I'm sat on the steps of the Thrombey mansion, crying softly. Everything is too much, the detective showing up, the family arguing and Fran leaving I feel sick, I tried to lie but it's hard. Harlans plan is working but it's ridiculous so far. And I can't believe I killed him still. I wipe my tear off my cheek and look up to see a car pull in. A sports car. You're home. Fuck.