Bad Match (2017) - full transcript

[orchestral music]

[cracking]

[soft uplifting music]

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[ominous music]

[mid-tempo rock music]

[Rachel] Harris?

You must be Rachel.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

Oh.

Oh, sorry, I'm a hugger.

That's, that's okay.

I'm super awkward at the

beginning of these things.

Oh, well, that is why

they invented alcohol.

Hey, man, uh, could we

get one more scotch,

and for Rachel, a--

wait, wait.

Uh, let me guess.

What are you doing?

Oh, I can sense a

person's drink aura.

I just need a moment of silence.

My drink aura?

[exhales]

[giggles]

Sorry.

Vodka tonic.

Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait, I'm

also seeing tequila shots.

Rach, I don't know about that.

I did not think that.

Far be it from

me to tell a lady no.

Two tequila shots.

Thanks, man.

You don't mess around, huh?

I guess not.

[Harris laughs]

Leaving?

Oh, hey, yeah.

Didn't want to wake you.

I got work in the morning.

Plus, I have self-diagnosed

restless leg syndrome, so.

[Rachel laughs]

But, uh, hey.

[Harris laughs]

I had a lot of fun.

Me too.

All right, sleep tight.

[phone alarm ringing]

[electronica music]

Boom!

Got you again, ShadowMan.

[Shadow] Suck my dick, pussy.

No, come on, man.

It's too early for

that kind of talk.

[Shadow] It's not too early

for your mom to suck my dick.

Eh, clever.

[ShadowMan groans]

Oh, and I win again.

See you next time, Shadow.

Hope you have a

good day in school.

What grade you in again?

[Shadow] You have a

good day being a fag.

Easy with the

homophobia there, kid.

[Shadow] Shut up.

You got it.

Hey.

Hey, morning.

What's up, man?

Mandarin, Jose.

150 likes.

Fuckin' clickbait.

Cute, who's she?

She's my ex.

She used to call blow jobs blowies.

Now she's engaged to

Richard Rodemeier.

This fuckin' bald piece of shit.

Looks like a banker.

What do you think he does?

You think he banks?

Let's have a look.

Pediatric surgeon at Ralph M.

Captain Children's Hospital.

Oh, no.

That's a bummer.

Whatever, man, he still

looks like a piece of shit.

Of that I have no doubt.

You should unfriend her, man.

It's not healthy, you

can drive yourself crazy.

I know, I know, man.

I just can't help it.

Robby, boom.

Harris, Robby, morning.

- Hi.

- Hey, Terri.

The partners and I

made a decision about

the Harry's Auto Insurance spot.

You both had damn good ideas.

But Harris, we're

going with you.

Thanks, Terri.

Well, they're gonna

be here on Wednesday.

You'll be ready

to pitch by then?

Absolutely.

Excellent, keep

up the good work.

You too, Robby.

Better luck next time, Robert.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Think you just got it all

figured out, don't you?

I like to think so, yeah.

[soft rock music]

Linda, 26.

"I like adventure,

whiskey, sarcasm, Jenga."

She's cute, should

I go left or right?

It's your choice, man.

Mm-mm.

It's your profile.

Eh, I pretty much

always swipe right.

Even if you don't like 'em?

That's putting the

cart before the horse.

At this point, it's

just a numbers game.

Say you swipe right

100 times a day, right?

Out of those 100 likes,

you get 20 matches,

out of those 20 matches,

you message 10,

out of those 10, only

a handful message back,

and out of that handful, you

end up meeting up with one.

What that means is, the

more you like initially,

the higher your chances

are of meeting up

with someone later.

- The Tao of swiping.

- [Harris laughs]

I'm gonna swipe right,

here we go.

Boom!

- It's a match. God damn.

- Thank you very much.

Technology, it's

a great thing.

You know, if this was

around when I was single--

Yeah?

[Chuck inhales deeply]

Okay, keep browsing.

Oh!

What about this one?

Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Tzu,

I apologize sincerely.

Okay.

No match.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, it happens.

Oh, you're getting

a text from Lauren.

Uh-huh.

Oh, dear, I gotta split.

Lemme guess.

- Lauren.

- Mm-hmm.

She's another

match I'm guessing?

That is correct.

What happened to the last one?

- What last one?

- Uh, wow.

I guess it's hard to

keep track of both.

I don't know her name,

the last one you saw.

Is that what you

do, you go see them?

- Oh, you mean Rachel.

- Rachel, Rachel.

Yes, she's cool.

Yeah, we had fun.

I just didn't get

the girlfriend vibe.

Oh, okay, what's

the girlfriend vibe?

