05x12 - Lost Lives Club

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Mary?

Joe!

Thank God!

Mary, what were you thinking?

That the public should be made aware

that that r*pist is

wandering free in St. John's!

Blake Harrison has not

been convicted of any crime.

He's guilty, Joe!

I know it!

You were harassing his patients.

No, I was warning potential victims!

- You vandalized his clinic!

- His clinic?

He calls himself a physiotherapist.

- He's more like physio abuser!

- Stop.

- How do you know that?

- Because I believe his accusers!

I sympathize with you, Mary. I do.

But belief is not proof!

What are you hoping to achieve here?

I want him to suffer the same

way he made those women suffer!

Mary, I know this last

year has been hell.

- But the death of your daughter

- My daughter didn't just die, Joe!

She was m*rder*d!

And women are being abused

and beaten and k*lled

by men who go unpunished!

And something has to be done!

I'm worried about you.

I appreciate that Joe but I am fine.

You know, Mary,

grief is a journey.

And I know you're slowly

navigating your way through it.

But you've got to

believe me when I tell you

that throwing your life away

in order to ruin someone else's,

is not going to fix what

happened to your daughter.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

Harassing Blake Harrison

isn't going to change anything.

So do you promise to stop?

Yeah.

Good.

Good.

Let's get you out of here.

Okay?

Come on.

Mr. Harrison?

Mr. Harrison?

Mr. Harrison?

Oh God!

We really have to

stop meeting like this.

Blake Harrison is dead.

Guess I won't be

harassing him anymore now!

This isn't a joke, Mary.

I'm not going to pretend the

world isn't a better place

without him in it.

Are you saying that

you're glad that he's dead?

I'm not sorry.

But I didn't k*ll Blake Harrison.

I'm going to need you to account

for your whereabouts last night

after you were released from here.

Hmm.

You'll have to talk to my lawyer.

I'm not saying another word.

The victim is Blake Harrison.

The guy who does the

rounds on morning TV?

The very same. Called

himself The Physio Dude.

Right. What was his story again?

He started working with elite athletes.

Then pivoted.

Into doing pro bono work

for people with disabilities.

Leaned heavily into his good guy image

when he was put on

trial for sexual as*ault

in Corner Brook a few years ago.

It worked, if I remember it correctly.

He wasn't convicted.

A case of he said, she said,

according to the judge

who tried the case.

Right.

What's the body telling us?

Not much.

No external signs of trauma.

Judging by rigor mortis, I'd

say he d*ed in this position

peacefully in his sleep.

And judging by the

lipstick on his forehead,

I'm guessing he wasn't alone last night.

I'd agree but I can't find any

evidence as to who he was with.

What have you got, pal?

Take a look at this.

Look at that.

That much damage can't

have happened by accident.

Yeah. A grudge against a camera?

Hmm.

Track it, pal.

Ah, looks like there's nothing

but just papers in there, pal.

Look at that.

Oh, I don't even want to know.

Let's see.

Photos of a lot of different women.

Too bad the prosecutors in

Corner Brook didn't have that.

And it gets worse.

Looks like Rex hasn't

finished his investigation.

I'm afraid to know what else

Harrison has hidden around here.

Looks like somebody

was trying to break in.

I'll dust for prints.

This is interesting.

What's that?

Those three circles next to the prints.

The complainant against

Harrison was one of his clients.

His physio clients.

You think that's an orthopedic cane?

Huh.

Good find, partner.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Have you finished your

preliminary assessment?

Yes. Um, nothing unusual,

beyond the lip print.

He was in good health,

according to his medical records.

No prescriptions?

No, why?

A toxicology report showed he had

enough oxycontin in his

system to k*ll an elephant.

So he didn't die of natural causes.

Accidental overdose?

Well, this lipstick print

tells us he wasn't alone.

It's pretty hard to

kiss your own forehead.

Exactly. And if it was an accident,

then whoever left the

print would've called it in.

So, this is likely a homicide.

I remember the Blake Harrison case.

If the charges against him were true,

then the woman that went to court

probably wasn't the only one.

He could have had a lot of enemies.

How to narrow down that list?

Well, lip prints are like fingerprints.

No two are exactly alike!

That'll help.

I'll get you a copy of the print

and a sample of the lipstick right away.

Thank you.

Here. Harrison gave this statement

after he was acquitted last year.

Listen, I'm a guy who loves women.

And women love me, okay? I don't

need to throw myself at them.

