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[door buzzer]

♪
[sombre music]

[metal door clangs shut]

Mary?

Joe!

Thank God!

Mary, what were you thinking?

That the public
should be made aware

that that rapist 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!

[Mary scoffs]

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 murdered!

And women are being abused
and beaten and killed-

by men who go unpunished!

And something has to be done!

I'm worried about you.

I appreciate that Joe.

But I am fine.

[Mary sighs]

[Joe sighs]

[door buzzes]

[Mary exhales heavily]

You know, Mary-

grief is a journey.

And I know you're slowly
navigating your way through it.

[Mary sighs]

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.

[Mary sniffles]

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.

[door buzzes]

Mr. Harrison?

Mr. Harrison?

Mr. Harrison?

[housekeeper gasps]

Oh God!

♪
[dramatic percussion]

♪
[upbeat theme music]

♪
[suspenseful music]

We really have to stop
meeting like this.

[door closes]

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 kill
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.

Sarah: 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 assault

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 died 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.

♪
[mysterious music]

[Rex sniffing]

[Rex barks]

What have you got, pal?

[Rex barks]

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.

[Rex barks]

[Rex barks]

Ah, looks like there's nothing
but just papers in there pal.

[Rex barks]

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.

[Rex barks]

Looks like Rex hasn't
finished his investigation.

I'm afraid to know what else
Harrison has hidden around here.

♪
[suspenseful music]

[Rex barking]

Looks like somebody
was trying to break in.

I'll dust for prints.

[phone camera snapping]

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.

♪
[suspenseful music]

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 kill 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.

Jesse: Here.

Harrison gave this statement-

after he was
acquitted last year.

Harrison: 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.

[Rex barks]

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 Killer.

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.

Charlie: 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.

Charlie: 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.

Jesse: Hmm?

See if you can identify
any of the women-

in these photos.

Are you okay?

Sick to my stomach, actually.

Jesse: 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 killer 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 cross-check it.

[Rex whines]

[keyboard clacking]

Oh.

Thanks, buddy.

Good thing we've got our
big furry empathy bomb.

[computer pings]

Jesse: 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.

♪
[sombre music]

Sarah: 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 murder 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 murder.

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
killed your daughter.

And we put him in prison.

Okay.

[door opening]

[Donovan sighs]

[door closing]

♪
[sombre music]

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.

Jesse: Guys.

I might have something.

I found a longer clip from just
outside the police station.

[people yelling]

I wonder how many of those
women Blake Harrison assaulted.

I wonder if his
killer is among them?

Wait Jesse.

Freeze right there.

[keyboard clacking]

[computer pings]

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.

[computer beeping]

Jesse, can you ID her?

Maybe she was a client?

Maybe she's in the photos?

Jesse: Yeah give
me two seconds.

I've put faces to the
names on his client list.

[computer beeping]

Yeah, there we go.

That is one Astrid Hynes.

Sarah: 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.

[Rex barks]

♪
[dramatic percussion]

♪
[suspenseful music]

Charlie: We appreciate
you coming in-

Ms. Hynes.

And we both understand this
must be very difficult for you.

Sarah: 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.

Sarah: Did you have
any contact with him-

[Rex sniffing]

since he moved
back to St. John's?

No, of course not.

Can you excuse me for a moment?

[Rex barks]

♪
[dramatic music]

Do you recognize this camera?

No.

[Rex barks]

Well Rex thinks that you should.

And Rex is never wrong.

Sarah: Astrid, we
found footprints-

outside of Blake
Harrison's home-

that we believe to be yours.

That's ridiculous.

Charlie: We also found-

impressions of your cane.

[Astrid sighs softly]

Okay, I was there.

A week ago.

I broke in.

I was trying to find-

[Astrid exhales]

Sarah: 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.

Jesse: 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.

Astrid: Well if there
are no more questions-

then I will just-

[door opens]

Astrid Hynes?

Sarah: 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 killers.

Donovan: 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.

♪
[suspenseful music]

Yeah.

West Expert Designs
is my company.

What do you know about
the Low Life List?

[Melanie scoffs]

Oh.

That website.

Um-it's sad.

I'm embarrassed for those women.

Charlie: You mean-

Mary McQuire and Astrid Hynes?

Yeah.

Sarah: 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.

[Melanie laughs]

Charlie: 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 murdered.

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 man-hater 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?

[Rex barks]

Charlie: 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
assault victims.

Treating us like criminals-

instead of investigating
the men who abused us.

Mary: The SJPD-

protects sexual predators!

♪
[dramatic percussion]

Donovan: 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 murdered 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.

[Joe sighs]

Jesse: 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.