Well, you know how you felt

when you first met Lydia?

[Chuck] Yeah?

Yeah, well, I felt, not that.

Okay, yeah, I see.

Oh, there she is.

Wait, you had her come here?

[Harris] Yeah, so?

Dude, I thought we

were gonna part ways.

We are.

I'm gonna go to that

table over there.

You're ridiculous.

Hey!

I'm Harris.

This is for you.

Thank you.

Jeez.

Can I get you a drink?

Sure!

Wait, let me guess.

[phone vibrating]

[ominous music]

[phone alarm ringing]

[message alert ringing]

Well, hello.

[ambient office noise]

[sighs]

- 'Sup?

- Yo.

Who is that?

Girl I matched with.

Seems to be really into

Sonic the Hedgehog.

Listen, um, can

you do me a favor?

What's that?

Can we swap dicks

just for tonight?

[upbeat electronica music]

- Guess who?

- Whoa!

Gotcha.

Scared the shit out of me.

Whoops!

You know how to

make an intro, huh?

I tend to just go for the hug.

Is this for me?

Uh, yes, actually.

It's kind of cheesy, but.

Very sweet of you.

Hey there.

- Hi.

- What can I do for you?

Uh, can I get a--

Wait, wait,

wait, let me guess.

I'm seeing, red.

Uh, vodka cranberry.

Oh, my God, yeah.

Wait, I'm also

seeing tequila shots.

Yeah, I love tequila shots.

All right, here we go.

I like your hair,

it's different.

Oh, yeah, I need

to update my pics.

They're like three weeks old.

No, it's cool.

Can I tell you

something embarrassing?

I'd be offended if you didn't.

When I was a little kid,

I got my hair

bleached like Eminem.

- No, you didn't.

- Yeah, I did.

Totally.

Take that secret to the grave.

Yeah.

All right, a vodka cranberry.

Tequila shots.

Thank you, sir.

All right.

Down the hatch.

I haven't thought about

some of these games

since I was a little kid.

I mean, I used to be a huge

Sonic fan back in the day.

Oh, my God, are

you fuckin' serious?

Sonic is like my life.

- You don't say?

- Yeah!

I beat the game once,

no cheat codes.

No, I always

thought Chaos Emeralds

would be a great band name.

That's genius.

Shall we?

Yeah.

[soft rock music]

Oh, my God, I love this song.

What?

Falling Still?

Seriously?

I know these guys.

- Personally.

- No, you don't.

Uh-huh, did the ad

campaign for their new album.

They got a show coming

up, we should go.

I'll get us backstage.

I would fucking love that.

All right.

You know, I knew

we'd get along.

I could tell just

from your profile pic.

I knew.

What's your sign?

Uh, Virgo, I think.

Oh, my God!

I'm a Pisces, we're like

the most compatible signs.

Well, what do you know?

[chuckles]

[phone message ringing]

Oh, fuck.

- What?

- My ex just liked my post.

I'm sorry?

I think he's just

trying to fuck with me.

By liking your, uh--

I have the best idea.

Uh.

Act like you're

having a good time.

Okay.

Oh, my God, that's great.

You're a good actor.

We make a good team.

[moaning]

Hi.

Hey!

Hey.

I'm just gonna head out, okay?

You don't want to sleep over?

I, I got work tomorrow, so.

Well, you can just leave

from here in the morning.

Venice is kinda far

from where I work.

Plus, I gotta shower.

Well, you could

just shower here.

I could, but, you know, gotta

change and everything, so.

I might have a couple of

shirts you could borrow.

Don't worry, they're

my brother's.

It's just a lot

easier if I go home.

What are you doing tomorrow?

Maybe we could do this again?

Uh, yeah.

Oh, no, I've gotta

work on a pitch, but,

call you as soon as I get free?

Maybe this weekend?

Yeah, maybe.

Okay.

All right.

[Riley] Sleep well,

good night.

Don't gamble with

your car insurance.

Still too long.

We're at a casino.

Blackjack table; we

take a look at our hand.

16, the dreaded.

[phone ringing]

Oh, Christ, lemme.

[clears throat]

We're at a casino.

Blackjack table.

[phone ringing]

"Hey, what's up?

"What are you doing?"

Trying to work is

what I'm doing.

We're at a casino,

blackjack table.

[phone vibrating]

Jesus fucking Christ.

Okay.

[phone ringing]

Mm-hmm, shut the fuck up.

[clears throat]

We're at a ca--

[phone vibrating] jeez fuck!

I'm gonna kill this

girl if she doesn't.

Well, hello.

[upbeat rock music]

I brought wine.