Oh, and by the way, now that

this matter's all settled up,

I'll be in time for

ladies' night at Kool Katz.

Just saying. You should

come too, sweetheart.

Yeah, good judge of

character as always, pal.

Yeah, social media

is blowing up. I mean,

sentiment's divided about the victim

and there's all these rumours

of the Lipstick k*ller.

I had a feeling the housekeeper

wasn't going to keep quiet.

Yeah, there's no way that

cat's climbing back in the bag.

We just need to push forward.

Jesse, where are we at

with the investigation?

Well, I got off the phone

with some of his colleagues

at the physio practice.

There's no indication

that he was an opiate user.

He was accused of dosing

his victim with opiates

before he assaulted her.

I don't like this guy, but,

I don't know. I guess I'll do my job

as if it were any other victim, right?

I'll look into the accuser.

Look, I don't have to tell you guys

that none of these accusations

- were proven in a court of law.

- Joe.

I'm just saying that it's

left some people outraged.

There could also be other

victims that we don't know about.

Which is why we need to find

out where he was last night.

No one's come forward yet but

the lipstick print:

definitely a message.

I've analyzed the pigment.

It's Rogue Red by Lady Beaumont.

It's a pretty common brand.

It can be found at multiple

locations in town and online.

Okay, we need to find

out who that belongs to.

You brought Mary McQuire in.

Do you think she has

anything to do with this?

Uhh, Mary refuses to

disclose her movements

at the time of Blake Harrison's death.

Grief can make you do

unimaginable things.

Yeah.

You know what? I'm going

to take another run at her,

see if I can make some headway.

- Jesse.

- Hmm?

See if you can identify any

of the women in these photos.

Are you okay?

Sick to my stomach, actually.

Charlie, is there any other way

to find out who he was dating?

Yeah, it just feels like such

a violation of their privacy.

Yeah, I don't like it either but

there's a k*ller out there. I

don't know how we can avoid it.

Jesse.

We do know that he saw at least

one patient outside of work.

Do you have his client list?

I'll crosscheck it.

Oh.

Thanks, buddy.

Good thing we've got our

big furry empathy b*mb.

Whoa, that was faster than I thought.

- You find something?

- One of the women in the photos is Wendy Clark.

She was Harrison's patient.

Uh, Ms. Clark. Are you

sure I can't take you

- somewhere more private?

- I don't have a lot of time. This is fine.

All right, um,

in the course of a

homicide investigation,

- my colleagues and I

- Blake is dead, I know.

Could you cut to the chase already?

We found photographs

of you in Blake Harrison's

home. Intimate photographs.

Yeah, me and the Physio Dude hooked up.

That's not illegal last time I checked.

And you're aware of the

allegations against Mr. Harrison?

He did nothing to me.

We had a fling. It was consensual

and it's none of your damn business.

And I want my pictures back.

Well, they are evidence

in a m*rder investigation.

I can get them back to

you once they're released.

Blake Harrison had my

permission to take those things.

The police do not have my

permission to keep them.

Yeah, I understand your distress.

Oh, you are the source of my distress.

What happened with Blake and

myself behind closed doors

is our business. Not yours.

Yup.

My client wishes to inform you that

she was attending her weekly

mixed martial arts seminar

the night of Blake Harrison's m*rder.

Here is a printout of the

class list for that night.

You'll note her name right here.

And this is a dated

photograph of my client

dominating her opponent

with a guillotine choke.

That's good form.

Mary, why didn't you just tell me

that you had an alibi for that night?

My client wishes to remain silent.

You know I would have been relieved

to eliminate you from suspicion.

What, this is how it's going to be now?

We're not even speaking to each other?

My client has made her wishes

very clear, Superintendant Donovan.

You know your lawyer's

reputation? Right?

She's tough.

She also plays fast and

loose with the rule of law.

Do you really want to trust

her more than you trust me?

Okay, we're done here. Let's go, Mary.

I do have one thing to say.

I'm all ears.

You're investigating

Blake Harrison's death

with a lot more rigour than you

did the assaults he committed.

The incident

the alleged incident took

place in Corner Brook, Mary.

That's outside my jurisdiction.

It doesn't matter.

- Cops are the same everywhere you go.

- That's not true.

We found the man who

k*lled your daughter.

And we put him in prison.

Okay.

Okay, well could you

have Ms. Hynes contact me

as soon as possible? Thanks.

- Anything?

- I don't think so. They had a relationship

but it was consensual.

