Badder Ben: The Final Chapter

Boo!

Jesus...

Fucking Christ, Jacquie!

Is anyone around?

- Let's just get this over with, all right?

All right, you scared?

- Yeah, we're about to break into that

fucking house where that bald, fat guy

with the Jersey accent died.

Yeah, I'm a little scared, all right?

All right, it's gonna be cool.

All right.

I'm going in.

Okay, let's hurry up.

All right.

Oh, flashlight?

It's somewhere on me.

Schmiddy?

What?

It's in your hand.

Oh shit, this flashlight.

Yeah.

Okay.

Slow down! Slow down!

Sorry.

All right, let me help you.

I'm okay.

All right?

Yeah.

Just be careful, all right?

Don't even worry.

It's so calm here.

Considering every that happened,

it's kinda weird.

Where is she going?

Jacquie!

What?

Shut up, Schmiddy!

Okay, shutting up.

- I feel like I should be sensing

something right now.

What's this?

Hello?

Matt?

Rachel?

Ben?

Hmm.

Ah!

There you are.

All right.

Did you get it?

Yeah.

Better get out of here.

Any activity in there?

No.

Okay.

All right, let's check out this footage.

- I think you're gonna like what you're gonna see.

I really like that chair.

Kinda feel like I've seen this already though.

You haven't seen this one.

Just wait.

All right, impress me.

Let me see.

I hear something.

Mhmm.

Where's that coming from?

There he is.

No way.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Tom Fuckin' Riley.

What the hell?

Okay.

This is incredible.

I mean,

the cloud recorder was full.

Is that what they told us?

How did you get the footage?

Yeah, the cloud recorder was full.

Yeah.

However,

I remember this guy telling the previous owners of the house

that there's onboard memory

in the event of a power outage.

So the camera keeps recording.

Yeah?

- So, I broke into the house and I stole that camera.

Nice.

Of course, as your boss,

I can not condone you breaking and entering.

Yeah.

So, good job.

Schmiddy, cut out the part where she breaks and enters.

Fuck no.

If I'm breaking the law, I'm getting street cred for it.

- Plus, I don't think anyone's going to care.

All right, sounds good.

So, we know he's alive.

Mhmm.

The big question is,

where the hell is he?

Ah!

I have more.

She has more.

Yeah.

Check this out.

How you doing, Tom?

Tom?

Not Tom Riley.

Eagle Mart.

I know that place.

Mhmm.

Okay?

Okay.

All right.

Thank you.

Okay,

so I hacked in to all the non-password protected cameras,

surrounded cameras with in a five mile radius,

and for facial recognition.

I found this.

No way.

Yeah way.

He got fat.

Schmiddy, shut up.

The goatee helps.

Jacquie, you're incredible.

It's Tom!

Tom Riley!

Okay,

so we know he's alive.

Mhmm.

The big question us, where is he?

Okay,

so, we talked to the guy who runs that convenience store.

Pete.

And he told us that Tom comes in

about three times a week,

first thing in the morning,

so Schmiddy and I set up camp in the parking lot

and waited for him.

And?

David,

we got him.

No way.

Now what?

I'm here at the house on Steelmanville Road,

waiting for Jacquie to arrive

with Tom Riley.

It's actually a really nice house when you think about it.

Set out in the woods.

Peaceful.

Quiet.

Kind of a shame about what happened here.

Here they come now.

Where's the money?

What? What's wrong?

He wants to know where the money is.

I have the money.

I can give him the money.

Give me the money, Dave.

I can give him.

No.

Trust me.

Fine. Take the money.

He trusts me.

So just let me handle this.

Can you just give him space?

Give him space.

Mr. Riley, it's a pleasure to meet you!

Oh my God, Jesus Christ, Dave!

Okay?

We have a PTSD situation here.

Hey, it's okay.

I paid him.

My God.

Okay.

It's okay, Tom.

You can do this.

Schmiddy, can you shut the door?

No! No! No! No!

Tom!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Where's my money?!

Sorry about scarring you back there.

I didn't mean to.

It's okay.

I'm just a little freaked out being back here,

that's all.

- You know, I admire your courage, Tom.

Courage?

That's what you're calling this? Courage?

Yeah.

I'm surprised you agreed to do this, frankly.