♫ Everyone's a victim

♫ Victim every day

♫ Everyone is looking at me

♫ Don't know what they've heard

♫ Hell no

♫ Hell no

[phone vibrating]

Oh, God.

[phone vibrating]

- Hello?

- [Robby] Finally!

Dude, are you in the

hospital or something?

Robby?

The hospital?

What are you.

Holy shit, holy fucking shit!

[Robby] Yeah, dude, you

missed the meeting, man.

Fuck!

God, what happened?

My alarm didn't go off.

[Robbie] Dude,

I don't know, man.

You gotta remember

to set that shit.

Oh, fuck, are

they still there?

Do I have time to--

[Robby] They're gone,

dude, they left.

Oh, my God, what happened?

[Robby] Look,

everything's fine.

They left totally happy.

They had no idea

anything was wrong.

But how?

[Robby] Look, we had

to use my pitch, man.

- We didn't have a choice.

- Fuck!

Why didn't you call me,

man, before the pitch?

[Robby] I literally have

been calling you non-stop.

Why didn't you try again?

[Robby] I tried, dude.

Well, just forget it.

How's Terri?

[Robby] What do

you think, man?

- She's pissed!

- Fuck!

All right, I'm coming in now.

Where the fuck are my shoes?

Is everything okay?

No, no, everything's not okay.

My alarm didn't go

off or something,

I missed my meeting,

and now I don't even know

if I have a job anymore.

Fuck.

I think.

I think I accidentally

shut it off.

- What?

- It woke me up,

and I sort of just hit the

button and fell asleep.

Why would you do that?

I don't know, reflex I guess.

I am so sorry.

Please don't be mad.

No, no, you know what?

It's fine, it's.

- You drive here?

- I took an Uber.

Harris, I'm really,

really sorry.

No, it's fine, I just, uh.

You know, I have to leave,

I don't have time

to drive you, so.

Of course, I'll get an Uber.

Okay, it's gonna be

here in six minutes.

Have you seen my shirt?

Uh, I can't wait that long.

Just leave me here.

I'll go as soon as

the Uber gets here.

Fine, just lock

up when you leave.

Toss my keys.

Harris, I feel really

shitty about this.

I am so sorry.

- Harris?

- Yeah?

Terri wants to see

you in her office.

Yeah.

You wanna explain

what happened?

It was my alarm.

What about it?

I was up late last night

working on the pitch, and

I put my phone on silent

'cause it kept going off,

and when I went to bed

I guess I never turned

the volume back up, so.

when my alarm went off,

I just didn't hear it.

You are aware that they make

actual alarm clocks, right?

I know, it's a

terrible excuse, Terri,

but it's the truth.

You knew how

important today was.

I did.

I'm so sorry.

Do I still have a job?

Yeah, you still

have a job, barely.

But you're off Harry's.

Robby did the pitch,

Robby gets the job.

And I'm gonna need 500 words

on Waldo's Scented

Matches by Friday, got it?

Understood.

[phone vibrating]

- No, I didn't respond.

- [Chuck] Why not?

'Cause she wants

me to lose my job.

What kind of a nut job

shuts off someone's alarm?

Didn't she say

it was an accident?

I don't know.

In my experience, girls who

change their hair all the time

aren't exactly

emotionally stable.

Then why did

you see her again?

Dude, come on, serious?

Yeah, okay, look.

I just think that

this could be a sign.

Yeah, man, I'm

not so interested

in signs right now,

I kinda just wanna chill out,

play some video games,

and go to bed.

All right, all right,

all right, fine, okay.

Look, I'll let you go,

but can I just give you

one little piece of advice?

One little piece of

advice before I go?

Lay it on me, oh great mystic.

Okay, look, I think

that this may be--

What?

Chuck?

Losing you, Chuck?

[muffled music]

[loud rock music]

♫ I pissed away

♫ Every single day

♫ And all my mistakes,

I take the blame

♫ And it feels okay because

♫ I've never

Hey.

Jesus, Riley.

Why are you still...

You didn't answer my texts.

Uh, yeah, no, I'm sorry.

I should've gotten back to you.

[suspenseful music]

I was just trying to

tell you I was sorry

about this morning.

Yeah, sure, yeah, of course.

Just relax, okay?

There's no reason for

anyone to get hurt.

Hurt?

This?

Oh, my God,

I'm cooking dinner.

I'm making chicken stir fry.

I felt so bad about today,

and I wanted to

make it up to you,

so I thought I'd

do something nice

and cook you dinner.

So you broke

into my apartment?

No!

Actually, I never

really left except

for when I went

to go buy groceries.

But, you know.

You could've told me, Riley.

