Bad Match Page #5

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And all for what, 'cause some

psychotic b*tch felt spurned.

There's gotta be

something you can do, right?

According to my lawyer,

barring a full

confession from Riley,

I'm looking at,

best case scenario,

a crippling fine and a spot

on the registered

sex offenders list.

So I will be a convicted felon,

won't be able to get a job,

won't be able to leave town,

can't vote.

It's not like you

even voted before.

I'm sorry, man, I know,

it's not funny.

I'm just trying to

lighten the mood here.

Hey.

Who knows?

Maybe Riley might have

a change of heart.

She might admit to everything.

Why?

Why would she do that?

Huh?

There's no way to

prove she did anything.

She, she, she's f***ing crazy.

She hates me.

There's no reason for her to.

What?

Think I just figured

a way outta this.

Gotta go.

No, no, no, no, Harris!

I gotta f***in' go, Chuck.

Riley?

Riley, it's Harris.

What do you want?

I just want to talk to you.

It's 2:
30

in the morning.

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry.

I just, uh.

Doing a lot of soul searching

these last few days and, uh.

I just really, I'd really

like to talk to you, you know?

Face to face.

I...

Please, it'll just

take a few minutes.

Thanks for letting me in, uh.

Just, um, make it quick.

I was about to go to sleep, so.

Yeah.

Uh.

Just came by to say that, uh.

Say that I'm sorry

for

everything.

I, um.

I wasn't a good person to you

and that's not who I am.

Or, I mean, at least it's

not who I want to be and...

So, I'm sorry that I hurt you

and I'm sorry that I used you

and I'm sorry that.

Sorry I made you feel

like you didn't matter.

I wish I could say I had

some kind of excuse, but...

I'm just a selfish a**hole

who didn't care about

anybody's feelings but his own.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause I don't wanna

be that person anymore.

And it took what

happened between us

for me to realize that and...

So, I just wanted

to say I'm sorry

and, I guess thank you

for showing me how

f***ed up I was.

Well.

You're welcome, I guess.

You wanna hug it out?

You know me, I'm a hugger.

Sure.

Well, I'll let

you get some sleep.

Thanks for letting me talk.

Wait.

I want to apologize too.

For what?

You really hurt me, Harris,

and it sucked, but, um...

I lashed out and it

wasn't fair to you.

- It's okay.

- No.

No, it's not okay.

That fake suicide stunt

I pulled was not cool

and I, I kind of do

that stuff a lot.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I guess we kind of both

lost our heads there.

Yeah.

Is there anything else?

Like what?

I don't know, um...

anything else you want

to come clean about?

Like, that you did to me.

I don't, I don't, uh,

know what you're

talking about, Harris.

So you don't know anything about

any child pornography

on my laptop?

The what?

I know it was you, Riley.

Okay.

I, you need to leave.

I'll leave if you

admit what you did.

- Let go of me.

- Just admit it.

Just admit it.

Just admit what you did.

Let go of me or I'll scream.

You're not gonna scream.

Just calm down.

Stop!

Just shut up!

Why are you doing this?

Why do you want to ruin my life?

Are you okay?

- Call the police!

- No, don't!

Tell the cops what

you did, Riley,

or I'm coming back here,

I swear to God.

Harris, it's Ronald Dale.

What the hell did

you do last night?

Nothing, I was home all night.

You're lying.

You were at that woman's

place last night, Miller?

How the hell do you know that?

Because she wants to file

a restraining order against you.

She claims you attacked

her last night.

What were you thinking, Harris?

Do you understand how

bad this looks for us?

It practically negates

your entire defense,

which is thin to begin with.

I didn't attack her, I was

trying to get her to confess.

This is another of

her manipulations.

She's trying to play us.

I checked her out, Harris.

She's got alibis during the

time the files were downloaded.

Pictures on Instagram,

updates on Facebook,

I mean, the girl puts

her whole life online,

but unfortunately for you

that works against us.

She hired someone then.

It's possible, but don't try

and do any more

detective work yourself.

You have two days.

Lay low and think

about what I told you.

I can keep you out of prison,

but not if you keep

mucking it up for yourself.

Okay?

What should be your name?

Robby Barnett.

Oh, Riley, Riley, Riley.

You really should keep

your profile private, babe,

there's creeps out there.

"Aced my Behavioral Psych final!"

"Time to celebrate!"

Okay.

All right, let's do this.

Come on, Riley, where are you?

Where are you?

There you are.

That's it.

Do some swiping.

I know you want to find

some other guy to terrorize.

Hey, do I know you?

I think we have

Behavioral Psych together.

Come on, Riley, respond.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

There we go.

I usually sit in the back.

How'd you do on the final?

Aced it.

You?

Same.

What you doing tonight?

We should celebrate.

"I'll be at the Virgil,

you should drop by."

Mm, yes.

I'll be there.

Sh*t.

Hey, can I get a

vodka cranberry please?

Hey, can I get

a vodka cranberry?

Of course.

That'll be ten dollars.

Great, thank you.

That guy Robby's here.

I'm gonna go meet him.

Riley.

Riley, relax.

Riley, calm down.

Riley, for God's sake.

I told you to f***in' stop.

Jesus.

You see what you've done to me?

You see what you've

turned me into?

I have never hurt anybody

in my entire life

and I don't want to

tonight, Riley, I don't,

do you understand?

Good.

If you do exactly

what I tell you to do,

this all ends tonight.

Is that what you want?

Good, me too, me too,

that's what I want.

So I'm gonna take that

gag off so you can talk,

but you're not

gonna scream, okay?

Okay.

Put this away.

Taking it off now.

See?

Cooperating.

This doesn't have to

be difficult, Riley.

Where am I?

You don't need to know.

All you need to know is that

it's just you and me here

all weekend if

that's what it takes.

Oh, and don't bother

trying to escape 'cause

we're locked up nice and tight.

That guy Robby,

that was you the whole time?

A little taste of

your own medicine, huh?

That's my friends.

I bet they're looking for me.

They've been texting

you for a few hours now,

that's why, um, that's

why I need your passcode.

What?

I need to unlock your phone.

Can I get your passcode?

And just remember, Riley,

whatever happens next

is entirely up to you.

0-9-0-2.

Ah, voila.

Thank you, Riley.

See, if the rest of the

night goes just like this,

we'll be done in no time.

Okay.

How's it look?

Left with Robby.

No need to wait up.

Ooh, Brunch tomorrow?

Sent.

See what happens.

Oh, look, she's typing.

"Slut."

"Call me tomorrow."

That takes care of that.

And you will call her tomorrow,

as long as you don't

give me any trouble

with this next part.

What do you want?

I want a full confession.

I don't know what you

want me to confess to.

Goddammit, Riley, I thought

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