- Even the photos?

- Yeah.

Guys.

I might have something.

I found a longer clip from

just outside the police station.

I wonder how many of those

women Blake Harrison assaulted.

I wonder if his k*ller is among them?

Wait, Jesse.

Freeze right there.

You remember those marks that we found

in front of Harrison's

window next to the footprints?

- Looked like a cane?

- That woman has a cane.

Jesse, can you ID her?

Maybe she was a client?

Maybe she's in the photos?

Yeah, give me two seconds.

I've put faces to the

names on his client list.

Yeah, there we go. That

is one Astrid Hynes.

Blake Harrison's accuser.

And her suit was unsuccessful.

And I've been trying to get

in touch with her with no luck.

I've left two messages.

Looks like we may have a suspect.

We appreciate you coming in, Ms. Hynes.

And we both understand this

must be very difficult for you.

You were a patient of Blake Harrison's.

In Corner Brook, yeah.

That's where he assaulted me.

And that's where the judge

let him off scot-free.

Did you have any contact with him

since he moved back to St. John's?

No, of course not.

Can you excuse me for a moment?

Do you recognize this camera?

No.

Well, Rex thinks that you should.

And Rex is never wrong.

Astrid, we found footprints

outside of Blake Harrison's home

that we believe to be yours.

That's ridiculous.

We also found

impressions of your cane.

Okay, I was there.

A week ago.

I broke in.

I was trying to find

I know this is difficult

but it is best if we know the truth.

He took photos of me.

He told me about it

after the trial, when I lost.

That's how cruel he is.

I wanted to destroy the photos.

Wouldn't you?

But I couldn't find them.

I found his camera

though and I smashed it.

Because I wanted to send him a message.

That's all I did.

Hey.

You're going to want to see this.

- The Low Life List?

- Yeah.

You might recognize a familiar face.

Blake Harrison.

What is this website, Jesse?

It calls itself a record of

Newfoundland's sexual predators.

Who created it?

A company called West Expert Design

but the domain is

registered to Mary McQuire

and the site is

administered by Astrid Hynes.

Astrid Hynes?

- The same Astrid Hynes who's

- In the interrogation room, yeah.

Thanks.

Well, if there are no more questions,

then I will just

Astrid Hynes?

Uh, Astrid, this is

Superintendent Donovan

of the Major Crimes Unit.

Please, sit.

I want to talk to you about your

involvement with Mary McQuire.

Who?

You run a website together.

It's called The Low Life List.

All right.

We met at a support group

for trauma survivors.

We have interests in common.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Blake Harrison is listed as

a predator on that website.

Because he was.

Look, I know that this looks bad.

We exposed abusive men

through public protests

and online campaigns

in order to warn other women.

It doesn't make us K*llers.

Who else is involved with this website?

It's just Mary and me.

She tried to lie about knowing Mary.

She could be covering for somebody else.

The question is who?

Jesse mentioned a company

that was doing web design

for The Low Life List.

A website like that is

legally dicey territory.

They'd want somebody who

was sympathetic to the cause.

Jesse probably has a name for you.

- I'll check it out.

- Why don't I go with you?

That's a good idea.

Come on, pal.

Yeah.

West Expert Designs is my company.

What do you know about

the Low Life List?

Oh.

That website. Um

it's sad. I'm embarrassed

for those women.

You mean Mary McQuire and Astrid Hynes?

- Yeah.

- And you helped out with their website?

I mean I set up the site

according to their instructions.

I might not agree with

their methods but I mean,

a paycheque's a paycheque.

You don't know any of the

the men who are on their list?

Blake Harrison?

I don't read the content.

I mean I just push pixels

together and make pretty images.

He was m*rder*d.

Oh. Wow. Yikes.

Uh

Yeah, I mean if there's

anything I can do to help, but,

I'm not part of that silly

little manhater crusade.

If it were up to me the web

would just be filled with

people and pictures of their pets.

Isn't that right, buddy?

Okay, well, um

thank you for your time.

Do you believe her?

You think the lady

doth protest too much?

Jesse said she's not on

Harrison's client list.

Hmm. I'll check in with Jesse,

see if she has any other

connection to the victim.

The St. John's Police Department

must be held accountable!

The police are interrogating

as*ault victims.

Treating us like criminals

instead of investigating

the men who abused us.

The SJPD protects sexual predators!

Mary.

- I can't talk to you, Joe.

- I am not the enemy.

You can't do this and

pretend to be my friend.

