Bad Match Page #6

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we weren't gonna do this.

I'm cooperating, I just

don't know what you want.

Just stop!

For f***'s sake,

enough of your games.

Just tell the f***ing truth

for once in your life.

Okay, okay.

I'll confess, to everything.

Yes, finally.

Thank you.

All right, just

don't hurt me, please.

I won't, okay, here we go.

All right, I want you to

look straight in the camera

and when I tell you to,

start talking.

Well, wait, aren't you gonna

take me to the police station?

Oh, yeah, so you can just

start lying to the cops

the second you walk

through the door?

No, Riley, it has

to be like this.

What do you want me to say?

Don't be difficult, Riley.

I'm not, I just,

I'm, I'm nervous

and I don't want to

miss anything, okay?

Fine.

Tell them about

how we first met.

Tell them how you

hounded me incessantly,

how you stalked me,

and then when you discovered

that we weren't gonna

be together forever,

how you took your revenge.

You hacked into my Twitter

account, you got me fired,

and then, and this is

the most important part,

tell them how you somehow

remotely downloaded

five gigs of child

pornography onto my computer,

which could get me sent to

prison for half a decade.

Harris, I.

Okay, I'll.

I'll say all of that.

Thank you.

Are you ready?

Yeah.

Great.

Go ahead.

- Wait.

- What? What, Riley?

For f***'s sake, I know this

is gonna be hard on you,

just, you don't

really have a choice.

I want to confess to everything.

It's just, this won't work.

Why?

Why the f*** not?

Because look at me, Harris,

I'm a crying mess and

I'm tied to a chair.

It looks like I'm,

like I'm kidnapped.

Can't do anything about that.

- You could untie me.

- I don't think so.

Wait, just listen.

You could untie me and I

could wash up in the bathroom

and then I could film the video,

I could, I could make,

like, an Instagram video

where I'm bragging about

how I screwed up your life

and then, and then you

could show that to the cops

and I'll, I'll confess to

everything at the police station

and it'll seem totally

real, you know?

Why?

Why would you do that?

Because,

you got me.

You won.

I give up.

You're just clever.

This is exactly the kind of

clever sh*t you pulled on me.

It's a gift, I guess.

Fine.

There's a bathroom

attached to the stage.

It'll work, I swear.

Riley, don't try

a f***ing thing.

I want you to tell me

what you're gonna say.

Anything you want.

Can you get me some

paper towels please?

Should talk about how,

should talk about how stupid

I am, how you tricked me,

but don't use my name,

it can't feel staged.

Okay, got it.

I think I'm ready.

Sh*t.

My hands are so wet.

Can I have another paper towel?

Oh.

Goddammit!

F***in' b*tch!

Goddammit.

Riley!

Riley, where the f*** are you?

God.

Riley!

Riley!

You think you can get

away from me that easy,

you crazy b*tch?

Huh?

Goddammit.

You call me crazy.

Hello?

Help!

Help me!

Help!

Hello!

Help, please!

Please!

You stabbed me.

Riley.

Why didn't you just confess?

Hello?

Jesus Christ, Harris.

I've been trying to

reach you all night.

It's Ronald Dale, your lawyer.

Where the hell have you been?

Huh?

Uh-oh, are you drunk?

Harris, listen to

me very carefully.

You're off the hook.

What?

Yeah, you were right, sort of.

Turns out you were hacked,

but not by that girl.

By some 15-year-old

kid named Keenan.

Gil Keenan from

Colorado Springs.

- Heard of him?

- Keenan?

Yeah, you probably know him

from his online name, ShadowMan.

Apparently you mocked

him on some video game.

Can you believe that?

His mom caught him, made

him 'fess up to everything.

I got the call yesterday

and I've been trying

to call you ever since.

You're off the hook,

Harris, you're a free man.

Go celebrate!

Hello?

Harris?

Are you there?

Hello?

Hey, you.

What are you doing out here?

Jesus, what the hell happened?

Holy f***in' Christ.

Get your hands where

I can see 'em, now!

I need backup at 3421

Empire Boulevard.

Got a maniac here.

He killed some poor girl.

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