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Bad Match Page #5
- TV-MA
- Year:
- 2017
- 90 min
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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?
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:
30in 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
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.
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.
time the files were downloaded.
Pictures on Instagram,
updates on Facebook,
I mean, the girl puts
her whole life online,
but unfortunately for you
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.
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?
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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