A man was m*rder*d Mary.

No matter my feelings about

him, we will investigate.

While domestic abusers

and rapists go unpunished.

The Police don't protect women.

- Blake Harrison

- Was tried in a court of law.

With all available evidence.

Right.

Astrid wasn't the only one you know.

There were others.

I need names, Mary.

They've been through enough, Joe.

And this case is best left unsolved.

Hey, boss.

Everything okay?

You know, Jesse, sometimes

I wonder if police

fail to take victims seriously.

What do you mean?

Well, this Low Life List,

it's controversial.

But it's also detailed

and well-researched.

And I can't help but wonder

if the information here

could be used to help

us in our investigations.

Well, I mean I guess it depends

on which website you take seriously.

I mean, some of them

are well-researched

and others are dodgy as heck. You know?

Calling out men for various offenses.

- Dodgy how?

- Okay, well, The Low Life List, for example

they make criminal accusations, right?

Others websites they

just air out dirty laundry

about dates that went bad.

Look at this one for example.

There.

Grade Your Date.

The internet's largest

Sifter date review site.

Oh, okay.

Yeah I see what you mean.

This seems to be just

- just gossip and sour grapes.

- Yeah.

Oh my God!

- Is that you?

- I can't believe that!

I remember this date! I had no

idea she felt that way! I just

I mean, I thought I was being

a perfect gentleman, that's all!

Yeah, it was probably

just a misunderstanding.

Um

Jesse, you should stay on

the Harrison clients, okay?

And just see if there's anyone who's

- who's unhappy.

- Yeah, will do.

You should do that now, Jesse.

But for her to post such

vehement online condemnation?

How about you tell us about the date

and we try and figure it out?

I don't know! It was a

rather uneventful coffee date.

- Or so I thought.

- No second date?

No, there was no spark.

But nothing bad happened.

I'm sorry she said such

mean things about you.

I don't know.

Maybe I shouldn't have ordered

for her I guess. I don't know.

You ordered for her?

Yeah, it was her first

time at Coffee Cathedral.

I wanted her to try the matcha latte.

- Their matcha lattes are transcendent!

- Exactly!

I'm not big on matcha lattes.

I don't get what all the fuss is about.

Well, maybe it was presumptuous

of me to order for her, but,

I certainly didn't act like a

old fashioned toad

with a stick up his

I don't know. Maybe I should just

reach out to her and contact her?

- No. No no no.

- No way.

Do not contact her.

- But don't stress over it either.

- Joe.

- You two just weren't a good fit.

- Yeah.

I mean some people like matcha lattes

and some people have

no taste whatsoever.

Okay.

Well, you know, it just feels terrible

knowing that there's someone out there

who thinks such awful things about me.

Look, people post all

sorts of things online

that they wouldn't say to your face.

Also that's just one

person's opinion. Right?

Someone else would have found

the exact same thing charming.

Let it go and move on.

Yeah.

I just hope this whole

dating thing is worth it.

Thanks, ladies.

Hey. Jesse, what's up?

Okay. I'll be right there.

Sarah.

Charlie said you wanted to

know more about Melanie West.

Blake Harrison's website.

Yeah, look at the bottom of the page.

Recognize that logo?

West Expert Design.

You were right. There is a connection.

Melanie West said she'd

never heard of Blake Harrison.

Huh.

Not here.

Uhhh

Should we wait for her?

Yeah, we should.

Check this out.

Melanie said she didn't

know Mary and Astrid.

They look pretty friendly here.

Well, here I picked up

Lady Beaumont Rogue Red.

Good thinking.

Hey, Rex.

Track it.

Look at that.

Lipstick print.

Good job, pal.

Well I'll test it but

I trust Rex's nose.

- Yeah!

- Let's go.

His name is Robert Crowne.

Crowne with an e on the end.

He was supposed to be back two days ago

but he's not answering his phone.

Please, I don't know what to do.

Ma'am? Excuse me.

Uh, did you say Robert Crowne?

Yes, he's my husband!

According to this, Robert

Crowne has been the target

of numerous harassment lawsuits.

Yeah, apparently he's

paid a lot of money

to have them disappear.

What do you have on his wife?

She says that it's unusual

for him to go this long

without getting in touch.

Yeah.

- We've got a lead.

- Who?

Melanie West. The web

designer for The Low Life List.

She lied about not

knowing Astrid and Mary.

She's not at her office

and not answering her phone.

Yeah, well, that could be a problem.