I tried, but you

didn't text me back.

Plus, I thought it would

be a nice surprise.

This was a bad idea,

wasn't it?

Uh, no.

- You think I'm crazy.

- No, I don't.

Ill-advised maybe.

I just, I already ate, and I got

- a bunch of work to do.

- Consider me gone.

This was almost done anyway.

But it smells amazing.

So, tell you what,

I will have it for

lunch tomorrow.

Really?

So this wasn't like

deal-breaker stuff?

No!

Come on.

What's a little breaking and

entering between friends, huh?

[Riley giggles]

Good.

'Cause I think I might

like you, Harris.

I think I might like you too.

Okay, let me get

out of your hair.

I'll just get my stuff,

and good luck with work.

Uh, I'll text you later?

Okay, bye.

[sighs]

I think I might like you.

to never talk to me again.

Hey, Shadow, is it

possible you got worse

since we last played?

[Shadow] I've been busy.

Let me guess, fucking my mom?

[Shadow] No,

fucking your sister!

[rapid gunfire]

You have, like,

other insults, right?

Creative ones?

[Shadow] Suck my dick.

[pinging]

"Hi, baby, how are you?

"What are you doing?"

Oh, there he goes.

[phone ringing]

Gotta be kidding me.

[Shadow] What's the matter?

Don't like getting

your ass kicked?

I wasn't talking

to you, ShadowMan.

[Shadow] Yeah, right.

Actually dealing with a girl!

Ever had a girlfriend before?

[Shadow] Yeah!

I'm not talking

about the body pillow

you sleep with at night,

I'm talking about a

real live human girl.

[Shadow] I don't

have a body pillow.

You should get one.

It's gonna be a long

time before any girl

not stuffed with goose down

wants to sleep with you, so.

Wait, Shadow, you.

Oh, he quit?

Well.

Guess he had enough.

[phone vibrating]

Hey.

I'm gonna go down to

the shooting stage

if you wanna roll.

Uh-huh, yeah, one sec.

Is that that girl again?

Fourth time today,

it's not even noon.

Maybe it's important.

Trust me, it's not.

- Uh, Harris?

- Yeah?

I've got a call for you.

Can you take a message?

Uh, well, it's your mom.

She said it's urgent.

My mom?

Should call my cell.

Dude, I'm right behind you.

- Mom?

- Harris.

- Mom, is that you?

- There's been an accident.

- Mom, you sound kinda--

- I peed my pants.

- Who is?

- [Riley laughs]

- Riley?

- [Riley] Got you!

- How'd you get this number?

- [Riley] Online!

You weren't answering your cell.

So I just figured--

I wasn't answering my

cell 'cause I'm at work.

Look, I have to go,

they're shooting a spot,

- I'm gonna be late.

- Just a second.

It's important.

Fine, what is it?

[Riley] The Falling

Still concert is tonight.

You called me at my

office to see if I want

to go to a concert with you?

[Riley] Well, you said

that you would take me

when they come to town.

Yeah, you know what,

it's kind of short notice.

Look, Riley, I've

gotta go, okay?

[Riley] Maybe we could

do something else then?

Like, dinner and a movie?

Yeah, you know what,

I think I'm just

gonna take it easy tonight, so.

[Riley] So, maybe

just Netflix and chill?

I could bring wine?

Yeah, I'm not

feeling so great.

[coughs]

So I'm just gonna stay

home and get to bed early,

but we'll hang out soon.

- Okay?

- [Riley] Okay.

- Feel better.

- Okay, I will.

Thank you.

Oh, shit.

[upbeat music]

[metal clangs]

What the fuck, guy?

Sorry, everyone.

[Director] All right,

let's go again.

[rock music]

[Lydia] It's

called oil pulling.

Oil pulling?

Yeah, you swish

coconut oil in your mouth

for 10 minutes every day.

It's supposed to be

really good for you.

Yeah, I don't see how

that could possibly be true.

It's true!

Uh-huh.

See, it says right here:

"Swishing with coconut oil

for 10 minutes every day

"will strengthen gum and

help fight tooth decay."

Yeah, okay, but look

at the name of the site.

All right, that doesn't

sound like the most

reputable site to me,

I'm sorry, it's true.

Yeah, but look

at the comments.

Everyone says it works.

Comments?

Anyone can write.

I have an article

right here which says

that oil pulling has no

proven effect on oral health.

Oh, yeah?

And what site is that?

Oh, my God, yeah.

Totally better.

- Most trustworthy source.

- What?

It's--

Oh, my god, you've

gotta be kidding me.

[Lydia] What's up?

It's this girl,

she's obsessed.

