Well, we’ve somehow made it through a whole season of The Shards. We’ve cried, we’ve laughed, we’ve admired the smoldering beauty of Kaia Gerber and Homer Gere, we’ve wondered what exactly happened to Ivy Wolk in that basement cage, and now it’s time for the Season 1 finale. Let’s dive in, shall we?

“One of the most intimate ways to kill someone is to push them from a great height.”

I’m always saying this.

Wes Bentley! Nooooo!

My god, that wig in slow-motion descent.

#WhoPushedTerry?

(Yes, that was a #WhoBitAmabella? reference.)

Honestly, I hope it was Liz.

Or Debbie?

Okay, so Robert clearly did it.

At the end of the day…a bad guy died. Whatever.

Debbie’s tied-up white oxford shirt is so proto-Britney circa “Baby One More Time.”

“Fuck Faye Dunaway.”

Not too much on Faye now, diva!

“Some information has come across my pink princess desk that could absolutely be your downfall.”

I love Revenge Debbie.

What does she know?!?

Do Susan and Thom go anywhere except the Hamburger Hamlet?

Thom kind of reminds me of Silas from Weeds (sad blond teen).

Sorry…why wasn’t everyone afraid of the Trawler before this?

I’m kind of afraid of the Trawler, and he (or she…?) is fictional!

Did people say “Now more than ever” in 1981?

Is Liz dead?!????????????

Oop, horse head in the bed.

Debbie’s prize horse, I assume.

Had The Godfather come out yet?

Okay, yes, almost a decade prior, LOL.

I’m not a film buff, okay?

Klonopin already existed in the ’80s?

“If the Klonopin isn’t working, it’s because it worked too well, too often.” A sad truth!

“My husband is a homosexual…my daughter hates me…there’s a serial killer targeting the glamorous.” LMAO.

“I do all your coverage and all your dirty work.” Sorry, but that sounds like every Hollywood assistant job.

I want a “tanning butler.”

I mean, I wear SPF 100 and giant hats and avoid the sun religiously, but a managed glow would be nice!

I am becoming extremely afraid of Debbie.

And I kind of love it?

Ahhh, who’s trying to kill Susan?

Wait, was it Thom?

Was it…not Thom?

“Never say no to a hot tub” is a good policy, but maybe not in this specific milieu.

A lot of chemistry between Homer Gere and Igby Rigby (or whatever), I must say.

“You’re a sad, little novelist with writer’s block.” Get my ass, Robert!

See you in hell, Terry!

Loving the shiny ’80s dresses I’m seeing in the background of this party scene.

Incredible final needle drop.

And incredible final trench coat on Liz.

Matched to her lipstick, no less.

Well, that was fun!

Sort of!