We have another potential victim.

Robert Crowne.

Yeah, another name on the Low Life List.

His wife just reported him missing.

And we need to find him. I

think the best way to go about it

- is to find these women.

- I'll start pinging phones.

Okay, in the meantime, I'm

going to head to Melanie's house,

- see if she's there.

- That's a good idea.

Sarah, you do the

same thing with Astrid.

- I'm going to try to find Mary.

- Okay.

Hi, you've reached Mary.

Excuse me!

Can I help you with something?

Yeah, Superintendent Joe Donovan.

Major Crimes.

- I'm looking for Mary McQuire.

- Oh!

Well,

I seen her packing up

her Subaru this morning

like she was going on a trip.

A trip?

Any idea where?

I got no clue.

She's always real secretive.

Really?

Thank you.

Donovan.

Hey. I've got Charlie on the line too.

- Hey, Joe.

- Hey.

No sign of Astrid at her house.

Yeah, same at Mary's.

Any luck at Melanie's, Charlie?

No, I'm striking out too. Come on, pal.

Hang on.

Rex!

What did you find?

What is it, Charlie?

- Did Rex find Melanie?

- No.

But he did find a bottle of oxycodone.

And it's empty.

Right now, Melanie West

is our prime suspect.

And with Mary and Astrid MIA too

They could be working together.

Yeah hold on. I'm getting a call

from Jesse, I'm going to link him in.

What's going on, Jesse?

There's been no activity

on Melanie West's cell

or credit card for hours

but Mary's phone pinged from a

wooded area near Petty Harbour.

- Great.

- Wait, wait.

Okay. It looks like Astrid's

phone is at the same location.

Okay, great. Text us

the coordinates Jesse.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Okay.

Come on, Rex.

Yeah, we'll meet you there.

Listen Charlie!

I need you to be discreet

when you get to the location.

We do not want to

scare off our suspects.

I'll see you there.

It should be just up ahead.

What would they be doing out here?

Great place to dump a body.

What is that?

It's coming from up ahead.

Okay. Let's fan out and

surround the clearing.

You guys go that way.

Come on, pal.

All this pain will pass!

All this pain will pass!

- All this pain will pass!

- SJPD!

Nobody move!

What the hell, Joe?

It's okay. I know these guys.

Congratulations. You just busted up

a healing retreat of trauma

survivors. What do you want?

Mary, we need to ask

you about Robert Crowne.

I've been advised to talk to

you only through my lawyer.

And she's not here.

Let me handle this.

Hey.

We're so sorry to disturb the gathering

but I need to ask about Robert Crowne.

What's there to say?

He's a creep who

harasses female employees.

- He's gone missing.

- Missing?

He's probably shacked

up in some no-tell motel.

From what I've heard, he's a

world class philanderer as well.

- Want me to me see if I can ?

- Yeah, thanks.

Hi. Uh, apologies for

the intrusion ladies.

Trying to butter me up with your dog?

Eh, works sometimes.

What do you want?

Can you tell me about Melanie West?

Was she a part of your group?

I have no idea who you're talking about.

Sorry, Mary.

You just lied to me.

Look, I know that you're hurting.

I also know you don't

want to be responsible

- for a man's m*rder.

- And I won't be!

If somebody kills Robert

Crowne, it's not on me.

Where is Melanie West?

Mary, please.

Things only get worse for

Melanie from here on out.

- As her friend

- I have no idea where Melanie is.

We have reason to believe

that she may have

m*rder*d Blake Harrison.

Oh, come on.

And that she's responsible

for the disappearance of Robert Crowne.

Right.

Keep blaming the victims.

It's what you do.

Superintendent Donovan?

Sorry to interrupt.

- Yes, Karma?

- I've have some lab results

that I think you're

going to want to see.

As Rex indicated,

the lipstick print from

Melanie West's cup is a match

to the lipstick on Blake Harrison.

And the prints?

There were only a partial on the cup

but what we have does match.

So she was the one who

gave him the kiss of death?

That's one way to put it.

Thank you.

You withheld information from us, Mary.

Now another man's life

may be in jeopardy.

I fail to see a connection

between those two situations.

The lip print on Blake

Harrison's forehead

belonged to Melanie West.

How can you be sure of that?

We matched it to a cup in her office.

And a lip print is like a fingerprint.

Unique to each individual.

Which means, she was

there the night he d*ed.

God!

She's always been a bit of a wild card

but I didn't believe

she was capable of this.

