the weight that continually piles onto his shoulders.

Amazing scenery...country I could happily get lost in.

Desmond committed suicide? Hmmm....I would trust him with my money sooner than his snakey partner.

Yay! Finally!

Thanks for this, It's helping.

Poor Lydia. She's horrible, but still it is sad. Why would adults dress up as babies for a party? Eeuu.

Now I really, really want to wring Bea's father's neck!

Photoshopping in the Dark Ages.

Daphne looks like a junkie.

Their gorgeous house is up for sale! Pity. I realize this is fictional, but I wish I could get my hands on their father and wring his selfish neck.

Evie's trousers and blouse look terrific, Arthur, and should be worn outside the house if only to stick it in the eye of stuffed morons like you.

Go, Maddox! Standing tall for women!

God bless you for uploading this movie! I looked everywhere for it. It was worth the wait.

Someone hit the lying archdeacon with that damn bell!

Good man, James! I hope it doesn't come back to bite you in the ass.

Thanks for uploading! You and Victor have brightened my day!

Poor James. I never cared for him, but I can't help feeling sorry for him.

Georgina now knows who her friends aren't.

I will never understand why some people think dead animals are a desirable wall ornament.

Frederick wanted to be butler, didn't get it, so he's settled for being a male escort. Well...okay.

A sad ending.

I wonder if the homeowner ever checked for carbon monoxide poisoning. All the symptoms, including hallucinating, fit carbon monoxide poisoning.

Well done, Hudson. You just broke Mrs. Bridges' heart! Sniffing after that child of a woman...! Good lord!

"Americans are always rich." News to me and my sad bank account!

Bunny is so impossibly sweet and nice. James never deserved him as a friend.

If only Daisy would walk in. She would tear the redhead apart. Maybe Edward too.

She is going to have the dog put down because she thinks it's a distraction? Kill her, Rose! Get her!

"I do suppose them black people eat the same as normal people." I am speechless.

Goodbye, Grant. I hope you return soon, but may you and your family be happy and may peace and laughter fill your lives.

RIP Hazel. James didn't deserve you.

I understand Richard and Hazel wanting to take James home, but there is no escaping the fact bringing a private ambulance and nurse to whisk him away when so many men can't go home is...tasteless? Tacky? Disgraceful? What word am I looking for?

Most of the spiritualists, or mediums, during this time period were frauds that cleaned up by preying on the many grief-stricken people. "Billy" the spirit in this episode is an example of their phony tricks. Authentic mediums do exist. Authentic mediums don't ask for money. At least I don't.