I mean, she's certifiable.

I'm just glad I

don't have any pets.

- [Chuck] Oh, come on.

- I'm serious!

Man, okay.

She called me today.

[gasps] No!

She is insane!

Did she use a landline?

Arm yourself, Harris.

This is all a joke

to you guys now,

but when I'm found dead,

I hope you think about this,

and it makes you very, very sad.

Okay, Harris, I'll bite.

How can we help you?

I wish I knew.

Here's an idea.

Stop fucking every

girl you meet online.

I'm serious!

This girl, what's her name?

- Riley.

- Riley.

Did you ever actually

wanna date Riley?

Or did you just use

her because you thought

she'd be an easy lay?

Okay, I didn't use anybody.

Mm-hmm.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but the order of

events seems to be

you met her, you fucked

her, you ignored her.

What does that

sound like to you?

Chuck, a little help?

Uh, yeah, uh, look.

I think that she

has a point, Harris.

I mean, look, it doesn't

seem like you want

anything more from

these girls

other than to just,

you know, have sex.

Okay, okay, 'cause

you two have been

out of the game for so long,

let me give you a

little refresher.

Nobody is doing this shit

because they're in

search of true love.

They may say they are,

but they're lying.

- [Lydia] And what do they want?

- They want to meet someone,

get laid, and bring their boring

lives a little excitement.

It's like going to a

bar on a Friday night

minus everything that sucks

about a bar on a Friday night.

Or maybe that's what you want.

Ever thought about that?

Or were you just too busy

thinking about yourself?

Okay.

You know what?

You're right.

I screwed up, I admit it.

Thank you!

I screwed up by being

a slave to my genitals

and sleeping with the

same lunatic twice

against my better judgment.

- [Riley] Harris?

- Riley?

I thought you

said you were sick.

Uh, how long have you

been standing there?

[Riley] Who's Lydia?

Okay, uh, you know what?

We should step outside.

How did you know where I was?

Some girl named Lydia

checked you in on Facebook.

Who is she?

Um, Lydia is my best

friend's girlfriend.

Chuck, Lydia, this is Riley.

- Hey.

- Hi.

So you're not sick?

Uh, I was feeling,

but, you know, I

kind of felt better--

Oh, God, just stop it, Harris.

You think because

I'm some lunatic

you can lie to me

and I'll believe you?

Heard that, huh?

You said you liked me.

Yeah, yeah,

totally, you're great.

You don't give a

shit about me, do you?

You just wanted to make

your boring, little life

a little more exciting,

is that it?

Or was it my life

that was boring?

Okay, can we just,

can we just calm down?

You think I'm

just some fuck toy

you can have

your way with

and never call again,

is that it?

Whoa, just relax, all right?

I never meant to

hurt your feelings.

Oh, I'm sure you didn't.

I'm sure you never thought

about my feelings at all,

did you?

Did you, you fucking

piece of shit?

You fucking asshole.

Riley!

You can fuck off

and die, Harris.

Way to go, Lydia.

[rock music]

Sorry.

[crickets chirping]

[foreboding music]

[woman shrieks]

[maniacal laughter]

[suspenseful music]

Hello?

[clattering]

If anybody's in here,

I'm calling the police.

[creaking]

Hello?

[Riley] We were supposed

to be together forever.

Riley?

If I can't have you,

no one can.

[screaming]

[phone alarm ringing]

[ominous music]

[Chuck] That's why it's good to

have a good woman

to go home to, you know?

Someone who could rub your feet.

[Harris] Oh, shut up.

[Chuck] All right, man,

I'll see you.

[Harris] Yeah, dude,

my keys are in your pack.

[Chuck] Oh, yeah.

I guess you will

be needing those.

[Harris] I will

be needing those.

[Chuck] Keys.

[Harris] Mm-hmm, thank you.

[Chuck] So, I mean do

you want this phone or--

[Harris] Ah, you can

keep that, that's fine.

[Chuck] All right, man,

I'll see you.

[Harris] All right,

see you, man.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

[Chuck] What?

[Harris] Riley, she's

still harassing me.

She was texting me the whole

time we were up hiking.

[Chuck] Whoa, what she say?

[Harris] I don't know,

man, I'm not gonna read 'em.

I'm gonna delete 'em, gonna

block her, and move on.

[Chuck] Oh, no,

no, no, come on, man.

It's not like you gotta respond.

Hey, hey, I'm curious.

- Oh, you're curious?

- Yeah.

[Harris] Please,

go right ahead.

Have fun, just delete

'em when you're done.

[Chuck] This is like

the highlight of my life.

She says Bye.

[Harris] Oh, well,

finally, she gets it.

