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going to the next round. As did so many others, brave and defiant, a clickbait photo gallery of “Where Are They Now?”

The New Yorker site has police audio, taped by a brave actress who’d been molested by him previously, wearing a wire.

It’s chilling. He works every angle in the space of a minute, trying to get the actress into his room — good cop, bad cop, multiple-personality cop, beggar, bully, confidant, henchman, ally, assassin, and back again — no doubt the negotiating tactics that made him a successful producer.

The menace is stone cold.

But the audio doesn’t seem to have been enough to start a prosecution.

When you’re a star, they let you do it. More like, help you do it.

How many fixers were there? The people who delivered the actresses. Then the people to draft the settlements, haggle the victims down to below six figures, collect the signatures promising silence, agreeing nothing had happened. What a team. They really put the HR into harassment.

For a moment this week, he’d even enlisted Lisa Bloom (usually a lawyer for sex assault victims) to speak up for him. “He is an old dinosaur learning new ways,” she said, gobsmackingly, making his assaults seem

The New Yorker site has police audio, taped by a brave actress who’d been molested by him previously.

almost adorable, a sit-com dad listening to the kids’ music. Turns out she had a deal with his company to turn a book of hers into a TV show. Ultimately, she quit being his “adviser” but the point was made, and to her soul and her name, the damage done. That’s how powerful this guy was — up to a point, he found Lisa Bloom’s price — and that’s how powerful power is.

When Hugh Hefner died, there was a divergence of opinion: a hero of free speech, or an objectifying villain? (His robe seemed less sinister.) Times do change. Once upon a time, sexual harassment wasn’t even a phrase.

People have always joked about the casting couch. Acting is an industry where beauty is a relevant job qualification. Even the legit, above-board, job interview consists of being looked up and down, videoed (in close-up, mid-shot, fullbody), being asked to turn right around so we can take a look, thank you, being asked if she’ll do nudity, partial nudity, how comfortable she is in a swimsuit. Make love to the camera. And this is when the audition is professional.

(In most other industries, in 2017, this would not be an acceptable job interview.)

But, the presence of a camera, numerous people in the room, lines to read, and in the hallway, a queue of others who look just like you, make this okay. Not just okay: an opportunity. For a prize.

At least now, to cross that bridge, there’s one less troll to get past.