Eduard takes the photo. He and Roman have been drinking all night when Eduard takes his camera out. He still has one of those old-fashioned digital cameras.

It turns out Eduard is something of an amateur photographer, and he emails Roman several arty photos of Roman in black and white. Roman likes one of the photos so much he has it printed and enlarged. He pins it up in one of the bathrooms, to Grace's amusement.

"I look hot there," Roman justifies, looking up at the photo. It's right next to the mirror, so Roman can see his current reflection next to the version of himself frozen in time. It occurs to him that he's already older than he was when the photo was taken.

"I wish I could stay this hot," he says. "And the photo would grow old instead."

"You're so weird," says Grace.

He first notices the change in the picture after he tears up the million dollar check. It takes him a week to spot the change, what with his dad being in hospital and Roman taking over as COO. The photo still looks young and handsome, but there's a change in his expression, a slightly crueler look.

Roman looks from the photo to his reflection and shrugs.

The next change comes after Japan. Roman is flying high after the successful press tour with Gerri. The rocket exploding was unfortunate, but no one died. Only a couple of thumbs were lost. Gerri, it's great. We're not gonna ruin a party over a couple of thumbs.

He's drawn to the photo in the bathroom anyway, curious to see if it's changed again. It has. His expression now looks sociopathic.

"I get it now," Roman says aloud as he pees in front of the photo. He's basically invincible.

When his father hits him in the face, Roman grabs at his jaw, pretending to be in pain. He doesn't let Kendall or Shiv look at him closely and gets the first plane home.

Once he arrives back at his apartment, he looks in the mirror and then looks at the photo next to the mirror. The photo is missing a tooth.

Kendall is looking old. Even after just a few years, the difference is obvious. He still dyes his hair black, but his face has changed.

He doesn't notice that Roman hasn't aged with him. Too self-absorbed.

Shiv does notice, though. "How did you do it?" she asks enviously. Roman shrugs and says something about men aging better. She hits him.

He tells Connor, one night over a bottle of scotch. He doesn't know if his brother will believe him or not, but this is Connor. If anyone will believe something impossible, it's him.

"Let me show you something," says Connor, when Roman has finished telling the story. He takes Roman up to the attic, pulls back a dusty curtain to reveal an old-style painting. It's Connor, but looking much older, a cruel smile painted across his face. Roman shudders and looks at the real Connor, who brings a finger to his lips.

His father turns out to be mortal after all. Unlike his sons, he has no picture to take his place. At the funeral, Roman doubles over sobbing, holding on to Kendall, begging an unknown source Can we get him out? He's completely serious. He's made one deal with the devil, he can make another.

It's too late though. Instead he makes a deal with Mencken, to elect a fascist president in exchange for keeping his father's company. Roman goes home the night of the election and goes straight to the bathroom to look at the photo. His face is now completely unrecognisable.

"I could have a picture taken of you," Roman says to Gerri one afternoon.

She looks up at him. "Why would I want that?"

"To stay how you are now. To never die." To stay with me, Roman adds silently.

"What about my daughters? They would eventually get older than me."

"I could get photos of them too."

She shakes her head. "No thanks."

"Why?" he asks, frustrated.

She shrugs. "It doesn't serve my interests."

Eventually he leaves Gerri before she can leave him. He can't bear to see her beauty fade.

Roman is leaving a gay bar when he feels someone grab him from behind and slam him against the wall.

"Whoa!" he calls, seeing the flash of a knife in his assailant's hand. "I'm not into knife play, sorry." He's not worried, whatever happens to him will only happen to his photo.

"You killed my son," the man holding the knife roars.

"Your son?" Roman tries to think, maybe this man's son was one of the many men he's hooked up with here. "Who was your son?"

"His name was Tolly. He took his own life a week ago. Severe depression."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"You promised him a million dollars, then tore it up in front of him. He was never the same after that. You triggered his depression, Roman Roy."

"When did this happen?" Roman asks, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Twenty years ago. My son was just a boy."

"Twenty years… Roman Roy would be in his sixties by now. Look at me. I'm barely 40."

The man looks closer at Roman and gasps, lowering the knife. "I'm so sorry, sir. I made a terrible mistake. I almost killed the wrong man."

"It's alright. I'm sorry for your loss." Roman takes the knife, patting the man's hand, and beats a hasty retreat. As he flees he can hear the bouncer telling the man, "yes that's Roman Roy, been coming here for twenty years, he hasn't aged a day. Some say he made a pact with the devil." Roman quickens his pace as the man screams his name.

He's still carrying the knife when he arrives home to find Eduard on his doorstep. Ed looks old now, his hair completely grey. Roman feels a kind of contempt as he pockets the knife and lets Ed into his apartment.

They get reminiscing about the old days, remember when we bought Dad the wrong football team? Remember the whole hostage situation?

Finally Ed comes to the reason for his visit. "I've been hearing stories about you," he begins. "Rumours of your behaviour…"

"All true, I can assure you." He smiles.

"I can't believe that." Ed shakes his head. "You're my friend. I know you."

"You think you know me?" Roman gets to his feet. "Let me show you what I really am."

He leads a baffled Ed to the bathroom, and points to the photo next to the mirror. "You see?" he says. "You remember taking that photo? See how it has changed. See how I have changed."

Eduard stares at the photo. "It's hideous!" he cries. "Please, put it away. I can't bear to see it anymore."

Roman is filled with sudden, irrational rage. "As you wish," he says. He takes the knife out of his pocket and plunges it into Eduard's back.

Afterwards, he cleans the knife in the sink and leaves it there, then calls one of his police contacts to dispose of the body. When you're an immortal billionaire, people don't ask too many questions.

Connor is found dead in front of his portrait. The portrait had been slashed, the weapon still in Connor's hand. The strangest thing is, Connor looked much older in death than he had in life. It was as if attacking the portrait had killed Connor himself, transforming him into his real, aged self in the process.

After identifying his last surviving sibling's body, Roman walks home slowly. All is lost. Everyone he's ever loved is gone. What use is being young and handsome if there's no one left to see it?

He pours himself a martini and then stands in front of the enchanted photo, staring up at his own hideous face. His true reflection.

His finishes the drink and tosses the glass aside, hearing it shatter. He picks up the knife, the same one he used to killed Eduard, and charges at the photo.