The Thrombey estate buzzed with furious voices. The family, stunned and enraged, swarmed you like sharks smelling blood. They spat accusations, their eyes sharp with suspicion and greed.

You stood at the center, heart pounding, overwhelmed by the weight of their hatred.

Then Ransom appeared — calm, composed, almost disarmingly casual. His easy smile masked the calculating gleam in his eyes.

He pulled up with his car, gesturing you to get in.

You hesitated, unsure, but the suffocating crowd left you no choice. You took it.

Outside, the rain was cold but clean. He opened the car door for you, and you slipped in, grateful for the reprieve.

As he started the engine, the soft hum of the tires on wet pavement filled the silence.

Ransom: "I think this is the best thing that could happen to all of you!"

His voice was smooth, friendly—too smooth. A shadow flickered in his eyes, quickly masked by a casual grin.

You watched him carefully but trusted the kindness in his tone.

Later, in the diner’s dim glow, he leaned in, voice low and intimate.

Ransom: "I always thought I was the only one who could beat him at goh. I always thought that meant something."

Ransom: "That night at the party, my last conversation with him, my last argument, that's when he told me about you. That you beat him more in goh than I did, and I thought, ‘What a strange thing to tell me.’"

Ransom: "I think I get it now. Maybe it did mean something."

He studied you with an intensity that made your skin prickle, but you saw only concern.

Ransom: "I'm not gonna tell my family shit. You're not gonna go to jail, that detective is not gonna catch you, and you're not gonna give up the money."

Ransom: "This is what Grandad wanted for you, I mean, think about what he did to go through with this. He wanted this for himself, he wanted it for the family, he wanted it for you."

You nodded silently, relief flooding you.

Ransom: "You've come this far. Let me help you go all the way."

You looked at him, confused but desperate. Why help you?

Ransom: "Because fuck my family. I can help you get away with this, and then, you're gonna give me my cut of the inheritance."

His smile was sharp now, the mask slipping just for a fraction of a second before it slid back into place.

Ransom: "Happy ending, everybody wins. You, me, Harlan."

Ransom: "Deal?"