[Chuck] Bye!

[laughs]

Whoa.

Whoa, you might

wanna look at this.

[Harris] Dude, I

honestly just don't care.

[Chuck] No, no, no, Harris.

I'm serious.

[Harris] What the fuck?

She's not trying

to say she's gonna,

she's gonna kill herself?

[Chuck] Yeah, that's

what it looks like.

[Harris] Oh, come on, this

is just fucking ridiculous, no.

[Chuck] Whoa, whoa,

you're not concerned?

[Harris] No, man!

Why should I be?

She's just trying

to get my attention.

[Chuck] Okay, that

doesn't mean she's lying.

[Harris] Dude, come on.

Who sends a suicide

note by text?

[Chuck] Well, I read

about this woman in Taiwan

who live streamed her suicide.

This stuff happens.

Hey.

- What, there's more, right?

- There's a video.

[Chuck] Okay.

- Oh, wow.

- [Harris] What the fuck?

No, no, no, I mean, come on.

Say this is real, what the fuck

am I supposed to do about it?

- You gotta help her.

- Help her?

She's not my

responsibility, man!

[Chuck] Come on, you

can't be serious, Harris.

[Harris]

Fuck, just, fuck!

[Chuck] Look, just call 911.

[Harris] I'm not

calling 911, man.

This is a fucking prank--

[Chuck] No, then call her.

[Harris] No, that's

what she wants.

That's exactly what

she wants me to do.

[Chuck] Okay, so let

her die, let her die

just so you don't

have to see her again.

[Harris] No one's gonna die!

This is a fuck!

You know what, fine.

You know what?

I'll call her and you'll see.

It's ringing.

- Harris?

- Riley?

Stop messing around.

[Riley] Harris, is that you?

[Harris] Yes,

you got me to call.

Now, Riley, just stop.

[Riley] I'm tired.

[Harris] Riley,

stop messing around.

[Riley] I just wanted to

hear your voice one last time.

Riley, please, come

on, just stop it,

it's not funny.

Riley?

Riley?

Riley, is this for real?

- [Riley] Bye, Harris.

- No, wait, wait.

Riley, what did you take

and when did you take it?

[Riley] Pills.

Pills from my dad's back

surgeries, and whiskey--

All right, Riley,

stay where you are.

I'm gonna call 9-1-1.

[Riley] No.

Riley, I'm calling

the ambulance.

What's your address?

[Riley]

No ambulance, you come.

Fine, fine.

I'll come.

Riley, what's your address?

Riley, Riley, talk to me!

[Riley] 1738 Palm Drive,

apartment four.

Okay, I'm coming.

All right, man, I gotta go.

- All right.

- I'll call you!

- Yeah, let me know.

- Yeah.

Riley!

Riley!

Where the fuck are you?

Riley, talk to me.

Fuck!

Riley?

Riley, please.

Oh, my God.

Oh, shit.

What the fuck?

Come on, come on.

Where's the fucking pulse?

Oh, thank God, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on!

Come on, fucking come on.

Come on, Riley, think of--

[Riley giggles]

What the fuck?

Gotcha.

You've gotta be

fucking kidding me.

This is a prank?

Yeah, a fucking good one.

[Riley laughing]

You should see your

face right now.

How does it feel, Harris?

To be made a fool of.

Shitty?

[glass shattering]

What the fuck

is wrong with you?

You're a fucking psycho, Riley.

Never contact me again.

[shouting]

Fuck!

[panting]

Dude, what happened

to your hand?

Fuck, just, um, nothing.

Just cut it.

How?

Cooking.

You cook?

Dude, you goose, I

didn't know you cooked.

What'd you make?

Dude, don't you

have work to do?

Harris!

Man, I was just asking.

I need to see you in

my office right now.

- Would you, please?

- All right.

[Robby sighs]

Shut the door.

Have a seat.

You're in charge of the

CCG Twitter account, right?

Yeah.

You sent out a series

of tweets last night.

Series of tweets?

Uh.

Okay.

"This company is retarded."

"My co-workers are retarded."

"My boss is retarded."

"I'm sick of working

around so many retards."

And it goes on like this.

You want me to keep going?

Is this a joke?

I don't know, you tell me.

No?

I'm sorry, Terri, I'm

very confused right now.

Me too.

You don't actually

think I wrote those?

The tweets came

from your account.

Yeah, but I didn't write them.

Then who was it?

Riley.

You gotta be shitting me.

- Excuse me?

- No, sorry, not you.

Uh, I know who's responsible

for this, I can fix it.

Even if you didn't write them,

it's not quite that simple.

What do you mean?

