![]() Joe doesn’t even change out of his sweater for this supposedly fun thing he hopes never to do again. (Remember: Women belong to men, so Joe’s act of valor on Kate’s behalf was Malcolm’s to appreciate formally.) Malcolm word-vomits about how his “royal-adjacent” family are the ones who “built this country” his opinions are about what you’d expect, i.e., it seems like nobody wants to work these days, “but enough about peasants.” Joe finds this repugnant but cannot get out of an invite to Sundry House, which is this world’s version of Soho House, owned by friend-of-Malcolm Adam Pratt. It would make me pretty suspicious if I were Kate, but she’s got a lot going on, so okay.īack at the flat, Malcolm pops over to thank the man he calls “John-Boy” for coming to Kate’s rescue. Kate’s icy reaction to this is that she hated the watch they stole anyway Joe implores her, awkwardly, not to mention him to the cops. Only Joe’s timely intervention saves her from an even worse assault. ![]() Because this show requires that Joe’s stalking of a woman always benefits the woman he is stalking (until he kills her), for only Joe can protect a woman from the even worse men who would do her harm, Kate gets grabbed and violently mugged. In present-day London, Joe hears Kate rip into Malcolm for being “a total fucking narcissist.” She storms out of his office, and Joe tails her to her car. And then, to prove to her that he wasn’t really a murderer - just a romantic and heroic guy who happened to do a handful of homicides in very specific situations - he allowed her to escape from him and live, not just once but twice. See, Joe tracked down Marienne’s art in Paris, learned Marienne was at an art show in London, and hunted her down there, where she was - shocker! - very unhappy to see him. In flashbacks littered throughout the episode, we learn what brought Joe to London, which is NOT where Marienne is. ![]() He misses having someone WORTHY of his relentless attention, blah, blah, blah. Malcolm, the beneficiary of multiple generations of family wealth, is a sort of dilettante-slash-“academic” with a girlfriend (or just a regular paramour?) named Kate Galvin (Charlotte Ritchie), a nepo baby (art gallerist and daughter of a model) who, as women in Joe’s universe inevitably must, masturbates in front of her open window.īut alas - Joe wants MORE. (“Williamsburg could never,” says the once-and-forever Dan Humphrey.) Yet socially, he is already saddled with a colleague and neighbor he cannot stand: Malcolm Harding. Joe believes he’s found his ilk among the Brits, “the most literary people on earth,” and a suitable home in South Kensington, where he has a working fireplace and walls lined with books in an outrageously lovely flat. (Okay, but then he literally just assigned Edgar Allan Poe? So not exactly a departure from the racist-dead-white-guy syllabus.) This student’s most important role here is to be the person who gives Joe a book by a guy, Rhys Montrose, who some sizable contingent of Londonites is hoping will run for mayor. Our 51-minute premiere (rude) finds Joe not in Paris but in London, where - cue the “Oxford Comma” needle drop - he is “Professor Jonathan Moore.” The professor has a beard, wears a tweed jacket over his vest, and allegedly deviates from the standard canon with such panache that a young female student can’t help but gush over how much she underestimated him. The woman Joe believes is in Paris waiting for him … even though Love told Marienne that Joe, not some random mugger, is the one who killed her abusive ex, Ryan. You see, the one thing his heart needs more than it has ever needed anyone is not his disappointing not-a-daughter Henry (bye forever) or Love (RIP) or Beck (also RIP): It’s Marienne. ![]() Paris can solve all your problems! Just ask Emily! And he tried everything, okay? When you think about it, there was nothing for him to do but chop off two of his tinier toes and bake them into a chicken pot pie, torch his house with the dead body of his wife inside it, leave his baby in the care of a neighbor indefinitely, and abscond to Paris. Joe reports via voice-over that Love (not the emotion that drives us all, but the woman he married, murdered, and then framed for his murder before fleeing California for Europe) burned him out.
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