Roger tries to be cunning

Wait a minute, Roger thinks, he said that the women wouldn't sell for as much as a billion. So if I let them take Becky, then buy her back right away, I should still walk away with a decent profit!

"Sir Roger, are you prepared to make your choice?"

Roger looks up to see the Butler standing over him. He takes a deep breath, clenching his fists, and tells himself that this is the smart move.

"I'll take the money," he says, eliciting gasps around the room. He can feel the gazes of disgust upon himself, but he ignores them.

"Eyyyy, attaboy Roger!" Sebastian cheers.

"Very good, Sir Roger. Your response has been noted." The Butler then makes his way around the room, asking the rest of the men the same question.

Most choose to save their wives, but there is one other young man who opts to take the money. Roger overhears the Butler refer to him as "Sir Graham," and hears the man speak with a London accent. He appears miles away from the posh impression Roger had of England though. He's wearing a black tracksuit tucked into his white socks & trainers, has a closely-shaved hairstyle, and a hand-rolled cigarette is lit between his lips. Overall, he looks very out of place within the luxuriously-decorated lounge.

Once all the responses have been collected, the Butler returns to the centre of the room. "I have now collected all of your decisions. For those of you who have chosen not to receive Master Carmine's inheritance, your wives shall now be released."

On the screens behind him, one-by-one, a doorway of light opens before the women. They snap out of whatever trance they were trapped in, and exit through the doorways with uncertainty.

"They shall await you in the main foyer."

The men get up and hurriedly exit the room, running back the way they came to reunite with their wives by the main entrance. Soon enough, the only people left in the room are Roger, Graham, Sebastian's soul and the Butler.

Roger looks up at the screens, which show the two women remaining. The woman aside from Becky looks just as rough as her husband. She's dressed in a red tracksuit, her skin is bright with fake tan, and her long straight hair has clearly been dyed blonde.

The Butler places a piece of paper down on the table in front of Roger. "As for those of you who have chosen to receive Master Carmine's inheritance, please sign these contracts." He turns to take one over to Graham, but the young man is already up in his face.

"Thanks, mate!" He smirks, snatching the contract out of the Butler's hand, and plops himself down in the seat beside Roger.

Roger has a quick look over the contract. There's a lot of complicated legalese, as expected, but the general gist is unsurprising. Receive money, forfeit 'goods received from marital contract'. Becky being those 'goods', presumably.

He takes a deep breath, still wrestling against second thoughts, and puts pen to paper. With a few quick strokes, the contract bears his name, and he has officially betrayed Becky.

He hands the paper to the Butler. "Say, when you take Becky along to that slavery ring, could I tag along? I would like the chance to purchase some 'staff.'"

"Certainly, Sir," the Butler says, taking the contract from him and bowing. "The preparations have already been made, so we shall be departing shortly."

Graham stands and hands the Butler his contract. "Sounds like a good plan, count me in too."

"I shall prepare a limousine to await the both of you gentlemen outside. By then, the money shall also have been transferred to your respective bank accounts." The Butler bows again. "If you'll excuse me."

As he walks away, Graham turns to Roger and smiles. "Well well. Looks like you had the same thought as me, eh mate? Gonna try and buy your missus back?"

Roger nods. "I'm surprised more people didn't go for it. If you listen to what Grunkle Sebastian said about the pricing, it's a pretty obvious plan."

Graham chuckles. "Well, there's a pretty obvious answer for that one, mate. Only people linked to Grandad by blood can see or hear his ghost right now, I reckon."

Roger watches as Becky and Graham's wife, Suzy apparently, are loaded onto the truck. The tables, chairs and candles from the rooms have all been brought along with them. The women remain seated, fixated on the flames.

The truck sets off down the mountain, and the limo quickly follows suit. The inside is resplendent, with cushy leather seats and a fully stocked bar, which Graham is happily helping himself to. Roger isn't able to let himself fully relax and enjoy it though. His insides are twisted with worry: has he made the right decision?