Shit.

Are you all right, man?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I can help you.

Will you, shit!

Just fuck it.

[Robby] Don't you

want your stuff?

[brooding music]

[phone trilling]

[Riley] Hi, you've

reached Riley's phone.

Goddammit!

Riley!

Fuck.

[phone trilling]

[Riley] Hi, you've

reached Riley's phone.

Leave a message after the beep

or just be a normal

person and text me.

Enough is enough, Riley,

you have to call me back.

This isn't a fucking

joke anymore.

Call me back, now!

[phone vibrating]

Riley?

[Man] This is

credit card services.

Goddammit!

[knocking]

Just a minute!

- You Harris Kroller?

- Yeah.

We have a court order

to search the premises.

What do you mean, like

a--like a search warrant?

What?

Yeah, exactly,

where's your computer?

Uh, it's right there.

What the, what the

fuck are you doing?

Guys, could you just--

You want to tell Detective

Rich where your laptop is?

I know you got a laptop.

Well, guys, what

is going on here?

I'm sorry, but.

What's going on is

we need to have a look

at your computer, your laptop,

your telephone, your Xbox,

anything you had access

to the internet with.

What, why?

[Detective Rich] Why don't

you hand me that bottle

you got there.

Listen, just take a seat,

take a seat, relax.

[tense music]

Look, where's the laptop,

just tell us.

You know we can legally tear

this place apart from top--

It is in the bedroom, I think.

I don't.

Could you?

What the fuck?

Wait, wait, possession

of child pornography?

- What?

- Got it.

No, this has to be some

kind of giant mistake.

I don't have any child porn.

[Detective Dean] Yeah,

well, an IP address

matching the one

from this apartment

was flagged last

night for downloading

over five gigabytes

of illegal data

from servers that

we monitor, so.

But, no, I didn't download

any child porn last night.

I got drunk and fell asleep

on my couch, that's it.

So you were here last night?

- Yeah, but--

- Found it.

In a folder marked Private.

No, that's impossible.

You're lying.

Hey, take it easy.

You're under arrest.

You're under arrest for the

possession of child pornography.

You have the right

to remain silent.

I would recommend

that you use it.

Okay.

Hello.

You are Harris Kroller?

Phew.

[sighs]

My name is Ronald Dale

and I will be your lawyer.

I took a look at your case,

you got a clean record,

which is good.

So, if we plead guilty--

I didn't do anything.

I'm being set up.

By whom?

A girl, her name

is Riley Miller.

Or, I don't know, that

could be a lie too,

come to think of it.

[Ronald]

You don't know her name?

I know her address.

[Ronald] She's

your ex-girlfriend?

No, that crazy bitch?

No fuckin' way.

Met her online and now she

wants revenge or something.

- What for?

- I don't know.

For not being madly

in love with her?

I'm telling you, this girl

is certifiably insane.

Has she been in your home

or had access to your computer

within the last 48 hours?

No.

[Ronald] Does she

have hacking skills?

She got into my

Twitter account

and posted a bunch of

tweets that got me fired.

All right, and you

have proof of this?

I, no.

Oh, well, either way,

figuring out a Twitter password

and hacking into an IP address

are two wildly

different skill sets.

Besides, the files were found

on your local hard drive,

which means the hacker

would have had to gain

remote access to

your computer, so--

Yeah, I don't

know how she did it,

but I'm telling

you it wasn't me.

Okay, write down

her name and address

and I will look into it.

But I'm gonna level

with you, Harris,

what you're claiming is

gonna be very hard to prove

without a confession.

If this goes to trial

and you're convicted,

you're looking at

serious jail time.

If you plead guilty,

there's a very strong chance

I can get you off

with just a fine.

[Harris] Which would be what?

I don't know.

Numbers could be

50, could be 100.

Thousand?

Better than five years

in a federal prison.

Holy fuck.

This cannot be happening.

Well, it is.

We go before a judge

by the end of the week.

If we don't have anything real

to back up your claims by then,

I strongly suggest

pleading guilty.

Now, is there anyone that

you can call to bail you out?

Uh.

I don't have my phone,

I don't know anyone's numbers.

I could send a Facebook message.

[soft music]

♫ So lately been wondering

♫ Who will be there

to take my place

♫ When I'm gone

[Bartender] Last

call for alcohol!

Harris!

What, what?

♫ Shadows on your face

I think maybe

you've had enough.

Let me take you home.

Home.

My home is either

gonna be a jail cell

or a fuckin' park bench,

because my life is ruined.

And all for what, 'cause some

psychotic bitch felt spurned.

There's gotta be

something you can do, right?

