Maybe we should take him out, then. I mean, I know you two have been tight in the past, but if I'm honest, it doesn't bother me. Meow. Saucer of milk at table three, please.

[muffled grunting]

[growling]

[tiger roars] Right, let me just get this straight in my head. Um… [clears throat] The painting belongs to Cico. He has his mate inflate the price, so we end up paying over the odds for it. Then they hire some likely lads to pinch it, so we never get the chance to give it to Marco. And the reason they did that is because the entire enterprise is invention. Marco had no idea about the painting. Cico's been playing us from the beginning. And we have to be certain, before we go in all guns blazing on foreign soil. There could be an alternative. What are you suggesting, Captain? There might be a way of turning the snake into a ladder.

[dice rattling]

[chuckling]

[blows]

[gentle classical music playing] Aw, biscuits. It's like I've got no luck with the dice. It's not about luck, Jimmy. It's a combination of science and art. That's why I'm losing, then. Because I'm good at the science bit, but I get a little lost in the art. Do you want to play again? Um, no, I think I need to go to bed, actually. I'm still so tired from last night. I drank way too much. Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. Um, I hope the drink didn't affect any of the choices you made. I mean, regarding me, sort of thing. Don't worry, Jimmy. I… I would have made the same choice about you, drunk or sober. That's good to know. In fact, um, do you want to go upstairs with me now, and we can talk about it some more? Okay. Sure. Might be time for me to turn in as well. As long as you're not still sulking. I'm not sulking, I'm processing. The outcome, of course, is a foregone conclusion. There's nothing on this earth that will keep me from you and our beautiful boy. I just need to process it. Well, let's process it in bed together, then. Hmm. You're right. Well, wasn't that just the most stunningly romantic wedding you could ever have imagined? Stunning. Do you, Geoffrey Seacombe, want to dance with me, Sabrina née Hamilton?

[both laugh] I do.

[laughs]

["O Sole Mio" playing]

[music fades] I don't get it, Suze. I know Dad loves an aristocrat, but 100 mil, it's a punch number. I thought the Duke was out anyway. Well, for whatever reason, our glorious patriarch has decided to hold on to him. My real concern is where that leaves you and me. Back to how it was, no? You ever noticed a certain shifting of our father's affections, then? A tilt of the access of power that will inevitably end with the Duke on top of the pile, handing down orders to you and I, his obedient lieutenants. No. Dad would never do that. As much as it pains me to say it, he doesn't hold us in the same regard as the Duke. In what way? Well, as far as he's concerned, I'm just a bird. And you're, well, thick.

[scoffs] You think I'm thick? No. You're not thick, Jack. You're wise. And wisdom beats intelligence any day of the week, especially in this game. Maybe we should take him out, then. I mean, I know you two have been tight in the past, but if I'm honest, it doesn't bother me. Meow. Saucer of milk at table three, please. I'm being serious. He's always scheming. He tried to sell my arse to Lord Hawthorne and almost killed me in the ring. If he wants to grab the steering wheel, I'll take him out. Are you sure about that? The Duke's got some extra settings nowadays. Makes no difference to me. Well, you should probably wait until he pays Dad back the money. Sure. But once he's done, he's done. If that's what needs to happen. I'll bear that in mind.