Listen, I want justice.

Not revenge.

If there's anything I can do

to help with your investigation,

I will.

Well, at least we've

got her cooperation.

But we're no closer to

finding Robert Crowne.

- Or Melanie West.

- Guys, I might be able to help with that.

I tracked Robert Crowne's

credit card to this gas station.

They pulled up the

security video for me.

- That's Robert Crowne.

- Wait. That's Melanie West.

Jesse, where is this gas station?

Eastern outskirts of town but

this was thirty minutes ago.

Do you have idea where

they were heading?

According to his credit card,

he checked in to the

Slumber Motel in Stopperside.

Time might be running

out for Robert Crowne.

Come on, pal.

And Melanie West may be

about to claim another victim.

We don't have a Robert

Crowne registered.

We know that he used his

credit card to reserve the room.

Aren't you supposed to have some

kind of search warrant or something?

Sir, a man's life may be in danger.

You know what don't worry about it.

We'll just go room to room.

I'm sure your guests

won't mind being disturbed.

Honeymoon suite.

There's a honeymoon suite?

No need to be hurtful.

Rex, let's go.

Ughh!

Aghhh! Aghhh!

She was trying to k*ll me!

I caught her slipping

something into my drink.

I pretended to fall asleep

so I could see what she'd do next.

When she kissed me on

the forehead, it hit me.

She k*lled that Harrison guy!

So you decided to k*ll her first?

It was her or me!

So self-defense?

Damn right!

I didn't do anything wrong

here except save my own life.

Tell us about Blake Harrison.

He taught me not to mix

business with pleasure.

You two were in a relationship?

I wouldn't go that far.

We were seeing each other.

For how long?

About a month?

It ended the night that he

decided to choked me so hard,

I had to wear a turtleneck for a week.

He choked you?

Turns out that Blake,

liked his women one of two ways:

unconscious or

scared for their lives.

I'm sorry that happened to you, Melanie.

I begged him to stop.

He said that I wanted it.

I didn't want that.

And you didn't report him?

Your partner's a comedian.

No, I didn't report him

because I knew that that

wouldn't accomplish anything.

Blake was handsome and charming and

as close to a celebrity as

you get around here. So, no.

So you k*lled him instead.

We have overwhelming evidence.

We don't need a confession.

But you may get more sympathy

with the court if you give one.

Is that true?

Yeah.

Well, then, I'll happily

take the credit for it.

Mary McQuire and the others,

all they do is just

sit around complaining

about bad men getting away with things.

Well, I I actually

do something about it.

So, you were going

to k*ll Robert Crowne?

Alas. The best laid plans

are often ruined by cops

who can't see the big picture.

Which is ?

That I'm better at keeping scum

off the street than you are.

Oh and then there was this

hottie in the R&D department.

She played hard to get

but I saw right through it.

Why are you telling me all this?

- What, you're not impressed?

- Not really.

Oh, I get it. You're one of

those modern sensitive males

afraid to make one wrong move.

I pity you, pal.

Yeah, the feeling's mutual.

Whatever.

Where's my stuff, anyway?

Cops grabbed everything

out of the motel.

- Oh, it'll be out of evidence as soon as you know

- Robert?

Brittany.

Consider yourself served.

I want a divorce.

Brittany, listen to me! Come back!

I wouldn't cross him if I were you.

Thank you for the ride.

Well, I'm glad you're

speaking to me again.

I'm sorry I didn't

tell you about Melanie.

I'm sorry I arrested you for m*rder.

I'm not an extremist,

Joe. I'm really not.

I'm just trying to protect

other women like Molly.

Well, we're trying to do the same thing.

Hopefully, we can work

together in the future.

I'd like to.

But will you listen?

Without asking me for evidence?

I will.

I promise.

But you need to talk to me first.

And not post stuff on websites.

Why shouldn't I do both?

People say such hateful

things online, Mary.

It's hard to sort between

the lies and the truth.

You sound like you're speaking

from personal experience.

What happened?

This happened.

You're on Sifter?

I never would have guessed it.

She's complaining because

you opened the door for her?

Yeah.

Yeah, and that I tried to

carry in her shopping bags.

Well

basically she's upset

you were chivalrous?

Yeah! That's exactly what

I was going for, yeah.

Dating is hard, eh?

Yeah, that's an understatement.

I'm sorry that happened to you.

For the record,

if a man held the door for me,

and carried my shopping bags,

I'd love it.

I'd absolutely love it.