♫ Way up high or down low

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.

♫ Well I hope there's

someone out there

♫ Who can bring me back to you

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 fucking 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 fuckin' go, Chuck.

♫ And bring me back to you

♫ If I could

[knocking]

Riley?

Riley, it's Harris.

[Riley] What do you want?

I just want to talk to you.

[Riley] 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...

[scoffs]

I'm just a selfish asshole

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

fucked up I was.

Well.

You're welcome, I guess.

You wanna hug it out?

[laughs]

You know me, I'm a hugger.

Sure.

Well, I'll let

you get some sleep.

Thanks for letting me talk.

[ominous music]

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.

[Riley laughs]

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.

[Riley laughs]

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.

[Riley screams]

Stop!

Just shut up!

Why are you doing this?

Why do you want to ruin my life?

[Harris grunting]

[Riley screaming]

[Roommate] 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.

[Riley whimpering]

[Ronald] Harris,

it's Ronald Dale.

What the hell did

you do last night?

Nothing, I was home all night.

[Ronald] You're lying.

You were at that woman's

place last night, Miller?

How the hell do you know that?

[Ronald] 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.

[Ronald] 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.

[Ronald] 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?

[intense music]

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.

[tense music]

All right, let's do this.

Come on, Riley, where are you?

Where are you?

There you are.

[phone vibrating]

That's it.

Do some swiping.

I know you want to find

some other guy to terrorize.

[phone chimes]

[Harris laughs]

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.

[phone chimes]

"I'll be at the Virgil,

you should drop by."

Mm, yes.

I'll be there.

Shit.

♫ No time to come

♫ Your race is run

♫ No time to shine

♫ All cloaked in gloom

♫ You broke too soon

♫ And left behind too late

[phone vibrating]

♫ Why do you wait

♫ To see the golden gate

♫ The many hearts we found

♫ Would not be hard

[rock music]

♫ My girl says so

♫ Got a style

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.

[techno hip hop music]

[techno music]

That guy Robby's here.

I'm gonna go meet him.

[muffled shrieking]

Riley.

Riley, relax.

Riley, calm down.

Riley, for God's sake.

I told you to fuckin' 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.

[panting]

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?

[phone vibrating]

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?

[Harris clears throat]

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

we weren't gonna do this.

I'm cooperating, I just

don't know what you want.

Just stop!

For fuck's sake,

enough of your games.

Just tell the fucking truth

for once in your life.

Okay, okay.

I'll confess, to everything.

[panting]

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?

[Harris laughs]

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?

[Riley] Yeah.

Great.

Go ahead.

- Wait.

- What? What, Riley?

For fuck'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.

[panting]

It's just, this won't work.

Why?

Why the fuck 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.

- [Riley] 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 shit 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 fucking 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.

Shit.

My hands are so wet.

Can I have another paper towel?

Oh.

[Riley grunts]

[grunting, shrieking]

[sputtering]

[dramatic music]

[Riley shrieks]

[coughing]

Goddammit!

Fuckin' bitch!

Goddammit.

Riley!

Riley, where the fuck are you?

God.

[panting]

Riley!

[panting]

Riley!

[panting]

[Riley screaming]

[Harris grunting]

You think you can get

away from me that easy,

you crazy bitch?

Huh?

Goddammit.

[grunting]

You call me crazy.

[grunting, shrieking]

[panting]

[whimpering]

Hello?

Help!

[whimpering]

Help me!

[grunting]

Help!

[shrieking]

Hello!

Help, please!

Please!

[panting]

[gasps]

[tense music]

You stabbed me.

[labored breathing]

Riley.

Why didn't you just confess?

[phone vibrating and ringing]

Hello?

[Ronald] 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?

[Ronald] Uh-oh, are you drunk?

Harris, listen to

me very carefully.

You're off the hook.

[Harris] What?

[Ronald] 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?

- [Harris] Keenan?

[Ronald] 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 fuckin' 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.

[soft music]

♫ I was drifting

♫ Into dreaming

♫ And I saw something

♫ I hadn't seen before

♫ Two young ladies

♫ I hadn't seen

since high school

♫ Holding a piece of me

♫ Inside a plastic jar

♫ And there was a

hook attached to it

♫ And they were

attached at the hip

♫ I was driving on vacation

♫ And I saw something

♫ I hadn't seen in years

♫ The man was seizing

♫ On the pavement flailing

♫ And I did nothing

♫ A white-dressed

woman carried him off

♫ I didn't lift a finger

♫ I didn't stop my car

♫ I just kept on driving

♫ I didn't help that man at all

♫ And I hope he forgives me.

[low dark music]