[Donovan chuckles]

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.

[Donovan sighs]

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 way.

No no no.

Do not contact her.

But don't stress over it either.

Sarah: 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.

[Donovan laughs]

Well, you know, it
just feels terrible-

knowing that there's
someone out there-

who thinks such awful
things about me.

Karma: 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.

Karma: Let it go and move on.

Yeah.

I just hope this whole
dating thing is worth it.

[phone buzzing]

Thanks ladies.

Hey.

Jesse, what's up?

Okay.

I'll be right there.

[Karma sighs]

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.

♪
[dramatic music]

Charlie: 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.

[Rex sniffing]

Track it.

♪
[mysterious music]

Look at that.

Lipstick print.

Good job, pal.

Well I'll test it.

But I trust Rex's nose.

[Rex barks]

Yeah!

Let's go.

♪
[suspenseful music]

Brittany: 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!

♪
[ominous music]

Donovan: 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.

[knocking on door]

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.

Jesse: 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.

♪
[dramatic music]

Mary: Hi, you've reached Mary.

[knocking on door]

Woman: 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?

[phone buzzing]

Thank you.

Donovan.

Sarah: Hey.

I've got Charlie
on the line too.

Hey, Joe.

Donovan: Hey.

No sign of Astrid at her house.

Donovan: Yeah, same at Mary's.

Any luck at Melanie's, Charlie?

No I'm striking out too.

Come on pal.

♪
[ominous music]

[Rex barks]

Hang on.

[screen window clattering]

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.

♪
[dramatic percussion]

♪
[suspenseful music]

Right now Melanie West
is our prime suspect.

And with Mary and
Astrid MIA too-

Charlie: They could
be working together.

[phone beeping] Yeah hold on.

I'm getting a call from Jesse.

I'm going to link him in.

What's going on Jesse?

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.

Jesse: Wait wait.

[phone pinging]

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.

[tires screeching]

♪
[dramatic music]

It should be just up ahead.

What would they
be doing out here?

Great place to dump a body.

[women's voices in distance]

What is that?

It's coming from up ahead.

Okay.

Let's fan out and
surround the clearing.

You guys go that way.

♪
[dramatic music]

Come on pal.

[screaming and
indistinct chanting]

Women: All this
pain will pass!

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.

[Sarah sighs]

Want me to me see if I can-?

Donovan: 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.

[Mary sighs]

♪
[suspenseful music]

Look, I know that
you're hurting.

I also know you don't
want to be responsible

for a man's murder.

And I won't be!

If somebody kills Robert Crowne-

it's not on me.

Where is Melanie West?

[Mary sighs]

Mary, please.

Things only get worse for
Melanie from here on out.

As her friend-

I have no idea where Melanie is.

Sarah: We have
reason to believe-

that she may have
murdered Blake Harrison.

Oh, come on.

Charlie: 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.

♪
[suspenseful music]

[door opening]

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.

Sarah: And a lip print
is like a fingerprint.

Unique to each individual.

Charlie: Which means-

she was there the night he died.

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.

Sarah: 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?

Jesse: 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.

♪
[dramatic percussion]

[distant siren]

Hotel Manager: 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.

[manager sighs]

217.

Honeymoon suite.

There's a honeymoon suite?

No need to be hurtful.

Rex, let's go.

♪
[dramatic music]

[man yelling]

[woman screaming]

[yelling and
screaming intensifies]

[Robert grunting]

[Melanie screaming]

[Rex snarling]

Robert: Ughh!

[Melanie coughing]

Aghhh! Aghhh!

[Rex barking]

She was trying to kill me!

♪
[dramatic percussion]

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 killed that Harrison guy!

So you decided to
kill her first?

It was her or me!

So self-defense?

Damn right!

I didn't do anything wrong
here except save my own life.

[Rex barks]

[Charlie sighs]

[Sarah sighs]

Tell us about Blake Harrison.

He taught me not to mix
business with pleasure.

You two were in a relationship?

[Melanie scoffs]

I wouldn't go that far.

We were seeing each other.

Sarah: 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?

Melanie: 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?

[Melanie laughs]

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 killed 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.

Charlie: So you were going
to kill 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 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-

Brittany: Robert?

Brittany.

Consider yourself served.

I want a divorce.

Brittany listen to me!

Come back!

[Rex barking]

I wouldn't cross
him if I were you.

♪
[upbeat music]

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 murder.

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.

[Donovan sighs]

What happened?

This happened.

[Mary laughs]

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.

[Donovan sighs]

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.

♪
[soft music]

[Mary chuckles]

[Mary's footsteps]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Joe chuckles]

♪
[closing theme music]